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Working in a huge supermarket as a manager has some advantages. Every time I’m bad tempered or feel some kind of pressure, I turn to one of my employees and take my bad mood out on that poor guy. Building up the pressure by telling him to complete a job in a minimum amount of time; giving him work, which no one else wants to do; letting him do the late shifts all the time; fuck off his private life, by turning his down his wishes to get certain days off. I always chose a guy, who is in dire need of the money and can’t afford to lose the job. They are taking this shit much longer, than an ordinary human being – they are simply the perfect victims. The other guys at work don’t dare to interfere. They are so scared I could turn to them. Even if they think I am out of the line already, they turn their heads the other way and let that special co-worker suffer.
I was in need of a new prey, since the last one got – well let’s put it this way: worn-out. So I had Betty put up the sign ‘Help Wanted’ at our entrance and we had quite a few applications. For example the 79 year old granny who told me, she would give her very best to make our store a success. Her very best? Are you fucking kidding me? She can be happy, if she wears her underwear correctly. Or the mom with 6 kids. Yeah right – can only work from 9 am to 1 pm; no check-out, because she is not good at math; no things pushing around, because of her sore back. Excuse me? Can I get you a cup of coffee and a piece of cake, while I pay your lazy ass for NOTHING? The highlight was when she asked if the job would include health insurance for her and her kids immediately. NEXT!
Betty brought in another applicant. Now this was someone I would totally prefer. He was a slender guy. Maybe 18 or 19 at the most. He had dirty blonde hair, like those damn street dogs and looked at me with frightened blue eyes. “Thanks Betty….” I said while she left my office and closed the door.
I let the guy stand in front of my desk for several minutes and didn’t even offer him a seat. First I finished my papers while he was standing there, feeling obviously insecure about this situation. His smile froze into place while I was signing a few other documents. Without looking at him I asked about his name.
“Shane Myers” he answered with a croaking voice.
I regarded him with a piercing look and the rest of his confidence shattered. “Shane Myers… do you have another pair of Jeans? Or do you always apply for a new job, in such dirty and torn up jeans?” I asked him, noticing a tear in his pants.
He looked down at his right knee and tried to apologize. “My mom wasn’t able to sew it yet” he answered.
“That doesn’t answer my question: Don’t you have another pair of jeans? I mean… come on… if you apply for a job, you want to make the best impression and I got to tell you: this is not a good impression to me” I said nodding at his torn pants.
“I am sorry…. my other pair of jeans looked even worse” Shane replied meekly.
Poor Shane, you could see he was humiliated by my words and his confession, to own just two pair of jeans.
“Tell me about you. How old are you? What do you do? Are you still in school? Come on… time is money” I said harshly.
“Well… my name is Shane Myers. I am 18 years old… what was the other question again?” he asked.
I looked at him sternly.
“Oh… yes. I am not in school anymore. I had to quit school, to help my mom paying the bills. She said I need to contribute, since times are bad and we struggle a bit.
He was perfect! I wanted to squeeze him like a lemon.
“We look for a full time employee. 40 hours the week. You need to be flexible. If I call you to come to work because someone called in sick, you jump into your torn up jeans and rush to my store.” I told him, adding “If you don’t finish a job in time, you do the overtime on your own free time. Got that?” Continuing I told him “There are no bad jobs, just bad workers. Listen, I will give you the chance, but don’t disappoint me. I am a hard guy, but I am fair”
Shane nodded at me. He smiles but I wasn’t a convincing smile.
“You get paid by every two weeks and you get minimum wage. After a while, when you proved yourself, I might give you a bit more, but first I need to see, that you really want this job. I mean really… really want to be part of our family.” and for the first time I smiled at him.
“It would be great to work for you. I promise you won’t be disappointed. I learn fast and even without education I will give my very best not to fail. No matter what you need, I am your man!” he exclaimed.
“That’s good to hear Shane. Now are you willing and read to start today?” I asked.
“Today, like now?” he asked?
“Is there a problem?”
“No… not a problem at all. I just need to call my girlfriend and tell her that we can’t date later on, but I know she will understand.” he said.
