Akoor

Hey folks, I am back. Got diagnosed as poz and it brought back every kinky fetish I had in a big way. Having that fear of getting pozzed taken away has set me free in a good way. I'll continue this story, working on parts 8 and 9

Part 7 “Your future son, it starts here tonight. Now, STRIP!” I didn’t. I was paralyzed in place, my mind completely blanked out and my body frozen. That, however, did not please dad. I felt massive pain erupt from my balls as dad’s palms grabbed and squeezed my balls really hard, kneading and groping them. “I asked you to strip boy, you don’t disobey your father in his house.” This was so fucked up, yet why was I so turned on. I couldn’t focus due to the pain of his squeezing, but I didn’t ask him to stop. I have never been into pain or even aroused by it, but right now, it was doing something incredible for me. Because despite the pain, I was extremely aroused. Dad removed the pressure on my balls, but held my balls in the palm of his hands, kneading them lightly like it was a 8-ball. With his other hand, he pulled up my t-shirt and took it off. My senses returned to me and the absurdity of the situation hit me like a truck. I pulled back from dad, hoping to bring a stop to this from going any further. But dad was prepared. Before I could do anything else, he pushed a piece of clothing in my face, right against my nose and held it tight. I tried to fight it, but dad had wrapped his free arm around my back, holding me in place. I had youth on my side, allowing me to wiggle out of his grip before I felt something, hairy and massive against my back. “Breathe in son, it’ll feel a lot better soon,” Chief’s voice echoed in my ear, as he sandwiched me from the back against my dad. My struggle to set myself free started tiring me out, making me take a few deep whiffs of the cloth against my nose. The more I smelt it, the relaxed I felt. “That’s it son, just relax now. We’ll take care of you,” dad responded, his other hand now stroking my dick through my shorts. Whatever I was breathing in was making me more and more relaxed, making me moan as dad’s expert teasing and stroking started working up my libido. I don’t know how long the cloth was held against my face but when it was taken off, I could barely stand. I felt dizzy but very horny, to the point where I felt myself being moved deeper into the room but I felt no control over my actions. A sudden push landed me with a thud on something soft, like a bed. I was moved to an upward position, lying on my back, and completely zoned out. I felt a weight on my chest. Upon looking up, I saw Sam sitting on my chest, his huge cock and balls above my face. He maneuvered himself, until his balls and taint were above my mouth, before lowering them down to my lips. “Suck.” I opened my mouth and his balls struggled to pop in due to their combined size. I pulled one ball in my mouth, licking and playing with it with my tongue. The popper kept coming, with the cloth being pushed against my nose every few minutes, taking me deeper and deeper. At one point, I felt my legs being pushed up, my ass exposed to the warm basement draft. Without breaking a sweat, Sam kept me in place by stroking his dick above my face, while I licked, sucked and played with his testicles. A cold sensation spread across my asshole for a moment before I felt something thin and bony pushing in. It was sharp and made me sober up a little. Sensing that, Sam pushed the popper dosed rag back on my nose, holding it in place until my head dropped back, a stupid smile on my face. Whoever was fingering my ass, felt my hole relaxed and upped the antics, finger-fucking me hard and deep. Sam dislodged his balls from my mouth at the same time as the finger was yanked out of my ass. I felt so deprived and vulnerable, uneasy by the sudden cool air around me and craving the touch of a man. But that vulnerability was short lived, as my legs were pushed back again and I felt a weight move between them. I looked up to see my dad between my legs, holding my legs up by the ankles. His thick, dad bod on full display, a bio hazard tattoo surrounding his belly button, visible through the ample hair on his frontal. I had no time to react before I felt dad pushing his cock in, slowly but unrelenting. Without missing a beat, dad kept pushing and forcing my ass to open for his cock, until he was all the way in. The pain was immense. I hadn’t been fucked in a while and certainly never by a cock so big. The Sloan clan is blessed with well-endowed dicks and at 7 and a half inches, I know I am the “dwarf” of the family. Dad’s dick was stretching my hole out, carving a tunnel for the onslaught he was about to rain on it. “Fuck son, your cunt is so warm,” dad said, almost a whisper. He leaned over, until our bodies felt glued by sweat, lust and an intense passion, thrusting his big thick poz cock into my ass. I had no control over him, relinquishing my control and letting daddy command me as he pleased. In the moment, I was just a boy, being shown the way of the world by my dad, as I marveled on. His thrusts were getting stronger, deeper, exploring the deepest crevice’s of my body, as I groaned and moaned. The lack of lube was starting to show, as I felt scraping in my hole. It made me squirm and I asked Sam for lube. “Here’s some lube for ya, bud”, Sam said as he pushed the rag into my mouth again. I tried to spit it out, but he covered my mouth with his palms, while dad kept fucking me. “Getting close boy, dad’s gonna shoot son” Dad grunted between thrusts, “Gnooo…ughhh….mmmpphh…..” I hoarse out through the rag, the sudden realization that my dad was about to drop HIV cum into me. I had no say in the matter, and nothing I could do. Dad grunted one last time as I felt his dick throb and twitch inside my butt. About a minute later, when he pulled out, a dollop of cum rolled out of my ass and dripped down my balls. “I see blood, Bax” Chief commented, as he pulled my father in for a kiss. “He’s dripping blood.” I felt Chief’s finger on my bruised ass lips as he scraped some cum and put it up for me to see. I saw white thick cum, with a slight orange tinge and small tissue like flecks of blood on it. My ass was full of hot toxic cum, my father’s toxic cum. My fate was sealed in the company of these 3 poz men. And I realized, I would not have it any other way.

Hello, It's been a while but I'm back. I needed some time and space to process everything. The last few months sent me down a rabbit hole of darkness but I have come out the other side and I am in a much better place, physically and mentally. The next part will be out this week, I'm editing it at the moment. Thank you for being so nice and supportive. Who knew nasty pigs like y'all could be the kindest people I'd meet :)

Hi everyone, quick update. I'm still writing the next few parts but it won't be out for a while. Earlier this month, I lost my best friend to depression. He had struggled for a while and it finally took him. It's a difficult time for me to process all of this and come to terms with it. Even more so when the story I am writing involves a deadly disease. Just wanted to say that if you're someone who is struggling too, you can leave me a message to talk about it. I am not a therapist but I have been told I'm a good listener. Thanks for understanding and being an awesome community.

Any alternative to poppers? I have a bad allergic reaction to poppers. Would weed help instead?

Planning a bathhouse visit this weekend to fulfill a long-term goal- get fucked by as many cocks as I can (raw preferably). I'm no virgin to bathhouses but in the past, I would mostly watch and engage minimally. I was scared (of raw sex) and insecure about the way I look, thus the hesitation. This weekend though, I plan to walk in, get on the bed of the common area with my ass facing out and let anyone with a dick fuck me. I'm nervous and was wondering if you guys could help. Tips, tricks or just any advice you could give.

Part 6 Baxter Sloan When I got home that night, Sam was sleeping in my room. I needed to be alone, so I crashed on the couch instead. As sleep slowly crept in, my last thought was on how would I explain all of this to Sam? I woke up late next morning to an empty house and a bad hangover. On the coffee table, was aspirin, some water and a note from Sam saying he went on a house call and he was going to spend the night at his friend’s place. Fucking great, as I was still not sure what to say to him about everything that had happened. After a long shower, I grabbed some breakfast. There were 3 house calls, which I told Sam to take care off, leaving me with the day off. I thought about the night before, what had happened, what I had let happen. The rational side of my brain made me look up HIV clinics in the county, to get on treatment immediately. Luckily, there was a clinic 2 counties over and upon calling them, they gave me a 3pm appointment. It’d take me about 2 hours to get there so I had some time before I had to leave. I left at 12:45pm for the clinic. My mind was still conflicted, a war being raged between the rational and the sub-conscious parts of my brain. While part of me did want it to happen, my rational brain argued about the impact it’d have on my relationship with Sam. Sam, my son, my boy, my love. As I made my way through town and came up to the highway, a roadblock made me take a detour through the road leading towards the creek and connecting to the state highway. When I crossed the area where I’d generally park to walk up to the creek for some action, I stopped. My mind felt like it was being ripped in 2 directions and I needed the clarity that only a cum blast could give. At least, that’s how I rationalized it. I made my was through the forest path, until I reached the clearing. Being a weekday afternoon, it was completely empty except one slightly old, pudgy guy wanking alone. When our eyes met, I groped my penis through my jeans, giving him the signal. He picked up on it and in 10 seconds, my cock was lodged firmly inside the man’s throat. Sex is awesome. It gives you both clarity and a relief from every damn problem out in the world. In that moment, all I really cared about was getting my dick wet enough for this guy’s ass. Thoughts of being pozzed, Chief, Sam, the future drifted away, as I focused on the feeling on my cock and the sound of a throat being forced upon by it. I was ready to fuck him and I told him to strip and get on all fours. He took off his pants, pulled up his shirt a little, got on all fours and presented his ass towards me. I’m not a religious man, never have never will. And up until that moment I did not believe in signs or God or the universe and its plans. But in that moment, I saw a biohazard tattoo on top of the man’s ass, resting on his tailbone. “You poz?” I asked. “Yeah man, but I am medicated so no risk. Stick a condom if you want,” he said with desperation. I didn’t even think about it. I pulled my pants down to my knees, kneeled just enough where my dick was level with his ass and using spit as lube, pushed my raw cock in. “No way faggot, you’re getting the raw deal.” As I fucked him, I had flashes of the night before. How turned on I was when he told me who he was, how I had begged for the Chief’s load and how doing what I did had made me feel like myself for the first time in years. This was enough to send me howling as I unloaded cum inside this guy’s ass. When we were done, I made him clean my dick off with his mouth before I got dressed and left. On my way back towards my car, I finally had the clarity I had needed since this morning. I knew what my next step was to be. I pulled up my phone and dropped a message How do I tell Sam I am seroconverting Chief? --- Sam and I did not cross paths until the evening of the next day. That was a strategic decision on my part because I still didn’t know how to go about it and I needed a plan. I told Sam to take care of work the next day while Chief and I spent some time together. As Chief put it, he had to ensure that I was always full of poz cum until I seroconverted. When Sam walked in the door, I was waiting for him at the couch. Unlike our usual selves, where one of us would initiate sex the second we walked in the door, this time the mood was different, and Sam knew it. He could see it on my face. I offered him a beer and asked him to sit. Without sugar coating it, I laid out the facts for him. About what had happened at Chief’s house, how we had fucked that night and a few times since. He wasn’t shocked, hell if anything, the boy was clearly into it. It was time to come clean. “Son, there’s something more. Chief…he, umm… he is poz. You know what that means?” Sam didn’t faze in his reply, “Yeah, he has HIV.” “Right, yeah. And, umm, when we fucked, he wasn’t on medication. And I am not on PrEP so there’s a risk of transmission.” “Wait, what are you saying dad? You let him fuck untreated poz cum inside you?” “Yes son, I did.” Sam stayed quiet for a few seconds. Then he turned the tables on me. “So dad, you’re a bugchaser?” WTF! How did Sam know that word? Was there more to him than I knew? Sam was one of the kinkiest guy’s I had met but this was whole new territory for me, for us. “No son, I am not a bugchaser. I just, I want to be poz. I thought you should know since we..well you know.” “Why dad? Why do you want to be poz?” “I can’t explain it kid. I just know I want it, always wanted it. And now that I can, I wanna go through with it.” Sam muttered a hmm before leaning back on the couch, sipping his beer. We stayed silent for the next few minutes, drinking our beer while tension floated above us. “So what now dad?” “We will have to stay off of each other for some time, until I convert. Once I convert, Chief and I will go on meds and once my VL is low, you and I can fuck again Sam.” Sam looked at me with his puppy eyes, his strongest card and one he knew he could use to get anything out of me. He might look like a muscle meathead but the boy knew how to work his body to get what he wanted. “I have a counter offer dad,” without waiting for my reply, he continued, “lets fuck now.” Before I could react, Sam had slipped next to me and planted his lips on mine. As good as it felt my boy’s lips on mine, I still had to be the adult. “Whoa boy, stop.” “Why dad, you don’t wanna fuck your son?” “Sam come on, you know why.” Sam grabbed my cock through my jeans, groping and squeezing it, making me moan. “I want it dad, I need your cock.” “Aah fuck boy, you got a condom?” “Fuck no dad, I don’t fuck with rubber. Raw is law.” “Doesn’t work now kid, I am carrying poz cum and I could very well transfer it to you if we do without rubber.” “So, what? That’s hot.” Sam was throwing caution to the wind and was saying just the right things to get me worked up. While I knew this was a bad idea, part of me really wanted to push the boy down, sodomize him and drop my potentially poz carrying seed in his hungry cunt. “Fuck me dad, fuck me full of your poz cum.” “Sam, I umm… are you sure?” “Yeah dad, if you are poz, I wanna be poz too.” “Sam, you don’t have to do….” Before I could complete, Sam pushed his lips again and started making out hard. By now, I was focused on one thing. Fucking Sam, my son, my first born, my lover into a poz boy. 15 minutes later, we were in my bedroom. Sam was on all fours while I was fucking him like an animal, hunched over the arch of his back. “Fuck me dad, give me your poz load.” “Fuck son, dad’s gonna give you his dirty load.” “Unggh, Unggh, dad don’t stop, unggh, unggh” “Getting close son.” “Fuck yeah dad, shoot your poz load in me.” That did it and I came with a huge roar. My balls and my dick burnt with pleasure of cumming inside my son, knowing what I was doing to him. His life had come from the cum in my balls, now he had death come for him through my balls again. And in that moment, I knew that he and I were linked together, a deeper bond than ever before. -- Joe- Present Day “So, that’s the whole story,” my dad finally finished his story. I was numb, with shock. Not only were Dad and Sam a couple, but they had willingly become poz. That was fucked up, at least to me. The Chief, the man responsible for it all, had an amused expression on his face. That made me angry even more. “What are you smiling at?” I snarled at him. The amusement in his face didn’t fade as he responded. “For a guy that seems to be as disgusted by the story, your pants tell a different tale.” I looked down and there it was. A big wet patch on the crotch of my blue joggers. Bad day to go commando. I couldn’t come up with a reply. I felt humiliated, hurt and angry. At the Chief, at dad, at Sam- what had they done? Did no one see the problem in all this? “Bro,” Sam spoke up, “I know this is a lot of shit to deal with. But all you gotta know is that me and dad are okay. Fuck, we are better than before.” “Yeah Joe,” dad chimed in, “we are okay. We wanted this and we are okay with it. We are still a family, your family, and we love you a lot kid.” Their statements were earnest and truthful. But, I was having a hard time processing all of it. And with the Chief present, I didn’t want to talk more. I needed time with them alone and I’d have it later, once the Chief was out of the house. Mumbling an excuse, I left the room and climbed upstairs to mine. I wasn’t tired but I needed time to myself. -- A few hours later, the house was completely quiet. Knowing that Sam and dad were probably asleep, I decided to head down to get some dinner. When I went downstairs, I saw the backdoor to the garage open. This was unusual because dad was psychotic about the door staying locked at night. I went around to pull it shut. Our house has a basement, accessible through a hatch on the floor of the garage. When we were kids, dad used to store stuff in the basement and Sam and I were not allowed. I had only ever gone there twice, both times with dad to help him move some stuff. The hatch to the basement was open. I decided to investigate, and slowly climbed down the stairs. With walls on both sides and a singular bulb illuminating the dark staircase, it was just enough for me to climb down until I came across a door. I didn’t remember this being there when I was a kid. Slowly, I twisted the doorknob and opened the door. It was at that moment that my jaw dropped to the floor. There was Chief, my dad and Sam huddled in what can be best described as a dungeon. Sam was kneeling naked, a collar around his neck with the leash firmly in my dad’s hand. He was alternating sucking between dad’s and Chief’s cock, both of whom were in leather pants and jackets. Dad and the Chief were kissing, while twisting each other’s nipples. The sound of my presence in the room didn’t deter them one bit and as I saw the scene play out, I couldn’t help but being a little aroused, alongside the shock of it all. Dad and the Chief’s lips parted, before dad turned towards me with a smile on his face. He walked up to me until his nose was almost against mine, and I found myself frozen and unable to move. “We have been expecting you son, it’s time to get started.” WTF was dad talking about. “Started with what?” “Your future son, it starts here tonight. Now, STRIP!”

