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!

 

[Pnp-pig]

Great story!!!!!  More please! @DevilDawg

[DevilDawg]

(note, this story has challenged me but I omitted a few things that would interrupt the flow. I also tried to lay out as much as I could before my Ottawa Trip and hopeful loading at the end of the week. {Fingers and Toes Crossed}. I also tried to lay out enough to allow binge reading so that the end of the transmission is not reached before your orgasmic bliss). I also feel obligated (please do not hate me) to point out that the best way to enjoy a party is to NOT croak from an OD). That said, enjoy this latest load: 

 

7-14-c

Dr. Fardshisheh and Adam left Richard and Nurse Brukner to their task and went to the  coffee shop in the Dr’s Medical Office Building. Over Coffee for the Doc and Tea for Adam the Doc broached some obvious problems and issues. “You know Adam, you have created a Monster. His walks on the wild side is going to get him into trouble”. Adam replied “Don’t I know it, things were much quieter when he was just a dumb straight jock”. I might have even become an Uncle! Little chance of that now”…

I have seen this progression in others, but never this fast. Right now, he is a kid with a new toy and it’s unlikely he will ever stop playing with it. However, he is obviously on a road of discovery and who knows what will come of it? Adam responded that Richard with his only real experience as a Jock had never really had a relationship with a girl, and he certainly has not had time to develop one with a guy.

His Pozzing Conversion video was a success, has he expressed any interest in doing more? If we box him in, he will bust out. If we create an attractive sand box maybe we can entice him to play within those boundaries and not cross the street? Adam responded, Doc, have you ever gotten sand in your pussy? You think he is agitated now? Sheesh!

Doc said lets think on the issue, something might present itself. They returned to the exam room, RN Bruckner was just finishing up.

Doc said “Richard? Can you hear me? Richard came out of his daze. This small but plug will not add to the damage, but will help keep you from leaking in public he said as he was inserting the plug in Richard’s sloppy hole. Now lift your legs out of the stirrups and as I did, RN Brukner slipped a thong over my feet and up my legs. Raise your ass please, lets get the strap in your crack to keep the plug in. It’s important to let the medication do its work. You do not need sutures but if you continue down this path, I will have to sew your ass shut. As I laughed Doc continued you don’t think I am serious? Try me! Adam note some of the old Richard’s startled concern flashed over his face. Great, he is still in there,,,,

On the way home, Adam commented it’s just as well you do not own a car, what the fuck did you do to your bike? ‘Lost the seat I mumbled’. ‘Lost it up your ass’? Adam asked. Richard tried a stern look but then both brothers broke out laughing. I ordered you a new one Adam said, the delivery prediction is correct, it will be here tomorrow. You are going to take it easy tomorrow, and we will see if anything presents itself. Doc and Nurse Bruckner want us back tomorrow – with the plug and medicines in you. Doc said he will know if you cheat and I believe him.

After some tossing and turning, I was frustrated by the small plug in my ass. Wondering just how serious Doc was with his warning, I did not what to find out what he would actually do. But still, the plug was just almost pushing my button. I went to my weight bent, angled the backrest, rolled up a towel bicycle seat style longways and settled the crack of my ass over the lump. MMMM, much better. I drifted off to a dream filled slumber.

RICHARD! I startled awake! Mom said “I’ve been calling you” That athletic supporter is indecent, anyway come and get breakfast. Adam said you have not been eating right and I know you have been under the weather. I pulled on some basketball shorts and tank top. Adam was emerging from his room with a look of alarm then relief. Looks like you both overslept! Breakfast is on the table. As I sat and started scooping some cut fruit bits onto my plate. Mom said ‘you have changed’, what have you done with my son? No Bacon? she laughed then asked, Still feeling under the weather? I’ve got to go to work, you boys have fun.

As soon as he left, Adam said find your flipflops, lets go. I said who made you boss kid brother? Doc did I answered and unless you want to explain your county health record to your scholarship coordinator and coach, I suggest we get going.

As they neared the Dr’s Office Complex, Adam noted that Richard had perked up and almost looked eager.

Back in the stirrups, Doc removed the thong and plug. It looks like you have been a good boy. Let’s flush this all out and repack you. Nurse Bruckner stepped up with a bedpan and bulb. Adam said to me and Doc, I have an errand but I’ll be back. Richard was well lubed even after the flush but as Nurse Bruckner was thrusting, he felt a squeeze in Richard’s Ass and the condom snapped. A wink and a smile told the Nurse Richard was OK, but the break was no accident. He put on a heavier duty condom before continuing.

