NECub

A couple weeks later I was at work and my phone pinged with a message from Nolan. He said him and Sam had rented a hotel in Boston for New Years Eve and gotten tickets to an event at one of the gay bars in Boston; asking if I wanted to tag along. I smiled and replied I'd love to. "Great!! Btw our other friend is going to tag along. He's from NH too but couldn't make it to the party the other night. Don't worry I already showed him your pic, he doesn't know you LOL." I responded that I was looking forward to it and chuckled. I hadn't heard from Curt since that night in the basement, but not surprising. I was sure it wasn't the last I'd see him but for now the closure was good enough. The next couple weeks went by quickly but with no sex; everyone was busy with the holidays. Finally NYE rolled around. I got to Sams house and he loaded a small and large black duffel into my car. "We always pack a lot when we travel", he said with a wink. He also had a gift for me: my own gas mask, some poppers, and a cock cage "We'll get you into that later", he said with a long kiss. We picked up Nolan who also had two bags. The two hour drive to the city gave us time to catch up. We checked into the hotel around 4. When we were in the room, they each took a small bottle out of their bags and tossed one to me. "What is it?", I asked. "Generic liquid Viagra. Don't worry, you'll be able to control your boner, it just makes them wild when you do get one for a day or two". I downed it, gagging a little at the foul taste. We spent the next hour just chilling naked, enjoying each others company, when there was a knock at the door. Nolan answered it and their friend entered, giving him and Sam two big kisses. "You must be Matt, right? I'm Connor", he said surprising me with a hug. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but Connor surprised me. He must have only been a few years older than me, blonde hair and green eyes. He wasn't quite a cub but clearly worked out. He was offered one of the bottles we had each had and downed it. We chatted for awhile before going to the bar downstairs for dinner. Turns out he had graduated from the same university as me the year I was a freshmen. "Yea, I was one of those basic frat gays. Headless Grindr torso and everything. Then I moved to Boston for awhile but back to NH about a year ago. We all met two years ago when I still lived in the city at an event". After dinner we went back upstairs and changed into bathing suits to use the hot tub and pool. We were all a little buzzed and the warm water didn't help. We behaved ourselves since there were other people there but Sam kept massaging my thigh. Both Nolan and Connor were very preoccupied with their phones. Eventually we made our way back to the room and got cleaned up before going out. Nolan and Sam were in black boots, jeans and harnesses with ball caps. Connor had opted for a belly shirt that showed off his muscles and booty shorts. I split the difference with a harness under a tank top and shorts. We drank a little bit before ordering the cab. When we got to the club, it was already packed with guys. By the looks of it, it was mostly geared towards daddy's and leather types, with a lot of guys my age. I found myself dancing with all three of them and even some random guys I had never met, but Connor seemed to know. At one point in the tiny bathroom, two guys exited a stall and Nolan pulled me in, giving me a quick blowjob. Once midnight hit, we all made out with each other, and I had some of the guys I was dancing with kiss me too. We didn't stay much after that, we had other things to tend to at the hotel. We got into the room, still sweaty from the dancing and the people. Nolan looked at me and began kissing me. We spent a few minutes groping each other, exploring our bodies while Sam and Connor did the same on the bed. "We gotta get ready", Nolan said slipping into the bathroom and pulling me with him. "Tonight, you're gonna get fucked in this". It was a red and black latex body suite, something I had never worn before. He oiled me up and helped me into it. It covered everything up to my wrist and ankles and neck. Next he put me in red knee high socks, and black boots with red harness. He told me to lay on the bed and wait for him. When I got out of the bathroom, Sam and Connor had changed too. Sam was wearing black leather boots and pants with a harness and hat. I assumed Connor was going to be another bottom, because he just wore a harness with latex briefs. Nolan exited the bathroom, wearing something similar to me, only his suit didn't cover everything. "Get on your knees", he growled at me. I knelt down, and the three of them stood around me and pulled their cocks out. As always I was amazed by Nolans meaty uncut dick, and Sams. But Connor's was a surprise: it was about 7in cut, and very thick. Not as thick as my Atlanta daddy but probably close. The real surprise though was the PA through the head, and the four piercings under his shaft forming a ladder. I began sweating profusely in the suit: the combination of the stimulant, alcohol, and the thought of that monster going in me were starting to combine. I began sucking on all three of them. Connor's was the strangest, the taste of metal in combination to the thickness and PA hitting the back of my throat was a whole new experience. Eventually Sam lifted me up, put restraints on my wrists and put me against the wall for fifteen minutes of his favorite past time: skull fucking me with nowhere to go except more onto his dick; coating it with throat slime. This was while Nolan rimmed Connor, who was giving him a blowjob. Finally Sam pulled me up and released my wrists. "On the bed little cub", he growled. I got on all fours but he flipped me onto my back. Nolan and Connor had just finished assembling a long black bar with rivets. They put my wrists and ankles in the spreader so that my ass was exposed on the bed, and looped rope from the end rivets to the bed posts so I wasn't going anywhere. Sam put a hood over me, but this one was new: it had blinders on it with the bag and an inflatable pump. After it was zipped over my head, I heard pumping and rubber going into my mouth: a hood with a gag. "Now we can have some real fun", Nolan whispered as someone unzipped the ass part of the suit. I felt a lube applicator going in, followed by a large dildo. I could hear the other two around me but not see, so I had no idea who was at my hole. The poppers filled the mask and before long I was in heaven and my hole kept getting looser. Finally the dildo was traded for a large plug, but at this point my cunt was so loose from all the use the past couple of weeks I barely felt it. After however long, the plug was removed, and a cock filled its space. It was huge and no metal. "Nolan", I thought. He didn't fuck me for very long before retreating, and a new one went in. "Sam", recognizing the length. He withdrew without cumming and I started sweating more. Sure enough, I felt Connor's cold PA at my hole. "Get ready, I'm gonna mess that pussy up". I was shocked at how aggressive he turned out to be. As his thick cock made its entry, my ass stretched but wasn't prepared for the extra pieces. He entered slowly, each piercing sliding in with a plop until I felt his trimmed pubes on my ass. "That could have been worse", I thought to myself. The real adventure though was him pulling back out. I felt like I was being unzipped as each piercing dragged across my hole. I bit into the gag and gave a muffled yell. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on ya, for now", he said. He picked up a pace lightly fucking me, letting me get used to his thick metal monster. After 10 minutes he exited and Sam's went back in. By this point the poppers and tingling from my hole had me lost in lust. I stopped paying attention to who's dick was inside me, I was just enjoying being filled and used. Suddenly there was light. Blinded for a minute, I realized the blinders had been removed. I tilted my head up to see who was fucking me. Except I didn't know. A complete stranger had their dick in me, with Sam, Nolan, and Connor grinning at his sides. ...................................

