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I'm 66, 5'10", 270 lbs, Hispanic bi male here with a question on how to proceed. I have recently started watching gay porn videos and have this strong urge to be barebacked. The last time I had sex with a man was in 2009, a year after I divorced my ex wife. During my marriage I had strong urges too be with a man because of where I was working. A majority of the work force were gay or bisexual males and was hit on constantly. I tried my best to be faithful to my wife but those feeling slowly crept into my subconciousness. When ever she performed oral sex on me I had a hard time becoming erect. I started fantasizing about certain gay guys I worked with sucking my cock and I had the most intensive orgasms which made her happy. I would immediately kiss her so she could share my cum with me which also turned her on. Eventually our sex life started dwindling and I would go to the adult bookstores and started sucking off strange men. I loved the feeling of men exploding in my mouth and sucking out every last drop. I always wanted to be barebacked but thought I'd be pushing the envelope too much by taking that extra step. It was after we divorced that I finally had anal sex with a man and that was after I fucked my ass with an 11" dildo. My hole was so loose I could barely feel his 8" cock inside of me. So here I am 16 yrs later and I'm longing to be fucked again. My question is where do I go to meet men in the same boat as I am? I failed to mention that I'm impotent and have a very small cock. Is that a turn off for other men? I want to be that reliable bottom they can "cum" to if they need a hot tight ass to fuck. I want to be used like their slut, but treated with dignity and respect which sounds stupid to me. I have put ads on Doublelist but all I get is flakes who say they're on the way but never show up. Am I approaching this right? I've been out of the loop for soon long and could really use some advice on what I should do. Are there support groups for guys my age where I can meet someone? Any advice would be greatly appreciated.

The spark that once drove their whirlwind romance, now seemed to be flickering out. The empty halls and silent rooms began echoing with loneliness as the days turned into weeks, when they would barely make an effort. His fiancé had become a stranger. Feeling trapped and unfulfilled, I found solace in online communities like "breeding.zone" where he would anonymously browse through posts, getting lost, I then stumbled across Sniffies. The fantasy and escape they provided was a welcome distraction from his troubles - and suddenly he had an anon profile. One particular thread caught his eye - the hottest posts section where users shared explicit stories and experiences, he couldn't help but indulge. The anonymity was liberating. It was hot to hear guys collecting multiple loads, he couldn’t imagine taking unknown dicks without seeing them. Heck, when he was 20 if they were 21+ he’d have ignored them and asked for pictures to prove they were real; now he was messaging men aged 40 with no stats who had hung dicks, tats and out of shape. As days passed by he started hosting on platforms like "sniffies", meeting new faces in the shadows. Each fleeting encounter provided a rush but never seemed to fill - he retold the same stories briefly, didn’t really need small talk. The guys were happy, a toned jock blindfolded droooling from poppers and pushing back on the edge of the bed. The loads came in thick and fast, after the first day he struggled to go the bathroom for a few days with how fucked up his ass was; not as though there wasn’t signs his fiancé ; if only noticed the dollop of cum stained into the carpet were on the edge of the bed he’d taken multiple loads.

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Wow, glad someone brought this one back because I think I missed it the first time... And even if not, I sure enjoyed reading it now!

Chapter 12: Hunger Pains, Hidden Truths Trevor and Elias’ apartment. Front room. 10:00 MST. 31-Oct-20XX “Oh my god… for the last time, use a goddamn fork, Toby,” Trevor said with irritation, handing one to Tex. “Didn’t your mother teach you to not eat with your hands?” “Sure, right after your dad taught me how to scratch myself.” Tex ignored the fork, and continued picking up bits of scrambled egg with his fingers and guiding the pieces toward his mouth. Trevor gave him up for a lost cause, and loudly let the fork clang on the coffee table. Elias came in at just that moment, and hearing it drop, covered his ears with his hands. The clanging cutlery and the sounds of his husband and brother-in-law bickering like teenagers gave him a massive headache as if he'd been out drinking all night. “Guys! Please! I can hear you in the next room,” Elias complained. “Keep it to a dull roar.” “There’s still some bacon left in the kitchen, babe. Help yourself. That is, if Toby hasn’t eaten it all like the barnyard animal he is.” Two seconds later, a dry corner of toast and crust came flying at his face, thrown by Tex. “Is this all the food you cooked?” Tex asked. Trevor shot him a dirty look. “If you can’t keep it on your plate and off my floor, you obviously have had enough to eat.” “All right, guys, I’m serious!” Elias nearly shouted. “Give it a rest.” Both brothers stopped and stared at Elias, surprised at the sudden outburst. “Um… Look who’s feeling better!” Tex