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Blackmailed Benjamin “Yikes!” the disembodied voice said. “Are you okay, Ben?” “Wha-wha-what?” I stammered as my eyes began to slowly open. “Where am I?” A shadowy figure loomed overhead as massive drops of rain pelted me without remorse. I suddenly felt caked in something thick and I was terribly sore—my entire body began to ache while my ears rang. “I saw it all,” the voice said. “You hit that giant hole back there in the road. Didn’t you see it? Did you think it was just a puddle?” The figure leaned down towards me and finally came into focus. “Mr. Barnes?” I mumbled. “Wow. You really took a good tumble off your bike. I guess we should be grateful you landed in the muddy grass rather than falling left into traffic. How do you feel, Ben?” “A little sore and covered in gross mud from head to toe,” I replied. Mr. Barnes extended his hand and helped me to my feet. I felt him begin to pat me down and spin me like a top. “Well...good news is nothing looks broke...just a few scrapes and a bonked head. Bad news is that your bike isn’t looking too good. You bent the front rim and your chain is busted.” “Great,” I bemoaned looking at my bike as Mr. Barnes pulled it onto the grass near us. “Dad is gonna tan my hide something fierce when he gets home and sees this.” “Maybe not,” he interjected. “Come on, you’re soaked to the bone in rain and mud. Hop in the truck. I’ve got a towel we can put on the seat and I’ll toss your bike in the bed. I’m pretty sure I can give you David’s old wheel and chain off his mountain bike. It’s not like he needs it anymore since he’s away at college. I’d hate to see you get into trouble for something not your fault.” “I don’t know what to say,” I said completely shocked. Mr. Barnes drove slowly through the deluge. As we rounded the corner to our street, we passed my house and went another mile until we reached his. “Living in the country sure has its cons like poor road maintenance,” he said as we pulled into his gravel driveway. “But, it’s also nice being away from everyone sometimes. That’s why it’s always important for neighbors to help one anther; there’s so few of us our here.” We pulled under his oversize car port behind his cabin. The deafening clatter of the rain slamming against the roof of his truck finally ceased. My pounding headache was grateful for some auditory respite. We both hopped out and he grabbed my busted bike from the bed and dragged it into his garage turned workshop. I stood near him staring at my prized 18th birthday gift. “This looks new,” he said. “Birthday gift. I wasn’t about to get a car. I was lucky to get this I suppose. You know my parents. They are a little…” “Controlling, ultra-religious, prison wardens?” he interrupted with a smile. “Yeah...that pretty much sums them up. It definitely feels like a prison most of the time. I’m rarely able to be...” “Yourself?” Mr. Barnes interjected while putting his large hand on my back. He gave it a reassuring pat followed by a lingering touch. “I can spot that type a mile away. My folks were the same back when I was your age. I was glad to get the hell out from under their roof when I went to college. You’ve got that to look forward to at least.” I turned my gaze downwards to the dirty, concrete floor. “They don’t want me moving away...too much temptation for sin. I’m staying at home and biking the 6 miles to the community college this fall. Some days I secretly wish I had the ability to run away or even just get kidnapped, but who snatches an eighteen year old. I figure even that at its worst, being forcefully taken is better than living at home.” “Ooof,” he said giving me another pat on the back. Looking at his muddy hand, he added, “Look...you never know what can happen to change your life’s path. But for now, you’re covered in mud and drenched crown to heel. You can use my shower to get cleaned up. I’ll throw your clothes in for a nice wash and dry while I fix your bike. You’ll be able to go home clean as a whistle and with no one the wiser.” “Except for my raging headache.” “I’ve got something for that. Come on inside. Let’s get you fixed up.” I started to follow him through the door that led from his garage into his kitchen. “Woah woah woah!” he exclaimed. “Don’t be tracking all that water and mud through my house. Hold on.” He rummaged behind a pantry door and produced a large, garbage bag. “Here. Put everything in here.” I looked blankly at him for several moments. “My shirt and jeans?” I asked sheepishly despite knowing exactly what he expected. “No. Everything, silly. You’re filthy. Literally everything you have on is filthy and needs to be washed including you!” I was immediately embarrassed. I could feel my face burn bright red. This was...awkward...for a number of reasons. For one, I’ve never been naked in front of anyone since I was a baby! Secondly, I’ve known Mr. Barnes for as long as I can remember. My parents, by all accounts, loved him. He was a member of the family and was always invited over for holidays and summer pool parties. The problem is that ever since I was 14, I started having ummm weird feelings about him. Despite frequent admonishments that self-love was an egregious sin, I began to quietly masturbate at night thinking about him having his way with me. He was a bit overweight, in his early 50s, and always smelled of cherry cigar smoke which, for some reason, intoxicated me to no end. He was this big, grizzly bear of a man that exuded a presence of power whenever he was around. The number of times my young balls drained and spurted ropes of cum onto my belly while imagining him turning me into a total, cum dump is incalculable. I know a handful of fantasies even revolved around a situation like right now taking place. “I’m not trying to cool the outside, Ben,” he said with a smile. “Sorry,” I quickly blurted out while peeling off my t-shirt over my head and dropping it into the garbage bag he held out. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, but pulling him down as soaked as they were was proving to be quite the chore. “Ah fuck,” I mumbled. “Here,” he said while dropping the bag. He took two steps forward, and I suddenly felt his hands inside the front, waist of my jeans. I could feel myself beginning to stir. “Oh god...oh fuck,” I said to myself. “No, no, no, no...don’t get hard.” But, the more I repeated that over and over silently, the more I could feel my cock struggling to get erect in my tight, wet clothes. “You push down on the back and shimmy all around while I take the front. Wet jeans are the worst.” “Oh goddammit…” my brain screamed. As I began to wiggle about, our combined efforts managed to work my jeans down to my ankles. I was afraid to even look down. I knew I was rock hard and that my tight, white briefs clung to my cock like it was vacuum sealed in cotton. “We didn’t think this through did we?” he half asked. “Shoulda done shoes and socks first,” he laughed. Standing on one foot and then the other, he deftly slipped off my dripping wet tennis shoes and ankle socks. A moment later, I had stepped out of my jeans. Only my tighty whities remained on me. “Okay,” looks like these are all that’s left to come off,” he said casually reaching for a piece of waistband right above my dick. He pulled it towards him completely exposing my hardon before letting go so that it snapped back against my skin with a thwap sound. I felt like I was about to fall over and die. Was this really happening? I didn’t even know if he was gay. Shit, I wasn’t even sure I was really gay! “Toss ‘em in,” he said grabbing the trash bag once again. “Don’t be shy. I’ll let you in on a secret. I see a naked guy in the mirror every morning...myself,” he said with a friendly smile. “Fine,” I thought. “I’m reading too much into this. My imagination is just that...pure imagination.” I slid my underwear off and tossed it into the bag. “Perfect! Now let’s get you something for that