John and Sam pulled me up off the mattress and put me in the sling. Restraints went around my feet and ankles. Nolan moved a stool in front of my ass, and pulled the drawers closer to him, while Sam put a gas mask over my head. Nolan had applied some lube to his gloves and began working his meaty fingers into my hole. I could see John and Will on the bed; John tied down with a ball gag while Will lightly paddled him. I started feeling Nolan hitting deeper in my guts with his fingers, and precum leaking out of my rock hard dick. Sam attached something to the gas mask, but it wasn't a tube. It was a bag. i realized this was another version of breath control that Sam loved. i started getting light headed as Sam stood by my head, tweaking his and mine nipples. Suddenly Nolans fingers were gone, and replaced by a medium sized dildo. He began aggressively working it into my hole. "Fuck, I thought Sam was exaggerating when he told me about this pussy, but he was right". My hole gripped the dildo as he maneuvered it in and out, my precum soaking the jockstrap. Occasionally Sam would release a little valve on the bag allowing fresh air into the mask; and I could hear John moaning as Will had put a vibrator in his cunt and was edging his cock with a vibrator. This went on for about 15 minutes, before Will called out "Hey you guys want to switch for a bit?". Nolan left the dildo in my hole, as him and Sam moved to the bed where Jake was. "I prefer something with a bit more girth", he smirked at me. He pulled the dildo out and it was replaced by a large plug. It sat fairly comfortably in me, but then Will started working his fingers inside along it, stretching my pussy out. I started moaning more and more, he could tell it was becoming painful, I had never been stretched that much before. He took the bag off, fiddled with something on the bench, then replaced it. Only this time there was a swab soaked with poppers in the bag. I inhaled and after a couple minutes rebreathing the poppers, my pussy was as loose as ever. "Fuck", will groaned as he slid the plug out and looked at my gaping hole. i could feel air rushing in as it opened and closed. "Hey, I gotta piss", Sam called out. "Yea me too", said Will. "Lets give John a break". They untied him from the bed, and all stood around for a couple minutes, drinking water and some beer while I just hung in the sling. "Hey, lets cut the new kid some slack, I'm sure he's thirsty too", Nolan said. Will moved over to me and removed the mask from my head, I gasped at the fresh air. "You need something to drink little cub?" "Yes", I gasped. "Ok open up". Suddenly I had Will's cock in my mouth. Other than the time Sam had pissed in me I'd never done water sports. He started pissing in my mouth, and I'm proud to say that I drank it all and didn't spill a drop. Jake moved over and repeated the process. "Look who I found wandering upstairs", Nolan joked. I didn't realize he had gone upstairs, but there was someone else with him and I almost vomited up all the piss. There in the basement, naked with me in the sling and five bears, was my ex, Curt. "Holy shit Matt!?", he exclaimed gawking at me in the sling. "Whoa, wait you two know each other?" Nolan asked in mixed disbelief and amusement. "Yea, we dated for like five months. I didn't know this was the boy you were having when I mentioned I would be passing through town." At this point Sam looked visibly concerned, he knew my history with my ex but clearly had no idea he would be the other guy Nolan invited. And Nolan seemed genuinely shocked at the scenario. "We were never this wild though, looks like you've done a good job breaking him in". Nolan replied with "Well your welcome to stay, he doesn't say much and just takes it like a good little cub if you wanna stay", Nolan said. "Fuck yea, I miss those holes. Some of the best I've had". Sam leaned down and whispered "Are you ok with this?" visibly concerned (again, dominant but always wants whats best for me). I decided not to think about it too hard and nodded. He may have been borderline sociopathic, but I'd had some of the best sex of my life with Curt. Plus, I knew that Sam would never let anything happen. "Well he's been super thirsty, so we've been helping him hydrate", Will said. "Perfect, cause I have to piss bad". Kurt stuck his 8.5in cock in my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop. By this point I thought I was going to explode. "Don't want to have him getting sick, I'll just go in the other one", Sam said as he removed the cod piece from his jock and stuck it in my cunt. He stood there for a minute releasing a forceful stream into my pussy. "Ok, my turn then back to business," said Nolan as he removed his own rubber piece, and out sprang a gorgeous 9in uncut cock. Sam had put the poppers hood back on me, which was good cause I needed all the help I could get. Nolan slowly inched into me, and when I felt his pubes on my ass, released his stream. Something about his throbbing cock triggered something inside me, and before I could control it my own cock was leaking piss everywhere. "Fuck we must be doing a good job", Will exclaimed. He had blindfolded John and put his hand in some ceiling restraints and was edging him. It was Sams turn to use my battered hole while Nolan and Curt sucked each other. After about an hour, Will exclaimed "Ok, I gotta bust a load in that pussy". Sam moved to stand at my head, as Will sunk his cock right into me: aided by the copious lube and piss that was leaking out. He started with long deep strokes, and made sure to just barely pull out before plunging back in. After fifteen minutes his breathing changed and exclaimed "Fuck, I'm going to cum". He leaned in as I felt my first load of the night. "Fuck, I'm going to look forward to more of that when I can". He moved away and was replaced by Jake; who although had been a bottom clearly wanted to breed me. He jack hammered away and must have been very close before because it didn't take long before he yelled and gave me my second load. "You're gonna make a great addition to our friend group." Now it was Kurt's turn. He slammed into me with no warning, and I groaned into the mask. "Fuck I don't know why I ever let you break up with me. If I had known you would turn into this little pig I'd have tried a lot harder". At this point I was moaning in ecstasy. "Yea, we're gonna have to rethink our arrangement", Kurt said as sweat poured off him and he added his load. Now it was Nolan's turn. He was more forgiving but still forceful as he entered me. As he started fucking me I became aware of another sensation in my hole though, and could tell he was trying to get as deep as possible. Suddenly I felt something give in my body and the strangest sensation of my life, and he had smiled. That was the first time I had a guy breach my second sphincter. "Fuck I'm gonna have you around all the time now", he said and then bellowed as he came deeper in me than anyone before. Finally Sam took his place, he fucked me forcefully but held me gently, dumping his load in me after ten minutes. "i love you boy", he whispered as he used his rock hard cock to massage everyone's cum into me. They spent the next couple hours dumping loads and more piss in me, until finally exhausted they all went upstairs. Sam and Nolan took me down from the sling, I was exhausted and couldn't stand. They got me into a shower and cleaned me inside and out, before putting me into a yellow and blue jock strap. They helped me into bed and shut the lights off, then got into bed with me. Nolan kissed my neck as Sam slid his meaty paw into my cheeks, and I fell asleep squeezed between two of my bears. ................................................

The next couple of months went by in a blur. It was interesting how quickly I adjusted to a new life. Once a week I would make the trip over to Sams place. This usually involved dinner and some heavy fucking afterwards. Sometimes it was just sex, but often times it was as heavy as the first time we fucked, if not more. He pushed my limits In all kinds of ways: stringing my hands above my head and flogging my body. Forcing me to eat his sweaty ass after he'd been working outside (I almost passed out one time because he likes to put his full weight on me and almost literally smother me). Edging me for hours on end. One time after fucking me the first time, he recovered and fucked me again, only this time after giving me his second load he started pissing in my hole. I quickly learned that he didn't care if I got to cum or not, but he always came in my ass multiple times. I had even told him I'd thought of getting my nipples pierced. And by this point he had tortured them enough and used all sorts of clamps that they had become the size of quarters and constantly tender. One evening, after giving me my first load and thirty minutes with the poppers mask, he went to the bathroom and came back. I didn't pay too much attention to what he was doing (he had put a vibrator in my ass) but I suddenly felt a sharp quick pain at both of my nipples. When I looked at them, they had two brand new piercings. "There, nothing to think about now", he said as he pulled the vibrator out and started fucking me again. But that's how it was with him: he was my dominant bear daddy, and I was his little sub. But everything he said or did made it clear he only wanted the best for me, even when he was paddling my ass and filling me with piss. One weekend around the holidays he invited me to one of his boyfriends house. Now I had never met the one he lived with; that one just let him fuck around but wasn't about it. And that night I was going to meet his other one. There would be a mix or straight and gay guys, so naturally I said yes. I got there a little early, but he was excited to see me, and introduced me to his other significant other, Nolan. He looked to be about early 40's, same as Sam, but with less of a belly. He was about my height and definitely had the rugged look as well. Same came up and whispered "he has a big gift for you when everyone leaves". The evening wore on, and I got increasingly more buzzed (I get nervous around crowds and with people I don't know well). Eventually I started looking for Sam. I asked one of his friends if he had seen him. "No, but I like what I see in front of me", he replied with a wink. He leaned in and started kissing me. I realized this was probably not a good idea, as I was a guest and didn't want to do anything embarrassing, so I excused myself for the bathroom. When I came out, more people had left but the guy was waiting outside the door. "Come on, it will be fun", he said trying to force himself on me. Now I had no problem being a sub with a guy, but after getting roofied and messed up pretty bad by a guy in college, when I said no I meant it. I moved around him, and suddenly ran into Sam. "Hey what's wrong?" I told him and he said he'd have a chat with the guy. By this point there were just the gays left: Sam, his pushy friend, Nolan, myself, their friend John, and Will. John and Will were both about mid-thirties, bear types but cute and very friendly. They came over and we went outside to pass a joint. They got a little handsy but were very respectful, John going just far enough to kiss me on the cheek before making out with Will. "Come on, we want to show you something". We went back inside, by this point everyone had left, except I noticed a door was open. John took my hand and led me to it. It went to the basement, and I definitely wasn't prepared for what I saw. The music was loud and the light strung along the walls kept changing color. There was a bed with couple pillows and rubber sheets against one wall. In another corner was a huge sex swing. Hoods and toys lined a couple shelves, and some drawers where I could see poppers and some types of lube. On a metal chair Sam had stripped and with just a harness on was getting a blow job from his creepy friend. "That looks pretty good, you want some?" said Will. I nodded yes and he started kissing me as John undid my pants. He sucked me for a few minutes before moving off. Will ordered me to strip and put a spare red harness over me with a leather red jock. He stripped to reveal his own harness and jock. Instead of pulling out his meat, he turned around and forced my head into his hole. I spent a couple minutes lapping at it, when I felt a finger at my hole. I turned around and there was the creepy dude. He leaned in and started whispering all kinds of obscenities, like how I would pay for shutting him down earlier. At this point Jake had returned wearing a singlet with no ass, and could see I was starting to feel really uncomfortable. "Come on, we need a talk", he said pulling the guy up and going up the stairs with him. "Sorry, he always gets like this with new guys. He's actually pretty cool but comes off way too strong." He pulled me towards the mattress, making out as we went. He laid down on it and pulled me on top, forcing my mouth on his 8in cock and eating my ass. A couple minutes later I was feeling much more relaxed, when I heard a voice. "Get him in the sling, we want some fun". I looked up and felt my mouth watering. Sam had changed into boots with a leather jockstrap, harness, gloves, and hat. Nolan stood there in a red latex suite. Black boots went almost all the way up his calves, and he wore red and black gloves that went up his forearms. "I want to see this cunt I've been missing out on", Nolan growled. ............................................