opened his mouth and showed Elias some bits of chewed-up egg on his tongue. Elias let out an exasperated sigh, and walked into the kitchen, before muttering, “Why am I even friends with you?” He found a few strips of stiff, cold bacon drying on a small stack of paper towels atop a small plate. Taking it all, he put it on a separate plate and walked it over to the stove, adding the remainder of the cooling scramble to the plate. Looking around, he found the thing he wanted more than food. Trevor had set out Elias’s favorite mug right in front of the coffee machine. Elias poured a healthy amount into the mug, added three slices of toasted bread to the plate, and returned to the front room with his breakfast. As he returned, he noticed the television was on, and a commercial for a feminine product was showing, thankfully at a low volume. It was Trevor’s habit to turn on the local morning news, but never really watch it. Elias tried to break him of the routine, but without success. The bantering between the twins had quieted, and Elias was appreciative of the lull in their brotherly battle. Elias sat in his usual spot on the couch, and placed his plate on the coffee table. Taking a grateful swig of the coffee, he found it tasted better than anything right now. The caffeine rushed through him, sharpening his focus. “Got your coffee, sweetie?” Trevor said, flopping down beside Elias and leaning against him. “Yeah, I need this now, especially after last night,” Elias said with relief. “We had quite the adventure,” Tex said cautiously. “But, um… I don’t think we ought to share the details with civilians…?” He gave Elias a pointed, raised-eyebrow look, a familiar signal to keep military actions confidential. Trevor raised both his hands. “Yeah, yeah… I know the drill, guys. I don’t want to know, and I don’t want to have to deny anything. That’s between you.” Then he planted a quick kiss on Elias’s cheek. “Still love ya, babe.” “Love you, too,” Elias said with a mouthful of eggs. Turning to Tex, Trevor sarcastically said, “So gross. Married a real romantic, didn’t I. Am I the only one with any manners here?” Elias and Tex didn’t answer, but continued eating. The news program came back on. “Continuing with the top stories of the morning, we’re back with breaking news out of the Sterling Heights area,” a cheerful woman began. “We take you live now to the Helixion Genetics campus, where a press briefing is ongoing.” At the sound of ‘Helixion Genetics’, Elias damn near choked on his coffee. Tex rushed forward and grabbed the TV remote, and turned the volume up. He and Elias exchanged worried glances, but said nothing. Trevor looked at his brother with slight concern at the sudden movements. On screen was a rather nervous-looking man in an ill-fitting suit, standing next to and occasionally glancing at a much larger man. He repeatedly tugged at his tie as though the offending piece of clothing was choking him. The other man had an almost military air about him, his face flat and unyielding as he looked out at the small group of reporters. Elias would bet almost anything it was likely General Krell. “... a lab animal escaped from the facility last night, and was struck by a passing motorist,” the Helixion representative said in an even voice. “There is no cause for alarm, the animal has been recaptured, and the site has been quarantined for observation. We will do everything we can to keep the public safe, but access to the facility is restricted, and no one without authorization should approach the site.” Tex silently mouthed, “A lab animal?” to Elias, who didn't reply verbally but only looked at his plate as memories of the smilers danced across his vision. A sinking feeling grew in the pit of his stomach. “General! General Krell, Amanda Preston, KZRM News 9. Can you confirm if the animal poses any risk to the general public? Witnesses state that it appeared to be infected.” The camera panned first to a smartly dressed brown-haired woman, holding out a large microphone towards the General, before it panned back to General Krell, zooming in slightly. “There is absolutely no cause for concern,” the General said, smiling intensely and giving a stern look to the man next to him before continuing. “The animal in question was recovered and all testing is being performed. We can confirm, however, that all testing has so far shown negative and no testing occurs at the facility that can harm humans in any way. Any other questions?” Another reporter stepped forward, wearing a polo shirt and khaki pants. “Mike Pollimero, KTVK News 48. Sir, how did the animal even escape?” The General looked slightly perturbed before clearing his throat. “A careless employee accidentally left a door open earlier this morning and it escaped from a secure area in one of our labs. Thankfully, nobody was injured in the process. An internal audit will be performed and we will be happy to share the results with everyone once we have them. We have a lot to do, so I think we will have to cut this briefing short. Thank you everyone.” The news anchor reappeared at her desk, her face devoid of emotion, and resumed speaking. “We’ll return to this story as more details come in. Drivers on I-276 are advised to use alternate routes and avoid the surrounding area. We now go to Jim, over in the weather center for the 10 day forecast, Jim?” Trevor pointed at the screen. “Ah... That’s why it took me so long to get