Families start somewhere...

[Guest]

Part 28

Ashton brought Thing to the ranch, walked it out into the middle of the grass field. It was only workers and family. Ashton announced that this was Thing it was the property of himself and Dean. Thing was here to provide sexual relief to all those who wanted it. Thing would be available till an hour before dinner. Thing was currently negative. However, he has been stung. Ashton attached a chain and collar around Thing's neck. Ashton said in an aggressive tone, "do you understand" Thing kept his eyes forward. "YES, SIR!" "On your knees and stay there," Aston said, then turned and walked away. I watched as the workmen descended like hungry dogs to a piece of meat. These men were no strangers in the use of submissive. They knew the difference between aggression and abuse. I know that Thing's hole would be sore in the morning.

I went back to work, and Dean walked up to my desk. He wanted to talk about his role on the ranch. I told him my plan was simple. He ran the bathhouse like a well-oiled machine. I assumed he would do the same thing here, though I never asked. Dean and I talked about event coordination and management, who would be in-charge. That would be ideal for Jacob, it's what he did for the club. I hadn't asked Jacob either, I knew it would be fine.

I asked what Dean thought about their new sub. He was happy. Dean would wait to see if Thing was going to work out. I learned that Dean and Ashton had wanted a sub for a while but didn't know how the family would react. I worried about how Chris and Malik might handle it. Chris was protective of everyone, and Malik's abduction might create some friction. Dean and Ashton should talk to the family before anything is permanent. It's not our place to tell them how to live their life. Dean agreed and would talk to Chris and Malik, and if they didn't approve, neither Dean nor Ashton would trade what they have with the family.

The conversation with Dean was closing, and there was one last piece of business. Ashton had started in my hole at the gym but finished in Thing. Dean knew where I was going. Dean and I walked over to the couch, where he bent me over, pulled my shorts down. I had replaced my usual jock with a thong. Dean noticed, "This is a change." "You like it," I asked. I pulled the bottle of the new lube from my pocket. Dean put some on his fingers and pulled my thong string to the side. I felt him lube up my trench. He started his assault on my hungry hole. There was something piggy about having my thong string moved to the side and fucked like a whore. Something in my brain switched for a moment. I because a total slut, a needy whore for Dean to use. I was on the couch, my legs spread wide. Tugging on my nipple piercings, telling Dean to take my cum hole. Use me like a bitch; make me fuck whore. I was enjoying this new pig side. I could tell from Dean digging deeper into my hole he approved. Dean pulled my head up, arching my back and wrapping his thick arm around my neck. I could feel him squeezing tighter. It was harder to breathe. I knew it was play, and Dean would never actually hurt me. I felt a popper mask go over my face.

The next thing I knew, late afternoon was not evening. I am in a sling, in the middle of the grass. My hole felt open and wet, easily taking my entire hand. My puffy and swollen hole had been swallowing cocks non-stop for hours. I could tell by how much cum was leaking out of my ass. I saw Thing on the ground, face-up, mouth open. He was catching cum in his mouth as it drooled from my hole.

I looked up, and there was my big lug, Chris. He smiled, "been a while since you did that." I knew this was going back to my bathhouse days. I looked at Chris, "how many?" Not that many, about 30 some twice, making it closer to 50. I started to get myself out of the sling. I was a little unsteady on my feet till the blood got back into my legs. My big lug was there to hold me up. I saw Mason sitting on the porch, his mouth open like a codfish. "Is he ok?" I asked Chris. "He's fine. He wants to know when he gets to use the popper mask," Chris said with a chuckle.

The poppers had cleared my head, and my hole was still leaking cum. I could feel it running down my leg. Where is Jacob? I called Thing and had him eat me clean before going up to the house. I sat down next to Mason, asking him if he enjoyed the show. Mason, a little speechless, "yea." I went inside the house to get some water. I was always dehydrated after the poppers mask.

Chris and I standing in the kitchen, saw Malik come in the front door. I asked him if he had a few minutes to talk. The three of us finding places in the living room. "How do you guys feel about Ashton and Dean having a sub and the way he is treated. Both of the men sat, searching their feelings. They knew their answers carried weight. Malik was the first to speak. "If it makes them happy, then I am fine with it. I know those two, and they know the difference between domination and abuse." I looked at Chris. "I am not comfortable with it. I don't like to see anyone pushed around. I do understand the dynamic is different between a dom and sub. I have spent enough time at the bathhouse to see every flavor of a relationship. As Malik said, they know the difference between domination and abuse."

The three of us ended our little meeting with the understanding that if anyone had concerns, they would talk to Ashton or Dean. I didn't suspect anything would come up.

I was tired after my marathon poppers fuck. I wanted to take a shower and get some sleep. I was heading up the stairs; I heard the sounds of Malik pounding on Chris. I was almost at the top of the stairs when Shane appeared. He was only wearing underwear and heading to one of the bathrooms. I stopped him, and we walked together into the bathroom. I put him in front of a full-length mirror. "Would you fuck that man?" I ask flatly. Shane looked himself up and down, "no." Damn, he didn't see the progress that I did. I knew Chris was kicking his ass at the gym, and it showed. "It's ok; the gods have each other to fuck. He does still sleep with me every night." I hugged Shane, "he loves no matter what you think of yourself. You keep going to the gym till you are happy. If you ever want to talk, I am here, and so is everyone else. That includes your fiance." Shane had water building in his eyes. "I am doing it for myself. Malik broke up with me," Shane said in a quiet voice and walked to the bedroom. Shane's words hit me like a truck. I leaned against the sink. My mind went blank. I heard Malik unload into Chris downstairs in the living room. I didn't know if I was mad or sad.

