The Trinket Box

[billy88666]

So good to have you back with another chapter mate! It was so well written, blending the feral need for the two cousins to empty their loads with the tenderness that is slowly developing between them. Poor Sampson... when he finds out that he has unwittingly infected his cousin with the virus, how will he react? How will he tell Marlon ... worse still, he will come to the realization that he may have infected tonight's conquest too.  Will he own up to the previous contacts? Will he cut and run? How will Marlon react? I've a million "What ifs" going through my head but no doubt, every loose end will be tied up in future chapters.

You have an uncanny knack for writing such three dimensional characters that get under my skin 🙂 If I'm ever in your neck of the woods after COVID, I'm going to buy you a few beers and good dinner. 🙂

[losolent]

3 hours ago, billy88666 said:

So good to have you back with another chapter mate! It was so well written, blending the feral need for the two cousins to empty their loads with the tenderness that is slowly developing between them. Poor Sampson... when he finds out that he has unwittingly infected his cousin with the virus, how will he react? How will he tell Marlon ... worse still, he will come to the realization that he may have infected tonight's conquest too.  Will he own up to the previous contacts? Will he cut and run? How will Marlon react? I've a million "What ifs" going through my head but no doubt, every loose end will be tied up in future chapters.

You have an uncanny knack for writing such three dimensional characters that get under my skin 🙂 If I'm ever in your neck of the woods after COVID, I'm going to buy you a few beers and good dinner. 🙂

Deal!

[Fantasist]

Love this story @losolent

[losolent]

Part 7 - The Silver Cock Ring

 

Mike walked towards the kitchen carrying his pride and joy, the one sex toy that he had commissioned for himself and the most expensive. Wearing a yellow and black jockstrap and 15 hole boots with yellow laces he caught sight of himself in the hallway mirror and smirked to himself, he was looking forward to meeting this guy tonight, for some reason he seemed a little out there and not the usual guys you found on the hook up app. In his hand a solid silver half inch width cock ring, his fingers ran over the smooth shiny metal as he wandered in to the kitchen and reached under the sink grabbing the silver polish. Sitting down he dabbed some polish on to a cloth then carefully and with meticulous detail he began polishing it. It was his one weird ritual before a meet and he loved how it shone reflecting any light when it moved quickly from his rapid thrusting. He had a feeling the dark haired cutie was a little naïve and make a simply perfect target for him to poz up. Since changing his profile to read versatile he had more luck collecting an array of guys who were clean cut and very unsuspecting. He picked up a clean cloth and began buffing it looking at the clock on the wall that was inching ever closer towards 8pm. Satisfied with how it looked he cleaned up and walked back to the bedroom, his cock was already getting semi hard knowing he was about to put it on. Trying to think of anything else he had to be quick to put his cock ring on when he was in a flaccid state, he literally only had seconds to do it before his cock would spring up and then make it painfully difficult due to his large hanging balls and hefty shaft. 

Checking his phone again and looking up at the small modern building that housed 6 flats, Sampson walked over to the pad of ringers and pressed the button for 2C and waited. Mike just managed to slip the cock ring on and now struggled to put his hard cock back in his jockstrap stumbling towards the door and the phone on the wall. Suddenly the intercom clicked and a deep voice asking who it was, Sampson replied with this name and the door buzzed unlocking the catch, he pushed the door open and walked up the stairs to the second floor and quickly found the flat. About to reach up and knock the door opened and Mike stood there in his jockstrap, black boots  and yellow polo shirt, Sampson slightly taken back by how sexy the guy looked in real life. A kind attractive face that belied an aggressive sexual monster underneath. Invited in Sampson walked through the door and strangely he felt for the first time he was in this mans world, one that he controlled. It wasn't a nervous feeling but one that put Sampson on edge and to regard Mike with careful appreciation. He eyes drawn to the oversized pouch of the jockstrap that looked like it was about to burst, the thighs were solid and covered in a fine layer of hair. But it was the boots he wore that gave Sampson a very kinky feeling and not realising it his own cock was hard and clear to see by Mike who had indeed noticed. His hand grabbed Sampson's cock and balls through his jeans yanking him forward and catching him by surprise. Mike firmly held on to Sampson's cock and balls and immediately thrusted his tongue in to Sampson's mouth, the tongue lashing around in his mouth, their lips locked together painfully hard. His usual urge to push kissers off seemed to melt away allowing Mike to have his own way passing pass saliva into his mouth. Sampson's hand moved over the jockstrap and his eyes opened wide, an erotic moan rose from his stomach the more his hand felt the incredibly stiff package contained in the jockstrap. Mike's free arm circled around Sampson's neck and using his hand to hold Sampson's head in place he was able to keep him locked in their kiss, there was no sign of Mike wanting to end this anytime soon. From the corner of Sampson's mouth a tiny trickle of Mike's saliva ran down his chin, slowly tracking its way under the chin and down his neck. Sampson gulped several times in an effort to clear his mouth of Mike's saliva. Suddenly the hand freed its grasp on his cock and balls quickly moving around to his arse that pushed him forward so he was up close, their cocks rubbing against each others under the fabric. A tranquil passive state slowly took over Sampson leaving him with a feeling of total abandonment in his body, a feeling that allowed Mike to take control and guide like scripted play the course of their evening. 

Sampson eased his neck back guided by Mike's hand, his tongue tracing upwards along the trickle of saliva, an array on indescribable sensations fizzled in his body as the tongue traced around his chin depositing the gathered saliva back in to Sampson's mouth. Eagerly he gulped it down like it was part of a mating ceremony and strangely he wanted nothing more than to please his mating partner. Mike leaned back and smirked in a devilish way sensing Sampson was already buckling in subservience to him, his gaze though was fixed on the emerald green eyes looking back at him, so unusual yet fitting the young man standing before him. Their heads glided towards each other again with parted lips and effortlessly Sampson accepted Mike's invading tongue again. A feeling of passion erupted between them, both making tiny noises devouring one another until Sampson felt his body leave the ground, his legs clamping around Mike's waist and arms around his neck for support, he was carried away from the entrance hall and straight to the bedroom. Neither one unable to free themselves from the kiss that had so passionately taken them over. Shedding clothes and briefly parting from their kiss to remove their tops before locking their mouths together again, his body turning through the expert guidance of Mike's hands. The small kisses landing with accuracy and purpose on his neck enticing him to kneel on all fours on the bed. Sampson could feel the soft skin of Mike's chest and stomach laying across his back, the small kisses gradually slipping lower and lower covering every inch of Sampson's back. Every kiss bringing a tiny noticeable response in Sampson with his body reacting to the different sensation the lower they travelled. A small rasping gasp escaped Sampson's mouth feeling the tongue slide between his arse cheeks then purposefully swirling at his hole.