He pulled up to the parking lot in a BMW convertible. An odd choice to me since he was a self-described gay redneck. He even dressed the part. Dirty work boots, ripped jeans, faded t-shirt and camouflage hat. He walked up and gave me a big hug. To this day I have never met someone that hugs as good as he does. I don't know what it is, but when he hugged me I just felt immediately safe and like there were no problems in the world. We spent most of the afternoon together, and as he was leaving, he got this look in his eyes. I just stood there and he leaned in, without breaking eye contact, and started kissing me. This lasted a minute, then he hugged me and drove off. It was after this I realized I had pre-cum leaking through my shorts. When I got home, I had some texts from him. They were all pictures or videos. Wild ones. Guys in slings with masks on, nipple torture, hoods, double penetration, huge groups of guys fucking. I got another text: "Just so you know what you're getting into with us, LOL". He had explained that day too he was in a poly relationship with a few different guys. After that day, things definitely became more sexual. He was still a good friend, but there was that added spark there. He'd text me all of the things he would do to me, like put my arms and legs in a spreader, give me a gas mask filled with poppers and let random guys come and fuck me. Or tie me down and spend hours just edging me while stretching out my hole. A couple weeks after our first meeting he asked if I would want to have dinner with him at his home. Of course I said yes. I spent the afternoon before driving over making sure everything was trimmed how I like it, and cleaning myself out thoroughly. I wasn't sure if sex would be involved, but like a good former Boy Scout I'm prepared for everything. I was nervous the entire drive over, not for meeting again, but I was starting to contend with the side of me he had awakened: the submissive cum dump that just wanted to please this redneck bear. I got to the door, and he gave me a very long, forceful kiss. His hand drifted down my back and went down my waist band. Discovering my jock strap, he let out a deep growl of approval. We spent some time chatting, he had beer for us. By the third one I was feeling pretty warm. "Do you want to see the rest of the house?", he asked. I suddenly couldn't speak, and let out a small affirmative. He chuckled and took me through the house. "Finally, my bedroom", he said as we reached the end of the hall. It was very tastefully done and contemporary. He started kissing me, almost violently. There was an aggression to him, but I felt completely safe with him. He ordered me to strip, and moved to a painting. Standing in just my jockstrap, he pulled at the painting and it swung out to reveal a deep recess with lube, poppers, a couple masks, and several toys. "Bend over." I felt him rubbing my hole and suddenly his tongue was there. I gasped loudly. He spent ten minutes giving me the best rim job of my life, before putting a lube applicator in my hole and injecting me. He then put in a large plug. "Here, use these, this is going in you one way or another". I took four deep hits of poppers in each nostril (this was actually my first time using them but new the premise). The plug slid in, and he ordered me to sit on the floor against the wall. He stripped, revealing nothing underneath except a black harness, tattoos, and heavy gauge nipple piercings. His cock was at least 8in, cut, with egg sized balls that were framed in a cock ring. He walked up to me and ordered me to open my mouth. Resting his big daddy belly on my forehead, he put his cock in my mouth. He started gently but eventually began skull fucking me. I've never been great at blowjobs, I will admit that. He kept triggering my gag reflex, with the wall behind me there was no where I could go except onto his cock more. My arms kept moving so he got some restraints and tied them behind my back, then gave me poppers. We spent thirty minutes with me against that wall. At one point I nearly had bile in my mouth from gagging so much, but he stopped face fucking me and just held is cock in my mouth, making it clear the only place that it was going was back down my throat. My jaw began to ache. Finally he pulled off and threw me on the bed. He untied my hands, only to put them in restraints hidden on the head board and my legs back with my hole exposed. He put a pillow under me, and then a gas mask over my head. I could see him soak a cotton ball with the poppers, and then place it into the tube of the mask. Within seconds I could feel them hit me. "Time to ruin that pussy." He started working the plug in and out of me, getting more and more aggressive until it was basically falling out. "Tell me what you want". "Fuck me, please." "No tell me what you really want. What daddy to do to your cunt?" I could barely form the thought through the poppers haze, and blurted out, "I want you to wreck my pussy. Fill my cunt with your big dick and daddy cum!!" He removed the plug and slid his cock in, and started fucking me maniacally, his bear belly slapping against me as his balls hit my hole. He bit and pulled at my nipples until they were swollen and red. This went on for about half an hour before I could hear his breathing change, and with sweat pouring off of him, yelled out as he bottomed out and dumped his cum deep within me. That didn't stop him though, he never got soft, and fucked me two more times. He untied me, laid down next to me and stuck his cock back in me while curling me up close to him. .............................................................

****This is based on a true story. I've changed some names and used some artistic licensing.**** My name is Matt. I'm 25, but my life really started changing when I was 24. I grew up in a small New Hampshire town; the kind where cows outnumber people. I spent high school racing cross country running and nordic skiing. I did well in school but for the sake of cost, I went to the state school almost everyone in my town went to (a girl I graduated with lived directly above me, for perspective). I did well and got degree in Chemistry. I stopped cardio and got more into weight lifting. After that I moved back to my hometown, I didn't have a job yet and rent is always cheap living with your parents. I finally got a job in my field but it didn't pay much more than when I was bartending, so I continued living with them. I also didn't have as much time for the gym, so I'd describe myself as pretty average, definitely some extra padding. But at 6'4 with blonde hair and brown eyes, not to mention a killer smile, I don't have to worry about dates. In early 2019 I started dating my now ex-boyfriend, Curt. He lived over an hour away in Vermont in a bigger city. This lasted a few months but he was such a jerk my friends finally made me see he was borderline abusive. On paper he was everything I would want: he ran marathons, played rugby, had a giant dick; but I guess all of that didn't compensate for a lack of personality. After the break up, I wasn't in a good place. My friends birthday was coming up, so we went to Ogunquit for the weekend (the Palm Springs of Maine, only with three gay bars instead of thirty). The bar wasn't great the first night, so the second I went back by myself. A guy I had hooked up with in school was bartending so I decided to be friendly. He was cute, my age, very much a blonde twink, but he had a great dick. Turns out saying hi was the right move, because it got me a couple free drinks and some good head in one of the little staff rooms. As I was leaving, I walked by these guys going in. Not really my type but we made eye contact and I didn't think much of it. Until I got an alert on Scruff. I looked at the profile and started responded. He asked if I was done for the night, I said I was but looking back I should have spent more time there, since my friends were already passed out in the room. His name was Sam. 41, bald, about my height. Definitely a bear with a big belly but a big dick to match. He had a lip piercing, which was interesting to me since I had never been into facial piercings really. At first I wasn't really interested, I had gotten my daddy phase out of my system when I was twenty with a fire fighter from Atlanta who vacationed for a month in Vermont every year. We fucked around all kinds of different ways (to this day I have never had a cock as thick as his, my fingers barely touched when I held it, and he was the one that showed me early on that condoms suck). After that I stuck to guys my age, maybe a year or two older but all within my range. There was something about Sam though that kept me chatting with him. He wasn't like other gays I'd chatted with or my friends (think Mean Girls and Regina George). He was very direct, but also very sweet. Very blue collar, which was also very different for me. We kept talking after that weekend and I learned he lived in New Hampshire as well, only about an hour away from me. We had very different work schedules so it took us a couple months to coordinate meeting up but finally one Saturday in September we were both free, so he said he would drive to see me. Turns out my daddy phase was just getting started. .........................................