Merry Christmas! I am not a writer (finance majors), so I apologize if some of the writing is stunted and at times forced. This website is my first time writing and I will try to improve my writing over the course of the next few parts and subsequent other stories. Until then, I hope you enjoy and let me know if you like the story. Cheers. Part 5 Baxter Sloan 3 years ago One of the best feelings in the world to wake up to is getting your pecker sucked first thing in the morning. I had woken up to Sam nursing on my dick, and good boy that he was, he was happy to oblige when I grabbed his hair and pushed myself into his throat. He choked and gagged but he persevered. I had to make sure my dick was covered with enough throat slime before I asked Sam to climb on top and ride me like a good boy. He set his ass down on my cock and swallowed it slowly, before riding it in full throttle. I was enjoying the feeling of my cock in warm boy pussy when my phone rang. Without breaking the fun, I grabbed my phone and picked it up, while Sam kept riding me. "Sloan Plumbing, how can I help ya?" "Hi Baxter, right?" a deep voice asked from the other end. "Yeah, who's this?" "My name is Floyd Turnpike. I am the county chief, moved here a few weeks back." "Okay Mr Turnpike, what can I do for ya?" "I am having a party tonight with some of the men in town, just a simple meet and greet. I'd like for you to come." This was weird. Why was the police chief inviting me? I had heard about him, big ass fucker who'd made many of the women in town blush but hadn't seen him yet. Not one to turn down a party offer I accepted. "Good, I'll see you tonight Baxter." When I disconnected, Sam saw the look of surprise on my face. I told him who it was and he blushed on hearing the Chief's name. "Dad, he's so hot. I saw him outside the store a couple days back. Fuck dad, he's the biggest guy I have ever seen." With that picture in mind, I came in my son's asshole. --- When I made it to Chief's house that evening, there were a few cars parked outside. His house was in the outskirts of town and looked fancy. There was an electronic gate and the property was surrounded by a 9 feet tall wall. Clearly a man of wealth. After parking my car, I made my way inside. The second I stepped in, I felt more out of place than I had ever been. The people inside comprised of some of the most rich and powerful people in the county. The mayor, business owners, council members, cops- anyone with even a little power in the fucking county was there. It made my appearance there even more confusing. “There you are,” a deep baritone voice hollered at my direction before the Chief’s big frame landed in front of me. Sam was right, this guy was massive. The body of a man who had spent many an hour at the gym, he was big in all the places. A big brown beard covered his face, which alongside his bald head, made him look intimidating and sexy. His chest was huge, meaty and protruding with strength and muscle, his gut was round but strong. Below, his thighs were like tree trunks and despite his best effort, I could see the big bulge he was packing. “Thanks for inviting me uh, Chief”, I said not really sure of what to call him. “No problem, really wanted to meet ya. Heard a lot about you Bax,” he said with a slight smirk. The fact that he had heard about me was weird, the added smirk told me there was more to it than what was being implied. “Good things, I hope,” I replied to his (assumed) innuendo. “We’ll see,” he responded. He leaned over until his mouth was near my ear and whispered, “stay back when this is over, need to talk.” Saying so, he left and joined the crowd. For the next 2 hours, I roamed around the crowd trying to make small talk. I hate small talk so eventually, I went out to the deck and lit myself a smoke. The deck was empty and was a nice place to relax and let the scotch do its work. The sight of the chief plopped into my head, his massive hairy frame stoking the bottom in me. I consider myself a versatile top. While I have fucked my fair share of ass, I have rarely ever taken cock. Only thrice in my life have I bent over and let a guy dick me- my high school coach, my ex-wife’s uncle at our wedding and a big trucker at a highway rest stop. I had a type that I bottomed to- they had to be big in frame, hairy and most importantly, make my ass twitch. The Chief ticked all those boxes. He reminded me of a guy I followed on Twitter “PozL8rDad”, who claimed to be poz and a police officer. That guy had a massive dick with an ampallang, and I had blown many a load to his pictures. By now, I was completely zoned out and hadn’t realized just how late it was until I felt something touching my ass. I turned around and saw the Chief standing, a big cigar stuck in his mouth and a glass full of scotch. He was wearing a robe and standing right behind me. What I had assumed was his hand on my ass, turned out to be his hard cock poking through his robe! I looked at him, only to be met with a sly smile plastered on his face. Buzzed, I kept staring, unsure of what to do or say. He took a big drag of his cigar, let the smoke cook in his lungs for a few seconds before blowing it towards me. I took a deep breathe, taking in the rich, smoky smell of his gar, arousal shooting from my nose to my lungs and straight to my dick. “Suck” I didn’t hesitate. A mix of being buzzed and horny for this bear, I kneeled down and got to work. I started by sniffing his cock, enjoying the thick musky smell mixed with a little piss and cum. The foreskin stretching over his head was thick and I started by running my tongue over it. The taste of salty precum hit my tongue as I licked and kissed his cock through his foreskin. I slipped my tongue inside, to feel the head of the cock, only to feel something metallic and bumpy on the head. Upon pulling back the skin, I saw the sight of a beautiful ampallang on the head, coated in a slime of his precum. I licked the shaft, before taking it in my mouth. I looked up at him, only to see him looking back with a smirk, like I was a conquest for him. His cock was thick and long. I am a big guy down there but his was huge. I could barely manage half of it in my mouth before choking. Not one to back down, I pushed myself to take more and succeeded in taking about 3/4th. By now, he had taken a seat on one of the chairs on the deck, while I was on my knees in front of him. After a few minutes of sucking, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me up for a kiss. We made out like horny teenagers, making a slobbering, sloppy mess as our tongues fought for dominance and spit flew to and fro from each other’s mouths. While we were making out, he had pulled my pants and briefs down, leaving me completely naked waist down with my pants around my ankles. His hands made their way to my hairy dad ass, grabbing, squeezing and kneading them. As our kiss got more aggressive, his hands edged closer to my asshole before I felt a finger circling the ring. He ran it around the hole, teasing me and relaxing me, for what we both knew was to come. I had assumed he was about to slip his finger inside, but instead, he pulled back from our kiss and told me to strip and bend over the chair. I pulled off my clothes fast, and got in position, my naked ass visible towards Chief. He got in position, slipping his cock between my ass cheeks and sliding it there. For the next minute, that’s all he did, just sliding it up and down. Occasionally, when the cock would slide over my hole, he would thrust just to work me over. And by now, I was in heat, needing that huge cock up my hole. “Fuck me already.” I knew not asking him to slip a finger first or rimming me would cause penetration to hurt but it was way worse than I had imagined. When he pushed inside, my insides would not open for him and the relative dryness of my ass was making things work. “Put some lube on man, it won’t slide in,” I said, clenching my teeth in pain. He leaned over, the head of his cock in my ass, until his mouth was next to my ear. “Is that so?” He pushed. Hard. In one go. My ass felt like it was being ripped apart and a scream escaped my mouth. But he acted first and put a hand over my mouth, muffling it. I struggled to get him off, but his grip was strong. Having pushed his monster 10inch dick up my ass in one go, he stayed still to let me adjust. He kissed the nape of my neck, ran his tongue over my earlobes, his fingers squeezed and played with my nipples- everything possible to get me in the mood. When the pain subsided, he slowly started to pull out. It still hurt but it was not as bad as when he was going in. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving the tip inside my ass. “Bingo,” was all he said, before he started pushing back in. I had no clue what he had meant by that, but the pain was back. It was dulling with every thrust, giving way to pleasure. My ass had been out of commission for years now, but I was remembering just how good it felt to get fucked by a nice thick cock. He was taking his time, letting me get used to his massive cock, sliding in and out slowly. A few minutes later, the pain had died down. By now, I was into it and was ready to be fucked. I pushed back against him, pushing him deeper. Taking the cue, he really started to fuck, going hard and deep. He wasn’t fucking hard, instead going for deep, hard thrusts and it was a lot more fun that way. The deck was filled with the sound of our grunts and moans, two middle-aged men fucking and rutting the way nature intended. “I have wanted that ass for a long time,” Chief said between thrusts. “Fuck Chief, you feel good.” “Yeah, I’ll bet. In a moment, you’re gonna fucking love my cock all the more.” “Yeah, why’s that?” He leaned in to whisper into my ear, “You’ve been after my cock for years now, doesn’t it feel good to have it up your ass.” What was this guy talking about? I had known him for a few hours. “Confused, Baxtor? You don’t recognize PozL8rDad from Twitter? You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” HOLY FUCK! This was the guy I had been following for years. Yeah he was hot as fuck but this was crazy. Now that he had mentioned it, I could see the resemblance. The beefy body, the hot thick cock, the hair- it was all adding up. But my momentary disbelief turned to fear as I remembered something else about him. He was poz. I was not. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he locked his arms around my waist and pulled me in, pushing himself further. “I saw your comments, your tweets, retweets. All that hot poz stuff you like. This is what you want, isn’t it?” I was conflicted. I had never admitted this to anyone but I had a huge poz fetish for decades. I never acted on it as this is a small town and I am a dad. But part of me had always wanted this, to be pozzed, diseased, free… “Let it happen Baxter, let it happen,” the Chief said quietly. “You have wanted this for so long, don’t deprive yourself of what you want. What you need.” Was I ready for this? To be poz, to live with a disease. It was wrong but at the same time, why did it feel so right? I could stop him right now and leave. That would be the smart thing to do. But I didn’t want to do the smart thing. I wanted to do what I had wanted for so long. And I could have it from the guy I had jerked off to. My lust overtook my rationality, and I eased up my hole. Taking that as his cue, Chief plunged fast and started rabbit fucking me. He was fucking me with purpose, and it showed in his thrusts. It was animalistic, brutal and fucking hot. “I am close Baxtor, tell me you want it.” “I want it Chief.” “Tell me what you want.” “I want your cum.” “You can do better.” “Fuck Chief, I want your poz cum. I need it.” “You want me to convert you? Make you my poz son? Be your poz dad” “Fuck yeah Chief, poz me up.” “Call me dad, son. Tell dad you want his poz cum.” “Give me your poz cum dad. Your son needs your poz cum.” The Chief thrusted one final time and with a loud grunt, I felt his body shake. He was cumming, shooting his hot, viral load up my hole. My prostate was on fire and the heat of his cum, made me jerk my dick off twice before I unloaded on the chair. When he was finally done, he kissed my neck and just stood there, his dick lodged in my ass. Both of us were grasping for breath, gaining our senses after the mind blowing fuck that had just happened. When he went soft and pulled out, he pushed his finger in immediately and fucked me for a few second, preventing the load from falling out. When he was done, he put on his robe and handed me my clothes. I wore them in silence while he lit up another cigar. When I was done dressing up, he kissed me and told me to drive safe. I was a little pissed but more than that, I felt dirty. I had taken his poz load, I had told him I was his poz son and he could not care less. Not one to fight, I started to head towards my car and go home. Before I could get in, he came over and hollered at me. I turned around, hiding the hurt in my face, to hear what he wanted to say. “You have a few days, maybe 3-4 days when you can get yourself treated. I have a highly toxic load so if you don’t want this to happen, you gotta act fast. If you change your mind and decide to embrace it, let me know. We have a lot to discuss.” “Discuss what?” “Your future Baxtor. This was only the first step. I have plans and it starts with you.” He came closer until there was a pencil’s distance between us. “I hope you embrace it, son.” Saying so, he kissed me before turning and walking back home, leaving me out in the cold night, confused, conflicted and horny, with an ass full of hot poz bear cum.

