The Chalet

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It was difficult for me to plan anything during the holidays. Any idea of me going back home to see my parents or friends out of state was a no-no. I was already interning from home & any possibility of me having to quarantine in order to travel would be unlikely. The city was still in semi lockdown and most bars and restaurants had a capacity limit. I was always on bbrt, finding for an easy lay or a quick pump and dump. Most of the guys I find would always be on PrEP or Undetectable. Most were also very vanilla with little kinks and the ones who party seem to tweak too much for my liking. I was also into old guys, guys who were real and not superficial. Who knew how to fuck like animals. Who had a few limits in fucking. Long sessions too. I was pretty choosy but I couldn't help it, I was a 27 y/o Asian Masters student who had a great ass and a sculpted body. TA allowance covered my gym and I made no waste in making sure I was fuckable. Another part of the allowance however, let me enjoy my vices that I call Tina.

Perhaps every 2 or 3 months I would go on an adventure, smoking a rock and spend the night wanking or finding a quick fuck in the bathhouses. Usually it's just the pump and dump. Very rarely do I get to be a cumdump. Plus, with the pandemic in the background, I doubt there were that many guys that were fond of getting raunchy.

During the peak of the pandemic, at the start of summer, I was refreshing my BBRT profile and received a new message. It was from a MrLoup68. His profile photo showed a man of 6'0 with defined abs but was very thin. His biceps protruded from his arms and his shoulder bone was defined. Still very hot. He was wearing a pair of leather chaps and a necklace that had a biohazard amulet. He was also clean shaven and had a goatee. In the photo, he was winking.

First Message: Nice profile. What are you into?

I ignored as I couldn't believe how lucky I was getting.

Second Message: Photos Unlocked!

I opened his profile and there were about 8 locked photos of him in different sex positions, all him topping different guys. Missionary, doggy, outdoor. All the guys he was fucking had an expression of ecstasy. For a while, I felt like I wanted to be in that gallery. There were also photos of him stroking his cock, about 7 inch with a PA attached. I was hard looking at it.

I unlocked my photo and replied to his first message:

Bryan94: Nothing serious. Sometimes quick fun, sometimes longer session. Depending on who I'm with. You party?

It was something I'd always ask. Party. If they don't, then I don't have that much expectations. If they do, you don't know what you're getting into, especially with how crazy some of them can get when they're tweaked up. For some reason, given his age and I guess assumed experience, I didn't have to worry that much.

MrLoup68: How long? I have a chalet out of town. Party supply included. T, G, MDMA, you tell me. I don't have much time to talk.

Knowing that my finals were done and that I have 3 weeks before summer class starts, I immediately replied

Bryan94: Free for a week starting from today. How far are you? Are you legit? I'm Bryan.

MrLoup68: About 40 mins outside of Montreal. I can pick you up. Video call me 514-***-***  - Jérome

I stared at the message for a while, contemplating on what I was about to do. If I don't do this, then I'm probably going to waste my time rewatching Netflix or wank to those porn playlists I've had bookmarked. I had no responsibilities so why shouldn't I take the opportunity?

I closed my laptop and decided to go to bed. Jérome's message was sent at 10:34 PM and for 4 hours his numbers were dancing on my mind. A few minutes before 2 AM, in my bed with little eye shut, I took off my clothes, wore my jock and turned on the lamp. I decided to call him. If he doesn't answer, it's a sign I should call it off.

Within 3 Rings, he answered, panting while stroking his dick, attaching his phone to a better angle.

"That took a while, hein?" Jérome was now looking at me while toying his dick, like a joystick. It was enormous.

"Don't worry, I'm just edging, saving for the right boy that's coming up to my chalet. Have you given a thought yet?"

"Hey, yeah, wow, you're hot, haha damn I don't know...can I trust you?"

Jérome then gave his dick a slow stroke and  picked up his phone, now focusing on me.

"What's the worst thing that could happen, boy? You like long sessions and some partying, I've the resources and the time. Or are you just the kind of coy choosy Asian that walks out from these situations, never daring to take risks."

His racism was subtle, but excused because he was right. I don't take that much risks given the career path I've chosen and it is deeply ingrained in the culture I grew up with that being risk averse was looked upon, with little dissent. I was a quiet boy, never revealing much about myself. Even if my sexuality is known, not many people would refer to me as that gay guy, I was coincidentally the gay guy they knew. Though I am grateful for how I've hidden myself, keeping my drug habit a secret and my desires on the low. It seems like for Jérome, I was just another guy he could screw around with. I took it as a challenge to see him instead, proving him wrong and giving myself a bit of dignity to actually take some form of risk.

"What do you mean? I just started talking to you. You're right, everything checks out fine. I'm interested to see this chalet of yours. Let's do it. I'm game. When do you wanna meet?"

"We can leave tomorrow morning, reach in the afternoon and get ready for the night. One week with you and I'll change your life. When I pick you up tomorrow, I will tell you the rules and the limits of what we'll do so we're both clear on what we want. You want that reassurance, right?"

"Yes, I do." I smiled looking at him.

"Good. I'm not into violating anyone, just putting them in their right place so if you do not agree with any of the points I bring up tomorrow, I can drop you off at the village's bus station to head back to the city. No questions ask, 100% respect."

"Alright. Here's my address. See you tomorrow."

"Good, slut."

He hung up and I started to light a bowl. I'm going to get ready early to not back down last minute. I shaved my arms and my legs, packed the best jocks I had and also took some butt plugs I had collected. This was going to be a long session I thought, so the beads were also in the travel bag.

I sat in my living room watching porn while fantasizing what I was going to experience while I waited for Jérome. I was tweaked and weak for any form of attention a man would give. The sun's ray started to slit through the blinds and I realized that Jérome was going to come soon. By 10 AM, I saw a black silverado pulling up, windows tinted. I walked up, gaining the courage from the rocks I've been smoking and opened the door, facing one of the hottest man I've seen. Everything I wished how a matured man I wanted would look, Jérome had it. Though his body pic looked toned and skinny, his face was sharp and his eyes were hazel. His eyebrows arched in a way that was compelling you to make eye contact with him. Nose sharp and ears were pierced on the right side only. His goatee did no justice during the video call. His whole stature, in the drivers seat, turned me on.

"Nice to meet you, Bryan. You seem like you pack a lot. Fit. Good looking. I can tell that ass has been tight and from your eyes, you're dying for me to this rod of mine in your mouth. I got very lucky."

"No I did. Sorry for rubbing the wrong way last nite, it's hard for me to talk to people sometimes."

"No worries. I'm a very direct and straightforward person. You just listen to me for the whole ride and think about what you're getting into. How bout that Bryan?"

"Sure, uh, Jérome. What do you prefer?"