I looked at the time. It was only six at night, I thought it was later. I took a quick shower, got in the SUV, and drove down the mountain. I knew one place that might have answers. I parked in front of Mrs. Betty's. I went in, sat down. I didn't see anyone. "You look like you need to talk. Have some apple pie; let's figure this out." There was Mrs. Betty, such a wonderful woman. We walked us to a table at the far end of the restaurant. She looked at me, "I guess someone finally told you." "You know?" "I had known for a couple of weeks when Malik came in and needed pie." She said in a soft voice. "Why didn't anyone talk to me?" I asked in confusion and growing sadness. Mrs. Betty held my hand, "there are a lot of things that happen in your family you don't know. You took on the world coming up here. They are afraid to add to your burden. They don't tell you. You barely let them in. You are often a one-man show. You miss so much, but they all deeply love you. I can't tell you what's right for you or any of them. What I can tell you is Malik is heartbroken. I know you all love each other, but you need to slow down. You are building something great up here, but are you losing something even more special in the process." Her words like sandbags stacked on my back, each more crushing weight. She said everything with love and tenderness, and truth. That's what made it so hard was it was all true. I stopped and went through various moments in mind. I had not seen Malik and Shane together. Chris coming out to have coffee one early morning, I talked to one of the workers, and he put something back in his pocket. The more I thought, the more of these moments I missed.

I sat there at a loss, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to fix them or me. Mrs. Betty filled my coffee cup. "you have to stop being all things to all people. You are their friend, father, family member, and everything else. When was the last time you were just you?" The longer I sat there, the more tired I became, the more sore my muscles. I caught a glimpse of my reflection, and I looked tired. I was the Sad Man now. I needed to reset. I asked Mrs. Betty if I could have a couple of lunches and dinners. I was going camping.

Mrs. Betty came back with the packed food and an apple pie. I asked her what the pie was for, "I think you and the rest have some thinking to do. You put that in the fridge, and you will know when to take it out. You tell your boys what I said, leave that pie till its time.” Mrs. Betty hadn’t been wrong yet. I took the food and the pie and drove back to the ranch.

I got to the ranch, put the pie in the fridge. Mrs. Betty had written her rules for the pie on a note. I found Mason, asked if he wanted to go camping tomorrow. He was caught off guard but happily agreed.

The next morning I got up before the sun, showered and cleaned myself, and dressed for the trip. Mason was already downstairs with our packs. We headed off. "What's the sudden interest in camping." "Remember when Mrs. Betty said you would go into these mountains to clear your head. I need to do the same, and I need a different perspective." Mason changed our direction, taking us toward the river.

After a little over 4 hours, we came to a place by the river. The ground was solid; someone had built fires in a pit here before. Mason told me this is where he came to think. The sounds of the forest, the water was flowing by. He would sit for hours, letting the place swallow him up.

Before I could offer to help, Mason already set up the tent and built a fire. We sat there by the fire, and eating what Mrs. Betty had made us for dinner. I asked Mason, "You are new to the family; what do you think of everyone? Why did you decide to take our sting and join our family." These were accusatory questions. I was searching for meaning. Mason replied, "I am not going to answer those questions; those are the wrong questions. I will answer the question you're not asking." "What question is that?" I said sadly. I knew the question. "You got too far ahead of yourself. You were so busy trying to be everything to everyone. You were trying to be everything to an entire town. You missed the most important thing, your family. No, you didn't neglect them or treated them wrong. You just weren't there. You were so busy with everything else you didn't notice them falling apart around you. I am not saying it's your job to hold them together, but you should let them fall apart either."

Mason and I sat there. We talked by the fire. I couldn't get enough of the stars. The night sky was one of my favorite things I loved about the mountains.

Mason came over, put his arm around me. "I will answer the question of why I joined your family. You guys gave me a once-in-a-lifetime offer to be part of something that will always be bigger than all of us. This family will always be growing, changing, and loving. New members will come, and others will go. Some leave by tragedy, others by choice. Being apart of this family, that was an offer no one could pass up. I can also tell you that's why Thing want's to be apart of it. He also has a serious kink. That makes it a win for everyone."

I can see why you come up here, clarity and perspective. Mason stared up at the stars, “yep. It was also a nice place to fuck the carpenter.” We both started to laugh.

There was a chill in the air, and the campfire was keeping us warm. Mason's body next to mine was getting my cock warmed up as well. There was nothing like a good Mason dick down. He looked down, seeing my obviously rapidly growing cock. "Should we take that thing into the tent? I also find I do my best thinking with an empty sac."

We went into the tent, starting kissing. Not the typically animal fucking. This was tender and soft. The backdrop sounds of the forest could make this a great porn or predictable lifetime movie. I was lost in the moment. Usually, when playing, I am always thinking of what I am going to do next with my partner(s). I was taking the time to enjoy what we were doing and enjoy Mason. Your kissing became more passionate but not frantic.

Mason started stripping me down. He seemed intent on servicing me. I could tell he was enjoying it as much as I was. Mason moved to my pierced sensitive nipples. He was kissing, sucking and nibbling at my tits. My cock would bring up another glob of pre-cum with each nipple tweak. Mason moved between my nipples and my pits. The four-hour hike left us both with heavy musk. To some, this would be too much; for us, it was intoxicating.

He worked his way down my body, pulled down my pants and compression shorts. The familiar smell of my ripe sack instantly hitting my nose. I loved that smell. Mason was driven more into my body when the scent reached his nose. He licked every part of my cock and pubes. Mason made sure to lick me clean of all my musk. I worked my nipples as Mason’s tongue continued its cleaning of my body.

Mason was satisfied with his work, bringing himself back up to my face. He kissed me. I could taste my musk on his lips and smell it on his face. He broke off the kiss. Mason whispered in my ear, "I want to make out with the rest of you." He tapped my hip, indicating for me to turn over.