The evening was not going as Sampson had planned or wanted yet he couldn't fight the seductive power and magnetism oozing from Mike, rendered powerless to stop or want it to stop. His body hunched up at the tongue striking at his hole again, his arms wobbled nervously from the strength oh holding his body up. Gasping again he dared to look back and see Mike's eyes that appeared to be smiling at him. The slurping of Mike's tongue against the saliva that was generously flowing from his mouth moistening the hole and priming it for his cock. Sampson sensed the cool air hitting the warm saliva around his hole, the kisses roamed away from his arse and along his back and neck, in the sweetest of dominant tones Mike whispered in Sampson's ear 'I am going to fuck you good' then taking a nip at the earlobe causing Sampson to raise his head and nod feebly and willingly. He was already aware of the shaft rubbing against his hole then the contour of the head made him starkly aware to brace himself, Sampson was under no misconception that his man was probably going in balls deep in one movement. Again the shaft rubbed up along his hole only this time he felt the stubble from where Mike shaved his pubes and balls, Sampson moaned softly feeling those hefty balls touching his skin then the movement the head of his cock slipping down until it found the lips of Sampson's hole. Gentle coercive pressure slowly prising them apart and sublimely surrounding the head in a welcoming gesture, he gasped through a sharp breath lowering his head. The initial thought of a ram raiding was gone, instead a more powerful slightly painful penetration was taking place, almost teasing making Sampson try to push back. Mike's hands held Sampson's hips firmly stopping him from greedily taking the cock. Mike glanced down at the scene, the head of his cock was halfway inside this sexy guys hole, his hand moved and snapped quickly against Sampson's arse cheek in a loud slap telling him off for being greedy. Sampson glanced over his shoulder and Mike looked up at him licking his lips then moving his hips forward slightly, the gesture enough to make Sampson gasp and moan. Mike looked down and watched himself easing the head all the way in, the lips surrounding the hole looking like they were puckering up when he pulled a little way out before pushing in again. Sampson hunched his back, arms trembling from a desire that surfaced out of nowhere and driving him further into this passive state. Mike watched the shaft of his cock pushing past any resistance the deeper he got inside. His arousal born out of watching his cock disappearing inside this guys arse made his cock swell and harden even more. With an inch left to go he gripped hold of Sampson's hips tightly and pulled them back forcing Sampson in to a deep self penetration, his arms giving way he collapsed on the bed and a loud wailing moan filled the room. Mike groaned and sighed slapping Sampson's arse cheek harder leaving a red mark and roughly pulling him back up on all fours.

Slowly Mike pushed his hips up deeper until the moaning started to abate, with a gently flow he began to fuck Sampson. Raising his head and unsure what was going through his mind he knew one thing, how incredible he felt right now. It was a feeling he had experienced once before and his mind instantly flashed back to the guy in Lyndhurst. The sensation of Mike's balls tapping away at his arse was amazing and only added to his desire to fuck with this guy. Lowering himself on to his elbows carefully not to disturb Mike's momentum, he moved his other hand underneath and touched the hefty balls. Mike jolted his cock in harder and moaned softly 'Fuck yes!' he mumbled, Sampson's hand move and cupped holding the balls firmly which in turn drove Mike to fuck him deeper. The tingling appearing out of nowhere and unable to stop himself Mike threw several rapid hard thrusts, Sampson moaned with each breath he took. Mike's hands tightened their hold on Sampson's waist pulling him back as he thrusted forward with all his power, his cock exploding in several pulsating throbs jettisoning his cum deep in to Sampson. His eyes opened wider in bewilderment and his hand moved away from Mike's balls brushing his own cock in the process triggering him to orgasm. His balls releasing their load and his orgasm pushing him back harder against Mike's cock that was still pulsing away inside his arse. Mike rolled his head back savouring his orgasm with his eyes half closed, satisfied that his own sexual power had driven his bottom to orgasm. His hands remained firmly clasped on Sampson's waist preventing him from slipping off his cock. Sampson panted heavily stretching his arms out in front, his arse hurting from the deep fucking it just received, his movement allowed Mike to push Sampson down on the bed flat and giving several hard jolts of his cock to reinforce Sampson's position as his bottom bitch for the night. Mike leaned forward and kissed Sampson on the neck lightly, slowly he ground his cock finding it was still fully erect and he initiated another fucking. His hands pushed down on Sampson's shoulders keeping him pinned to bed. Sampson's hands gripped the duvet under him 'Oh fuck" he mumbled unsure if he could take it again, but his urge overtook and he moaned 'Fuck me!' he pleaded. Mike was going to anyway weather Sampson wanted it or not, only this time it was going to be a much slower and longer fuck.

The steady rhythm of his movements allowed a more leisurely pace, every so often Mike leaned forward and kissed Sampson's neck before raising himself up again and continuing. Sampson could feel that Mike was deep in his arse from the cool metal of the cock ring rubbing against his hole. The hypnotic rhythm of Mike's hips against his arse seemed to numb any pain he had felt. There was no telling how long Mike had been inside casually pleasuring himself with Sampson's arse until he groaned deep in his chest, pressing his hips down harder to deliver a second load deep into Sampson. Leaning forward Mike came to rest on Sampson's back seeking his mouth he kissed him then smiled. 

Mike looked in his eyes with a mischievous glint "I hope your poz!" he said kissing Sampson's ear.
Sampson looked at him "Poz?" he questioned not really sure what that meant.
Mike rubbed his lips against Sampson's ear "I will take care of that then!" he said softly.

