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The guys and I all went down to the hotel restaurant to force some food into ourselves. Of course we left the boys in the room.


Brent was left in a straight jacket. Hooded and gagged, he was left on his stomach with his legs pulled up painfully behind him and a large vibrating plug in his ass. He also had earbuds in that again just played static.


Eric was on the bed. He had several leather straps the went around his ankles, just below his knees, his thighs, his waist, where his wrists were secured, and his upper arms, across his chest. Furthermore, he was strapped to the mattress itself with more tie downs, so he couldn't possibly roll off the bed. He had clamps on his nipples and the metal plug and cock cage on again, hooked up to the box that went through a random cycle which included some very serious jolts. (But the penis gag he wore should stifle any screams!) And to top it off, his head was propped up on pillows so he could view the TV. We had it hooked up to one of those hypno videos you find on pornhub, the really nasty ones for sub training. And even if he closed his eyes to the imagery, he would still be subjected to the audio through the headphones he wore. Oh, and both boys had been given a hit of X and a viagra. That should keep them both occupied in their own way for the next couple of hours, that is, if they were lucky.


While we were eating, Steve and I occupied ourselves by editing the videos we had taken of Eric. To use against him, of course. The poor kid had no idea he would never be returning to his former life. We planned to take him back home with us, after we destroyed his relationship with his family, his job, and his roommates. And after we explained how he was going to convert to poz, and he had nowhere else to go, we would convince him coming home with us was the only option. We would take care of him, getting the meds he would need, for a price of course, his complete servitude. We would convince him that was all he was good for now, like Brent. I wanted to keep Eric around for a good long time. At least until I grew tired of him and dumped him off at some truck stop in the middle of nowhere.


Alex, meanwhile, had been busying himself texting with the guys who had hosted the sex party the night before, offering the use of Eric. He had sent them pics of our pretty whore prince, telling them that up until last night, he had been a virgin mormon boy, and even though he had already been well used, he was still somewhat fresh, and needed more dirty seed in him. As much as possible. Of course the hosts, Jim and Tom, jumped at the chance to assist in Eric's destruction. They knew plenty of guys that would be willing to stop by and drop a load. They even gave me permission to advertise Eric on a few websites to REALLY fill up his pussy. We planned the festivities to start at 9, and to go on however long it lasted. They could both call into work the next day. I couldn't wait.


It actually took us three hours to get back to the room. We had to run a couple of errands. I wanted to find a slutty Prince Eric outfit, and I succeeded.  I found some blue running shorts that I bought in a large children's size, to ensure they look extra slutty on him. I also bought some red jockstraps, so when I pulled up the waist, they would show above his too small shorts and look like his sash. His shirt was easy, a white wife beater. I planned to make it into a crop top. Of course I bought several of each of these things for various, "looks". I even bought him a pair of black leather boots that laced half way up his calf. He was a size 10, like Steve.


When we opened the door, Eric was bathed in sweat. His eyes pleaded at us for mercy. Just then, one of the big jolts went through him. Five full seconds of high intensity on his cock and ass. Eric's body went ridged and shook as his eyes clenched in pain.


"Does my prince want the nasty machine turned off?" I asked in a mocking tone. Eric shook his head yes violently just as another strong jolt rocked his body. "If I turn the machine off, will my prince be a good boy and do as he's told?" Eric shook his head yes again. I took the machine, and gave him one more jolt for good measure. I wanted to ensure Eric was a very grateful boy to have his torment end, and to realize that I had the power to inflict more if I so choosed. I removed the headphones and the gag.


"Thank you Sir! A very humble boy said. I smiled knowing just how fucked up this kids head was right now, and how agreeable he would be to anything I demanded.


"You stink kid!" I told him as I was undoing his restraints. "First thing is a shower!" I helped him into the bathroom and into the tub. I turned on the shower, cold of course. Eric yelped.


"Can I have some warm water please Sir?" Eric begged.