Epilogue: The New Decade Almost ten years had passed since the first night I'd met Michael. Tonight was New Years Eve, 2029. i stood at the bar of the rooftop club I was at in Chicago, taking in the people around me. It was a nice event but I was bored and ready to go home. I wasn't even particularly horny. I was just thinking about how ten years ago my life changed so much. Shortly before my 26th birthday I was accepted into a program at MIT, and after two years working for my Masters, I got into Harvard Business (though I think Michael had something to do with that). After my graduation from Harvard, Michael asked me to actually marry him; saying that I had been with him longer than any other men and he wanted our life to stay the same forever. By that point I was almost 31, and he was in his mid-forties. I could tell that as much as he loved his life at this stage it was more important to feel that special connection while still living it. Who would have thought he would be more sentimental than me. Unfortunately it only lasted a couple years: he was on his morning run one day, and someone ran a red light hitting him. He died in the hospital a couple days later from a blood clot that formed during his surgery. He had left everything to me. Eric died before we were married, during one of his many trips for work he came in contact with someone who unknowingly had contracted Ebola and would trigger the worst outbreak since 2014 (the 20's were a bitch for viruses and hurricanes; New Orleans isn't on the map anymore pretty much). I wasn't sure if it was irony or just the universe with a sick sense of humor: two men with a disease that would eventually kill them dying from things completely unrelated. I kept Michaels apartment, and used some of the money to buy a small lake house in my hometown. I spent about six months there, but alone in the world again, I applied for and took a job as a senior VP for a venture capital firm specializing in biotech in LA. Even though I had my condo there now, I still loved to travel and decided to ring in the new decade and my 35th birthday in the Windy City. I'd definitely hit up the bathhouses multiple times over the course of the next few days but tonight all I wanted was sleep. After midnight I exited the building and started walking to my hotel. I wasn't sure what it was, but there was something in the alley across the street that caught my eye. I crossed over and saw someone huddled over on the ground. "Hey, do you need help?", I asked. A man stood up. He was a little shorter than me, blonde hair and green eyes with a mustache. If I had to guess I'd say he about 28. He had a cut underneath his eye, and was holding his side. "Yea, I'm fine. Got mugged." "You should report that to the police." "They hit me for making out with a guy. Then again when they realized I didn't have anything of value". He looked like he was on the verge of tears, not that I would blame him. "My hotel isn't far from here, why don't you come with me. Where's the other guy you were with?" He just shook his head. "Ok well lets get you indoors and some medicine on that eye; and make sure those ribs are just bruised." I put my hand out and he took it, but I could feel him recoil at my touch when he looked into my eyes. I smiled to myself a little, finally understanding what Michael saw when he first touched me all those years ago, and also seeing what lied underneath.

Part 12: The End About three weeks had gone by and I had settled into a routine. I'd wake up every morning and get a load from Michael, then go meet my trainer. If it was a day in the office, I'd go in, then back to meet my trainer before dinner. By this point the steroids and double gym sessions everyday had done their work; I looked like all the other beefy men that had become my family the past few months. After dinner Eric would give me a load. I still wasn't showing any symptoms though, and the weekly antigen tests done by Sean kept coming up negative. We had thought the blood slams and all the loads they used as lube for sure would have made quick work of me. Just as I was getting desperate though, I woke up in the middle of the night and rushed to the bathroom to vomit. The bed was drenched in sweat, and I laid on the cool tile floor shivering, yet felt my skin on fire. Michael must have heard me from the other room, because suddenly he was putting me back in bed. I spent the next several days there. I always had Michael or Eric there with me. Sean came in the morning and night to check up on me, and give me a banana bag. On the fourth day, when my fever was beginning to drop a little, Michael looked him and just said "Go for it". Sean stripped and with some of the cum lube, shoved his dick into my hole. The fever had drained my energy and all I could do was lay there and moan as he added his toxic seed to the vessel that was now my body. The three of them began using me like that for the rest of my conversion, and they allowed other guys to do the same. After about a week I finally was almost back to normal. The antigen tests confirmed what we knew had happened; Michael and Eric had successfully converted me. Sean said all three of us would start meds right away. I was relieved at this; as much as I had wanted this part of them I also wanted to be healthy to live my new life for as long as possible. A few weeks later we went to Erics cottage in Provincetown. They arranged a couple nights for anonymous breeding parties (Eric even went to living his real life as a bottom and joined me taking loads). When we weren't doing that, we were at the beaches during the day or getting fucked in the dark under the pier at night. After we left, Eric announced that his work was done, and he would be moving to his own condo in the city. I went to sleeping in Michaels room with him permanently. At the end of the summer, he took me to have some new tattoos: on my left hip his initials and the date we had met, on my right Erics and the date I had converted. He also had me get two scorpions on either side of my hole and one on my lower back that said Cum Dump, along with a couple piercings on my taint. Later that night, as he was fucking me with some wasted troll I'd invited up, he leaned in and said "I meant what I said, you choose the new life you want and I will always love you" as his venom unleashed in my guts. .....................................

Again, this is fiction. The premise (age, location, early events) had some truth. Appreciate the feedback, this is my first time writing anything like this. If it isn't your style, then you probably won't like the last couple entries. I'm trying to move things forward, not focus retroactively.

Part 11: The Charge Up Needless to say, both Michael and Eric were surprised by my declaration. Eric had asked Michael to poz him after six months together, for me it was only one. After a lengthy and serious discussion, they acquiesced. However it would take time. First, I had to go off PreP. And they had to go off their meds. They promised they had other things that would get the job done, but I wanted it to be them. So a plan was set in motion: for the next couple of months, they wouldn't fuck me. Only toys and their friends. By the time that June rolled around, things had begun to return to normal. Bars and restaurants had started to open back up. People still wore masks, but it felt like summer and some form of normalcy was returning. It was decided that they would do it during Boston Pride. That way they could test me afterwards, and having been informed that we would be spending Bear Week in Provincetown at Eric's cottage, they figured if I didn't have antigen tests come back by then they would arrange a party for me. We spent Pride doing normal things. Of course there was no parade or official events, but the city was still alive with men. Friday night we went to our favorite club, got tipsy. The following day I made sure I looked great. I had gotten some more tattoos, and had packed on a lot of muscle in only a few months (thought the steroids that Michael decided to put me on given and my trainer still coming twice a day as long as he got paid and fucked me helped). After dinner, we went to another club. Eric brought me a drink. I kissed him patiently before downing the shot. Just as we had planned, he put something in there. I had told them I didn't want to know when it would start, and quickly lost my bearings. A couple hours later I woke up in the sling that had become as much a part of me as the tattoos. They both stood there in harnesses, wearing leather pants with no crotch, their massive dicks engorged by Viagra and cock rings. The glass wall was clear, I could see Peter some of their other friends I had come to know standing on the other side naked with giant erections. I laid there naked except my cock cage. I saw movement and realized Sean was there, he pulled a clear surgical mouthpiece over my face and told me to breath deep. It wasn't poppers this time though: laughing gas. He repeated this a couple times until I was just a rag doll in that sling. Michael leaned forward and started kissing me (well he kissed me, I couldn't function from the anesthetic). Eric took a needle from a table, then Michael moved and took one too. "These needles have our blood from the last time we were off med". In the same motion, they both injected me with them in different arms at the same time. By that point I was just laying there numb to the world but loving every minute of what they were doing to help me reach my final goal. Michael moved back between my legs, and picked up a large syringe. "This is filled with my cum from the last time I was off meds", he said emptying it into my hole. Without a word, he shoved his mammoth sized dick into me. The months of practice with my pussy and the laughing gas made sure it went in with no trouble. He must have fucked me for half an hour, sweat dripping on me, spitting in my mouth and torturing my nipples. "Here it comes you stupid cunt! You're getting it. My babies are gonna knock you up and then you'll be mine forever". Despite my state of mind, I think i could actually feel him pulsing in me and adding his load to the one he had pumped into me. Eric took his place, and forced another syringe of cum into me, before shoving his own meaty 7in pierced cock in me. "I love you, you fucking faggot. We both do. But you're still nothing but a pig with a gaping pussy, soon to be toxic." He yelled as he added his load into my pussy. I felt something prick my arm. Sean was injecting me with something. "Now for the real fun", he muttered. I spent the next few hours constantly having poz cum pumped into my hole from syringes. I don't know where it all could have come from. Occasionally they would fuck me to add another load directly themselves. I kept expecting the men on the other side of the glass to join in, or for Sean to at least, but they never did. I took at least 6 more blood slams, two of which were injected into my cock. While this was more intense than anything I expected, I never cried out once. This was what I wanted. Eventually the party was over. After shoving a large butt plug in me, Michael and Eric showered me. Sean made sure my injection sites were bandaged and the swelling was going down. They put me into bed, and I fell asleep with Michael behind me massaging my nipples, and Eric in front fondling my balls. .............................................................