Mason had only removed his shirt, his pants, and boots still on, while I was naked and exposed. I felt Mason move into my trench. He started with a lick that went from my sac to the top of my trench. He was slow, enjoying everything my body would offer. His lips met my hole, again with tenderness and passion. He wasn't trying to eat me out or suck my hole open. He was making out with my hole, treating it as another set of lips. My ass was responding to his touch, opening, and twitching. I could do nothing but moan and move my ass. Mason continued making out with my hole, soaking it in his spit.

I heard Mason removing his boots and pants, laying down next to me. He tapped my shoulder, and I rolled onto my side. He easily slipped into my pozzing cave. His long slow strokes, the slight curve of his cock, were working my prostate. I reached for my cock, and Mason pulled my hand away. "I want to breed the cum out of your cock. I want what you gave me to give back to you." Mason whispered. His motions continued to push me toward an orgasm.

I had never cum from just my p-spot. This would be something new. I could feel the orgasm building. My entire body was going to orgasm not only my cock. I began pushing back into Mason, driving him deeper. We maintained our steady pace, only making each stroke longer. I felt the orgasm, it was my p-spot exploding, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. My cock wasn't hard as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. Wave after wave of pleasure. Mason held me tight, and pushed the family venom deep into me. The orgasm finally subsided. I looked, and my cock didn't cum, just continued to drool precum. I was spent. Mason pulled his soft cock from my venom-soaked hole.

I rolled onto my back. “Where did you learn to do that?” I said between breaths. “Chris showed me some tricks,” Mason smiled. I should have known the butt nut king strikes again. Mason and I drifted off into a deep sleep. The smell of sex and sweat heavy in the room. That scent was like a drug for me.

Mason popped his head into the tent, telling me it was time to get up. I could smell bacon and eggs cooking.

[Guest]

Authors Note:  This section is told by Chris.  It starts when the announcement by Eric (the previously un-named family member)

Part 29

Authors Note:  Change to Chris's Perspective, we go back in time to when the decision was first made to move.  I have also named the "phantom family member that has been telling the first and this story."

When Eric had the idea to move, I was conflicted.  I knew it was what we needed, but letting that bastard get away with what he did to my family.  I have always had a bit of temper that I always kept in check.  I knew it was the right choice, but not what my anger wanted me to do.  If Jason could walk away, I could steel my resolve to the same.
It was nice to have the sex back in the house.  I had lost my desire for the bathhouse and only wanted to be with my family.  For a moment or two, I was worried this dream family might end.  The move ended that fear.  I knew Eric had it all under control. He always had it under control.  That was the problem.  Eric was never controlling; quite the opposite, he made sure everyone in the family had what they needed.  I knew he didn't give himself time to get what the family wanted to give back.  Since Tom's passing, Eric changed.  I can't say it was for better or worse but a change.  We slept together every night since that tragic event.  Once the pain and rage stopped, he stopped.  He loved the sex, loved the family, and was always very busy.  That was the theme with Eric. He was always busy.
Eric's schedule was always full. He would always make time for family.  Eric never stopped.  I didn't know if he was still dealing with grief, running from himself, or making sure the family was ok.
One of the last nights before we left for the ranch.  He came home from a brutal session at The Tom.  I knew why he went. I understood.  I also knew something no one else did.  That night he only solved half the problem.  I didn't know what to do.  I would stay and be there for whatever Eric or the family needed.
Moving to the ranch did bring new life into the family. It also gave Eric a new project in which to lose himself.  I had fallen deeply in love with him.  I kept my feelings hidden. I didn't know if there would be a right time.  I had purchased a ring before we left for the ranch.  I hoped one day I could pull it out of my pocket.
Eric was amazing at what he did. He rebuilt a ranch and an entire town.  While he had plenty of help, there were numerous times most of the family sat around the living room waiting for Eric's next idea.  We let him have space, and somewhere we stopped talking.  There wasn't the silent treatment; meaningful conversations with him had become a thing of the past.
The moment any of us saw the opportunity to help, we would jump in.  It was hard to get involved in Eric's well-choreographed play.  The night of the cookout at the ranch was an incredible evening.  I had set up a secluded spot and lined it with candles I was planning on proposing.  I could only get Eric's attention between people asking for it.  I didn't know if I was his backdrop or taken for granted.  I had promised to be there for him, and I keep my word.  Like my anger, I could keep the hurt inside.  I would take it out in the weight room.
The new gym was a great place, and it was my own space with the other trainers.  It was something we all loved doing and Eric, except for his training sessions, stayed out of it.  When he was training, he was always talking about the town or the ranch.  I understood his passion, but my hurt was building.
The fights that started between Malik and Shane were becoming the things of legend.  I knew Mrs. Betty, on several occasions, had talked to them.  It all came to a point when Shane took his ring off, put it on a weight bench, and walked out.  The fights were for the right reason but not done the right way.  Malik loved Shane almost a little too much at times.  There are things people need to figure out on their own.
Malik and I had just finished fucking in the living room.  We had started making it a regular thing, the two broken-hearted.  We fucked because it was easier than feeling the pain of our broken relationships.
I heard Eric talked to Shane while Malik was about to drop a load into my hole.  The way Eric left after his shower, I knew Shane had told him.  I didn't understand why he didn't talk to Malik; he left.  I assumed Eric went and spoke to Mrs. Betty; he came back with a pie.  He asked Mason about camping. The two would leave in the morning.  I was sad I didn't get invited.  I wasn't jealous. I never was.  I wanted him to talk to me like we used to.  Hell, if he talked to anyone in the family like he used to.
I couldn't sleep all night. I had come to my breaking point.  My heart didn't have anything left to give.  I very quietly got out of bed, dressed, and went to my car, and drove away.  I didn't know where I was going.  I had saved a decent amount of money.  I just knew I couldn't be around Eric. It hurt too much.  I watched the town get smaller and small in my rearview mirror.  Getting on the interstate, I didn't have a direction. I would drive till I needed to stop.  That was the day I walked away from the family and my only true love.

[Skanman]

Oh no.  😢

After all the love and support from Chris, I’m certain that Eric does love Chris in return and will be devastated when he finds Chris has left. 