headache and then you can take a hot shower. That alone will do wonders for those aches from the fall. You really must start being more careful in your surroundings, Ben. Danger lurks in the most innocuous situations.” I followed him into his kitchen with my boyish hardon bouncing about wildly with every step. For as wrong as this should have felt, there was such a magical rush being freely naked in front of Mr. Barnes. Perhaps knowing that my parents would have murdered me for being like this made it all the more titillating. He opened a cupboard and pulled out an unlabeled, orange pill bottle. Handing me a pink pill, he poured a swig of whiskey into a glass that was on the counter. “I can’t possibly,” I protested. “My parents would kill me if I drank alcohol.” Mr. Barnes handed me the glass. “I promise not to tell. Besides, it’ll help the medicine get rid of that headache faster.” I liked the smell as I sniffed the glass. “Pill in mouth and one big swig of the nectar of the gods.” I placed the strange pill onto my tongue and poured the entire bit of whiskey into my mouth. I got it all down, but I started coughing like I had smoked my first cigarette. Mr. Barnes started laughing. “Not too bad for your first drink I suppose. Like with most things going in one’s mouth, it gets better with every taste. Shower is down the hall and last door on your left. I’ll get to work on these,” he said holding the bag of my soiled clothes up, “and to fixing the bike as well while you clean up. Everything you need should be in there.” “Thanks, Mr. Barnes. I’m sure lucky you were there to rescue me.” “I suppose you are. But please, Ben, Mr. Barnes is my asshole of a father,” he said smiling. “You can call me Sir.” I was taken back for a brief moment. “Go ahead...say it again but correctly this time.” I felt my cock suddenly twitch and my balls tighten. “I’m lucky you were there to rescue me. Thank you, Sir.” Mr. Barnes smiled. “That’s a good boy. You’re a quick learner aren’t you? Now, off to the shower with you.” I didn’t even bother to shut the bathroom door. There didn’t really seem to be a point in doing it when Mr. Barnes had already seen me completely naked, and secretly, perhaps I wanted him to possibly watch me. He had an impressive walk-in shower that could easily fit several people. Nozzles and knobs everywhere, I started twisting and pulling until hot water started falling from above and spraying me from my sides. Somehow, I had managed to turn on some pulsating function with the nozzles on the shower’s side. The rhythmic pulsing and staccato stings of the water were surprisingly pleasurable. Their fleeting bits of induced pain even felt good on my cock and balls. I was doubly enticed when I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart and the pulses lapped at my delicate pucker. In fact, I couldn’t resist temptation. With a hand planted on the shower’s glass wall, I bent over and pushed my ass back to spread it open. I teased myself at first. The hot water from the closest nozzle pulsed against the inside of my right buttock. I twisted and contorted myself so the blasts of water danced all around my virginal hole. Closing my eyes and moaning softly, I began slowly stroking my wet erection. That was enough teasing though, I moved my hips slightly and was greeted once again by the sting of the water striking my tender asshole. It felt as divine as it did torturous. The unrelenting pressure felt as if it would tear me open and begin filling me up. It happened so quickly. An enormous bodily twitch followed by a thick spurt of my cum plastered against the clear glass. What normally would have ended in a limp cock and feelings of guilt, this orgasm only seemed to make me more lustful. My throbbing headache had been supplanted by a delightful floating feeling. Everything began to feel beyond amazing. It was as if I could distinctly feel every sensation taking place all at the same time. I quickly dropped to my knees, and without thinking, ran my tongue up the trail of spunk I created. It was the first time I dared to taste my own seed. I was instantly regretful upon tasting it that I hadn’t been swallowing every orgasm’s gift that I had ever produced. It was now abhorrent to me that I wasted it all; letting it get wiped away by a paper towel or tissue for all these years. “Never again,” I promised myself. I stood up and noticed that my cock was still at full attention. “Well that’s new,” I thought to myself. Normally it’d be a shriveled, little clit after such an expulsion. I realized that I couldn’t play in his shower forever though. Grabbing for a large bottle of shampoo, my eyes exploded wide. What was this hiding behind the shampoo? I nearly dropped the bottle in my hand when I saw the fleshy, pink dildo tucked away into the corner. There it stood at full attention with its suction-cup base firmly planted on the tiled ledge. It wasn’t particularly long—maybe only five inches plus the fake balls. But what it lacked in length, it more than made up for in girth. My eyes darted to the bathroom doorway. I didn’t see Mr. Barnes. I felt my balls tighten and ache as my gaze fixed upon the soda can like phallus. My cravings were too intense to ignore, but my unspoiled asshole seemed to clench painfully shut. I grabbed the silicone beast and got back onto my knees. The water raining down upon me had gone from nearly scalding to merely a step above warm. As I affixed the dildo to the glass in front of me, I reached for the bottle of conditioner. After squirting a copious amount of the thick liquid into my left hand, I leaned down and began lapping at the fat cock in front of me as if I were teasing it. Tracing the uncut head with my tongue, I began to imagine all of the streams of water hitting me as glorious jets of warm piss from each member of the football team. I could see myself on my knees in the gym shower surrounded by them—each of them relieving their near-bursting bladders on me. I cocked my head to the side and pushed forward. The unforgiving toy forced itself between my lips and rested full cradled by my tongue. As I began sucking my imaginary lover off as best as I could guess how, my left hand reached back behind me. I felt the cool, slick conditioner touch my hole. I moaned like a bitch in heat with the cock fully inside my mouth as I began lubing myself up. What better place to pop my cherry than at Mr. Barnes’ house. I’d relive this moment over and over every time I would jerk off in the future I told myself. Spinning around with my face away from the door, I knew I was taking a huge risk. If he caught me right now and told my parents, I couldn’t imagine what horrors may lay in store for me. But it was too late for me. With my head and body swimming in bliss and primal hunger, I couldn’t hear that voice normally inside myself telling me to stop. I just needed to be fucked. It was time. It would be worth it no matter the potential pitfalls. I pushed my hips back and suddenly felt the thick head spreading my ass effortlessly apart as it searched for my hole. When the tip finally made contact with my love hole, I moaned out. Water from the jet in front of me shot into the back of my mouth and sent me into ecstasy. “Unngghh fuck...yeah give me your hot piss in my mouth, Danny,” I said in a trance. I swallowed a mouth full of water as the water sprayed against my face. “Oh fuck yeah. I love swallowing your piss.” I opened my mouth to let more pretend piss fill my eager mouth. At the same time, I pushed back hard against the dildo. My innocent pucker clung to its purity with all its might, but my depraved desires would not be so easily denied. “Ahhhh god,” I cried out as my hole suddenly expanded to a diameter completely foreign to it. I quickly stopped and covered my mouth. My asshole was screaming in agony with a couple of inches of my impaler in side it. I tried to listen as best I could over the sounds of the shower. Was I too loud? Did I really