"Sir, daddy, monsieur, master. Call me daddy and I'll call you son. Call me Sir and I'll call you boy. You like that, boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

I threw my duffel bag in the backseat and closed the door as Jérome started steering into the Décarie expressway.

The radio played techno music and he started talking, in an extremely charismatic way. He had a strong French Canadian accent, but his grammar and choice of words were tactile that made him possess a sort of permanent charm.

"Now, I've done this a few times before, and mostly, I am very lucky. Out of the 8 people I've brought to my chalet, only one decided to leave when we reached the village and that's because he was about to overdose. God bless Ben. Ben came back though the next month and I guess right now I've a 100% success rate with all the boys of your kind."

I'm not surprised that this is a regular thing for Sir. I just wanted to know what I was getting myself into.

"For the next week, was it a week you said boy?"

"Yeah, til next Sunday, or Monday, doesn't matter."

I was already preparing to take 3 days to recuperate from whatever experience Jérome was bringing me into.

"Yes, so for a week, I'm going to, how do I put it simply...break you. I'm going to test your limits because I see it in you. Even through the video calls I could tell that you're a very shy person that has a lot of hidden desires, don't you?"

Sir started caressing my thighs while his eyes were fixed on the road. He was still speaking and had his right hand around my ears. I recoiled in excitement, listening to him continue.

"First day, I'm going to teach you how to act like a slut, a boy or a slave. How to serve me cause we're looking for long sessions right? You're going to earn your T and your water, by following my instructions precisely. You will be used by me for the rest of the week, or maybe I'll get some of my friends to try you out. You will accept my friends. They're part of the group I'm in that you have a chance of joining."

"I'm also positive, with a high VL and strong restraint to antiviral meds. Because of this, I'm also the leader of this group I have, being the main carrier of this strain that the members of this group, or brotherhood now carry. Whether you will pass on my legacy or not, is something that is uncertain because there have been boys that never successfully joined, and are now living regular lives, out of the thrill that we have. These regular gays take PreP, preach monogamy and have dogs in place of children to fulfill their boring lives that people like us found uninteresting. To live like a hetero. What a shame!"

I listened and saw how focus Sir was, continuing.

"Not me, not us, that's why we do the things we do, right? Little limits to our sexual freedom and certainly to who we give ourselves to. Now if we discuss actual limits, I am against blood and certainly excrement with the except of piss. Chem piss only. Any normal piss will be dismissed. Are you still following me, Bryan?"

"Yes."

"Good. No questions. Not much of a talker. I like that. Those are the best kind of boys we get. So yes, you surrender yourself to me for the next one week. No permanent physical damage will be inflicted upon you but it is up to you to set what you can and can't take. I will list mine and you are free to list anything that you would not prefer. With a limit of 5.

1. Tools I will use on you include a whip, candles, ropes, clips, and shaving clippers. There's more, but I will hear yours first.

2. Nothing permanent will be inflicted upon you with the exception of whipmarks and minimal scars.

3. If pain is not a factor for you, then I am open to the possibility of tattooing too.

I listened to Jérome's criteria carefully and thought of somethings I would not tolerate. Scat and blood were already there, but were there anymore? Looking back, I was arguably inexperienced and I've only been in a playroom once or twice. Even fisting was something that I had wanted to try.

"I have no reservations. They sound good. I've never some of what you mentioned before. Are you going to go gentle, Sir?"

"At first, boy, at first. But remember, I am going to break you so you will tolerate some of the extremes. I think with a little help of the party supplies, you'll be well taken care of." Jérome now looked at me, winked and went in for a kiss as we exited the freeway, waiting for the green light at the intersection. Realizing that we're already in the village, Jérome let out, "So?" after tonguing me for quiet some time. Before the light turned green, I answered.

"Yes, break me, Sir."

"That's the way, boy."

Jérome then thought to himself how easy it was for him, how years of experience and knowledge in figuring out the psyche of a true party slut had given him the advantage of building his clandestine cabal of positive men who fuck other men. It was selective and seductive.

The truck turned into a narrow road, with a signboard that said Lac and an arrow pointing on it. We reached a decent chalet covered in woods, a few yards away from the lake. Summer just started so the sun was increasingly radiant. We took our things and head to the door. Before entering, Jérome clicked the keys to lock the car and put his hands on my shoulder.

"There's no going back once we're in the house. I've recorded your agreement during our ride just in case. Are you absolutely certain you are ready for this?"

Still tweak up, I just wanted to get fucked at that moment but I was still grounded in some form of reality. Do I really want this? Yes, it's a desire that I have that's trying to be released.

"Very well. Come in, boy."

 

 

 

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The chalet had a layout like any other chalet you find, standard floor plan with a living room and 2 bedrooms. However, the decor that it had was fascinating. There were framed black and white photos Jérome fucking, hung on the walls. Different sizes and shots mostly focused on his or the bottom's expression. I got to give credit to the photographer who took the photos as it wasn't purely smut, it was actual erotica. In the hallway  leading to the main bedroom, lined a series of portraits of different guys staring blankly, clearly tweaked or on something. Each held a board that resembled a mug shot sign, indicating their name, age and loads taken with the date. I counted 8 photos lining up opposite each other in the hallway. Sir joked that mine would probably be on the door.

"It's 1 PM. I'll give you an hour to settle in. Wear anything you want and have a look at the itinerary. Remember, no refusals at all. Any questions?"

"What do you prefer I wear, Sir?" I opened my bag and laid down the attire I had.

"None of that fruity shit. You want what I want you to wear? Follow me."

I followed Sir to the closet door and he took out a chest with a label "Mark Boy #4" on it.

"You got a great body, an athletic one, reminds me of a jock I knew."

A black football helmet with a biohazard sign on the back was put on me with an elastic jock pulled through my legs. The label on the band said "SLUT" in bold and italic. I could tell it wasn't washed from the crystalized dry cum that scrotum pad had. I then had to put on a pair of white high knees sock with black striped that contained99 followed by a pair of damaged Adidas Stan Smith. A leather shoulder pad was also put on over me that had hooks. I guess it also doubled as a harness. Finally, Sir attached a pair of kneeguard on me. 

"So that those knees don't fail on ya ;)"

 

"You still have 10 minutes. Make the most of it before we start."

I decided to go to the kitchen, opening the case laid on the counter to rejuvenate myself. A bottle of pre-made G at set measurement. A bag of T shards and a clean glass pipe.

"Take as much as you need, you'll be begging me for more after this. And only I will control your intake. Except for this though. I'm not that unforgiving"

A bottle of poppers tied to an armband was thrown to me. I secured it on my left arm, accessible at any time.

I did a few hits of T and swallowed the G, inhibiting myself a bit.

"When you're ready, make yourself comfortable in the living room."

