Sticky Situation

[DevilDawg]

(if need be pointed out, the math works that all characters are 18 or older) This is a fictional story reworked from something I submitted to Tommyhawks Fantasy World about a Decade ago. It has its flaws, but if it gets a rise or some spooge from your cock, it has served its purpose. Enjoy!

Sticky Situation by: DevilDawg 7-11-2025

 

Stressed as hell, that’s the way I had been feeling of late. I’m Richard, 18 Yrs old 5’8” Brown Hair, Hazel Eyes and 181 Lbs. I was stuck in that zone of accomplished Varsity Baseballer who was also second string on the basketball team and now that had ended with graduation. I was accomplished enough in sports and grades to land a partial scholarship to the local state college. The transitional void into an unknown new chapter would mean that my accomplishments would not count for shit when being inserted to groups that were more accomplished scholastically or true HS Sports Stars. It was after graduation and on cooler days my buddies would come over and smoke a little while using the hot tub when the parents were at work or travelling.

The Buy - I had some money - my parents were not rich but well-off middle class. I had held part time jobs in previous years because that was what my parents had expected me to do. This also led to a fair allowance as long as I kept up with chores. I went by my dealer who gave me some good weed prices for being a steady customer, it was easy to satisfy my need for weed. My Dealer Burt was a large footballer from back in the day – his trophies still in place in the school Middle and High School trophy case. He rode a motorcycle regardless of any weather except for ice and hung with a dark crowd. He arms were full tatted sleeves, and you could see hints of other tats depending on what he was wearing. We made a deal for my regular bag and he told me to make a delivery for him. ‘Your Brother Adam was coming by, but I have to go out of town this afternoon, don’t break the seal or I will positively fuck you up”. I replied "no problem" and left.

Hot Tub Smoke – My two friends Brad and Jim always showed up together. Jim was white and skinny and had only Lettered on the Swim Team and Track Team, while Brad was the Wide Receiver on the Football Team and black as midnight. We stripped down to the skin and got into the Hot Tub. I cracked open the tin and found pre-rolled joints the smell of which was a fine enticement to light up with my buds vs rolling with my bags makings.

I started talking about how angry I was at my cunt of a girl friend for breaking up with me before she went off to university. While I was bemoaning my needs both Brad and Jim were looking uncomfortable. I was going on and on then I realized both of them were surreptitiously jacking off under the froth. I erupted from the water standing up with a raging boner and yelled ‘don’t you dare! I have to clean this thing’! Jim and Brad sheepishly stood and I said let’s go get some towels and never say anything about this you weirdoes. We padded into the main hallway where the linen closet was, grabbed some bath towels and started drying off. My parents room was on the backyard side of the house and my nerdy golden boy Brother Adam’s room was on the street side. Jim said what’s that – I thought you said no one was home? I burst through Adams door and there he was groaning on the bed sliding a dildo in and out of his ass! All the lights were on, his array of geeky computers and shit were on and he was sliding a huge dildo in and out like it was a normal thing to do. I Freaked Out! The rage of being an adopted son only to have a natural brother to follow 9 Months later, a golden boy who had it sooooo easy was abusing himself in so many forbidden ways that I lost it.

Brother Trouble- I snatched the dildo out of his ass and threw it across the room. So you want cock huh? I dragged him to the edge of the bed and hilted my hard cock up his chute without a pause. The entrance was easy pre-lubed and pre-opened by the toy. I was faintly aware of Jim and Brad stroking their hard-ons as Jim dropped to his knees to suck on Adam’s left tit. Brad dropped behind him and buried his face in Jim’s crack. I yelled about them all being just a bunch of fags and Adam was laughing back it takes one to know one! I raged and rough fucked my brother to a chorus of groans, gasps,  and yelps as Jim was now being fucked by Brad.

I was so enraged I thought I was having a stroke! I hilted a last time and blew my pent up load in my brother’s guts and fell exhausted ono the bed. Meanwhile, Brad was finishing up in Jim and I could see Brads dick was thick and a black blur as he gasped during his orgasm. As I lay stunned, Brad and Jim switched and while  incoherent sounds were uttered, no words came out. Finally I was blurted out that they were all a bunch of pussyboys or better yet girls! After that statement was a pregnant pause then my Brother Adam said: “My Turn Bro”. As I startled from my awkward position, Brad grabbed me by the arms and Jim grabbed me by the legs. I was bent flexing and wriggling into a curly fry shape as Adam lined up his 6 inch dick and went in full throttle. I was screaming I was going to fuck them all up which just seemed to trigger more laughter.