just scream out or was that in my head? Everything felt like a deep dream now, one that I couldn’t quite wake up from. Then again, I don’t think I really wanted to wake up in that moment. I didn’t dare look behind me for fear of seeing Mr. Barnes standing in the doorway to his bathroom. Yet, the buried slut in me that I had been long suppressing took devilish delight in picturing him standing there watching me fuck myself for the very first time with his dildo. At least now I knew he was most likely gay. “Ohhh fuck, Mr. Barnes! You’re too big for me,” I moaned out before swallowing more pretend piss from an imaginary classmate. “This is my first time. Please, go easy on me,” I whimpered as I drove the rest of the thick cock into me. I felt the fake balls pressing against my hole and the wet glass of the shower against my ass cheeks. I was motionless for a minute—savoring the agony of being forcefully split open. The pain was nirvana. I could picture the enormous head and shaft inside my colon. It was caressed and secured lovingly by my tender insides. As I started to rock back and forth on Mr. Barnes’ dildo, I began to wish he had left another one in the shower for me to stuff my throat with. Imagine rocking back and forth and alternating the sensation of both holes being fucked! “If he were to walk in on me right now, I’d demand his cock in my mouth. Mmhhh or better yet, I’d have him starting fucking my ass and move that dildo into my mouth,” I told myself. “What a disgusting whore you are. Doing ass to mouth minutes after losing your virginity. You’re such a sick boy.” I was so lost in my fantasies that I hadn’t even realized how close to climaxing I was. Mid pump of the dildo and I felt myself shooting cum into the drain directly below me. I scooted forward and felt his dildo slip from my asshole. There was no “snap back” to tight. I laid down on my back with my knees bent and feet flat on the shower floor. My hole was wide open—wide open and happy. The warm water falling down onto my body from above was now almost cold. Fun time was over. I looked over past the dildo to the doorway. Nobody there. I wasn’t sure if I was sad or not by that. I made my way to my feet and quickly cleaned everything up; making sure to put everything back exactly where I found it. Although, if I’m being honest, I thought about leaving the dildo attached to the glass for Mr. Barnes to discover later. I thought for a moment that it might be a fun treat for him to know that I used it. Maybe I’d even get invited back to take another shower—possibly with him and the dildo at the same time! In the end though, I did my best to cover my naughty deeds. Stepping out of the shower, my body began to feel heavy and discombobulated. I reached for the sink to steady myself when Mr. Barnes suddenly appeared in the doorway. “Are you okay?” he asked. “I dunno. I feel a little funny.” I went to reach for a towel to dry myself and stumbled a bit before steadying myself with the vanity once again. “Yeah...maybe a little dizzy too.” “Probably the bonk to your noggin,” he said taking a towel and moving behind me. Without me asking he began to dry me off. I stood there looking at us in the large mirror. “Can you put your arms up without falling over?” “I...I think,” I said slowly putting my hands up in the air. “That’s good,” he said taking my hands and placing them behind my head. “Feet a little more apart…for balance.” As I spread my legs apart, he made quick but gentle work of the towel over my entire body. As he moved downwards closer and closer to my cock, I saw it get harder and harder in the mirror. I didn’t know what to say. His towel-covered hand grasped my shaft and made a couple of motions back and forth its length before cupping my balls to dry those as well. Sweet fucking bliss. I had no idea being towel dried could feel so incredibly erotic. “Okay, bend over the sink pretty please.” I bent over placing my hands on either side of the sink. Mr. Barnes started at my ankles and moved quickly up my legs until he was rubbing my cheeks. God it felt so good. I wanted to starting touching myself. “Last little bit. Pull them apart.” Should I have hesitated? I should have, right? Well, I didn’t. I immediately reached back and pulled my plump, little mounds apart exposing my freshly fucked hole. I wondered if he was going to be be able to tell that I used his dildo. I couldn’t really feel my hole gaping anymore. Then again, I couldn’t feel much of anything at the moment. He pressed the towel into my spread open ass and began drying. “Ohhhh fuck,” I accidentally moaned. Oh shit… “What?” he said. “What?” I dumbly said pretending to have said nothing. “I thought you said something.” “I don’t think I did.” Ah hell, I’m busted and look like a total [banned word]. “My mistake. You’re all dried off and squeaky clean. Still dizzy?” I tried to turn around but fell awkwardly forward into him. “I’ll take that as a definitely. Come lay down for a bit. Your clothes are drying and your bike is fixed. You can rest until you feel better and your clothes are ready.” Mr. Barnes walked me into his bedroom, and I essentially collapsed face down half awake and half asleep. His musk mixed with the faint smell of his cigars permeated the sheets and pillowcase my head laid upon. The scents were warm and soothing. I felt like I was floating inside myself on some sort of warm, soft cloud. “Scooch over,” he said softly. Dragging his pillow with me, I moved towards the center of his king-sized mattress. I was aware of the bed jostling as he apparently had climbed up into it. Nearly asleep, his warm, hairy legs bristled against both sides of my thighs. “He’s straddling me,” I thought as my mind drifted towards nothingness. Something warm squirted onto my back, but I knew it was too soon to be his cum. That’s when the scent of menthol wafted into my nose. His large paws pressed against my back as he began to massage the mixture into me. “Ooooohhhh god that feels good,” I moaned out. My filter had long been silenced. “I thought your poor muscles could use a good rub down with this stuff. It works wonders after a long day working construction to soothe my aches and pains. I figured it could probably help you too. Unless you want me to stop?” “Noooo...please more,” I cooed softly into his pillow. I wondered in that moment if my cock wasn’t already leaking into his fitted sheet. Then I wondered if his cock was leaking into his pants and creating a delicious wet spot. That’s when it hit me. I could feel his bare legs against me. He had taken off his pants. Oh my god...was he naked on top of me? Oh god. My mind immediately pictured precum dripping from the tip of his dick onto my bare ass. It was enough to almost make me spontaneously cum. He worked my back making sure to touch every inch of available flesh. As his hands traveled ever further down toward my rump, I could hear and feel my heart beating faster and faster, harder and harder with every inch that he traversed. His powerful fingers dug into my meat and kneading both cheeks simultaneously. I moaned like I was in heat. “That feels good, huh?” I just moaned deeply; hungry for more of his touch. He pulled my left cheek to the side. I could feel my asshole becoming fully revealed right before a giant squirt of the oil landed atop it. “It stings,” I whispered. “Mmmhh hmmm. That’s the menthol and eucalyptus,” he replied. He didn’t ask if I wanted him to stop or if I didn’t like how it felt. Mr. Barnes just held my cheek out and began rubbing the length of my crack with this right hand. Each time his fingers went over my hole, I know I pushed my hips upwards against them. It wasn’t me though. I wasn’t in control anymore, at least not mentally. My body just behaved as it desired without fear or consideration of my brain checking back in and stopping it from behaving badly. “Please…” I whimpered softly as his what felt like a thumb pressed firmly against my asshole. He said