I hope Eric realises his mistakes and can reconnect with the family and they all work together to get Chris back. 
 

I’m a very big believer that Family is what you make of it. 
This Family is made with love and connection (and a lot of piggy sex). 

[pozpopperpig]

Oh my!  Heartbreaking and tragic.  Such a wonderful story and family.  I hope Chris finds his way back to Eric.  You are a Master storyteller.  Glad to officially "meet" Eric though...a cake should be involved.  

[Txvers]

Not Chris. We can’t loose Chris!!

[Guest]

Part 30

The next several months went by.  The ranch was doing better than I had anticipated. The town was happy with all the new visitors.  I was able to keep up the front of being a happy owner.  The truth, my soul, left with Chris.  I wasn't hollow inside, I was dead.  I could fake it with the best of them.  I wasn't fooling Jackson or Mrs. Betty.  The success of the ranch gave everyone more than enough work and less time to hate me.
I found out Chris was gone when Mason and I stepped into the ranch's grassy clearing. I saw Jackson sitting on a picnic table.  The place was silent, only the trees were making noise.  We walked up to Jackson. He looked at Mason.  "The family is down at Mrs. Betty's for dinner. Take a quick shower and join them."  Jackson wasn't asking.  Mason training as a Sheriff, he knew when something was wrong.  He quickly headed into the house to take a shower.  Jackson gave me a tumbler glass and gave it a decent pour of whiskey.  He didn't say anything, and I was terrified.  There was wrong, and this was far past that.
Mason quickly exited the front door, got in his car, and headed to town.  Jackson turned to me, looked down at my drink.  "You're going to need that," he said in a flat tone.  The hair stood on the back of my neck.  I had never seen Jackson like this.  I finished my drink, Jackson refilled my glass.
"I am not your father, but I have some years on you.  I have seen abuse, tragedy, death, and cruelty.  What this family woke up to was destruction, brought by your hands.  I know you well to know your heart is in the right place.  But your head is up your ass."  Jackson asked if we could walk.  I stood up, and he did too.  The next thing I remember was waking up on the grass, ears ringing and my head throbbing.  Jackson was standing over me, blood on his hands.  I saw Mason tackle Jackson and cuff him. He was leaving Jackson on the grass to cool down.
Mason asked if I knew what provoked Jackson.  I had no idea.  I went inside the house to get some ice for my rapidly swelling face.  I saw Chris's phone sitting on the table.  Between the telephone and Jackson's furry, I knew that happened.  Chris was gone.  I fell to my knees.  The pain was too much for me to make a sound.  I heard Mason taking the cuffs off Jackson, telling him to go to Mrs. Betty's and calm down.
Mason came into the house.  He saw me on the floor.  "I guess you figured out why Jackson was so angry,"  I recommend you get what you need for work, but I would sleep somewhere else for a while.  The way Jackson tells it, they are all pretty heated.  I think it's best for everyone if you guys had some distance."  I nodded my head, went up to the bedroom, and got some clothes.  I got in the car and drove to the hotel.  The owner gave me a room, and I screamed into the pillow till I passed out.  I forgot how cold a bed was without Chris.  I needed to fix this but couldn't.  The only thing I knew was to throw myself into work.  The family and I worked fine, making the business a success.  The family was careful to keep the conversations only about the business.  They didn't want to say or do anything they would regret.
The next several months went by; the world had lost its color.
I was sitting at a table in the back of Mrs. Betty's.  I was slightly drunk, which was the only way I slept.  I drank till I passed out.  I had no home, no family, and no Chris.  I should have left, as Chris did.  I stayed, hoping he might come back.  After three months, the hope of him coming back was fading every day.  Mrs. Betty sat down. She took the whiskey and the glass off the table.  "I think you have had enough of this."  She set down a nice meal and a slice of apple pie.  "I am not hungry," I said, my head hanging low.  "I am not asking, and you will eat.  We will have pie.  You will talk to me.  I will leave you to eat, but we are going to talk when I get back.  If you don't want to talk, I will have Mason put you in a holding cell till you do."  Mrs. Betty walked away.  I hadn't eaten a complete meal in months.  Mrs. Betty came back, moved the plate to the other side of the table.  "You were too late; you took for granted one of the best men I have ever seen.  You lost him, possibly forever."  I looked up, "what do you mean possibly?"  Mrs. Betty had soft eyes, "you think anyone can get past Mrs. Betty."  I met him at the bottom of the mountain road.  I gave him a phone, making him promise to answer it if I ever called."  I looked up, "why haven't you called him? Don't you see how much I am suffering?"  She said in a harsh tone, "that's the problem, it is about your pain.  What about how much he hurt to run off at dawn.  I warned you. I thought you had more time.  I think you can still fix this, but it's going to be hard.  The entire family is willing to talk if you are willing to listen."  I pulled in a deep breath, "I am ready."  Mrs. Betty swiftly responded, "your half-drunk.  How about you put the bottle away, and we will have a family dinner here tonight.  You best show up sober."
I went back to my hotel room, poured out the half bottle of whiskey.  I went and took a long hot shower, my tears flowing with the water.  This time it wasn't my pain I was feeling. It was the pain I had inflicted on my family.  I finally got out of the shower, dried off.  I still had some hours before dinner.  I sat on the bed, staring at the walls.  The memories of Chris playing through my mind.  I knew I needed to hold onto those forever, he was gone.  It was about an hour before dinner.  I headed over to Mrs. Betty's to get some coffee in me.
I walked across the street and into Mrs. Betty's, turning toward my usual table.  I opened the door, there was Mrs. Betty, hugging Chris, thanking him for coming.  They both saw me.  I didn't know what to do.  I wanted more than anything to jump into his arms.  I didn't feel worthy of his love.  I apologized for interrupting, and I would come back for dinner.  I turned to leave.  Mrs. Betty said in a harsh tone, "you walk out that door, and you can keep walking till you are out of town."  I froze in my tracks.  I turned around and just stood just inside the doorway.  I didn't know what to do.  I watched Chris go to the large table in the back.
Mrs. Betty came over, taking me out of her doorway.  We went and sat down at a nearby table.  She had called Chris, and he agreed to come and listen.  He wasn't angry he was hurt. They all wanted to be a family again., but I had to be willing to change.  She wasn't chastising me.  Mrs. Betty said, "Go over there, shut up and listen.  They all love you.  That one over there more than the rest.  You have a chance to get it all back.  Don't get in your own way.  Now, go over and talked to him.  The family is running late."  I smiled, "they running late, or they waiting till you call them to come down."  Mrs. Betty smiled and walked back to the kitchen.
I took a deep breath, stood up, and went to sit across from Chris.  He sat there, stoned-faced.  I knew he was holding back his emotions.  I was going to let him lead the conversation. I sat and waited for Chris to speak.  Chris broke the silence, "fuck you," in a quivering voice.  "I had to walk away from everything and everyone I loved because you were too self-absorbed.  Fuck, You!  I had found a place where I belonged and was accepted and had to give it up to get away from you."  Chris was angry and heartbroken.  He was also correct.
I didn't interrupt. I let him spit his anger and hurt at me.  He needed to get it out, and I needed to hear it.  Chris's anger was running out of steam, but I couldn't forget the lesson.  I looked at him, my big lug.  "I am sorry, I can't justify what I did.  I don't even know why or when I started doing it.  What I can promise, I will work to get better."  Chris, on the verge of tears, "don't get better, just come back to us.  The family and I don't want to feel like your employees.  We didn't become what we are because we work for each other.  We became what we are because we love each other.  Lines will always get blurred; maybe that's something we should all work on."  I looked into his beautiful eyes, "are you going to stay for pie? It makes everything better."  We both started laughing and crying.  Chris came over, almost picking me up off the chair.  I don't know how long we stayed like that.
I started hearing the familiar sounds of the family entering the room.  It quickly sounded like a stampede when they saw Chris.  Each one was having their say in his leaving.  They all agreed I was a jackass, but that was no reason for him to walk out.  I think it hit Ashton and Jason the hardest.  We all sat down, Mrs. Betty bringing us more food than we could ever eat.  I wanted to hear my family talk and laugh. That was the sound I missed most.  The conversation died down; Jacob was the first to address me, "you succeeded yourself into your destruction.  You succeeded in saving the family by moving us here. You fixed the ranch, and you fixed the town.  Somewhere you forgot we are family, not staff.  You never mistreated any of us. You went from brother to boss.  I think I can speak for the group. We would take brother over the boss."  David spoke next, "we all love working together, but that means together.  Don't assume that Jacob wanted to do the same job here he did at the club; the same goes for Dean."  Dean interjected, "I like my job; please don't fire me, boss."  Everyone got the joke.
The family was a bunch of oversexed men with hearts too big for their own good.  When we worked together, we were a force. When things went off the tracks, it was epic.  We finished our dinner. Mrs. Betty came with a fresh apple pie, setting it down at the end of the table.  She cut a slice for each one of us matched with her homemade vanilla ice cream.  Things were always better with pie.