Hello everyone, thanks for all the kind words. I'll write more parts in time, I'm currently very busy with grad school and I have exams coming up. The story of the Sloan clan isn't over. It's just getting started 😉

There is very little sex in this part. I wanted to move the plot along but I hope you like it. Part 4 Time seemed to stand still as I watched my father licking his fingers covered in my pre-cum. Of all the things I'd have thought could happen, this was certainly not what I had expected. I stood there, frozen in place, our eyes locked on each others, as time stood still. Dad's face started to move closer towards mine, his lips moving towards my lips. the distance between us closing until it was almost suffocating. I felt the faint touch of his lips on mine and it sent a shudder down my spine. *Phone Ring* The sudden sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my trance. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and picked up the call. By now, dad had distanced himself and I headed upstairs to my room. The phone call was from an old friend and while it came at the perfect time, I wasn't in the mood to chit chat. As soon as I entered my room, I made up an excuse and disconnected. I needed time to think. I quickly realised that staying inside was not helping me. I had to get out so I grabbed a sweater and headed out the door. Dad was still in the kitchen and when I muttered an excuse to leave, he didn't stop me. He threw his car keys at me and asked me to drive safe. Once in the car, I headed out towards the town. After years of being away, it felt nostalgic to be back to the place I called home. I went sightseeing my school, the old mall strip we used to hang out in, the arcade store (which had closed and turned into a grocery place) and a few others. Driving around kept my mind off of the things that had occurred at home. But there are only so many places in a small town to see so eventually, my mind drifted back to the house. What had dad meant when he said neg cum? Why was dad hitting on me, his own son? Why had dad and Sam changed so much? Why was the house so well furnished when dad's business wasn't exactly the most successful? So many questions and no answers. Right on the outskirts of town was McHale's- a working man pub frequented by everyone in town. It was old, shabby and grungy, but it was the one constant in town. I had never been inside but now that I was an adult who really needed a drink, it felt as good a place as any to drown my thoughts with a glass of cold beer. Being late afternoon on a weekday, the place was mostly empty. I grabbed a chair by the bar and sat down, waiting for the barkeep. Almost instantly, a hot young guy appeared in front of me. He was probably mid to late 20s, slightly chubby with a strong working man build. Bearded with a nose ring, the guy was a walking wet dream and under different circumstances, I would most definitely have tried my luck with him. I asked him for a beer but he kept looking at me with a weird smirk. "Well if it isn't Joey Sloan." "Do I know you?" I asked, confused and slightly aware that he had a familiar face. "Harry Keppler, we went to school together Joe." Now I remembered. Harry was a classmate but he was certainly different now than what I remembered. Back then, he was maybe 5 feet tall, scrawny like a twig and shy. The almost 6 feet hunky guy in front of me had nothing in common with the boy I remembered. Harry was chatty, asking me a lot about my life outside. As a courtesy, I asked him the same. He told me his parents divorced when he was 15 and his dad left, never to be seen again. His mum passed away when he was 18 and left him with the family farm and insurance money. Not interested in farming, he went to community college and got a business degree. When he graduated, he bought the bar from the previous owners and now ran it alone. "That's good man, must be fun running a bar." "Yeah, around these parts its the best job. No shortage of drunk bubbas around here," he chuckled. By now my glass had emptied out so I asked him for a second. When he went towards the tap to fill up, I heard the bar door open. A moment later, a man came and sat a few places over, keeping enough distance between us but close enough where I could appreciate him. Alpha Male- the only words that could describe him. Almost 6 and a half feet tall, somewhere around 270-290 pounds of strong working man muscle with a gut and massively huge arms. He was wearing a cop outfit, complete with the police cap, which covered his arms and legs. But if I had to guess, I would say he was a hairy man, based on the thick handlebar mustache and the hairy knuckles on display. As a business owner, I had met my fair share of alpha males but they didn't come close to this man. Those men showed the world their alpha nature by the way the spoke, dressed and presented themselves. This man had a presence that would tell any person that he was an alpha male that you'd not want to fuck with. While I was stealing glances at him, Harry dropped the refill in front of me and made his way towards the man. I saw the guy lean over and whispered something in Harry's ear. Then he stood up, and made his way towards the washroom. A few minutes later, Harry went towards the washroom as well. About 20 minutes later, the big guy walked out of the the washroom. He made his way to the bar, grabbed his drink, downed it in one go and left. A minute later, Harry walked out of the washroom and came back behind the bar. His hair was disheveled and it was evident what had happened. Also because of small drop of white cum that was lodged in his beard in his lower chin. I pointed it out to Harry who got flustered and quickly wiped it using his finger. But instead of cleaning his finger with a cloth, he stuck it in his mouth and licked it off right in front of me. This town was weird and something was up. "Never took you for being gay Harry." "Lots changed Joe around here, you'll find out soon enough," he replied with a smirk. I went back to drinking my beer and there was silence between us for a few moments. "Who was the guy Harry? Never seen him." "That was Chief Floyd Turnpike, he came to the country 'bout 3 years ago." "So, he's your boyfriend?" I asked him with a grin. "Hah, no. He's just a guy that I love to suck and get fucked by." His casualness caught me off-guard, what was up with this town's people and their casualness about gay sex. "Wow, that's umm...good for you Harry. He's hot." "Yeah he is Joe, he thinks you are cute too." I looked at him puzzled by his revelation. He told me that the chief had asked about me while they were "doing the business". Harry had told him everything about me including who I was. "Should I be concerned? The dude looked scary." "Eh don't be, you'll come to know him soon enough." Harry said, a slight mischief in his voice. By now, my second glass was empty and knowing that anymore would result in a good buzz and prevent me from driving, I took my leave and made my way home. On the drive home, I kept thinking about how to confront dad. What could I say to him to get some answers? --- When I reached my house, my brother's car was in the driveway and a police SUV. I was shit scared that something bad had happened so I quickly parked and rushed indoors. Once inside, I found my dad, brother and the chief from earlier smoking and drinking. The scene in front of me was hot, here were 3 hot, beefy guys reveling in their shared masculinity, doing what comes naturally to be a man. But my mind was elsewhere, stuck in the thoughts of my dad, my brother and everything that had transpired. "Aah look who's back, join us son." My dad spoke up on seeing me walk in. I gingerly made my way towards an open chair, as Sam passed me a beer. All this time, the chief had been eyeing me intensely. It wasn't a friendly gaze, rather one filled with intent malice and something else. Sam offered me a cigar which I refused. The 3 of them were talking about the town and my mind drifted off to everything that had happened. I was so lost in thought that I didn't realize that they were calling my name until Sam punched me lightly in the arm to wake me up. "Joe, your dad tells me you're gay too?", the chief commented. Way to start a conversation. I simply nodded my head yes, taking a big sip of the beer to calm my nerves. Something about the chief was making me uncomfortable, his attitude was both engrossing and intimidating, with a little hint of danger. "That's good, our numbers are increasing in this town," the chief remarked. "I'm not here for long, I'll leave in a few weeks," I chimed in. The chief stared at me intently. The room was silent, with the only noise coming from the cackle of the burning cigars in the room. The awkward silence was broken by the chief subsequently with a few words that sent chills up my spine. "We'll see about that." Despite being fazed by the man's words, I knew that I had to speak up. I wasn't going to be a wimp or be intimidated by him. "So, how do you know my dad and brother?" I asked the chief. "Your dad didn't tell you? Damn Bax, you've been keeping the boy in the dark haven't ya," the chief smirked towards my dad. My dad looked nervous, it was on his face, even though he was trying to hide it. "I am your dad's dad kid," the chief exhaled. Of all the things I had heard and seen, this was the most preposterous. I knew both my grandfathers and I had visited them often as a kid. They both had passed away a few years ago but I was certain that this man in front of me was definitely not related to me. "Dad, is this a joke," I asked dad with annoyance. My temper was rising at the absurdity of it all. Before dad could respond, the chief interjected. "I am not your biological grandpa Joe. I am a different kind of dad to your father. A more closer and sacred bond than he ever had with his own father." I kept quiet, unsure of how to respond. Sensing my annoyance, the chief continued. "A few years ago, I marked your dad with a bond that tied him to me. It was the gift only a man can give another man, and when given, ties them in a bond unlike any other. Your father, by accepting my gift, accepted me as his dad. And once gifted, passed on the gift to his own son, your brother Sam." This was all kinds of crazy. What gift were they talking about? Is that why dad and Sam had changed so much? Did it have anything to do with dad and Sam's current relationship? "Son," my dad spoke up, "There's something more I haven't told you. But before I do, do you know what poz means?" Of course I did. It was a term used to refer to a HIV+ person. But why was he talking about this? "Well, the thing is son, your brother and I are poz." The air left my lungs as the words he spoke entered my brain. My father and brother were HIV+. The shock knocked me out as I sat there quietly, mulling over everything he had just said. Words didn't come and my mind blanked, replaced by a slight buzzing of being in shock. No one spoke, as they watched me come to terms with what I had learnt. "How did this happen dad? Are you okay?" "I am fine son, better than I have ever been. As for how it happened, well," he looked towards chief while pausing before continuing, "chief gave me the gift of poz and I passed it on to Sam."

