the poz hotel

[nymidtowneast]

Another amazing chapter.

[billy88666]

It was a pretty heroic thing that Jake did to help his friend Kayode. Perhaps it was partially due to the guilt he felt for the cruel condom treatment that was inflicted on Leroy. 

[kitpig]

Oh wow @pozchaser21 yet another epic chapter!

It was great to read about Jake helping Kayode, his friend, or maybe more(?) in the near future, but what awaits Jake is now unclear apart from havig fully embraced his poz future.  Has he broken the rules by fucking and breeding a fellow bttm, or is that going to be overlooked as he was instructed to do it by a top?

I'm really looking forward to the next twists and turns of this masterpiece! 

[PupBoiRapeSlut]

9 hours ago, kitpig said:

Oh wow @pozchaser21 yet another epic chapter!

It was great to read about Jake helping Kayode, his friend, or maybe more(?) in the near future, but what awaits Jake is now unclear apart from havig fully embraced his poz future.  Has he broken the rules by fucking and breeding a fellow bttm, or is that going to be overlooked as he was instructed to do it by a top?

I'm really looking forward to the next twists and turns of this masterpiece! 

I think it equals out when he’s instructed by a top who immediately tears his hole open to punish it as well 

[barebackrnb]

This chapter finds Jake with mixed and conflicting feelings and emotions beginning with recalling his daddy night fucking with Daddy and Felix and ending with his participation in the threesome with Dave and Kayode as the middleman.  Are we seeing the beginnings of Jake the Gifter?  I think so, but we will see what @pozchaser21has in store for Jake. We also see Jake's kindness by subjecting himself to the same fucking that Kayode is experiencing, so he still retains some of his personality from before his trip to the Poz Hotel.

Continuing his superb story telling ability, @pozchaser21 takes us to the next logical step in Jake's adventure at the Poz Hotel.  Jake is dealing with conflicting feelings of pleasure and regret--mirroring that of so many gay men who find getting bred by other men so satisfying sexually and risky to their bodies.  The real "trick" of writing fiction is to write it so it is believable, and this story reads as a memoir of a poz chaser in real life.  Thank you, @pozchaser21! 

[curiouslooker]

Another excellent chapter. Dave is a hot man, and Kayode needs a break.

[lthrfntsy]

This is THE story to read!!!  Hard to find one hotter.

[chgobbottom]

This story keeps getting better and better! Can't wait for the next installment. 

[pozchaser21]

Thx all for the good responses here in the topic and private.
Some guys liked the more extreme parts and asked about Leroy.
As a good writer, I need to hear the call of the readers.
So I wrote a little side part.
I do hope you guys like it. I can imagine it is not for everyone, though .
I'll try to start on the next part, which will continue with the story of Jake again.
If anyone has suggestions or likes to see something in a story, don't hesitate to write me.
I'll see if I can work something out.

 

This time I don't have any AI photos added to the story.
It just did not work out to get the scene settings in it.

 

 

 

 

Part 18

 

some light is shining through the curtains on my face.
My eyes are still tired. But
slowly, I start to wake up. My
body feels a bit wrecked; my ass hurts, feels sticky, and it's itching. I'm
leaking cum out of my hole.

Fuck…. That was a night, I think to myself.

 

How late is it? I look at the clock. It is still around 8:30. Slowly,
I get out of my bed. As soon as I start to sit, I feel more cum leaking out of my hole. Shit...

That was not the plan. Fast, I stand up and check the bed.
Red, cummy fluids have made a spot on the bed, just where my ass was.

There is no hiding that, I guess? What would the helpers think if they cleaned my room? It's
not like they don't know what this is...
I look at the camera in my room. If they wanted, they could have seen my whole night: fucking with the daddies, maybe in the middle of the night the scene at the swimming pool with Kayode?

Damn…. I really did not think of all this….

But hell... does it matter??? It's too late now, and everyone is fucking over here.

So if they want to watch... well... it's not in my hands, I guess.

 

I walk to the bathroom to take a shower and clean my ass, washing
away the dried and leaked cum. Trying to get my ass and body all cleaned up for what this day will bring again. Get some clothes on, do my hair and get myself ready.

AsI walk to the door, I look at the panel again. I almost forgot.