The clock was 2.55, I assumed that at 3, my breaking will commence. Sir came out of the bedroom, slowly dimming the lights and closing the shutters, making night fall in a split second within these walls. The same techno music started to play. It was soothing, repetitive and had hints of chanting. Very spiritual too. I was laying down on the sofa and stared at the ceiling, appreciating the dark colorful lights coming from the projector and slowly closed my eyes waiting for Sir, or Jérome, I didn't know. The names started to lose meaning and I could tell I was starting to lose myself.

 

"Boy!"

I jolted and stood straight on the armchair, now processing what I'm seeing. Sir was standing above of me, holding an hourglass that was on the coffee table while having a hit.

"T-Minus 30 seconds, boy, you're going to be transformed soon. "

I didn't realise that during my short doze, Sir managed to tie me up and pushed me off the chair, kneeling in front of him. The G was quite something.

 

 

I was now my knees, trying to maintain my posture when Sir attached his final ornament on me, a collar. While tightening it, he assured me that it wouldn't affect my breathing and that until the collar is off, I am obligated to obey him. As I responded with Yes, Sir, Jérome closed my mouth with his and shotgun a hit, sending me to cloud 9.

"As I mentioned, I control your intake tonight."

My eyes lit up and I could only respond with nods and agreements to whatever Sir was starting to say,

"Your ass is going to get worked by daddy, right son?"

"Daddy's going to see how bad you've been, smoking T behind daddy's back, you've been a naughty slut haven't you?"

"You going to take daddy's friend's dick? Let them breed you too? More variety in your gut now son?"

"Daddy's going to breed you well boy, you're a good sport, I can see that, winning in the field, now you're winning daddy's dick."

"You want my poz load in you boy? Daddie's friends poz load too...?"

Every taunt that Sir said, I responded in Yes, Sir or Yes, Daddy.

"You're going to obey Sir and lisen to Daddy, right Bryan?"

That sent me of the edge in trying to tell who's who. He was masterful in his seduction. I just shouted Yes!

"Very well, slut."

After whispering and taunting me while caressing my head, Sir began to play with my hole. I could feel index finger and the nail, longer than usual, invading me. It was dry at first, but Sir then covered his finger with some shards and coconut oil to make his special lube. The second time his finger was in me, I could only moan in pleasure. I didn't notice that he already had 3 fingers in me, telling me that this feeling isn't going to last forever.

"From extreme pleasure to extreme pain, that's how I break you, boy. Cause after this, the only pleasure that you seek and the pain you avoid will come from me."

After having my hole inspected and laced with T, Sir took out a pair of clippers and attached it to my nipples, sending me to a series of screams and adjustment. I now understand what Sir is going to do. This isn't just a test to see if I can be a part of Sir's group but also a chance for me to prove to Sir that I deserve to be the one with the portrait hung on the main door. I wailed momentarily and said Thank You Very Much, Sir.

With the clips adjusting itself to my nipples, I began to also slowly have a hard on forming. Rarely does this happen to me on T. At first sight, Sir slapped my jock pouch and squeezed it, making me yelp more. It was then flaccid again. I was still stood on the floor, but arched with Sir's hand examining my hole.

"Bonne salope." Sir said with both his hands now on my ass. He dived in to tongue my hole and slowly rimmed me, letting the lube leak out of my hole, massaging it and electrifying the nerves around my sphincter. I can't even try to describe or even retell the pleasure I felt. It's as if my hole had a new purpose of being devoured by Sir. Slowly, I was surrendering part of me to Jérome.

For around 20 minutes, Sir did not stop and once he was satisfied, he strike a slap on my ass cheek, releasing a moan from me.

"Time for pain. Remember, pleasure, and pain boy."

A cane was then taken from the ottoman opposite of the coffee table. 3 different lengths, 3 different strengths. The first one was light, the second was relatively painful, and the third one made from rattan and leather left me in tears. Strokes of Sir's hit left symmetrical cut marks on both my ass cheeks. There was only dried blood and Sir didn't stop hitting as he told me to "Not worry, as it'll dry out. Remember, no turning back." Sir made sure that I remember my decision to do this and I had no regrets. The pain evened out the pleasure. I was exploring a side I didn't know I had with Jérome. For the next 3 hours, in the living room, I was disciplined with the cane on the feet, ass and my back. In return, I got rimmed and finally fisted by Sir.

After the final hit that left my back in cuts that were now slowly letting out blood, Sir came up to me and told me that my ass is calling his fist. But before answering, he needs to be sure that I can accommodate other things first.

From my bag, Sir took out the largest dildo and feigned a laugh. Not big enough. He went to the drawer and pulled out a row of his collection, made from polished stainless steel. Built to withstand any ass muscle. The first dildo he inserted felt like it weight more than a pound, cooling my insides as the heat from my body acclimatize to the toy. Sir pulled in and out, easing my ass clenching to it. The second dildo Sir used had a bigger girth and I could now feel my hole dilating. I started to moan and begged Sir to go further.

"Yes, son, that's the way, let's stretch out your hole now, daddy's here."

Jérome alternating between Sir and Daddy had catalyzed this strong feeling and attraction I had toward him. It's not just the repressed daddy issues that was now beginning to manifest, it was also the submissive nature I take pleasure in. I knew that despite everything that Jérome will do to me for the next couple of days, I will accept it with grace. Anything. I am now his, I thought, with the 2nd toy's base finally being enclosed by my sphincter.

"Goood boy!"

The dildo was then pulled with great force that I yelp out another series of pain and moan that could be either pain or pleasure. I knew that I was learning and most of all, obeying what Sir Jérome, or Daddy, or Master tells me to do.

The third toy was now larger, with a bigger girth and resembled two attached dildos, as if used for double penetration. I thought receiving it wouldn't be as hard but because my sphincter was already torn, I still had to endure the gap between the two shaft had in me. I was now moaning and panting, something Sir took pleasure in witnessing.

"There boy, toy no. 3 makes it feel as if you're getting 2 dicks. By Thursday, you'll be getting 3 inside you. Real ones. I'm also getting you ready for more."

I continued to moan and thank Jérome, letting out a request this time to get a hit, seeing that the pain was overtaking the pleasure.

"Ah ah boy, not until I say so. You gotta earn your hit."

With that, he stroked the double dildo into me and slapped my ass hard. This time, he was wearing a leather glove.

I wasn't sure how long the pain lasted but I did remember suddenly having my attachments loosen up and being laid on the sofa. Panting, Jérome gave me some water that he was drinking and passed me a pipe to do my first hit in 2 hours. The wave is back I thought and I was now adjusting myself on the sofa. Still in the sports gear, I can't believe how far my ass was worked by Jérome. The TV above the fireplace was then turned on and I watched a recording of myself. It seemed as if there were cameras placed at the corner of the ceiling and by the window, difficult to see from the regular eye but hidden in certain ornaments and decorations that were strategically placed to give a camera view that would rival most studios.

