The Ballard Brotherhood

[chunkychains]

The three of us worked over Andrew throughout the night, though Justin eventually waved the white flag and said he needed to get some sleep before his shift in the morning, and he had relocated to the sofa in the lounge. Me and Bret knew we could sleep during the day before our evening shifts, so we just kept on using Andrew with short naps in between. Even though he didn’t have a lot of experience, his hole had some serious stamina which just showed what an excellent fucking cumdump he was going to be. But we had listened to what he’d said before, and Bret was more than willing to be the first guy that Andrew topped. He fucking loved it, blown away by having this hunky ex-soldier almost twice his size so happily taking his cock. I let him in me later too, but I could tell he found fucking Bret more exhilarating so I set an alarm on my phone for half an hour before I knew Justin’s would go off.

“If you think seeing your cock sliding in and out of Bret is something” I said to him, after I’d flipped him over and slid myself into him as payback, “just wait until you fuck that stud out there.”

Sure enough, the next morning the alarm went off, and I sent Andrew off to do the deed. Bret wrapped his arm back round me and fell asleep again, but I stayed awake and listened out in case there was a problem. But within 5 minutes Justin was starting to moan in pleasure from the lounge, that special sound that I just fucking love to hear when that masculine god shows off what a bottom he is. I heard Andrew climax, but a few minutes later Justin’s moaning began again. I smiled, and then snuggled back into Bret and closed my eyes. Justin was apparently 45 minutes late for work that morning.

We sent Andrew home in a cab, exhausted but about as happy as I reckon a person can be. He promised to let us know if anything happened, and we promised to fuck him plenty more times whether it was needed or not. With him gone, and some toast eaten, me and Bret went back to bed and slept all wrapped up in each other for a few hours. When we woke up I cooked some pasta and cheese sauce for us to eat before work, while Bret just sat on a chair in the kitchen chatting with me.

“I love this” he said, as we were eating.

“What?” I asked.

“This” he said. “You and me, just being boring.”

I chuckled at him, and then reached over and put a dab of cheese sauce on the end of his nose. He blew me a kiss, and then wiped it with his finger and licked it off in a sexy way. We just smiled at each other for a moment, and then got back on with eating. But all night I kept thinking about what he’d said, and the way he had looked at me. Yeah, I now knew my big brother was also a big softy, but even then he kept surprising me with how affectionate he was, and how much he loved me. Maybe I had insecurity or something, but every time he said or did something like that, it made me stop and realise that it was actually all true.

It was an uneventful night at the Dragon, and I didn’t see any of the others. Justin left the station late to make up for the morning, the twins were having a rare quiet night alone at home, and Bret was obviously at the gym. I didn’t mind though, as I was actually still really tired and kind of ready for a quiet one myself once the pub was closed. When I did go back, the twins were in their room, whilst Justin was on the sofa watching Netflix. I grabbed a glass of water and then went over and sat down with him, the pair of us shuffling around a bit so I could lean on him with his arms round me. He gave me a kiss on the side of the head, and then we just relaxed together. Bret came back later than usual looking fucking knackered, and he lay down on the sofa and put his head on my lap. I draped my arm over him, and he just quietly said he was sore from working out.

“Just that?” I asked.

“No” he chuckled. “Two fucking Turkish giants as well.”

“At the same time I’m guessing” Justin said.

“Twice” Bret responded. “You could run a fucking tube train up there now.”

We went back to relaxing together in silence, before Justin yawned. I was well ready for bed too despite how late Bret and I had got up, so we switched off and headed to our room. We went to sleep squeezed onto Bret’s bed, with me in the middle and the two big hunks wrapped around me. There was no sex, and it was still perfect.

The next morning I decided to go to see Dad, and out of the blue Kane said he would come with me. Kieron and Bret went off to do a big food shop as it was like Mother Hubbard was running the fucking household, and would go to the other flat later to see how things were going.

“You OK bruv?” I asked Kane, as we walked down to the bus stop.

“Yeah” he said. “It’s just…”

“What?”

“Last night” he said. “Me and K didn’t have sex.”

“And?” I asked.

“I dunno” he said. “All we did was just fucking lie in bed together watching shit on my phone, and it felt like the best night of my life or something.”

I stopped and turned to him, smiling.

“Bruv” I said. “It’s OK. We did exactly the same thing basically. It means you’re in love you big moron.”

He laughed as he playfully punched my shoulder, and then we carried on walking down.

“I guess you’re right” he said. “It just felt really fucking good. I didn’t think that would happen without sex.”

“I know” I replied. “We’ve been fucking like crazy lately, so I guess we all needed a break.“

“Yeah” he said.

“But break’s over, right?” I said, chuckling.

“Fuck yeah” he laughed. “Got some builders to breed later.”

We talked about the builders, and he admitted that he did feel something special for Jonas like Kieron had suggested. I decided to tell him about what I’d been thinking, in terms of having relationships they could be open about in public, and Kane got really thoughtful and quiet on the bus after that. But when we got off he said that he hadn’t thought of it like that, but it made sense and kind of felt right.

“You have to find out if Jonas and Pavel are feeling like you two are” I said.

He nodded, and then put his arm round my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. He kept his arm loosely resting there until we reached the rehab centre, which I really liked as it just showed how much my relationship with him had changed over the last few months.

Dad was noticeably different than I’d seen him, being quite lively and chatty. As it was a nice day we went outside into the garden area and walked a few laps with him before sitting at one of the picnic tables on the patio. He talked about the other people there, how he was sleeping better now, and the fact that he liked the food. Only when we sat down did he start asking questions about us and life at home.

“You two aren’t dealing or burgling are you?” he asked.

“No” Kane replied. “Why?”

“All this silver” he said. “You must be up to fucking something to have the money for it.”

“Dad” I said, “we’re not doing anything illegal or anything. But there are some things we’re going to have to talk to you about when you’re ready.”

Kane shot me a look, but I just nodded at him to let him know it was OK.

“Well” said Dad, “I’m ready.”

“Not today” I responded. “But none of it is bad, OK?”

Dad looked at both of us in turn, but then nodded.

“My therapist says I need to let go of things” he said, “so I’ll take your word for it.”

I decided to tell him about Stan and Winston, though I made out that I’d got to know them at the pub and had been helping them out with things and spending time with them for months before they died. Dad seemed a bit unsure about it all, but again he just let it go for the time being. I didn’t go so far as to say we brothers would all be moving in there together, as I wanted to have found out more about what it would mean for Dad and the current flat beforehand. We both brushed off questions about girls and instead focused on updating him about Bret’s job at the gym, though without the extra sordid details of course.

A woman came out of the patio doors and sat down next to Dad at the table. She introduced herself as Susan, his therapist, and then suggested that this was a good time for him to start having the conversations with us that they had been discussing in their sessions. Dad looked really nervous, but she got him calmed down with some breathing exercises that it was just fucking weird to be watching, but then he started talking. He went all the way back to when we were younger, and the things we would not have known about. Mum had got depressed after I was born, and had never really come back from it. Dad had then found out she was sleeping with other men, but had stuck by her as he knew she was having a lot of trouble. But things had not got any better, and she had stopped even lying about what she was doing outside their marriage. Dad had wanted to hold things together, but she had made it clear she had no interest in them still being together. He had managed to convince her to still be a mum to us and to pretend like we were a family, and she had reluctantly agreed for several years. Dad told us the spare single mattress they kept under their bed was actually what he pulled out and slept on at night, though often he just went to the sofa. He had put up with it for a long time, but was lonely and it all got too much for him one night when he had been out with his friends from the factory to celebrate one of their birthdays.

“It was a guy called Rob” he said, staring at the table.

“What was?” Kane asked, after there had been a few seconds of silence.

“Boys” Dad said, sighing. “When your mum and me stopped, you know, it was something else

I needed.”

“Men?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Before your mum, I, er…” he said, but stopped again and his face looked really pained as he stared at the table.