 

The panel still shows the matches from last night.
The daddies that I hooked up with the rooms. It is clearly visible that I had the daddy and his boyfriend, Felix. So, if Leroy is awake by now, he must have seen. Damn. Was this the right thing to do last night? I am really glad I had both of them. It was a fucking hot, painful, and sexy experience. But... did I make the right decision to get a payback at Leroy? I thought it was yesterday, but now my anger has settled, I wonder. I really hope he isn't that mad about it. I guess I should go to his door and maybe apologize?

 

I get my shoes on and walk to the door of my room. Slowly, I open it. There is another guy just opening the door and walking into the hallway; I clearly hear his footsteps walking away, exiting the building. I'll leave my door just opened, but I don't walk in. It is one of the other bottoms. I really don't want to watch him in the eyes now. If he had a bad hookup, I matched them up. So... I wait a second until the guy is gone. When the hallway is clear, I slowly walk out of my door and shut it behind me. I guess I should go to Leroy's door and knock. I should tell him I'm sorry. We should talk... Just when I walk up to his door, it opens up. I jump; I'm really startled because I did not expect this at all. Just when I want to say something, I see it is not Leroy at all. No, it is the HIV positive daddy who took the cruel condom. My eyes widen and my mouth opens up. The daddy laughs at me and shuts the door behind him. "Thanks, boy," he says to me. "This was a really good fucking night with that boy. I loved his ass, his eagerness, and damn, he could yell," he smirks at me. "I really had fun; I stayed longer than I thought. I spent the whole night with him." Uhhh... ohhh... ummm... I stumble... "How is he? Should I go inside and help him?" The daddy laughs, "He is okay as far as he can be." He smirks again. "Let him be; he is just in the shower." The daddy walks off, leaving me standing there, shocked, in the hallway.

 

Did he stay all night? Leroy's hole... it must be torn apart... he must bleed like hell... his ass, his body, all of it; it must hurt like hell with this daddy. And his ass... filled up with HIV viral loads? Will Leroy hate me? Will I hate myself for this? Slowly, really slowly, my feet start to move, and I walk out of the hallway. Heading to breakfast, but I'm all in my mind. Damn. I hope this does not mean the end of Leroy's holiday? He must be really hurt.

 

I stride along the swimming pool.

In the back, I can see Kayode still chained up. He is lying on his back now, chained to the same table as at night. They must have let him take another position. His chest looks bruised; I guess that is the result of getting fucked, bent over on the table all night. There is a guy between his legs, having his legs on his shoulders and thrusting his cock into his hole. Cum is dripping down with every thrust. Kayode is leaking. When I come closer, I recognize the guy. I have seen him before... I know him... Oh, I remember. It is the guy from the roulette game, the slim younger guy. He was wearing the shirt with number 4 on it. He is now wearing a tank top, and he does look sexy in it, though the shirt is still falling loosely around his chest. In Kayode's face, I can see some pain, but he does not make any sound. I remember the guy had a huge cock when he fucked me. I guess that's what Kayode is feeling: an enormous filling up. But his hole... he is so used; I don't think he has any feeling left in it. It is so bruised by now. The guy sees me and nods to me. I nod back, but I keep a steady walk. Kayode does not see me, I guess, or he pretends he's not.
I am sorry for him. I'm walking for breakfast, and he is getting fucked by yet another cock. No one is leaving his ass alone.

 

Once I'm there, I take a plate, get some fruit, bread, etc., take a coffee, and pick a table. I'm still alone, so I grab a table for two. Slowly I start to eat, watching all the guys around me. Who walks funny? Who is leaking, and who shot his load last night? It is actually a funny game in my mind. I can definitely see some guys walking weird, so it leaves no questions. I just have to pay some attention to it. Some are even flirting, and sometimes I can see a hand grabbing an ass or crotch.

 

While I'm checking all the guys and eating, I'm not really paying attention to the entry door.
After a while, I suddenly hear someone saying ,
"Morning, Jake," a voice calls out, sounding a little hoarse. "Sleep well?"
It's Leroy...