 I think Adam may have already cum today since despite his edging he went in mostly dry with some  pre and some spit but landed home with what felt like my ring was on fire. It took him what seemed to be an eternity but groaned and said take that big brother! Adam and Jim switched places as I lay in shock from just having been bred. Jim was just a little larger than Adam as he went in slick – lubricated by Adams Load. As he shot I could feel Jim swell up as his uncut cock blasted my insides with its second load. I was still in shock and mumbling/begging ‘please no more’ when Jim and Brad switched places and I saw what I now know to a BBC that resembles two red Bull cans stacked end on end. At the time, it looked like a 2 Liter soda bottle. He nudged the head in and then started pressing inward until I was fully skewered. I was sobbing as I felt my ass tear and felt something else break. The electric shock as the head bounced past my prostate was intense and my teary eyes widened in astonished pleasure. Jim started going to town and my tortured gland caused me to erupt a cum load all the way up to my eyes. Brads load could be felt even with all the sperm I was sinking into. Brad asked Adam what was in that tin can?  Adam was quick on the uptake and quickly realized what had happed as I crawled to the shower leaving a slime trail of cum and blood as I crawled out of the room to murmurs and laughter.

 I woke in my room as the lights went on to a crowd of bikers and Adam. In the forefront was Burt who said “I warned you, Adam may have already Pozzed you but I always keep my promises”. I Hear you like TINA, this is what we call ‘a bump’ as he jammed two fingers up my torn ass. With his other hand he started stroking a huge pierced cock as two bikers each grabbed a leg and pulled me to my doom. My last words before the screams were ‘It Burns’!

Pozitive Outcomes- A Month later I was sitting in shock, test results in hand when my brother approached me. ‘Good News or Bad News’? I shook the paper at him and told 'the family favorite’ "I hate you"! He said let me see the results and I handed him the printout. He handed me an envelope and said, how about a trade? When my expression said I did not understand, he continued. "I’ll add your results to the end title credits; referring to the envelope - these are your royalties to date. Your Pozzing Conversion Videos are a hit dear Brother! I’ve never seen anyone sob like that"…. To be continued

 

[DevilDawg]

I'll be at Club Ottawa on July 19th - 20, perhaps some local French Canadian Boys or Lumberjacks can make a few of my fantasies become a reality. Cheers!

[DevilDawg]

Continued... 

After loosing my inhibitions, taking out my rage and tantrum-fucking my brother Adam during what I later learned was a live streaming sex-on-demand web streaming channel; my life started a spiral of catastrophic proportions. My supposedly ‘straight’ friends Brad and Jim had apparently been fucking on the downlow for some time and keeping their friends surprisingly in the dark. After being ripped apart by Burt and his biker friends I had a chance meeting with Jim who I pulled aside and blurted WTF? He looked me in the eyes and said we have been friends on a different level for months. He went on to say it was fucked up when people do not know the impact of the drugs they are slinging which left me speechless.

Adam and I were not speaking, just communicating by my glares and him ignoring me which made me even madder. The parents realized something was up but had not yet spoken to me about it which was the single silver lining. I was ashamed and appalled that I had stuck my dick in a male asshole doubly so because of the incest embarrassment factor. I was in shock that I had been raped in turn. It took days for my stool to not have blood threads in the toilet. I could not report a sexual assault because I maybe started the whole thing and reporting would bring up the drugs and connect to Burt.  After the biker gang rape there was no way I was going to point trouble towards those guys. I was truly in a hole that I had dug for myself. I was ashamed and could not sleep. As my tattered anal fissure got better and my poop returned to normal, I found myself waking after a wet dream and often remembering the awesome orgasms that had shook my whole body as seemingly everyone had their way with me. My Ex Girlfriend was away on her summer internship and I eventually found myself wanking off at least twice a day. I was stressed before, now my life was a wreck. I was distracted, couldn’t focus, couldn’t eat, sleep, and did not dare party. I had forotten Burt's cautions about getting tested and... -Then things got worse.