Meanwhile, Adam was over at Burt’s smoking a bowl and asking if he had any pozzing conversion parties planned. As a matter of fact, I was thinking Rush Week and Break Week. Rush Week, all the Frat Boys are playing with their Greek Paddles, but the male student body at large is looking to get wild as well. Same for Fall and Spring Breaks.

   How about a video party? I need to keep Richard out of bad trouble and if we mark different wristbands or better yet collars, people can pre-decide if they want to be in the video for some fame and a cut, or they can opt out with a different color. What do you think? Burt thought for a bit, I have some warehouse space that can be used. Let’s get some lists of todo items. When should we have it? The sooner the better said Adam, but I think we can wait till Rush Week.

Back in the stirrups, Richard was getting his plug and thong back. After the condom snap, Richard was able to wriggle and get some prostate rubs which resulted in a happy ending for Richard, a sphincter clutch from Richard, and from his expression, Nurse Bruckner was not displeased about it either. The orgasm did include a scratch feeling inside my piss tube but I thought nothing of it.

Adam was not back yet, and Richard told Doc, you said I had been a good boy, do I really need to wait for Adam? Well, your CD4 is better, your IV Retrovirals and meds seem to have everything under control, but no unprotected sex!

I took the bus home and saw that my bike seat had been delivered. I put it in the friction clamp and everything was fine. Still in basketball shorts, tank top, thong flipflops and an accessory butt plug on the inside I went for a ride. I remembered I had not stretched and stopped. After a proper round of flexes, I continued up to my favorite trail and found myself by the Park Toilets. I was repeating a mantra of beagoodboy, beagoodboy, beagoodboy as I went inside for a drink and a pee. This time, I took my seat with!!! Nurse Bruckner had not milked me dry because of the happy hands free ending I had while he was packing me. A few boring pstronds came in to simply use the facilities. I was in the center stall, then my Twink came in. My heart beat faster, yes, he came into the left stall with the larger hole. I rubbed two fingers on the edge and his hard cock came through. I started sucking it like I was going to detach it. He was saying easy but seemed to be getting into the vacuum chamber of my Skull Catching. I was rewarded with his salty cream filling, and when he was done spurting and I paused suckling, he turned around and bent over. I took a sniff (musky) and a lick, and realized my slut training had its gaps and omissions. Confronted with a beautiful pucker, I drove my tongue inside and wrapped my Mouth O ring around his Pucker O ring in a passionate French Kiss with my tongue delving deeper. The gasps and purring on the other side of the wall were music to my ears, I found even with the huge nut I had shot before had me hard, so I stood up and shoved my dick home. The pleased sounds from the other side were driving me into rougher and faster thrusts. I was thinking Topping is great, then I remembered Doc, and I asked him if he wanted me to pull out or rubber up? He yelled BREED ME! I shot the entire contents of my balls which felt like it included a pack of jumbled razor blades. I howled and pulled out. As my Twink was saying thanks for that, I was saying great gottago. And hurried out of the stall, grabbed my bike, adjusted the seat, and zoomed home getting a real leg day in. The seat action on my plug was giving my plug a push into my love button and causing a stream of ball dregs and pre to ooze out which felt like more razor blades shaving the inside of my dick.

 Arriving home, I left the thong on but took an ice cold shower, opened the pouch, and felt some relief. I noticed some dregs of something still oozing out of my piss slit. I tried the hot tub.. Agony! Back to the shower, some relief. Adam found me butt on the side seat, legs in the hot tub, crotch out of the water trying to look innocent. You been good? I nodded. Adam continued – I am sorry Bro, you were pushed into the deep end past the dancing, hanging out, all the non-sex gay stuff that can make a gayboy happy even when his balls are drained or his ass is full. Will you let me help you with this as you start college? I nodded, and then an actual guilty but sincere trigger prompted me to say Adam? Yes? I Love you.

 During the next days packing session, Nurse Bruckner brought my discomfort and discharge to the Doc’s attention. Lets add in a binary antibiotic, we will have to gang bang this infection.

More treatments followed as summer always seems to speed up towards the end. My cock and ass were back to normal. I still was Horney all the time and the Doc had speculated this might be neurological or phycological. Making up for lost time wasting effort on girls when I was obviously not suited for straight life. He said you might even have girlfriends, but they will simply be friends. There is more to life than swapping body fluids and getting high…

As I started college, the scholarship director said even though I was local, Coach wanted the new team members in the dorms. It was easier to note curfew compliance, comradery, and getting to know teammates as friends. Surprise, Ted was on the team and Curly (his real name was Nathan) was a constant cheering section. Surprisingly Jeff Bruckner was also often there. When schedules permitted. Nathan had promised not to flash me and distract me from a play, but post game, everything was fair play. Nathan and Ted had also outrun the overweight campus security guard, his cart was definitely not built for rough terrain pursuit.

