The Partying scorpions

[Oxone]

Chapter One: The Scorpion’s Mark

Riley Kane had always been drawn to the strange corners of the internet — forums whispering about transcendence, power, and awakening. Most of it was noise: conspiracy threads, cryptic videos, encrypted chats. But one night, he found something different. A name that kept surfacing again and again.

The Skullface Scorpions.

People said they were more than a group. A movement. A family. Their symbol — a skull wreathed in black smoke, the jaw replaced by a scorpion’s tail — appeared in graffiti under bridges and on the cracked walls of abandoned factories. No one knew who led them, only that they followed someone called Gray.

James Gray had been a scientist once, or maybe a soldier, depending on which story you believed. He’d survived something terrible — an experiment gone wrong, a near-death encounter — and came back changed. Some said he could bend people’s will with a word, others that he carried a presence you couldn’t resist. Those who met him called him The Voice.

Riley’s cousin Tyler had been the first to speak of them in person.

“They don’t hide what they are,” Tyler said one night, leaning against Riley’s car, eyes burning with a strange certainty. “They don’t lie, they don’t fake it. That’s why I joined. Because out there—” he waved toward the city lights “—everyone’s pretending. The Scorpions don’t. With them, what you see is what you are. No masks. No walls.”

Riley frowned. “And what’s their motto again?”

Tyler smiled, the kind of smile that held both warning and pride.

“Raw is law.”

Riley didn’t understand it then. But Tyler explained — being “raw” wasn’t about danger or recklessness. It meant stripping away everything false. Facing the world as it was, and yourself as you truly were.

Now, weeks later, Riley stood in the heart of an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city, surrounded by humming lights and rhythmic sounds that seemed to come from the walls themselves.

“Every nest begins with belief,” Tyler said, his voice echoing through the vast room. “We burn away the old life to make room for the new.”

The hum grew louder, vibrating through Riley’s ribs. Around him, figures stepped out of the shadows, each marked with the Scorpion’s insignia — a biohazard symbol twisted into a tail.

He didn’t know if he was afraid or exhilarated.

Then the doors sealed.

The initiation had begun

[Oxone]

2 Marked by the Sting

The air in the nest was heavy, thick with the scent of sweat, poppers, and unbridled lust. Dim, flickering lights cast long shadows across the walls, illuminating the biohazard tattoos that adorned the bodies of the Skullface Scorpions. Their scorpion insignias, dark and menacing, seemed to pulse with life, 

Dressed in nothing but a tight harness and a jockstrap, his pale skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, his body already buzzing from the booty bump he’d taken earlier. The drugs had kicked in, heightening his senses, making every touch, every sound, every breath feel electric.

The nest was a chaotic symphony of moans, whispers, and the occasional slap of skin on skin. The Scorpions circled him like predators, their eyes hungry, their cocks throbbing with anticipation. Each man was a vision of raw, unfiltered desire, their bodies marked with the symbols of their brotherhood. Riley’s cousin, his sponsor into this world, smirked as he stepped forward, his hand resting heavily on Riley’s shoulder. “Ready to join the brotherhood , boy?” he whispered, his breath hot against Riley’s ear. His voice was low, laced with a promise of pleasure and pain, of transformation and surrender.

 

Riley nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. He’d known what he was getting into, but standing here, surrounded by these men, he felt both terrified and exhilarated. This was it—the moment he’d been both dreading and craving. His cousin’s smirk widened, and he gave Riley’s shoulder a firm squeeze before stepping back, leaving him exposed to the nest.

The Scorpions closed in, their presence overwhelming. One of them, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a scorpion tattoo crawling up his neck, stepped forward. His eyes locked onto Riley’s, and he reached out, gripping Riley’s hip with a firm hand. “You’re gonna be one of us, boy,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Gonna take the bug, spread our seed.” His words sent a shiver down Riley’s spine, a mix of dread and arousal coiling in his gut

 

Before Riley could respond, another Scorpion pushed forward, his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. He grabbed Riley’s harness, pulling him closer, and without warning, pushed him to his knees. Riley gasped as the man’s thick cock pressed against his lips, the salty taste of pre-cum teasing his tongue. “Suck it, pig,” the man ordered, his hand tangling in Riley’s fiery hair. Riley obeyed, opening his mouth wide and taking the man’s cock deep, his throat constricting as he gagged. The man groaned, thrusting his hips forward, fucking Riley’s mouth with abandon.

The nest erupted into a frenzy of movement and sound. Hands grabbed at Riley, pulling him to his feet, pushing him onto his back on a nearby bench. The harness was tugged tighter, the jockstrap ripped away, leaving him completely exposed. The first Scorpion stepped forward, his cock throbbing, and without hesitation, he lined up with Riley’s hole and thrust in, burying himself to the hilt. Riley cried out, his body arching as the man began to pound into him, his hands gripping Riley’s hips with bruising force.

“You’re ours now,” the man hissed, his breath hot against Riley’s ear. “A poz pig, a party pig, a Scorpion.” His words were a mantra, repeated by the others as they took turns, their cocks relentless, their hands roaming over Riley’s body. They gripped his perky breasts, tweezing his nipples, their fingers leaving red marks on his pale skin. They whispered filthy promises, their voices a chorus of depravity, as they fucked him deeper and harder with each thrust.

Riley moaned, his body trembling, his hole stretching to accommodate their cocks. The drugs in his system amplified every sensation, every touch, every thrust feeling like it went straight to his core. His mouth was wet and open, begging for more, as they fed him their cum, their seed mixing with the Tina and G already coursing through his veins. The room spun, the clouds of poppers enveloping him, and Riley felt himself slipping further into their world.

One by one, they took their turns, passing him around like a prize. Each man left his mark on Riley, their cocks branding him, their cum filling him. His body was a canvas for their desires, his hole a gateway to their brotherhood. Riley’s moans grew louder, his voice hoarse as he begged for more, his body craving the pleasure and pain they inflicted.

As the last Scorpion pulled out, Riley collapsed onto the bench, his body slick with sweat and cum. His ass twitched, still adjusting to the relentless fucking, his mouth filled with the bitter taste of their load. The nest surrounded him, their hands reaching out, branding him with their mark—a scorpion insignia pressed into his skin with a heated iron. The pain was sharp, searing, but Riley barely flinched, his mind too clouded with pleasure and drugs to care.

“Welcome to the clouds, brother,” his cousin said, his voice filled with pride. Riley looked up, his eyes glassy, his body still trembling. He was theirs now, a new Scorpion, ready to spread their seed. On his knees, he bowed his head, his ass still twitching, his mouth filled with their cum. The nest cheered, their voices a triumphant roar, as Riley’s transformation was complete. He was no longer just Riley—he was one of them, a poz pig, a party pig, a Scorpion. And as the drugs and cum mixed in his system, he knew there was no going back.