"No!" I reprimanded him. "Slaves don't get warm water. Now hurry up and clean yourself!" Eric quickly washed his body and was soon smelling fresh again. I took him into the bedroom and handed him a red jockstrap.  He put it on without question. Then I handed him the blue shorts. They were perfect. They were skin tight and showed off his caged cock very nicely. They were also very short and the bottom of his ass cheeks hung out. I rolled the waist of the shorts down so you could actually see a little bit of skin between the top of the shorts and the bottom of the jockstraps waistband. HOT! I took a knife and cut the bottom of the tank top off so it hit him mid chest, exposing his flat, defined stomach. I gave him his boots and he had the quickly laced up, and in no time flat, there was my picture perfect, slutty, whorey Prince Eric. 


"Ok baby," I said, "get on the bed and pose for me." Eric did this without a second thought. Already such a good boy. "But just one more thing." I grabbed the knife and cut a long slit down the crack of the shorts so Eric's gorgeous ass could be seen. I had him do many different slutty poses, all of them making him look like the whore I had turned him into. And he didn't question me once. By the time I had finished my little photoshoot,  Steve had finished his little project which was to write up our advertisement of Eric. It read,


"Have you ever wanted to fuck a Disney prince?"


"Here's your chance! This genuine Disney prince actor is offering up his hole for anyone who has ever wished upon a star. This 18 year old beauty is offering up his beasty hole for any cock who wishes to breed and seed him. Zip-a-Dee-do-dah, no cock will be refused entrence into his magic kingdom. There is only one rule, NO CONDOMS......PERIOD! All sperm deposits must be made into his butt-pirate cove. So don't be late for this tea party and slide on down into cum-splash mountain. This charming price will be available:


Now to 8PM at his hotel.

9PM to ? at a house party.

After the house party to ? back at his hotel.


So cum to the ball! This parTy prince is definitely an E ticket ride!


Message for directions to either venue!"


I laughed at my punny partner. I quickly had several pics of slutty Eric uploaded. "Perfect, now we just have sit back and wait." I said as I lit a freshly loaded pipe for Eric, smiling as I saw his eyes light up. 

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On 8/11/2020 at 11:29 AM, takingdeepanal said:

Wonder if the elderly man has another load ready for Eric - and I wonder if he gets T dick while he's pumping another one in his ass.


21 hours ago, pervinmt said:

Have you ever wanted to fuck a Disney prince?"


"Here's your chance! This genuine Disney prince actor is offering up his hole for anyone who has ever wished upon a star. This 18 year old beauty is offering up his beasty hole for any cock who wishes to breed and seed him. Zip-a-Dee-do-dah, no cock will be refused entrance into his magic kingdom. There is only one rule, NO CONDOMS......PERIOD! All sperm deposits must be made into his butt-pirate cove. So don't be late for this tea party and slide on down into cum-splash mountain. This charming price will be available:


Now to 8PM at his hotel.

9PM to ? at a house party.

After the house party to ? back at his hotel.


So cum to the ball! This parTy prince is definitely an E ticket ride!


Message for directions to either venue!"


I laughed at my punny partner. I quickly had several pics of slutty Eric uploaded. "Perfect, now we just have sit back and wait." I said as I lit a freshly loaded pipe for Eric, smiling as I saw his eyes light up. 

Wonder if the old guy is going to cum to the parTy ...

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Part 10


It only took a half hour before the first response came in and 15 more minutes before his first cock arrived. It was a middle aged man, balding, a little on the heavy side. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was that Eric got fucked. The man soon had Eric on his back as he slid his 7 inch cock into the teenage boys ass. I smiled as I watched Eric, wearing his slutty costume, take his first anonymous cock in his life. Taking the cock of someone he had never met, never spoken to, and didn't even know his name. Taking his cock because I wanted him to. 


The next guy arrived as the first guy was still fucking Eric. He finally came in the princes pussy and pulled out. A little bit of cum dripped out of Eric as the second guy flipped him over into the doggy style position. He didn't even remove his pants. He just unzipped his fly and pulled out a short, but really fat cock. Eric moaned as the second stranger entered his hole, stretching it wide. He fucked Eric hard for 15 minutes before he came, pulled out and left.


The next guy hadn't arrived yet, so I handed Eric the pipe. I fingered his wet hole filled with 2 anonymous loads as he blew a big white cloud.


The next two guys were pretty non discriped. Average guys with average cocks, but now Eric had 4 anonymous loads in his tweaked out whore cunt.


The 5th guy, however, was a bit of a surprise. He was a hot young guy, well built, about 6'2". He walked over to Eric and sneered at him. "So it really IS you Ken, isn't it." 