Rush Week approached. I was voluntold by Adam and Burt that my medication vacation services were required for a pozzing conversion party at the warehouse district. I abstained from sex for a week and Burt also hooked me up with Viagra plus favors. As the poarty started the countdown, I was at maximum, Burt had balanced out a Goldilocks load of G, Tinapipe, booty Bump, and Viagra. I had a full load of toxic spooge and an itch to seed. Everyone agreed that they understood the rules. Pink collars were Bare Boys who were not looking for Poz and for the color blind the collar also had the glowing reflection from black lightning.  For POZ and anything Goes, Orange was the flavor of the month. There was a ground level wall with gloryholes and cutouts for full padded benches where pozquesters were on their backs with their legs strapped to the wall presenting ass and groin. There were also fuckbenches where pozquesters would be on their stomach with ass to the hole. There was a balcony on construction stage scoffolds that had the stage floor height at just the right height where the gloryhole slot was at mouth level for someone standing upright on the main level while the upper level guest was also in a standing position. The raised floor of the stage also allowed predators to shop for prey and victims from a comfortable vantage point. There were slings of course, but there was no easy solution for sling lizards.

I fucked and recharged, Fucked and recharged. There was also a watersports area, but I was trying to not flush too much of the good stuff out of my system. I was finishing up what I thought would be my last fuck of the night with a tight ass in a large round glory hole. The pig was squealing and I was going to town and blew the last of my available deathseed into the sweet ass, then I shouted take my chem piss you slut! The pig pulled off abruptly spun around and popped up and said Richard? DAD!right at that time my troll rounded the wall and asked hey Hollywood, How’s it Hanging? From the other partition, Twink popped up and said, Hey! You gave me Gono! Adam swears it was not a setup, but he got the whole Kodak moment on video (the little shit)!

 

(not the end)

[DevilDawg]

I have more but may have to rework - (the Next Part). Thank you for your enthusiastic Reponses. I maybe thought I might get (a) reaction or perhaps a couple.. I had jumped ahead in the story line and it seems to work if the responses are any indication. But I may have painted myself into a corner.  You see, while this IS a work of fiction, I have experienced or seen (almost) everything in the story. The line the guy on the bottom always gets caught was in retrospect hilarious using the lens of time - at the time it was terrifying, but I cannot reflect the details here. Where I bogged down was true relationships as opposed to making the chains on a sling jingle. The quest to make Richard realize he could move into a a real relationship (vanilla or depraved) was one of the goals. What stumps me fictionally is the dark spirit that sent me on a fictional vision quest of discovery through writing in the first place. If the forum readers have a suggestion on how to pull out of this funk, I am open to suggestions I have seen such queries in story threads before. Perhaps as I previously stated, getting loaded up at Club Ottawa next weekend might inspire me. However, it is more likely seeing close Leather Friends in Ottawa will point me to a solution.  I feel I owe it to the story and anyone who enjoys it not to just spackle on a band aid and say fini. So it will be a pause for a few days. I also need to ask one of the moderators a technical question so I'll do that while being careful not to wreck the story. Thanks for your patience. Cheers!

[versmetropig]

I've been enjoying this sTory thoroughly since you began it @DevilDawg, and thank you for loading a few chapters at once, allowing us to have a longer time to get aroused by your hot story-line. Loved having Dad be one of the three when all was 'exposed' shall we say, very fun! Please don't feel like you are not getting enough feedback - you are doing a great job and I for one am looking forward to more!

[negchaserlooking]

Awesome story

[Pnp-pig]

Thank you, this story is great ! @DevilDawg

cannot wait to read more about Richard and Adam!

[TaKinGDeePanal]

17 hours ago, DevilDawg said:

What stumps me fictionally is the dark spirit that sent me on a fictional vision quest of discovery through writing in the first place. If the forum readers have a suggestion on how to pull out of this funk, I am open to suggestions

Just a thought - you could include an apparition visiting at night who is not a hallucination. 

[DevilDawg]

o   (note) {Please excuse the balls, I find them easier to juggle}

o   In a State College town with or without a Gay community or gayborhood, there always seems to be an all night diner. For gays it is a place to refuel and gossip when too spun to go to bed. Even straight folk need a place to eat after a night of Beer Pong.

o   Dad herded Adam and myself to a table just as a group was leaving. A lot of eyes were directed in our direction but overhearing was unlikely. During the short drive over, my spinning brain stabilized I had been sluggishly formulating questions. Dad, why did you let me Poz you? Son’ I’ve been poz since your Mom was pregnant with Adam. Adam was also honest, he did not set this up but I was there keeping an eye on you. I had chanced to meet Burt at the lumberyard and he mentioned you had promise. Your metamorphosis from being a rude kid into something special was amazing and has sparked him to have an interest in you.