“Dad” I said, “would it help you to get this out if I told you that me, Bret, Kane and Kieron are all gay?”

His face shot to mine.

“What?” he asked.

“Yep” I said. “I’m not messing with you Dad. That was one of the things we were going to talk to you about later.”

“Oh” he said, staring at me.

“It’s true Dad” Kane said. “We all are.”

Dad didn’t say anything, so Susan began softly speaking to him. However, he waved at her to stop, and then turned back to me.

“Luke” he said. “Thank you for telling me that. It does help.”

“OK” I replied.

“So, yeah, I guess I don’t have to be so fucking scared of talking about this then” he said.

He went on to tell us about starting to hook up with Rob, from blowjobs to fucking Rob to having Rob fuck him. After hesitating again, he admitted that he had also started having anonymous encounters with men in parks, toilets, bars and other places.

“But then your mum left” he said. “I thought she’d gone missing until she finally fucking wrote me a bloody letter.”

He told us about his whole life turning upside down as he tried to cope with looking after us on his own, especially as the older boys began acting out even more than they had been. He said he stopped doing anything with Rob or other men, and was so tired and stressed at the end of each day that he often cried himself to sleep. But he had managed to keep going until the factory closed, and then had fallen into depression. He handled it with booze, becoming an alcoholic, and could not actually remember much of the past few years except in nightmares. He then paused, and sat staring at the table.

“Go on Ed” said Susan, taking his hand. “It’s time.”

He hesitated for a moment longer, and then looked up at me and Kane.

“I just want to say I’m sorry” he said, with tears in his eyes.

I looked over at Kane, and was surprised to see tears rolling down his face too. Not surprised that he was upset, but surprised that he would allow himself to cry in front of Dad.

“I’m sorry too” said Kane. “I know I was a fucking little shit. Kieron and Bret too.“

“That’s OK son” Dad said. “It was fucking messed up at home, and you were just boys.”

“No” said Kane. “It wasn’t fucking OK. I still can’t believe the shit we put Luke through, and I guess what you and Mum had to put up with as well. I’m sorry.”

The apologies went back and forth until Susan intervened, suggesting that we should focus not on the past but on the future. She said Dad had some way to go, but would need our help once he was home so he could avoid a relapse into reliance on alcohol. Kane and I did a sideways glance at each other, but did not say anything more about our upcoming move to the other flat. We just listened to what she had to say, talked to Dad a little more, and then agreed with them both that all four of us would come back soon for a full session to discuss everything further.

“Fuck me” said Kane, as we lit up cigarettes back out on the street.

“Yeah” I said. “I guess we at least know where we all got the gay from.”

I needed to see Stephen while I was in town, so Kane headed back to the bus so he could join Kieron at the building site. I got done what I needed to on all the legal shit, and then went off to meet Shane. He could tell I was rattled, and fed me a couple of shots of vodka while I talked about some of it. He was open-mouthed by the end, and poured himself a shot while dishing out a third for me. I did eventually fuck him thinking it might help take my mind off it all, but it didn’t work and he could see I was distracted. He put me in the shower, took a quick one himself after, and then we went out for a walk down to the river. It was really nice just talking to him some more about everything.

“Shane, mate” I said. “Is it OK if we stay friends after?”

“After what? My conversion?” he asked. “What do you mean is it OK?”

“I just mean that I want to stay friends with you” I said. “I like you, and I like having a friend like you.”

“Oh come here you big poof” he said, wrapping his arms round me in a hug. “Of course it’s fucking OK. It’s more than OK. I like you too, and yes, I want to be your friend too.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes really” he said. “Luke, welcome to the big gay world. Half of us have fucked our friends at some point.”

I laughed as he let go of me.

“Half?” I said.

“Well, I don’t know the actual fucking number” he said, “but amongst my friends there’s been all sorts of past relationships, friends-with-benefits or just ill-advised drunken fumblings in the past. It’s normal, and as long as you don’t get hung up about shit, it’s fine.”

“Well, OK then” I said.

“What you’re doing for me is always going to make you very special to me” he said. “I know you don’t want anything more than that, and that’s fine. I’ll settle for being your friend.“

I went home feeling better, and having got a text from Bret to say he was heading over to the gym early so he definitely got a workout in before whatever else started happening once his shift started, I just got changed for the pub. But as I was about to go back out, the door was unlocked and opened from the other side, with Justin coming in still in his uniform. He closed the door, then turned round and took my face in his hands. He planted his lips on mine and gave me a deep kiss, and had a big smile on his face when he pulled back.

“I needed that” he said.

“Did something happen?” I asked.

“Nah” he said, still smiling. “Just always need that.”

My heart skipped a little beat as I started grinning back at him, and I grabbed his vest and yanked him closer to me. The second kiss was much longer and deeper, and he looked almost high after I pulled back.

“Now you’re just going to fuck off to the pub and leave me like this, aren’t you?” he whispered.

“Yup” I replied, grinning. “But I’ll be back later.”

As it happened, he could not wait until later. Taking a leaf out of Stan and Winston’s book, he came by the pub close to my break time, and he round the back of the bins I fucked and bred my absolute hunk of a policeman boyfriend. He was itching for more too, and was waiting for me when the pub closed.

“Off duty for a couple of days” he said, as I lit up a cigarette for the walk back.

“And?” I asked.

“And” he said, grinning, “that means I can do whatever tonight.”

‘Whatever’ turned out to mean he was in the mood to be fucked again, and I was buried inside him about 30 seconds after we got through the door. After I put another load in him he was down on me cleaning me up but also trying to get me hard again, so I decided to have some fun with his horniness. I got him to put all his police gear on, and then he lay back on the sofa and I slid into him missionary. Bret came home during that fuck, and he was all horned up too so he pushed into my hole for a chain fuck. He saved the load for Justin though, ploughing into our boyfriend once I had bred him again. This went on all night, with Kane and Kieron even fucking a load each into him when they got back from live-streaming a session with two older guys in an apartment in town. Bret and I double-fucked our last loads of the night into Justin on my bed, and then we all went to sleep on Bret’s. The next morning the hunk was still insatiable though, so I took him with me to the park toilets to show him the ropes. We didn’t see him for the next three hours, and when he got back he finally seemed satisfied.

“You’re such a cumdump lately” Bret said to him. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know” said Justin. “But it’s starting to be a problem. I nearly fucking mounted some passed out druggie in the cells yesterday when I saw his dick was hard through his shorts.”

I suggested he reach out to Grant to line up a gangbang or two, and in the meantime he went with Bret to the gym to offer himself up in the storeroom before stopping by the pub to take a load from me during the break. He came by again later looking truly fucked-out, and admitted he’d gone back to the park loos after. Bret and I fucked him some more that night, but demanded a better night’s sleep so left him to lie on the other bed with a big dildo until he finally passed out too.

[chunkychains]

“I can’t remember the last time I opened one of these” said Brian, as he ripped the foil off the champagne. “Not something we get much demand for here!”

I laughed at him, and then watched the cork go flying when he popped it. He plonked the bottle in the ice bucket, and I headed off outside with it and three glasses.

“Cheers boys” I said, after pouring it out.

“Cheers!” said Bret and Justin, as we clinked our glasses together.

Brian did not mind me having a couple of drinks before my shift, and bought my bullshit about us celebrating Bret getting a promotion at the gym. There was no promotion, but I needed some kind of cover story. No, the three of us were there to celebrate the messages we had received that morning.

“To Andrew” Bret said.

“And Shane” I added.

We each took a gulp, then put the glasses down and lit up cigarettes. I chuckled at the metallic crash as both of them put their wrists down on the table at the same time, two kilos of silver and gold hitting the wood at the same time.

“How’s your friend?” Justin asked.

“Said he felt like shit” I replied, “but that a couple of mates were looking out for him.”