nothing. He must not have heard me. As his fingers made another pass over it, I felt his thumb press down even harder than before. He was so close to penetrating me. “Pleeeaase, Sir,” I whimpered louder. The pressure stopped. His fingers had vanished. I silently lamented this disappearance. Perhaps I had crossed some boundary in my foggy state of mind. I started to apologize when I suddenly felt pressure once more against Heaven’s gateway. It didn’t feel quite like his thumb though this time. Mr. Barnes grunted and shifted position atop me. His left hand never stopped forcefully holding my ass apart. Whatever was now poking at my asshole seeming to be teasing it. Moving in circles around it and pressing against it firmly from time to time. Oh my god...it’s his cock! He’s going to fuck me! Please! Please push it inside me! Oh god every fiber of my body wants it to happen. Right here. Right now! When he’d press against my hole, I could hear him moan and grunt as if he was holding himself back from claiming me as his own. The sixth time he pushed against me, I whimpered and pushed my hips up into the air—desperate to feel the tip of his manly cock penetrate my boyish body. Each time I could feel my hole beginning to be forced open he would deny it satisfaction by pulling away. Each time I would whimper audibly into his pillow. To my utter shock he soon changed tactics. He let go of my ass and placed his left hand into the pillow next to my head. His right hand, opened wide, palmed the back, right side of my head and drove the left side of my face deep into his pillow. His knees locked around my body close to my hips. I felt my cheeks wrap around what had to be the shaft of his cock. It felt as thick and hard as the dildo that was inside me fifteen minutes prior. As he began to grunt, his body lurched forward and backwards. His engorged member slid effortlessly back and forth the length of my slippery, oiled crack. He stayed atop me, forcing my face into his musky pillow while he fucked the length of my bubble butt. While I wanted to beg him to bury himself deep in my guts, I felt like I could barely move let alone talk in those moments. Everything felt heavy as if I was stuck in quicksand. I could hear Mr. Barnes breathing heavily now. The bed was rocking wildly. The padded headboard thudded against the wall in a symphony of violent thrusts. I tried to open my mouth to say, “Please,” but trying to spread my lips proved to be as impossible as opening my eyes. Mr. Barnes suddenly moved both of his hands. I felt him grab a hold of each cheek and yank them apart from one another. I could feel the tip of his cock finally pressing against my hole once more as he grunted. The tip methodically pressed ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, into my hungry, little hole. His knees squeezed tightly against me. I could feel his legs trembling as he continued to grunt and groan. I realized he was cumming inside me. He had pressed just enough of the tip of his cock into my ass that he could empty all of his seed into me without technically fucking me. I wanted to thank him, but was too tired to speak. I just laid there picturing him squirting thick ropes of delicious, transcendent cum into me. I would take what I could get in that moment. * * * * * * * * * * * * * My eyelids lazily flickered open. That initial moment of panic of not knowing where I was flooded into me. I rolled over onto my back and stared in distress at the unfamiliar popcorn ceiling above me. My left hand rubbed my face before traveling down my chest and coming to rest on my stomach. I realized I was naked. My hand went lower and felt my limp cock and loose balls laying against my body. Yup, I was totally naked. With more than a little trepidation, I crawled out of the stranger’s bed and caught my reflection in a dresser mirror. Where was I and why was a totally naked? I heard voices faintly echoing down the long hallway connected to the bedroom I was in. I carefully crept inch by inch towards the distorted voices desperate not to make a sound and be discovered. Where the hell are my clothes? Carefully peeking around the corner into the living room, I saw Mr. Barnes sitting in a recliner full clothed watching television and smoking a cigar. “Mr. Barnes?” I sheepishly ask while presenting only my head visibly. “Benjamin! I was wondering when you were going to wake up.” “What am I doing here?” “You don’t remember? Maybe that fall from the bike was more serious than we first thought.” “Ohhh yeah...I kinda recall hitting something and then ending up in the mud. My bike…” “Fixed!” he interrupted. “And your clothes are all clean and dry,” he pointed towards an ottoman in front of his sofa. “I showered here?” “Mhh hmm. Maybe with water a bit too hot. I came in from fixing the bike and saw you face down asleep in my bed. I didn’t want to bother you, and your clothes were still drying anway.” I looked out the sliding glass door onto his deck. It was getting dark. “My parents!” I said stepping fully into the living room forgetting that I was naked for a moment. “No worries,” Mr. Barnes said standing up. “I called them and told a little fib. I said I ran into you coming home and needed help with my computer with David being away at college.” Relief washed over me. “I really owe you for that.” “Well, I’d hate for you to get into trouble over nothing. Maybe you want to get dressed?” I could feel myself blushing and my hands getting clammy. I walked over to the sofa and started getting dressed again. “How’s your headache?” “My headache?” “You said you had a pretty bad one when we got here before you took a shower.” “I did?” For the life of me, I couldn’t remember that. I didn’t really remember much of anything after falling off my bike into the mud. “I guess it’s gone. I feel a little spacey but not too bad. It’s kinda weird to admit but I don’t remember much of today.” “That’s good though! The mind does a good job of blocking out trauma,” he said with a soft smile. “You just need to take it easy the next few days, and start paying attention to what’s in front of you when riding your bike!” he joked while giving me a hearty pat on my back. We loaded my fixed bike back into his truck and he drove me home in relative silence. The entire time I had a nagging feeling that I was forgetting something but couldn’t latch onto anything specific that made me feel that way. I ascribed it to the blow to my head and a possible concussion. All that mattered now was that I was almost home safe and sound with my parents none the wiser for my biking mishap thanks to Mr. Barnes. He really came through for me. “Do you need help getting the bike out?” he said putting the truck into park. “No. I don’t think so. You’ve done so much for me today. You’re my savior. I really can’t thank you enough, Mr. Barnes.” I hopped out and grabbed my bike. As I began walking it towards the garage, Mr. Barnes rolled the passenger window down. “Ben,” he said. I stopped and cocked my head. “Mr. Barnes is my asshole of a father. You can call me sir.” A bizarre jolt of electricity went up my spine. That was...familiar? Somehow? Without another word from either of us, he rolled the window up and disappeared into the encroaching darkness of the moonless night. A handful of days went by with their typical mundane normalcy. Although, I will admit that my nightly fantasies of Mr. Barnes having his way with me had become exponentially more vivid and detailed. Where before the fantasies were amorphous and without clear definition and scope, they began to feel almost real and plausible all of the sudden. It’s as if I could finally include what he physically felt like in my fantasies without merely guessing. All of this led to more intense nightly orgasms and stronger desires to be seduced by him. My mouth would salivate at the thought of being back in his bed only this time with him atop of me while I pushed my bottom upwards into the air as a