Girlfriend… Nice! It would be so much fun to break this boy and turn him into a cock slurping, ass fucking faggot. After he made his call I got up and my semi hard dick made a nice bulge in my slacks. As any other dude Shane noticed my prominent bulge but didn’t stare or say something about it. I went to a cupboard and opened it.
“Here is your uniform. The pants might be too small, but we don’t have your size in stock right now.” that was a lie of course, but I wanted him to wear tight pants. I wanted look at his fuckable butt. “Usually the male staff wears shirts, but since we only got over size shirts left at the moment, I would suggest you wear the stuff our female workers have to wear – which is a blouse” I fished out one in his size, with a nice collar and some ruffles on it. He would look ridiculous. I could see his shocked face and calmed him down saying “We will order the right things for you. Don’t worry. But we need to get you going for starters.” I said nicely.
“So… what are you waiting for? Undress and get into your working clothes.”
“Here?” he asked oblivious.
“Yeah – I want you ready for the action. Don’t be shy.” I snickered.
First Shane got rid of his shirt. His torso was simply beautiful, almost completely hairless. His wide chest with his little nipples invited me almost to torture him immediately. I really had to control myself, not to jump up and twist his nipples forcefully. Then he pulled down his jeans. He wore boxer shorts underneath. I told him with his tight uniform pants, he wouldn’t be able to wear those boxers. He sighed that I was probably right.
He made the conclusion and pulled his shorts down also, but before that he turned around, so I could admire those solid ass cheeks. I didn’t care about the fags clit anyway. I was longing for his ass. I had to fuck him hard and brutal. Not only to put him into his place, but also to seed him with my venom. Without turning to me he pulled up his working pants. That was a sight. He really had to fight to get into these tight pants. Several times he had to bend his knees to get the pants up higher. Every time he did that, he gave me a promise of his sweet ass.
He cursed under his breath because he had so many difficulties to button up, but finally he managed to get into it.
He turned around and tried to make a happy face.
“Are you able to breathe?” I asked seriously.
“Yes… but I don’t know if I can do a good job in those pants” he complained.
In my mind I screamed: ‘YES, YES – you are doing a great job already.’
“Well, let’s check it” I said and walked towards him.
“Turn your back at me. Now bend your knees… Shut up… I need to hear if the stitches are ripping up”
“Go deeper into your knees… okay…. now crouch before me and be quiet… I can’t hear anything ripping” I grinned.
“Now get do some squats.”
Since Shane was with his back to me I couldn’t help but to stroke my cock through my slacks.
I had to push it further. I wanted to know how far I could go and so I ordered the twink to bend a bit and with my right thumb I followed the stitches down his ass crack. I laid my left hand occasionally on his left ass cheek and run my thumb again and again up and down between his ass cheeks.
Shane yelped and tried to shy away.
“Don’t worry – I just want to make sure this is really safe. Imagine you work outside and then all of a sudden your pants rip and you don’t even wear underwear. We can’t risk that!” I explained to him as I continued asking in a professional tone “How does that feel?"
“Good…?” Shane wasn’t sure what to answer.
“It seems like your working pants are able to survive a nuclear war – now try the blouse.”
What I didn’t tell him, of course we had shirts in his size. Hell - we even had blouses in his size, but I chose one that was also a bit smaller. He had the chance to turn down the job, if he had some dignity he would.
Instead of that he grabbed the blouse and tried to wear it, and on the first try commented with a desperate if polite edge “I think it is a bit too small also."
I couldn’t help but to agree.
“This is only a compromise… don’t worry, we will change that in a couple of days” I assured him.
Imagine – his top didn’t even match to reach his pants. If he would stack goods into an upper shelf you would see his bellybutton.
Poor Shane hat a pants, that would reveal part of his ass cheeks while bending down. In the front some of his pubic hair could be seen.
His blouse looked more like a belly top.
“Can I be honest to you? I am a bit embarrassed.” Shane subdued.
“Nah… you know, in these times you can’t ever wear something and be embarrassed. Today everything is possible” he calmed him down.
I went to my desk and got a name tag out of my drawer. Of course it had not Shane’s name on it, but the word ‘Trainee’
“This way, the customers will know that you are new to this” I smiled.