 

"Leroy, morning," I stammer, pushing a chair out slightly with my feet. "You, uh, you want to sit here?"
"Thanks, Jake," he murmurs, his eyes locking onto me. "Last night was..." He trails off, his cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "It was intense."
I swallow hard, my eyes flickering with uncertainty. I can't help but feel a twinge of remorse for my part in Leroy's punishment, but the sight of Leroy's bruised and used body sends a shiver down my spine. "Yeah, I-I can see that," I stammer , pushing my plate aside. "How are you holding up Leroy? Did you watch the panel in your room this morning, showing all the matches?"

 

Leroy's smile widens, his teeth gleaming in the soft light of the hotel's dining area. He carefully lowers himself onto the chair, wincing as his abused body protests.
"Better than ever, Jake," he says, his voice filled with a strange, masochistic glee. "Thanks for the... arrangement. I never knew I needed that kind of... discipline." His eyes drift down to my plate, and he licks his lips. "Mind if I grab a bite?"
 

"Yeah, of course," I say to him, sliding my plate over. "But I- I am really sorry for what I did. I mean, I matched you... I was angry, but I should not have done this. I'm so sorry..."
 

Leroy's smile turns gentle, and he reaches over to take my hand reassuringly. "Don't be, Jake," he says, his voice soft. "You gave me exactly what I needed. I've been craving the real deal for a while now. And... I can't say I didn't enjoy it." He looks down at the food, his stomach rumbling, but it looks like his thoughts are still swirling with the memories of the night before.

 

"I-I don't get it," I stammer. "I mean, why aren't you mad at me, Leroy? I know you liked your first daddy, and I kind of... took him away from you."
Leroy's eyes meet mine, and he leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper .
"Mad?" He laughs softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Jake, you gave me the best gift I could've asked for. You didn't just give me any daddy. You gave me a taste of the life I truly crave." He pauses, his gaze intense. "And I want more."
"I'd love to tell you all about it."
I have to blush, my heart racing. I'm torn between guilt and intrigue. I can't believe Leroy isn't mad. He's practically glowing with satisfaction. "Okay, Leroy," I say, my voice quivering. "If you want to, I mean, I'm all ears."

 

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The story of leroys daddy night

 

I am in my room, hands bound to the bed. My legs bound with ropes to the bed, next to my head, so my ass is sticking a bit to the air and is open for whatever is coming. Jake and the help are leaving my hotel room, while Daddy stays behind. His cock hanging out of his jock, wearing an iron cruel condom . He is smiling.

Daddy smirks. Well, my boy, before we get down to business, I want you to know that I've been around the block a few times. I've seen it all, done it all. And let me tell you, nothing gets my blood pumping quite like the feel of a fresh, tight hole to claim.

 

Ah, I see you've noticed the number on my jock, he tells me. That little number, 421, represents a legacy, a story of pleasure and power, of life and... well, let's just say it's a reminder of the connections I've made along the way. Each one of those numbers is a boy like you, eager for a taste of what a real man has to offer, the daddy smiles at me with an eager voice.
My eyes widen as I stare at the number, my heart racing. I try to pull against the restraints, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins.

What... what does that mean? I ask a bit in fear.
Daddy walks closer to the bed, where I am bound up, his hand still resting on the number 421, stroking it almost lovingly. His voice sounds soft, a mix with soft, eager, and dirty intentions; it means, sweetheart, that I have a very special gift to share with you. Each of those numbers represents a boy who's been blessed with a piece of me, forever changed by the power of my seed. And tonight, you're going to be number 422.

 

I wait and don't say a word, my breath shallow as I try to process Daddy's words. The desire to be claimed by this dominant man, the desire to get pozzed wars with the fear of the whole process .
Can... can you really be the one to make me like you? The one that marks me... to give me your... gift... the one that's poz me up?
Daddy circles the bed, his gaze never leaving my naked body. He leans in closer, his breath hot on my neck.
Oh, I can and I will, he says with a whispering voice. I've got what it takes, and you're just begging for it, aren't you? That sweet, submissive hole of yours is just begging to be filled with my seed.

 

With a whimper, I nod, my body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. I whisper, "Yes, Daddy. Take me. Make me... make me number 422."

 

Daddy approaches me, bounded on the bed, with a predatory grin . His cock pulled out of his jockstrap, standing hard, covered with the iron cruel condom, gleaming in the light. He gently runs his fingers over my soft, exposed skin and ass, feeling my tension and vulnerability beneath him. "You're going to take it like a good boy, aren't you?" he asks, his voice a low, seductive growl.