Sampson looked on confused at the excited and satisfied expression on Mike's face. Slowly Mike lifted up and began to carefully extract his cock from the tight confines of Sampson's arse. Letting the head plop out he pulled the cheeks of Sampson's arse apart to watch the hole shrinking back. The temptation to dive in again was irresistible but he needed to let his balls rest and brew another batch of his toxic seed. Running a finger against the hole it was pretty dry, not a drop of his seed was evident and that pleased Mike even more as he looked at the greedy hole that devoured his seed. He leaned forward and kissed Sampson.

"Not done with you yet" Mike said smirking at him, "Few more loads to knock you up" he said.
Sampson rolled on to his back "Not sure I can take any more" he exclaimed almost tapping out.
Mike ran his hand across Sampson's face and slapped him "You have no choice, you are mine now".
Mike shuffled on his knees moving towards Sampson's face "Open!" he demanded, "Clean me up!".

Sampson hesitated a moment until Mike's hand pulled his head forward and he opened his mouth taking Mike's cock, his taste buds immediately assaulted with strange salty and an indescribable slightly metallic taste that almost made him gag at first. It was so unusual to be in this position Sampson thought, weirdly Mike had aroused a sexual state in him that he had never considered or experienced before. There was something about Mike that made Sampson go weak in his presence, it was like he was a superior being and he wanted this god like man to value and appreciate him. True to his word Mike finished delivering a fifth load to a now struggling Sampson who knew he had reached the end of what he was capable of handling, his arse was sore and partly gaping open. With Mike lying on his back he fingered and toyed with Sampson's hole for a moment before looking at him and nodding towards his cock, even now it was still in a semi hard state. Sampson knew what he meant and reluctantly he moved his body until his face was level with the beautifully crafted cock, he also knew not to use his hands after being told off and instead opening his mouth he used his lips and tongue to guide the now familiar tasting cock in to his mouth.

Mike sighed loudly "You are a good pup" he said stroking Sampson head.
Sampson glanced up and nodded. "I thought you would be difficult to train" Mike said approvingly.
Mike pushed Sampson's head further down his shaft "But no, you quickly learnt it is about me" he said.

Mike grabbed Sampson by the neck guiding him back up the bed until he had the guy in his arms and his tongue back in Sampson's mouth. Just as quickly as Sampson had been taken in he realised that Mike was finished with him for the night. The embarrassing part being Mike refusing to let Sampson use the bathroom telling him he had to walk home filled with his seed. Mike stood up next to the bed smirking at a defeated looking Sampson whilst he wrestled the solid silver cock ring over his balls one by one then down the semi hard shaft. Sampson watched diligently whilst dressing, Mike grabbed a cloth from the draw by his bed and meticulously cleaned the cock ring before placing it in a small box and in to the draw. Sampson needed it and bided his time dressing slowly, when Mike walked out of the bedroom and in to the bathroom across the hall Sampson rolled over on the bed opening the draw and grabbing the box. Opening it he took the cock ring feeling the weight and smoothness of the metal, closing the box he replaced it in the draw and rolled back over the bed placing it in his pocket. His heart was beating hard in his chest having heard movement, he was sure that Mike was non the wiser when he returned to the bedroom. Without a word Mike closed the door and walked over to the bedside cabinet opening the draw, he pulled the box out and placed on the bed next to Sampson and stood there looking down at him.

"I would put it back if I was you" Mike said very calmly but his tone was edged with anger.
Sampson felt his face flush and burn knowing he was busted "I'm sorry" he quietly replied.
Sampson retrieved the cock ring from his pocket. "Why would you steel from me?" Mike asked watching him.
He shrugged placing it back in the box and handing it to Mike "Don't know, souvenir I guess" he said quietly.
Mike smirked placing the box in the draw "You will get a life long souvenir" he cryptically replied.
Sampson stood "Sorry" he said, "I should go you don't want me...".
Mike kissed him before he could finish "We will continue this" he said staring in the green eyes.
Sampson played along "Yeah, it would be nice and maybe I can fuck you" he suggested.
Mike chuckled "Nah, I like breeding your arse" he said smirking, "I want to get you knocked up".
Sampson shrugged "Sure" he replied being firmly escorted to the door and unsure what his words meant.
Mike closed the door and chuckled walking back to the bedroom "He has no idea" he said to himself loudly.

Sampson exited the block of flats and relief strewn across his face he breathed hard at his close encounter, this was one lucky escape he thought to himself. He knew the risk and how this could have gone drastically wrong if Mike hadn't been so level headed, the guy could have easily beaten the crap out of him. Sampson got in to his 4x4 that he had parked round the corner, exhausted and aching and right now he needed his bed, on the drive back to the commune he recounted the new phrases he heard Mike saying, knocked up, breeding and poz, the last one was very new to him and could only conclude that it was slang for men fucking each other. By the time he arrived back at the commune his underwear was stuck to his arse with a gloopy sticky mess that had seeped through his jeans and left a wet patch on the leather seat, he quickly cleaned the seat with a rag he always kept on the passenger seat. Showering before he retired to bed he had one last thing to do and quietly rubbed his cock until it was hard thinking of Mike when he fucked him from behind wearing those boots.

Mike undressed and laid in bed picking his phone up and opening it to the PinMyFriend app he watched the moving dot smiling to himself. During their evening of sex Sampson has dozed between getting fucked and Mike had gone in to Sampson's unlocked phone and located the default app PinMyFriend and added his email address and accepted the request on his own phone. It now meant that he could find Sampson whenever he wanted a booty call and continue his quest of knocking up the sexy green eyed boy.

[negchaserlooking]

Fuck yeah

[Naruto]

Great story.  The predator becomes the prey.  

[billy88666]

The net is closing in on Sampson... What a great chapter.

[losolent]

Part 8 - Subservience

 

His arse ached most of the morning as a constant reminder of how wrong the night before had gone. Affording himself a chuckle at the private memory, he couldn't deny it had sparked a fire inside, one of thrilling enjoyment for the most part. The fourth time Mike had fucked him was more aggressive almost punctuating each thrust in devilish enjoyment. Sampson looked over at Marlon and had a new found respect for him knowing how he felt on the receiving end of Sampson's furious fucking. In fact Sampson felt like a whole new person until he remembered that he had his appointment that afternoon. In a quiet few minutes between jobs Sampson discreetly opened the hook up app and saw a message from Mike, tempted to block the account as he always did after meeting the guy his curiosity got the better of him and he opened the message. His eyes darting across the words 'You tried to steal from me now you owe me and I own you. You will come without question when I want you.', the words seemed normal enough but when you knew who they came from they took on a different meaning. Sampson was finding it hard to stop reading the message, his hand seemed to glide on its own to his cock that was hard as nails under his jeans. His finger poised over the block button slowly moved away and instead he locked his phone.