Before I was done with my 3 hit, Sir attached a gag ball with a hole and jammed his flaccid dick into me, letting me savor his shaft for the first time. Salty from the sweat and humidity we were in, mixed with a taste of G that he probably rinsed with. Sir held my head in a still position and began to relief himself, letting his piss flow in my throat as I mindlessly gulped. The taste at first was strong and pungent but then I got used to it. My heart began to pound even more and I could tell that the chems that Sir had were now being metabolized by me. In a way, what we were doing wasn't short of sustainable.

I was still in control as Sir assured me that the previous boys he had were already shivering. Sir took off the gag and held my head, pecking me softly and kissing me, tasting the piss stains from my lips and cheeks, spitting back into me and finally pulling the nipple clamps off. I could only screech in relief.

"We're now going to take a little break cause it's almost night time. Well actual night time I mean."

7 PM. How time flies. 12 hours ago, I was getting ready for something I didn't have any idea on. 6 hours ago, I had my hole fingered and now, a few minutes ago, I had drank someone's piss for the first time. I can slowly feel myself breaking my old shell, satisfied at my decisions and having zero regrets. I collected myself on the sofa and took the envelope with the itinerary.

Sunday

2 PM - 7 PM - Introduction / Hole Play

7 PM - 8:30 PM - Intermission

8:30 PM - 2:30 AM - Sling, Bondage & Whips

Monday

2:30 AM - 6:30 AM - Recovery

9:00 AM - 3:00 PM - Introduction to Members

The description was vague and kinda useless as I didn't know what was going to happen exactly. When will Sir fuck me? When will I get bred? These were my current desires that I had to immediately obtain. I guess making me anticipate would only intensify the accomplishment I'll get. Perhaps I will be rewarded with a fuck. Or maybe I will be humiliated more, suffering from more forms of torture that Sir wants. In the heat of uncertainty, I was still horny and most of all feeling great with the substances that Sir fed me. To keep my hole clean and proper, I wasn't allowed to eat but only consume liquid. Thankfully, there was no urge to do a no. 2 as Sir was also keen on douching me regularly during our time.

The clock hit 8 PM and I was still seated in front of the fireplace, observing the way I was getting my hole worked. I took mental notes on how to gyrate myself better, making it easier for Sir to reach me and feel me. It was enlightening to watch myself in this way. Sir passed by me and then switch the video, showing me the previous boy he had. Apparently, it was his final night, after being confirmed to be a part of the group. It was a short clip, probably 3 minutes max, of a boy, probably early 20s, latino with a nice bubble butt, bouncing on two old guys dick. Moans of pleasure and yeah's by men surrounding him encouraged him to fuck himself on the two guys, with Sir finally asking the boy whether He's grateful to be a part of the brotherhood, aiming to foster its growth and longevity of his strain. The boy, fixated on Sir while moving his hips up and down, responded I'm fucking grateful to be the latest member of the brotherhood and that I will fulfill its mission when it is finally sealed.

The next cut of the video showed the boy, now in clothes, opening an envelope, and then showing the letter to the camera, with his results being positive. The video ends with Sir holding up his chin, congratulating and telling him, "Bienvenue dans la fraternité, Daniel." Daniel could only smile as he picked up a board detailing his name, Daniel Hernandez, age, 23, and date of membership, 13 July 2019. This is when his portrait is taken, first upper torso, then side profile with his clothes off. His body had a narrow scorpion tattoo now on the neck, with the tail trailing from the navel. The boy looked completely fucked, with a buzzcut and defined eyebrows but satisfied. I could envision me in the same position soon. Maybe a biohazard tattoo behind my neck like some guys have. Or on my chest, with both my nipples pierced.

"Intermission's over, boy. Like what you saw?" Sir came back with ropes and locks of chains in his hand.

Not only did I like what I saw, I envied it. I wanted to be better than Daniel and make Jérome take a fat drag after he's done with me.

"Where is Daniel now?"

"Ottawa. Not that far. He stung 2 guys, both willingly, both in university. Not far from your likes, I suppose. He was a good fuck. A bit loud though. I guess you're better in that aspect..." Sir now laid down the ropes on the table and slowly made me wear ankle and armbands with hooks.

"It's time for us to head to the bedroom now, no sleep of course."

My outfit this time changed, and rather than the jock theme earlier, it was now more leather. A leather jock, boots, harness and mask with only a mouth hole were what I had to change into. I was a bit relief that the stench of Sir's piss was no longer a problem.

Without any sight, I was guided into the room and holstered on to what I suppose was a sling. The eyezip of the mask was then opened and I could see myself hung beneath a platform mirror. The bedroom had mirrors on each side of the walls in addition to the ceiling, with porcelain tiles arranged in a circular manner, making the person on the sling its centerpiece. Sir had lit up candles and I was leaning on to the possibility that things are starting to get sensual. But I stand corrected as Sir now started to tie my limbs tightly and with no mercy, making me screech again while I try to figure out what was going to happen to me.

Since I was still wearing the mask, Sir had also manage to put a sort of oxygen mask on me that was attached to a glass bong, lighting it up as I respired.

Once again, I felt the hit and became defenseless to what Sir is about to do to me...

[joboy_xxx]

Great story and writing more please....

[damsonffpig]

great writing, gagging for more ......

[DCWildBtm]

Awesome. Great writing!

[sexylilwhtboi]

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A wooden paddle slammed against my buttocks. Again, Sir said. The force of the paddle was excruciating. I was suspended in the sling, tied to all kinds of knots wearing a mask that only revealed my eyes and mouth. The mesh covering my nostrils made it difficult for the poppers to work effectively. Sir was now spanking me with different sizes of paddles. Floggers were also tested on my body, with my pain threshold being observed from the screams I let out.

The sound from the whip sliced the air and landed on my torso, making me jolt in every direction, begging Sir to continue.

"If this is what daddy wants, then don't stop please."

"Good boy, good boy." Sir was now brushing my chest with the whip....giving a final strike before placing his palms on my shoulder.

I could then feel Sir's hands slowly slide to my thighs and then legs, probing again my hole...

This felt familiar and Sir began telling me that he's going to break me slowly as he hasn't fisted me yet..

"Let's start again with the toys, shall we? No. 4 is it?"

Unlike the earlier session, Sir did not warn me of his intrusion. The mighty dildo was immediately shoved into me, making me spasm in trying to lock my legs, rendering it futile as the 4th toy was stroking in and out of me. Sharp pain in the beginning slowly turned to blissful. In and out again, loosening my hole once more. I never realized how tight I was as it took myself another time to adjust my hole to the tools Sir was introducing to. The sharpness and the enlargement of my insides were felt again, as if the first time. The pause we had probably resealed my gut. I didn't mind as Sir slowly fed me some smoke when he came up to kiss me, telling me how good I was doing.