willing offering to his godly cock. It was a Thursday afternoon. I had just rode home from school. We had twelve days left before all of us seniors were finally done with school. It was odd to see both cars in our driveway. Something felt off. As I walked in the front door, I saw mom and dad sitting at the kitchen table looking through a stack of pictures. I wondered if grandma Beth finally passed. “What’s going on?” I asked obliviously. Their heads turned in unison with daggers shooting from their eyes. “How could you!” my mother yelled. “You have the devil in you. My own son!” “What are you talking about?” I asked walking forward completely baffled. “What you’ve done is unforgivable,” my father chimed in. “To think that you’ve...you’ve been hiding in our midst. That you could even go to church! You’ve despoiled it just by stepping foot in its doors.” This wasn’t a joke. They were in a near rage, and dread filled my body. “What exactly have I done?” My mother took a stack of photos and threw them towards me. “No mother should have to look at such filth! It’s an abomination!” The stack of thirty or so photos hit the carpet in front of my feet and exploded into a collage of images. Most had landed face up, and what I saw was incomprehensible. I stood looking down at pictures of me naked in a shower sucking on a dildo. Another had me pressing it into my ass while still in the shower. Another showed a closeup of a thumb pressing against my asshole. Yet another picture showed the closeup of the head of a cock against my hole with a tiny, creamy white puddle of cum present. I was gobsmacked. It was like a waking nightmare. “I didn’t do those things,” I stammered. “I’d remember if I did something like that!” “The demon in you is making you lie,” mother screamed. But I wasn’t lying. I know that was me in the pictures. I know it, but I had no memory of doing something like that. “You expect us to believe those are somehow fakes, Benjamin?” my father said with disgust. “I-I don’t know what you want to hear from me! I’m not admitting to something I didn’t do!” I protested while staring at the picture of cum leaking into my ass. Did I? Did this stuff happen? Why don’t I remember something so intense happening? “Your mother and I have talked about this. We called pastor Martin to come by the house.” “You fucking what?! Goddammit!” “Benjamin!” my mother yelled while bursting into tears. “Haven’t you done enough to us? You continue to lie about your...your...twisted perversion. Must you also blaspheme! You need saving, Benjamin!” “Saving from this bullshit,” I yelled back. “So fucking what if any of this happened? What does any of that matter? You think it takes a demon in me to do that?” I mimicked garbled speech like I was possessed. “Bullshit!” “Pastor Martin is on his way to collect you and take you to a place where you can be healed. He’s going to fix you with God’s boundless love and grace.” “The hell he is,” I replied. “Fuck both of you and YOUR perversions.” I ran out of the house and peddled away as fast as I could. A couple of hours had passed and dusk was settling into night. I sat secluded in the dense woods all that time—far away from anyone being able to find me. I sat there alternating between tears and rage trying to make sense of everything that happened. The one thing that my mind kept come back to was Mr. Barnes telling me to call him sir while dropping me off at home. There was something about that. Suddenly the dam burst. Everything flooded back into my head starting with the accident. I remembered saying, “Some days I secretly wish I had the ability to run away or even get kidnapped. I figure even that at its worst it is better than living at home.” What was it that he said back? Oh yeah, “You never know what can change your life’s path.” Then I remembered him helping me strip down, walking into his kitchen, and taking that little, pink pill; and then going to his shower. Oh god! Those pictures of me fucking that dildo facing away from the door. I did that! I forced that into my body while imagining swallowing piss from my classmates. That meant...what I thought was just a dirty dream of being massaged and “dry” humped actually happened. That was Mr. Barnes’ dollop of spunk resting on my tight pucker. It all happened and he had managed to record it. That could only mean that he was the one to anonymously mail those pictures to my parents. What had I wished for?! I peddled as quickly as I could—grateful for the light of the nearly full moon. It seemed to take an eternity to get there, but I knew this was my only option. I knocked on the front door anxiously waiting for a response. Maybe it was too late. I knocked again only harder. My whole body began to tremble uncontrollably as footsteps behind the door became audible. I heard the deadbolt and then the creaking of the hinges as the door slowly opened. “Hello, Sir” I said feeling my cock stiffen in my underwear. I stepped inside the dimly lit foyer and into my new life as slave. As soon as the door shut and bolted tight behind me, I began taking my clothes off. “You’re late,” he said. “It took me a while to remember everything and piece it all back together,” I replied with my eyes gazing down. Reaching my arms up, I placed my hands behind my head as I had done just days earlier. “Mmmmh,” the voice said. I felt hands reached around me under my arms. Fingers pinched and twisted my hard nipples as I winced. “It looks like you remembered everything.” He removed his hands from my chest and placed one on the back of my neck. Pressing me forward, he steered me back down that long hallway and back into that bed. I was entranced once again by the smell of his musk and cigar smoke. I crawled into the bed and laid there on my back with my cock stiff and my heart beating out of control. Mr. Barnes crawled onto the bed and lifted my legs above his shoulders. He crawled forward on his knees until I felt his hard cock against my ass. Reaching over me to a bottle of lube, he squirted some into his left hand and slid it down between our enmeshed bodies. I soon felt his slippery fingers against my asshole. “Oohhhh god,” I whimpered out. “I am your god now, boy. Cock is all that you will worship from now on. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir,” I cooed. He reached down and grabbed the shaft of his dick. Pressing it against my asshole he said, “I was happy to discover you finding my dildo in the shower. I’ll admit that it was a complete accident though. David used to love showing daddy how much he could take. I guess I forgot it was even in there, but I’m delighted you were so at home riding it—ever better than he did.” “It was so big for my first time,” I moaned as Mr. Barnes began pressing his thick head into my hole. “Uhhh uhhhh,” I cried out while biting my lower lip in pain. “Mmmhhh such an appetite you had for your first time. I’m impressed, but you’ll find that my cock is even thicker.” “Ooohhhh fuck,” I cried out. My hands flailed forward against his hips as the head of his cock popped fully inside me for the first time. A devilish smile formed on him. He quickly grabbed my hands and placed them over my head and held them down forcefully. “Mmmmhh yes. What was it that you said when the dildo finally slid in your cunt, boy?” “Ohhh fuck, Mr. Barnes! You’re too big for me,” I moaned hungrily. “That’s right. That god me so hard. It was almost impossible to not join you in the shower and feel my cock inside that tiny ass of yours. But, that would have spoiled everything.” Mr. Barnes began thrusting in and nearly out of me with powerful strokes. I could feel my asshole being stretched to its limit. Every time he nearly pulled out of me, it felt like my insides were being pulled out as well. He moved one hand to my face and squeezed my mouth open before spitting into it. I moaned like a whore and swallowed. “Such a pristine little slut you are...pristine and un-corrupted...for the time being least.” He leaned over and kissed me—pressing his meaty tongue into my mouth as he drove his cock balls deep into me. His tongue played with mine as I moaned. Sitting back up, he grabbed my thighs and began fucking me with serious intent. I was putty in his paws. “You feel better than I imagined. I’m happy I was able to resist the urges I had while you were passed out. As fun as siding back and forth between these cheeks was, this is the true prize. Now you get to experience being fucked like a boy should.” “You came inside me,” I moaned dreamily. “While I was passed out. I thought it was all a dream, but in the pictures, that was your cock against my hole.” “Cum should never be wasted,” he grunted while relentless pounding my ass. The squelching of his lubed cock violating me paired beautifully with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh in unfettered passion. “It always belongs in the boy’s hole. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “From now on, you will never refuse any alpha’s load from being deposited in your hole.” “Any?” I moaned realizing I was close to my own orgasm. “More than just yours?” Mr. Barnes smiled. “I have such plans for you, Benjamin.” With that he buried his throbbing member into my boy pussy and unleashed a torrent of seed into me. He kept himself deep inside as he continued to twitch and grunt. “I want it all, Sir.” “That’s a good boy,” he said. After a couple of minutes he pulled out of me and stood next to the bed. He was leaking cum and semi-hard still. I turned in bed and placed my head off the edge of the bed and opened my mouth wide. “That’s a very good boy,” he said pressing his cock into my mouth. Leaning over with one hand wrapped tightly around my throat and the other grabbing my aching cock, he began fucking my mouth until his dick snaked its way into my throat. “Nothing feels quite like a bulging throat,” he grunted. “You’re going to make me drain another load right into your tummy.” I choked, gagged and spit up slime as he began throat fucking me with wanton abandon. It didn’t take long before my own body was twitching from lack of oxygen. This somehow delighted my body and I found myself cumming like a fountain. I felt the ropes of my own seed land against my stomach and chest. “Mmmhhh what prolific cummies,” he said ramming his cock as deep as he could. My arms flailed helplessly off the side of the bed as his furry balls rested against my face. I could feel them spasm against my nose as he came once again deep into my throat. My eyelids flitted open and shut uncontrollably as I was desperate to breathe. As I felt reality about to slip away, Mr. Barnes pulled out of my mouth. I gasped for air after immediately swallowing what he had shot into my throat. His fingers scooped up the trails of my cum. He licked them clean and sighed. “Nothing quite like a good Christian boy’s spunk.” I looked up as he backed away slightly. It was then that I noticed a fading tattoo nestled behind some of his fur. I sat up in bed. “What’s that a tattoo of?” Mr. Barnes smiled. “This scorpion?” “Yeah...I like it. Maybe I can get one so I’m marked as yours, Sir.” “Would you like that?” “I would love to earn it, Sir.” “What was it that you said back on your hands and knees with a dildo stuff in your ass in my shower? Hmmm. Oh yes. ‘Give me your hot piss in my mouth, Danny.’ I may not be Danny, but I can certainly oblige that craving of yours.” Mr. Barnes walked to the threshold of the bathroom snapped his fingers and then he pointed toward the floor in front of his feet. I slid out of his bed onto all fours and crawled to where he pointed. He turned and walked into the bathroom with me following eagerly behind like his obedient bitch. Opening the door to the shower, he snapped his fingers and pointed near the center drain. I crawled into the shower obediently and leaned back onto the heels of my feet. As he took his cock in hand and aimed it towards my face, I silently opened my mouth as wide as I could. “You’re going to make the perfect slave, boy.”

[While this is mostly fiction, a number of the elements are true and from a recent encounter I had at the beginning of December]. My name is Ash. I'm still neg, but thinking about getting pozzed has been the only thing that turns me on for a long time now. I love the idea of giving my body to another man to change and claim, and then turning around and sharing my gift with others and changing them. I haven't been on PrEP for a few months now, and I've been slowly hooking up with more poz guys that I find at sex clubs or online. Usually the in-person signs are subtle --those telltales lines in the face, extra-lean muscles and low body fat -- but once in a while I'll run across some stud unexpectedly sporting a scorpion or biohazard tattoo that gets my dick extra hard. This story is about one of those encounters. I'm in town as a plus-one for the wedding of a friend's friend. It's the night before the ceremony and we've all just finished dinner, and predictably everyone wants to call it a night early. That sounds way too boring to me, so I beg off and make my way out in search of the gay scene. It's a small coastal Southern city, so my hopes aren't high, but there's one club that might be worth checking out. I walk in, make my way over to the bar, and about halfway through my first drink I lock eyes with the most beautiful blonde boy I've seen in a while. 5'8, buzz cutt, blue eyes, thick ass and broad shoulders, and killer smile. He walks over to me and with a deep, sexy drawl, says: "Hi, handsome, I'm Wesley." Fuuuuuck. Now I remember why Southern boys are so fucking hot. I respond back, playing it cool and making some quip about Southern hospitality, and the vibe turns playful and flirty. We end up kissing, and he doesn't object when I take his bottom lips between my teeth and bite. Hm, promising. He pulls away and I wink at him. I get up to make my lap and he goes off to find a friend, and I think that's the last I'll see of Wes. 30 minutes later, I'm hanging over the edge of the balcony overlooking the street, smoking a drink, when I feel someone get up close next to me. "Hey babe, mind if I get a drag?" I look over at Wes, and put the cigarette up to his lips. As he takes a drag, I lean in and start kissing on his neck, which is perfectly exposed in the white tank he's wearing. He starts to grab on to my body, getting needy, and he whispers raggedly in my ear while I chew on his neck: "You wanna get out of here? I know a place we can go." I let him take the lead as he walks us out of the club and down the street. We turn a corner here and go down an alley or two, my hands grabbing at his hips the entire way, until we end up at what looks to be an abandoned junkyard. He leads me in and we quickly find a truck in decent condition with an empty flatbed. He looks up at me and asks: "Is this okay? I think this would be so hot." I let him know my answer by turning him around and pushing him over the flatbed. I kneel and reach up to pull his jeans down, freeing two beautiful, white, deliciously plump ass cheeks from their confines. I spread his cheeks and am greeted by the site of a pink, hairless hole, slightly open with puffy lips. My mouth immediately begins watering as I dive in face first and take a lick of his pussy. The taste is sweaty, musky, yet somehow sweet. I go in for more, using my tongue to pry past his lips and make out with his cunt. He responds by reaching back and spreading his ass more open with his hands, giving me leverage to get in deeper. I lose track of how much time I spend licking, kissing, and tongue fucking that delicious boy pussy, and when I come up for air, all I can hear is his ragged panting. I get to my feet and he turns around, with desperation, lust, and a bit of frustration in his eyes. "Fuck me, please fuck me," he begs. I laugh. "In a second, babe, I'm still having my fun." I kiss him deep once, heft him up onto the flatbed, and