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I know that you’re absolutely right on this. I’ve been working on a new story with the Ai. I accept virtually nothing that happens that happens in first draft. I spent over two hours working on editing one chapter with the LLM last night. It’s a fascinating, and mostly rewarding experience. Sometimes though, it can be very frustrating experience. I may send you a DM with one chapter. Read it if you like. If you do, I’d love feedback.

Love the Velcro idea!

I probably have. But nowhere near that many loads. 🍑💦😋

Well, I’m definitely older. 🤗 Just checked your profile on BarebackRT. 🔥🍑💦

I’m not certain I’m allowed to since it would be a link to content that’s not allowed on this site. If you DM me, I’ll be glad to share

It’s written to take place at the end of 2025. I spent a couple of hours with the AI tonight talking about Heated Rivalry. I’m not sure I can make the crossover to real lives work. But I’m aiming to have my characters binge watch the first season. Final episode drops on December 26. I haven’t sent any chapters yet. I’m waiting for an email address that I want to use. For some reason, for the past week I haven’t been able to create a new account on proton.me.

I appreciate your response @PozTalkAuthor. AI will never replace you, for sure. However, I’m currently in chapter 25 that I’m writing with the GLM 4.6 model on Venice.ai. And when I say I’m writing with it, I truly feel that I am. We’ve gotten into a rhythm that I like a lot. I definitely feel like it’s a cooperative effort, and we do tons of re-writing of each chapter. I will add it I’ve lost my perspective , but I’m really enjoying it. It’s a romantic incest story that cannot/will not be posted on here. So I’m eager to get feedback once it’s posted. I’m determined to complete the story before starting to post. It’s destined for Nifty.

I might play with @BestCatcher’s idea and try to fit Geoff’s conversion story into the timeline at some point. Working on something else now. However, I wouldn’t mind at all if someone else wants to pick the story up and continue it. Might be fun!

Well, I can’t say I like black cocks better than others. However, I have a strong preference for large cocks. And, percentage wise, I find each new black cock especially exciting. And though I hate stereotyping, I am often disappointed when a black cock isn’t pretty damn big. But the sex may still be incredible. They say that you get a first impression of someone in the first four seconds, I find the same to be true of cocks.

I appreciate the comment, but that’s certainly my fault as much as the AI’s. The AI knew NOTHING about chemsex. I had to feed all the chemsex details to the AI. Having never used Tina before, I was coaching the AI solely from details I’ve read in other stories. So I really don’t think this is actually. Tell that AI was writing, because those issues would have still been there had I written story entirely on my own.

I’m fascinated by AI. Eager to see where this will take us.

Thanks so much, @MusclePup! I also would like to know how Geoff was converted. I have an idea. But you know, he’s 18 when the story takes place, so his conversion would have to be on another website.