Eric turned his head in shock as he heard his real name used. He looked up with his fucked up eyes and whispered, "Brian."


"Do you know each other?" I asked.


"Oh yea we do!" He replied. "I play Gaston. I tried to hit on him, but this little bitch didn't want to mix work and pleasure. I saw his ad online and had to see for myself. Now here he is, being the little whore I knew he was!"


I grinned at this little twist. Eric was about to get fucked by someone he already knew. Someone from his now former life.


"Get over here on your knees you little bitch!" Brian ordered him. Eric scrambled off the bed and knelt before him. "Now look up at me and open your mouth!" Eric did as he was told as Brian dropped his pants revealing an impressive 10 inch cock. He stuck it in Eric's mouth. "Now look at me as you suck it! I want to see your eyes as I choke you with it!" Eric looked up as Brian grabbed the back of his head, forcing his big cock down Eric's throat. He gagged and choked as Brian raped his throat for a couple of minutes before pushing him off. "Stand up bitch!" He ordered Eric. The boy stood up and Brian slammed him up against a wall. Then he slammed his big dick into Eric and started fucking him hard as he pushed Eric's face into the wall.


"Take that cock you fucker!" Brian growled. "God damn your pussy is wet and loose! You must have been getting fucked a lot, you whore!" Brian just slammed Eric over and over while he pushed the boy against the wall. Finally, Brian put his hands around Eric's neck and started choking him as he donated another load into Eric's hole. "That's right bitch! It's about time you took my load! Now clean off my cock!"


Eric dropped to his knees and took Brian's slime covered cock into his mouth, cleaning it off like a depraved whore.


"Do you mind me sticking around a bit?" He asked. "I'd like to watch this bitch take some more cocks!"


"By all means! Please do!" I answered. "In fact, do you want to come with us to the party later?"


"Fuck yea I do! I wanna watch this little bitch get fucked senseless!"


Brian just sat back and watched as 3 more men arrived and fucked young Eric. He stroked his impressive cock the whole time. Soon, it was time to leave for the party.

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Part 11


We arrived at Jim and Tom's place just a little before 9. I made Eric crawl on his hands and knees while I led him on a leash. We walked up to the door and rang the bell. A tall and very thin man in his 50's answered the door. It was Jim. He was dressed in leather pants and a harness which showed off his huge tit rings nicely. He welcomed us in and introduced us to Tom, who was also in his 50's. Tom was wearing a pair of chaps and a leather vest that did little to cover his big, hairy belly. His soft dick hung down a good few inches, and his balls even lower.


Since this was Florida, they didn't have a basement dungeon. Instead, they guided us to their two car garage that they had converted into a soundproof sex den. It had almost anything you could imagine. Cages, stocks, benches, a St. Andrew's cross, a sling, a fuck machine, and more. The walls were lined with whips and bondage devices and dildos of all kinds. These guys took their hobby seriously!


There were several men there already, most of them older, all of them wearing leather. A younger naked man, covered in tattoos and piercings, walked up to us and immediately kneeled and bowed his head.


"This is slave 1." Said Tom. "He's been our property for many years now. Show the men your back, slave." Slave 1 turned around and we could see his back covered in scars from years of abuse. "Slave 2 is over there." Tom motioned. We looked and saw another younger man in a tiny metal cage. It was so small that he couldn't move around in it. He was stuck in an uncomfortable position on his hands and knees, the wire bottom of the cage digging into his flesh. "He's being punished for breaking a dish earlier." Tom explained. 


Jim looked at Brian in his regular clothes and grabbed his hand, leading him into the house. "I think we can find something more suitable for you to wear." He said as he guided the young man into the house.


"Slave, take the boy to the display area while we wait for more guests to arrive." Tom instructed him. The slave took Eric's leash and led him to one side of the garage. In just a few moments, Eric was strung up to chains that spread his arms and legs apart, allowing full access for the men to examine his young body. And damn he looked hot like that, strung up in his slutty prince costume.


And speaking of hot, Brian returned to the garage wearing a pair of very tight leather shorts, a leather harness, and boots. His body was spectacular. He obviously spent many hours in the gym and the leather showed it off perfectly. I could see why he played Gaston!