My eyes are wide with a mix of terror and desire, my breathing shallow. Daddy aligns the cruel condom with my tight hole, the metal top of his cruel condom digging slightly into my skin, a precursor to the pain to come. With a swift, powerful thrust, he starts to penetrate me, the sound of tearing flesh echoing through the room.

My world narrows to the searing pain that shoots through my body.

I scream out in agony, my body arching. Trying to pull my feet and ass away, but held in place by the restraints as Daddy's thick, iron, cruel condom-covered cock stretches and rips my ass apart.

I feel the condom's iron spikes dig into my insides, ripping and tearing my insides.

I can't hold back a guttural cry. Nooo…. Fuckkkkkk. It hurts…… my hole!!!!!! Fuck!!!!! Dammmm!!!!!! Shit!!!!!! auch!!!!!! My hole….my hole….. please!!!!!!

 

Automatically, my muscles clench to resist his penetration ; my hole and insides clench together, wrapping around Daddy's cock covered up with the cruel condom. But this only intensifies the pain within me, sending waves of agony through my body. My eyes water, and I bite my lip, tasting the metallic tang of my own blood. The pain is so overwhelming, but so is the dark thrill of submission to this powerful, dangerous man.

 

Daddy's eyes light up with sadistic pleasure, watching my ass bleed around the edges of the cruel condom as he begins to pound into me with a relentless rhythm.

I can feel the iron condom doing its work, the sharp edges slicing through my hole, and the warm feeling of blood running in my hole from the tears Daddy is making.

 

Daddy's grin widens with my agonized screaming , his eyes dark with lust. He watches my face twist in pain; he likes the way my body fights against his pounding , my hole tight around his cock. He leans over, his voice a harsh whisper in my ear, "You wanted this, baby. You wanted to feel the power of a real man. And now you're going to take every inch of me, no matter how much it hurts." He starts to thrust harder, the iron cruel condom tearing deep into my tender flesh. The scent of blood and sweat fills the air, mingling with the musky smell of desire. The room becomes a cacophony of Daddy's grunts and my desperate whimpers. My head is slamming against the headboard of the bed in time with our feral rhythm, the mattress groaning beneath us.

 

"Fuckkk...!!!!...." My scream is raw and primal, ripped from the depths of my soul as Daddy's iron-covered cock stretches and shreds my insides. My body jolts with each brutal thrust, the pain searing through me like molten lava.

Tears stream down my face , sweat mixing with blood that leaks from my torn, gaping hole. My eyes are squeezed tight, as if by doing so I could somehow escape the relentless assault. Yet, amidst the agony, there's a twisted, masochistic pleasure that makes my toes curl and my cock throb.
I feel so utterly violated, so completely used, and it's a feeling I never knew I craved until this very moment. My hole is like a murder place, pulsing and leaking blood, but Daddy shows no sign of stopping. If anything, my cries seem to fuel his fervor.

"That's it, baby," Daddy grunts, his voice a mix of satisfaction and encouragement as he sees the blood seep around his cock, painting the sheets beneath us red. "You're taking it so well.

 

"You're going to be number 422, aren't you?" His grip on my hips tightens, his nails digging in as he pushes deeper, the spikes on the condom tearing through muscle and tissue with a sickening sound that makes my stomach clench in horror and arousal. The room is a symphony of pained cries and the slap of flesh meeting flesh, a rhythm that seems to go on forever

 

The pain reaches a peak, my entire body tenses as I feel something warm and wet spreading around Daddy's cock and filling up my hole. My hole feels like it's on fire, and I gasp for air, my chest heaving. "A-Aaagh... Daddy, it... it hurts so much," I whisper , my voice barely audible over the pounding in his ears. I feel the iron condom burning inside of me, the metal spikes tearing my insides. A warm feeling is filling up my hole - the feeling of my blood. Almost a relief, it lubes me up so the pounding gets easier . A slapping wet sound fills the room.

 

With a triumphant growl, Daddy pulls his cock out of my hole. The iron , cruel condom tightens around Daddy's cock.

coated in a gruesome mix of my blood and ass fluids. a terrified, bloody view of something that is buried deep inside me. Daddy rips it off with a savage jerk, the metal cruel condom ripping off his cock with a sliding wet sound that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

Daddy tosses the bloodied condom aside onto my body, his eyes never leaving my pain-filled gaze.