After attempting to write porn with AI (The Biohazard Brand), I have a few thoughts that some may find interesting. But first, thanks,p to all you guys who read my AI experiment. A special thanks for some incredible feedback that @versmetropig sent me. After working for a couple of hours with the AI, I finally posted a revised version of Chapter 6. I’m sure it’s better but still not very good. I would like to have revised the entire story, but frankly it would be easier to write an entirely different story. I hope to do that in the future, but certainly not now. I doubt that you guys have the patience for that. And I absolutely don’t. If anyone wants to try your hand at writing erotic fiction with an AI, I recommend giving Venice.ai a whirl. Not once has it balked at any content I’ve asked for. As far as I can tell it’s completely uncensored. That being said, it’s not easy. I learned in 7th grade that I can’t write fiction. Nothing has changed since then. I can write non-fiction well, but I when I do, I’m incredibly slow with it. (The perils of perfectionism!). I might be able to write a good porn story with AI. But that, too, would be incredibly tedious. Writing a first draft is a breeze. And that’s essentially what The Bareback Brand is. I worked on revising two chapters with the AI. I probably spent four hours trying to train the AI. A good hour of that was trying to teach it to write about chemsex. Which is laughable since I’ve never experienced that myself. (The story did result in a couple of offers though. 🤓 🤫 🤔) I wouldn’t actually mind spending a lot of hours (or days) training the AI. The problem is that Venice.ai clearly wasn’t trained to write gay chemsex erotica, and it doesn’t retain any memory that users provide — nor should it. Venice.ai just learns for a session as long as you don’t close the browser. I uploaded a lot of examples of writing about sex (especially from @versmetropig’s blog). I also uploaded some sample chapters of good porn stories. It helped. But at some point Venice.ai got confused. It was getting better at the descriptive and sometimes emotional aspects of sex acts and chemsex. But then it got very confused with other parts of writing. It confused characters with each other and then one revision of a chapter focused almost entirely on the character of Mark. Fine. Unfortunately there was no character named Mark in the story. Long story short, if you write good porn, you’ll find the whole experience frustrating. I doubt if anyone really got off by reading any of the story — even chapter 6 (Redux) — the one revised chapter that I finally posted. I know it never got me close to cumming. And poppers didn’t help. I tried creating photos of the characters. Unlike the unfiltered writing that Venice.ai produced, don’t even bother trying to get it to create images it was hard to get it to even allow a pic of a grown man without a shirt on. And when I tried to create a photo of an 18-year-old wrestling champion, it gave me a very cute headshot of an 11-year-old. Then it created two hot wrestling coaches. I asked for it to give me the photo on the right but with blond hair, it gave me the photo of the Hispanic coach on the left with bleach blond hair. it was a long afternoon. The AI didn’t learn much, but I guess I did. Someday, I might attempt another AI story. But it won’t be anytime soon and I’d probably not do a chemsex story. For the few people who stuck with the story through chapter 10, thanks for joining my experiment And a special thanks to those of you who threw me some mercy fucks, , err, I mean reactions. Seeing the message that I won the day was nice, but I feel like it was a cheap way to do it. So thanks for reading. Hopefully, someday I’ll produce some content of some kind that can actually interest the community. OH, I DID DISCOVER SOMETHING WONDERFUL TODAY. If you haven’t feasted your eyes on Pietro Boselli and read his bio, you MUST. A true renaissance man. I don’t know how one person can accomplish so:much in such a short time. (Well, certainly Michelangelo did, but he wasn’t as hot.) He’s on Facebook, Instagram, and even onlyfans. (There’s a new article about him on Instinct magazine.) Then check out his bio and gallery at Pietro Boselli.com. You can thank me later. And now I need to update my choice of which celebrity I’d like to slam with. Ciao! jim

I appreciate the comment. I completely understand and agree with you about labeling. I’m fascinated by. And also frightened. It’s moving so quickly and Congress will never be able to regulate it. I doubt if I’ll use it to write again.