“So? Are you ready for some action?
“Yes Sir!” he tried to smile and thanked me again, for giving him this chance.
When we made it to one of the department managers he looked a bit irritated to Shane, but tried to act professional. I introduced Shane as the new trainee and co-worker and asked Mr. Brown to give him some work to do. After he explained to Shane what he wanted, the boy started to arrange some stuff. Mr. Brown walked a few feet with me and after he made sure that Shane couldn’t overhear our conversation he asked why the boy would be dressed like that. It was a bit revealing he remarked, adding
“He looks like a faggot!”
“You know – when I showed him our uniform he asked me, if he could have pants a bit tighter, because he thought he has a nice ass. After I handed him the shirt he mentioned the things our female workers wear would be so much nicer and so he got that one too. Maybe your suspicion is true – but who am I to judge” I lied.
“You know how it is – only happy associates are productive associates” I added, giving Mr. Brown a wink.
“Ooooh… I see. Well, since we are living in a gay friendly neighborhood, I guess this could actually help us attracting more customers.”
“Exactly” I said.
Once I would be finished with him, he would know every dick by name….
Moderator's note: I encountered this story on another site, and from all appearances it was written by Jerry Prince, AKA RawTopDad, who has contributed a number of excellent stories. As far as I can determine it does not appear elsewhere in Breeding.zone, and given the superb writing, I decided to post it here. If Jerry Prince AKA RawTopDad objects to the story being posted here I will certainly delete it.
I love my partner, but there comes a time when you need something different, so when that time arrives, I go to the baths and see what I can find. We’ve all done it, so you know the routine. After I paid and got my room and stripped to the towel, I started cruising. Every time I would see a guy I thought was hot and I’d chat him up, another guy would come up and join us and end up taking the prize away from me.
There was another Daddy there, not as old as me, about 45, hairy, fairly well built, at least a lot better than me, and we ended up complaining to each other about the lack of boys for us to nail. We introduced ourselves after we’d talked for a while. Hank was doing the same thing I was, looking for something fresh, different, exciting. We asked status and we both were Poz, undetectable. We were comparing our exploits, who had fucked more men, who fucked more often, when he asked me how big my dick was. I just pulled the towel away and showed him, and he did the same. We were very similarly endowed. I’m sure each of us would have said mine was just a little bit bigger, as we all do.
Hank suggested we go to my room and have a taste of each other’s meat and see if one got a lot bigger than the other that way. I never turn down an offer of sex, even if it’s just to get my dick sucked, so I said sure and led the way to my little room. As soon as we got there the towels were on the floor and were exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and tongues. Hank was really good at it, probably better than me.
I always aim for the boy’s ass, so I want him to suck my dick while I finger his ass and then rim him to get him ready. Hank wasn’t doing that at all; he was really just making out with me and enjoying my body. So I decided to return the favor and did my best to enjoy his body. He had the better body, so that was easy.
Somehow Hank got me on the bed with him on top of me, and he gradually worked his way to my nips and then my dick, which was stiff with anticipation from all the making out. He was like my partner; he didn’t suck dick, he worshipped it. He wasn’t trying to suck me off, he was enjoying every inch. Then he moved down to my balls and I was really enjoying how he licked and sucked on them.
Then he moved to my ass with his tongue, just moving naturally on down, and he raised one leg to get a better taste, so I raised the other leg, and soon I looked just like the boys in the porn videos, holding my legs up and making my ass wide open for him.
I’ll give it to him, Hank was much better at rimming than I am. He was making love to my hole. I lick and suck the hole and spit it full so I can slide home, and then finger it in, getting the boy ready for my dick. Hank was just enjoying himself, and so was I. He chewed and sucked and kissed my hole, and then began playing with my hole, sticking in a finger and then rimming, then two fingers and then rimming. It was wonderful! I just closed my eyes and laid there and enjoyed what he was doing.
Then I got the feeling that there was something more than fingers in my hole, and I opened my eyes to see Hank standing there over me smiling, and I realized it was his stiff cock in my hole. I had been seduced, and now I was fucked. He leaned over me and kissed me, and in doing that he drove his cock deep in the hole he had just lubed up with his spit. While we were kissing he began to hump my ass. I couldn’t cry out because we were kissing, or I sure would have. It had been ages since I had meat in my hole.