"Now, for you." Tom said taking Brent's leash and leading him to one of the benches. He quickly had the boy secured to it and proceeded to attach a funnel gag to his head. He took a sharpie and wrote urinal across his back. Then slave 1 pushed a fuck machine up to Brent's exposed hole. He pushed the dildo into the boy and turned it on. The machine started a slow, non stop fucking of Brent's stretched out hole.


More men were starting to arrive. Still mostly older, but there were a few in their late 20's, early 30's. They all examined Eric as he hung there, running their hands all over his body and fingering his wet hole.


"We're going to have a good turnout." Said Jim. "Should be more than last night. When we sent out his pic and told them he was a neg mormon boy, well let's just say people were very excited to contribute to the cause. Now, wanna party?" He asked, pulling out a pipe.


"Thank you, but I brought my own" I replied pulling out a little case. I unzipped it to reveal a pipe, a small torch, a fat bag of T, and a few prepared rigs.


"Very well." He said, walking away. "Have at it. The festivities will be starting soon!"


I looked around as I loaded the pipe to see many people also partying. Not all, but most. Our little group passed our pipes around, and when one got to Brian, he hesitated for a moment before he too took a hit, coughing it out. It was obviously his first time. After few rounds, Brian was inhaling it like a champ, and the look on his face said it all. He was feeling good!


I looked around the room and counted 30 men. Some of them had that sunken, sickly look. I noticed the old man from the video of Brent's gangbang. He looked even worse in person, if that was possible. Then, slave 1 took Eric down from his hanging position and led him to the sling. A couple of men picked him up and laid him in it, quickly securing him down. I walked over to him and tied his arm off, administering yet another dose to the already seriously fucked up kid.


Then the fun started. The first man to approach Eric had a nice big cock with a p.a. on it and a biohazard tattoo on his chest. Another man covered Eric's face with a popper soaked rag as the first man grabbed Eric's thighs and slammed his cock in. He buried it deep in one hard thrust and Eric let out a long, loud moan. Then the man really started to fuck Eric. He pounded the boy over and over, changing the angle of his cock so he was hitting all parts of Eric's insides. He fucked Eric for about 5 minutes before he buried himself in the teenage boy and shook as he unloaded his poz cum into the slut beneath him. As soon as he pulled out, the next man slammed into Eric without even a break. 


"Oh fuck, that's so hot!" I heard Brian say behind me. "Look at that little bitch take those cocks!" I glanced behind me to see Brian stroking his cock as it stuck out of his fly. "Look at that little fucking whore take that cum!" I looked back at Eric just as the man fucking him came in his cunt.


Man after man fucked Eric as he layed helplessly in the sling taking load after load of dirty, poz cum. My own cock was rock hard as I watched the sweet young princes destruction. After Eric had taken his 12th load, Brian tapped me on the shoulders.


"Hey, can I try some of that stuff you gave Eric." He asked.


"You mean the shot?"


"Yea that. I want to try that!" 


I smiled knowing I was about to turn another hot guy to the dark side.


"Ok, sit down." I said as I led him to a bench. He watched carefully as I tied off his arm and swabbed his vein. I inserted the needle, got the flash of blood, and emptied the syringe into his arm. Then I held up his arm as I released the band. He gasped a deep breath then started coughing.


"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." He repeated.


"How do you feel?" I asked?


"Oh my god, I gotta fuck him. I gotta fuck him now!" He said as he walked over to Eric.  His latest fucker was dumping his 14th load as Brian approached. But instead of fucking him in the sling, Brian undid his restraints and pulled him off of it. He dragged Eric across the cement floor, and threw him on a large mattress on the floor. Then he motioned to one of the younger guys who also had a huge dick. "Come here bro!" He said. "I want to bust this bitch wide open! Let's double fuck the whore!" 


He had the guy lay down and picked up Eric, then sat him down on the big cock. He pushed Eric so he was laying on the man's chest and lined his huge cock up to the boys ass lips. Then he grabbed Eric's shoulders and slammed his dick into the boy. Eric let out a howl as his hole was stretched wider than it had ever been. Someone handed Brian a popper rag and he held it over Eric's face as he rammed his cock deep, over and over.


"Come on bro!" He egged on the guy beneath. "Fuck this little bitch! Let's rip him apart!" 