Chapter 6 (Redux) The sling room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of something sweet and intoxicating. Nate lay back, his heart pounding in his chest as Geoff loomed over him, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and something darker, more primal. Geoff's fingers traced the contours of Nate's chest, lingering on the small, sensitive nipples, making Nate gasp and arch his back. "You're so responsive, Dad," Geoff murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I can feel your heartbeat racing. You're ready for this, aren't you?" Nate's mind raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. What was he getting into? He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but it was enough. Brandon, standing nearby, leaned in, his breath hot on Nate's ear. "We're going to take good care of you, Nate. You're special to us." His hand cupped Nate's cheek, thumb gently stroking his skin. Nate leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Geoff reached for the lube, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. He spread it warmly across his palms, ensuring it was evenly distributed before reaching down to Nate's cock, already hard and leaking. "Look at you," Geoff said, his voice thick with lust. "So ready for us." Nate whimpered as Geoff's fingers circled his length, slick and sure. Brandon's hand joined Geoff's, the two of them working in tandem, their touches synchronized and expert. Nate's hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the pleasure they were building. "Easy, easy," Brandon soothed, his other hand pressing gently on Nate's stomach, holding him down. "We've got you. Just feel." Nate did feel. Every touch, every caress, every whisper of their skin against his sent shivers of pleasure through his body. He was lost in sensation, his world narrowing down to the points where they touched him, where they teased and tantalized. Geoff's fingers slipped lower, tracing the sensitive skin behind Nate's balls, then lower still, to his entrance. Nate tensed slightly, a instinctive reaction, but Geoff's soothing touches and soft words kept him grounded. "Relax, Dad. We're not going to hurt you... unless you want us to." Nate took a deep breath, trying to relax, to open himself up to Geoff. Geoff's finger pressed gently against his entrance, then slipped inside, a foreign and overwhelming sensation. Nate gasped, his body clenching around the intrusion. "Shh, it's okay," Brandon murmured, his lips pressed to Nate's forehead. "Just breathe. Let him in." Nate did, his body slowly relaxing as Geoff's finger moved inside him, stretching and preparing him. A second finger joined the first, and Nate moaned, a sound of pleasure and pain mixed together. He was full, so full, and it was overwhelming. Geoff leaned down, his lips capturing Nate's in a deep, hungry kiss. Nate kissed back, his arms wrapping around Geoff's neck, pulling him closer. He could feel Geoff's cock, hard and insistent, pressing against his thigh. He wanted it, wanted to feel it inside him, filling him completely. Brandon's hand wrapped around Nate's cock, stroking in time with Geoff's fingers inside him. Nate was a mess of sensation, his body on fire, his mind a blur of pleasure and need. He was so close, so close to the edge, and he knew, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that when he went over, it would be with them. With Geoff and Brandon, his family, his lovers, his everything. The room was filled with the sweet scent of poppers, and Nate took a deep inhale, feeling the rush of euphoria course through his veins. His senses heightened, every touch more intense, every sound more pronounced. He could hear the soft slaps of skin on skin, the wet sounds of Brandon's hand on his cock, the ragged breaths of his lovers. Geoff pulled back, his fingers slipping out of Nate. "Ready for more, Dad?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Nate nodded, his eyes glazed with desire and the effects of the poppers. "Yes, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Geoff reached for the syringe and the rubber band. He tied the band tightly around his own arm above the elbow, then inserted the needle into a vein below it. Geoff hissed slightly as the meth entered his bloodstream, his eyes fluttering closed as the rush hit him. He removed the needle and raised his arm, speeding the drug's flow through his body. Geoff coughed a few times, his body adjusting to the sudden influx of the stimulant. Brandon turned his attention to Nate, repeating the process. Nate tensed as the needle pierced his skin, but Brandon's soothing words and gentle touch kept him calm. Nate coughed harder than Geoff, his body unfamiliar with the sensation, but Brandon held him close, helping him through it. Geoff, high and eager, moved between Nate's legs, his cock hard and ready. He pressed the head against Nate's entrance, and Nate took a deep breath, trying to relax. Geoff pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling Nate completely. Nate moaned, a low, guttural sound, as he felt Geoff's cock stretch him, fill him, complete him. It was overwhelming, the sensation of being so full, of being claimed and possessed in such an intimate way. Geoff started to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. Nate met each thrust, his body rising to meet Geoff's, their movements synchronized and fluid. It was a dance, a primal, instinctive dance of two bodies coming together, of two souls intertwining. Nate's hands roamed Geoff's body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the dips and valleys of his skin. He explored every inch of Geoff, mapping him out with his touch, committing him to memory. Geoff was his, completely and utterly his, and Nate wanted to know every inch of him, every secret, every desire. Geoff's pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more insistent. Nate met each one, his body rising to meet Geoff's, their movements a frenzy of need and desire. They were lost in each other, lost in the sensation of their bodies coming together, of their souls intertwining. Nate could feel the pressure building, the coil of tension in his gut, the promise of release just out of reach. He chased it, his body moving in time with Geoff's, their rhythm a perfect, primal syncopation. And then, with a final, deep thrust, Geoff sent Nate over the edge. Nate cried out, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, leaving him a trembling, boneless mess in Geoff's arms. Geoff followed soon after, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside Nate, filling him completely, marking him as his own. "I love you so much, Daddy," Geoff whispered tearfully, his voice choked with emotion. They lay there for a long moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Nate could feel Geoff's heartbeat, strong and steady, against his chest, and he knew, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that he was home. He was where he was meant to be, with Geoff, his son, his lover, his family, his everything.