Part 10: The New Life After the second day, all sense of self stopped existing. I had no doubt that I would spend a full week in that sling being used for whatever. At times I was conscious, but even then I was in a poppers induced haze, barely aware of what was happening. At some point though, when I was conscious, I began savoring every minute of what was happening to my body. Even though my nipples probably looked like a cows udder from all the suction now, and my hole would never close again probably, I loved every second of it, knowing that Michael and Eric were helping me to become what I'd always dreamt of. At one point, I felt the blinders removed and was blinded by light. I lifted my head up, and saw three or four other men in the room with me, but couldn't make out who they were, since they were wearing hoods too. I also thought I saw several men on the other side of the glass partition in Michael's room, watching them use me while engaged in all sorts of sexual acts. The hood was removed and I lost consciousness again. I woke up in a warm bed naked except for the cock cage. I felt showered and smelled like I hadn't just spent days being used as a sex toy. I sat up and could tell from the sun that it was late afternoon. I took a robe from Michaels closet and looked in the mirror. My nipples weren't as bad as I thought they would be, but still I could tell that they would be swollen and meaty from now on. I had lost weight too, I guess that's what happens when you survive off IV fluids for days. I turned around and inspected my hole, it was red and I could tell it was loose but wasn't gaping. There was some residual lube on it, I slid 4 fingers in like butter. Eric was in the kitchen and when he saw me gave me a big smile before sticking his tongue down my throat. "That was amazing. You did great! Sit down and I'll make you some eggs. We need to ease you back on food after five days of just banana bags." I ate the toast and protein shake he had put in front of me. "What day is it?" "Friday, just a little past noon. Michael had to go into the office. They had a pretty big meeting to discuss this whole coronavirus thing". Friday. That meant it was the end of February. "I gotta hand it to you, you did really well. I wasn't even that popular when Michael was getting me started. There were several guys watching you each night, and I don't know how many on the live stream yet. Damn, at one point Peter had both his forearms in your hole". "There were cameras in there?", I said alarmed. "Yea, but don't worry, none of the stuff that went up had your face." At that moment Michael came through the door, and gave me a long kiss. We talked for a little while. He informed me that they were going to start moving employees who could work remotely to their homes to limit exposure at the office. "I'll make sure your stuff is set up here by Monday." "Here?" "Yes Marcus. You said you wanted to do this. That includes living here with us. Well until Eric finds his own place, but given how things are going that could be awhile. Don't worry about your lease, I've paid that landlord the rest of what you owe him for the rest of the year. But now that you've taken your first steps, I want to hold up my end of this. So what is it that you want to be?" We spent the weekend all over the place. First thing he did that afternoon was take me to his gym to add me to his account and get me a trainer (though after the country shut down we would stick to using the gym for residents of the apartment). We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping for clothes and got me a haircut. He also gave me a credit card to put "whatever you need or want on, within reason". That night we all went to dinner and after a nap, went to a club where they both fucked me in the bathroom. The following day he took me to his tattoo artist. By the afternoon, I had two black studs in each ear, piercings through my now meaty nipples, and a few small pieces of ink, with the beginnings of a large one on my left bicep. We went to another club that night, only this time Michael and Eric let some of their friends fuck me: Bathroom, behind the bar. I met Sean, the doctor friend that had made sure I got the IV's before he stuck his dick in me, and in the bathroom stall after meeting Peter, had one of his bear paw hands in my ass. The following week was fairly uneventful. I worked from my new home office, went to the gym to see my trainer twice a day, and learned more about Michael and Eric. Some nights all three of us slept together, others it was just two of us, but it was always one of them with me. After two weeks, things had started to get really bad in the state from the coronavirus, and before long everything was shut down. I figured the lockdown was the perfect time to tell them another decision I'd made. After dinner one night, as we sat watching a movie, I paused it and said the one thing I'd known that I wanted more than anything at that point: "I want to be like you guys. Really like you. I want to be poz". ...........................................

Part 9: The New Pig I woke up feeling very warm and fuzzy, with a floating sensation. When I opened my eyes though, everything was black. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear anything either. I tried to move and felt myself swaying. At that moment I remembered what happened: after we kissed at the club, Michael took me into the bathroom and shoved me in the stall. There he forced me to my knees, and I saw him pull out his dick for the first time. It was about the thickness of a beer can, and as long as a bottle. Without a word, he shoved it in my mouth and pinned my head against the wall, so that the only direction I could move was farther down his cock. My jaw ached and he was hitting the back of my throat, I could feel bile rising in my throat. But he pulled out, pulled me up, and we left, ordering a car as we did. Once we were at the door to the apartment, they asked if I was ready. I said yes, but I didn't remember anything after walking in. At that moment I felt something being pulled off my ears and I heard Michaels voice. "Good, you're up pig. You've been out for a couple hours but we had to get started. So we cleaned you out, shaved your cock, ass, chest, and armpits for you. Needed your cock smooth before it went into your new cage". I realized he was right , my cock and balls felt squeezed by metal. "This sling is going to be your new home for awhile. We have to break you down before we can build you up. So you will stay chained in it, blindfolded and no hearing. You won't see or hear what's being done to you. You're a bottom pig, and we need to make sure your pussy is the best it can be. We'll have some help too so it's going to be fun". Then I heard Eric speak: "Don't worry, you're going to be a regular pig by end of this week". End of the week!? "Don't worry about work, I've taken care of that". And with that I felt pressure back around my ears. I forgot to mention that there was something in my mouth. At that moment it began to swell, I realized that whatever this mask was also had an inflatable gag. And then suddenly, the acrid smell of poppers filled the mask. Every couple of minutes a fresh rush would fill the mask; I could feel drool starting to run down my cheeks. I don't know how long I just laid there like that. But eventually I felt something at each of my nipples, then suction. They were sore but not painful, however the suction stopped and they remained swollen in whatever device was being used. Then I felt fingers at my hole, and something long and thin go into it, followed by a wetness. This was repeated at least six times, and I started to get very nervous about what they were going to be using (I'd seen some of the toys in that room the size of two fists). After a couple minutes, the fingers were back, prying, exploring. I thought I felt a tongue at one point. I then felt what I thought was a dildo slide into me. The poppers were working, because I could tell it was something I normally wouldn't be able to take. There must have been at least nine inches that slid in. Suddenly, it moved forward and I felt myself swinging from the momentum. It stayed for a few seconds then retreated, before again. This continued with increasing frequency, and I realized they must be using a fuck machine on me, each thrust was way too mechanical. I don't know how long I was in that sling being used like that. Under normal circumstances I could take use like that for an hour, maybe two. But the poppers and lube were doing their work. Every now and then I got a rush of fresh air, the poppers having been removed. Occasionally the machine would stop, and the dildo removed so they could put more lube in me. After ages, the machine was removed and not replaced. My hole felt ruined, I could feel air rushing into it. Suddenly though, it was replaced with what felt like a large butt plug. There wasn't much resistance, it went in and my sphincter gripped it like my life depended on it. I then felt a painful pinch in my arm that lingered, and started to panic. "Stop struggling, you'll pull the IV out and blood is one of two things I won't tolerate. You need to hydrate and get some nutrients, so Sean is giving you a banana bag." Who the fuck was Sean? After a couple hours, I felt the needle removed. I then spent what felt like hours having all sorts of things put in my hole. Fingers, toys, real cocks. The minute one thing was removed another replaced it. I suddenly heard Michael proclaiming "Only two days in, but you've got a nice pussy forming pig". I had been in that sling for two days!? ..............................................................

