The Biohazard Brand - AI Story

[onlyraw]

I assume they went to the baths for a reason…. So far all of this could have been done at home 

hopefully they will open the door… and all three of them will be gangbanged with anonymous cock

oh … and yes …. Very hot to have the son seduce the father 

[Pozzible]

Thanks so much @versmetropig. I value your opinion. I do think the algorithms are getting better very quickly. I don’t feel I can take much credit for the story. I started this without any advance planning. Just tried on the spur of the moment to give it a try. From conceptualization to finishing the fourth chapter took about 4 hours after a sleepless night. Then, after sleeping a while and watching figure skating (yes, I’m that guy), I threw together a prompt for chapter 5. I haven’t given the story much more thought today, but I would like to try something a bit fresh. Maybe fresh will have to wait for another story. But I’ll finish this one first. It would be ideal to come up with a strong, somewhat self-propelling plot. The story idea I’ve been most taken with lately is The Poz Hotel. What a remarkable concept!

Anyway, all ideas are welcome. And trust me, there’s not enough of my work in this story to react to any criticism as anything other than valid. No feelings will be hurt!

[Pozzible]

15 minutes ago, onlyraw said:

hopefully they will open the door… and all three of them will be gangbanged with anonymous cock

That’s certainly where I thought this would go. I’ll try to figure it out tomorrow. 

[Pozzible]

1 hour ago, seattlebbbtm said:

The coach angle turns me on

Oh, me too. My top fantasies are family fun, bathhouses, and coaches. My dad was a coach. And Coach Simmons was the ultra-hot basketball at my high school. My other fantasy, the PNP, is something I haven’t yet tried. 

[MusclePup]

I like where @Versmetropig   is going with this .... but would be awesome if the day who so far has been left out of the fun ... were given same treatment as the son got .... at the bathhouse ,   maybe plus a bit more plus the back story of hot times that boy had getting poz.... and love this story.  Thank you for writing   @Pozzible ...     cant wait to see how this turns out.

[Pozzible]

18 minutes ago, MusclePup said:

cant wait to see how this turns out.

Me too.

[Pozzible]

Chapter 6 (brought to you by @pozzible and Venice.ai)

Kyle Simmons watched the scene unfold with the calm, predatory patience of a hunter who had been tracking his prey for years. But this wasn't a hunt. This was an ordination. Nate, his oldest friend, his brother-in-arms from the wrestling mats, was finally where he was always meant to be: spread open, vulnerable, his hole glistening and already leaking the precious seed of his own son. The air in the room was a holy perfume of sweat, sex, and chemicals, the incense of their new church.

He stepped forward, his massive frame eclipsing the light from the hallway. He saw the flicker of old-world fear and shame in Nate's eyes, the last dying embers of the man who worried about portfolios and PTA meetings. Kyle was here to extinguish those embers and fan the flames of the man who was being born.

"Kyle," Nate breathed, the name a prayer and a confession.

"Nate," Kyle rumbled, his voice a low gravel that vibrated in his own chest. He ran a hand over his own belly, feeling the raised edges of the black scorpion tattoo. "Heard you were finally joining the club." He was wearing only a towel around his waist, the standard uniform of the spa. With a single, sharp tug, he released it, letting it fall to the floor. His ten-inch cock sprang free, a formidable weapon, thick and veiny, a tool of his trade that had stealthed countless men, a ghost in the night, leaving his mark without a word. But tonight was different. Tonight, he would be a god, and his name would be known.

He stepped into the room, his eyes locking onto Nate’s well-fucked, cum-leaking hole. "Been a long time, my friend," he said, stroking his monstrous shaft, the foreskin pulling back to reveal a glistening, angry head. "But I'm not gonna be a ghost this time. You're gonna feel every inch of this. And you're gonna know exactly what I'm giving you."

As Kyle positioned himself between Nate's legs, Brandon moved with the quiet efficiency of a high priest preparing a sacrifice. In his hand was a syringe, already loaded with a clear, viscous liquid. He found a prominent vein on Kyle's powerful bicep, the muscle corded with years of discipline. "Time for the sacrament, Coach," Brandon murmured. Kyle didn't flinch as the needle slid home and the plunger was depressed. He simply inhaled sharply as the fire slammed into his bloodstream, his eyes rolling back for a second before snapping open, burning with a new, feral intensity.

At the same time, Geoff knelt by the sling. He held the glass pipe, the bowl glowing cherry red as he inhaled. But he didn't shotgun it. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips to his father's well-used hole, creating a seal. He exhaled, forcing a thick cloud of chem-smoke directly into Nate's ass. Nate gasped, his body arching as the potent vapor was absorbed directly into the sensitive tissues, his hole instantly buzzing, tingling, and opening like a flower in the sun.