I watched in awe as these two monster cocks pounded into Eric over and over, practically splitting the boy in two. And it didn't take long before they were both pumping their loads into the fucked up mormon boy. Brian pulled out and stood up, covered in sweat. 


"Come on guys! This little bitch needs two more cocks!" He said. Two more men climbed onto the mattress and Eric was quickly double impaled again. He was double fucked by 6 more guys before he was moved from the mattress and onto a fuckbench. A gas mask was placed over his head, and guys took turns filling it up with white smoke.


 The old diseased guy stepped up next and slid his cock into the tied down cumdump. My cock got rock hard as I watched him fuck the helpless boy and shoot his poisonous load into his cunt.


Meanwhile, I noticed Dave and Jeffery and taken Brian into the corner and were about to slam him again. I watched as they stuck him and he started to cough again. Then, quick as a flash, they had bent him over and were locking the sticks before he knew what was going on. Brian started to object but was quickly silenced by a ball gag that was shoved into his mouth. I watched as Dave pulled off his shorts and rubbed some lube on his dick. Then he slid it into Brian. He didn't even give Brian a chance to adjust to the intrusion before he started fucking him. He held onto Brian's hips as he pounded that hot, tight bubble butt. Soon, he was shooting his dirty load in the fuckchute beneath him. Then Joe, who had joined them with Alex, slid his cock into the waiting hole and was soon adding his dirty load with Dave's. 


I turned my attention back to Eric as more dirty loads were deposited into his ruined hole. I didn't look back at Brian until I heard his muffled scream. I turned to see Jeffery had buried his gigantic cock into the unwilling muscle ass beneath him.


After every man had used Eric, I untied him and led him over to the mattress. I layed him down and crawled on top of him. I slid my dick into what used to be a tight hole. Now, it was a loose, sloppy, cum filled wreck, and I loved it!


"I'm so proud of you my little prince." I whispered into his ear as I slopped around in his ass. "You made me very happy taking all those cocks, all those loads, all that dirty cum. Now I have one more for you, my prince." I kissed him as I added one final load to his sloppy cunt.


As we all were leaving, I thanked our hosts for the wonderful evening.


"You are so very welcome, and thank YOU for this extra little treat!" Jim said as he pushed the plunger of another syringe into Brian as Tom slid his cock into him.

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On 7/5/2020 at 2:14 AM, pervinmt said:

Well I have been writing stories on Nifty, which is nice because I can write about things there that I can't write here

What name do you use on Nifty?  I looked up the same name you have here, but didn’t see you listed