Part 8: The Initiation Naturally, I didn't get much sleep that night. I spent the following morning doing everything I could to keep my mind off what Michael had told me. I went for a run, cooked breakfast, did laundry, had an edible, but even that didn't help. But that's because I think I had already made my decision. "Can I come over?", I texted Michael. After a few minutes he responded with a simple yes. I made the trip over there, but when I knocked at the door, a man in a nice suit opened it. "Oh sorry, I was looking for Michael." "So we didn't scare you off then", he laughed. I then realized this must be Eric, the man I saw in the sling. "Come in, he'll be home in a few minutes. We can have a cigar and some scotch". I felt rather absurd doing this since I was wearing jeans and an old flannel while he was in a suit, but I wasn't one to say no. "So is this going to be a quick visit, or are you staying for dinner. Without any warning I started blurting out all of the questions I had wanted answers to, but hadn't realize that the sub was the only one that give them to me. He looked alarmed for a second at my intensity, but then laughed and told me to sit. We spent the next hour, drinking and smoking while he answered all of them. After that time, I felt like I had known him for years. "Well, looks like you both have become friends quick," Michael said. I jumped, I hadn't even heard him come in. "I was just about to ask Marcus what kind of wine he wanted with dinner. Michael is making filet and lobster tails. It's a monthly tradition." "Oh, I don't want to impose", I said. I could tell though they wouldn't take no for an answer. "Eric, why don't you two pick out some champagne and the wine for later while I bring the rest of the groceries up." He led me to a little closet that I hadn't noticed my other times there, which turned out to be a small wine cellar. He picked two bottles. "How about these?", he said. I was a bartender at a couple of fancy country clubs in college, the two bottles he had picked easily cost a few grand. While the champagne chilled, we continued drinking and smoking. After popping the bottle, and finishing it between the three of us they made some very strong martinis. Then the wine with dinner. By the time we had finished it was close to 8pm and I was certainly feeling tipsy. "Hey, we should probably start getting ready. Marcus, you can wear one of my old outfits", Eric said. "Outfits?" "Yes, we're going to a leather night". Once again I got the impression I wasn't given a choice. "Go ahead and shower, there's some lube for the nozzle in the closet". I showered, making sure to thoroughly scrub myself and clean out. As I turned the water off though, I had a realization: he told me to clean out and I just did it. Without thinking, no questions. I put on my "outfit": black sneakers with blue knee high socks, a blue jockstrap and black shorts, a very nice black harness, and a blue hat. "Damn boy you look great, just need to fix a couple things", Eric said adjusting the harness. "Come on, everyone else is here". While we had been getting ready, a few other guys had shown up. One of them was the muscle daddy Michael had forced me to make out with the other night. We hung out until about 11 drinking and chatting, though I made sure to stick with water. When we arrived at the club, I saw some of my friends. One of them texted asking me for an introduction to my new "buddy's". After about an hour of dancing I had sobered up, so went and got a drink. When I tried to pay, the bartender simply said that I was on Michael's tab. I went back to dancing with them. They pulled me into a more quiet corner. "So, have you thought about my proposal?" "I have, but I'm still not sure..." "Marcus, you are sure. You asked to come over tonight. When you were told to stay for dinner, to douche, and what to wear, you just did it", Michael said warmly. "If you want this, and we all know you do, take this and come home with us tonight", he said holding up what looked like a molly. After a couple seconds, I took it and chugged the rest of my drink with it. Eric did the same thing. Michael just smiled and kissed me more passionately than I ever could remember. Then Eric did and I felt myself melting into both of them. ...................................

Part 7: The Introduction Michael moved around me, and flipped both switches so that the lights went out and the opaque covering was back. Without a word he took my hand and led me back to the living room. As we walked by the hallway door that led into that room, he must have sensed me looking at it. "It's finger print accessible only. Sound proof of course. It was a bitch getting permission from the city and the co-op to put a wall up covering the exterior windows but I rarely take no for an answer." As I sat down he brought us two more drinks. "If you want to leave, I won't stop you. But if you want to learn more, and my proposal, you can stay." Against my better judgement (or maybe for it), I accepted the drink. "By now you know I have the finances to do almost whatever I want in reason. I won't ever be buying a private jet or anything like that. And the money has allowed me to explore various sides of myself. 10 years ago, while I was finishing up my PhD, I contracted HIV. At first I started spiraling. But then a friend helped me realize that my life was just starting. So I turned myself into who I wanted to physically, mentally, financially. When my grandfather died, he left me everything. Which wasn't much admittedly, but just enough so that I could buy this place and turn it into what I wanted when I turned 30. The man you saw in the sling is my most recent... acquisition. The latest in a line of men that I've found one way or another, and have decided that they want what I offer." "Money?", I blurted our in spite of myself. He let out the loudest and most sincere laugh I had ever heard from him. "No, though that is certainly part of it. Freedom. I give them the means to shape who they want to be without any judgement. When I found Erik, he was a scrawny, downtrodden 30 year old that had given up on his dreams. Now he makes more money than I do, has turned his body into something from a superhero movie, and when he's not here fucks whoever he wants... or gets fucked by. He's the fourth one I've had since I got the place. After a couple of years, they decide to go out on their own and start their own... collections. It's like a family I've built up. They may leave, but they're never really gone and we still see each other." My brain was spinning from the bourbon, what I had seen in that room, and this wild information. "Why are you telling me all of this? We barely know each other. I appreciate what you did and everything for me, but why?" "Because Marcus, I see myself in you. I see what I see in all of my creations initially: someone who has just tried to do the best they have been given, but are one kick to the balls away from losing themselves forever. My friend that i told you about did something similar for me. And if you want, I can help make you into whatever you want to be. This isn't some power trip either. I love and deeply care for each man that comes into my life. Whether you stay a year or ten, it will always be up to you and I will devote everything I have to you while you are here, just as you will to me". "I grew up with almost nothing. I know that there's always a catch." "You would be my sub, yes. Not my slave, because I have respect for my men. There would be certain things that would be expected of you sexually and personally. But as I said you would be free to leave at any time. There is only one thing that is absolute before you do leave: you have to help me find my next acquisition. And help me initiate them. It will be a bit of a shock at first and each new one needs some guidance besides just from myself." "What if I don't do it?", I asked rather boldly. The coldness that had been gone from his eyes returned even though he was smiling. "The chastity device I put each man in is... special. I'm the only one that can unlock it, since it's controlled wirelessly. This is the only absolute rule I have. You'll find getting it off otherwise... challenging." I sat in silence for a minute and finally said the quiet part out loud. "Would I have to become like you... like him.. poz?". He suddenly looked at me as if all he wanted to do was hug me and all the cold was gone from him. "Of course not. That was a choice I was never given, and a choice that I make sure I give to everyone. I would never take that decision from you. Overtime, each man has decided they want that from me and I have made that happen. But unless you decide it, we will both take medication to minimize that possibility as much as possible." By that time it was late. He said I didn't have to decide that night, I could take the weekend to think it over (hence why he had arranged for me to work from home the following day). He ordered me a Lyft, and walked me down to the lobby. We hugged goodbye outside and I had never felt more cared for in that moment. As I went home, my brain wouldn't turn off. I was conflicted. But Michael had probably already seen what I would decide, or else he never would have taken the time to explain all of that to me. .............................

Part 6: The Room I stood outside Michaels door, my heart pounding in my ears. I realized I was holding my breath. I could turn back, I could just ignore him and never speak to him again. That wasn't realistic, since he ran my company in a way. But setting that aside, I felt this magnetic pull towards him, even if it terrified me. I pushed the door open and walked in. He was sitting in the living room, having removed his jacket and tie. He smiled at me, and without a word walked over to the bar, and poured two large bourbon and ice. The expensive stuff, of course. He handed one to me and invited me to sit. We picked up where our conversation had left off, and after half an hour got us a refill. "Would you like to see the rest of my apartment?" "Sounds good to me", I replied. He got up and led us down the hallway. We went though a couple of bedrooms with their own master closets and bathrooms. The third bedroom must have been his, and I could see the bathroom I was introduced to my first night. There was something odd though: the windows that looked out over the harbor intersected with a wall, except it wasn't a wall. It wasn't a mirror either. It could have been a window, except it was opaque and dark. Michael caught me staring at it. "That's an interesting feature of the apartment. Would you like to see what it is?" I felt a lump in my throat and suddenly couldn't speak. He took my silence to mean yes, and moved towards two small switches. With one, the glass was suddenly light. And with the other, the opaqueness disappeared to reveal what was behind it. I didn't know how to absorb what I was looking at. The room beyond was long, it must have stretched all the way back to the front of the apartment. I could see a door, which must lead off to the main hallway. It looked very clean and sterile, with black tile floors and white walls to contrast it. But it was what was in the room that mattered. A sex swing. Actually 2, different styles. A couple of fuck benches, a hardback chair with a large hole in the bottom. Stainless steel sinks with matching counters and drawers. In one corner there was a raised section of tile with a shower head and what I now know is a enema attachment. One wall had floating shelves with mannequin heads and all sorts of masks and hoods. Other shelves had toys, some of which seemed like they would be impossible to fit in someone. There were bolts in the ceiling in some spots, and ropes hung from them. These were just the things I could see, I had no doubt that there was a lot more in the drawers. There was someone in the room too. In the center sling, I could see a hole facing us with a large pup tail plug in it. With his cheeks spread I could see two scorpion tattoos on either side of his hole. Half of his body was covered in tattoos on one side, and the muscles were just as beefy as Michaels. His cock was locked in a strange looking cage. I could see two large piercings at his nipples, and he wore a hood with a rebreather mask. A long clear tube led from the mask to a small looking machine that clicked green every couple minutes and I could see the man go more limp in the sling (something I would soon find out was an automated poppers machine). "So what do you think of my apartment". As he said this I was aware he was mere inches behind me when I felt his warm breath on my neck. Frankly, I was terrified and wanted to leave and never go back. But like he read my mind, Michael reached around to my crutch, and as he grabbed me I became aware that I had the biggest hard on of my life. .....................................................