Part 3 I woke up late the next morning, on account of having slept late. Mostly because of the thought of my dad and brother fucking and having a weird master-slave relationship, kept racing through my head till the wee hours of the morning. On the bright side, I knew dad and Sam would be out for work by now, so I had the house to myself. I didn't have it in me to talk face to face with either just yet without picturing them in their gear from the night before or confronting them about what was going on. Relaxed and showered, I headed downstairs to grab some breakfast and was surprised to see dad at the dining table. He was sipping coffee while reading the paper, and my sudden intrusion to the room made him look up. On seeing me, his face broke into a kind smile. "Morning kiddo, sleep well?" "Morning dad, yeah I slept great." Dad continued looking at me with a weird look, somewhere between deep introspection and smirk. before going back to his paper. I grabbed a bowl and some cereals and joined him at the table. There was no small talk made, which was absolutely perfect. I wolfed down my breakfast while dad ignored me. I was almost done eating when, "So Joe, enjoyed the show last night?" My heart stopped for a moment and my throat clamped up. He knew that I knew. "I, umm, ..." "It's okay son, one of these days you'd have found out. Sam and I ain't the quiet type," Dad said with a smile. His casual demeanor was throwing me for a toss because on the other side of the table, I was sitting nervous and a little terrified at the same time. "What's going on in your head boy?" This was my chance to understand whatever was going on. "How did this start dad? You and Sam?" "All right kid, that's a long story." Baxter My marriage had been a sham and when my wife left, it was the best day of my life. I was gay, knew it when I was 13 years old, but in a small town being gay back then was not an option. After she left, the next few years was my work and the boys, with nothing much in between. It wasn't until the boys were 7 and 5, that I had a chance to get my pecker inside a stranger's ass and after that day, I truly enjoyed my single-hood. 5 years ago Joe left the day after Christmas. I would have liked for him to stay till new year's but the boy was hell-bent on going back and I didn't want to stop him. He'd found his passion at work and after the way I had been with him when he was a kid, I didn't blame his attitude. I just wished we could be closer. For now, I had been saving my load for the last week. My regular fuck buddy was busy with his family and none of my other associates were available. It meant that I had to take a trip to the creek to get some action. The creek is a patch of land near the creek flowing in the outskirts of town. Located about half a mile from the road, a person had to hike through a forest to get to the place. The remoteness of this place had caused it to become a popular cruising spot in the county. You were bound to find someone here, to get your rocks off and very rarely was it completely empty. When I made my way to the creek, I saw from a distance a pretty hot scene ahead. 2 big burly guys were spit-roasting a well-built young guy between them. The guy fucking his mouth had his palms on either side of the bottom's face so I couldn't see who it was. But it was clear that the bottom was having a blast. He was moaning like a whore, pushing his ass against the cock fucking him while he sucked hungrily the cock down his throat. I made my way to them, and when I was at a close distance, whipped out my cock and started to jack off. The top guys saw me and nodded in approval, as they continued violating the boy between them. I was stroking my 9-inch beer can thick cock, enjoying the show in front of me and hoping to get a piece of ass or throat myself. The bear fucking his throat started to grunt and took his hands off the bottom's face, to tweak his nipples. And as hot as the scene would have been, every arousal I had drained from my cock on seeing who the bottom was. My son Sam was letting two burly men fuck him like a cheap whore, his eyes closed as he moaned and groaned. My son, my flesh and blood, was queer like his dad. I had assumed he was straight as an arrow, but to see him being a pig for cock was a shock. It was also arousing. Sam is a muscular boy. Years of sports and football had given him a nice muscular body with a big bubble butt. The kind of ass you want to lick, finger and breed, until it's gaping and leaking hot man juice. Standing there, watching my first born get pounded by two men was starting to arouse me. He was an adult, he had made his choices and I was happy for him. I was also horny for him and it was scaring me. I wanted to shove my cock up his hole, I wanted to pound his boy pussy until he was screaming my name. I needed to show him who daddy was. As the men started ejaculating inside my boy, I was focused on my boy. My penis was justifying the reasons why I should fuck Sam while my mind was trying to make me see reason. In between, the 2 guys dislodged from Sam and left us alone in the creek. Sam collapsed on the ground, his ass puffy and leaking cum as he relaxed under the evening sun. My penis made my choice for me as I slowly made my way towards him. When I was behind him, I took my pants off, spit in my finger and rubbed it on my cock. Next, I laid on top of Sam with my cock wedged between his ass cheeks. He was spent so he hadn't realized there was someone else behind him. When he felt my weight on his back, he simply arched his hips upward to give me access to his used hole. Not one to pass on the opportunity, I rubbed my head on his pussy lips before pushing inside him. His hole was slick with cum and slippery like Velcro. I had fucked many asses before but nothing and no one had felt like this. Maybe it was the [banned word] of it all, but the more I fucked him, the more I wanted it to never stop. I hadn't spoken a word and Sam was still on the ground, moaning and groaning to my thrusts. I was afraid of his reaction to finding out who was fucking his ass, but as hot as it was for me, I needed him to know who was creaming him. So, I collapsed on top of him and put my face next to his. I stuck my tongue in his ear, lapping up on the sweat and pheromones, blowing hot air on his scalp. His groans became audibly louder, and he started to push back against my cock, trying to push me deeper inside him. "How do you like your dad's cock Sam?", I whispered between thrusts. His body froze and tensed upon hearing that. He turned his head towards mine, only to see my very red, sweaty and grinning face. I felt his hesitation on his hole, as it contracted and started pushing me out. I quickly thrust into him harder, preventing his ass from closing up. The strength of my thrust made Sam moan and I felt his ass relax for a moment. Taking that as a cue, I started to rabbit fuck him hard and despite his initial resistance, Sam started to getting into the groove of it. I slowly pulled out of him, before pulling his ass up until he was on all 4s, before starting to fuck him again. The next few minutes, I fucked him with unparalleled energy. If my son was a cock slut, I'd make sure he never had to head out of home to get all the cocks he wanted. This was my moment of proving, and god damn was I proving my power to him. By now, Sam was loudly moaning and asking me to fuck him more. Between calling me dad and daddy, my boy really gave up his hole to my cock. And as I started to ejaculate in his hole, his cock burst in orgasm and coated the ground below with his boy juice. When we were done, I collapsed on the ground with Sam next to me. We stayed silent for the next few minutes, catching our breath and processing everything that had happened. When I saw Sam, I didn't feel guilt. I felt a kinship with my boy and something deeper that I had never experienced. And based on the way he was looking at me, he was going through something similar. That was the beginning of it all. - Joe When dad finished, to say I was shocked would be an understatement. My dad was so casual about the whole thing, like it was no big deal. "I wanna know what you're thinking kiddo." "Dad, this is a lot. You and Sam are fucking around, I mean, that's insane dad" "We aren't just fucking around Joe. I love your brother and he loves me." Now this was just crazier to me. I wanted to understand but I was having a hard time coping with everything. I slowly stood up and cleaned out my dishes. I was at the sink cleaning the dishes when dad came in to the kitchen. My back was to him, so I was surprised when I felt his presence right behind me. Before I could react, he pushed against me gently, locking me in place between the sink and him. His strong clothed frontal was against my back, and I felt the heat radiating from him and entering me. His scent was strong, a masculine smell that would make a cock pop out. "You don't have to act around me son. I know you were turned on." I started to stutter a response when his hand found its way to my crotch. I was going commando so his strong palm scraped against the thin lining of my shorts and scratched against my cock and balls. He gently squeezed my cock and balls, making me slightly groan. "Your cock's leaking boy, my palms getting wet with your pre juice," dad whispered ever so slightly, his masculinity commanding the situation. I was shocked and aroused, causing me to freeze in place as he continued squeezing. This was wrong, so wrong and I needed to get out. At the same time, I was so aroused and turned on. Dad stopped squeezing my crotch and flipped me around. I was now face to face when I saw him lifting the palm that had been on my crotch to his face. He sniffed it for a moment before licking his fingers that had a little bit of my pre-cum. "Mm, love neg pre cum. So innocent." Dad muttered to himself. What did he mean by neg pre-cum? I had so many questions....

This was originally longer but I decided to split into two parts. Part 3 is coming soon. Thank you for the nice words of appreciation and I hope you enjoy. Part 2 For years, I regretted telling my dad about being gay. Pushing those emotions down by throwing myself into school and then work, I never let myself have a moment to think about just how much it hurt when dad was not supportive of me coming out. So, to sit here and hear my dad tell me he was gay too and so was my brother, it brought out all of that repressed anger and frustration. For now, dad was still talking. “I’m sorry for the way I acted back then kid. When you told me, I was surprised by how easy it was for you to say it out loud. I was floored by the courage my 14-year-old son was showing when I, his 38-year-old dad, couldn’t even admit it to myself. I should have been more supportive kid and I have always felt bad about not being there for you. But now that you are here, I want us to have a better relationship. You’re my son, my boy and I want to be the dad you need me to be. I am sorry son and I hope you can forgive me.” I was still angry but part of me suddenly had context for his behaviour back then. Being from a small town, he was left to discover his sexuality for himself and it would be tough for anyone to go through all of that. Especially a young single dad. He wasn’t the bad guy I thought he was. Like me, he was also someone who’d suffered but unlike me, he had to do it on his own. I got up and made my way to the couch, planting myself between dad and Sam. I lifted my arms and pulled my dad in for a hug. As we hugged, we both started crying, letting out all the pent-up resentment and regrets from before. I felt movement in my back before feeling Sam’s thick wide arms wrap around me and touching dad’s sides in the process. We stayed like that, not a word spoken but a lot was communicated through that hug. “Wait, you’re gay too?” I muttered in disbelief to Sam. He grinned ear-to-ear and nudged me in the shoulder. “Fuckin’ unbelievable” I replied, before nudging him right back. “You have no clue how long I have wanted to say this Joe”, dad said, “Glad that this is out of the way. I hope you can forgive me son.” “I am sorry too dad, for having been such a dick. I had no idea,” I said, “I’m glad you told me dad.” Over the next hour dad and Sam told me about how they came out to each other. They came out soon after my last visit, with Sam coming out first leading to dad coming clean. Dad had known he was gay since high school but he had chosen to stay in the closet and not risk his reputation. I was touched by the fact that dad’s journey to acceptance was inspired by me. Small steps to fixing my relationship with my family! The rest of the day was spent with the 3 of us catching up. Dad and Sam grilled me on my relationships and my life in the city and were disappointed to know how boring my life was. As dad put it, “boy if I were your age in the city, I’d be fucking every guy I could find.” Dad’s subtlety was endearing. That night in bed, I had a hard time falling asleep. My mind kept drifting back to my conversation with dad and Sam. So much had changed in the past 12 hours in ways I couldn’t have imagined. My dad and my brother were gay like me, who would have thought. After a few hours of trying, sleep was off the menu. It was around 1 am when I decided to head downstairs and whip up something to eat. I left my room quietly and reached the top of the staircase, only to see the lights on downstairs and voices coming. I ducked down and glanced a peek towards the living area. What I saw was the craziest shit I had ever seen. Sam was lying on his back on the couch. He was butt naked, wearing a leather harness, a thick collar around his neck and just boots. His legs were raised up in a V, with his ass partially hanging off the couch and a cock pumping in and out of his hole, much to Sam’s clear pleasure and approval. The cock pumping in him was my dad’s who was dressed for the occasion. Wearing a leather harness and pants, he looked like the catalogue model for a BDSM magazine. He was grunting in pleasure as he hammered his cock in and out of Sam, both in the throes of great pleasure. “Yeah you love daddy dick don’t ya boy,” dad grunted between thrusts. “Yes sir, I love your cock in my pussy” Sam groaned, his fingers caressing my dad’s body. “Fucker take my cock,” dad started ramming harder and Sam moaned out loudly. Dad’s hand flew to Sam’s mouth covering it and muffling what would have been a loud moan. For the next few minutes, dad kept ramming into Sam before he let out a grunt of his own, announcing his own ejaculation. They stayed like that for the next minute, Dad still unloading the last vestiges of cum into Sam’s ass. Sam looked glazed, as he slowly stroked dad’s nipples and milked the cock in his ass. When dad pulled out, he grabbed a butt plug from the table and pushed it inside Sam. Dad plopped next to Sam in the couch, pulling him closer. Sam was stroking his huge cock while Dad was kissing his neck and pulling on Sam’s nipples. A few moments of foreplay later, dad bit down on Sam’s neck, eliciting a moan from Sam. He burst out all over the couch and cum flew in all directions. It was a sight to behold, my donkey dicked older brother shooting a gallon of cum while my equally large dad caressed him and made out with him at the same time. When Sam was done shooting, dad scooped up the cum splatter from his and Sam’s body and fed it to him. “Hmm boy, you got cum on my boots,” dad said to Sam sternly. In a flash, Sam got off the couch kneeled in front of dad and pushed his face to dad’s boots. To my shock (and arousal) he started to lick his cum from dad’s boots, spit-shining them in the process. Dad let him clean both shoes, while he watched Sam with adoration and intent. When he was done, he straightened his back but stayed on his knees in front of dad. “Thank you for letting me serve you sir.” “You’re welcome boy, bet that pussy was hungry all day” dad and Sam both smirked. “Watching your brother’s tight body worked you up well too, huh boy?” “Damn right sir, he’s a hot piece of ass Joe.” I was having a hard time believing all this. Not only had my dad and Sam been fucking, they clearly had more than just a casual relationship going on (I know my gay culture classifications). Weirder still, they were talking about me, like I was a piece of meat. My arousal was off the roof and my very hard and pre-cum leaking cock was the proof. Without wanting to alarm anyone, I quickly and quietly made my way back to my room. The second I laid down on the bed, I knew it was pointless. Sleep was off the table tonight.