I came down with a summer cold, I had never felt this miserable in my life! I was moping around for a day, then found an envelope on my desk. It was from Adam: Bro, I know you are feeling bad, you should get checked out at the clinic listed below rather than going to our family plan Doc. It had the address and phone number. When I called, I found walk-ins were the following day 10:00 AM to 3:00 PM. Adams note said to ask for a full STI workup. I did not sleep a wink that night.

I was at the clinic the following morning as they opened., when it was my turn I was mute and uncommunicative. The receptionist asked if my name was Richard? I was dying of embarrassment but nodded yes. I was handed a clipboard and told to fill it out. The receptionist said testing and screenings are free.

It took me a long time to go over the form. Some questions I could not bring myself to answer. After a short wait, a male nurse called my name and I got up. I was led to a cubbyhole where my vitals were taken. The RN explained the labs that were going to occur, pricked my finger with a rapid test kit and gave me instructions walking me trough the wooden stick throat swab, the urine sample cup, and then as I was flushing a deep embarrassed shade of red, he explained how to use the anal swab, break the haft, and seal it in the test tube. Normally we would just swab your cheek, but I was advised a full workup should be done. This finger stick is one test, but we will draw some blood for the tests that take a little longer.

I was in an agitated funk as I went to the toilet to do the samples. This was a single story office park, my manic side saw no alternatives to completing the labs, no future expectation on what the future would bring except darkness. After I was done, the RN said wait here, the Doctor needs to do a quick exam, but it will be a bit. After an hour, then two my stomach started grumbling. I had not eaten breakfast and here we were at the lunch hour which was drawing things out more. Finally, A man in a lab coat introduced himself with an unpronounceable name was led into the next room where I was told he needed to do an exam, please drop your trousers and shorts which I did as he gloved up. He lifted and examined my cut cock, looked at my sack, felt my testicles and did the cough test. Then he said turn around and bend over. He spread my cheeks and examined my shitter. His lubed finger went exploring and I flinched and yelped. He pulled out and told me I could get dressed now.

He told me I had an anal fissure but it seemed to not be severe. He then said that this clinic can do some rapid tests rapid tests but other testing took longer. He then said when was your last sexual activity? And I stammered out the previous month.  “You left a lot of questions unanswered on your forms”, have your recent sexual partners been a single person? I shook my head no, eyes downcast. "Did you know the status of any of these partners (before or after)"? I nodded yes, tears again coming. “Were any of your partners anonymous”? I nodded yes. Can you give me the number of sexual partners you have had in the last three months? Again I shook my head no, eyes averted. Were any of the encounters non-consensual or forced? I glared at him and he added, “would you like to make a report of sexual assault'”? My expression must have changed to pleading as I realized I was cringing and again weeping. You have no reason to fear – the laws are there to protect against predators taking advantage. No? He handed me a tissue box.

 I can tell you now that the rapid test came back positive for HIV but the full lab results on other STI’s take longer. Rapid Chlamydia tests exist but since we are running a full panel, it is more reliable to wait a little longer. We will need you back in the morning three days from now. Had you come in within a 72 Hour timeframe we could have done a Post Exposure Prophylaxis (PEP for short). The rapid HIV test is reliable but not infallible and only indicates a detection of HIV antibodies. When you return, we should have all your results. Treatments are dictated by knowing specifically what we are dealing with. You did not mark it on the form, have you had your MPOX vaccine and booster within the last year? I nodded yes. We will discuss treatment options at that time but until then but please refrain from sexual contact until you return 3 days from now. Let me stress that if you do not return, I will be required to inform the County Health Department by law. Please nod if you understand. We will also give you some crème for your rectum and schedule a follow up visit for the fissure when we see you in 3 Days. For the flue-like symptoms, it was best to initially use over the counter medications until we know what we are dealing with. It was like he was talking though a blanket, everything was muffled. I left in a daze after he handed me a small tube of something. An instruction label was stuck to the tube.

When I got home, I went into the back of the Parents liquor cabinet, grabbed a Rum Bottle, went to the fridge a grabbed a 2 liter coke and picked up a glass. When I got back to my room, I thought what I really needed was some weed but cringed again as I remembered what happened the last time I satisfied my smoking needs. If I had trouble sleeping the night before, I was going to have to apply some external force to get some rest tonight. I drifted into a drunken state just short of pass out drunk. At some point, I was wriggling through a maze of pain and pleasure and then my Mom was calling my name and I realized it was real, the other had been a nightmare. I opened my eyes and woke to a splitting headache and puked on my pillows. “Get yourself cleaned up young man, then we’ll talk about the liquor”. I mumbled a prayer of just kill me now and staggered to the bathroom.