o   The looks and whispers had continued and a college age kid hesitantly approached the table and then as if on a dare blurted “Is it true that you Pozzed your Dad”? Dad deadeyed him back as I opened my mouth and said “Yes, and our relationship is off to a new level”.  As the stunned kid retreated and the murmurs grew Dad turned to me and said “There you go Richard, the die is cast”.

o   Dad, if you were POZ, why did you pull off? Son, I can be Gay because I kick ass at my job, I can even be HIV Positive, but regardless of that, I still would get fired if I pissed hot during a random drug test. As exciting as taking your chempiss would be, it is not a path I can risk right now. I am not going to try to lecture you at this point. I was not always there for you when it mattered most being on travel so much. I only ask that if you get fucked up, you do it with your friends. They are not likely to leave you in a ditch or worse. If your life ended, mine would as well. “Dad.. I’m just adopted”. “Son, Adam was a blessing but you were the pick of the litter”! I looked from Adam rolling his eyes back to Dads sincere face. Dad continued – “My distractions and stress when I learned about Adam coming so closed after we adopted you including possible sibling rivalry or flat out incompatibility was a stress I had not planned for and had difficulty coping with. I certainly had other things on my mind than playing safe, I understand you know what that’s like. I was not chasing, but I felt such a weight lifted when I got the Fuck Flu. I am just thankful that I have been here to watch you grow up into a man.

o   Richard, you are already a celebrity but after tonight Word is going to get around. You need some mentoring. Some boys come out of the closet, some are dragged out of the closet, You exploded out of the closet. Going from a flat footed stop to the speeds you are going without some mentoring  could burn you out, burn you up, or something unspeakable. Adam will help, right Adam? “Sure Dad”. He waived at the the waitress, let’s order….

o   The coaching staff for teams not involved with Football had lightened up during Rush Week so as to not fry the athletes who were also in Greek Life. Coach and team training for new baseball players was getting into high gear with the heavy efforts after Rush Week. The athletic department staff were also scoping out athletic scholarship freshmen who had lettered in High School as fill ins for teams, and of course scholarship recipients also had to help other teams and caching staff during those seasons. Just because Baseball season was several months away did not mean they were easy on us, they buckled down hard. Coach Barnes was the Baseball Coach and jumped right into pain on a painful morning. OK boys, Rush week is over, you’ve had your fun, now you pay the price. He was stern but fair, the workouts started easy enough but some Freshmen were puking anyway.

o   The athletic slot class schedule of my 1st Semester was mandatory core and electives. This was nothing like Highschool. I mistakenly picked what I thought were going to be easy courses but was mistaken. Also, I was having some attention distractions of my inner slut speaking sweet nothings as I was trying to concentrate. Literary Studies on  1000 and 1 nights was morphing into 1001 loads, references to the Trojan War took me back to Jeff Bruckner breaking a condom in my ass and I jumped from the remembered snap. The thought of nearly naked beefcakes packed Nutt to Butt in a statue had me developing a wet spot in my shorts. Before practice or locker room duty I would always have to rush to the bathroom and rub out a load to minimize showing wood near the showers in an inappropriate moment. My Extra Curricular activities were not helping my concentration either. Helping at one of Burt’s basement dungeon Pozing Parties had my slut demon purring as I thrusted into some Neg College Ass while barefoot on the piss damp floor. These feelings expanded when my feet and toes were suckled on while getting pounded in a sling by a Patron waiting their turn at my ass. I began to think of my entire body as a sexual pitcher and catcher. I had had wet dreams as a kid when my balls dropped, nowadays my balls were always too drained to drop a load in the sheets, just some ooze. My often sodden jock and my slut beast’s purring during water sports made ‘wet dream’ take on a whole new meaning.

o   Then I was thrown a curveball. Adam handed me a note from Dad. ..”Son, that mentoring we talked about, well it’s on. Be at Burt’s after class Friday afternoon. Wear or have your boots, jeans, and a long sleeve shirt, you can be commando, but I recommend a jock. Have fun but PAY ATENTION! This is a lesson curriculum that is more important than Psych 101 or Literature. Do as you are told but questions are ok because without them you will learn less. Your weekend absence has been cleared with the coaching staff. It’s a family thing if anyone else asks. Oh, and don’t take your phone. But do bring your meds. A change of clotes is not necessary