This is part 1 of a new series. The first part contains no sex and is a setup for more to come. I promise that the lack of sex in this part will be heavily compensated for in parts to come. For now, enjoy reading 🙂 -- Part 1 Growing up, it was just my dad (Baxter Sloan), me (Joseph Sloan) and my older brother (Samuel Sloan). Mom left soon after I was born to marry some rich guy who loved her but didn't want the add-on baggage of 2 kids. So, the responsibility to raise me and my brother fell on my dad, who did the best he could to provide for us. My dad was only 21 when Sam was born and being a young single dad, he was a very involved parent. From a young age, I was an exemplary student. By the time I was 12, I was already in high school and graduated at 15 as a valedictorian. I started college soon after and graduated at 19 with a degree in software engineering with minors in business and statistics. While in my senior year, I started working on a project which became a business when I graduated. After expanding my business over the next few years, I finally sold it when I was 25 for a 9 figure number. Needless to say, I was set for life at this point. But after selling my company, I started experiencing a slump. Success, while wonderful, can also lead you to wonder if there's more than just money and power. Don't get me wrong, it's great to have both but having tasted both, I needed more. In some ways, I was experiencing a pre-midlife crisis at 25 which led me to make the decision that would change everything. I decided to head home to see my family whom I hadn't seen in over 5 years. -- When I left for college, I'd make it a point to come home twice a year to visit dad and Sam. In my senior year, the workload from school and my project prevented me from traveling home and after graduation, the singular focus to make my business work made me ignore my family. We'd still talk but I was distant and more engrossed with my work than listening to dad talk about small town life and his business. I figured as long as I sent nice gifts on Christmas, things would be all right. Before you judge me, you should know that I had a reason to be distant with my family. When I was 15 I came out to my dad who didn't take it very well. He didn't say anything much and kept his distance. I did it a few days before I left for junior year to avoid any awkwardness but his response to it really drove a wedge between us. My brother was cool with it, which was my only respite. Over the last 2 years I had spoken to dad twice and Sam a couple of times, so things weren't exactly very familial between us. Going home after all this time was going to be awkward but I needed to do this. I had nothing going on for me and I figured being home for sometime would give me perspective on my next steps and it'd be nice to go back to my hometown after over a decade away. -- When my flight landed at the airport, I wasn't expecting Sam to be there waiting for me. A little background on Sam- I had last seen him 5 years ago. At the time he was a lean toned guy, working in my dad's plumbing business and looking like every small-town dude who enjoyed the relaxed life and to whom the world at large started and ended within the confines of the town. He was smart too but he didn't put in the effort at school and was happy to start working for dad when he graduated. Not that dad was complaining. I think dad was happy to have one kid at home, even if he would never admit it. They were extremely similar too, which was why dad and Sam had a stronger bond than me and dad. The Sam standing in front of me outside the airport looked nothing like the Sam I remembered. This Sam was a beast. At 6'0, he was approximately 220 pounds of muscle. Wide chest, thick arms and legs, a thick neck and a buzzcut, gave him the appearance of someone you didn't want to fuck with. In just a t-shirt and shorts, both a size too tight for his frame, he was a walking wet dream. The second he saw me, he rushed over and gave me a giant bear hug. Almost lifting me off my feet, he pulled me in for a long hug while rubbing my back. When he finally let me go, his hand slipped down a little and grazed against my butt. "Holy fuck Sam, you look so different man," I exclaimed, finding it harder to not stare and drool at him. "Hahaha, yeah been a while you've seen me little bro. Looks good doesn't it," saying this, he flexed his left arm at me. I'm not sure how his sleeves didn't just rip off but they looked awfully close to, judging by the bulk of his bicep and tricep. Not wanting to stare and freak him out, I nudged him playfully and asked him where he was parked. In 10 minutes, we were on our way to the farm. The drive to our farm would take a little over 2 hours. Once we hit the road, we started catching up with each other. Sam asked me a lot of questions about my work and my life, revealing very little of his own. While we were chatting, I finally took a good look at my brother and started to observe some interesting things. At first glance, it wasn't obvious but through the confines of his shirt, I could make out his large nipples. I wasn't sure but they looked pierced, based on the tiny lumps on either side of each nipple. Tattoos filled every part of the exposed skin on his arms, leading up to his neck and sliding inwards towards his chest. A padlock chain on his collar with an actual lock, hung from his neck. Without being obvious, I took a sneak peek at his crotch and holy fuck, was that thing massively bulging. Whether this was natural or a sock stuffed in, it was hard to say but it sure was impressive. It was so weird how turned on I was by my big brother. I needed to keep it in check but his very presence was making it very difficult. "So how's dad? Has been a while since I last saw him?" I asked, changing the subject. I needed a distraction and this was the best and only way to do so. "Dad's great. He's so psyched to see you. Keeps telling everyone about you coming home." That made me feel guilty. All this time, I thought he wasn't particularly happy about me so to find out how happy he was to see me again did made me feel bad about ignoring him. "Hey, you okay dude?" my brother asked, observing the guilt on my face. "Yeah its fine. Just...never mind." An awkward silence followed us for the next hour of driving until we finally pulled up to our house. The house that I remembered from last time was not the house I came back to. For one thing, there was now an actual 7 feet wall surrounding the place with an electronic gate. The rusty beaten down path leading from the road to the house had been replaced with an actual functional driveway. The house itself had been freshly painted and possibly renovated, making it look actually nice and kinda classy (given the surroundings). "Whoa, what happened to the Sloan pad?" I asked in disbelief to a visibly grinning Sam. "A lot has changed Joe, you'll see for yourself," he remarked. While we were pulling out my stuff from the car, the front door opened and out walked my dad. If the changed Sam had been a surprise, my dad was a shock. 5 years ago, my dad was a lean 6'4 guy with a clean shaved face and a cap on his head at all times. The man in front of me looked nothing like the man I remembered. He had ballooned up to become a muscle daddy. His body was absolutely massive with everything as wide as it could be. He had a bit of a muscle gut but it suited him. What was more shocking was the way he was dressed up. Gone were the flannel shirts and denims. In front of me was a man wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless vest, with the front completely open. On his chest were 2 very visibly protruding nipple piercings that had caused them to puff out obscenely. My dad was an extremely hirsute guy (always has been) but I could make out some tattoos on his skin as well. "There's my boy," dad rumbled and practically jumped over to where I was standing. He grabbed me in a hug and lifted me off the ground, smashing our chests together. His grip was tight enough to cause my lean muscular body to be absorbed into his bulk, smushing every part of us together. I was impressed, given that I take after my dad and stand at 6'2, which he easily lifted like I was paper. While we were hugging, I could smell the strong smell of sweat, beer and smoke on him, making me a little horny. I had to fight every instinct to not get aroused in front of dad, but it wasn't easy. "Hey dad, long time no see," I said as he let me go and dropped me to the ground. Without responding, dad hugged me again, only this time he sniffled and shook a little. Watching my formerly emotionally steady father cry out of happiness was not what I was expecting. We stood there for half a minute until he composed himself and detached. "A'ight, lets get you in boy" dad said, grabbing one of my things and started to walk towards the house. Sam and I followed him inside, which had changed significantly since I had last seen it. Before, it looked like a bachelor pad with things lying around, packets of easy-made food on the kitchen counter and empty bottles in the corner. Now, it was completely clean with a leather couch in the center, nicely done wallpapers and actual furniture. "What happened here? You guys won a lottery or something?" I was in shock, how did dad and Sam manage all this with their small town plumbing business. My dad let out a big laugh and slapped my back. "All in good time son, for now wash up and come downstairs. We have things to discuss." His tone meant business and even though I was an almost 26 year old successful former business owner, I felt like a ten year old boy that had to do what dad said. Sam helped me carry my stuff upstairs to my old room and left me in there. Normally, I'd take my time to wash up. But dad had meant business when he told me to come downstairs and I had questions of my own. How was their life so different and how were they so different all of a sudden? It made no sense and I needed answers. --- An hour later, the 3 of us were downstairs in the living area drinking beer. Dad and Sam were on either side of the couch while I was sitting opposite them. Dad was worried I was in trouble which is why I had reached out to them. When I told him that wasn't the case and I was just here to figure out my next steps, he looked relieved. He asked me point blank how long was I intending to stay. Unsure of what he wanted to hear, I told them I'd be here for no more than 10 days. "Hell no boy. You come back after 5 years and all you give me is 10 lousy days. You ain't leaving before the months up," my dad laid down the law. By the serious expression on his face, I knew better than to counter. Truthfully, I was relieved. Part of me needed time to figure things out and having a month's time to do so would be perfect. The conversation moved on to other things before I ended up asking about the house and the renovations. On doing so, my dad and my brother shared a look before my dad said anything. "Son, there are things you need to know about us." I kept quiet, letting him continue whatever he needed to tell me. "But first, I wanted to say how sorry I am for how I was when ya told me you were gay." That was a big surprise, considering I never imagined him feeling any remorse. He continued, "you should know, it wasn't because you were gay. Couldn't care less about that. I was just surprised you know, by how brave you were. Braver than your old man could ever be." For the second time that day, I saw my dad cry. Before I could do anything, Sam slid next to him and pulled dad in for a hug. Dad grabbed Sam in his arms and broke down, while Sam gently held him and let him vent it out. If it wasn't my dad and my brother, I'd think they were lovers. It took my dad a few minutes to compose himself, before he sat back up, took a deep breath and stared right into my eyes. "Son, I'm gay too. And so is your brother."