He felt nervous looking up at the blue and white sign following the indicators along the corridor to the lifts and up to the second floor, he pushed open the double doors to the Sexual Health clinic and wandered over to the reception. After his details were checked he was told to wait in the Male waiting room down the corridor, the alcove leading off to several consultation room had two men already seated, one on his phone the other staring ahead blankly who glanced at Sampson taking his seat. Checking the time on his phone he was 10 minutes early for his appointment, an agonising wait loomed ahead he thought. The door to consulting room two opened and a tall striking young Asian man called out the name David looking directly at the man on his phone. He stood and smiled and they both said hello like they were old friends about to catch up over a drink before the door closed. A few minutes passed and the door opened again and they both walked out and crossed the corridor disappearing from view, the young doctor reappeared and entered the room closing the door. Another doctor appeared and the other man looked up and smiled and followed him in to room one. Sampson sat there alone for a moment looking around at the posters on the wall relating to HIV, drugs and other sexual diseases. Another much younger guy arrived who was slightly cocky and arrogant in his swagger and took at seat nodding at Sampson, he sat there pretending to be on his phone but discreetly checking Sampson out. The door to room two opened again and Dr Minchin called out Sampson's name, he stood watching the doctor smile at him as he passed by in to the consultation room and hearing the door close as he was invited to take a seat.

The whole experience went by in a daze, the words coming from the mouth of the doctor appear to him to be forming slowly with Sampson trying to take in everything that was being said to him. The phrases bantered around in his brains 'refrain from unsafe sex practice' and 'infectious to sexual partners'. The worst was hearing the phrase 'with HIV' over and over sending a spine chilling shake through his body. This can't be he thought to himself wavering on a complete breakdown. The tone changing in the doctors voice was now full of hope and promise bringing Sampson back to his senses listening diligently to the doctor.

"From your reaction I guess this is quite a shock to you?" Dr. Minchin asked.
Sampson stared at him for a moment "Yes, I mean, well I don't understand, how long is it in me?".
Dr. Minchin nodded "Well it is established so I guess 10 months to over a year by your viral load".

The doctor spent a long time explaining things in more detail and the emphasis put on medication if Sampson wanted to live a normal life and remain healthy. Sampson started to calm down inside and saw the reality as it was and agreeing to go on medication immediately. It was a slight relief to understand now why he had been feeling so ill over the last few months, but the anxiety remained and he felt alone in the world crying out inside to be with someone to tell him everything would be alright. Sampson stood and followed the doctor to the treatment room to have further blood tests and collect his medication. Walking out in to the male waiting room behind the doctor a new person was sat waiting with his head lowered tapping his foot on the carpet nervously. Sampson noticed the gold chain around his neck recognising it immediately, it was the same as the one he had collected from a guy a few weeks back. Allan looked up the clocked eyes with Sampson, his eyebrows raised recognising him and was about to say something when Sampson turned back quickly and hurried along behind the doctor in to the nurses room. His heart thumping away in his chest and questioning if it was Allan who gave it to him, it couldn't have been since the doctor believes he has had it nearly a year. Sampson stood listening whilst the doctor spoke and handed over a file to male nurse who was gathering vials from a draw.

The doctor turned to Sampson "Martin here will take your blood work then you can go" he said.
Sampson nodded "Thank you" he replied sitting down in the chair, the doctor smiled.
"Martin the other new patient has arrived" the doctor informed the nurse.
Martin looked up and nodded "Two in one day" he quietly remarked putting on latex gloves.
Sampson watched Martin who was very attractive "Relax Sampson I will use the soft needle" he chuckled.

Sampson afforded himself a feeble smile watching the door close behind the doctor, he knew that the guy sat outside wasn't the one responsible, but worse Sampson realised he could be the guilty culprit of infecting him and certainly didn't want to see him. Sitting there he wished the nurse would hurry up so he could flee quickly and not have to face the guy. Luckily Allan was still in with Dr. Minchin and his escape through the twisting long corridors of the hospital was hurried and unable to breathe properly until he sat in his 4x4 and drove away back to the commune. He spent the next few hours searching the internet about HIV and came across several interesting sites that talked about poz, pozzing, stealthing, breeding, knocking up. Shocked to learn that they were terms used in a variety of ways to describe the deliberate act of infecting someone. Slowly he put the sums together and remembered Mike using a few of those words the other night, it took a few minutes to realise that his cock was hard and had leaked some precum reading these and how turned on it had made him. A lot of his anxiety cleared when reading more and how people lived and carried on like nothing was wrong with them. Sampson leaned back on the bed and unlocked his phone to see a message from Mike on the hook up app '8pm Friday night, my balls are full and getting backed up ready to breed you again'. If there was a moment of hesitancy in Sampson it was fleeting and gone within a second, there was absolutely no question and he typed a reply 'CU at 8pm', putting the phone down he laid back on the bed smiling understanding now that Mike thought he was getting him infected. This thought alone aroused Sampson pulling his cock out and gently masturbating at the thought the smooth muscular body dominating him in to submission, the boots he wore and used with great effect hooking Sampson's legs painfully apart immobilised him totally during their third fuck that night. Then the way his eyes looked deep in to Sampson's after ejaculating his load, almost as though he was silently telling him what he was doing. He breathed heavily looking at his raised hand that dripped with his own cum before falling asleep.

Sampson parked his 4x4 not far away from Mike's flat and feeling a few nerves creeping in he was sure how the evening would go sex wise. He still felt embarrassed about the attempt to steal the cock ring and unsure what sort of reception he would get. The door opened and Sampson stepped inside and immediately he was told to strip off his clothing and leave them by the front door folded neatly. Mike stood there in his boots bleached jeans that were fashionably held up by red braces that looped over his naked torso. The sight of him had already brought Sampson in to a submissive state, he finished folding his socks and underwear then feeling it was the right thing to do he kneeled down with his head bowed. Mike walked out of the kitchen and was beyond happy when he saw Sampson on his knees looking at the floor, completely submissive and a tinge of shame he thought.