"You're not even close to what I have in store for you. I'm still loosening you up, Bryan."

He was right. For the past 10 hours, it was my hole that was being worked on with numerous scars and cuts being inflicted upon me. Sir's fist wasn't even in me yet and at this point, I was still not sated. It felt as if every time pain was inflicted on me, as Sir increased his intensity and right before the plateau, Sir relieves me with indescribable pleasure. I would be deprived of the T and then fed at intervals to put me on the edge.

By 11 PM, my confidence in Sir rekindled as I now saw Sir dipping his right hand into a jar. With his left hand, he garnished his marbled hand with some T dust and held my neck in a light choke hold while slowly penetrating the fist into me.

Pure bliss was what I felt. Finally. Sir's fist in me while I was experiencing peak T. The burn from the shards made my hole engulf Sir's fist even more, making Sir smirk as he felt my hole contracting around his hands, kneading my inner with care.

"Esti, your have one of the tightest ass I've seen."

Sir giggled and pushed deeper into me and I never felt fuller. He continuously rammed his arm in and out of me while taking the T hits, shotgunning me in between.

"You can never get enough of this, slut, I promise you won't. We're not even done with Day 1 yet, and I can't wait for you to meet the rest of my pals that will become your new family."

Moaning was my new language and I was only capable of nodding and agreeing to whatever Sir said. I ask if Sir and his friends will take care of me properly.

"Yes, boy, don't you worry. We share our resources and always make sure that no one's left out. I can't wait for you to meet Daniel, that boy who got his brains fucked out. He'll teach you how to embrace your inner slut."

I then ask if Sir is proud of me and his boys.

"Always, boy, always. The first sight of a boy daddy likes, daddy knows he's going to make me proud. And you, Bryan, son, you might be in the hall of fame given how much we've progressed."

Sir's arm was still going in and out of me, this time at a slower pace, ensuring that I feel every movement that Sir could give.

"Now, boy, I got to take a piss now so let me insert something in you"

Sir then started to piss in me through the tunnel and I began to feel my a heightened sense of rush, absorbing a new wave of T that was now metabolizing in a different way. I truly wished that I could never let the sensation fade away. Sir has truly opened my horizons and is slowly changing me into the true homosexual deviant that I am, ready to serve and obey men like Sir. Slowly I felt full from the piss that Sir gave me and I was also fortunate to see Sir's smile as he finished relieving himself, rubbing my face with his palm and pecking me, telling me what a good boy I am. He then instructed me to hold it in as he untied the ropes and knots that I had been attached to for the past 4 hours. With every knot being released, I tried to maintain my stillness to avoid any leak from my hole but the tunnel was tricky. Sir stared at it and pulled it without giving a second thought, replacing it with a steel butt plug instead, allowing a few seconds of his piss to leak out of me.

"It's not your fault boy, just my own little adjustment. Hold it in now."

I nodded and let myself seat on the couch that was now covered in vinyl to make cleaning easier. I continued to watch the TV above the fireplace as Sir told me that it's time for me to recover before the other members arrive. I couldn't contain my excitement so I tried to quickly skip through the videos that Sir made to know who's who. Most of these men were younger than 30, probably still in school or are professionals. Majority were submissive bottoms and only 2 were verses out of the total 7 guys that had became brothers. I wonder, how did Sir started this group..?

"May I ask something, daddy?"

"Bien sûr, fiston."

"How did this start? It doesn't have to be a long explanation but maybe a resume?"

"Hmm I prefer we do make the most out of recovery time by not interacting but I will give you a brief recollection of events that lead to the purpose of The Chalet. I will say this once and I will not entertain any additional question. You see my fiston, the first boy that carried my strain was a young man around your age, Mark, who grew up in Quebec City and barely had any experience with the kinks I have.

We met at a bar, when these online crap didn't exist yet and formed a father and son like relationship. I was 35, he was 24. He was in his final year of university and decided that he wanted to finally lose his virginity. Up until then, I acted as a mentor to Mark, advising him on who to date and what to do. It came to a surprise to me that even though Mark had cruised and did some hanky panky with some guys during his jeunesse, he had never had a cock in his ass. He begged me to do it because he trusted me but I told him I only do bare and he was well aware of my status. I protested at the first few times he suggested, even if he didn't mind it bare because I couldn't sentence him to what I have. PreP was not accessible at all during that time. Now, Mark knew of my partying habits and he only did poppers but Mark knew that if he wants something, he has to earn it through means that might go against his own principles.

One Friday night, as I got home, I walked up to the main door unlocked. I slowly glided through the house and there was a trail of candles leading to my bedroom. As I entered, acid techno that reminded me of my Berlin days were being played and on my bed, I see Mark, blindfolded, in a leather jockstrap with leatherboots, displaying his ass that had a plug in it. On his right hand, a tube that was connected to a glass pipe of T. Mark really was committed. I could have stopped myself and told Mark to get off from my bed but the sheer exhaustion from work on that particular day made me unbutton my shirt and my pants. I layered his blindfold with my tie to ensure that there was total darkness. I slowly massaged and knead his body, touching it for the first time. How pure it felt. I then placed my mouth on his as he finished a hit, inhaling it and I broke the silence...

Why do you want this Mark?

"Because you're my daddy, Jérome. And you're going to give me your strain to ensure that we've something to cherish. Breed me and let me be positive with your DNA in me. You have treated me like a son and I think it's best that we make sure that a legacy is kept. Please, Jérome."

I could tell he was tweaking hard. How did he manage to even score T? It was exceptionally good, dare I say better than my usual stash. I hesitated now as I know that technically, it's what Mark wanted but is it right for me to change his life for good? If he is willing then nothing wrong was done, I thought.

"So you like T now huh? How long have you been smoking?"

"Since this morning. Setting myself up on your bed was something spontaneous. You did tell me where the spare keys were. Come on, Jérome. It's time. Don't you want to breed a virgin with your load? Pure biology, Jérome."

I forgot to mention that Mark's major was in biochemistry, which now explains his fascination and nonchalant attitude to HIV. It was all analytical to him. Most things were. It's one of the reasons why I truly love Mark and why we have this bond. I was still standing in front of Mark's beautiful bubble butt ass, caressing it with my fingers, hearing him prrr and inhaling the pipe. I smoked more and began innovate on what Mark had said earlier.

"Let's start a family, boy."

I started to spit onto his ass crack and finger it, circling and inserting my fingers

"What do you mean, daddy?"

Mark released a gasp as I started to push and pull 3 fingers into him.

"A brotherhood, you might say. Men of your kind, carrying my seed and strain. To have a legacy guarded by fine men that we select. You know how potent my seed is"

"Yes, daddy. I agree. And these members, what will their purpose be?"