“That’s good” Bret said. “I wonder if Andrew’s parents have any idea why he’s so sick?”

“I doubt it” I laughed. “Stephen will make sure he’s OK though.”

Having both guys start converting on the same day blew my mind a bit, but it also made me really happy. They both really wanted it, and now it had finally happened. I also liked that it had been so different, with Andrew being gangbanged like crazy by the three of us, while with Shane it had just been me over a few weeks and I’d gained a friend out of it. I was so fucking pleased for both of them, but in a way especially for Shane. I didn’t know why really, I just was.

We sat and chatted, agreeing that it was time to double down with Gheorghe and help the hunk become who he wanted to be.

“Either of you got fucked by him yet?” I asked.

They both shook their heads as they took a puff on cigarettes.

“You should” I said. “Fucking awesome cock.”

Bret smiled, but I had mainly said that to get a reaction from Justin. The poor guy was still being tormented by his hole, for which there didn’t seem to be enough cock on Planet Earth, and as I expected his eyes glazed over in lust.

“Mate” laughed Bret. “Go and do a deal with him. For every load you fuck into him, he has to fuck one into you. He’s so desperate for what you’re carrying, he’ll definitely agree.”

Justin looked at us both, then picked up his glass and necked the rest of the champagne. He took a big puff of his cig and stubbed it out, then stood up and started walking off towards the other flat. Bret and I started laughing when we saw him break into a run. That night he didn’t come back, with Kieron messaging us to say that Justin had arrived clutching a dirty mattress he’d found by the bins, and he and Gheorghe were going to be sleeping on that in the flat. It sounded kind of disgusting, but I knew there wouldn’t be much sleeping.

Bret and I sat and chatted as we drank the rest of the champagne, though I let him have most of it as I still had to work. He asked a bit about Dad, and I did my best to not give anything away while suggesting that he and Kieron go and see the old man together like me and Kane had. Bret knew something was up, but he didn’t push me on it. Instead he changed the subject, fishing out his phone to show me something he had ordered.

“Bruv, what the fuck?” I asked.

“You like?” he said, smiling.

“Of course I fucking like it” I said, “but seriously, more?!”

He put his hand on his chest and lifted up his chain, before dropping it.

“This is too light man” he said. “I’m a big muscle god, I need the bling to match.”

“You’re fucking insane” I said, staring back down at the picture of the 2.5 kilo chain he now had on order. “But it’s going to look hot as fuck.”

“Yeah it is” he said. “Can’t wait to have you tugging it as you fuck me.”

“I’ll have to fucking hit the gym first!” I laughed.

I so desperately wanted to reach over and kiss him, but knew I couldn’t. If we were out in town then I would have done, but around here everyone knew we were brothers and that would just end in fucking disaster. I reckon Bret felt the same way from how we were looking at each other, and that night after my shift we finally let it all out when we nearly broke the bed.

The next day I chilled out after my amazing night with Bret, stopping by the flat to check on things and finding myself laughing hysterically at the sound of Justin being fucked senseless in the guest bedroom where the dirty mattress had been put. Jonas and Pavel were busy, and it was all starting to look more like a home again. I chatted to Pavel for a bit, who said he had heard about Andrew and Shane and was looking forward to it happening to him. I also talked to Jonas a little bit, noticing his English was definitely getting better.

“Your brother is good for helping him” Pavel said. “I try too, but Kane a better teacher.”

I stifled my urge to laugh out loud at the prospect of Kane being a teacher, and just said I was happy they were enjoying working for us. Then I headed off to go to Nisa for some cigarettes, before I needed to go and get ready for whatever Grant had lined up for me that night. But when I got to Nisa I found that Will was alone in there.

“Hey” I said, “two packs of Marlboro Gold please mate.”

“Sure” he said, a small smile on his face.

“No Clive or Aimee?” I asked.

“Clive’s upstairs sorting something out with a delivery” he said, “and Aimee’s at an interview.”

“Oh right” I said. “She leaving?”

“It’s for an evening college” he said. “But if she gets in then I might be here doing more shifts.”

“Cool” I said. “Would be nice to see more of you” I added, with a wink.

He went bright red, and I knew right then that he was going to be next. Poor Aimee, but I knew a guy who wanted to be fucked when I saw one, and Will was ready to be burst out of the closet he was in. He had a hot body too, so I kind of hoped he might be up for doing a bit of the fucking himself. But I’d have to work on all that, and make sure I didn’t scare him off. Somewhere down the line I would have to think about whether to tell him about prep, as there certainly weren’t going to be any condoms used.

I got lazy and took an Uber into town, and was soon up on Grant’s balcony having a cigarette and some whiskies.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s happening tonight” I asked, “or do I find out when I get there?”

“Oh right, sorry” said Grant. “Well, this one’s a fun one. You’re going to be an escort who goes to a house where a load of straight uni jocks think they’ve booked a woman. They’re all so horny they decide to fuck you anyway. Then one of them is going to quietly admit he deliberately ordered you, and you’re going to fuck him.”

“Hot” I said.

“The thing is” he said, smiling at me, “these guys are actually straight, including the one you’re going to fuck.”

“What?” I asked. “For real?”

“Yep” he said. “Well, they can’t actually be straight based on what they’ve been doing, but they still think they are and are just experimenting.”

“What have they been doing?” I asked.

“Jerking off together to gay porn” he said, grinning. “Including you and your brothers.”

“Fuck” I said. “That’s funny.”

“Yeah” he said. “The one you’re going to fuck has been getting pegged by his girlfriend.”

I laughed out loud, and then thought of something.

“Wait, are they poz or on prep?”

“No” he said, “or so they’ve told me.”

“Do they know I am?” I asked.

“They want the risk” he said. “I made doubly fucking sure as I know you’re not into stealthing.”

I gulped back a whisky and took a deep inhale of my cig.

“That’s a bit fucked up” I said, “but if they know then that’s their own fucking problem.”

Grant smiled at me, and then grabbed the bottle to top up my glass. We stayed out there for a bit longer, and then went indoors. He had me strip down to my jock, and then got me dressed in a pair of black leather trousers, boots and a tight white T-shirt. We then went downstairs to his car, and drove off to an area near the university. He left me in the car while he went up to the house to speak to the guys, before he and I did a quick bit of filming of me walking up the street and knocking on their door. I then had to wait in the car again while he went inside and filmed a bit of the guys jerking off while anticipating the prostitute’s arrival, before he decided it was time for me to meet them.

They were all pretty fucking hot, sitting in only their shorts with their jock bodies on display. I could tell they were nervous so I decided to talk to them for a few minutes to relax them, and then they asked me a few questions. I confirmed I was poz, and that there was indeed some risk to fucking me without a condom. They all looked both nervous and horny, and Grant decided we should get started. We began by filming the ‘reveal’ of my arrival, and their horniness taking over as they decided to fuck me anyway. They were mostly OK at acting this out, or at least by porn standards, and Grant seemed happy. He then went out to the car to get a few more cameras, set them up around the living room, and once everything was rolling he let us get on with it.

There were five of them, and I enjoyed having a go at sucking them all off. Then I sexily stripped down to my jock, and a couple of them fingered me a bit. Then, with me on all fours on an armchair, they took it in turns to fuck and breed me. Three of them were pretty good, the other two were just OK. We cut for a bit, with a couple of them bumming cigarettes off me out in their back garden, and then for the second round I rode all their cocks. I then went into missionary position on a sofa so they could each shoot on my hole and push back in. We had another break, with all five of them bumming cigarettes off me that time, and then we did the final group scene where I was bent over in the middle of the room and spit-roasted until they’d all come in my arse or mouth.

One of the guys who hadn’t been the best at topping looked a bit on edge as we had another drink and smoke together in their garden, and I guessed he was probably the one I was going to be fucking. As the others started to go back inside, he asked for another cigarette which I happily gave him. He was extremely cute, looking like he might be mixed-race white and something from the Far East. He had really nicely toned muscles, and I had already noticed his arse was very tight.