Part 5: The Date I spent the entire hour not moving. I looked at the projector screen, I didn't dare look anywhere else. I felt exposed and raw with him sitting there, like a frayed electrical wire. He never asked any questions of me, and I only had to answer a couple questions from other people in the room. When the meeting was over, I slowly stood and let everyone else leave before me. I dropped my things at my desk, grabbed a jacket, and left the office. I hadn't eaten anything so I walked a couple minutes to my favorite workday coffee shop and got a couple things. The cold air helped clear my head. When I got back to my desk, there was an envelope in the same drawer that I found the phone. It just had "Marcus" written across the top. I opened it with shaking hands. Michael had written a concise but warm note: he wanted me to join him for dinner Thursday night. He had already arranged for me to work from home Friday on projects. There wasn't much to the note, but sweet or not I knew that I didn't have a choice. I spent the rest of the week in a daze. I went to work, the gym, cooked, read, and barely slept. I left work early Thursday, he had just told me to what to wear and to look presentable. So there I was at 7:30, wearing a white button up shirt with a navy blazer and pants (he was clear on no tie), freshly trimmed beard and a fresh haircut. My roommates (both straight), jokingly asked if I was working as an escort now. I laughed with them but at that moment felt more like a whore than I ever had in my life. My watch buzzed, my driver had arrived (even though I hadn't ordered one yet). 15 minutes later I was standing at the entrance to the tallest building in Boston, and had no doubt in my mind where I was headed. I walked up to the receptionist, and he directed me to take the elevator all the way to the top. This building had the nicest restaurant in Boston, a place I could only dream of affording. I gave my name to the hostess, and she brought me to a corner table by the windows, looking out over the lights of the city. Michael was sitting there, similarly dressed as me only with a tie and in clothes that I'm sure cost my entire meager wardrobe put together. Somehow everything fit him perfectly, I felt mine hung off me like the obvious department store knock offs that they were. He stood and invited me to sit. Instantly a waiter was asking our drinks orders. "I'll have a gin martini, straight up, very dry with a twist", Michael said. "I will as well, only with vodka and olives", I said. "Don't worry, we work together so I'm putting all of this on the company card", he said with a wink. Over the next two hours we talked. At first about him: where he was from, how old he was (I was right originally, 38), hobbies, family, and how we found himself in his current role (he got his PhD in Biochemistry after undergrad from MIT and then his MBA from Harvard a few years later). Before long he found himself being courted by multiple biotech companies, and shortly after joining the current one was promoted to CSO. The more he talked about himself the less scary he was, and I enjoyed myself more. The ridiculously overpriced cocktails and absurd bottle of wine he ordered may have helped, but he seemed more normal than I had originally given him credit for. Though his eyes never lost that particular shine that I had come to associate with goosebumps. Eventually the conversation turned to me, and the more mundane aspects of my life (not the things I had shared when we first met). By the time we left it was almost 11pm. As we walked down the street, the hairs on the back of my neck stood again. He pulled me into an alley and started kissing me violently. He shoved me against a wall and pulled my pants down. At first I was terrified, but when he spun me around he dove face first into my ass, giving me the best rim job I could ever remember receiving. After a couple of minutes, he spun me back around and his fingers replaced his tongue in my ass. His mouth engulfed my cock and between his fingers and the blow job, it was a matter of minutes before I was moaning and shooting my load down his throat. He swallowed all of it, stood up, and kissed me hard again. "I have to go for a bit, but if you want to come over in an hour text me and I'll make sure the doorman rings you up", he said. Before I could even buckle my belt he was gone. At that point my dick and my curiosity were outweighing my gut feeling about him. I texted the number on the card he gave me, and a few seconds later confirmed our time and the address I was to go to. I would never walk there in time, but I started in that direction before I would call a car, not knowing how much my life was about to change. .........................................

Part 4: The Realization "So, how about that drink?", said Michael. He put his hand on my shoulder and just like the other night, I recoiled a bit. The look in his eyes stayed the same, but there was a glint of something... I don't know to be honest. "Sure, but I really need to piss first", I said quietly. At that moment two guys exited and I went to a urinal. Michael took the spot next to mine, and without any attempt at subtlety looked over the divider at my cock. Without a word he made a show of stuffing his dick back into the jock and went to the door. I did my best to conceal my erection but figured there was no point on a night like this one. As I got to the door, he took my hand without a word and led me to the bar. It was set farther back so we were able to hear each other. "Two vodka soda's Tim", he said to the bartender. They must have known each other very well, because Tim poured him two drinks that were mostly vodka (the most expensive kind they had) and Michael gave him only $30, $20 of which went into Tim's pocket. We drank our them then Michael ordered us another round. "i really shouldn't. I've already had a couple and I... prepared pretty well before we came out", I said; trying to be vague about the molly. "You aren't in bumfuck nowhere now. I'll make sure you get home. And I have more molly if you want it. I saw you and your friend split one when I arrived." He flashed his smile that made my knees week. But there was something about his eyes. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes. Now I grew up on a farm. My dad taught me to hunt at a young age, as all redneck fathers do in my part of the country. I had been in a few fights in college. There honestly wasn't much that scared me. But there was something about Michael that made the hair on my neck stand on edge; yet also attracted me to him. "Come on, lets dance", he said after ordering us a third round of drinks. I realized he wasn't pulling me to the dance floor but to the stage where the hired muscle daddy's were dancing. I didn't belong up there, not by a long shot, but he insisted. After a couple minutes of him grinding his semi-hard dick into my ass, I had completely lost myself. One of the dancers got close to us, and Michael made out with him before shoving my face into his, forcing our tongues deep into each other. He then spun me around, and I was making out with Michael as he slipped his hand down my shorts. I felt something pass from his mouth to mine. "Don't worry. I just want you to have fun. I've already told your friend when to come get you off this stage and I'll order you both an Uber." I don't know how long I was up there, lost in this erotic yet malevolent man. At one point while he was turned around, I was able to make out a tattoo above his ass: a biohazard symbol. I knew what this probably meant, but when I finally took stock of the tattoos on his front, I saw a scorpion tattoo on his left hip and had no doubt what that meant. But I was too buzzed to care at the moment. An hour before closing time, one of my friends came and told me it was time to go. Michael helped us get our clothes, and shut the door to the car. Before we left I looked out and saw that incredibly warm smile looking at me, but felt a chill when I looked into his eyes. I spent most of the following morning in bed. Never mind that I didn't get to sleep until almost 3AM, the cumulative hangover did not help. I finally got up and went for a quick but cold run, and grabbed brunch with some friends; all of whom wanted me to spill the tea on the mystery man that got me up on the platform with all of the dancers the night before. I honestly didn't know much about him myself, so it was easy to keep the details vague. The rest of the weekend was uneventful. When I got into work Monday, I had a lunch meeting invite. Strange, since we very rarely had lunch meetings unless an important client was onsite, but I didn't think too much of it. I looked over what my supervisor had asked me to prepare, and spent the morning pulling data and reports together. As I stood outside the conference room waiting for the other folks to vacate, I had a chance to ask my supervisor who had called the meeting and what the urgency was. She explained that it was the VP of Development who asked for the meeting. She and other senior members of the team would do most of the talking, but the Chief Science Officer had asked for the analyst that did the grunt work to sit in, just in case there were any detailed follow ups about the data. "Who is the CSO? I haven't met them yet." Not surprising, since I had barely been there a month. "Oh that's Pierce", she said. At that moment the previous meeting was filing out, and we went in. "His first name is Mike, but for some reason everyone calls him Pierce. It's been that way since before I started 5 years ago and he had my job... oh here he comes". She was looking out the glass wall that made up the conference room and my blood turned to ice. Walking into the room was Michael. He was Pierce. My boss's boss's boss. .........................................