"The mission that they are obligated to do as a member of the brotherhood is to scout for potential carriers. Men who fit a certain criteria. Like you, Mark, smart, young, and gorgeous body. So pure yet you're going to be carrying something so dangerous that the polarity of it all only makes others question themselves more, killing the stigma that this virus has on us."

"So we're going to really start a family, daddy? And you're going to breed me with your seed? No turning back?"

This is when I learnt to often say "No turning back", from Mark. Because with him, there really was no turning back. My confidence is partly shaped by his constant reassurance. He made me feel as if I was a figure to look up to. And at that point, I realized that a part of me will now be embedded into future men and brothers, mutating the strain I have as Mark explained, while increasing its potency. The fact that I did not have any signs of shedding or symptoms showed how stealthy my load was. These men will know their purpose and embrace their inner desire. Pure lust is the objective I find in the brotherhood I've created. For the past 15 years, I have to admit that I am quite proud of the brotherhood Mark and I created. 12 men and counting. Bryan, you're  Lucky No. 13.

Anyway, the moment Mark asked that there's no turning back, bare naked I was, and with one single stroke that made my shaft harden, I plunged into Mark's hole, deflowering him with not a drop of lube. Only the sweat that our skin produced, which was sufficient given how soaked we were from smoking the T. Moans of pleasure came out of Mark. I have never heard him sound this satiated. It was pure animal instinct at this point. His ass gyrated on my shaft smoothly, and I started to throw in some shards of T to enhance our fuck. Mark was now in overdrive as I could tell his eyes were now wider than before. I flipped him over and took of his blindfold to appreciate his beauty, pecking him in between, telling him how it's going to be okay.

"I'm so lucky that you're my first fuck, Jérome." Mark let out. He was repeating how grateful he was to have a daddy like me and that I was fulfilling every desires he had.

"No regrets in smoking the T, daddy. Look what you've earned. A willing virgin with a tight ass who was always right infront of you. And now he's all yours, free for you to load as much as you want"

Mark was now very erotic with his words, making me develop a deeper sort of feeling I previously had for him. I think at this point, when I was ready to climax, did our bond was fully established.

"Mark, I didn't expect this to happen and I know everything's going to be okay. I want you to know that I'm going to take care of you, son. When you convert and carry my load, I'll be there every step of the way and this family we're going to build, it's going to happen. Okay, boy?"

"Okay, daddy, don't stop fucking I can feel your precum in me now. Come in me please, breed my virgin hole"

I looked over and saw that my dick was now covered in a gush of blood and precum. It's inevitable that Mark will convert tonight. Mark's arm was now locked onto my back, holding my shoulder as I was now fucking him missionary, locking eyes and never losing any focus. His twink body suited my frame, ergonomically speaking as there was little fatigue from the both of us. At that moment, we were fully soaked in our sweat and the high barely diminished. Even with the amount of T I was on, I could feel my climax building. Thinking of Mark, his words and our plans had unleashed a dream that I can now realize. Only when I ejaculate into this boy would that dream begin to form. I was still looking at Mark, seeing him moan with eyes closed, enjoying every stroke I gave.

My climax was now increasing, picking up the pace I could feel the blood rushing into my shaft, enabling my cum to travel through my urethra. Finally, I hit the point of no return and my nose was now running. I was still moving myself into Mark before I hit pause and released a scream of relief from finally ejaculating. Right before it built up, I slowly whispered to Mark that my babies are his and that this strain will be historical. Mark only nodded and begged to be filled. Once I came, I could have sworn that I shot at least 5 ropes of high viral load into Mark, warming his insides and having my swimmers seeping through his cuts in hopes that his conversion would accelerate.

I let out a huge sigh and wrestled with Mark, kissing him and telling him how outrageous the idea now was, post-nut. Mark, who hasn't came and chose to remain so, rationalized and told me that the deed is done and that all we have to do is wait. If he converts, then the plan proceeds.

"So, I guess it has been quite a success, hasn't it?" I cut Sir for a bit as I started to notice how long his story was when he initially said he had no time. Clearly, Mark left a huge impact on Sir which I can see why and how. The way he cares for you, the way he explains things, if he could do this to me, imagine how he must have treated Mark. It made me dismiss the torture and pain Sir put me through because it was a part of becoming a brother, carrier of Sir's strain. I finally realized my worth in being a part of the brotherhood.

"Very much so. Story over. See you in 2 hours, boy."

I wonder what happened to Mark. Will he show up later? I tried to find videos of Mark on the TV and there was a folder containing tens of videos. Randomly, I chose the one titled: "Mark leaves a new mark."

The film starts off in this very chalet I was in, differently decorated back then. A solid wooden table was in the middle of the room rather than the coffee table. A boy, probably 23 or so in gym clothes walked to the table. Mark appeared from behind, this time packing more muscles and a buzzed cut. He overpowered the other boy and forced his limbs onto the table with a handful of ropes.

 

Mark seemed different than what Sir had told me. He was more mature and had obviously gained experience. He then proceeded to attach a mouth gag on his victim whose name I found out was Joey. Mark spoke;

"So Joey, you're here for a reason, right? You want to get bred, right?"

"No man, I take it back I don't wanna be sick, not like you"

"But you said no loads refused the last time I bred you, what makes it different this time?"

"I didn't mean that and dude, one time the risk isn't that high can you let me go now please?"

Joey was struggling to get out and I presumed that Joey and Mark were fucking before Joey found out bout Mark's status.

"Now Joey, don't take back your words. Let's have a little truth serum, shall we?"

Mark took a pipe and lit it to let Joey inhale. Within a few puffs, Joey became quiet and was responding well to Mark's caress. Mark licked his armpit, spit in his mouth and even bit his nipple with no reservation from Joey. Joey only yielded as he let out moans of pleasure.

"So now I can breed you again right? You're going to be a part of this brotherhood, right Joey?"

"Sure, dude, just fuck me please, are you gonna fuck me? Dude."

In an instance, Joey transformed into a dog whose leash is held by Mark. Mark only responded;

"I want you to know that is is certain and that everything is recorded. You can't go back from this Joey. But fret not, your safety and health are guaranteed by me and Jérome. Understood?"

"Whatever man just fucking breed me please."

Mark only realized that  the lube Mark had lathered in Joey was laced with T which explains how tweaked he was. With Joey's consent, Mark plowed Joey on the table, moving his hips that outlined his gorgeous ass. I could even catch a few glances of Mark's hole while his death stick was inseminating Joey. Joey was still and could only widen his legs further apart for Mark to fill him up completely.

"So the first night I met you, the condom slipped off so I kinda bred you then. Then last week when we were drunk and you said fuck it. Even tho you didn't feel it, I did come in you but not that much and last night? Boy, last night was great. Firs time doing T and now you're an expert. Good job, joey!"