“Are you the bottom for the next scene?” I asked, and he just nodded. “Are you sure about this?”

He looked at me for a moment, and then nodded.

“Yeah” he said quietly. “I’m Zac.”

“But mate” I said, stepping a little closer. “I’m poz, you’re not on prep, and this is going to be bareback.”

“I know” he said.

“Look” I continued, “just one poz fuck might be OK, but it also might not be. Are you at least going to get some PEP tomorrow?”

He stared at me, and then looked down.

“No” he said. “I’m not.”

“Do you want to be poz?” I whispered to him. He just nodded in response, so I carried on. “Are you gay too?”

“I think so” he said, after a long pause. 

“Well, OK then” I said.

“I just really get off on you and your brothers in those videos” he blurted out. “When you’re getting fucked I want to be you, and when you’re fucking I want to be the bottom.”

I smiled at him, and put my hand on his shoulder.

“You know” I said, “you could have asked Grant for a session just with you and the four of us.”

“I know. But…” he said, before nodding towards the other guys inside.

“What do they think about what you’re about to do?” I asked him.

“They think it’s a bit sick” he replied, “but I know they also think it’s hot.”

I looked through the kitchen windows at the four of them standing around having cold beers. They all had nice arses, and looked even cuter now I’d fucked around with them all.

“Don’t worry” I said, leaning over towards Zac. “If we do this right, I’ll be back here with my brothers sometime and they’ll all be bent over.”

Zac smiled and chuckled, and I saw his dick harden.

We went back inside, and Grant ushered us up the stairs. I saw some of the other guys rubbing their crotches, a couple licking their lips, and it was fucking clear that they were as into this as Zac was. I knew by the time they graduated this would be a house full of pozzed-up gays.

It took a while to get Zac’s nerves under control, but an extended rimjob did the trick as he was moaning with desire by the end of it. He clearly used a dildo a lot as he was quite easy to get into and took my cock without any pain, and when I started fucking him he was completely into it. Grant had drilled him on being verbal but not saying anything that might be a problem in the video, with us once again relying on my tattoos to make it clear what was happening. He may have been a disappointing top, but he was a natural bottom. When I had him on all fours he arched his back inviting me to pound him, and when in missionary he held his legs right back and seemed to be begging for it with his facial expressions. He was enthusiastic and energetic when riding me on top, and then he held his buttocks out as wide as possible while on his front as I finally fucked a poz load into his neg hole. I was more than ready to go again and so was he, so we did a second breeding even though Grant had only planned to film one. As he sat on top of me, having rode me to my second orgasm, there was some noise from the landing outside so Grant opened the door to ask whoever it was to be quiet until we were done. All four of them were out there with their cocks out, and the looks on their faces caused another very quick change to the ‘script’. Zac was put on all fours so he could clean off my cock, while his housemates all quickly fucked and bred him. They did not hesitate about plunging their raw unprotected dicks into the two poz loads already clogging up Zac’s hole, and then afterwards one of the guys dived in and felched the loads out. I chuckled to myself about how easy it was actually going to be to get them all bouncing on poz cocks.

“Well, that took a turn” said Grant, as we started the drive home.

“Yeah” I said. “It was fun.”

“Those boys are…” Grant began.

“…going to all be pozzed up by graduation” I finished, causing Grant to laugh. “Seriously though, line them up for a second shoot with all of us Ballards and Justin, and I guarantee you that they’ll all be bottoming.”

“I don’t think you’re wrong” he said. “And yes, I am definitely going to be doing that!”

We chatted about the flat, my dad, and then got on to Justin’s issues.

“Yeah, he messaged me about that” Grant said.

“You have to help him out man” I said, laughing. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on with him, but he’s hard up.”

“He still needing to wear a mask?” Grant asked.

“I think he’d be willing to broadcast his face on fucking BBC if it meant he was filled with cock” I said. “But yeah, should probably keep him hidden.”

“Leave it with me” Grant said.

Gheorghe got a break the following night, as Grant came through quickly and big-time for Justin. Me and Bret even went to watch for a bit, which was fun. It was at the same warehouse as I had first seen K&K in, and Justin was in a set of stocks with a hood over his head. Even though he had to work the next day, he stood in those stocks for eight straight hours, getting fucked and bred by an endless number of guys who stopped by. His chain and bracelet rattled against the wood as he was thrust back and forth, his moans never stopped except for when he was sipping water or someone had put a lit cigarette in his mouth, but by the end of it he was finally satiated. That video became a huge success, and led to Grant having an idea for something all five of us could do, but that’s a story for another day.

[amsrat]

Epic story, can’t stop reading. 

[sleazebugga]

loving this as it develops. 😈

[onlyraw]

Damn .. this just keeps getting piggier and piggier …. Can’t wait for the frat house pizzing …. And is the guy at the store just going to get fucked at tge store ? …. Or will he get brought home?

and who is going to poz up dad?? 
 

looking forward to tge next chapters….

[nymidtowneast]

Damn! I can't tell you how many loads I've shot to this hot story.

[chunkychains]

Thanks for all the lovely comments. Here’s the next part… 😊 

 

Shane said he still felt a bit crap, but he was past the worst of it so I went to see him. He was a bit weak, but had enough energy to wrap his arms round me at the door of his flat after buzzing me into the building.

“Thank you” he whispered.

“You might just have Covid” I said, causing him to chuckle.

“Yeah” he replied. “Or the plague.”

“Let’s make sure” I said, pulling out a home test kit I’d brought.

Not too much later, he was lying back on the bed looking up at me as I pushed myself up and down on his cock, glad to finally be the bottom with him. That first poz load of his was going to be mine, even if I was having to do all the work for it given how tired he still was. He was asleep by the time I left him, as I headed off to meet up with Zac.

“I broke up with her the next morning” Zac said, after I’d asked about his girlfriend. “I just told her I was gay.”

“How’d she take that?” I asked.

“She smiled and said that she knew” he replied. “Told me it was fun helping me get there.”

I laughed as he grinned, pleased he’d not had a shitshow getting out of that relationship.

“And the other guys?” I asked.

“Fucking hell man” he said. “If they’re not fucking me then they’re using dildos on their own arses.”

“That’s new” I said. “Isn’t it?”

“As far as I knew I was the only one who did that to myself” he said. “But now they’re all at it, when they’re not at me.”

“This is going to be easier than I thought” I laughed.

“I know” he said. “They are all so up for being fucked properly, I’m sure of it.”

“Pozzed?” I asked, lowering my voice.

“I dunno” he said. “But if you showed up with your brothers I reckon they’d all take your cocks without thinking about it.”

“Hot” I said, “but that’s not how we do things.”

“Fair enough” he replied. “Guess I’ll have to talk to them or something.”

We both took a couple of sips of our beers, but he looked a little antsy.

“Luke, can I have a cigarette?” he asked me.

“Sure” I said, standing up and picking up my beer.

He did the same, and followed me outside. We lit up as we leaned against the wall, our pints on a windowsill of the pub, but I waved him away when he tried to hand me back the cigs and lighter.

“Keep ‘em” I said. “Got more in my pocket.”

“Thanks” he replied, giving me a cute smile.

“So” I said, “what about you?”

“Me?” he asked.

“Well, you’re clearly getting plenty of loads” I said, “but you getting any poz fucks?”

He shook his head, and looked down.

“No” he said. “I haven’t been with anyone other than my housemates.”

“You having second thoughts?” I asked.

“No!” he quickly replied. “No. I want it. But, I dunno, I just get kind of nervous about trying to hook up or whatever.”

I took a deep inhale of my cig as I looked at him.

“Happy to do the honours again mate” I said, “and there’s someone I know who might like to join in. But maybe we’ll save my brothers for when we get your housemates involved.”

He gave me a nervous smile, and nodded.

