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Just curious about where do poppers users fit into this equation. They don’t alter my consciousness or anything but certainly help open my hole up and I have much more control of it that way. I find them useless to too or get off with.

mmm doomed indeed! 10 days to continue the training... and then see how bfb's family react to it being taken and broken, or maybe they will kick the boifag out for dodging college, or maybe another letter that bfb didn't manage to intercept. I can't wait!! 😈

hot story

@mancoco You've done a great job of writing this story. Thank you so much. I know I speak for many of us, we hope that doesn't end for a long time. It's like streaming a series and hoping you don't get to the last episode.

Me an daug both got soaked in cum an piss she took a full loaf of piss she gagged an puked some of it

10 inch sliding skin dildo from fort troff

I think conscious bareback fucking is the norm for most guys. It certainly is for me as I want to engage with the top or bottom as we fuck, make out and breed.

I had time to read only the OP (sorry for that) What if we change the perspective. Why is it necessary to use drugs for any sexual activities? I had really nasty gay sexual life for 6 years without chms. I mean I was fucked by more than 10 guys for hours, collected as much cum as possible, etc. And although I started to use chms for fisting, I still play drugfree if it’s a simple session (I mean a session without ff)

Love when a top asks that question after the fact, confirms that I’ve been bred by a tool.

Would love a sweaty pig session with Teddy Torres and Ian Sterling. Arses loose and open from fisting each others cunts slick with lube and piss.

SMH after coming in my ass “are you clean?” Why even ask that after the fact

In no parrticular order, fucked and bred by Jessy Karson, Bo Sinn, Ashton Labruce.

Wow super hot.

Long toes are hot💋, I like all types of feet, 👄

I let it be known I’m not into drugs to begin with. And if there’s anything stronger than poppers used by the other guy. like you I view total clarity as the best and most thrilling way to experience the thrill of intentional unprotected expose to HIV.

I bought a cock ring/prostate stimulator. Love the stimulator part, but the cock ring is too thin and way too tight.

I was at the local planet fitness. Hooked up in the showers with a young guy on grindr. I sucked a load of cum out of his sweet 7" cock and then chased it with his tasty piss. Took a lot of piss all over my face/head too. He never went soft. I figured he was finished, but he told me to get back on my knees and he fucked another load into my throat. All this in about 10 minutes!!! So hot sucking cock for cum in public!!

I savor all but my favorite is after an extended cockworship session, edging and building the load. Once the precum flavor shifts and I’m almost pushing him over the edge with every flick of my tongue I know I’m getting the full flavor out of his nut. Doesn’t happen often as many dudes like to bust quick