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      Over the last 2 years I had spoken to dad twice and Sam a couple of times, so things weren't exactly very familial between us. Going home after all this time was going to be awkward but I needed to do this. I had nothing going on for me and I figured being home for sometime would give me perspective on my next steps and it'd be nice to go back to my hometown after over a decade away.
      When my flight landed at the airport, I wasn't expecting Sam to be there waiting for me.
      A little background on Sam- I had last seen him 5 years ago. At the time he was a lean toned guy, working in my dad's plumbing business and looking like every small-town dude who enjoyed the relaxed life and to whom the world at large started and ended within the confines of the town. He was smart too but he didn't put in the effort at school and was happy to start working for dad when he graduated. Not that dad was complaining. I think dad was happy to have one kid at home, even if he would never admit it. They were extremely similar too, which was why dad and Sam had a stronger bond than me and dad.
      The Sam standing in front of me outside the airport looked nothing like the Sam I remembered.
      This Sam was a beast.
      At 6'0, he was approximately 220 pounds of muscle. Wide chest, thick arms and legs, a thick neck and a buzzcut, gave him the appearance of someone you didn't want to fuck with. In just a t-shirt and shorts, both a size too tight for his frame, he was a walking wet dream.
      The second he saw me, he rushed over and gave me a giant bear hug. Almost lifting me off my feet, he pulled me in for a long hug while rubbing my back. When he finally let me go, his hand slipped down a little and grazed against my butt.
      "Holy fuck Sam, you look so different man," I exclaimed, finding it harder to not stare and drool at him.
      "Hahaha, yeah been a while you've seen me little bro. Looks good doesn't it," saying this, he flexed his left arm at me. I'm not sure how his sleeves didn't just rip off but they looked awfully close to, judging by the bulk of his bicep and tricep.
      Not wanting to stare and freak him out, I nudged him playfully and asked him where he was parked. In 10 minutes, we were on our way to the farm.
      The drive to our farm would take a little over 2 hours. Once we hit the road, we started catching up with each other. Sam asked me a lot of questions about my work and my life, revealing very little of his own. While we were chatting, I finally took a good look at my brother and started to observe some interesting things.
      At first glance, it wasn't obvious but through the confines of his shirt, I could make out his large nipples. I wasn't sure but they looked pierced, based on the tiny lumps on either side of each nipple. Tattoos filled every part of the exposed skin on his arms, leading up to his neck and sliding inwards towards his chest. A padlock chain on his collar with an actual lock, hung from his neck. Without being obvious, I took a sneak peek at his crotch and holy fuck, was that thing massively bulging. Whether this was natural or a sock stuffed in, it was hard to say but it sure was impressive.
      It was so weird how turned on I was by my big brother. I needed to keep it in check but his very presence was making it very difficult.
      "So how's dad? Has been a while since I last saw him?" I asked, changing the subject. I needed a distraction and this was the best and only way to do so.
      "Dad's great. He's so psyched to see you. Keeps telling everyone about you coming home."
      That made me feel guilty. All this time, I thought he wasn't particularly happy about me so to find out how happy he was to see me again did made me feel bad about ignoring him.
      "Hey, you okay dude?" my brother asked, observing the guilt on my face.
      "Yeah its fine. Just...never mind."
      An awkward silence followed us for the next hour of driving until we finally pulled up to our house.
      The house that I remembered from last time was not the house I came back to. For one thing, there was now an actual 7 feet wall surrounding the place with an electronic gate. The rusty beaten down path leading from the road to the house had been replaced with an actual functional driveway. The house itself had been freshly painted and possibly renovated, making it look actually nice and kinda classy (given the surroundings).
      "Whoa, what happened to the Sloan pad?" I asked in disbelief to a visibly grinning Sam.
      "A lot has changed Joe, you'll see for yourself," he remarked.
      While we were pulling out my stuff from the car, the front door opened and out walked my dad.
      If the changed Sam had been a surprise, my dad was a shock.
      5 years ago, my dad was a lean 6'4 guy with a clean shaved face and a cap on his head at all times. The man in front of me looked nothing like the man I remembered.
      He had ballooned up to become a muscle daddy. His body was absolutely massive with everything as wide as it could be. He had a bit of a muscle gut but it suited him. What was more shocking was the way he was dressed up.
      Gone were the flannel shirts and denims. In front of me was a man wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless vest, with the front completely open. On his chest were 2 very visibly protruding nipple piercings that had caused them to puff out obscenely. My dad was an extremely hirsute guy (always has been) but I could make out some tattoos on his skin as well.