o   When I got to Burt’s Friday afternoon he said great boy, you’re not so distracted you forgot to follow instructions. If you need to poop, do it now and pointed to the bathroom, if you don’t need to go, try anyway.. When I returned, he said we are going on a ride and he ushered me into his garage which was filled with motorcycles. He herded me towards the front row by the outside door. You need to pay real close attention. If you don’t listen, I will not have to throw you to the pavement, because motherfucking physics will. This is as 1953 Thunderbird very like Marlin Brando rode in the Wild Ones which is very appropriate for this weekend. I put on a thermal wrap but you are going to keep your right leg off the exhaust anyway! It gets hot quick. Brando’s bike had a saddle, this one has buddy seating. Keep your feet on the fucking pegs. Don’t stress, but keep pressure on the pegs. You are prone to overdoing things but if you keep too much pressure on, your legs will feel like you have been doing squats for hours. There are no hot tubs at the farm, we used to have one but spooge and other things clogged the filters and made maintenance ridiculous. Now, look under the seat. As I bent over to look, Burt started stroking my ass. I looked through the naked frame (it was not jam packed with stuff like a modern bike) and saw a metal block attached to the bottom of the seat with a short strut pointing towards the rear and a thick steel spring stubbing out pointing towards the front. The whole thing was the size of a small clenched fist but looked otherwise unremarkable. “Boy, that is my Motorcycle resonator. I am letting you know now, because some boys I have taken for a ride have freaked out and would like to avoid you trying that on the highway”. I mumbled “I would expect a stick or built in dildo”. Burt laughed, anything like that would gut you like a fish - even Tom’s motorcycle series depicted that Boys were happy enough with the real flesh toys up their backside. Tom? “I asked”. “Shit boy, you just added another class to the weekend”! Now, you feel the need to piss, just cut loose. It will be harder than you think, but you will not need the pants once we get to the Farm. My butt has been wet before. Now, riding rules. You are going to be wearing a helmet with eyewear. You will keep your mouth closed. You were not bug chasing when you got pozzed but you have taken to it like a duck to water but listen, you swallow an insect at highway speeds you could be distracted from following my rules. You will hold me tight, you cannot squeeze me too hard, this is not a situation where less is more. You can look left when I am looking right, or you can look the same way. Do NOT lean in a direction opposite from me” Understand? Feel free to look right or left when we are going straight The first time a pillion rider is surprised by a quick stop is always memorable but you do not want a bloody nose as you kiss the back of my head, remember that rule.  We will do a few turns around the neighborhood and let you get used to everything, then we will hit the road. When I stop, you keep your feet on your pegs At low revs, you can hear me tell you to put your feet down and straddle if need be, I know from your long legs you can flat foot at a stop even spreading for the exhaust. I get on, I start it, then you get on when I motion. An unasked question is the mark of the unteachable. You got any questions? I responded, “I’ll try to remember and do as you say”. “Let me rephrase boy, you are now going to teach me what you are supposed to do”. I stumbled through a rehash of his tutorial and he nodded. That is better retention than I was expecting. Now, let me start this beast he motioned for me to back step back. He reached over and hit the garage door opener, set his ignition, then rose up and dropped as he licked the bike into life. “I already had the bitch warmed up” he shouted. He sat upright, handlebars squared, bike upright. He motioned for me to get on. As I put my leg over looking for the pegs, my ass went on the seat and I levitated up and then cam back down delicately. I was catching a resonated vibration right on my love button. My ass and balls were jiggling, and my entire groin was in a massage chair. I felt Burt laughing as I made sure my boots were properly set on both passenger pegs grabbed him and tapped his belly twice. He pulled out of the garage slowly, rode to the end of the drive, stopped and reached into his leather jacket pocket for his remote. I could see he was looking in the mirror to verify the door closed and then we were off. I was asking myself how far are we going? I had forgotten to ask and could not ask now over the noise. We went down some side streets and did some turns plus a U-turn in the cul-de-sac. Shortley, we were at a light, got a green and we were on the highway. Burt was right, it was hard to think about pissing with clothes on, but the shaking was sloshing my bladder and I was shortly oozing pee like I was peeing in a swimming pool. I don’t know if he purposely took the scenic route, but he passed the county Park Trail Toilets and the woods by the Athletic Fields where I had learned new levels of depravity. We exited the urban zone which transitioned to hills with banked curves, on each one he rolled off the throttle and slippered around the turn banks – gravity pressing my ass into a firmer contact with my resonator fluffer. I was trying to focus on not forgetting what I was doing as the ecstasy grew. All too soon, I came to be aware we had stopped and the motorcycle was off. It still felt like my balls were in a vibrator and my ass was a buzzing numbness like I had been on a long bicycle ride. We’re here boy. He was holding the bike vertical, and I realized I needed to get off. I awkwardly got off and promptly fell. Burt said, yes, that is another reason for the helmet, but don’t worry, your talented ass cannot be broken that easily. Another reason for the helmet is we cannot have a knock on the head turning you straight! My confused look prompted him to add were going to have to work on that funny bone of yours but your Dad and Brother said you did not watch a lot of TV except Sports. Good for you, dreaming about tight-ends is what the youth of today need to focus on.