[Guest]

Part 31

That night I fell asleep in the arms of my big lug. That's where I wanted to be for the rest of my life.  I was back in Chris's arms in bed; before we fell asleep, he asked if we could have early morning coffee.  He wanted it to be just the two of us.  I couldn't think of anything I would like more.
I woke up; Chris was out of bed and started coffee.  We had several free-standing fireplaces built around the property.  Chris had created one, far enough from the house to have a private conversation.  There were two large rocking chairs, a small table placed between them.  We took the coffee carafe and went out to the fireplace.  It was cool, not quite a cold morning.  The fire and blankets made it a comfortable and warm place to be.
Chris and I talked. It was the first time in a long time we re-connected.  He told me why he left.  He wasn't mad. He was in too much pain.  I listened, hearing his pain in every word.  I set aside my feelings to understand his.
I couldn't believe the man that I loved so much I had inflicted so much hell.  I thought the amount of fighting and fucking was a barometer of the emotional health of the family.  I was wrong.  Chris finished his story, I didn't have words.  I went over to my big lug, and we hugged, a deep embrace where forgiveness was given, and a new beginning was born.
Chris and I had never talked about my evening at The Tom, where I let go of so much.  I should have talked to Chris. He didn't understand the scale of what happened.  That was the moment that I laid Tom to rest.  I thought that I had moved on. I had only moved to a new distraction.  I realized that I had been so busy, my family interactions were mostly a few discussions and fucking.
Jackson came walked down the grass. He was carrying a fresh pot of coffee, a cup, and a chair.  He asked if he could sit for a while and enjoy the morning.  There wasn't anything that we hid from family members.  Chris had asked for time alone. He didn't want me distracted.
Jackson sat, and we talked like we used to. We were sharing stories of our past, exciting adventures in our new home, and visions for the future.  One by one, the rest of the family joined.  We sat there enjoying the family comradery we had lost.  We had all been through so much, both good and bad, and our connections ran deep.  Mason was mainly quiet.  He would interject with questions that would fill in the gaps of how each of us became a member of this family.
I heard a car driving onto the complex. It was Brian, here to make breakfast.  He waved hello and went inside to start breakfast.  It wasn't long till we could smell bacon, eggs, gravy, and biscuits.  I made a joke that this eating was going to make us all fat.  Malik spoke up, between and hikes with Mason, you will need the carbs.  I hoped this was a good time to bring up the elephant in the room.  I looked at Malik, "should we all talk about it?  I have been in the hot seat long enough."  Malik to in a deep breath, and Shane hung his head low.  Jackson cut in before Malik could start.  "We don't judge, and we will support your guy's decision.  What we can all see is both of you hurting."  Malik shook his head in agreement.  Shane tried to walk away.  Chris's grabbed his arm and pulled Shane into his lap.  Chris took the pack of smokes from Shane's pocket and tossed them into the fire.  Chris moved Shane's head; they were face to face.  Kissing him on the cheek, Chris whispered, "we have had enough running away around here."
Malik told his story of their fighting and Shane leaving his ring on the weight bench.  I looked at Shane, "that's not the story you told me.  You told me Malik broke up with you."  Malik's bronze skin was taking on a red tint. He was getting angry.  Jackson saw it, "Malik, we are here to talk, not yell or say anything we regret.  If we can't get this sorted, we will take both of you to Mrs. Betty, and she can handle the two of you."  There was a quiet group giggle with the threat of Mrs. Betty.
Shane answered my question, "I didn't lie. I knew Malik did want me anymore."  I knew I could be thick.  Shane was taking it to a new level.  I haven't seen anyone fight as hard as Malik did for Shane.  Shane said that he had seen Dr. Nick trying to get steroids.  Dr. Nick flatly refused. There was no medical reason.  Dr. Nick did see that Shane was suffering from depression.  Malik was worried, "was doctor Nick able to help.  I love you. I want you to be as happy as you make me."  Malik said, holding back tears.  Shane said Dr. Nick had given him a prescription.  Dr. Nick made it clear that medication would "even the playing field, he still had to get out there and play."  I asked Shane if they helped.  "I don't know; I haven't taken them."  I knew Dr. Nick wasn't one to throw pills at problems. He knew Shane had a support system in us.  Dean interjected, "Shane, what can we do to help?  We will do anything. We love you."  "I am ashamed that I have to take something. No one else here takes any medication like this."  Chris pulled out his phone and opened a list.  "This is all the medication they tried on me to treat my condition and the depression that came with it.  If they helped, I would have happily taken them.  For me, it was the gym. I would put it all into every lift.  I found what works for me. If the medication works for you, that's fine too."  Shane sat processing the information.  Shane started to sob.  "I want to feel like I did when Malik proposed. The world fell away.  His proposal was the best moment of my life, and I have thrown it away."
Chris stood up, holding Shane in his powerful arms.  He carried the sad man to Malik.  "I think this belongs to you."  Malik smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek.  Chris put Shane into Malik's lap.  Malik pulled Shane's ring from his pocket.  "Will you marry me?"  Shane finally let it go, holding onto his man weeping his pain out.  The two clutched each other tightly.  Their road would still be bumpy, but this was a good start.
Brian set the picnic tables with a lavish breakfast.  Brian took after his mother.