“Yes please” he said. “I’d like to do something again.”

That was how I ended up back at Shane’s place a few days later, kneeling on his bed as Zac hungrily licked my cock clean. I’d put a poz load in his muscular hole, and now Shane was ploughing him hard as he got ready to add a second. He was well up for the hot hunky student being the first guy he gifted, and Zac was both relaxed about being with a friend of mine while also being turned on by Shane himself. I reckoned there might be plenty more breedings just with the two of them after, which worked for me as I was starting to get into the idea of doing something with Will. Gheorghe was Justin’s project now, and the way they were going at each other I knew it had to happen soon. Bret was increasingly just wanting to be with only Justin and me after getting so much action at the gym, and Jonas and Pavel were well on their way to a positive future with the twins.

Stopping in to see Will after the Dragon closed was now something I did every night. I even started waiting for him outside, and he’d sit and have a couple of cigarettes with me and maybe a can of G&T or something. I’d even touched my fingers on his arm, pretending to admire his full-sleeve ink under the light of the street lamp, and had got off on how it made him tremble. Two nights after introducing Zac to Shane, I decided just to be forward.

“Will” I said, as we sat on the wall with cigarettes and a bottle of rum we were passing back and forth. “I want to fuck you.”

He didn’t say anything, just taking the bottle from me and gulping down a big swig.

“I want you to fuck me too” I added.

“OK” he whispered.

“But I’m poz” I said.

“I know” he replied.

“You do?” I asked.

“I know what the tattoos mean” he said.

“I still want to fuck you” I said.

He sat and stared ahead for a bit longer, took another big gulp of rum, and then turned to face me.

“Then why are we still sitting here?” he said, before smiling.

I wasn’t sure who else was at home, but I had seen Justin heading that way earlier while I was at the Dragon. That meant my flat was going to be empty, and with some pillows, bedding and blankets having been bought for the mattress, I figured that was the best place to go. I also knew Will lived over that side of the estate somewhere. So I stood up and took his hand, leading him off in that direction. He didn’t seem bothered about holding my hand while we walked, but it was dark and basically deserted so the risk of being seen by anyone he knew was low. He gripped me a bit tighter when we were in the lift at the block, so I was glad I still had the bottle of rum in my other hand to help with his nerves. After quickly showing him the place, we went out on the balcony to have a cigarette and some more rum.

“I don’t even fucking smoke” he chuckled, as he lit up a second one.

“You look hot like that” I said, and he grinned at me.

When we went back inside I pulled off my T-shirt, and then turned to face him. He was staring at the biohazard on my torso, and then stepped closer to gently put his fingers on it. He traced it, and then just ran his fingers around it.

“I don’t know why I want this” he whispered.

“It’s OK” I softly said back.

He then stepped away and pulled off his own tight T-shirt, finally revealing his amazing body. In addition to the one full-sleeve he had, there was a large tribal pattern on his pec that had always been hidden from me. His body was completely shaved, really allowing his muscles to pop, and I thought he just looked fucking amazing. After taking it all in I looked up at his face, and then stepped forward and ran my hand over the side of his head, stopping briefly to tap the big fake diamond stud in his ear. I then tapped the one in the other ear, which made him smile. I leaned in and put my lips on his, and he opened his mouth so we could kiss.

“Luke” he whispered as we pulled apart, “I’ve never done anything with a guy before.”

I took his hand and led him to the bedroom where the mattress had been placed, and then started to undo his jeans. He took over and hurriedly got them off along with his trainers, and I did the same. He was wearing tight CK trunks that were sexy as hell, but I wanted him naked. I put my fingers in the waistband and pushed them down, and he willingly let them drop and stepped out of them. He then did the same with my jock, before he put his hand round my hard cock. He held it, staring at it, and then rubbed it very gently.

“I want to suck you and do all that other stuff” he said, “but I need this in me. Please.”

I knew all too well what it was like to have your hole calling the shots, and I did not want to deny him what he needed. We could stay here all night, and there was plenty of time for him to explore everything there was to explore. But he wanted fucked and I wanted his negative cherry, so I got us down to business. He got onto the mattress on his knees then leant his head and chest down, giving me perfect access to his incredible muscle arse and eager virgin hole. I went to work on it, rimming and fingering him as he moaned the place down in lust. I gradually opened him up until I knew he was ready, and then I moved into position and put my cock against his hole.

“You sure you want this poz cock inside you?” I asked.

He responded by pushing himself up on all fours, and then looking sideways.

“Fuck me” he growled.

I began to push against him, and he seemed to know to push out to help let me in. I took it slow and steady, but he welcomed me in and even arched his back as he was penetrated for the first time. When I hit bottom he began to squeeze my dick with his hole, and I realised he did not want me to be gentle even though it was his first time. So I wasn’t. I began to just pound him hard knowing it must hurt, but he took it with lustful growls and moans.

“You want me to breed you?” I yelled at him.

“Fucking fill me up” he yelled back.

“Fill you up with poz cum?”

“Do it” he groaned. “Fucking do it all night!”

I got him to fuck me once and he was damn good at it, but for the rest of the time we spent on that mattress he was filled with my cock and my toxic cum. He was insatiable, but with him being such a hot fucking jock I had no problem getting hard over and over again. He wanted me in there. He wanted my cum in there. He wanted my virus in there. For whatever reason, this football-loving gym-going girlfriend-having jock wanted me to permanently wreck his hole and infect him for life.

“You know” I said, as we smoked out on the balcony watching the sun come up, “you can still go to a clinic or something this morning and get pills to stop this.”

“Fuck that” he said, smiling. “The only thing I fucking want this morning is more of this.”

“What about Aimee?” I asked.

“Yeah” he said, sighing. “Guess that’s over.”

“The Nisa too probably” I said.

“Yeah” he said. “Back on the dole.”

I reckoned Will might be right up Grant’s street, but I didn’t want to say anything about that without checking first. So instead I took him back inside and bent him over the kitchen counter to fuck one more poz load into him, before we both had showers. But he didn’t seem fussed about going home, something I did want to do myself, so I suggested we go to the petrol station to get coffee and then I’d show him something he might enjoy. We picked up some snacks there, and he bought a couple of packs of cigs too. Then I walked him up to the park and over to the old toilets, showing him the gloryhole. I waited with him, until some old man who was out walking his dog or something came in. I coughed to let him know someone was in the stall, while indicating to Will he should get ready. He was in luck, and I stood there and watched his face react as he took his first ever anonymous cock. I decided he was fine now, and left him there to enjoy whatever came along. I headed home, and quietly let myself in only to come face to face with Justin as he was just getting ready to go off to the station for an early shift. After getting over scaring the shit out of each other, he gave me a big kiss and told me he’d be back before I went to the Dragon, and then he was gone. I got myself a glass of water, and then quietly let myself into our room. Bret was asleep with a gap on the bed behind him, so I stripped down and gently got onto the mattress. He stirred as I put my arm around him, and took hold of my hand and pulled me in tighter before passing out again. I pressed my face against the top of his back, closed my eyes, and drifted off to happy thoughts about Will’s rocking body and exciting future.

[chunkychains]

It was Monday, and I was looking forward to what Grant had in store for the five of us that night. It had taken some doing for Bret and Justin to both be free too, but they’d managed it and we were going to be able to have our first group session in forever. We had watched some of the videos Grant had sent us as the inspiration for tonight’s scene, and we were all getting fucking horny about it.

I went over to the other flat to see how things were going, and was surprised to find Matas and another older guy there working with Pavel, with no sign of Jonas or Gheorghe.

“They sick” Matas said. “This my brother Benas.”

The other man nodded to me, and I immediately saw the similarity in the face and build. This was probably the uncle that also fucked Jonas, and I got hard imagining myself being used by both of the silver daddies. But my mind was also busy with the realisation that their boy might be converting, along with the hunky Romanian foreman. I sent a message out to our group chat to let everyone know, and then ignored my phone as it repeatedly buzzed in my pocket as the two older men went out to the balcony to smoke leaving me alone with Pavel.