o   We went inside the farmhouse. Some training highlights: Your brain is going to start making connections. These are going to include situations, smells, sounds, heat, cold, tactile sensations, light, darkness, etc. This can be a good thing, and it can also be a bad thing. Let me explain: If you wear your favorite crusty jock to one of your mid-term class tests, I guarantee you will be thinking more about the loads you took in your ass wearing that jock than the test questions. Obviously, you also do not want to wear any sex toys to class. You think I am kidding? The genius who designed my seat resonator wore a remote control vibrator to class and the dumbshit forgot to keep the remote batteries as fresh as the ones in the vibrator. You know how quiet a class can get when it becomes obvious a student has a vibrator up his ass he cannot turn off? Burt saw my expression and asked – you think I am kidding? Ask around the engineering department about electroboy. I understand you are well on your way to being infamous as well, your pozzing video was just the start, your antics with your Dad at the PnP party and the Diner are making you the talk of the school whether they connect it with you. Gayboys are just as gossipy as little girls, don’t be surprised if it eventually reached the student body that “he’s the boy who pozzed his dad at a Rush Week Rave”. There is also going to be some important non-sexual info like avoiding getting bashed or robbed. A few other cautions like reliance on safe words and playing with strangers, especially if a bondage situation is a factor. Last for now: I am pulling my offer of getting you a POZ Tat or Brand. Sometime in the future perhaps, but there is no place on your body that it could be hidden during away games. Your Head Coach is one us. Gay and Poz, but not all the assistant coaches are, nor are all the assistant coaches and staff That goes for team mates as well. This leads to part II. If your infamy grows in the Student Body – a definite possibility we will cover ways to not get baited, thrown off the team, and your scholarship jeopardized. While it would of course not happen in actuality, no gayboy can be called motherfucker in the showers and not get a blood pressure rise to a boil or not come out swinging. You are unique in that I have never had to plan for contingencies of possibly being called fatherfucker. It has simply never come up until now. He looked up to see my downcast eyes. Boy, that is the WRONG response his voice raised. Then his voice got softer - Settle down, we will think of something. Hmmm…

o   You know, your changes in behavior between Pre-Poz and Post Poz have been remarkable. I was sure your dick attitude (I flinched at the generic shortening of the name Richard) would have eventually have gotten you into big trouble. The wrong attitude and responses during your first session with us could have resulted in some serious damage, but your inner slut started leaking out and taking over and saved you. You took it like the champ you are. Just like in baseball, you cannot win without drills, practice, stretching, and playing both the physical and the metal game. I have broken in many a boy, sub, slave, and pig. Don’t let this go to your head(s) Big or Small – but you have great promise of achieving celebrity status as a slut! On the flip side, you will be safer and enjoy your play sessions if you pay attention during these training days. Your mind will wander when you are high, that will be obvious to me and I can adjust. However, if you are NOT high and I see you getting bored, I have ways that will definitely bring you into THE NOW! Again, this weekend ‘workshop’ will be like a fire hydrant enema – a lot to process. And testing will follow.

o   OK, First order of Business! You must look me in the eyes and promise me you will not use anyone else’s favors without my express permission. This is non-negotiable. If you grew your own weed, that would be an exception but you don’t so It does not matter. The stuff some dealers mix into their shit would give you nightmares. OK? I looked deep into his hazel eyes which seemed to now have bigger pupils and said “Yes Sir”! Good Boy, that’s what I like to hear.

o   Let’s talk about the dungeon in town. Your first time, you learned a lot. You learned more at our little Poz Conversion Parties. Let’s up the spectrum and the volume. The Farm is better quipped. If you know your favorite things or limits when sober, and know your favorite things when high, you are way more likely to make good choices and make informed decisions that will deepen your sexual beast’s pleasure and shorten recovery times. If you know what makes you have a Tina Dick with or without Tina, then you know to not put the cart before the horse and get your Pitching in early – you can catch later. (The reverse is not always true) If your balls are drained, you are less likely to be shower baited with an erection to a taunting that secretly turns you on. We will also cover managing your dance card. Just like any school or dependent task if you develop good habits when sober, and practice them when spun, you will have a busier night. As I previously said - your beast will be frustrated if it wants to Top and your cunt has been gobbling so much G and Tina that you have a Tina Dick. Task management might sound ridiculous to a slut like you but you may eventually see the wisdom of that topic. Have a beer, then take a nap.