We all ate, and our usual morning banter started coming back.  I had never asked what each family member wanted to do at the ranch.  I had assumed and handed out assignments.  I had some more listening to do.  "What did you want to do?  We could sell the property, make it a place to roam and fuck; what did the family want.  This question brought on a lot of discussion about both the gym and the ranch.  Chris loved the gym, but he wanted to be back at the ranch.  The conversation ended with the following roster:

Chris – Food & Service Management
Jackson – Pit Master / Construction Foreman
Jake – Assistant to Jackson in the pits and Construction oversight
Dean – General Manager of the Ranch
Jacob – Event Planner / Coordinator
Malik – Gym Manager
Ashton – Trainer
Shane – Gym Rat
Eric – Business Management
Mason – Town Sheriff
Jason – Deputy Sheriff
David – Trainer
Eddy – On-line and Technology Services (Town & Ranch)
Staff – 5 (former construction / live on property)
David – Assistant and Food Services

The final decision was to keep the property with the original vision.  Jacob recommended we scale back from the original concept.  He would plan two events a season, each with a dedicated theme.  This would give us plenty of time to spend as a family and throw large parties.  We all agreed.  Jacob's vision was the best of all worlds.
We heard Jason's patrol car pull up.  Brian had called him over for breakfast.
Jason was giving his overnight report to Mason.  Nothing major, just a few neighbor disputes.  Jason did stop a car speeding through town, and it wasn't a local.  Jason finished his report to Mason.  Mason asked the family could do any fundraising for the sheriff and fire department.  The influx of people created safety concerns.  There were always a few idiots in every crowd, and there wasn't a fire department.  The coming event would be a fundraiser, and all the revenue would go to creating a fire department and upgrades to the sheriff's department.  Looking at the sad state of the cruisers, they needed help.  Jacob said he knew a couple of car dealers.  Legally they couldn't donate the cars. They would sell them at cost.
The next event was our largest and last of the summer.  The annual "3P" event (Poppers, Pigs, and Poz) lasted the entire week.  The event started on Friday night, continuing through the week and ending on  the following Saturday.  Guests didn't have to leave the campsite till sundown on Sunday.
I had purchased a small passenger bus to take people into town.  Thing was responsible for the bus.  It would wash and drive the bus when not serving or working.  Ashton and Dean gave Thing plenty of time for his woodworking.  We turned Thing's home into a showroom for his woodwork and high-end items offered by the town.  Ashton and Dean were doing an excellent job of training Thing.  It did its job while being invisible.
The "3P" event was the only one of its type; it was for chasers, gifters, and guys that loved poz cock and holes.  We did require a recent STD test.  We had a strict policy of informed consent.  You put your legs up and let a poz top breed you; that's consent.  We didn't want anyone giving other bugs or infections.
The "3P" event was booked for two years in advance, with people booking for the next one before leaving.  We held a forty-percent reservation for only new patrons.  This practice would allow for new chasers and gifters to enter the event.
We worked with our vendor that created the poppers formula for the bathhouse.  They made several propriety blends for the ranch.  For the "3P" event, they would change the labeling.  A guest would select their preferred blend, the color of the label, and a plus or minus symbol on the front.  The popper bottles were to be worn at all times in public spaces.  The color would tell your position (top, bottom, vers).  Printed on the bottle was a large plus or minus sign to signify your status.  Nudity and public fucking were encouraged.  In the beginning, middle, and second to last day of "3P", we would hitch Thing to a post in the middle of the campground.  He would be in a gimp suit, only his hole and mouth exposed.  He was there for anyone to use.  A couple of times, he would piss cum out of his hole into Jacobs's mouth.  Thing quickly lost his gag reflex and had a big rubbery slop hole.
This year's "3P" we expanded, with the approval of the sheriff.  We did some tree clearing to accommodate 15 more patrons.  This meant that over one hundred pigs would be on the mountain.  The town didn't understand "3P," they knew that their stores were empty at the end of the week.
The family headed to Mrs. Betty's for dinner before the event.  After dinner, we would head back to the ranch for a family orgy.  The size of these events never left any time for fucking or family dinner.  Ashton and Dean made Thing stand naked, cock caged.  He could watch the family orgy but was never allowed to participate.  They did not consider him family; he was property.  There was one unspoken condition.  If a camper abused Thing, Chris would step in.  We had posted clear guidelines on the use and treatment of Thing.
We were having a lively dinner at Mrs. Betty's.  We were happy and a little loud.  Some of the locals came in to see what was going on.  All of the women in town were careful to be proper "ladies."  Nothing wrong with that, but I knew a freak when I saw one.  There was a younger woman that joined our little dinner party.  She let it slip; it was her birthday.  I caught the glint in Malik and Ashton's eye when they heard her.  Malik walked over to the young woman.  How about we take you to the gym, invite some of your friends, and we can have a little bachelorette-type birthday party.  The strippers are free."  Mrs. Betty came around the corner. "You are not going to take this woman to that gym of yours, and you can have your party here.  I have cake."  I pulled Malik close. "You dance that tight ass off. I want cake."  I told the girl to call her friends, and we will have a birthday bash.  It didn't take long before the little cafe had many "ladies," eager to see the men lose their clothes.
The music started, the alcohol flowed, and the men teased these women mercilessly.  My boys knew how to move.  I saw Ashton and Dean grinding on Mrs. Betty.  I knew the party would start here and end with pig orgy the minute we hit the ranch.  I called Thing. It brought down the bus.  No one should be driving home tonight.