Joey could only muster a smile and a nod of yeah dude, fuck yeah while Mark was still ramming him in and out.

"Now, I'm going to come soon, and I want to look at you when I do, so you know I bred you and that we're going to bond for life now, okay Joey?"

"Yes, dude, whatever you say."

"Look at me Joey, don't look away!"

Joey starred into Mark's hazel eyes, seeing his pupils expand from the orgasm that he had experienced, filling Joey with a warm sensation that triggered Joey's own climax, hands free. Mark scooped the semen and fed into Joey, sharing a bit as they snowballed into pure lust.

"No regrets?" Mark came up to ask

"No..not even one." Joey responded. It's astonishing how quick one can change their mind and beliefs. I'm a proof of that. Only 1 more hour left until the guests arrive. I was starting to sober up and I needed to clean myself, especially from all the new cuts and scars that formed. I also wonder what Sir was doing now. Probably setting up the next event for me, assembling a fuck furniture that I would be on, or maybe a cage that I had to be in. These past few days have been thrilling and nothing short of exciting. Alas, I decide to take a bath to recollect myself and brace myself for what's to come.

 

 

[Guest]

Fuck this is one of the hottest stories on here. Hope there is a group out there somewhere…

[redheadnsf]

Very hot! Wish had a teacher/mentor when I was young.  I am 51 and still consider myself very inexperienced. Anyone now of a coach for a 50 year old? 

[wtvrfzzz]

Monday

By 7, I was up and still felt the buzz from last night. Sir put me in a cage that was by the kitchen, with a bowl of water on the outside. It surprisingly fit me, and I could still turn on the leather mattress it included. I laid like a dog, as Sir wanted me to be, with a tail plugged. The studded collar too remained on me and I stopped to notice the constraint it had on my neck. I could still see from across the room that the TV was still playing Sir’s previous films. If I had to guess, the recordings probably lasted more than a 100 hours given the guys Sir had. For almost 2 decades Sir has been running his brotherhood, and though about 7 were at this chalet, the total members that Sir recruited was probably around 30 given that he had took a sojourn in Sitges one summer, recruiting a range of Spanish, French and German men that were now in charge of their own fraternity in their respective countries. Sir was also keen on spending his winters in Florida, holding on to his timeshare in Fort Lauderdale.

From what I gather, Sir made a fortune shorting during the dotcom bubble and he now lives off those cryptocurrency fads that I never really understood. Sir also prefers to use cash, avoiding as much paper trails as he could. He lived incognito and I could see why. The activities we were participating were deviant in its definition and required secrecy to ensure its mission. After all, not everyone could tell if one’s poz, even if they have a biohazzard tattoo. Scorpions might just mean they’re scorpios. In this world that Sir was bringing me into, symbols reigned free and Sir had established a way for those in the brotherhood to recognize each other. Rituals had to be conducted and an air of mysticism made brotherhood alluring.

At around 8.45, I could hear the sound of vehicles being parked outside. Sir walked in the kitchen, opened the cage door and pulled me by the leash, making me crawl to the basement. Below, the room was clearly a playroom that included all kinds of paraphernalia catered for men that fuck men.

“Redecorated a bit to welcome you onboard, boy.” Sir said as I looked at him from the ground.

I was right. A fuck bench was placed in the middle of the room, with hooks that would be clamped to my limbs. Directly behind the bench was an X cross. The bench had a headrest that would make its user then face a blank wall.

“Up you go, boy.”

Trying to get up was a bit difficult for I was not used to moving after being constrained in the cage. I had a bit of a vertigo and struggled to get on. I can tell that Sir had a short temper with little patience. Though he was bony, he was still muscular and pulled my leash, grabbing me by the harness to put me into place.

“Don’t pass out on me now, we haven’t started yet, and my friends or brothers just arrive. You need to relight a bit, don’t ya?”

I could only nod and after having my limbs hooked, Sir attached a gas mask connected to a glass bong. I had about 5 hits before Sir made me bite on a ball gag to silence me.

 

“Relax now, and don’t fuck up. I know you’ll be able to handle this, boy.”

With the gag keeping my mouth agape, Sir force fed me some G and kissed my forehead, chanting something.

“This will all be worth it, Bryan. Trust me. Trust us.”

I could only manage to give Sir a look of anticipation and excitement, slowly tearing up and nodding. I was still able to continue I told myself, and was I right.

The lights were now dimmed and after a moment of complete darkness, a projector was turned on to the wall I was now facing. I was now grateful for Sir since I could watch more of Sir’s films to distract myself and ease the pain I was about to go through.

I then heard steps from the back, coming through the stairs. I couldn’t tell how many there were but from the rubs and gropes of hand I felt, it was probably 6 at max. I couldn’t also see them as my head was locked to face the screen. The projector started to then show a montage of scenes that Sir was in with the different men he had been with. As I watched, the high I felt began to take over me and I was still being fondled by the group of men.

It came to a stop when Sir came up to me and began speaking.

“Hello everyone. Thank you for coming on such short notice. I know during this time, it was difficult for some of you to make your way here, thinking of an excuse that was ‘essential’ but you all are essential to what we will do today. Each of you. Feel free to now take your position and make yourself comfortable.”

Sir was speaking in front of the projector, images of cocks and men fucking covering him, and I heard stools being dragged.

“Let’s make it to a semi circle so that everyone of you gets an equal view of our boy this morning.”

I still couldn’t see any of them but I can tell that I was being watched.

“Shall we introduce ourselves?”

I was still, fixated on Sir and watching the screen, hoping that the first guy that was going at me was as sexy as Sir was. So far, I’ve seen only 2 or 3 guys that Sir has fucked from the films. Maybe one of them were here?

The first man that came up was wearing a hood. Maybe everyone was wearing one? He was probably 6’2 at least. He stood next to Sir whose arm was now grabbing on to his waist.

“The lucky brother who gets to commence today’s initiation is our favorite jock who joined us 2 years ago, Javier. Show youself, Javier.”

Javier took off his robed hood and started to make out with Sir. He also took out a pipe and had Sir lighted it, shotgunning each other for a good 3 minutes. The audience were then tapping their lap rather than clapping. Javier resembled a modern Hercules in his physique. With a black skin tight tank top and a jock, there was minimal body fat on him. Pure defined muscles everywhere. His torso was shaped like a diamond and his chest hair was smooth. He spotted a lip piercing with fresh stubble surrounding his face.

“Nice find, Sir…I’m impressed at your resilience..even during this time, you’re still going strong I see, finding new members.”

Javier now approached me and examined my body. Feeling my skin and pinching me. My pits were sweating and I felt his fingers sliding across them from both sides, sniffing it and giving it a lick before making me sniff it too.