o   On waking – Burt said ”OK, stretching is important”

o   Burt covered topics like target of opportunity fucks, tricks to maintaining a sweet fuckable ass, what to do when you are about to fuck a dirty bugger, the topic chain went on and on.

o   Lube, a little goes a long way, too much lube is wasteful. Too much lube can reduce the friction to an unenjoyable level Too little can bring things to a bloody screeching halt. We are not worrying about condom safety, so no water based lube concerns. Snapping condoms Burt saw my expression of concentration light up, Oh, you know about that. We’ll explore what you know and what you don’t know vs what you ought to know.

o   OK Boy, get your naked ass into the sling. Special lube topic There are a few exceptions to the water-based lube rule. He held up a thermal lunch cooler. It is tough with tight asses, but your pucker is talented enough to do this now. The gay community loves Jello Shooters. This is a ratio mix of Jello and alcohol. Here try one. I pressed the contents of the plastic cup into my mouth and I sucked on it a bit. The alcohol fraction was not too harsh and I licked my lips.

o   He inserted a Jello-shot in my cunt. It burned but was a refreshing sensation as the Cold Jello melted and the alcohol was directly absorbed. You will find this type of diversion useful in groups since the squired bang residue makes it look like you were fucked by Walt himself.

o   He dipped back into the cooler. This is J-Lube: Boy, this comes in a powder and is mixed with tap, sterile, or bottled water You do not want soda water or any carbonated product since you will in effect have a rocket up your ass. It is an agricultural product to aid a vet in several different ways like inseminating a mare or a cow, inseminating himself by a friendly farm hand or Cowboy, or my favorite use: Fisting. He started laughing, you know, some Bears I Know in Houston had a Naked Twister Party at the Mary’s Complex. To make things interesting, they lubed the game sheet with J-Lube. Being Texans, bigger, and more was the rule and being City Texans, they used too much. For years when it rained the back fence and the ground looked like it was foaming at the mouth. Ha! Good Times! Anyhow, you mix up a batch, then squirt it into buttercups, then you freeze it. The sharp edge can be used for naughty purposes if you need to scrape someone up – put it in edgewise, but you have some recently healed fissures so we will go easy. It always helps with a dollop of elbow grease. Remember what I said about doing things in the right order? If a gang bang has the biggest dicks go first, the other tops and the slut will not be happy – ‘in the end’ -so to speak. The needs of the many….. Oh, never mind. He had been fingering my hole with a little lube for good measure. Out popped his finger and he stepped aside. Dad stepped up to the bottom of the sling. Dad! I exclaimed, by sphincter tightening both from the removal of the finger my beast had been enjoying as well as the involuntary reflex the situation of facing my father with a hungry asshole in a sling presented like a gift. Dad said “I hear you have been paying attention and doing well”. As he thrust his cock into my cunt. The abrupt change from, well I wont say a dry lecture to this was abrupt. My slut Beast awoke and moaned. My reflexes stuttered and I flexed trying to swing back on his dick harder each time he thrust. As we got the rhythm, I was swinging back onto his cock with fierce effort and yelling.  All too soon. He was yelling yes! Take my DNA!  He was shuddering as my already tired balls volleyed cum up to the rafter chain supports with a hands free assgasm. Dad leaned forward to kiss me and it turns out Burt had a soup spoon and cup to catch the first of my Dads cum that was leaking out of my ass. He spooned a bit and handed it to my Father who passed it to me and I lapped it up. Now you are my Boy by Injection! Pucker Up Buttercup! He pushed a frozen J-Lube puck into the furnace of my hungry ass.

o   I Yelped - My inner Slut Beast roared with approval as he dropped the empty buttercup and patted my ass closed. The sensation of the melting J-Lube ice puck felt electrifying. Within seconds it has melted into a slick sludge that was exploring every fold and lump in my colon. My Dad started massaging my hole and it blossomed for him begging for additional gifts. He inserted 1 and moved up to went up to 4 fingers and then pulled out and patted my blossom closed. I think you might want to try receiving a fist, if so let me know Saturday Night or Sunday. This is useful for large objects, but no real need to use toys when you have the real thing. And he stuck his ragingly hard pierced cock in my cunt with one smooth quick motion. Burt said “I am jumping the gun somewhat, but laying a meal in front of a hungry man has consequences and he went to town pounding. Meanwhile Dad went to some controls on the pole and the head of the sling winched down a little. I looked up at the mirrored reflection above me as my Father offered his dick to suck his remaining cum and my ass juice off of. When I started to get a little red in the face, he moved back and elevated the top of the sling. Lets keep the strokes in your ass and not your head. Burt was grunting and I could feel him coming even with the remaining J-Lube that had not yet been forced out of my ass by those magnificent pistons.