Chapter 14 - Preparations and Expectations Jerome thought back to that morning. He had looked into the mirror and seen the slight changes. Were his cheeks just a little more sunken, did his eyes have a little more of a glitter to them? Changes that hadn't been there a few years ago. Part of it was just the passage of time but there was something else beneath that. Not that he was complaining. A lot of the men who had experienced conversion around the time he had were long gone. Some because treatment had come too late, some because they had rejected it. For a certain type of man feeling the presence of the virus in his bloodstream was powerful - for a few of them unchaining that power was ultimately irresistible and then addictive. Jerome knew some things about addiction and its dangers. It had been his career. Supply and demand. This was just another facet of that life. You sought the rewards and you enjoyed the results but there would be casualties - that was undeniably part of the deal. Such things got simpler as time passed. When you understood it was just some people's destiny. PrEP made it all so much easier. It was part of the landscape and everyone understood it. Even the little faggot he had just interviewed. He might play the dumb little slut but he knew. Now if you were offering your unprotected neg hole up to Poz cock then it was for only one reason. Because you were a chaser. Because you understood that was YOUR destiny. It made the role of a man like Jerome much easier - knowing the little femboy slut was just getting what he was always fated to end up getting. Fucked up and fucked up for real. There were a few men who delayed going on medication but Jerome dealt mainly with men of experience and they were in a different category. To be ready for the event they needed some notice. Which was why he had a training program for his young faggots. Mentally and physically preparing them for what was to come. Giving his men the time required. Pills had to be ditched, the ART safeguard removed from their system, the Viral Rebound given time to occur. At this moment he knew there were some men out there recovering from the 'fuck flu'. Jerome himself had been lucky enough to only ever have the mildest symptoms after that first time. Just enough to let him know his body was preparing itself for its mission. Experiencing the acute re-infection, carrying a potent Heavy Viral Load in his blood, experiencing that life-changing power. Addictive was the word for it and like most addictions it carried consequences, potentially dire consequences. Each time you went off the treatment you risked it losing its effectiveness. That potent aspect of yourself becoming dominant, resistant, not taking no for an answer. It was a risk that logically no man should take - but for some men temptation overcame such things. He never encouraged men to start dumping their meds but when men had done it and then came to him, well, just like the little neg sluts there came a point when a person was responsible for their own decisions Every man he had invited would have taken that risk. They'd come off their meds or maybe had never been on them. It was why he didn't let wannabe faggots like young Jordyn back out beyond a certain point. These men had earned their entertainment. They were dedicated breeders - men devoted to their craft, their passion. He would not allow them to be disappointed. It surely wasn't Jerome's first time to the dance. He had lost count of the times he had come off his meds to breed a cute little fucker like Jordyn. Maybe that was why the older man could accept what he had seen in the mirror so readily. His cheek-bones surely were just that little bit more pronounced. Any middle-aged flab he had once carried was gone and now he was starting to maybe lose some muscle. Either the on-off meds had left his system weakened or just maybe his strain had grown more potent and powerful. The result would be the same either way - but fuck it he had been living on house money for thirty years at least. He had no complaints and he still had some time left - there'd still be holes to breed, chasers to introduce to his own personal strain of the bug. The men that counted would all be getting their tests now so they could show proof they had earned their place at the Breaking In Party. A few recent converts but most would be dedicated veteran breeders. Some, like himself, who had maybe gambled with their health a time or two too many. The pics of young Jordyn had drawn a lot of eyeballs and the video he had just shot would ensure a good turn-out. Maybe even those fifty Poz cocks Jordyn had fantasized about for so long. If that did happen the numbers wouldn't really matter. Young Jordyn would be out of it long before it ended, in no shape to count. As for potent Poz nut there'd be no shortage in any case. As he packed away his cameras Jerome felt his cock harden in his pants. He'd been around a long time but he hadn't seen many young faggots finer than Jordyn. The knowledge he was going to breed that cute little hole made it all seem worthwhile. *** "So Clyde what are you thinking?" The unkempt store owner smiled his crooked smile at Jerome. "Hard to be sure - without seeing what's on offer." Jerome understood. "You heard him faggot - strip for the man!" Jordyn had only just put his jeans back on but he knew his place. He carefully removed each item of his clothing trying, and failing, to not notice the hungry stare of the creepy tattoo artist. Soon he was naked and standing in front of his Owner and his Owner's friend. "Isn't he quite something!" That was Clyde, who was almost dribbling at the sight of Jordyn's young flesh. "That skin is just perfect. I could really enjoy myself with this one." He moved closer to Jordyn so that the young femboy could feel the hot excited breath on his body. "So - now you've inspected the merchandise - what do you reckon?" That was Jerome's low, even, voice again. Jordyn knew his Owner was watching his reactions. Jerome had promised him a lot of men but he knew most were more likely to be like Clyde than any sort of a male model. He shivered a little at the prospect, though the store was cool enough to maybe use that as an excuse. It took a moment for him to understand as he watched Clyde run his fingers over the flesh he seemed captivated by. Men like this appreciated beauty in a femboy, especially