      "There's my boy," dad rumbled and practically jumped over to where I was standing. He grabbed me in a hug and lifted me off the ground, smashing our chests together. His grip was tight enough to cause my lean muscular body to be absorbed into his bulk, smushing every part of us together. I was impressed, given that I take after my dad and stand at 6'2, which he easily lifted like I was paper. While we were hugging, I could smell the strong smell of sweat, beer and smoke on him, making me a little horny. I had to fight every instinct to not get aroused in front of dad, but it wasn't easy.
      "Hey dad, long time no see," I said as he let me go and dropped me to the ground. Without responding, dad hugged me again, only this time he sniffled and shook a little. Watching my formerly emotionally steady father cry out of happiness was not what I was expecting. We stood there for half a minute until he composed himself and detached.
      "A'ight, lets get you in boy" dad said, grabbing one of my things and started to walk towards the house. Sam and I followed him inside, which had changed significantly since I had last seen it. Before, it looked like a bachelor pad with things lying around, packets of easy-made food on the kitchen counter and empty bottles in the corner. Now, it was completely clean with a leather couch in the center, nicely done wallpapers and actual furniture.
      "What happened here? You guys won a lottery or something?" I was in shock, how did dad and Sam manage all this with their small town plumbing business.
      My dad let out a big laugh and slapped my back. "All in good time son, for now wash up and come downstairs. We have things to discuss."
      His tone meant business and even though I was an almost 26 year old successful former business owner, I felt like a ten year old boy that had to do what dad said. Sam helped me carry my stuff upstairs to my old room and left me in there.
      Normally, I'd take my time to wash up. But dad had meant business when he told me to come downstairs and I had questions of my own. How was their life so different and how were they so different all of a sudden? It made no sense and I needed answers.
      An hour later, the 3 of us were downstairs in the living area drinking beer. Dad and Sam were on either side of the couch while I was sitting opposite them. Dad was worried I was in trouble which is why I had reached out to them. When I told him that wasn't the case and I was just here to figure out my next steps, he looked relieved. He asked me point blank how long was I intending to stay. Unsure of what he wanted to hear, I told them I'd be here for no more than 10 days.
      "Hell no boy. You come back after 5 years and all you give me is 10 lousy days. You ain't leaving before the months up," my dad laid down the law. By the serious expression on his face, I knew better than to counter. Truthfully, I was relieved. Part of me needed time to figure things out and having a month's time to do so would be perfect.
      The conversation moved on to other things before I ended up asking about the house and the renovations. On doing so, my dad and my brother shared a look before my dad said anything.
      "Son, there are things you need to know about us." I kept quiet, letting him continue whatever he needed to tell me.
      "But first, I wanted to say how sorry I am for how I was when ya told me you were gay." That was a big surprise, considering I never imagined him feeling any remorse. He continued, "you should know, it wasn't because you were gay. Couldn't care less about that. I was just surprised you know, by how brave you were. Braver than your old man could ever be."
      For the second time that day, I saw my dad cry. Before I could do anything, Sam slid next to him and pulled dad in for a hug. Dad grabbed Sam in his arms and broke down, while Sam gently held him and let him vent it out. If it wasn't my dad and my brother, I'd think they were lovers.
      It took my dad a few minutes to compose himself, before he sat back up, took a deep breath and stared right into my eyes.
      "Son, I'm gay too. And so is your brother."
    • By JohnnyStGermaine
      New cities are rife with new opportunities to get off. That had been the primary motivation for Bruce to go to this boring convention in Cheyenne. The flight had been a really uncomfortable puddle jumper straight from Coeur d'aLene, but he’d had a decent night’s sleep in the hotel down the road from the convention center. The day had been filled with lectures, meet and greets with industry leaders and surprisingly good food. Thai food was hard to come by in his neck of the woods and Bruce was now thoroughly hooked.
      What was unsurprising was the degree of sexy guys he saw walking around. A meeting of forestry professionals would prove nothing less. And by “forestry professionals” what the brochures meant to say was “hot as fuck lumberjacks”. Bruce had booted up Growlr the second the convention started but he noticed no other travelers as the first day ended.
      The next day he noticed someone new who was definitely in the convention center with him. A quick message between classes received a response quickly and soon enough Bruce was unlocking his private pics for a hot daddy bear named Steve. This guy must have been severely closeted because there was no clear pic of his face. The best one was him sitting naked on a small waterfall, out in their shared element. 
      Bruce could tell the man was older, around his fiance’s age. And that made him chub up in his suit pants as he sat in a lecture about the emerald ash borer. They quickly agreed to meet for lunch.
      It went splendidly. They both cared deeply about the rainforest of the Pacific Northwest. They both lived in small timber towns with their male partners and they both were way into each other.
      “Ya know, there’s a small cadre of us who get together every year.” Steve said after a sip of beer, “Call it a subcommittee.”
      “What gets discussed?”
      “More like what gets done.”