After I had showered and taken some aspirin, Mom pointed out as she was taking my temperature that I pulled these types of stunts at College my Scholarship would be pulled for sure. Hah, you look terrible and you are running a temperature so get your stuff, we are going to the Doctor. Startled, I went into high gear response mode and assured her it was just a summer cold or the flu and I convinced her to just let me use some Theraflu and go back to bed then trailed off….. remembering. Mom said I changed your bedlinens this time but you are not a little boy anymore don’t expect a repeat, and we won’t mention the Rum to your Dad OK?

I was woozy, felt like shit, and dozed off to disturbing dreams.

Back at the Doctors office the next day, another Nurse took an additional blood draw. When I saw the Doctor he said some news is good. These days we do screen for MPOX along with other STI’s. Your MPOX results are unsurprisingly negative it would have likely visually presented considering the timeframes we are talking about, There was no indication of warts and no positive results for your HPV test. Your Hepatitis tests are negative, as are the Chlamydia test. The visual and tactile inspection cannot show a lot, but I expected a negative Gonorrhea test since you had no discharge or pain with urination but those side effects do not always present. You are positive for Syphilis and we will give you some anti-biotics. From your previous reluctance in answering questions, I assume you do not want the prescription on your family health plan but I really do need for your to verify if you have any allergies especially to anti-biotics. I understand that an inquiry to your regular health care provider would cause more problems than it would solve. Be honest. Not allergic? Fine, I’ll write a script.

 Now for the monster in the room. HIV is not the death sentence it used to be. People live a long and productive life with the disease. There are promising accomplishments on Vaccines which would not matter in this case, as well as progress on treatments and cures. Your heavy Seroconversion symptoms implied what the labs have confirmed. These flu-like symptoms are your body as it is confronted by rapid replication of the Virus. Your CD4 count and other indications indicate repeated Heavy Viral Loads or huge batches of HVL loads of the Virus. Are you sure you do not want to self report? No? I have to ask you again, have you any thoughts of self-harm or thoughts of wishing to go to sleep and not wake up? No? Well, I have referrals to counselling, if necessary, I truly want you to be honest with me -always. Your Viral Loads show a lot of replications between your noted dates of sexual encounter and your first lab draw. I’ll expect you back this time next week for another draw. In The meantime, I have a script for ART Retroviral based on No Hepatitis indicated. HPV can take a long time to present so I know you indicated HPV Vaccine, but please bring your vaccination card / list on your next visit. You mentioned you were starting College so this medical Vaccination record is a  perfectly natural thing to ask your family doctor for. I know this is a lot, but the items to remember and consider will be on your discharge paperwork. Despite the heavy overwhelming pile of catastrophic events that had been dumped on me I had the foresight to ask the Doctor if they could avoid sending the bill to my address. He told me not to worry, it has been taken care of and by the way, I’m a real fan….Stat statement went right over my head.

In the Doctors building forecourt I was sitting on a bench eyes still watery from  having cried myself out. Clutching the discharge notes and lab results when my brother Adam approached me. ‘Good News or Bad News’? I shook the paper at him and told 'the family favorite’ "I hate you"! He said let me see the results and I handed him the printout. He handed me an envelope and said, how about a trade? When my expression said I did not understand, he continued. "I’ll add your results to the end title credits; referring to the envelope - these are your royalties to date. Your Pozzing Conversion Videos are a hit dear Brother! I’ve never seen anyone sob like that". He handed me the ART Prescription back. These are expensive, let’s talk later…..

When I got home, I headed for the liquor cabinet. Locked! I changed and went over to Jim’s house who was thankfully in. I begged him for a smoke saying he owed me. Really! Brad and I kept our friends with benefits relations in the closet for a long time. We were happy together! Brad and I have gone on a pharmaceutical break after seeing what it did to you and what your shit did to us and the near disaster it caused. He handed me a DVD. Your kid brother Adam told us he would not do a rape outcry if he could use the footage. The only reasons our faces are blurred is because we did not give permission to use our identities. I hope you are happy with your début! I had not caught up yet – I stammered ‘footage’? He said watch the footage and slammed the door.