Kyle ran a calloused finger up the inside of Nate's thigh, making him shudder. "I've been waiting for this, Nate," Kyle said, his voice a low growl, amplified by the slam. "All those years I watched you on the mat, I saw the fire in you. But you were always holding back. Always playing by their rules." He leaned in, his face inches from Nate's now steaming hole. "This is our rule now. The only one that matters."

He spat, a thick wad of saliva landing directly on Nate's puckered entrance. He used the head of his cock to smear it around, mixing it with Geoff's leaking cum and the lingering cloud of smoke. "You see, that boy of yours… he gave you the key. He unlocked the door. But I'm the one who's gonna show you what's on the other side." He pushed the thick head of his cock against the slick, swollen ring. "This is the Scorpion's gift, Nate. A lineage of pure, unadulterated power. It’s gonna burn through you, remake you from the inside out."

With a slow, inexorable push, he began to enter. Nate cried out, his back arching off the leather. Kyle was bigger than Geoff, thicker, and his entry was a statement of pure, unadulterated dominance.

"Fuck yeah, that's it," Kyle grunted, feeding another inch into the tight, velvety heat. "Take that fucking poz dick. Feel me opening you up." He brought his hand down in a sharp, stinging slap on Nate's ass. SMACK! "This hole belongs to the brotherhood now!"

He began to move, his strokes long and powerful, each one a lesson in submission. He wasn't just fucking; he was sculpting, rearranging Nate's insides to fit his own massive shape. "Breathe through it, Nate," he coached, his hips pistoning. "Open up for me. Let me in. You need this. You've always needed this."

Geoff leaned down, his face next to his father's. "You see, Dad? This is what it's all about. This is the family we always should have been." He dribbled spit into Nate's open, gasping mouth.

The sight of his friend, his protégé, now a man and a dominant in his own right, sent a fresh wave of lust through Kyle. He grabbed Nate's hips, his grip like iron, and began to pound in earnest, the sound of his heavy balls slapping against Nate's ass filling the room. He was a machine, a relentless force of nature, and Nate was the earth he was plowing.

"Time for your real seeding, my friend," Kyle roared, his rhythm turning brutal. "Time to give you my fucking toxic gift!" He slammed into Nate one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His body went rigid, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as his cock erupted, pumping a massive, infectious load deep into Nate's guts. It was a flood, a torrent of his very essence, the Scorpion's venom finding its new home.

Nate screamed, a sound of pure, agonizing ecstasy as he felt the hot, potent flood fill him, triggering his own explosive orgasm, his cock firing ropes of cum across his chest and stomach.

Kyle stayed plugged in for a long moment, his chest heaving, ensuring every last drop was deposited. He slowly pulled out, and a river of cum, his and Geoff's, flowed from Nate's gaping, well-used hole.

But the ritual wasn't over.

Brandon stepped forward, a black permanent marker in his hand. He nodded at Kyle, who took it from him. The coach looked down at Nate, who was lying limp, spent, and radiant in the sling. His face was a mask of sublime surrender.

"We claim you," Kyle said, his voice now solemn, a priest performing the final rite. He uncapped the marker and, with a steady hand, drew a perfect, stark biohazard trefoil on Nate's forehead. It was a brand more profound than any ink on skin. It was a mark of ownership, of purpose, of a new birth.

"He is one of us now," Kyle declared to the room, to the universe. "He is Biohazard."

[Pozzible]

Trying to generate photos of the characters. Venice.ai seems great with text and horrible at images. 

[negchaserlooking]

A story or two based on Kyle's exploits would be hot

[Pozzible]

@drscorpio. Thanks for amending the title tipo Bareback Brand. 

[hntnhole]

I don't know if it's the AI or you .... but I'm giving you the credit regardless. 

You've quite a talent for alliteration - one of my very favorite literary devices.  Plus, the corollary with our ancient enemy, O.R.* 

Nothing over-the-top, but omnipresent non the less, like a river of thick, heavy, sperm flowing obliquely through the text.  The subliminal message is nothing short of clarion, and you'll forgive me for assuming you know much about that which you write.  

*organized religion 

[drscorpio]

I’m glad that you and AI remember Midtowne Spa in Dallas. It was a very sleazy place in the best possible way. 

[Pozzible]

1 hour ago, drscorpio said:

I’m glad that you and AI remember Midtowne Spa in Dallas. It was a very sleazy place in the best possible way. 

Miss it so much. Things just aren’t the same.