Sorry for the delay. This is the last part for now. Enjoy Part 5 As a kid, I'd see my parents sneaking kisses and moments when they thought the kids weren't around. A slap in the butt, a squeeze here and there, playing footsie- my parents were completely crazy about each other. As I grew up, part of me always wanted that connection. To be crazy in love with someone, even after 20 years of marriage. Maybe this time, I'll get what I want -- I woke up to an empty bedroom. As my eyes adjusted to the morning sun, I saw a tray full of food, coffee, a glass of water and aspirin on the coffee table next to the bed. Next to the tray was a note- "Out on work, be back by 3pm. Eat, rest, stay" While that sounded great, I really needed a shower first. Gingerly standing, a dull pain emanated from my hole and traveled down the length of my thighs. My cunt had taken quite the pounding last night and by the looks of it, I'd be out of commission for a while. I made my way to the washroom, peed and lathered up. As my soap-covered fingers ran down my ass, I felt the soreness in the puffed outer walls. Slowly rubbing my cunt, I remembered the events of last night. Daddy pounding the crap out of me as I begged for his toxic load, the fullness of his cock not only filling my hole but also a deep yearning of belonging in my soul. His body on mine, his dick planted deep within as our bodied merged into one another, becoming a part of the other in more ways than one. Despite the dull soreness, my ass puffed at the thought of his mighty cock and shuddered, sending shivers down the length of my body. A quick shower later, I was back in the room wolfing down on the food he had left. Once done, I headed downstairs to the living area. It was 11am, so I had 4 hours to go before daddy was home. My stuff wasn't anywhere in sight, which was a massive disappointment. After the message I had sent out last night, I was curious to see what was everyone's response. Maybe it was exhibitionism or my own perversion, but I wanted to know how people had reacted and what they thought of the successfull Ian Connelly, now a poz loving whore for a daddy bear. I wasn't concerned about their disapproval, disdain or disgust. I was beginning to realize I was thriving on the thought of it. Funny what a night can do to you. -- At 3, when Daddy walked in through the door, he found a very grateful me on all fours right in front of the door. I couldn't find any gear or toys, but I did find some used jockstrap of his while snooping around the laundry room in the basement. I had put it on before planting myself in front of the door. "Mmm, pig knows what daddy likes" he said as he stepped up closer to me. I looked up towards him, only to feel his shoe on the nape of my neck. He applied force, making my head go straight down onto his other shoe. Without prompting, I stuck my tongue out and started lapping the dirt and filth, grateful to be able to serve him. We stayed like that for about ten minutes during which time daddy made me spit shine his shoes with my tongue. Far from being disgusted, it felt right to do it. After everything he had done for me, how could I pass on the chance to be of service to him. When he was satisfied, he pulled me up and planted his lips on mine. Unlike last night, there was a tenderness to him. This was not the kiss of a man possessed, this was a kiss of a man displaying his love and ownership. I almost melted as he wrapped his arms around mine and pulled me in closer. His tenderness faded as the kiss become more aggressive and passionate. Daddy pulled on my tongue, I bit his lip, he bit down on my lower lip, I sucked on his tongue like a cock and passed a lot of spit into his mouth. He pushed the spit back as we kissed like 2 lovers, reunited after ages. Moments passed before we finally let each other go and as our lips parted, spit fell between us on our chests. "Hey boy, miss me?" "Fuck daddy, I missed you so bad." "I'm here now piglet, daddy's not going anywhere." He didn't even have time to respond as I lunged upon him. The force of my assault would have toppled any man but daddy held his ground. Using my momentum against me, he grabbed me and tackled me into the ground. I landed chest first, making me yelp in pain, and paralyzing me for a moment. Daddy landed on top of me, his weight pinning me to the floor and pulled down the jockstrap. Loudly spitting into his palm, he coated his cock with his spit and started pushing into my very sore hole. My hole was still tender from the previous night and the force of his penetration made me see stars. I started to scream in pain but it didn't stop him from ripping my hole apart. "Never forget pig, I'm your daddy for a reason", he grunted close to my ear as he fucked me mercilessly. For the next few minutes he kept fucking me while grunting and spewing profanity. His hairy body worked up a sweat, creating a beautiful musk of real man that made my brain spin. The heat of his body worked me up as well and soon enough, I was grunting in a mix of acute pain and pleasure. We were 2 animals, rutting to attain a higher goal- firmly establishing the alpha and beta status of our relationship. And that relationship was forever fixed when daddy grunted loudly and let his toxic cum coat the walls of my raw and scraped asshole, making me cum in the process. When he pulled out, I was in extreme pain. My ass felt like it had been scrapped by glass and my insides felt like they had been squished in a blender. But the endorphins in my brain was keeping me awake, letting me power through this intense assault and allowing me to hold on to this moment. "I love you daddy," I croaked out, meaning every word I said. "I love you too pig," daddy replied, his face breaking into a beautiful smile as he slowly leaned in for a kiss. "Lets get you to bed boy. You need some rest." Saying so, daddy helped me stand on my feet and led me to the bed where I promptly crashed. All I remember between standing up and passing out was daddy's bulk pressed against mine, as we cuddled on the bed. --- Epilogue After that day, I never went back to my old life. I was promptly fired from my job but it didn't matter. Fortunately, I had enough saved to last me a decade even if I chose to not invest and lived economically. Not that it mattered, because the second I sold off everything I owned, I gave the money to daddy. He was my master, it seemed only right to let him choose what to do with money. My job was to serve him and his needs, and that became the sole reason for my existence. About 15 days after my first fuck with dad, I came down with the fuck flu. Fortunately, it wasn't so bad and I was only out of commission for 4 days. By day 5 I was horny and ready for daddy's big cock to slide into my puffed up cunt. I let him know just how badly I needed him by straddling him and riding him cowboy, thanking him for the gift and setting me free. I live with dad now and its been 3 years since I have been with him. A lot has changed since then. But even after all this time, I still wake up next to daddy and thank my stars for bringing him to me. I love this man and I'll love him till the day I die. He gave me his death seed but in doing so, he gave me a chance to be reborn. But enough with the reminiscing. For now, daddy and I are out in the hunt looking to poz some neg guys. Daddy just went full blown and we are celebrating by pozzing as many guys as we can tonight at the club. But no matter who we fuck, I am the only guy taking him home with me tonight. Its time to upgrade my poz blood too.

Sorry it's been so long guys. Classes have been absolutely brutal and time-consuming. This is part 4, with part 5 coming sometime before the 20th of September. --- Part 4 "Are you sure boy?" Was I sure? No. Was I going to do it? Hell yeah! "May I daddy?" I asked him, with absolute certainty in my voice. I was scared but I knew it was now or never. He looked at me with the most intense gaze. So strong, that it always made me look away. But I decided to hold my ground and keep my eyes on him, to show him I wasn't weak. That I wasn't doing this just for him. I was doing this for me. This was my emancipation, my stepping off point from my old life and burning the past away. Stepping into a new life, with Daddy as my guide and my torch in the darkness. "Do it." *DING* And in that moment, I was free. ---- We were in Daddy's bedroom. I was completely naked and on my knees with a big, hefty collar around my neck as the only garment. Attached to the collar was a leash which was in Daddy's hand, who was standing next to me. On any other day, I would have been engrossed in appreciating his beautiful bedroom but right now my eyes were glued to the situation in front of me. The bed (king size) was a 4-poster one. On each of the 4 pillars was a singular camera, rigged and pointed towards the center of the bed. On the top-left and bottom-right corner of the bed, cameras were setup to record any action taking place in the bed. On the wall facing the bed, a 46 inch television was mounted which was turned off at the moment. Two massive studio lights on two corners of the room illuminated the bed. By all accounts, this looked like the setup for a porn video shoot. Sensing my anticipation, daddy simply yanked on my leash and made me move towards the bed. He ordered me to get on the bed, and lie down on my back, facing the TV. "This was supposed to go very differently boy", Daddy said as he started to move around the room. "I was planning to film you taking my poz dick and use that as a blackmail tool," he continued as he moved around and started to turn on the cameras one by one. Once the cameras were done, he went to a shelf in the room and extracted a black box, carried it to the bed and placed it next to me. "Plan's changed now. Tonight, we're putting on a performance," he said, as he turned on the TV. On the screen was a clear shot of the bed. I was completely visible in all my naked glory, facing towards the TV. Before I could react in any manner, daddy swooped in next to me and started to kiss me. "In the next few minutes, you and I are going live on cam. Every nasty pervert in the world is going to see your pozzing. They'll see you begging me for my load, and asking to be infected. Tonight, I'll be your executioner, handing you your death sentence and bind you to me, physically and mentally." I practically jumped into his arms, smashing my mouth into his, showing my willingness. Everything he'd just said had traveled from my ears to my brain and shot straight down into my cock and asshole. He knew what his words had done for me, as his arms wrapped around me pulling me closer. "Let's begin." Daddy picked up his phone and started to fiddle with it for a few seconds. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary until the TV screen changed. Now, instead of one single shot of the bed, there were 8 different rectangular shots placed through the length and breadth of the screen, each focusing on me and daddy from different angles. As hot as it was, there was no time to take it all in as I felt daddy pull me up by my collar until I was kneeling on the bed, facing the TV again. "State your name boy for everyone," his voice was gruff and meant business. "My name is Ian Connelly." "And why are you here?" "I am here to be pozzed by you daddy," I said with as much gusto as I could. However, daddy didn't look impressed which made me realize I needed to keep going. "I am here to accept my fate as a poz cumdump daddy. I am here to turn into a whore for you, a pig slave for you daddy who loves taking your infected death stick in my pussy." This made daddy happy, as his grip on my collar relax. Instinctively, my shoulders relaxed and I felt the tension on my throat dissipate. But, my relaxation was the last thing on his mind, as I his hands grabbed my skull and pressed it against his groin. I took the hint and started to lick his cock, running my tongue through its length and width, playing with his cock head and licking the area around his crotch. The thought of people watching me exposed, slobbering over a poz man's cock made my dick throb as I continued showing daddy just how special his cock was. Daddy laid down on the bed on his back, while I positioned myself next to his cock. I started to suck him slowly, looking up at him while doing so. My ass was facing the TV, so I couldn't see the view but I was sure it was pretty fucking hot. His musty crotch smelled so good, and the more I licked and slobbered, the weirder the smell got. Between his natural scent and my spit, his dick smelled like pure sex and it was all the invitation I needed to start taking him into my mouth. His piercings scrapped the walls of my throat and mouth and made me realize, that just the act of performing oral on him could lead to me getting pozzed. The thought made me both chuckle and turned on, as I focused on pushing more of his dick down my throat. A wide cock is challenging to push down your throat. A thick cock with multiple piercings is next to impossible, and I struggled trying to take his length entirely. Daddy understood I was struggling and finally came to my aid. He wrapped his palms around my throat and skull respectively, and pulled his length out. A quick gulp of air was all the relief I got as he held me in place and pushed his cock in one go. My eyes popped open as my throat was ripped to accommodate his length. I screamed into his cock, which came out as muffled groans, as he held me in place. I squirmed and struggled, but I was locked in place. I tried moving my body, but he wrapped his legs along my back, holding me in place. I looked up at him in pain, tears streaming down my eyes, and all I could see was a jubilant look on his face. Like the face of an apex predator, enjoying the final moments before his prey would succumb. Something inside my brain snapped as the desire to please him took over. I slowly started to move my throat up and down his shaft, just enough to stimulate while keeping my throat spread open. My free hands traveled along the length of his body until I finally found his pierced nipples. I slowly started to twist it with my fingers, all the while focusing on his manhood spearing through my mouth. "Mmmm, good pig. You know what gets daddy going don't ya," he said as his hand on my skull slowly loosened its grip just enough to give me a rub. By now, I was a little more confident so I started to push his cock out of my throat. As it slipped out of my tonsils, it made me gag and I quickly pushed it out. Almost immediately, a massive amount of spit and throat slime slipped out of my mouth and all over my body. To say I was disgusted by myself and ashamed would be an understatement. But before I could react, he scooped up some of the slime in his palms. Next, his palm moved down to my asshole and rubbed that slime all over my hole. The sensation of his rough slimy fingers rubbing my asshole, made me moan out loud. "Yeah, pig likes that. All that slime is all the lube you're gonna get bitch." I simply moaned my approval, as his finger slipped inside my hole. For the next few minutes, he worked my hole with his fingers, one at first followed by two, three and four. By the fourth finger, I was moaning like a bitch in heat, pushing my hole against his hands and fucking myself on his fingers. "Yeah ride those fingers pig. Lets get you nice and open for my cock." Another few minutes and I couldn't take it anymore. I got off his fingers, got on all fours while facing towards the TV, and presented my hole to him. "Fuck me daddy, please," I begged him. He stayed where he was, a smirk plastered on his face, as he observed my open hole. The anticipation was killing me and I started to thrust my ass backwards towards him, showing just how willing I was for what he possessed. "Fuck me daddy, give me your poz load. Infect me, make me dirty and diseased please. I want to carry your poz babies inside me daddy," I begged and begged, for the world to see. I truly didn't care who was watching, all that mattered was the desire to be fucked by this man's weapon. "As you wish boy." He got up and positioned himself behind me. He was facing the TV as well, as he lined himself up. I saw myself on TV, on all fours, with daddy behind me. He was rubbing his dick on my hole, teasing me and lubing me up with his precum. It was so hot and I couldn't help it anymore. "Pleaaasseee daddy please, I can't wait please," I was on the verge of tears, the need to be bred burning strong within me. The next thing I felt was the pain of being split open by a 7.5 inches long, beercan thickness, multiple piercings cock. I screamed out in pain, squirming and tried to push him out. In response, he pushed his weight on top of me until he pushed me into the bed and was on top of me. I was crying and screaming, as I felt his massive dick work its way through my ass or what was my ass. The pain was intense enough to drive all senses away but not enough to make daddy stop. "Its the only way boy, I tore your ass open. Now my boys will have a better shot at infecting," he said as he started to thrust slowly. "Isn't that what you want, to carry daddy's disease babies inside you. To be daddy's cumwhore?" The man knew exactly what to say as the word cumwhore made me relax. I slowly started to focus on the slight pleasure and numb out the sensation of pain. It took a while but slowly, the pain was gone. I knew it and when I used my ass muscles to squeeze his dick and push him deeper, so did he. "That's it baby, open up for daddy. Let daddy inside you." "Fuck me daddy, breed me with your infection," I groaned as I felt his thickness invade my depth. He grabbed my hair with his free hand, making my face visible for those watching. His head was on my shoulder, his rugged breadth on my neck sending shivers down my spine. "You ready slut? I can't hold it anymore." "Yes daddy, breed my hole." He started to piston drive into my hole, sending waves of intense pain and pleasure through me. My toes curled, my ass burned, my dick twitched and my brain went into per-orgasmic overdrive. "Fuck yes pig, here it comes. Gonna pump my charged load into your beaten asshole. Charge you up with my babies," his breath became sharper. "GODDAMN IT, HERE IT COMES. CHARGED LOAD IN YOUR PUSSY AAAARGGGHH," he screamed as he exploded inside my hole. The power of his ejaculation rubbed my prostrate, making me cum hands free at the same time. My orgasm drove my ass into overdrive, as I started to milk him harder for every drop, as I dropped my own neg load into the sheet. When he was finally done, he slowly pulled himself out. When his dick plopped out, I felt the cold air on my ass and the burning sensation of injury. Slowly I turned around to watch his cock, already aware of what I was going to see. His cock was covered in an orange slime, a mix of spit, precum, cum and my blood. He was looking at me with a look I hadn't expected from him. Warmth and love. I felt tired, exhausted and satiated beyond reason. And as I stared at the beautiful concoction covering his cock, consciousness faded away and I collapsed.