“Don’t worry” I said to him, “it will happen for you too.”

“I know” he said, smiling a little bit as he carried on working. “I am looking forward to it.”

“It’s kind of rough” I said, speaking from experience.

“I no care” he said, showing that he still got things wrong with English despite being so good with the language. “I want it.”

I wanted to give the guy a hug, but decided against it as we were clearly in view of the older guys outside. So instead I just had a look around the rest of the flat, pleased to see the larger bedroom was finished, before I said my goodbyes to the three of them and then left. Once I was outside I checked my phone, where there had been a lot of chat. Bret sent lots of celebration emojis, whilst Kane and Justin both said they were going to try to see the guys who they had probably converted. Kieron was worried about Pavel, so I gave him a quick call and let him know his possibly-lover was fine but he should reach out to him.

I stopped by the Nisa to see a middle aged woman working at the till, a sure sign Will was gone, whilst Clive was stacking the shelves in a way that made me think he was angry. I bought what I needed and got out without talking to him,  and then went home to relax for a bit. Bret was there by himself, so we had a nice couple of hours of ‘being boring’ together which I knew he loved. We made some food and ate together at the kitchen table, and then relaxed in each other’s arms on the sofa gorming at the TV. But we were interrupted by the buzzer, which Bret went to answer. He stayed in the hall to open the door, and after a little while he came back into the lounge with a big grin on his face holding a well-wrapped box.

“Come on” he said, before turning round and walking off to the kitchen.

I was really comfy, but reluctantly hauled myself up and followed him. He was starting to cut all the tapes with a knife, and I watched as he worked himself through the box and two more padded bags inside. Then he peered inside and grinned again, before reaching in and pulling out his new enormous chain. He set it down on the table with a crash, and began to get it unwrapped from the plastic around it. I just stared in awe at it, as it looked even bigger than the picture he’d showed me. When it was all unwrapped he quickly took off his smaller one, and then lifted the giant accessory up and put it on.

“What do you think bruv?” he asked, smiling at me.

“Fuck me” I said.

He dashed off to the bathroom to look at his reflection, and I joined him in there.

“So fucking hot” I said.

“I know” he replied, grinning. “Feels fucking awesome.”

“Fuck me” I said again.

“Glad you like it” he replied.

“No” I said. “I mean, yes, but what I wanted is for you to fuck me.”

Our eyes met in the mirror, and pure lust came over his face. He then turned and grabbed me by my T-shirt, pushing me backwards towards our room. He threw me down on the bed, lifted my legs and yanked down my shorts and trunks. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the table and pushed some into my hole as he got his own jeans and boxers off, then I opened my legs and invited him in. We were both so horned up that there was no foreplay, but I didn’t care about being penetrated without any preparation. It hurt, but I needed my hunky brother inside me. He began to fuck as soon as he was in me, leaning over me with his huge new chain rocking back and forth between us. It was fast and rough, and everything I fucking needed in that moment. He bred me after only a couple of minutes, and immediately pulled out and got on all fours on his bed. I launched myself up, jammed a couple of lubed fingers into his hole, and then ploughed into him. I barely lasted any longer than he had, fucking him senseless as he moaned like crazy.

“Fucking hell” he said. “Gonna have to keep ordering bigger chains.”

I laughed out loud, before planting my lips on his for a deep kiss.

“You wanna see what else I bought?” he asked with a smirk, after we pulled apart.

“Bruv, what the fuck?” I asked, wondering what else he had done.

We got off the bed and walked back to the kitchen, cum dripping out of both of us. He went back to the table and threw all the rubbish over towards the bin. That left two smaller padded bags he hadn’t opened, which he attacked with the knife until he was inside both. He reached in and pulled out a huge gold bracelet from one and a silver one from the other, just like the ones he had already bought for him and Justin. He got them unwrapped, then undid his smaller bracelet and replaced it with the new big silver one.

“Bret…” I began saying.

“I know, I know” he said. “But fuck it. I wanted to match, and Justin just looks unbalanced with only one on.”

“You’re crazy” I said.

“I know” he said, looking up at me and grinning.

“But I love you” I added. “And yes, you do look fucking hot with them both on.”

“Love you two bruv” he said, stepping over to me and giving me a kiss. “I promise, this is it for now.”

“What are you going to do with your old stuff?” I asked.

“Dunno” he said. “Might just keep it.”

“Would it be OK…” I said, then stopped.

“What?” he asked.

“Well, you know that guy Will from the Nisa?” I said.

“You mean Aimee’s hot ex-boyfriend that you’re pozzing?” he said with a smirk.

“Yeah” I replied, finding myself blushing. “He would look so fucking hot in a bit more bling. He’s got the ear studs and big watch already, and…”

“Bruv” Bret said, smiling. “Take it. But on one condition.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I wanna fuck him too” he said.

I smiled at Bret, and nodded. Then I got an idea, and pulled out my phone. I called Will, putting it on speaker as it rang. When he answered there was heavy breathing, and he took a while to speak.

“Hey” he panted.

“Mate” I said, “you getting fucked?”

“Yeah” he replied. “Park.”

I laughed out loud.

“Get that load” I said, “then get the fuck over to my dad’s place. Got a surprise for you.”

“OK” he panted, before I hung up.

“Today?” Bret asked.

“Grant just needs our holes tonight” I said, “and we’ve got loads of time before we have to go.”

“Well, OK then” Bret said, smirking. “Guess we’re fucking a hot jock first then.”

He went off to the bathroom again to admire himself, while I cleared all of the packing stuff and tore up the box for the recycling. I then went into the bathroom, and put my arms around Bret from behind. I was hard as a rock again and would normally have bent him over and ploughed into his amazing arse, but I knew I had to save it for Will.

“Are there any jobs going at the gym?” I asked him.

“Yeah, actually, there’s going to be one soon as Ewan is moving” Bret replied. “Why? Are you sick of the pub or something?”

“No, not for me” I said. “For Will.”

“Oh, right” Bret responded.

“Clive sacked him after he broke up with Aimee” I said. “I know he goes to a gym a lot, so he’d probably pick it all up really quickly.”

“OK” said Bret. “Let me talk to him after we’ve bred him, and then I’ll see about putting in a word for him.”

“Thanks” I said, squeezing him a little. “You know, he’d probably take on some of your duties to give you a break.”

“Good point” said Bret, grinning. “It would be nice to do some personal training and shit like that sometimes.”

“You love it” I chuckled. “You make out like it’s hard sometimes, but you love it.”

“You got me bruv” he laughed. “Yeah, I do fucking love it, but it would still be nice to do some actual gym stuff too.”

Will arrived shortly after, and I made him strip naked like we both were by that point. Bret definitely liked what he saw, like a shorter version of his own muscled body, and he was really quick to grab his old chains and put them on Will.

“Seriously?” Will asked.

“On loan mate” Bret said. “But I’m fucking happy for a hot stud like you to be wearing them.”

Will blushed, and we took him to the bathroom so he could see how he looked. This time I did get to bend a hot stud over the sink and fuck him, loving how full of cum his hole already was after however many hours he’d been bent over at the gloryhole that day, and Bret then gave him a really hard pounding in the same position. We rested for a drink and cigarette by the kitchen window, and then we brothers gave him his first ever double-fuck on my bed. He had taken so much cock that day he was easily loose enough for us, and he fucking loved it so much that we managed a second one later on. But then it was time for us to get ready, so after putting him in the shower we sent him on his way, loving how he looked now all blinged-up. We got some photos of him before he left to show Grant, but I knew it was a no-brainer as the guy was seriously fucking hot, was both a hungry bottom and a skilled top, and I knew he’d love showing his body off in vids. Bret was sold, and messaged his boss about the upcoming vacancy saying he knew someone eager and well used to gyms who he thought would be perfect.