“Great musk too. So fresh. He hasn’t gotten any loads yet?”

“Not at all Jav. That’s why you all are here. Starts with you and ends with me. Sorry fellas, he won the draw!”

I heard giggles and silent grunts coming from behind. I still couldn’t tell how many people there were.

“So smooth and young. Reminds me of myself when I first met you. I can sense this boy hasn’t experience much, right?”

Javier was now looking down on me, eyes pierced with pupils diluted. We were both spun. I only nodded.

“Poor boy can’t talk. Shall I take this thing off?”

“Do whatever you please Javier. But don’t take too long. We have about 9 more brothers in line for this boy to meet. And less than 6 hours left.”

Shit was allI I could think of and despite the fear that was beginning to feel, I was also excited and ready to be bred by everyone in the room. Sir’s load was the prize for taking the next 9 guys.

Javier took off the gag and a generous amount of saliva leaked from my mouth. Javier took a hit and immediately blowed it into me, sending me on another rush. He came behind me gave my back a hard slap with his palms. I then felt his nails carving through me, slowly scratching from my neck to my ass, making me release a series of moans. Javier told me to stay still. With his palms now on my ass, I could feel it being spread slowly. I felt my sphincter blooming from the way his hands were kneading my cheeks. Slowly, he was biting them and licking around my hole, never fully reaching it. I was starting to beg him to fill me.

“You’re in no position to demand anything, boy.” Sir began to warned. The gag was then put back again.

Javier thanked Sir and told me to not worry. It’s coming soon. He continued to toy with my ass for a good 10 minutes. His stubble rubbing on my ass only made me weaker. Without any warning, he immediately dived into my hole, rimming my hole with no mercy.

“Let’s spice things up, now. Pass me some of that Sir. This tastes shit but I don’t care, you’re going to love it.”
Amazingly, Javier put shards of T on his tongue and probed it into me, brushing my insides with a form of burn that ignited a need in my hole for cocks and anything resembling it. My eyes were widening more and Sir reward me with some poppers to ease myself. After Javier had enough of savouring my ass, he started to rub his cock on my hole, teasing it. I felt what it seems like a jacobs ladder on Javier, as metal beads were now moving against my hole. Javier sprinkled more T on his cock before jamming it into me without any warning. Javier was breathing heavily, and holding me with great precision even though I was startled from his entrance. His strokes were deep and I was enjoying every movement he made. It was after all the first cock I’ve had in me since this whole lockdown started.  The T merely activated the primal instinct in me to get as much cock as I could and need.

“Oh what a tight hole you have. Are you sure you started to crack him open since yesterday, Jérome?”

Javier asked while pile driving me. They were being casual now. Clearly Javier is surprised with me.

“This boy’s different, Jav. Tight as it gets. He might be one of my best boys yet.”

Javier never broke his pace. High as he was, he truly displayed his athletic ability on me. Bullets of sweat poured on me, and the only thing I did was groan in my pleasure while I surrender myself to this man who would’ve probably bullied me in gym class. It must have been about 20 minutes that Javier was in me, pushing himself in different angles for the next guy to better accommodate. His cock was long at about 8 inches and he had a decent girth, but I could tell I was not fully stretched yet.

“I’m close, boy. Ready for your first load? First of many more that will taint you for life? Ready to be apart of this?”

“Fuck yes, don’t stop please.”

“Such a fucking tight hole you got. Your ass lips can’t get enough of this dick. Fuck yeah. I’m almost there. Going to breed you so good. Look at how proud Sir is.”

“Fucking breed him Jav. Go on!”

Just like that, Javier clamped himself on me and the tremors I felt from him made my hole squeeze his cock tighter, releasing more moans and squirts from him.

“Jesus Christ, boy. Thank you”

Javier moaned more and had his head on my back, whispering how fucking good it was to finally come in a neg boy. He lingered his tongue on my ears and breathed into me, before relieving himself with his warm piss. The sweat we produced was tremendous. I was soaked. A plug was then inserted into my hole and Javier declared that it’s time to let the pig brew for a while. The time was now 10.40.

Sir came up to me with a look pride, congratulating me for taking my first load. The bench I was then on was turned to face the other side, revealing the rest of the men who were going to breed me. Each of them exceeded my expectations.. everyone was younger than Sir but older than me, probably now reaching their 30s. Young, fit with ranges of hair around donning the same robe and hood. My hole started to quiver with the plug, causing it to expel, a mixture of cum and piss gushing out of my hole. The men now started cheering and I could tell Sir was impressed.

“Never has that happened before...”

I could only look at each of the men as I panted, now feeling empty with an animalistic look that demanded their seed in me.

“Fuck, put it back, fill me with something please.” I begged.

One of the men then stood up, with a string of anal beads in his hand. Hood off, he had a pony tail blonde hair, with his torso covered in tattoos. He was wearing chaps and began to approach me.

“Now now, boy. Be patient. My name’s Kris. You’re not even halfway yet.”

He had a thick scandinavian accent, and resembled a viking. His navel had the common biohazard symbol but his chest were both scorpions pointing downwards. The rest of his body had figures of Norse gods and though he was tall and slender, his cock was bigger than Javier’s. It was also thick as a beer can.

Kris came behind me and was gentle with me.
“We begin with the first one, not too big.”

The first bead intruded me with a force that caused my sphincter to open wider than it could. The lube that was used, mixed with T had left little scratches but I could feel that I was bleeding in some way. After a moment of groan, I felt a pop and a wave of relief from being stretched. I successfully held the first bead, feeling my hole pulling the second into me.

“Excellent. 5 more now. Breathe in and out, slowly..”

Sir gave me more hits of poppers while I watch the men around me stroke themselves. Javier was now seating, with someone on his lap, caressing each other as they smoke.

I was now ready for the rest of the beads in Kris’ hands after watching Javier. I felt a bit jealous in some way because I wanted to be on his lap. Javier could tell as our eyes were locked the entire time the beads were entering into me.

With the whole string now in me, Kris stood and exclaimed how good I was doing.

“You are performing very well for us. Let the beads open you boy. Then you are ready for this poison dick.”

I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take Kris’ cock. The beads in me were full as it is and I all I could do was to enjoy every second of having it in me, knowing that it’s going to leave me soon.

“Time’s up boy.. I think we’ve opened you up  a bit more.. let’s see how tight that hole is..”

Kris pulled the string and I the first bead to leave took a good amount of strength as Kris was using both his hands.

“Wow, boy, your hole really is tight.”

I was only able to moan in ecstasy as each of the beads popped off, letting out little screams of relief from the fullness I felt. I was now hollow, ready for Kris.

[musclepiglet]

It is rare to find men who will pay so much attention to their bottom boys .  I only wish I will find such a man soon.

[Shotsfired]

So jealous of this bottom.  Hot story