Part 3 The first time I met someone from my old life after my conversion, the first thing they asked me if I was doing okay. For some reason, this person had assumed I had been an unwilling participant in my pozzing and had been forced to undergo it. If only they knew. --- Liberated- the last thing I had expected to feel that day. And yet, being on my knees, sucking this glorious beast’s cock and hearing him talk about sending evidence of my nasty, perverted self, triggered something I couldn’t comprehend. The initial shock had paved way for a relaxing pulse to spread through me, calming my nerves and easing the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Suddenly, I wasn’t as scared of someone finding out about the real me and instead, the thought of everyone knowing was turning me on. So far, it had just been a fantasy except now that it could very well be a possibility, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. “I love this part pig,” Daddy said between grunts, his hand still resting on my scalp, nudging me to suck him off. “Watching your inner pig take over, planting the seeds in your mind to corrupt you, slowly destroying any resistance. It’s beautiful to see.” I felt his arms reach out towards me before being pulled up into his arms. Before I could react, I felt his lips on mine & his tongue inside my mouth lapping the insides. It felt warm and comfortable, almost romantic, to have this big gnarly man kiss me so passionately, so intensely and yet, so tenderly at the same time. My left hand moved up his body, landing on the nape of his neck to pull him closer and kiss him harder. With my free hand, I slowly stroked his big cock, feeling the warmth escape from it and entering me through my palms. Our lips parted but I was still on his lap, our eyes on each other. There was a warmth on his face, a tender smile that melted my heart. It felt so jarring to suddenly experience such a tender moment and I found myself jittery. His eyes bore down on me, making me blush a little. “Your eyes, they are beautiful boy,” he said, running his hands through my spine. His hands crept further down until they reached my ass. A moan slipped my mouth as his palms squeezed my ample butt and I pushed it further into his hands. The sensation of his fingers circling my hole, made me moan in pleasure. Involuntarily, I dropped a big gob of pre that splattered on his ample stomach, getting mixed into the fur coating it. “Fuck pig, you’re something else,” he said, slowly circling my hole with his finger. He was using his nails to circle around, causing me waves of pain and pleasure. His sharp nails were scraping the surface, teasing them with small stings every time they pressed in a little. Just as I was getting into it, I felt his fingers withdraw. I opened my mouth to protest when he slipped in two of his fingers into it. Instinctively, I started to suck on them, our eyes still on each other. “Lube them up pig, gotta get you prepared.” Once he was satisfied with the amount of my spit coating his fingers, he withdrew them from my mouth. Before I could prepare, I felt a sharp piercing pain in my asshole making me yelp in pain. “Don’t fight it boy. Just making sure my seed has a clear shot at corrupting you when I breed you boy.” His words were my bible and I composed myself. Despite the pain of experiencing fingernails tearing the inside of my ass, I braved through it and relaxed my hole, giving him better access. “That’s my boy,” he said, gleaming with pride and possession. His fingers continued their assault, while I stroked his hefty dick. In a few minutes, the pain had been replaced with pleasure and I started to move my ass up and down, finger fucking myself. So lost was I in the pleasure of being penetrated, that the sudden flash in front of my eyes startled me. Daddy was holding my phone up, recording us together on the couch. Based on the angle, I’m sure it was clearly visible to everyone what was going on. I felt so slutty and exposed at the same time, making me moan in pleasure. “Why are you here boy?” “To serve you daddy and be your pig.” “Mm, what else boy?” “Show daddy what a slut I am for a real man’s cock.” “And?” “To be knocked up by your big poz cock daddy.” “Louder boy.” “Poz me daddy, put your viral seed in me. Make me sick with your toxic cum daddy,” I yelled, meaning every word I said. He kissed me again, ferociously taking control over my lips and letting me know just how much he was enjoying this. “There’s only one thing you need to do boy, to get what you want.” “What’s that daddy?” “Send this video to five people from your contacts list.” It wasn’t an easy choice and a part of me was still unsure, but I was too horny and too deep to care at this point. Taking my phone from his hand, I marked five people on my contact list to send it to. But I did not hit send. “What’s the matter boy? Cold feet again,” he said with a smirk, knowing just how much I was enjoying the night’s proceedings. I gave him a slight smile before telling him what I wanted to do. “Daddy, can I send it to everyone on my contacts, email and social media?”

Part 2 When I finally turned around and saw him, it took my breath away. He was one of the ugliest men I had ever seen. His round pudgy face was filled with scars, his nose looked like it had been badly broken at some point and hadn't healed, his nostrils were shaped upwards with a gigantic septum piercing hanging, giving the illusion of an actual snout. A full, dirty beard decorated his face, his lips were thick, ashy and a little charred, with a piercing in his chin. Multiple ear piercings adorned his ears, which alongside the tattoos on his bald scalp, made him look like an absolute freak. To top it off, his natural scent was vile. A mix of sweat and something animalistic, the pungent scent attacked my nostrils making my nose burn a little. Any repulsion I faced was completely dissipated when he planted his lips on mine. His mouth tasted bad, smelled worse and yet, it was so erotic at the same time. I was shell shocked to kiss him back until I felt his palm grab my ass and squeeze my cheeks. It made me moan just enough for him to slip his tongue in, and I used it as an opportunity to kiss him back. I wanted this, I wanted this man to violate me. To fuck me, make me cry and squeal and spurt his toxic seed in my ass. We frenched hard for a few more minutes before he withdrew himself. He was smiling, like a predator that knows he's made the kill, and he led me away from my car. I walked with him, leaving my car behind, to his truck and off we went. An hour later, we pulled up to a farm. I was riding shotgun in Daddy's truck thinking about everything that had transpired. When we pulled up to the farm, I realized just how abandoned it truly was. Not a soul or a house around for miles, nobody who would know what went down at the farm. It was his own quiet corner, a place where he could be the true freak he was without judgement. He parked in the driveway and invited me inside. I was half expecting to find a dirty, filthy housing situation so it surprised me when I saw a nicely decorated farmhouse, befitting someone who lived alone. He offered me a beer , grabbed one for himself and we sat down on the couch. "Why did you try to run boy?" he broke the awkwardness in the air. "I,um....it..." I mumbled, unable to find the words. "You know what you want, your body knows what you want, part of your mind knows what it wants. So, why keep denying who and what you are?" "I..don't know what you mean," I blurted out. "Yeah you do. You want to be pozzed by daddy. But that's not the whole reason why you are here, is it boy?" he replied, the corner of his mind breaking into a slight grin. I kept my silence, knowing he would continue if I didn't respond. I knew why I was here and even though I didn't have the strength to say it out loud or even admit it, I knew he could smell it on me. "You're here to let go boy. Getting pozzed isn't the end goal, it's the beginning to what you've really wanted isn't it," his voice went down to a whisper, almost subliminal, as if he was speaking to my subconscious mind. He got up and sat next to me, placing his hand on my thigh and slowly rubbing it. "You want more than to be what you are. You want to be dirty, filthy, wretched even. You want to be corrupted by a beast and to become a beast. Isn't that right boy?" his hand was rubbing my thigh more aggressively now. "Why else would you find someone like me to poz ya? Most guys don't want to come close to me, let alone give up their holes. But you, you worked for it. You showed me you wanted it, despite knowing what I was. What kind of person does that, eh?" his hand moved up my thigh, resting next to my crotch, his fingers an inch away from my very throbbing cock. "You're a piglet boy. I see it inside, the desire to be a piglet for daddy. To be molded by daddy and turned into the pig you were born to be." As he finished his sentence, I saw him pulling a fat cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth. I wasn't into smoking or smokers but watching him prepare the cigar and lighting it, there was something extremely sensual and sexual about it. His eyes were on me, tracking me, even when he was lighting his cigar up. I saw his hands run through the length of the cigar, like a cock being gently handled, before he lit it. He was still watching, as he let the smoke rest inside his lungs for a second, before exhaling all that smoke at me. It smelled weird and good. The smell was strong, and instantly gave me a weird taste on my tongue, but it smelled masculine. The strong aroma grabbed my attention towards itself, numbing my other senses as I breathed in the second hand smoke. Daddy kept puffing and huffing, pushing more smoke towards me, and the more I smelled the less inhibited I felt. My body was tingling, my mind felt empty and I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulder. A while later, daddy took a deep smoke breath and pulled me in for a kiss. He parted my lips with his, and pushed the smoke inside me, sealing my mouth and letting it stay in. The smoke filled up my lungs and its contents shot up through my blood into my brain. The sudden rush of endorphins made my cock chub harder in my pants, and I moaned around daddy's lips. He gave me an evil smirk and gave me mouthfuls of more smoke. Each puff made me deliriously high, chipping away my resistance & anxiety, and replacing it with a burning desire to please this sexy beast. "Tell me what you want boy. I wanna hear you say it," he said between mouthfuls of passing smoke. "Use me daddy, please fuck me," I said in breathless anticipation. "Try again boy." "Fuck me with your poz seed daddy, poz me please." "Good, a little more boy." "Oh fuck, ruin me daddy. Turn me into a filthy pig like you. Destroy me daddy. Destroy my life." "Yeah baby, that's it. Daddy's gonna turn you into his filth loving poz piglet. Daddy's going to wreck you, burn down everything you have and give you real purpose piglet. Is that what you want?" Yes, that is what I wanted. But it didn't feel right to tell him that as much as it would to show him. So, I stood up, placed myself in front of him and kneeled down. He watched in silence, deep in thought, yet his eyes glared down towards me. A few minutes later, he stood up so that his groin was in front of my face. Impulsively, I moved my head towards it to lick it through his trousers. SMACK! The stinging in my cheek was sudden, unexpected and painful. He had slapped me hard enough to knock the wind out of me & humiliated me. My penis and asshole, however, were turned on by his aggression and I felt them both come back to life. Dazed, I looked up at him, humiliation and arousal plastered on my face. "Thank you sir." He pushed my face towards his crotch, until my nose and mouth were on top of his hefty endowment. The smell was absolutely foul and rancid, and such an absolute turn-on. "Breathe it boy. Smell the cock that'll baptize you," he said softly, coaxing me almost like a child. The smell was overwhelming. The kind of smell that burns your nose, runs through your air canal and wrecks your respiration. It made my eyes water, my heart palpitate, my body sweat, and most importantly, my cock throb. He sat back down on the couch with my face still pressed against his covered crotch. I felt him move his upper body until a strong smell hit my nose, making me look up. There was daddy, completely shirtless, in all his masculine glory. He wasn't just hairy, he was furry. Staring from his beard to his lower abdomen, barely any skin was visible. Whatever little was visible, was covered in dark tattoos in shapes I didn't understand. His hefty pecs, while muscular once, had sagged slightly into beginner man-boobs. His nipples were over an inch long, with multiple piercings in them. But all of that was overshadowed by the creme-de-la-creme on his right shoulder where the hair was thinner. A blood red biohazard tattoo, beautifully carved and perfectly capturing the ghastly beast that he was. I was delirious with my own pleasure and started to lick his crotch, trying to melt the fabric with my spit. I wanted his dick so bad and I was going to have it, come hell or high water! "Strip boy." I quickly withdrew from his crotch and shed my clothes. Naked as the day I was born, I got back on my knees and got back to smelling his manhood. "Unlock and give me your phone boy." Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't even consider it but this was no ordinary circumstance and I was on a scent-high. I did as he asked, never questioning why he wanted my phone and got back to the task at hand. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and pulled my face back. With his grip on, he stood up until he was towering over me. "Take off my pants pig," he said pointing my phone at me. The open flashlight made me realize that he was recording me serving him. I took his pants off, not realizing he was going commando. If the scent was strong before, it was extra powerful now. But who gave a fuck when I was seeing the most beautiful (& the most important) cock of my life. Pictures didn't do justice to his cock, which upfront, was sure to wreck whatever hole came across its path. As he let go of my hair, he grabbed his semi-hard dick and started to slap me in the face with it. The feeling of his meat and the metal pierced into it on my face was heavenly. It hurt so good and I found myself positioning my cheeks to receive his cock slaps, like a good slut. When he stopped, my cheeks were stinging and extremely sensitive. I looked up at him, begging him with my eyes to let me have a go at his cock. Thankfully, he obliged. He grabbed his cock and started to slowly pull back the foreskin. Doing so revealed an angry red cock head, his piercings and a whole lot of dried dick cheese. It was disgusting and smelled horrible. I wanted it and I could no longer wait. I attacked it like a mad man, pushing his cock head into my mouth in one go. The metal piercings scrapped against the inside of my mouth, the smegma made me sick for a second but I was in no shape to stop. Part of me was scared because I had started sucking without prompting but when his hand landed on the back of my head and pushed it deeper into his crotch, I knew I was okay. It was all the motivation I needed to continue sucking on his beautiful dick, and I braved my way to take as much as I could. "You love sucking on poz dick don't you pig?" "Umm...hmm," I muffled a response while sucking him. "You want it up your pussy don't you? My toxic cum up your hole, spreading through you, corrupting your body and mind, destroying you. Is that what you want pig?" "Mmhhhmmm." "Who's Sarah?" Daddy asked while looking at my phone. I didn't stop sucking so I couldn't respond which pissed him off. He pushed my face off his cock and kicked me in the nuts. I yelped out at the sudden pain and grabbed my balls. "DON'T TOUCH THEM YOU FUCKING PIG & ANSWER ME," his palpable rage scared me and I quickly composed myself. "She's my Yoga instructor sir." "Well, not anymore. I don't think she's gonna be keeping you as a client after she sees the pics and videos I sent of you slurping on my cock and begging for my toxic cum." My mind went numb. Suddenly, this wasn't a fantasy anymore. It was all too real and it all came crashing on me. "Don't act like you didn't want it, pervert. You wanted this deep down, it's why you're still hard. It's why you haven't asked for your phone back yet and it's why you're going to get my toxic load." He was right, despite the overwhelming fear of being outed, part of me got off on this. Not knowing what I was supposed to say, I got back to doing what I was before and started sucking him. "Think of it as punishment for trying to run out earlier pig. This should remind you who's in-charge." The man was going to be my end because everything he said, despite how sick, depraved and fucked up it was, was turning me on more and more. "Tonight my pig boy, we start to destroy your life and build a new one." To be continued.....