[Guest WelshBBCigarFuck]

@Navi38 another couple of great chapters, I’m glad Chris is back. I check the site several times a day to see if there is an update, keep up the great storyline and thank you for doing it.

[Guest]

15 minutes ago, WelshBBCigarFuck said:

@Navi38 another couple of great chapters, I’m glad Chris is back. I check the site several times a day to see if there is an update, keep up the great storyline and thank you for doing it.

Then you need to keep a cum counter, how many time you have spilled your seed and to what sections.  I have to give my readers what they want.

[Guest WelshBBCigarFuck]

10 minutes ago, Navi38 said:

Then you need to keep a cum counter, how many time you have spilled your seed and to what sections.  I have to give my readers what they want.

I’m enjoying all of the story, the same as I have enjoyed the previous stories, I wouldn’t want to influence the way that you write and hopefully neither would anyone else - I think the comments you have had from myself and others previously show you are giving us what we want as it is, no changes necessary.

[Guest]

Section 32

"3P" was getting started. The entire family wore the same uniform.  That made it easy for guests to find us.  Jacob had the tailor make leather chaps, harness, and black jocks with the ranch logo embroidered in white on the pouch.  The jockstraps had become the most requested item.  We were constantly running out, and we would also get orders on the website.  The tailor opened a shop and hired all the local seamstresses.  It was funny to think about the ladies of the town making fetish gear.  I don't think they minded the paychecks.  Our branded products were constantly selling out.
Walking around "3P" in our uniform was difficult.  Only that you couldn't go fifteen feet without someone wanting to park their cock in your hole.  Guys would ask if I was poz or neg. I often responded, "do you care?"  There is a limit to how much I can cum in a day.  Usually, after the first day, everyone in the family becomes strict bottoms.
We hard started a habit of taking cum, and once we were full, go into the house and empty it into a large glass.  Jacob would have his cum and cookies before bed.  It wasn't all work. Several of our repeat customers knew my pension for poppers.  One of them had purchased a popper mask.  I remember being picked up off a table by Chris, lost a popper fog.  A few guests got a little overzealous with the mask, and I had been taking cock for 5 hours.  Chris came to put my hole to bed after it was drained for Jacob.  I remember waking up in the middle of the night, putting my hand to my hole.  I could feel it lose and twitching.  I slid my fingers into it, started to fuck myself.  Chris, barely awake, handed me a butt plug.  "Shove this in and go back to sleep. I am exhausted."
It was the middle of "3P" and the second time to hitch Thing to the middle of the campground.  It had become a type of ritual.  Guests were waiting around the post that Thing would be locked too.  They would use his holes, stuffing him with cum.  I got the feeling that on "Thing Days," they all saved their loads for Thing.  It would come into the house, place a large empty glass against its hole.  A stream of cum would spew from his gaping hole.  Thing didn't add to the family glass; there was too much.  Those nights Jacob would skip the cookie, he would be full from the volume of cum.
The family strain had become infamous, working well for our money-raising purposes.  We did it as a raffle, $500 for a ticket.  If you win, you get to be pozzed by the family member of your choice.  We selected winners till we ran out of family members.  It was for a good cause, and the guests didn't mind the price.
I was raffled off to a beefy furry stud; he was covered in dense hair.  Most of the family shaved wax or was mostly smooth by nature.  I enjoyed some fur to bury my face in.  I could tell he had showered this morning, taken a few loads today.  He asked if we could go back to his area. He was in the smoking section of the grounds.  There were a lot of cigar pigs, and we hosted a cigar and whisky tasting event during the fall.  That's when the bears came out to play.  I was certain he was one of our regulars for that week.  He asked if I minded him smoking a cigar while I munched on his hole.  He didn't need to ask twice, a big furry fuck stud and a cigar.  He didn't need to buy my load, and he could have it for free any time.
I heard him lighting the cigar. I could smell its intoxicating smoke.  I took a hit of my poppers, and resumed munching his hole.  The combination of poppers, fur, musk, and the cigar was making me ravenous.  The taste of cum in his hole was making the experience even better.  I didn't see if he was poz or neg.  I pulled my face just long enough to ask.  "I am neg, only taking neg loads.  I have been holding out to get the family strain.  You toxic enough to do the job?"  He replied.  I said I would give him several loads before the event was over.  This fuck pig would be my pozzing project.  I went back to slobbering on his hole.  I stood up and lined my weapon up with his hole.  With a single, consistent push, my pubes met his.  The dense fur of his ass, hiding the root of my cock.  The stud fuck let out a grunt as I bottomed out in his hole.  I fuck this pig in every position, from long strokes to brutal pounding.  He could take anything I was throwing while holding a cigar.  I fucked several loads into him.  I dug my fingers into his ass, pushing my seed into his walls.  I wanted my bugs breeding in this big furry fuck pig.  Just before I left, "same time tomorrow?"  He had a questioning look.  "You paid for the family bug. I am going to make sure you get it.  Have that furry hole back here at the same time tomorrow."  I walked away with a smile and the scent of his musk on my face.