I wandered home and powered up my laptop. I dropped the DVD in the drive and quickly hit pause because the sound was at the normal setting of LOUD. With my gaming headset plugged in, I directed audio to the headset and hit play……

 It started with a nasty stream of my brother laughing and gasping as he shoved a large toy up his ass. And then three doped up wild-eyed punks named Richard, Jim and Brad burst in with a WTF and an interracial gang bang started. I puked on my gaming keyboard! No! No! No! this isn’t happening! I Grabbed a towel and pressed it on the gaming kbd and disconnected it from the docking block. Finished cleaning my mouth in the bathroom brushed my teeth, gargled, returned to my room, dropped the keyboard and towel in the trash and hit the spacebar to continue the video. My sexual assault on my brother had me trembling. Adam's and Jim's  assault turnaround on my ass left me numb, and the huge black cock of Brad – I thought I was having a seizure. The video framing was perfect as my engorged cock blew a facial that arced up into my eyes and hair as I was panting, sobbing and screaming. As he was slamming his tool in an out, Adams and Jim's cumloads where being pressure sprayed back onto the ebony groin of Brad and I looked passed out in the video. The video transition to a view of my ass seeping a stream of spooge into the covers pulled back to show my jock body, my engorged cock, and the torsos and  thighs of Burt’s Bikers as my legs were grabbed and I was pulled onto the huge pierced tool of Burt wearing only Boots and Chaps. My screams and sobs were only stopped by what appeared to be a transition to an unconscious state as I took 18 more loads. As the video stopped and I removed the headset, I heard an ahem and turned to find my brother Adam. “Hot wasn’t it” I attacked and Adam did not bother with any heavy martial arts except a judo throw which left me upside down in the hallway. “I know it’s a shock bro but honestly – you cannot say you are not Horney right now. Seroconversion flu can do that you know”. I paused and realized my cock was maybe as hard as it had ever been poking out of my boxers. I passed out….

When I woke, my dick was soft and back in my boxers. My back and shoulder were sore. My dock keyboard was back on my desk free of stomach contents and smelling of Isopropyl Alcohol. There was a note, Bro – I cleaned off and used the leaf blower on your keyboard – your puke was industrial grade for such a delicate flower. Let it sit for another day before plugging it in.

I was not feeling like I was on my deathbed anymore, with no drugs or alcohol I was feeling a need to workout and at lest get some of those natural endorphins. I was not up for a run or lifting so I through a bike ride might just work. I took a dump, put on bikeshorts and checked my bike’s tires airpressure. I rode out of the subdivision over to the old train track bed that had been turned into a running and bike trail. Of course I had a lot on my mind, but soon I realized I had not brought my water bottle. I continued on to the public toilets and drank from the county park water spigot. I heard grunting from the stalls and fled. I continued my ride to the end of the trail and turned back. My extra effort in gears higher than I normally used had me panting and in a happily tired delirious state. Surely the grunting trolls were gone by now, I stopped again for a drink and a pee. An old guy and another person my age came in while I was drinking/peeing/drinking. The guy who was my age got on his knees and started sucking the old guy. My guts turned to water and I fled to the middle stall...

The older and younger guy went on for a bit then got in the two outboard stalls. I was about to bolt and escape since I noticed there were holes in the stall walls and my erection would be apparent to any observer. I leaned over and I saw the younger guy was on my left. Oblivious to traditional signals, he followed his two fingers rubbing on the glory hole with a ‘let me suck you’ whisper. I nervously considered - then stuck my hard on through – I was about to burst. I was fully expecting to have my thing bitten or chopped off like most any GH newbies have feared. Instead, my cock was engulfed by the velvet throat of what I was now thinking of as the ‘twink’, not realizing if he was a twink, what did that make me?

He brought me close but as I was making obvious sounds and leaking a steady stream of pre, he eased off and I heard behind me ‘let me eat your ass’. I was frustrated at not reaching completion, but I had never felt this horny before. I bent over and presented my ass to the hole with the troll.

I had nothing to compare it to, but I felt blissful as he rimmed my healing hole with a tongue that could only be described as energetically talented. At the same time, the twink slid his 7” uncut cock through and I met it with my lips in a daze. I licked the tip, the side, and then slid my tongue under the foreskin catching the pungent taste of foul cheese. I gagged, swallowed but continued down this evil path. My frame was tall, the stalls were small as I was filling the entire stall cross-space. I felt the tongue in my ass withdraw and be replaced by something bigger. Something in my minds background said 'again'? However my lips and throat were locked on the twink and my no longer virgin hole was reopening for its new lifestyle with bursts of pain and pleasure. Since the troll had entered with only sweat and spit, it was easy to feel the wet change as his precum and then volleys of cum painted my insides. The hum of my groans brought the twink to orgasm and my throat was painted with salty cum which at first made me gag, but then had me suckling for more.