Then as we were kissing he got his arms up under my shoulders and pulled me into him hard. I was now fully impaled, so there was no question that I was gonna get fucked good. By this time I had realized it and taken the advice they give to rape victims: If you see you’re gonna get fucked, relax and enjoy it. Hank has a great dick, and he’d shown me how good he was at making out and getting me ready for his prick, so more power to you man, you got where you wanted, now you damn sure better show me a good time!
Lust began to take over, and he began to hump ass. When you see sweat drip off a man’s nose while he fucks your ass, you know he’s working for it. nd as much as I hated to admit it, Hank was a damn fine fucker. He was using all the techniques I use to make it good for both men. He would pull all most all the way out, give some short strokes and then pound it in deep when the hole was not expecting it. Sometimes he would pull all the way out and then slam it in.
But soon he got into the big deep strokes, which when I’m fucking mean I want to get my rocks off and have to pound ass. I wrapped my legs around his hips and stayed with him. “You sure are a dirty fucker!” I told him. He just smiled and picked up speed. “You gonna breed my ass, fucker?” I asked.
“Damn right. I’ve been saving my cum for about a week. You’re gonna know it when I blow my wad in your ass!”
“Then come on, fucker, show me what you got for me! Plow ass, man, breed that hole, gimme your load. FUCK!”
I thought he was gonna split my ass in two then. I also wished the door had been open so we could have had a crowd see this, but I know they heard the WOP-WOP fucking sound of two sweating bodies slapping together. His dick seemed to grow inside me and I felt it get red hot and suddenly he stood still, put his head back and just bellowed. And as he did that I felt his cock let loose in my ass. It was like a fire hose spurting his seed deep in my guts. Then he began to pound it in deep with the final spurts.
When his dick was done and began to go soft he lay down on top of me and began to kiss me. He is just an incredible fucker and lover. As much as I disliked his taking advantage of me, I had to admire his technique. He began to profusely thank me for some of the greatest sex he had enjoyed in some time, and I had to say about the same. I can’t remember the last time I got fucked and enjoyed it this much.
After that we went to the showers to rinse off the cum and then out for a smoke. That was when he revealed his philosophy to me. “I always look for a Poz top when I come to the baths. If he’s Poz, he took it up the ass to get knocked up. And if he’s a top, he usually doesn’t bottom, so he will have the tightest and thus best ass in the place.”
I had to tell him I had never thought of it that way. When I go to the baths I’m looking for a bottom to take my dick and hopefully my load(s). I had never thought of another top as being the best fuck in the room. I was both embarrassed and proud.
“Now you’ve got my load in your ass, Jerry,” Hank said, “so I wanna to see you plant your load in my boy while you have my load in your hole.” I got stiff just thinking of that, a daddy giving me his boy to breed because he’s already bred me. “Tommy’s had the run of the place while we were fucking, so he’s probably already got a load or two in his ass by this time. Hope you don’t mind,” Hank said.
“Hell no, I love to fuck in cum,” I replied adding "You two sound like me and my partner. We each enjoy watching the other have sex with other men. It's a turn-on and gives us ideas for our next fuck.”
Hank led the way to his room where we found Tommy saying thanks to the stud that had just given him a load. Tommy had been very well trained by Hank. As soon as Hank told Tommy that he had just given me a load and now it was his duty to take my load Tommy dropped to his knees and sucked me until I was hard, and then lay back on the bed, lifting his legs for my convenience.
Tommy was the perfect boy for Hank, smooth like a surfer and just beginning to work out, sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, and the sweetest smile when he has cock in his hole. Hank told me that boy lives for dick; loves to suck it but mainly wants to ride it. All I knew was that it was a beautiful looking and feeling hole, and so well-buttered for me with the load that was already in place. There is no better lube than another man’s cum! Plus there’s no doubt that the boy takes loads, so you’re free to breed. I tried to do as good a rim job on his beautiful ass as Hank had done on mine, but I was so turned on by this hot boy and the fact that his Daddy wanted me to breed him, that I had to get my cock in that sweet hole.