      Bruce’s eyes went wide, “What?”
      “There’s only about six of us.” Steve said, “You’d make seven, and I think you’d be a hit” he chuckled, “You’d probably be the youngest guy there.”
      bruce was growing painfully hard. He’d seen hundreds of sexy lumberjacks all day, and his mind raced at the thought that there was a small group of guys who met every year on the last night to have an orgy.
      “I’m in.”
      He was in all right. The messages had already been sent and the pic of his muscle ass was already making the rounds.
      That night when he knocked on the door he made sure he was douched out, and had a message from his fiance telling him to have fun.
      Steve opened the door and the smell of cigar smoke wafted into the hallway. “Come on in.” He smiled wide as introductions were made and beers were opened. A guy close to his own 28 years was naked, on his knees, servicing three burly, hairy men sitting in wing backs by the snow swept balcony and Bruce felt similarly inspired. He shucked his clothes quickly and was soon bent over the sofa, with Steve eating his ass expertly.
      One of the guys who had been hanging back and watching approached, opened his jeans and fished out his dick for Bruce to suck. He did so with gusto. This was the guy who’d taken out one of the executive suites. An industry rep from a tool company, and now Bruce had his tool working its way down his throat.
      He worked the cock like his next upgrade lease depended on it. And if he worked magic it just might! and he seemed to be doing a good job because the middle aged man said, “Let’s get him ass up on the bed.” Steve agreed and the two men led him to the bedroom and the other guy who'd been standing back watching joined them.
      “Hey, come on!” One of the men in the wing backs called out, “Don’t go walking off with the new meat so soon!”
      “Don’t worry,” Bruce said loud enough to be heard, “There’s plenty of me to go around!”
      Steve laughed, and Mark, their gracious host asked, “Have you ever been gang fucked?”
      “Not since college.” Bruce said, struggling not to sound too nervous.
      “Well don’t you worry.” Mark continued, “You can tap out whenever you wish and Mikey can easily take care of the rest.” He picked up a bottle of lube from the bedside table and began to work it into his ass, as Steve fed him his dick.
      He’d been tense when he was bent over, but on his hands and knees on a soft bed, had relaxed Bruce a lot. And soon enough he was loose enough for two fingers. Then three. Then Mark’s dick.
      Mark was perfectly average, which suited Bruce fine. He hadn’t had this much action in a while and needed to start slow. Then again, his new definition of slow was getting spit roasted by strangers. A thought occurred to him and he reached down and checked the cock spearing him. As he suspected there was no condom on it. He’d been warned that they played raw, and Bruce had weighed the risks. A bunch of rural bound guys meeting together once a year. 
      If this was the craziest sex these men had all year, then he felt a little safer with the knowledge that he was the first new guy in three years.
      He felt Mark pick up the pace, then moan loudly, pressing his crotch tight against his ass. He was getting bred. He’d gone to a stranger’s hotel room, got fucked bareback, and was now eagerly taking the man’s load. 
      Steve pulled his cock out of his gasping throat and moved behind him. Bruce was still wrapping his brain around what was happening when Steve’s larger cock took a swipe across his winking hole, picking up some stray bands of Mark’s semen that had leaked out of his ass. Then he entered the willing hole. 
      Bruce moaned as the larger cock penetrated him and looking around he noticed all the other men were standing around the bed jacking off and watching the man in his early fifties bareback his ass.
      One of the burly bears who had earlier been blown by the guy his own age approached and gave him his own thick dick to suckle upon, and Bruce did so gratefully. He’d never done anything this wild before and needed to focus on pleasing them all anyway he could. If he got distracted and touched his own cock, it would explode.
      Steve’s hips slapped into his upturned ass and bawdy talk began to circulate around the room.
      “So Andy, how does it feel about to be on the other end of things?”
      “Honestly, I’m a little jealous, but I gotta tell ya, it’s pretty fucking hot.” the younger man said, “I can’t wait to eat all of your loads out and feed them to him with his legs in the air.”
      “Ah!” the older man replied, “Its important to set goals for yourself.”
      An hour and a half later Bruce was helping Andy fulfill that wish. The bearded face above him was dribbling a long course of semen from his mouth and it was falling into his own dark beard as Andy fucked his no longer tight hole.
      There wasn’t much, as he’d begun to leak after the fourth man, and was flipped over on his back, right onto the puddle. He’d been assured that less would spill out of him that way by Mark, who’d wanted a second round with him.
      They’d all get second rounds inside him. Andy and Steve took thirds. And somewhere in the midst of it all Bruce had come all over his own hairy chest and face, shouting his pleasure around a cock.
      By midnight, he was exhausted. They all were, and they all had flights to make. One of the guys arranged for a taxi to get him the three blocks back to his own hotel for which he was grateful. He’d never been so thoroughly fucked in his entire life and was relishing the soreness in his ass.
      Bruce collapsed on his bed, naked with his ass up, and quietly seeping a small trail of cum onto the sheets.
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