Spin around and clean my cock said the troll. I did so and I tasted blood, cum, ass and whatever else. I started vacuuming his cock like an auto detailer looking for a good tip. Meanwhile the twink has grabbed my hole and led my ass back to his access slot in the wall. His cock was like mine, ready for round II and started jackhammering into my guts like his life depended on it. My body – possessed by something else with a horniness I had never felt with a girl went on overdrive. I painted a load on the trolls partition wall as I continued sucking his dick so hard he was protesting! My assgasm took the twink into his end-game blasting more cum into my ass. He stayed in my chute slowly pushing in and out as he went semi-hard. Then, I felt a new wet sensation that burned. Take my ChemPiss you slut. The burn against my newly opened anal wounds took me back and connected me to Burt’s ‘bump’. As my intruders zipped and left, the troll said thanks Hollywood! See ya in the funny papers….You’re a star!

After I collected myself and used some toilet paper to tampax my sloppy hole, I left the toilets to discover my bike seat had been stolen. It was a choice of walking home, a true leg burn ride, or impaling myself Hara-Kiri style on my seat brace. I opted for the burn and leaked all the way home – the wet spots on my bikeshorts was obvious.

….To be continued…..

[PozBottomACNJ]

I love this! Virgin, rape,poz gangbang, AND Tina! 

I hope this story will continue, and hope we'll see the new porn star taking on even more men, willingly, or not, and becoming a REAL Tina whore!

[SPUNPIG]

We should get together 

[DevilDawg]

Thanks for the kind words, even though I am sometimes looking for a harsh flogging. I am been a Breeding Zone Lurking Fan for some time and decided it was time to contribute more than spooge in a tissue. Your comments warm my cockles!  

7-14-2025

The ride home I was wobbly and high. I was confused, anxious, and maybe a little paranoid. I thought I was being followed, I took a circuitous rt back home took off my bike shorts and socks which smelled ass residue and cum, sniffed my running shoes as well and put them all in the wash with plenty of detergent and started the quick cycle. I went to the master bath and noticed the bidet. I had always ignored cunty womanly things but decided to try it and rinse some of my shame away.  I remembered the taste of my own ass on the trolls cock and told myself next time, I’ll use this before… no WAIT! It was never going to happen, ever again. I went into the shower and turned all the nozzles to HOT. During the shower I remembered the twink talking about Chem Piss and the warm burning just like Burts ‘bump’. I was coming down from whatever had been pissed up my ass so I stopped the shower, pooped out as much cum, piss and threads of red then took another shower. I normally sleep in running shorts or boxers, but feeling the continued wetness of my hole, I used cotton briefs, running shorts and PJ bottoms to help absorb my secrets. I crashed into bed and slept like a dead man. I was awakened by a yelp. Adam was in my door dripping with a towel around his waist exclaiming Dude! Did you have to use ALL the hot water? And stomped off to his room tossing the towel on the hamper as he passed. I lay there and tried to assess where my life had gone wrong and flexed my aching muscles and eventually drifted off to a disturbed bizarre slumber.

When I woke, there was an itch in my ass and I felt that need for something addictive. Alcohol was no option and getting friends to buy for me in my condition was risky. What my soul longed for is some strong weed or maybe a little voice said – something stronger? Jim and Brad were out, that left Adam (who was not around) or Burt. I practiced my apology the entire way walking over. As I knocked on the door, it opened and before I could say a word I was snatched inside! I was crying I’m sorry please don’t kill me! The laughter continued. Kill You? You’re an A number 1 cock sleeve and your loyalty in not reporting us showed you to be a trustworthy addict and those are few and hard to find. Plus, we got some free access to Adams Streaming channel and drinks on the house at the leather bar. “So, you’re not mad” I stammered? Well, I was pissed but you took it like a man! Or perhaps a little Girl! To some chuckling agreement around the circle. What’s your pleasure? I hesitantly asked about his term ‘bump’? Burt Exclaimed Damn! Every Gayboy needs a mentor! There is no manual for Douching and Bumping! I agreed and told him about my distasteful lesson on ass cleanouts. I also inquired about Chem Piss? Shure boy, recycling is good for the environment! Lets go to the classroom! I was led downstairs to the basement and was told to strip. I was shivering on the piss damp floor but needed that hot/horny feeling again. There is the flogging Cross, but that is advanced upper-class level for sure. The Dog Cage but you are a little lanky and big for that. The Stocks are also advanced. Lets try my favorite teaching platform the sling! Normally there would be a safe word but that is for Freshmen and you are obviously at least a Sophomore Collegiate Jock. Help him in the sling boys.