"I was going to give you a hard time tonight" Mike said softly, "But you know your place".
Mike walked around Sampson in a couple of circles "You need to build my trust in you again" he said.
Sampson nodded still looking down. "Earn my respect and service my needs" Mike softly said.
He nodded again. "If you do then you can sleep in the bed with me" Mike informed him.
Sampson had not planned on staying the night "The night?" he questioned.
"Yes" Mike replied, "If you fail you will sleep on the floor chained up" he finished saying.
Sampson nodded again then felt and smelt leather going around his neck looking up "What?" he asked.
Mike stroked Sampson's head "Do not concern yourself" he cooed softly in a loving way.

Only catching a brief glimpse of the two inch thick collar snaking around his neck where Mike then made light work of securing it in place. The padded leather collar against his skin was secure but not tight and Sampson could feel two cool metal points against each side of his neck. Mike leaned down and kissed Sampson delicately, a kiss that reinforced an element of trust in what Mike was doing.

Mike held up a wrist restraint "Left arm" he commanded.
Sampson saw the leather wrist restraint and raised his arm. "Good boy" Mike said securing it. 
"Right arm" Mike now commanded and Sampson obeyed watching Mike securing with ease.
Mike stood back and looked at Sampson peering up at him "Stand up" he said.
Feeling vulnerable Sampson stood wavering if this was a bad idea coming here "Please" he said.
Mike smiled and kissed him "You have nothing to worry about" he said smirking at Sampson.
Mike raised Sampson left wrist attaching it to the collar "Can't let you try and steal again".
Sampson nodded and raised his own right wrist to Mike's approval "Bedroom!" he commanded.

Sampson now noticed Mike had a leash in his hand and attached it to the collar treating Sampson like a dog on a lead so he couldn't stray too far away. Mike lead the way pulling Sampson behind him with gentle tugs, many things were now going through Sampson's mind but the overriding thought was how he really was at the mercy of him. The thoughts going through his head did nothing to quell his erection from a sense of erotic pleasure he was feeling. Mike closed the bedroom door and walked up behind Sampson kissing his neck above the collar, his arms wrapping around Sampson's body slowly caressing his chest and nipples. The small whimpering sounds escaping Sampson's mouth, his arse pushing back in to Mike's groin area, he could feel Mike's erection under the denim fabric, Mike responding by grinding his cock against the flesh. His hands slowly wandered down grabbing Sampson's cock where he tapped it hard several times making Sampson buckle at his knees and whimper louder. Mike bit Sampson's neck 'You are getting way too much pleasure from this' he said letting go and reaching over to the top draw of the dressing table. Sampson's eyes followed his movement and saw Mike retrieve a hefty piece of shiny metal that had multiple metal rods all spaced apart but in the shape of a cock. Sampson realised that this was no toy to go up your arse it was more of a cage, he had read about them months ago and was frightened to see one in real life. Sampson felt the ring sliding down his shaft then winced with his left testicle being pushed through a metal ring with some force, then the right one. Desperately wanting to reach down but his wrists were secured preventing him to touching his cock. Mike spun Sampson around and smiled at him holding his cock, slowly he edged the cage around Sampson's cock. Sampson looked down seeing the cage just fit over the head of his cock, it was no coincidence that he felt the pain watching his cock being forced into the cage making him gasp several times. The worst part was it did nothing quell his erection. Suddenly he felt the head of his cock suppressed up against the top small ring holding the bars in place, he heard a click and saw the small shiny padlock secured in place. His cock was now completely caged in and weighted down, straining against the bars containing his shaft and preventing it from expanding any more. Sampson couldn't stop looking down and again his cock strained within its prison causing him to moan in a pleasure he had never felt before. The erotic provoking thoughts kept running through his head and it took a moment to realise that Mike was standing there watching Sampson and completely enjoying Sampson's sexual reaction.

Sampson looked at Mike who inched closer until his lips secured against Sampson and his tongue dug in to his mouth in a hard assertive kiss. His hands cupping Sampson's buttocks and holding him up against Mike whilst they kissed for what seemed like hours to Sampson. Lowered on to the bed Sampson looked up at Mike who undid the buttons on his flies and extracted his cock freeing it from his jeans. The hands raising Sampson's legs and holding them aloft allowed Mike to freely guide his cock to Sampson's arse, wriggling his hips until the he found the hole and slowly pushing until the head broke through the resistance. His eyes closed and started to water at the pain of the dry cock wrenching his hole open, his back lifting off the bed in his powerless state. Sampson gasped and cried out several times, almost like magic the pain eased up and the cock continued moving inside his body with ease. Mike rolled his eyes knowing he had released some precum already and he pushed deep until his silver cock ring dug against Sampson's flesh. The excitement he felt knowing he was going to add more of his dirty load in to Sampson, tonight was about ensuring the virus level was topped and maintained at a steady level to increase the chances to converting his new boy. Mike paid attention to Sampson hearing the small clinking sounds of his wrists attached to the collar. Leaning forward and forcing his cock deeper had the desired effect of Sampson opening his mouth, he spat in to it then kissed him hard. Their tongues battled against each other in their sexual state, the hands wriggling against the restraint being his only way Sampson could express his guilty pleasure. Mike drew his hips back and jabbed in hard made Sampson kiss him even harder. There was an incredible sexual match between them that burned through both their bodies, yearning for each other it was frightening to them both how in tune their sex seemed to naturally flow. Mike was unable to hold himself back and steadying himself on his arms he looked down at Sampson and those green eyes. They stared back with such intensity that Mike lost control and fucked Sampson hard until his balls jumped and his cock pulsed spewing his toxic seed as deep as he could get inside Sampson. The cock cage did nothing to stop Sampson, the tightness of the confine added to his arousal as large dollops of his seed seeped out, his head arching back and growling in a noise Mike had never heard before. Unwavering Mike held firm with his cock deep inside Sampson, hard painful jolts coming from Mike's hips in destructive force reverberated through Sampson's body until the last of the orgasm subsided. Mike watched Sampson who looked bewildered for a moment, he had never seen anyone orgasm in such a powerful state that it knocked his boy for ten and disappear in to his own dreamy state. Frantically Mike released the wrist restrains and kissed Sampson with a mad passion. His hips full of energy continued pounding away at Sampson in an uncontrollable and desperate need to breed him again, their fingers and hands entwinned holding each other and their inability to stop kissing drowning them both in a sea of passion. Mike teasingly pulled his cock half way out of Sampson before pushing it back in a little, his eyes focused on Sampson's cock and its ability to still lift the hefty cock cage up and down from his teasing. Mike was completely enthralled by him and leant over grabbing his phone to take a picture as a keepsake. Discarding his phone he bored down devouring Sampson and his arse for several hours. Sampson's hand went down towards his cock he needed to rub it hard, his hand met the steel cage unable to touch his erection properly. A sexual panic and need raced through his body, still powerless he could only look up at Mike and clamp his hands around his neck pulling him down to kiss him. The pearly glow of beads of sweat running down both their bodies as Mike drew to a slow down and released his now sore lips and tongue from kissing Sampson so hard, raising his head and thrusting down hard a delivered another orgasm deep to the core of Sampson. He laid there whining desperately seeking to get at his cock to fulfil his sexual need to orgasm fully. Mike ran his tongue down Sampson's body then reached out for the key and unlocked the cock cage gently removing it allowing it to expand fully.