You're almost there, baby, he purrs, his voice thick with lust. Now, it's time for the real fun. He aligns his bare, throbbing cock with the ravaged, gaping hole before him.

His cockhead already slick with blood and precum, leaking from my hole. With a brutal, unyielding force, he drives himself back in, filling me completely.

 

Fuckkkk…… i yell, wile i feel daddys bare cock filling my bloody wet hole. my feet pulling against the ropes to break free

 

You are going to love this, Daddy murmurs, his voice thick with excitement. He grabs my face with one hand, forcing our eyes to meet. Feel me, baby. Feel the power of a real man's cock in you , he growls. Daddy starts to thrust hard and deep, his movements now more deliberate and controlled. The fluids from my hole mixed with blood, on his hand as he held my face, his thumb caressing my cheek leaving a crimson streak. Each stroke of Daddy's cock sends waves of agonizing pleasure through my body, and despite the pain, I can't help but moan.

 

The sensation of Daddy's bare cock inside me is almost too much to handle. The pain has become a white-hot blaze that consumes every thought, but somehow, it's a pain that feels right

My eyes lock onto Daddy's, the fear and desire reflected in them, like a mirror showing my own tumultuous emotions. The warmth of Daddy's hand contrasts with the coldness of my own fear and desire, but it's a comfort in the storm of agony.

. My body moves with Daddy's, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge of unbearable pleasure. I can feel the warmth of Daddy's cum building, the pressure inside of me, and I know what's coming.

My eyes glaze over his black smartwatch to see if it will show his status.
His cock, wet and rubbing inside me. He is groaning .
Pre- cum is leaking from his bare cock, deep into my teared-up and bloody hole. His love and DNA flowing inside of me, coating my insides. My eyes hold their gaze on his watch when it starts to light up red.
Within it, it shows the text... Full-blown toxic poz.
I moan out loud as soon as I see this... Fuck yeah!!! Encouraging the daddy to fuck me even harder and deeper. Fuck me, fuck me, I whisper softly, almost in a begging way.
I finally have a real poz top between my legs, using my hole as his fuck toy. And I definitely don't want to disappoint him.
I keep my gaze on his watch, which switches automatically to the next text on the red screen. His smartwatch shows he has nearly 800,000 copies per milliliter of blood...
I moan out loud in fear and lust. I have a full-blown toxic cock buried deep in my ravaged hole, leaking his toxic seed, finding a way into my torn-up hole to my bloodstream. Fuckkkk . Will this daddy be the one?

My moans grow louder, my body trembling with the anticipation of being fully claimed by this toxic, dominant man.

 

Daddy's eyes bore into mine, his pupils dilated with lust. Daddy and I can feel his orgasm approaching, his cock swelling inside of me. Daddy's groaning , his need to claim his newest conquest growing more urgent with each passing second.

His hand tightens around my face as he whispers, "You're about to become number 422, baby boy. Are you ready to take my gift?" I feel his cock swell in me, the veins bulging and pulsing with the force of his climax. My cries of pain and pleasure spur him on, his hips driving into me without mercy.

The head of his cock brushes against my prostate, sending jolts of electricity through both our bodies. Daddy's breath comes in ragged gasps, and he can feel his load boiling over, eager to be unleashed into my torn and bloodied ass. "Here it comes," he groans, his voice thick with satisfaction, "You're going to get everything I've got."

 

Oh... oh fuck, Daddy," I gasp , my eyes glazed over with a mix of agony and ecstasy. "Give it to me... all of it," I beg, my voice hoarse from screaming. My body arches off the bed, the ropes digging into my skin as Daddy's bare cock plunges deep into my ravaged hole. The pain is unbearable, but I want more. I need Daddy to fill me, to mark me as one of his own, to make me one of the lucky 422. My thoughts are a jumble of fear and desire as I feel Daddy's toxic cock deep in me, holding it deep in me, filling me. Pre- cum coats my insides with a mix of blood and cum. "I... I want it," I whimper , my voice barely a whisper. "Make me... make me yours."

 

You are mine, baby, Daddy growls, his teeth clenched with the effort of holding back. But my desperate pleas push him over the edge. With a roar that shakes the very foundations of the hotel room, Daddy releases his toxic seed into my ravaged ass. His cum is hot and thick, pumping deep into my hole with each powerful thrust .