A boy like this is my ideal fuck, and having his Daddy’s cum burning a hole in my ass had me stiff as a poker. Add to that fucking in another man’s cum, and it was pure porn sex. I wanted to slow down and make it last but it was too hot. And Hank had Tommy trained to urge his top on. He was saying all the right things: “Come on Daddy, breed your boy, gimme that load of Daddy cum, make me your boy!” He lit the fire in my balls and I sure did my best to imitate Hank, pausing to let him feel my cock spasm in his ass before I pounded it in hard and worked it in deep. Now it was me with sweat dripping off my nose, but man, it sure did feel good to feel my cock spurt in that hot boy with his Dad’s load in my ass. It was like his Dad’s cum in my ass dripped into my balls and shot into his boy’s ass.
After that it was back to the showers again, and then out for another smoke. I was between them and they were both appreciative. I was in that ‘after-fuck’ glow, so happy and satisfied, but they were not, so soon they were off searching for more men. I had enjoyed enough; I got fucked when I was expecting to fuck, and then I got to fuck one of the best asses I’ve had in a long time, so that was enough for me. I went home happy and slept well.
so it might have happened...I did my oraquick test yesterday and it read positive! It was a shock to see two lines (positive) instead of just one(negative). I was wondering if anyone has ever experienced a “false positive” result on oraquick before? According to oraquick’s own website the odds are very slim but it does state:
A false positive is when an HIV test shows that a person has HIV when they don't actually have it.
Conditions that can lead to a false positive HIV test are:
* Lyme disease,
* syphilis (SIF-uh-lus),
* lupus, and
* other conditions.
A couple of months ago I did test positive for syphilis and was treated for it but, oraquick’s own website says it could trigger a HIV false positive on their own test. Anyone have any thoughts on this? Heard of anything on false positives?
A delicate flower. Exquisite. Innocent. Ripe. He is looking at me, a gentle boy, soft as goose down, naïve. He shivers a little, eyes wide, deep, dark. I brush his black unkempt hair from his forehead.
“Monsieur,” he whispers, a voice like honey.
“Yes, boy,” I reply. He doesn’t understand my English. I touch my finger to his lips. He kisses it. Little playful kisses, a game. He grins, a beautiful smile, joyful. He giggles.
“Monsieur,” he repeats, and I melt.
I kiss his hair. A hint of grease, a tinge of shampoo. Flowers, soap, exotic fruit. He is a smoker, I can tell from his scent.
“You’ve never kissed a man, have you?” I tease. He doesn’t understand. I laugh. He laughs too. I lean forward, hold his chin and kiss him. A soft kiss. Mint, beer. His mouth is eager. He groans. Shivers. I hug him, his denim jacket damp. He feels warm, and I kiss his head again.
Outside, on the motorway that leads to Paris, the traffic rumbles. Cars and trucks crossing the country, transit, movement. In the restroom it is cold, water drips, scents of piss and disinfectant.
My hands are on his back. They travel down. I squeeze his ass. “Oh, goodness,” I mutter. He whimpers. I cup his crotch. He’s big, I can tell. And rock hard.
“Show me,” I whisper. “Show me your cock. Take it out and show me.” My tone is flat, firm. He shakes his head, confused. There is Gypsy in him, a darkness.
I unzip his fly. He is nervous now. He glances at the door. His anxiety excites me. I am a hunter, and he is my prey. He stands still. Obedient. Frozen.
I inch my finger into his fly. It is warm, a little damp. He hisses. I pull on the elastic. His pubic hair is thick and wiry, warm to touch.
“Show me,” I repeat. I nod reassuringly. He squirms, a grimace of a nervous smile. His eyes plead, burning with lust, tormented with shame. He squints, then with a final groan he pulls out his cock. I grin. I am lucky.
His cock is beautiful. Hard, too hard. So hard it is purple and vascular, uncut, dripping pearls of precum. His cock scents the air, making my mouth water.
“Good boy,” I say softly.