"Now you can jerk yourself off" Mike said shifting up the bed on the his knees.
Sampson just stared in bewilderment before his mouth automatically opened. "Good boy" Mike said.

Sampson slowly worked on Mike's cock and began to stroke his cock, it was sticky yet slippery from all the precum and cum that had leaked out whilst caged up. Mike pulled his cock back until just the head was between his lips and released a short bust of piss in to Sampson's mouth. His eyes flew open wide in shock but Mike quickly held Sampson's head still 'Swallow!' he commanded. Despite the horrific thought of piss in his mouth he closed his eyes and breathed through his nose then gulped it down. As much as he wanted to panic Mike held Sampson down watching him furiously jacking his cock fast until his hips bucked upwards allowing his cum to freely express the arousal in his body, several large streams shooting high in the air and almost floating before landing back on his chest. His back arching in tune with his orgasm, his tongue swirling around the head of Mike's cock and suckling on it like a baby. Despite his temptation to piss again Mike knew better and would take his time, it was clear then he was going to enjoy taking his cute toy on a journey of exploration.

A deep emotional satisfaction washed over him lying on the bed staring up in to nothing, his body still aroused didn't want it to end. Mike watched him so diligently admiring how erotic Sampson's body wriggled on the bed and the moans that still escaped his mouth from being exploited, he laid down with their bodies close and allowed Sampson to rest his head in the crook of his neck. Never had Sampson thought his manliness would be put to the test or even won over by another man. But Mike had truly shattered the world he saw through his eyes, transforming him by displaying powerful dominating and thrilling seduction that itself intoxicating, essences that poured out of this masculine specimen of a human being. The dull lamp providing enough light in the quietness of the bedroom, a finger delicately teasing Sampson's hole, the way Mike looked at him made him melt. Their lips barely touched before slipping in to another long bout of kissing before they fell asleep.

[negchaserlooking]

Holy fuuuuuuck @losolent. 

[billy88666]

An Incredible chapter! So Sampson finally is aware that he is positive.  He recovered very quickly from the news, which is no great surprise for a young, constantly horny guy. He was quickly swallowed up with lust for Mike but hasn't turned his thoughts to Marlon yet. Will he tell him that he has more than likely infected him too?

What other treats will Mike have in store for Sampson to help him explore his submissive side? He clearly had no previous experience of B&D or toilet  service. Could Mike be aware of his habit of stealing and is working with his victims to help them exact their revenge?

Can't wait to find out 🙂

[drscorpio]

This really has gone in a different direction than I expected. Excellent work as always, @losolent. I'm glad you keep us guessing. 

[RandomStranger]

Interesting characters, good plot, hot action.  Some of the best erotic fiction I've read on here.  

[Fantasist]

Wow hot chapter!!! 

[losolent]

On 4/12/2021 at 10:04 PM, RandomStranger said:

Interesting characters, good plot, hot action.  Some of the best erotic fiction I've read on here.  

Thank you, I am happy you are enjoying it.

[losolent]

Part 9 - Identity Revealed

 

Sampson shuffled in bed, his fingers running across the body that laid next to him. His movement rewarded feeling the lips of Mike latching on to his, secreting ample saliva from the tip of his tongue moistening Sampson's lips. An act that provoked him to open his mouth and allow Mike's tongue to work its way in, accepting of this tender affection that built to kissing with a ferocious sexual eagerness behind it. For the first time in his life he woke next a man with no desire to hop out of bed and run. There was a thrill of waking next to him that he couldn't describe, touching the incredible smooth body and morning wood that was without a doubt heading in one direction. The hands gently moving Sampson on to his stomach with tenderness, turning his head he watched the gracefulness of Mike's body easing on top almost dead weighting to the bed. Their lips briefly touched and Sampson moaned so succinctly feeling the hips lifting and positioning his cock with perfect accuracy, penetration taking only seconds to complete in one whole movement where Sampson once again belonged to Mike. Raising his head and expressing his pleasure grabbing hold of Mike's hands their bodies working together in unison acting out their morning mating ritual.

Leaving the flat Sampson headed back to the commune with a full days work ahead, as was always the case when leaving Mike's flat the depth of his arse contained a fresh load of cum. Sampson was okay for the first five or ten minutes, usually when he parked up outside his caravan his need to visit the toilet was urgent. Mike laid in bed mindlessly going through some of the posts on flutter via the hashtags, he suddenly sat up seeing a clip of a guy getting nailed. He watched the face of the bottom who seemed barely there or even knowing what was going on. It looked like his boys and the post was uploaded a few months back, there were several reflutters that he clicked on warning that the bottom usually topped and stole. Mike sat read through each one shaking his head, naughty little boy he said to himself sniggering but also mightily impressed by his boy. Despite his nasty enjoyment of pozzing guys, a thief he was not and contacted two of the guys asking specifically if he could help to retrieve their items. Mike jumped out of bed realising the time and had to shower then head off to work. He was in no rush with Sampson and said nothing but always kept him restrained until he felt he could trust him enough. During his day at work Mike would often go on the PinMyFriend to locate where his boy was, noticing that he certainly move around different parts of Banbury.