Justin and the twins all came back from seeing to their other men. Kane had taken care of Jonas and only left when it was likely the guy’s father and uncle would be home, and Justin had been round at Gheorghe’s all day looking after the hunk while apparently fucking a few more loads into him. Kieron had been at the flat supposedly supervising, but taking the opportunity during the lunch break to whisk Pavel off to the park to fuck him in the bushes for a bit. They were all a bit tired, so we did some rounds of rum and coke while not being too worried as we would not need a lot of energy for what Grant had lined up for us. Bret’s new chain was working well to get everyone a bit horny, and Justin was rock hard once the additional gold bracelet was brought out for him to put on.

The venue was another old warehouse, where Grant had commissioned some carpenters to build a set that he planned to use for a whole new series of videos. As his biggest stars we were going to debut it, but he was planning to get the uni housemates there and then see about doing things with other groups. He had taken inspiration from, or just almost outright copied, the Czech Gay Fantasy videos he had sent us links to, but made it all a lot bigger so there could be up to six guys getting fucked. He knew his audience, so he hadn’t bothered with the gloryholes for sucking or rimming, just getting four big ones done for missionary and two for the bottom to be bent over on his front. All the ‘cells’ had thick padded leather straps on the outside wall for securing ankles, and optional ones on the inside for securing wrists, with access from the back for him to do this if that’s what was going to be happening to the bottom in each one. He had got the wood properly finished and painted so it looked a bit more classy than the Czech version, but it was otherwise pretty similar. My dick got hard the minute we walked inside and saw it all.

Grant had decided he wanted us four Ballards in missionary, with Justin’s incredible muscle arse on display in one of the ‘bent over’ cells. We brothers all had our hands free, with ashtrays, lighters and packs of cigarettes being provided for us in the cells, but Justin was put into the wrist cuffs in his with his arms stretched forward. Grant assured him that he would occasionally light him up a cigarette, and would bring him poppers whenever he needed them. Justin was fine though, as his hole was starting to go through another super-needy phase now that Gheorghe was out of action.

It was seriously hot for us all to start taking cock without being able to see who was fucking us. Grant had encouraged us all, and particularly us brothers, to talk to each other throughout the shoot while the tops were asked to not speak and just growl or pant as they bred us. There was a bit of chat amongst all four of us, but mostly it was me and Bret telling each other about the size of the cock or speed of the fucking we were taking, with the twins similarly pairing up to compare notes. Justin, meanwhile, was just moaning and groaning like the hungry crazed cumdump that he was these days. While we brothers all got rimmed and fingered a bit, I think guys were just slamming into Justin and fucking him senseless which of course he would have loved.

It went on for hours, and yet it was really kind of relaxing in a way too. Our legs were suspended up above the big gloryholes, and the padding in the cells was really comfortable to lie on. There were a couple of small pillows in each one if we wanted to raise our heads or support our backs in a different position occasionally, but mostly we could just lie there and be ploughed. The tops were never going to be able to double-fuck us, so it was only when one of us took something pierced or particularly big that there was any straining or need for poppers. I loved lying there, smoking the occasional cigarette, taking sips of rum and coke from the bottles Grant had given us, and chatting to Bret about the fucks we were taking. I knew how hot this was all going to look on film, and really looked forward to seeing my gorgeous brother’s muscles rippling when I finally got to watch it myself.

It was about 3am when things wrapped up, and after the tops had gone Grant released us one by one. Bret, Kane and Kieron looked as relaxed as I felt, almost like we’d all just got off a massage table, but Justin was stiff and aching after being bent over for so long, and was also walking a bit bow-legged.

“That hole of yours satisfied yet?” Bret asked him with a grin.

“You’d fucking think it would be” Justin growled. “I hurt like a motherfucker, but no, not done yet.”

We put him in one of the missionary cells, and Grant joined the four of us in fucking a load each into Justin’s gaping and sloppy hole. But still, that night back at the flat, me and Bret lay on my bed and cuddled as we fell asleep while Justin plundered himself with the biggest dildo we owned. The next morning Bret ordered a heavy-duty fuck-machine to go in our new flat.

“There’s no fucking way we can keep up with his needs” he chuckled to me, after showing me what he’d ordered. “May as well get some technology involved!”

Grant had practically salivated at the pictures of Will, so I got on with organising things for his debut. Grant said no audition was necessary as he trusted our judgement, so we began making plans for his first shoot. It was initially going to be a gangbang with a load of guys like we had all had, but then Grant changed his mind and said he wanted it to be just the Ballards, not even Justin. He appeased our hunky policeman by saying he was going to do a double-penetration gangbang video with him after, and Justin stunned us all by how he asked me to reply to Grant.

“Tell him I won’t wear a mask” he said.

“You sure?” Bret asked, putting his hand on our boyfriend’s back.

“Yes” said Justin. “Fuck it. The divorce is final next week, and then I’m fucking coming out at work. After that, if someone sees the video and reports me then fine, but I bet they wouldn’t have the fucking balls to admit to watching gay porn.”

“True” I said, before smirking at him. “Besides, you might gain a fuckbuddy or two from within the police.”

He laughed.

“Nah” he said. “Time to get fucking tattooed properly too. Anyone who knows anything will know I’m fucking toxic.”

I wasn’t so sure, and kind of hoped some other gay copper did come out of the woodwork, but for now it was hot to see Justin deciding to be so open about who he is. I still kind of worshipped the guy like I had as a kid, but now he was partly mine, partly Bret’s, and absolutely one of the hottest guys on the fucking planet. But still, as he ordered the four of us into the bathroom one by one to fuck a load into his insatiable hole despite how tired we all were, I also hoped the new machine was delivered soon!

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“Hey bruv” I said, as Bret came out into the small lobby at the gym.

“Hey” he replied, giving me a smile.

He stopped and spoke to the receptionist, who then opened the glass gate for me to go in. I followed him through to the empty changing rooms.

“How’s it going?” I asked, as I got changed into some workout gear.

“Good” he said. “Just got done doing some personal training. Got a gap now for other things.”

“Oh yeah?” I replied, smirking.

“Fuck yeah” he said, smiling. “I like doing proper gym stuff, but I’m still me!”

I decided to go with him to the store room, where there were a couple of guys hanging around outside.

“Me or Will?” he asked them.

“You” said one.

“Either” said the other.

Bret waved in the one who had picked him out, and I followed them into the outer part of the room that was notionally still used for storage. Over to the side and out of sight from the door, Will was on all fours on a mat, taking a hard pounding from one guy while he had fully swallowed another. He was so fucking hot, especially with Bret’s chain flapping around as he was thrust back and forth.

“Four hours and counting” Bret said to me, grinning.

“No surprise there” I replied.

“How do you want me?” he said to the gym member.

“Bend over” the guy gruffly replied.

Bret did as instructed, pulling down his shorts so he was just in a jock and vest. He bent over a big plastic case that contained a gazebo, and the guy stepped up and slid straight in. He fucked Bret hard and fast, coming within about 5 minutes.

“Go get the other one for me Luke” Bret said, not moving position.

I went out and beckoned the other man in, and he did pretty much the same as the previous one but lasted maybe 10 minutes. When he was done I checked outside for anyone else waiting, but as there was no-one I got down behind my brother and felched out the loads. We then both stood up straight to watch the ongoing spitroasting that Will was taking, his face red from the effort but his arse being pushed back to meet each thrust which clearly showed he was loving it. Bret had told me he was fitting in really well there, adding more capacity for the unspoken extra activities the gym offered its customers while also meaning there was enough flexibility in the setting of rotas for the actual work that needed to be done. For his part, Will was so grateful to me and Bret for helping him get the job, and also for the loan of the bling. I doubted Bret wanted it back, as he was pretty taken with Will as well and loved how the guy looked in his old gear.