Part 3: The Run In I don't know why, but I felt compelled to tell him everything. So for the next half hour I did. My background, where things had started to go wrong, everything (minus the sex stuff). I think maybe it is easier to bare our souls to strangers because they don't know us as intimately, so it's easier to not feel judged as someone who knows us better and has an opinion of us. He listed intently, rarely saying a word. I'm not sure he even blinked the entire time. I kind of trailed off at the end, and we sat there in silence for a moment before he asked me the one question I hadn't ever been asked. "Are you sure you're ok?" We talked a little more. Mostly about my life, whether or not I liked cats or dogs, some current events, what I was reading etc. "It's getting late, and I feel like I've intruded long enough". If I was being honest, I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. For whatever reason I had just exposed myself to a total stranger. "Of course, i'm sure you're exhausted. You're clothes are laid out on the bench in the bathroom. I'll call you a car". As I got dressed, I tried to remember when he would have gotten up to lay out my clothes, he hadn't moved in an hour since we sat down. As I got to the door, he handed me a business card with his name and just a phone number. "In case you ever need someone to talk to", he said as he opened the door. I swear he still hadn't blinked. As I got into the Uber, I realized to my horror that I had a raging erection. I hadn't even noticed but I was mortified thinking that he had. The next day was Friday. I took the train to my normal stop to get to work, although I was a little late but that was ok. I planned on taking a late lunch and running to the phone store down the street to get a new one. I got to my desk and took my computer out. I started working and before long it was noon. I decided to wait a little longer before going to the store, but opened my desk drawer for a protein bar. On top of the bars though was a complete surprise: a box containing a brand new phone, the latest model. No note, card, or anything. Being the tech wary millennial I am, I brought it to my buddy in IT to make sure it wasn't bugged or filled with malware, but I didn't tell him where it came from. After checking it out, he assured me it was just a regular phone. Now even though I can pay for everything myself with no problem I decided to take it. If there was nothing wrong with it I was ok taking a gift from an admirer. The weekend and following week were uneventful. I didn't even have a hook up. It's like my sex drive had evaporated. That Saturday my friends convinced me to go to a theme night at a new club. It was a leather/fetish event so I figured I may as well. I showered and douched in case I got lucky. When we got there we stripped down out of our warmer clothes. I had chosen booty shorts with a red harness and mesh tank with a backwards hat. It was a great night. My friend and I split some molly, and after an hour I was feeling great. He got us a round of drinks and was getting handsy. We had never hooked up but it seemed like he really wanted it tonight. I told him I was going to the bathroom then I would get us another drink. The bathroom was away from the crowd, so it wasn't too noisy in line. As I stood there checking my phone, I heard someone say "Seems like you're doing better than the other night." Before I even turned around I had goosebumps on my body yet felt extremely flushed. There was Michael, all 6'8 and 240lbs of him. He was wearing knee high black and red socks, red sneakers, a red jockstrap, and a black harness with some leather straps around his huge biceps. For what I am convinced is the first time, I saw him smile at me. "I know it's a small city, but what are the odds of meeting each other here", he chuckled. ............................................................

Part 2: The Introduction "There are clean towels in the closet and a robe. I'll put your clothes in the dryer", said Michael. He left the bathroom with door ajar. Still a bit disoriented, I stripped and looked at the enormous bathroom. The shower had no handles, but just a series of buttons. It was made entirely of glass, and the wall across from it looked out over the harbor district. Finally I figured out how to get the hot water running, and started to remember what happened. "Can you stand?", he asked. I replied yes. After getting my legs under me, I took a couple of deep breaths. "Thanks for the help. I'm ok though. i'll order and Uber and head home", I said. "I think your phone is somewhere out there", he said jerking his head toward the harbor. "Why don't you come to my place? I'm close by, you can dry off and then I'll call you a car. Since I just pulled you out of there I won't take no for an answer". At that moment my legs gave out again, but I never hit the ground. He put my arm around him and started walking me towards the nearest building. It had little restaurants and a gallery on the ground floor but he took us through another door. The doorman looked at me but apparently knew better than to ask questions. When we got in the elevator, I finally was able to take in my new acquaintance. He looked fairly young, maybe late 30"s. He had grey eyes and dark hair that was beginning to show signs of grey. He wore a white shirt and khakis. I'm not very fashionable but if i had to guess he had just ruined at $1000 pair of shoes going into the water. I could tell he wasn't muscular, but thick and bulky from what I felt under the shirt. More of a powerlifter than anything. That and his height probably explained why he had no problem supporting me, he was easily 4 inches taller than me (and I'm 6ft 4in, so I would know). I could also see the dark outlines of tattoos underneath the wet shirt, and I thought i saw the protrusions of piercings sticking out around his nipples; though I dismissed the body modifications as the result of the early stages of hypothermia. We entered the apartment and looking back on it now, it was somewhere that I would only ever dream of living. The exterior walls were all glass, the kitchen something out of cooking show. The walls were white with dark wooden floors, and accent furniture strewn around. A gas fire pit was going and classical music drifted through the space. When I finally emerged from the shower, I noticed my clothes were gone and a large white bath robe hung near the shower. I felt embarrassed that a man I had just met may have seen me naked given the circumstances. I may get around a lot, but I know when to be modest. There were two doors, one seemed to lead to a bedroom so I exited through the one that led down the hall. When I arrived back in the kitchen, Michael was standing behind the island pouring soup into two bowls, with a loaf of bread on a cutting board and two glasses of wine in front of him. "I hope you like chowder. I figured you could use a warm meal. If you don't like wine, I can get you something else". He had changed into joggers and a white shirt that left no doubt in my mind I hadn't imagined the tattoos or piercings. "Um thank you. I don't want to impose though. I can just grab my clothes and get out of your hair." He looked at me as he set the bowl down in front of me. His look wasn't angry or hostile. It was very patient and even warm, but I still felt compelled to sit. "What is your name?", he asked. "Um, Mark". "Do you prefer Mark or Marcus?" I thought this was a weird question. Everyone had always called me Mark. "I don't really have a preference. What is yours?", I replied. "I'm Michael." As he sat down next to me his knee brushed mine, and I shamefully recoiled a bit. It was like he had zapped me when we touched. I could feel my pulse in my ears, and I think he could hear it. I began to eat, not even considering that he may have put something in the food or wine to make me helpless (I had been roofied and assaulted before when I was 23 so it was something that I normally was wary of). "Do you need to use your shower now too?", I asked. "No no, I have three, I rinsed off quickly", he chuckled. Despite myself I was wondering what he would look like in the glass shower I was in. "So now that we've both eaten and warmed up a bit, are you going to tell me why you decided to go for a swim in the harbor in February? I'm not sure those Louboutins are going to survive, so I think a story is a fair trade don't you?" ............................................

The following story is fiction, but the premise is based on real life experiences. Needless to say, 2020 was off to a terrible start. Even without a global pandemic, life had become abysmally bad. My name is Mark. I had just turned 25. I grew up in New England. Small high school, team sports, honors and AP classes, etc. I went to a state school, did pretty well there majoring in a Pre-Med field but never took the step to follow through with medical school. After graduating I took a job at a prestigious R&D facility. The only problem was that it was located in my hometown. With 150 kids in my graduating class, you can imagine the gay scene left a lot to be desired, to say the least. I applied for months to other jobs, but finally after lots of interviews and being edged-out by someone else, I got one. So right after I turned 25 around Christmas I packed up and moved in with some old college friends in Boston with a spare room. The first few days were great. But things quickly went down hill. I bounced my car off a couple guardrails and got a DWI (being a straight edge kid from a rural town, I had never even gotten so much as a speeding ticket). My childhood friend committed suicide. The guy I had been dating for six months in Boston before the move decided to go back to his ex. And some of my friends decided that I was damaged goods after the DWI and never spoke to me again. I'd be lying if I said I didn't consider jumping into the harbor and ending it. Pre-social distancing, I was pretty active sexually. I'd have one or two hookups a week. I'm a bottom. I'm pretty average looking, brown hair, brown eyes, beard. I'm not fit but I'm not fat either. I've been told I'm actually very charismatic, which probably explains why I've managed to hook up and date guys way out of my league. But during this time I didn't really care about looks or anything else. Just their dicks. Most of them were one time things. I took them all and never used a condom. If I'm being honest I hadn't used condoms since I was 21. The youngest was an 18 year old hockey player at Harvard. The oldest was some grandpa in an alley near Methadone Mile. And everything in between. Blowjobs in club bathrooms, shady hotel sex, etc. I'm still amazed that I didn't catch anything. Looking back on it, I think I was channeling my depression into other outlets, mainly sex. By early February it was all finally too much. I was walking back to my apartment. A married guy had messaged me to come over from, he bred me then kicked me out saying his wife and kid were on their way home. It was pretty early and not very far, but it had turned windy and cold, so I ordered an Uber. Only instead of going home, I went downtown to a bar I liked. It was small, nothing special but that was why I liked it. I had a beer, then started walking along the water. I stopped and looked out over the black water for what seemed like forever before jumping over the railing that separated the sidewalk from the water. I closed my eyes and fell forward, the shock of the water sending knives of cold through my skin. I felt a strange sensation of moving back towards shore instead of farther out, and suddenly felt myself on dry land. "Are you okay? Stay with me, don't fall asleep", a low but warm voice said. That's when I turned my head and saw Michael, the man that would change my life in more ways than one in the coming weeks. ........................................ This is my first time writing. Kind of a long preamble but setting the stage for later. Feedback appreciated.