Sampson had spent just over four weeks seeing Mike almost every other day, this being his fourth weekend where he would arrive Friday evening and leave on Sunday evening. Mike under the impression he was creating a new living strain of his virus and allowing it to run rampant through his boys body, blind to even asking questions about each others status, Mike had assumed he was taking a clean guy on a dark journey. But their connection as mating partners had grown so tight that he even forgot that was his purpose with Sampson. There was no physical love between them, just the pure indulgence of each other and that comfort of knowing which buttons to press that provoked the required bodily responses. Mike had indulged Sampson a couple of times performing the most sizzling oral sex, it was Sampson's only time of being in charge. Sampson was never allowed to fuck Mike, not allowed to suck Mike's beautiful cock until after he had made a couple of deposits in to Sampson. After the first few deposits were delivered Mike would spend a little time resuming the training to get Sampson drinking his piss and was progressing well. Sampson was allowed to suck the cock for a minute then take a mouthful of piss and repeat, slowly but surely Sampson was managing to drink the entire contents of Mike's bladder, his cock bouncing around in mid air from the tremendous state of his arousal. Mornings were free form sex where Sampson was occasionally allowed to control Mike's orgasm, evenings was for Mike to use his seductive prowess taking Sampson to places where they found thrills and enjoyment. Before they went to sleep Mike would climb in between Sampson's legs and slowly make love to him missionary style until he released whatever seed was left in his balls deep in to Sampson, he was then expected to retain the cum in his arse all night. Rolling on their sides wrapped in each others arms and falling asleep, often with Mike's cock still semi hard and inside his boy. Sex with men had always been a release for Sampson, his time with Mike exploring their sexual urges had changed his perception and brought a new lease of life. Only one thing crossed Sampson's mind, his body craved men more than women and was content to admit to himself that he was more gay than straight and he loved it.

Driving just over the speed limit Sampson could feel the dampness growing in his underwear from the load just before they drifted off to sleep mixed with the deposit he took this morning. Parking up he dashed out of the 4x4 only to be collared by the commune leader calling out his name and walking towards him. Sampson stopped and clenched his arse trying to stem the cum that was slowly seeping out of his arse. Making a joke of Sampson being up early he went on to tell him that Marlon was feeling under the weather and wouldn't be working with them today. Sampson expressed concern and sneezed trying to clench his hole closed and failing, he felt the warming patch growing then a trickle running down the inside of his leg. He stood waiting for the commune leader to get far enough away before opening the door and slipping inside quickly. At that moment it never crossed his mind that Marlon's condition was a result of their night when he went to town on his cousins arse giving him a massive load of his cum. As days go it was pretty quiet without Marlon there keeping a sneaky eye on Sampson. At lunchtime the commune leader sat down with Sampson advising that they would stay for a further 4 weeks before heading back to Lyndhurst for the winter. The news was a shock but also expected since that was there way of life, the one lingering thought was having to leave Mike. He was a source of constant that he had come to rely on, exciting, different and never sure what to expect which made their time together so interesting. The following day regular as clockwork and just after midday he got his summons from Mike. Sampson had become a phone watcher every other day around midday waiting for the text from Mike, it never occurred to him to question how Mike got his phone number to text him. 

Sampson arrived at the flat at 8pm and as usual the wrist restraints were on the chair in the entrance hall. Quietly he undressed and secured the restraints himself then lowering himself on to his knees with his head bowed he waited for Mike to appear with the collar that he secured around Sampson's neck, raising his arms Mike secured his wrists to the collar. Mike stood there staring at him, the thieving wasn't the problem it was that Sampson was poz and all the time he thought he was converting him.

"You have been a bad a little boy my green eyed monster" Mike said with a sweet soft tone.
Sampson looked up at Mike "No" he replied staring at him, "I have done nothing wrong" he said.
Mike took Sampson's fingers in his hand "Your fingers took things that don't belong to you".
"I haven't taken anything from you" Sampson implored telling the truth.
Mike smiled and kissed him "Not from me, from others" he explained still holding his fingers.
Sampson slowly nodded "I did" he said timidly, "They shine and I want" he explained.
Mike coaxed Sampson to his feet "You will give the items to me and we will return them" he said.
He looked at Mike unsure what was going on. "I will save you the embarrassment" Mike offered.
Sampson nodded lowering his head "It happened before we met" he said quietly.
"I know" Mike replied, "But you will need to pay for me helping you".
"I don't understand" Sampson said raising his head looking at Mike.
Mike smirked "Your victims are on a witch hunt to find you, I will deal with them and save you".
"Why you don't owe me anything" Sampson said but at the same time falling in to Mike's arms.
Mike kissed him on the head "You are my green eyed boy and I will ensure your safety".
Sampson nodded and kissed Mike on the lips. "I have to protect my interest in you" Mike said.

Mike guided Sampson to the spare bedroom for the first time ever, the room contained a human sized cage that started to freak Sampson out and he started to back away out of the room. He could see that the cage was sturdy and very capable of keeping a human secure. Mike looked at Sampson and hinted for him to get in, Sampson shook his head and wanted to leave but Mike was blocking his exit.

"We can do this the easy way or hard way" Mike said closing the door, "It is your choice".
Sampson looked back at the cage "How long?" he asked nervously.
Mike smiled "Not long, I can't keep my hands off you, 30 minutes if you do as you are told".
Sampson shuffled in to the cage and sat crossed legged. "I need a photo as proof" Mike said.
"No" Sampson cried out, "Not like this" he pleaded watching the cage door close and locking.
Mike retrieved his phone "Look at the camera boy!" he demanded.

Sampson reluctantly looked up and allowed Mike to take a photo before leaving the room and closing the door. He suddenly felt alone and definitely trapped, in fact if Mike wanted to he could keep Sampson locked up here for the rest of his life. Somehow though he had an undying trust in Mike and was sad that he had upset Mike and it was his way to make Sampson think on his dishonest behaviour. Mike only left Sampson for 10 minutes, enough time to Flutter the picture to #PozThief with the message 'He belongs to me, I will get your items back and contact me'. Mike returned and opened the cage door.