start kissing my way down his torso until I get to his 5" cut cock. It's standing tall and hard, crowning a nice hairy sack of plum-sized balls. As I'm kissing around his crotch, I come face to face with a small black scorpion tattoo where his left thigh meets his groin. I think I miss a beat, because he looks down at me and smiles. "I'm a Scorpio," he shrugs. I smile back and lean into sniff the pubes right below it. Fuck, does this mean he's poz? Sexy little fucker is being coy and I don't know him well enough to tell. I swear the thought of this sexy little blonde boy being a poz cumdump makes my dick grow an extra half inch. I turn him around till he's showing off that beautiful ass of his and start rubbing my 7" cut cock between his cheeks, feeling my head get caught on his pussy lips. I start zeroing in on the heat and wetness, stroking deeper and deeper until I feel his plump ass cheeks push up against my crotch and I bottom out in his hole. I reach up around his chest and feel two meaty but firm pecs, and feel my fingers latching on to two puffy, doughy nipples. I squeeze roughly and I hear a guttural moan rip out of his throat and feel his hole clench on my cock. Looks like I found his weak spot. As I begin pumping in and out him, the only sounds in the junkyard being our grunts and the slap of his ass against my crotch, my thoughts can't help but focus on his scorpion tattoo. He has to be poz, right? The placement, the symbol, the fact that he's clearly a cumdump faggot and taking anon stranger cock in an abandoned junkyard -- it's too much of a coincidence. Am I sliding my neg cock deep inside a toxic hole right now? Is there HIV making its way deeper into my cock with every stroke I take into his wet hot hole? His wet ass makes me think of cum -- I bet there's other loads in that hole, some of them even toxic, that I'm dipping my cock into. The smooth silkiness of his hole along with the perverted thoughts playing on repeat in my head bring me to the edge much faster than anticipated. I lean forward, grab his chin, and growl into his ear. "I'm gonna fucking nut soon." "Fuck yeah," he responds. "Nut inside me!" "You want my load, faggot?" "Yes, yes, yes, breed my nasty faggot ass, please!" His hand flies down to his dick and he starts stroking his cock furiously. Now I know I told you I'm not poz, but at that point, I wish for nothing more in the world than to have a toxic load to breed this cumdump with. This is just too fucking hot, so right before I tip over the edge, I decide to take a chance. "Take my fucking poz load, faggot!" "Fuuuuuuuck yessss recharge my poz pussy!" he wails. I feel his hole start to tighten on my cock as his cock unleashes a torrent of cum. My hips are glued to his ass as I shoot what feels like my very essence into his body. Every pulse I shoot into him feels like it's being ripped out of my ballsack and cannonballed directly into his cunt. I count 5 shots before I slowly pull my still-twitching cock out of his ass, shiny with his ass juices and my cum and who knows what else. I see starts as I collapse onto his back, nestling into his neck as we both come down from our orgasmic highs. "That was intense." "That's an understatement," I chuckle. I peel myself off him, and we both roll over until we're lying on our backs. I trace his scorpion tattoo with my finger and look over at him to see him grinning. My dick starts to get hard again. Fuck, I can't wait until the day I can finally rock a poz tattoo with pride.

Breeding Each Other's Boys If you’ve ever read any of my stories on here, you know I really get off on sharing my boy. Sometimes that has gotten us both into some hot risky situations. And we both get off on that. We both mostly remember to take our PrEP, so what’s the harm in the occasional POZ load? Last winter, a fuck buddy told me about this weekly party in midtown, for bears and their admirers. I am into submissive burly hairy dudes, but my boy prefers dominant twinks. Sometimes stretching his limits is fun for us both. We decided to take a long lunch break on a Thursday afternoon and meet up at the midtown address and have some fun. I got there a few minutes before him and was lingering at the clothes check just inside the third-floor walk-up. Two incredibly sexy guys showed up and tore each other’s clothes off and shoved them into a bag, eyeing me up and down as they handed their clothes over and paid the attendant. One guy was squat and muscled, his shoulders covered in a fuzz of blond hair. He had a mop of blond hair held back with a handkerchief headband. His partner, taller and heavier-set was covered in black curly body hair, even his back. As he parted the curtain, he turned to wink at me. I smiled back, nervously, and took note of a massive scorpion tattoo between his shoulder blades. My boy showed up and kissed me as I cleared my throat, feeling my cock stiffen. We stripped down to our jockstraps, checked our clothes, and went into the darkened back area. The walls were painted glossy black and the place was furnished with numerous black leather sofas and ottomans and broken up with black velour curtains here and there. There were even tawdry velvet paintings of busty nude women on the walls. There were bowls of lube and condoms on a folding table in the front area. We each took a few of both and tucked them into our socks. I loved the assortment of men, some hairy as hell and some twinky guys who were into them. It seemed like we were on the early side, and while some guys were getting and giving head, there was no hardcore fucking yet. The blond guy with the headband came up to us and smiled at me. He leaned forward to offer a loud stage whisper, ‘You’re both hot. Wanna play? We only play safe here. You never know what these guys have… Hope that’s not a deal-breaker…’’ My boy and I eagerly nodded and he introduced himself as Jeremy and his scorpion-tattooed boyfriend as Sam. We shook hands and they chuckled, grabbing our strapped crotches and leading us to a back area. The back room was almost wall-to-wall ottomans pushed together. Jeremy threw his arms over my shoulders and kissed me hard. He led my hands down to his ass and I started fingering his hole. ‘Baby,’ he cooed at me, ‘We’ll need to bag up, and make sure to use plenty of lube!’ I agreed and grabbed a lube packet and squirted it onto my fingers, forcing globs into his hole, which instantly felt super wet. I looked over to see Sam’s furry back and shoulders rippling as my boy leaned forward and spread his cheeks wide. Sam ate his ass. Seeing that scorpion tattoo flex made me instantly hard, so I had no trouble getting the rubber onto my dick. I leaned forward and asked Jeremy, ‘Any chance Sam is a Scorpio?’ Jeremy chuckled and said, ‘Oh, yeah. Sure…’ I asked when his birthday was, and he thought for a few seconds too long and said, ‘Ummm… March?’ I knew he was kidding me and slid my rock-hard sheathed cock into his ass in one push. It felt loose and open, and seeing Sam’s massive cock, I knew why. He must have been regularly cunted by that big thick cock. Sam was duly wrapping up his own nine inch thick tool as he prepared to enter my boy. Jeremy’s loose ass made it tough for me to stay hard, and I felt my dick sliding around in the condom. I looked over to see Sam jack-hammering my boy’s ass as he groaned into the leather upholstery. I knew he preferred it bareback, but Sam was hitting all the right spots, so he wasn’t complaining. Then again, he also preferred hairless twinks, but a big cock is a big cock. Hearing my boy moaning got me a little harder and I was able to keep fucking this total stranger. It started to feel better to my dick and I could really pound his stretched-out hole. Jeremy asked me to pull out so he could roll over onto his back. When I did, I was mortified to see that the condom had completely worked itself off of my dick. It was crumpled up with just a bit of latex peeking out of his slack cunt. I pulled it out and held it up to show Jeremy, apologizing profusely. He smiled and said, ‘that’s ok, baby. Just put it back in me. You’ve been fucking me raw for at least a few minutes, what’s a few minutes more?’ I nodded, looking at Sam for his approval to raw-fuck his boyfriend. He grinned and nodded, pulling out of my boy and flipping him over, fiddling with his own rubber before slamming back into my boy. When I slid back into Jeremy’s ass, a puddle of white spooge puddled around my cock. Jeremy shoved a few fingers into his hole alongside my dick and withdrew them to taste. ‘You like that, baby?,’ he asked me. I nodded. ‘Sam bred me just before we got here… He loves warming me up for fresh cock…’ Sam tapped me on the shoulder. ‘Let’s switch,’ he said. I agreed and slid raw into my boy’s newly opened-up hole, slick with Sam’s cum. My boy held his legs back and his ass swallowed my dick. It felt so good sliding into him after being pummeled by that big cock. After a few pumps, I saw that familiar spooge ring around my dick. I pulled out and looked at Sam and Jeremy, kissing hard as they bare-fucked. I tapped Sam’s shoulder and asked, ‘did you breed my boy?’ He grinned again and pulled out of Jeremy. ‘Only once so far, when I saw you fucking mine bare… It’s only fair.’ I guess he had a point. ‘Let’s switch back, buddy,’ Sam said, pulling out of Jeremy’s butt. I agreed and slid my cummy cock back into Jeremy, now even looser than before. It only took a few seconds in his cum-soaked hole to loose my load. I shot my seed deep into Jeremy’s guts, staying rock hard. Sam fucked my boy harder and deeper than he’s been fucked in a while. He threw his head back and came, again, deep in my boy. Even though I’d JUST cum inside Jeremy, knowing my boy was being bred a second time made me fire off again. Covered in sweat and cum, Jeremy and my boy made out while Sam pulled out of my boy with a juicy ‘plop.’ I pulled out of Jeremy and a torrent of cum followed. As we got up from the ottoman, there were guys all around us eager to take out place. One eager bottom put his face right into the cum puddle where my boy had been and lapped it up. He spit into his hand and rubbed it along his ass crack, bending forward for a lucky stranger to fuck him. I realized my lunch break was about over and pointed to the exit. The four of us headed back to clothes check and got dressed to head back to work. We exchanged business cards and promised to stay in touch. I got a text from Sam right as the workday ended saying ‘THANKS FOR SHARING YOUR BOY’S HOLE. SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU BOTH EARLIER THAT I’M POZ. I SHOULDN’T HAVE STEALTHED YOUR BOY. THAT OK?’ I texted back saying ‘YOUR TATTOO TOLD ME AS MUCH… YEAH. IT’S COOL.’ A few minutes later I hadn’t heard back from him, so I wrote another text: WHEN ARE WE BREEDING EACH OTHER’S BOYS AGAIN? This time the answer was swift. He sent me a photo. Apparently, he’d followed my boy to his office and had just finished depositing more fresh POZ cum…

Where's the best place for a biohazard/scorpion/toxic tattoo? From this bottom's perspective, I'd say about 3 inches above a guy's cock & a little off to one side is even better than if centered! That way, my guy's artwork is right at my eye level while I'm sucking his cock! Yum!

I tied him face-down to the bed, his wrists to the headboard and his feet to the posts at the end of the bed. I waited until he awoke around 4:00 A.M. I was coked-out of my head at this point. I snickered as he, not knowing his fate was soon to be sealed, struggled against his bonds. "Raise up your chest" I commanded. "Don't try to speak. That's a ball gag in your mouth, asshole." He continued to writhe on the bed, trying get loose. "My problem is I put people up on pedestals. I shouldn't. People always let me down. Like you Dan. You totally let me down." I had caught Dan fucking Professor Rob Case. Rob is a professor who tormented me for the past two years of college. For Dan to sleep with Rob was the ultimate betrayal. "Dan, before I leave you forever, do you want me to fuck you one last time? This is your last chance. You won't see me again. Nod if you want my cock." Dan nodded, blinking tears from his eyes. He presumably loved me, notwithstanding his betrayal. Dan and I met at a Gay Straight Alliance meeting at the University. We went on a few dates. Dan pushed me for sex whereas I kept pushing him away. I'm poz and I thought he would dump me if he knew my status. One day after a tense make out session, he told me he knew I was poz. He had found my profile on BBRT. He told me that he was falling for me. He wanted me inside him even if it meant using a condom. And so we began dating. Things were good up until yesterday when I found him with Rob's cock buried in his ass. See, Dan wanted bare cock. He just didn't want my poisoned bare cock. "Raise your body up Dan." With some effort Dan raises up to a semi-doggie position. I cut his underwear off and roughly tore his shirt from his body. Under his chest I place an empty matchbox. Using gloved hands I place a Death Stalker scorpion in the box. I had purchased it from a lab student who had kept it as a pet. "Dan, you're going to be poisoned one way or the other. I am gonna fuck you hard. Fuck you painfully." Then I took a toothbrush and scraped it in-and-out of his hole. Dan screamed in pain. The scorpion rustled in the box. As Dan screamed, I slapped his ass and forced him to inhale poppers. "I'm gonna fuck you bare, Dan. I'm gonna cum in your bleeding hole. I'm gonna soak your asshole with my poison seed. If you don't want my poisoned seed, all you have to do is lay down on the bed and taken the sting of that scorpion. If you elect the scorpion, I'll stop, and walk out that door forever. You can get sick and possibly die from the sting of the scorpion or you can take my gift and die years from now. Your choice." At this point I prod his hole with my thick 8 inches. I spit on the tip of my dick and in his bleeding ass. This is all the mercy I afforded him. I pushed my cock to his ass crack. He backed slighlty onto my dick til the head popped-in. I could feel him wince. Then I pulled out. I then smashed my cock's full length up Dan's asshole, causing him to scream into the ball gag. I fucked him brutally for an hour. I fucked him while he wept. I fucked him while I thought of the future we could have had. I fucked him and thought of the future that awaited him. I fucked him hard, and I feel my balls contract as I spewed my toxic load deep inside him. I put all of my weight on him, easing-up just as his stomach comes close to the scorpion box and he screams through the ball gag. I churned the toxins in his ass, and I twisted his tits. I could feel him spasm as he violently came on the bed and possibly into the matchbox, presumably angering its occupant. I fingered his torn asshole, showing him the mixture of cum and blood on my finger. I slipped off the ball gag out of his mouth, and cleaned my finger off in his mouth. I then replaced the gag and before he gagged. "Good boy - just to let you know, I haven't been taking my meds. You have a very toxic load in your hole, baby." I took the gag out of his mouth once more, kissing him fully on the lips. The kiss was reciprocated. "I thought for sure you would choose to get stung, baby. Even if just from the brutal fuck. You are stronger than I thought." "Untie me you son of a bitch. I would have let you fuck me bareback before. It was your choice not mine." "I love you. Don't you see? Don't be angry, baby. You're the one who fucked around on me." "Please take that thing out from under me, please!" "I wish I could baby. I wish." I placed the ball gag back into his mouth, and kissed him on his eye lids. Then I dressed and walked-out the door - forever. As I closed the door I wondered how long he would last in that position and almost expected to hear his muffled scream as I hit the cool morning air.