[Skanman]

So glad the family is back together and everything is right again. 
 

I always look forward to seeing the next part of the story and always amazed when I find more than one has been published. 

So thankful for your ongoing efforts to keep our cocks hard and our juices flowing!!

[Txvers]

Thank you for bringing back Chris. Would not have been the same without him

[pozpopperpig]

YAY!  Chris is back!  Pie seems to be the new cake sometimes, digging that!  Great chapters also!  LOVE!

[Guest]

Section 33

I continued my walk across the campground.  Someone grabbed my harness, pulling me backward.  I felt a hard raw cock sink into my hole.  I took a hit of my poppers, and braced myself. I enjoyed the stranger pumping in my already cum hole.  During one of these events, it was common for everyone in the family to get regularly impaled on cock.  We saw it as our duty to ensure the happiness of our guests.  The truth was, we were fuck pigs.  We never turn down cock.  I didn’t hear my stranger cum, but he finished using my hole.  I continued my walk through the campground.  I didn’t have anywhere to be, and it was a good time to check in on our guests.  I came across a large, very expensive coach.  Considering these rigs went for over a million dollars, we only had a few guests that owned them.  I looked through one of the windows, and it was wall-to-wall pigs in an orgy.  There was a man in the middle, and these hogs were licking, sucking, rimming, kissing, and drinking his piss.  There were almost ten men taking turns servicing this stud in every way one could imagine.  I looked a little more closely, and it was Shane.  He was having a great time.  This orgy was the first time I didn’t Shane as the sad man.

One of the guys motioned me to come in. I stepped in and closed the door.  The man tried to get me in on the action.  I asked if he minded if I just watched.  He said, “no problem.”  I watched Shane’s legs go into the air, and the distinctive moan of someone breaching your rings.  I saw another man straddle Shane and lower himself onto Shane’s cock.  Pigs were working his pits, nips, and foot worship.  I never saw Malik worshiped like that.  Shane was in hog heaven, enjoying the moment.

I watched as Shane moved with the cock pumping his hole and the tongues working his body.  He was pushed toward an intense orgasm.  I heard the man fucking Shane release his seed.  Take my toxin pig, let my seed mix with your family sting.  The man riding Shane’s cock knew what he was doing.  He directed the other men to Shane’s nipples.  Shane’s nipples were a fast way to his cock.  The man riding Shane’s cock was begging for his sting.  He wanted the family DNA.  I watched as Shane’s balls drew-up and his cock twitched in the man’s hole.  Shane was laying seed in the man’s fertile and welcoming hole.  Shane came down from his orgasm. The group helped him to his feet.  I walked over and dropped to my knees, bending Shane over.  I sucked the toxic cum from his fuck hole.

Shane and I left the coach, both of us satisfied for the moment.  I took a moment to find out how Shane was doing.  Shane was having a rough time quitting smoking.  He decided, every time he wants a cigarette, he would get some cock.  “You are trying to have the craving fucked out you?”  I asked.  “Yep,” he replied.  “I think I am having another craving,” he walked toward another group gang bang. He was quickly the center of attention.  Shane was having a good time, and maybe he was getting past his issues.  Malik passed the group worshiping his fiance.  He stood next to me, “you think he will ever see himself the way we see him?”  “I hope so, but you two have a wedding to plan.”  They weren’t the ones planning their wedding.  I knew it was Jacob.

The campers were starting to wind down the evening.  This time was usually when the family would have a nightcap, taking our cummy holes to bed.  We were often too tired and too fucked out for an orgy.  The most erotic thing we could do was sleep.

The “3P” event was coming to a close; the amount of fucking always increased toward the end.  Thing was locked to his post.  He was never left alone long before he had a cock down his throat or up his hole.  The family spread out across the campground to help guests pack up or packing a final load into a hole.  The last night of every event, we brought the entire camp together; if the weather was nice, clothing was discouraged.  “3P” was more than just a pig play event.  This event gave a community a place to gather without judgment.  We had a “camp drink.”  We had all top shelf and non-alcoholic drinks for the evening.  Everyone would sit around a large fire and exchange stories.  This sitdown gave chasers one last push for more DNA.  Once the fire died down, chasers had a dedicated space to offer their neg holes.

The next morning we helped guests exit the property, unhooking rigs, emptying tanks and the rest.  We loved what we did.  We also loved seeing the last set of tail lights going down the mountain.  The family worked into the night, cleaning and closing the ranch.  We were going to the properties for a couple of days, leaving first thing in the morning.