"Come on" Mike said standing back whilst Sampson struggled to get out.
"Undo me and I will go" Sampson said sadly and standing to his feet.
Mike cocked his head to one side "You never told me you were infected with hiv" he said.
"Oh" Sampson replied stepping back, "I only found out a few weeks ago" he truthfully answered.
"How many of the guys that you stole from did you knock up?" Mike asked.
Sampson stared for a moment "Knock up?" he questioned unsure what Mike meant.
Mike smirked "How many did you infect with your toxic seed?" he said clarifying the question.
He shrugged "I didn't know I was doing that" Sampson replied, "Honestly I didn't know".
Mike pulled Sampson turning him around and wrapping his arms around him "Dirty bastard" he said.
He moaned feeling the tongue across his neck "Infecting all those guys" Mike whispered sweetly.
Sampson rolled his head back allowing Mike to bite his neck "Pozzing victims" he whispered again.

Sampson felt Mike getting his cock out then letting out a loud pleasured moan he was pushed up against the wall with Mike's cock following quickly behind embedding in to Sampson's arse. Within seconds Sampson bit down on his lip to stop the cries from the burning sensation of taking Mike's cock straight in deep and without warning. His hips working so fast and hard Sampson knew Mike was turned on, 'Dirty fucking poz slut, breeding and infecting all those guys' he rasped and kissed Sampson's neck frantically, sucking, biting then licking up along his cheek 'And I thought all this time' he breathed and jabbed in hard a couple of times for effect 'I thought I was infecting you with my strain' he finished saying sensing his orgasm was closer than he anticipated. Mike's hands quickly moved down to Sampson's arse pulling the cheeks apart to get deeper he released his load 'Take my dirty fucking poz seed' he said then planted his mouth on Sampson's neck sucking and biting, his intention to mark his property both visibly and invisibly. The wall was smeared with small traces of Sampson's precum when he was finally released from being pushed up against it by Mike's body weight. He winced as Mike extracted his cock, the turning Sampson around he kissed him in a very loving way whilst releasing his wrists from the collar. The kissing continued with Sampson moving his arms around Mike's neck responding to the kiss, his body lifted off the ground and was carried to the bed where Sampson had previously laid so many times getting fucked and sleeping with Mike. Tonight was no different and the last few hours before sleep they both immersed themselves in each other.

The following Friday Sampson sat on the floor of his caravan, it was a difficult decision holding the trinket box full of his gatherings and picking them out one by one and leaving the possessions that actually belonged to him he closed the lid placing the box under the bed. He had no way of telling if Mike was really going to return the items, it was a risk he had to take, there was some feeling of freedom like it was a way of absorbing himself of any wrong doing. Sampson turned up at Mike's place just before 7pm and spent the night being sexed out by Mike. Saturday morning Mike got a harness out fitting it over Sampson and placing the padded restraints on his wrist, he then secured them to the harness and took him down to his car in the driveway. Somehow he knew that Mike was going to make him face up to what he had done. They drove for an hour to a beauty spot that was pretty deserted that cold morning. Two cars pulled in to the parking lot and Sampson immediately recognised the four people getting out. A scary shiver went up his spine realising his victims had formed a hunting pack.

"Are you okay?" Mike asked glancing at Sampson.
Sampson shook his head in his vulnerable state "No" he replied through a quivering tone.
Mike smiled "I have your back, trust me" he said trying to calm him down.
Sampson looked at Mike "Thank you" he replied softly with genuine gratitude.
"You will thank me later" Mike replied opening the drivers door glancing at him "All night!".

Mike got out and walked across to the cars, he had deliberately chosen a polo shirt that was tight and showed off his incredible muscular stature as an intimidation tactic to the group of guys waiting. Despite two of the men being slightly older than Mike and Allan having a bigger build the exchange seemed to happen without incident. But Allan was staring over at Sampson and it was not a happy stare and it was beginning to freak him out.

Mike glanced at Allan "You have your things back lets leave it at that" he said.
Allan turned to Mike "Oh no, the bastard pozzed me he and needs to pay" he said raising his voice.
"Did you wear a condom?" Mike suddenly asked stopping Allan in his tracks.
"What?" Allan replied, "Well yes but it broke" he said.
Mike leaned in "Drop it or I will report you to the police" he said quietly.
Allan looked confused "What for him pozzing me?" he replied in a tetchy voice.
Mike smirked "I downloaded the video, you drugged and raped him" he said confidently.
"Errm..." Allan stumbled for words wondering if Mike was bluffing.
"It is obvious he was drugged, how do think that will look?" Mike asked.

Allan took a few steps back and the other three looked at Allan knowing he was busted and Mike had him cornered. Allan couldn't help raising a mischievous smirk at Mike who simply stared back in a very infatuated way, yes Mike liked his green eyed boy but seeing Allan stand there gave him sexually driven goose bumps. Gav took the opportunity and slipped away quickly running over to the car and opening the passenger door coming face to face with Sampson. He saw that Sampson's wrists were restrained to the body harness and smirked noticing Mike marching towards him. He couldn't even bring himself round to dragging Sampson out of the car and giving him a pasting, instead he leaned down.

"I wanted to hurt you badly after what you did, but you brought Steve in to my life" Gav said.
Sampson lowered his head and Gav smiled "I know you were oblivious about the HIV thing".
Sampson peered up at him "So sorry" he said nearing tears as Mike stood by the door.
Gav stood up and held his hand out to Mike "Thank you for getting my ring back".
Gav leaned down and looked at Sampson "Get yourself sorted mate" he said in a kind way.

Mike shook his hand and closed the passenger door then got in the car, he just managed to but the seat belt on when his phone pinged with a message on Flutter. He opened it and saw a message from Allan 'My cock your arse, soon', he smiled and replied 'vice versa'. Putting his phone down he leaned over and kissed Sampson then drove home. Mike was desperate to get inside Sampson, himself had a feeling of relief but the guilt of what he had done infecting those four people cast a shadow over him for the next few weeks. Seeking solitude with Mike was the only thing that helped him through, his thoughts though constantly casting back to the guy in Lyndhurst. The taste of bitterness filled his mouth the more he thought about what had been done to him but also what he had done to others.