o   Biker Arrivals: The Bikers my cunt and slut beast were so fond of arrived in two groups. Adam had rode up with my dad and was having some fun on the side, but was there watching and filming most of the spectacle. Between training sessions where my cock was being milked or my cunt was being filled there were other sideshows I could never have imagined.  For instance, after a biker had shot a big load in my ass we took a break. This biker had an average sized dick, but through years of chewing, stretching, CBT and other play had a large foreskin. He was very clean – I had sucked him to arousal before he fucked me but he had this huge foreskin. Burt said you can do this with a regular uncut guy, but Ernie here is a better demonstrator. You have to do this after they have blown their last wad or before they get excited. If they are fresh, you have to be quick because the goal is not spill any. As a demonstration Burt told me to pull Ernie’s foreskin up and out. Burt poured some peppermint Schnapps into the Skin Shooter Cup. Ernie smiled at the burn and Burt said “drink”! I accomplished sucking in the shot without spillage to a massive round of applause.

o   Additional sessions were transmitted casually in conversation Some Bikers related close calls of getting caught by the law performing a sexual act that was legal in most places but still illegal right across a county line. Other topics included Bondage with people you trust, tit suction cups, tit play, piercings, verbal contract agreements, safe words, experimentation, I felt I was being filled with a huge Dildo Lexicon Of Knowledge.

o   During one time where my dick was hiding, exhausted, my ass ring was gaping and tired. Where I thought I might get some rest, Burt said OK, Time for Cross-Examination! I was grabbed and taken to the Saltire and bound wrists and ankles to the St Andrews Cross. There was a slight angle on it and it did not feel as uncomfortable as it looked. Burt handed my Dad a flogger and my brain fog was farted out of my mind. Dad approached me and spoke softly to me asking. “Do you trust me”? I was trembling but nodded my head. Boy I asked you if your TRUSTED me YES Daddy! And I was sagging in my restraints.  “I should have done this a long time ago but your awfully big to spank now I wonder if I could even make an impression on you how much I love you. I was trembling and crying. I heard a rustle, felt a tickle. My fear was an enclosure, my intellect had fled. I felt the tickling continue as the soft ends of the flogger explored my back, buttocks and legs. There was an occasional flip where the straps of the flogger paralleled each other across my back but the impact was a whisper. My terror grew, I could taste my fear, My Beast was speechless, I was expecting – What exactly? Pleasure? Pain? Torture? Love? I felt a hug. Breathe sone, you’re turning blue. My beast was nodding, the Bikers were applauding, Adam left his camera and broke the 4th wall to come up and slap my ass. “Thats my Brother, always showing off”. And I was laughing as I had another Assgasm.

o   Burt said It’s late, glanced at the clock seeing it was 2 AM on Sunday or Early as I stand corrected while I was being released from the cross. I speak for all of us that you are an exceptional graduating senior SexU slut. You have obviously achieved the requirements of SumaCumLoudly and are awarded ValiDicktorian, all affirming say Aye! There was a chorus of Ayes. There had better not be a Nay, anyone want to try me? Fine, as a reward you can Pitch or Catch anyone here.

o   I looked up with tired eyes and stated….I pick all of you, but I am tired so please line up according to cocksize width-and length-sorted please Police yourselves, I am awfully tired…. No disrespect intended, some of you are large I want to grip you all as tight as I can as you instruct me, and - perhaps after you bang me you can cheer me on as I try taking dads Fist? My dad turned to Adam and remarked “He is so organized Now”! Did you ever think you would see the day?

o    As the ENDING ceremonies began as I was taking it up the end Burt Asked me: How would you sum up your lessons to date?

o   Diamonds are this Baseball Gaygurl’s best friend, but this slut is a winner that takes all cummers but also doesn’t mind taking a licking! Was that word salad too verbose? As the laughter died down I see you have also been exercising that funny bone. How long have you been practicing that response? I replied that it had taken me a day since I had some nice distractions along the way that kept interrupting my thoughts….

o   Dad Presented my graduation gift, this smartphone has your sim card in it. It is also app’d up with raw dating engines, Adam and I hope it will be adequate to your requirements. As everyone was preparing to leave, Dad told me Adam is riding shotgun so you can lay down in the back. My response was quick: “Ride Back with you? I’m riding back with Burt! I love you and Adam but pass up a ride on the fluffercycle? No Way! However, if you guys want to meet up for a mid-trip fucking pitstop or pisstop in the woods, I can probably find a slot on my dancecard….

…………..Not the end……………..

 

[DevilDawg]

Obviously, I waded through my Kryptonite issues. I still anticipate some Canadian Spooge to inspire more kinky turns in this story.