His hips buck and jerk, his cock pulsing as he starts to empty himself completely into me , filling my torn, bloody hole with his potent, infectious load. My body shudders with each spurt, my muscles tightening around Daddy's shaft as I take the gift that is being bestowed upon me.

 

Daddy's cock convulses within me ; I feel the heat of Daddy's climax spread through my own body. The pain has reached another peak, but so has the pleasure. My prostate is bombarded with each pulse of Daddy's cum, the intensity sending shockwaves through my entire being , causing my own cock to erupt and spurt ropes of cum that arc over my stomach and chest, a visual symphony of ecstasy painted on my own body.

 

With a final shuddering thrust , Daddy pulls out, leaving my gaping hole to spurt a mix of cum and blood. He looks down at my body, covered with my own cum.

clearly a sense of pride swelling with daddy, a smile on his face.
Daddy wipes his cock clean on the sheets, leaving a red bloody smear behind. "Look at what you've become," he murmurs, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. "Number 422. My little trophy." He leans in and kisses me, his tongue touching my lips, tasting the salty sweetness of fear and lust.

 

My body trembles uncontrollably as the aftershocks of my intense orgasm subside. I can feel the sticky warmth of Daddy's cum inside me, mingling with my own DNA . My eyes flutter open, and I look up at Daddy with a mix of awe and terror. "Did... did you do it?" I whisper , my voice shaking.

 

"Oh, I did it all right," Daddy says with a smug chuckle, a wicked glint in his eye. "You're mine now, boy. Part of my poz club. My DNA is deep in you and will change you."
He laughs and watches the camera on the ceiling . I hope they made some good tapes of this...

 

with that, he turns back to me, ramming his fingers deep into my hole.
A feeling of pain and tearing fills my hole again. I can feel his fingers and nails tearing and scratching my insides on purpose . A moan leaves my mouth while I'm still bound on the bed.

 

but let's be sure... that it takes... he whispers to me...
I'll fuck and breed you all night, boy...
I nod to him. Yes, daddy. I'm yours to use and to infect.
Give me every load you can...

 

 

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Well Jake.....
And daddy did. He fucked me the whole night, every time he could do it again.
he fucked me while my legs were bound some more times.
he eventually freed me , but I bent over for him all night willingly.
I rode his cock, he fucked me in the bathroom, on the floor, against the wall, you name it.
I even put his cruel condom on his cock again, and rode him.
it was one hot bloody cummy sticky mess.
so... well . I'm not sure... but the chance is pretty big ; his DNA is now swimming in my veins , turning me...
and if not... my hole is so torn up, with every load I'm still going to take this holiday, the chances are really big. thank you jake.... with the match you gave me, you have probably sealed my destiny, and given me what I chased.
I can't thank you enough .
with that, he changed his seating position again, because of his hurting hole.
and I ... I can just listen while my cock just got rock hard, sitting here with Leroy at breakfast.

Edited August 13 by pozchaser21

[kitpig]

@pozchaser21 You have done it again.  I love bruises from play - gives some momentos of a shorter lasting but more immediate nature 🙂

I really look forward to seeing Jake moving forward, perhaps inspired by Leroy's night... well, his cock certainly is, and we all know we think with our cock rather than brain at times.  So I am looking forward to seeing where the next chapter / day takes Jake, or perhaps who and how many take Jake and give him their toxic loads that his ass seems to sense.  

[nymidtowneast]

Fuck! Another amazing chapter.

[curiouslooker]

That’s quite the read. Leroy loving the cruel condom was a bit unexpected but hot as fuck.

[barebackrnb]

One of the most vivid chapters that I have read on BZ! It takes the reader directly into Leroy's position as he gets fucked by the daddy with all of the details of a Hitchcock movie, but a happier ending. @pozchaser21 outdoes himself once again. Leaving the reader (especially me) wondering what's next for Jake.  Will he seek to become 423 and join the Daddy's poz family?  I don't know the answers, but I am more than willingly to wait and let @pozchaser21take me along in the next adventures of Jake's sexual evolutionary stay at the hotel.

[negchaserlooking]

Holy fuck

[barefuck09]

what a great story ...so good so real...hope you will write much more chapters!