a femboy who gave himself to them without hesitation or equivocation. Men like Clyde would understand what he needed and would take great pleasure in giving him just that. "When is this little faggot's big night?" Clyde's eyes traced his fingers' passage over the younger man's perfectly flat belly. "Real soon," said Jerome and the words sent a huge surge of excitement and fear through Jordyn's body. Clyde clicked his tongue in disapproval. "No piercings just now then - we wouldn't want this little honey to get any unwanted infections." He paused a moment and then, as if he only then realized what he had said, gave a laugh that Jerome echoed. "If you understand what I'm saying. Still we can play with some temporary jewellery for the moment." He moved to a drawer and opened it to find some small items. "Hold still boy," he said as he reached up to each of the young man's ears. There was a little pain in each lobe but not too much. "Check yourself out," advised Clyde pointing at a mirror. Jordyn did so and saw the ear-rings attached to each of his lobes. Hoops with sparkling letters around the circumference. 'F - E - M - B - O - Y'. He couldn't help gasping a little at the sight. They were so blatant - so revealing of a fact he had kept hidden so long. "It's been a secret for way too long hasn't it Jordyn," said Clyde as he looked into the mirror from behind the femboy. "I know. That's why your coming out has to be such a special occasion. You can unclip these ones but soon I'll pierce you properly and you can wear them forever. The same as these." The tattoo artists hands found Jordyn's naked nips. Watching himself in the mirror Clyde skilfully applied another item to each. This time Jordyn had to wince, there was some real pain from just how tightly the clips clamped his erect nipples. Clyde removed his hands so the young man could see his new adornments properly. Each of the nipple clamps carried an enamelled symbol which Jordyn knew well. The biohazard symbol. He again felt that rush of half-excitement, half-fear, the rush that he had come to crave so much. "They look perfect on you," Clyde almost crooned into Jordyn's ear, "like you were made for them. But you haven't earned them yet. When you have I'll make them permanent too. OK?" "OK," responded Jordyn as he saw the man unclip the nipple clamps and felt that same little stab of pain from each as the blood returned. "I mean - yes please sir." "It won't be long," smiled Clyde. His hand dropped to give the gentlest of touches to the cage that trapped Jordyn's little dicklet. "I like this. Is it true what they say - the smaller the cage the bigger the slut?" "Guess we'll find out soon enough." That was Jerome from where he watched on the other side of the small store. "Any ideas for ink?" "Oh - I got plenty," laughed Clyde. "Lie on the couch there boy - on your front." His Owner was watching and Jordyn knew the rules. An instruction from his Owner's friends was to be obeyed just as certainly as one from Jerome himself. Despite the fun and games during his interview he knew his true role was one of submission to real men. Clyde went and fetched another object and Jordyn felt the cool of liquid on the small of his back. Its focus gently moved and the young man understood. Clyde was writing something on his skin. "Something kinda like that?" Clyde wasn't asking the question of Jordyn. There was a dry chuckle from Jerome. "Seems about right." "Hold it there." A hand on Jordyn's body kept him in place until the artist was finished and was sure the ink was dry. Only then did he order the younger man to turn over. On his back Jordyn could watch Clyde as he drew on the pale flat skin just above Jordyn's caged dicklet. He was using a marker pen - the ink a blunt black against the fair skin. It took a while to understand what Clyde was writing and then it was too late to object. 'FEMBOY CUMDUMP NEG 4 POZ.' Jerome nodded and then quietly made a suggestion to Clyde who added another two lines. 'BOIFAGBARBIE RUIN ME' Again Jordyn felt that combination of intense excitement and nerve-shattering fear. What if someone saw that? "How long will it last?" Jerome's question matched the one rushing through Jordyn's half-panicked mind. "They call it permanent but maybe only two or three weeks. You know how to get the job done really permanent. Should have come to me earlier." "That's time enough for the party," said Jerome, "don't worry I'll be bringing him back afterwards. You can ink him properly then." Jordyn bit down the panic surging inside him - determined not to let down his Owner by showing hesitation or weakness. It was difficult - the fantasy had become so real now and so imminent. "You can get up," said Clyde and then he watched the younger man with a laconic smile as Jordyn tried to see his back in the mirror, to read the obvious black words there. 'FRESH BOI PUSSY VIRGIN UNTIL BAREBACK ONLY POZ CUM ONLY.' The two men had been consulting and Clyde gently held Jordyn steady as he wrote in a date after 'VIRGIN UNTIL'. When Jordyn read it he saw it was a date only ten days away. Just ten days... He was lost in his thoughts and apprehensions and the fact the two men were talking again hardly even registered. "I been thinking..." Clyde was a little hesitant, his voice low. "You got an idea?" Jerome's deep voice also lowered a tone. Clyde moved to a draw and produced a metal object. "Damn," said Jerome. He kept the exclamation low but he needn't have bothered. Jordyn seemed in a world of his own - lost in anticipation of what was just ten days away. "Got me a new PA. Had it a little while," Clyde continued. "They call it the hole wrecker." "Must be fucking heavy - what's it feel like?" "I haven't had the chance to find out yet. Been waiting for the right opportunity." Clyde stroked his chin with its straggling grey beard. He purposefully looked across at Jordyn and then back to Jerome before raising an eyebrow interrogatively. "Well why not," said Jerome, "and in return you'll do your little party trick?" Clyde nodded and the two men shook on it while Jordyn continued in a world almost of his own. Looking into the mirror and reading again and again the words written onto the skin of his perfect little femboy body. Just like a modern Narcissus - just as lovely, just as captivated and just as doomed.

Horny and perhaps driven... One more chapter and then on to the main event