 

For Meth, Tina, Crystal, etc. less is more. Too Much and you cannot subtract (get me)? Basic portions are called favors. You can snort (but not today), There is the Slam which is an injection, we’ll see how you do with the pipe and the bump. Hmm, You have already smoked Tina Based Weed (That is what started this Rodeo), there is the Booty Bump which you were present at but in no condition to appreciate, then there is the Pipe which I think you will like. I know you used a bong for some of my weed in the past, the pipe is like that but without the water. Too much can result in a Tombstone, Too Little Nothing Much. Middle mark your Horney as Hell, a little bit over that, you get Tina Dick which is your tool trying to hide from others. Lets try for the Goldilocks Just right measure shall we?

Let’s start with the pipe, then progress to the Booty Bump. What followed was a repeat of my Biker Gang Bang but I was an semi-educated slut this time (or so I thought). The differences were instead of sobbing and take it out, my new programmed slut responses where more, deeper, harder, faster.

When things became coherent again and I had spiraled down to Earth, Burt said That Was FUN! Lets do it again sometime. I saw you are now POZ, I can get you branded or tatted if you want. I have enough college boys that will pay for POZ and I’ll whore you out for favors and cash. Think about it and don’t be a stranger. You can make some extra cash to help with your scholarship!

I woke to a sunny but windy day, to an unhappy psyche and aching muscles. On top of all of that my asshole was itching. Did my business on the toilet, then the bidet, but my ass was still itching. I pressed a dollop of Vaseline up my hole. Mom was still home and sternly asked ‘what did I tell you about your nasty clothes’ I froze and opened my mouth but she said ‘this is the last time I’m going to tell you to not use a spin setting when you wash your tennis shoes and bustled out to her car and work.

I had planned to go running until I fixed my bicycle and had forgotten about my shoes. However, they had been opened up and were on the round box fan blowing vertically. I felt ashamed that my Mom was casually looking out for me when I could I could not plan or organize squat. I laced up my nearly dry shoes and went on a run definitely steering clear of the park toilets on the other side of the hills after a good stretch of all the muscles, especially calves, thighs, hips and back. I ran towards the college Football Fields and Track Grounds. From baseball, and basketball, I was not into distance running, but combined sprints with light jogging for over a mile to the Track Fields.  I jogged past to the woods beyond where meandering paths had plenty of shade along with benches and picnic tables. The woods were empty this morning except for two guys, one of whom flashed his cock at me. As a jock, I had plenty of experience ignoring cock and ass when I was just one of the team, but my new parasite of sin made me double take and trip causing a total wipeout. Had this been on pavement I would have left a skidmark of skin and blood. In this regard I was lucky since I only received scrapes and a mouthful of dirt. They stopped their teasing games and ran to me - after a quick check helped me to a picnic table. As I came to my senses, the curly haired one was apologizing. Sorry Dude, we were just kidding but then he noticed I was ignoring his words and staring at his crotch. Curly said to his buddy “He might be a little dazed but likely not suffering from attention deficit disorder. I was just now tuning into their conversation. Curly’s friend replied you Pre-Med fags are all the same – diagnosing a young lad you think with your cock while he laughed harder.  Curly started to retort but stopped. He flipped down his shorts and said you like what you see? When I licked my lips Curly said see Ted, just a lad that knows what he likes, then to me well, let my lil buddy know how much you admire him and my mouth descended and sheathed his uncut cock. Ted said wow! Shouldn’t we check for a concussion? Curly scolded him stop Ted, you know it’s hard to look into someone’s eyes when they are sucking your cock but – hey kid look up at me with both eyes! I did the long doe eyed look at him, both pupils a little blown, rules out a concussion. He does not look like a Meth Whore but he sure sucks like one. Ted said maybe further testing is required. He went behind me and pulled my shorts down. When he fingered my hole he found the Vaseline dollop. Ted said I do not know about the meth factor but he certainly passes the whore test. I moaned and leaned back off of Curly’s dick which dropped out of my mouth as I moaned. Ted rolled back and I was fully hilted on his cock. Curly went to our legs, pulled my shorts off of one leg-spread me and in a confusing maneuver started DPing my ass. To my astonishment, my body did not put up much of a ruckus except that my cock felt ready to burst.as the rolling rubed past my love button, a shrieked, my ass contracted and I brought them to a happy ending as I was spraying the table with my seed. Just then a crackle of branches and campus security rolled up in a golf cart. An insane flash of the old joke that the person on the bottom always gets caught interrupted my train of thought but in this situation I was on top! I levitated off of their poes with a plop and was off through the brush like a startled deer. With my shorts hooked on one shoe. By the time I made it home, my torn shorts were mostly hiding my sins but my full bore dash through the scrub made me look like I had lost a fight with an alley cat. I knocked on Adams door (remembering he last time) but he was not in. I downed a bottle of water and got cleaned up and dressed, wrote Adam a note and collapsed in the den’s easy chair.