This is my first time writing a story so forgive me if some of the editing isn't all that great. Appreciate your feedback and thanks for reading. Part 2 is coming soon

This is part 1 of a fictional story. It's fairly raunchy and filthy so read the tags before proceeding. Subsequent parts will be based on reader's desires so feel free to leave comments, feedbacks and your most twisted kinks that you want to read going forward in this story. Today marks three years since my life changed for the better. When you read my story going forward, you might argue if I'm truly better off. It would be a valid argument except what you wouldn't understand is that, secretly, this is exactly what I had wanted all my life and more. But I'm getting ahead of myself. August 2017 (3 years ago) My life was awesome. Back then, I was Ian Connelly, the successful CMO of one of the largest consulting firms in the world. At 35, I was rich, successful and the poster boy for American capitalism. I had played by the rules, worked my ass off and had achieved everything I had set out to do. People loved me, they wanted to be with me, they wanted to be me, they looked up to me and craved my company in their life. The other advantage of success was the constant availability of sex. Women, men, trans, queer- whatever I was in the mood for, a few phone calls and I could have someone delivered to my door. I could do what I want with little accountability and by god, did I love it. And yet, I wasn't truly happy. There was something I wanted but I was too afraid to seek it. Afraid of opening that door and stepping into a life I so desperately craved, and yet terrified of. I wanted to be pozzed. I wanted to be a slave. I wanted to be a poz slave. It had been a fantasy since my undergrad days. A desire that had translated to hours on the internet seeking porn and discussions that scratched that itch. And over the years, that fantasy got darker and more fucked up. I wanted to be pozzed by an ugly beast. A man far removed from society's notion of acceptable behavior who would take me in his arms and give me a place to kneel next to his feet. A man so disgusting, that the idea of him would make people shudder in disgust. His audacity for filth would be a natural barrier to any person and yet, he would do nothing to change the way he was. Just picturing someone like him would make my dick throb. That fantasy got worse over the years and it delved deeper into some very fucked up desires. I wanted to be blackmailed into getting pozzed. Blackmailed by such a man to be pozzed by him and be his slave or be outed as a closeted, repressed bug chaser sub. It was just a fantasy. Until it wasn't anymore. -- I had been browsing the internet for some pozzing videos in one of the popular HIV forums. My desires were clearly stated in my profile but despite countless messages from many guys over the years, I had never acted on them. I had fun chatting with guys, telling them what I wanted while I jerked off and blew my load. When I saw a message from a new user called 'Pig-Farmer', I figured it would be a fun way to get off. We exchanged pleasantries and a few body pics. His user name was apt because the man looked like a pig. I didn't see his face but he was clearly big, burly and hairy. Piercings and tattoos adorned his hairy body but what really piqued my interest was the scorpion tattoo on his neck and the biohazard symbol above his groin. I sent him photos of my naked muscled fuzzy front and back, with a clear shot of my parted ass cheeks and visible hole. He responded with a photo of his dick. Actually, it wasn't a dick. It was a weapon of mass destruction. Not very long (about 7-7.5 inches but wider than a beer can. Dark veins covered the length of his manhood and it all ended at a dark pink head with a frenum, ampallang, lorum and a PA (I know all about cock piercings). The sight of his cock made my mouth water and my ass throb. Then he sent me a pic of his ass and it made me lose my mind. It wasn't just that he had a furry, big ass (which he most certainly did), but it looked dirty. The sight of it, while revolting to most, made me swoon. Picturing myself between them, my tongue lapping at that disgusting beautiful hole was all I wanted and I wanted it bad. We exchanged a bunch of messages after that and I got the sense he didn't have this happen to him often when someone would seek his company despite seeing him in all his glory. He wasn't very chatty but he was unapologetically filthy. This was the start of a beautiful online friendship that lasted for two months. He would send me pics of his dirty cock, all slimy and cheesy, that would make my cock harden and ooze. In exchange, I would send him pics of my bubble butt. Sometimes, I'd be at work when he'd tell me to send him pics so I'd take off my trousers and send him ass pics, wearing business formals on top and showing off my hole. Eventually, I sent him pics of my face. He never asked for them but during the time I had been talking to him, a connection had been established. I trusted him but most importantly, I wanted him to know who I was. He never showed me his face and I didn't ask for it. Somehow, it made it hotter knowing that he could put up my pics online and I'd have no way of stopping him. After two months of regular conversations, he finally proposed a meeting. He sent me an address about an hour's drive away, far outside city limits and asked me to meet him there three days later. At first, I was scared. As long as it was online, there was an element of control but was I ready to meet someone knowing where it would end? I knew this was my only chance, to have what I had always wanted but I was nevertheless scared shitless. The thought kept bothering me until the day of our proposed meet. Yet, as scared as I was, I decided to go. The address was in a very isolated area. An abandoned factory was the only place around for miles and it seemed I was supposed to go inside. I walked up to the front door and tried to open it but it was locked. Confused, I was about to step out when the door opened and out stepped a big burly bouncer. "The fuck do you want?", he grumbled with a snarl. I was at a loss of words. What was this place and why was I told to come here? Where was my online friend? Did he prank me? Thoughts like these raced through my mind as I scrambled for words. Defeated, I turned around to leave when suddenly "Yo, come in. I know why you're here", the bouncer said. I was confused by his attitude but I decided to go inside. Once in, the door closed behind me and I found myself in a corridor. The bouncer asked me to follow him and we walked through the corridor until we came upon a large door. "Step in", he said pulling the huge door open. Inside, I found myself in a pub of some kind. Men of all kinds and ages were in there, drinking, conversing and enjoying themselves. I saw two guys drinking and chatting while rubbing each other's cock through the fabric of their pants. A rather large man was being aggressively kissed by a muscular dude who was squeezing the big man's hefty chub. A skinny dude was getting his nipples twisted by a silver fox, while getting his dick rubbed by another gentleman. I made my way towards the bar and ordered a beer. My friend was nowhere to be seen and I had zero clue as to why I was here. I downed my beer pretty quickly and ordered another, waiting for him to show up. Eventually, I realized I had been stood up and decided to call it a night. Suddenly, I felt my nipples being grabbed and twisted hard, making me moan. I felt a man's weight against my back with the smell of booze and man musk violating my nasal senses, while his hands worked my nipples. "I am glad you came boy." It was him! I tried turning around but he put more weight against me, preventing me from turning. I'm a strong guy, with years of weight training under my belt but this man was stronger, much stronger. "Just relax baby. Let me work those pig tits and you finish that beer." His words were like an aphrodisiac that calmed me down. I had a slight buzz going too, which might have helped in making me more suggestible and docile but I adhered to his words and kept sipping my drink while he played with my nipples. "You're hot, boy. Daddy's gonna like turning a hot guy into a real pig." His words went straight to my cock which started chubbing up quickly. He noticed it as one of his hands slipped down my body and rubbed my cock through my jeans. "Yeah, that's a nice cock. Looks like you're liking daddy's attention." "Fuck yeah daddy, feels so good." "Finish your drink and pay up. We are leaving boy," he said while withdrawing his hands from my nipples and cock. I downed my beer in one go and pulled up some cash when daddy stopped me. "No cash boy. Pay him with a card, Apple Pay or any other traceable shit like that." As weird as that instruction was, I did what he told me to. I pulled up my credit card and paid my tab. "Good boy. We are leaving now," he barked. He didn't wait for my answer as he walked towards the entrance door. I was frozen in place. The situation, as hot it was, was making me apprehensive. If I went with him, I was opening myself to something there was no coming back from. It was hot and part of me wanted it really bad but my conscious mind reigned supreme. I decided to slip out quietly without him noticing, saving myself from the situation I had put myself in. I waited for a few mins before slipping out. He was nowhere to be seen and I made a dash for my car. I had parked a little way off the road, away from anyone's sight, which gave me an advantage. Or, so I thought. "Going somewhere?" his voice boomed in the silent night, just as I was about to open the door to my car. "Mmm yeah, look, I gotta run. Something's come up at work," I stammered and opened the door of my car. "You sure boy?" his voice dropped a few octaves, turning into a slight whisper, as he started walking towards me. I was still facing my car when I felt him behind me. I was about to turn when I felt the sharp prick of something against my spine. It was a knife. The man had a knife to my back! My legs were shaking, I was sweating and breathing deep slow breaths, trying to stay calm. He stayed frozen too, his knife resting against my back, as the strong musky smell wafting off of him turned me on ever so slightly. Here I was, in a perpetual life and death situation, sporting a partial. At that moment, I felt truly fucked up as waves of both horniness and fear raced through my body. "Here's what's gonna happen boy. You are gonna leave your car here and you are going to come with me. Understood?" "Yes." I felt the knife pressing against my back harder as he leaned in closer to my ear. "Yes what boy?" "Yes...Yes sir." "Try again boy" "Yes..Daddy" "That's right boy. You're gonna love what Daddy has planned for you. All the fucked up shit you're too pussy to do by yourself, Daddy's gonna make you do it boy." He pulled the knife off my back and my body relaxed. I let out a deep breath to release my anxiety when I felt him push me against my car and push his weight against my back. "You don't have a choice anymore boy. If you think about leaving, you should know that this place is a known private club for poz men to meet. You used your card here, think what would happen if people found out." He pushed his crotch against my ass, letting it rest against my cheeks before continuing. "Besides, you wouldn't want Daddy to send all the naughty pics and texts to your contact now would you? What would they think of Ian, the closeted neg bug chasing pig trolling for poz dad dick on the internet." Hearing him blackmail me and use my fear against me made my cock throb and my body experienced a wave of pleasure that made me buckle. He put his arms around my front and held me steady, kissing my neck as he let me steady myself. "Relax boy, Daddy knows what you need piglet. You don't have to be scared of Daddy anymore because Daddy knows who you really are. What you really are." That's when I felt the sudden spurt of wetness expanding in the crotch area of my jeans. I had cum hands free, hard. Most importantly, I needed to do this. I was going to do this. I had no choice. --