He came with me. Followed me like a lost puppy. We are in my room now, in my room by the side of the motorway, a bland room. It is private, the door locked, no-one can see, no-one can hear. This is the room where his life will change, the room where our destinies will merge.
He trusts me, adores me. I am older than him, a father figure. I want him, and I want to own him, to make him mine.
He is undressed now, down to his underpants. Vulnerable and shaking, his skin white, his body a little soft, like a cherub. He hugs himself nervously, his large teen cock tenting in his red briefs. He tries to hide it with both hands.
“It’s OK,” I murmur.
He shakes his head, and suddenly hugs me. Now it is my turn to gasp and tremble. I almost feel bad, I almost relent. I almost want to extinguish my anger. I toy with making him leave now, leave before I change his life.
“It’s ok,” I repeat.
I take off my shirt. I am muscular and strong, an older man who works out. He looks at me, he is hungry. I can see it in his eyes.
“Tattoo,” he says. I guess the word is the same in French. He runs his fingers over my chest. “Scorpion,” he grins. I laugh.
“Yes, a scorpion,” I say nodding. He makes a grimace of approval.
“Good,” he says in thickly accented English.
“Yes, good,” I say. “Maybe. But they bite.”
He shakes his head, confused.
My Cock, Harbinger
“Look,” I tell him. I drop my trousers, I unhook my massive cock from my briefs. I am conscious I haven’t showered. Yet the thought of the boy’s virgin lips on my ripe cock head excites me. It will be part of his defilement, part of the fall.
His eyes widen. My cock is so hard. I flex it, I want to impress him.
“Your first taste of cock,” I say, more to myself.
He is looking at me like a kitten. I press down on his shoulders, and he collapses to his knees, my cock pressed to his sweet nose. He breathes in, intoxicated, drunk on my scent.
I motion for him to stick out his tongue. He shakes his head, his mouth slack. I rub my uncut cock head on his lips. He makes a low growl. A little trail of precum glistens like lip balm.
I cry out in sweet joy as his mouth opens and he takes most of my cock. He splutters and gurgles. My toxic seed awakens in my balls. Soon, my beauties. Soon.
He is lying face down on the hotel bed, an offering, a sacrificial lamb. My French, Gypsy boy. His ass is soft, plump, hairless, white. I caress it, it’s beautiful, warm. I encourage him to hold open his cheeks, exposing the prettiest hole, forcing him to co-operate in his own degradation. He is exposed, his most private place on view, his balls hanging. I lower myself to lick him, man tongue on teen-hole, a heavenly tang, a taste of heaven. He is groaning, arching, a young virgin bitch in heat. He gasps into the pillow. I dare to introduce my finger, marvelling at the warm, tight sensation. I need to be inside him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur, my cockhead pressed to his pink hole. Purple flesh on white skin. He is squirming, trying to reach behind him. I take his hand in mine. “Relax,” I hiss. I hold a bottle of poppers to his nose. “Breathe.”
He cries out, but my cock slides inside without mercy, gripped by velvet. I cannot hide my cruelty, my mask falls. I laugh, mockery in my tone. He cannot tell, he is in a trance, the trance of an 18-year-old with a big cock up his ass for the first time. I force more poppers into his sweet nose. He is open now, loose and damp.
I am close, my cock raw, swollen and dangerous. I fuck so hard that the bed is creaking. He sweats and writhes, his boy’s face screwed up, contorted in sweet agony. He laughs and groans.
“It’s time,” I hiss, I feel my cum swirling, an ache that delights. I cannot hold it. “Fuck!!!” I scream, my seed shooting out of me, deep inside him. Potent seed. Bad seed.
He turns round to kiss me, the face of an angel, eyes sparkling with life and bliss.
It is done. I pull out, and my seed drips out, milky and alive. I lean forward and lick the foam. It is done.
Hey guys I've been away from the forum but come back every once in a while to lurk. It's been a fantasy to be fucked by someone off of this forum, someone who's into the same shit as me or someone who read my blog and liked what goes on.
Does anyone else have this fantasy?
The last guy I hoped up with dug his fingers into my asshole after he bred me and rubs the cum into my insides. I found it so hot. Other than that no great sex news. Just keeping in touch 😁