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I woke to Adam shaking my shoulder with a concerned look. What’s the matter? Wearily I brought him up to date. Lets go to my room. Once inside he closed and locked the door, ‘Cameras are off – I promise’. He went to his computer and started some searched. Yes, confirmed, my seroconversion was a matter of days but there are cases where it can last weeks. Maybe a reaction to your meds? My face fell. What, you have not been taking your meds? Bro, some people decide to drop meds, but control and countermeasures to the initial replication of the Virus is why it was so rampart when unchecked in the Patient Zero Days. At first, there were no tools to stop it, then the tools were marginally successful but also toxic. But Bro, you need to stop the avalanche before you can dig out. Got your scripts? Lets go get your meds right fucking now!

The next afternoon, I was legs up in Dr. Fardshisheh’s gynecological table (I had finally learned to pronounce his name). and he was finishing his checkup. Adam was setting in the ‘parent/chaperone’ chair. The Doc told me he was disappointed in me, he had asked for and expected me to follow his advice – perhaps he needed to report me to the County Health Department for being insincere or unserious about your health and the health of others. Since you are adverse to counselling or reporting. I understand why you will not be doing a sexual assault outcry since I subscribe to your Brothers Page and saw your production. Don’t you remember I said I was a fan? We are going to try some non-standard practice and treatments. It appears your seroconversion and or some possible neurological issues may be causing hyper sexualization. It would explain a lot. There is unfortunately no blood or simple behavioral test that would adequately explore your triggers within a useful timeframe. We have noticed a few things in further exams.. Your adventure in the woods have added to your fissure count. Nurse Beckett is going to administer the medication to make sure the application instructions are followed to the letter. He is going to rubber up since he does not want to catch any of the other bugs you have managed to pick up in the last few days. If we time it right, you will not get the ‘pissing glass shards’ feeling from the Gonorrhea. I now serve notice that there are more extreme things that can be done to mitigate your hyper sexualization. Locking butt plugs that lock to a cock and ball ring for one.  These can be fun, but become intolerable after a time. For now, Nurse Buckner will administer the first treatments. He loves baseball and loves to use his bat on jock balls.  Your meds are intravenous. I know you are a little stressed and forgetful. This way, we know you have taken your meds. Nurse?

RN Bruckner stepped up on the step of the gynecological table and lowered his scrubs. His hands were gloved up and he rolled silicone rubber on his 8“ uncut cock. He took some anal gel and loaded a fat syringe. He used a little lube on a finger to get the tip in and sent the plunger home. He then inserted his cock and pushed it in to the hilt to my groans and whimpers. He pumped his cock in and out a few times, then withdrew his cock and reshot another dose of medication deep into my colon followed by his cock plunger. Adam told me he advised you to douche before coming, and your normal bowel functions will deliver the medications to your fissures just like a hemorrhoid package would. As Nuse Buckner continued his part, Adam manipulated my balls and the Doc stroked me to a milking explosion. This was repeated until I was crying in agony and only a little ooze could be produced by further milking.

… To Be Continued….

(note) I nay have scrambled a paragraph sequence. I'll review when I am sober. Cheers!