Gheorghe and Jonas were both basically recovered, which was timely as Pavel had finally succumbed and started his own conversion. Kieron was fretting over him a bit, and regularly going round to the flat the tattooed stud shared with a couple of other men. But with the other two back on the job, and with my agreement, Matas and Benas had returned to other clients’ homes even though it would mean our work took a bit longer to complete. I’m sure they had no idea how little work was being done at all though, as Kane and Justin were round there all the time swapping poz loads with their new men. I was looking forward to getting some time with Gheorghe myself if possible as I had really enjoyed having him inside me, but until Justin could be strapped into the on-order fuck machine to keep his needs in check, there was no chance of anyone else getting a piece of the Romanian.

I did decide to go by just on the off chance though, and Bret was coming up with Will to meet me there so we could go for a drink. However, when I opened the front door I was met with a scene I never expected. It seems Matas and Benas had called over for a surprise inspection, having found that Jonas had left his key at home. They had walked in on their two employees each taking a pounding over the kitchen counter, with one of them of course being Matas’s son. When I arrived, the Lithuanian lad and the Romanian hunk were standing against the wall looking a little afraid, while the older men exacted what they believed to be a punishment. Matas was pounding the shit out of Kane, while Benas was balls-deep in Justin. The look Justin gave me, as well as how rattled Jonas and Gheorghe obviously were, told me that I needed to step in as the client and paymaster for this whole job.

“What the fuck is going on here?!” I yelled from the door.

Matas and Benas froze, turned to see me, and then hastily withdrew.

“Mr Ballard sir….” Matas began.

“What the fuck were you just doing to my brother?!” I yelled.

“I…” Matas began, suddenly seeming not such a muscular daddy type.

“We find them fucking…” Benas tried to offer.

“You shut the fuck up” I said to him.

At that moment Bret unlocked the door behind me and walked in with Will, stopping in his tracks when he saw everyone there.

“What the fuck?” he said.

“Glad you’re here bruv” I said. “These old men thought they could get away with dishing out some justice on Kane and Justin for being with our friends here.”

“Is that so?” Bret said, fixing Matas with a glare that made the older man shrink even more before us.

“Yes” I said, “and from the looks of it, Kane and Justin were taking it to protect our friends.”

“Mr Ballard…” Matas began.

“Shut it!” I said. “You are fucking fired. Your boy and your team here are coming to live with us.”

“Luke, bruv” Bret said, “that’s just common fucking sense at this point. I reckon these old fuckers need to be taught a lesson.”

Matas and Benas may have been pretty muscular and carrying around a lot of bullshit alpha-male energy, but they knew when they were outgunned. Kane and Justin could have made quick work of them, but had chosen to try to deescalate the situation by taking the punishment. With me, Bret and Will now there too, the men were not even going to dare to put up a fight. The fact that they already had their trousers and pants off helped speed things along.

We never went for that drink in the end, spending the night at the flat fucking the two older brothers senseless. I had no doubt their holes were both virgin when we started, and my normal concerns about pozzing the unwilling were gone. What they had been doing with Jonas never sat well with me, and I had seen earlier than he was genuinely afraid of them. That was going to be over for him now, but I wanted his fucking father and uncle taken down a peg too. With Jonas himself joining in for some long-overdue revenge, and of course with Gheorghe’s immense cock also available, the fucking of Matas and Benas was both rough and nonstop. They had no fight left in them after trying to resist the initial penetrations, so we were able to move them around the flat as we saw fit. They even got some lengthy golden showers while both bent over the bath, while taking a pounding at their other ends of course.

We let them go at dawn, though not before using a permanent marker to add some words to their foreheads, cheeks and buttocks. Gheorghe confirmed how up to date they were with pay from the brothers’ company, and I ensured bills were settled only for materials after that point. Through Stephen and his contacts we got things underway quickly to help set up a new company with Gheorghe at the helm, and Pavel and Jonas were made employees there so that all work and payments were above board, taxes were paid, and no new risks were placed on their ability to stay in the UK after that Brexit shitshow. We got in some more temporary furniture for the flat so Jonas could live there, with Pavel later asking to move in as well once he was better. I had no issue with any of that, as the two of them were clearly going to be with K&K long-term anyway so would always be there with us.

Before Grant could get his hands on him, Will’s sudden but insatiable need for cock caught up with him. His mum and her boyfriend looked after him through the flu, with me and Bret stopping by to see him occasionally. He was so fucking happy about converting once he was better, going off to get tested to confirm it before immediately starting to get his back worked on by a tattooist. He was a pretty good artist himself and had sketched out what he wanted, but they began with a large tribal thing across his upper back as he needed to wait until he’d done his first video before they could move on to the huge biohazard centrepiece he wanted.

With all these big changes out of the way, and the flat nearly done, Kane and I managed to convince Bret and Kieron to finally go and see Dad together. We had told them that I’d just come out on all our behalves to him and that it was fine, but we wanted him to be the one to talk to them about the rest of it. Still, I went with them most of the way, agreeing to meet up with them later, and then headed to Shane’s. Grant had come up with what he wanted to do with the dildo-loving ‘straight’ housemates, and I said I would talk to Zac about it first. As was often the case lately, he was to be found at Shane’s place so I went there to meet up with them both. Before I got there though, Shane messaged to say the place was a mess and asked me to meet them at the same gay bar where I’d first encountered him, so I diverted there, got myself a pint and then sat outside despite the autumnal chill so I could have a smoke.

Zac was a fucked-out happy mess when they arrived. Well, he wasn’t an actual mess, as he somehow always looked just cool and well put together whatever he was wearing or however he’d done his hair. But he was otherwise a mess, and I chuckled at him staring at the table after Shane went back inside to get them both a drink.

“You OK there stud?” I asked him.

“Haven’t slept” he muttered.

“Oh yeah?” I said.

“Shane is fucking awesome” he said. “Seven loads since last night.”

“One-man gangbang” I chuckled.

“He’s the best” he said, looking up at me and finally smiling.

“He’s a great guy” I said. 

“Thanks again for introducing me to him” Zac said.

“You’re welcome” I replied. “Hopefully you’re getting close to what you need.”

“Yeah” he said, “but…”

“Second thoughts?” I asked, knowing full well it wouldn’t matter if he did want to back out as he was probably on the verge of converting already.

“No!” he said. “Fuck no. But, well, I just really like having all this sex with Shane…”

“You big dumb himbo” I teased. “You really think he’s going to drop you when it’s done?”

“I dunno” he said.

“No chance” I reassured him. “Shane is a good guy, and I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I reckon you’ve got yourself a boyfriend.”

Shane came back out at that point, put down the drinks and took a seat.

“So what we talking about?” he asked.

“You” I said.

“Oh?” he asked, looking between us quizzically.

“Put the poor stud’s mind at ease” I said. “He thinks you’re just in this for the gifting.”

I then sat back and just observed as they had a sudden heart to heart right there on the terrace, almost as though they were alone. It was sweet really, but after they’d shared a deep kiss I felt like I needed to intervene.

“Woah there boys” I said. “I need to talk to Zac here before you go back to bed together.”

They both chuckled, but carried on making puppy dog eyes at each other until Zac finally engaged in what I was saying. I described the scene Grant wanted to shoot, and he agreed it would be the sort of thing that the other four housemates would be into. But we had to come up with a plan for getting them to that point, which we did over the course of another couple of drinks. When we were finally done Shane was starting to look a little antsy, and said all this talk of pozzing the other housemates had got him horned up. I threw my hands up in defeat and said we were done, and then sat there to finish my last drink as the two of them raced off back to Shane’s place. After chuckling to myself that Zac was probably penetrated again before I’d even got to the dregs of my pint, I hauled myself up and went off to meet Bret and Kieron. The housemates thing would take a while to see through to the big finale, and it was time for us Ballards to focus on the one big issue that was now looming up on us. Dad.