home. Traffic was a real mess. I guess now we know why.” Elias continued chewing, never taking his eyes off the plate, trying to come up with an explanation he didn’t really need. Tex was silently transfixed on the screen, flipping through several channels in search of more information, before finally stopping on a small news blurb about the lab. “- lead geneticist, Dr. Clark Grant’s lawsuit with the employer. Comments from Dr. Grant and Helixion about the continuing lawsuit weren’t answered at the time of writing the story.” “I know that guy! Clark! Sweetest guy ever.” He turned to Elias, who still hadn’t looked up. “Remember? We went to that funeral a few months back? I was his husband’s Infectious Disease doctor. So awful what happened.” Elias swallowed hard before speaking. “I don’t… wait… I remember.” Then a flash of recognition. “Oh… Shit! You remember that guy that showed up wasted, and they had to cart him out? He damn near ruined the whole ceremony with his—oh god—" Elias shuddered hard as the connection, which had eluded him less than a day ago, finally clicked: "Jack. The CEO’s son, Jack.” Tex turned his head slightly, his mouth forming an O shape. “You don’t mean… No way…” “What?” Trevor asked. “What about Jack Blaine? I mean… I’ve heard things, but…” Tex considered what he was about to say. Elias closed his eyes, and softly sighed. “I should have known. I should have known it was him.” “What is it?” Trevor asked with alarm. “We…” Tex began but trailed off before he could continue, unsure whether he should discuss this with non-military personnel. “Okay, but swear on our mother’s life that you won’t repeat this!” Trevor nodded, silently acquiescing. “We ran into Jack last night. At Helixion.” “What do you mean you ran into him at Helixion? You guys were on a mission last night, weren’t you?” Trevor asked, a confused look on his face. Elias reopened his eyes, and turned them toward Tex. After a deep breath, he slowly said, “I think we better tell him everything.” —----- Trevor was quiet for a long time after Elias and Tex told him the whole story. He rose without a word, and went to the window, just staring out. Then he turned around suddenly and faced them both. “I swear, I really want to beat the stupid out of you both. You’re both lucky you weren’t killed,” he finally said. “And Jack just took off?” “Yep. Ran right toward the smilers,” Tex said flatly. “And then right past them, too.” “That’s when we lost Commander Briggs,” Elias said darkly. “He put a dart in one of them, but it just bounced off, like the creature was made of stone. Then it flung him across the room. We got the door open, and the fucker scratched my arm. Hurt like a bitch.” “He ordered us to go, so we did. We got it closed again, and made a run for it. I twisted my ankle on the way out. Had to hobble for a while and take a cab to get back here,” Tex concluded. “Which reminds me…” He took out his mobile phone, and began a quick search for the cab company. “I owe that driver a tip for last night.” “The thing that surprises me is that they’re trying to cover this all up. I know Clark, he’d be the first to blow a whistle on all this,” Trevor said, shaking his head. “I mean, he’s like a damn saint. You should have seen him with his boyfriend at the end.” Elias didn’t feel any better after sharing this wild tale with his husband. He looked at Tex with worry. “So what are we going to do?” Trevor closed the distance between them. “I have an idea. Toby, see if you can get into the mainframe of your operation. They don’t know you weren’t there, so if you,” pointing at Elias, “log in and mark him down as absent for some medical reason. If I remember correctly, the same company that makes our EHR makes your operations software. So, you should be able to backdate it so no one else knows. Meanwhile, Elias, let me look at the scratch. And don’t you dare be a baby about it.” Elias quickly sat down. He knew that when Trevor gave an order regarding something medical, he was quite serious about compliance and didn’t need the same shit he gets from other adult patients. The fact he was using his first name without any emotion further drove the point home. Elias rolled up his shirt sleeve, knowing full well that Trevor would find only a healed scar. Tex went out of the room to give them privacy and to properly compensate the taxi driver. Trevor came in close to inspect the scratch. He said nothing while he looked over the entire arm, puzzled. “I can’t find it. All I see is this thin white strip you didn’t have before. You’re sure it was this arm?” “Positive,” Elias answered confidently. “Look at my torn jacket. It’s definitely this arm.” Trevor didn’t believe him. “Hmm. I mean, it must have been a glancing blow.” He pulled the shirt sleeve back down. “But I don’t see anything to treat here.” Then he looked into Elias’s face before giving a slightly relieved smile. “Looks like you’ve been working out, too. Remind me to frisk you later.” “You got it, babe,” Elias answered quietly, quietly sniffing the air. He then noticed that Trevor smelled different, but he couldn’t quite understand the change in scent. I should be smelling only his body wash, not antiseptic and hospital. Odd. Tex reentered, and closed his phone. “Cabbie’s all paid. Now let’s get into that database.” Trevor stood and picked up the laptop in both hands, and walked it over to the dining room table. Pulling out a chair, Tex seated himself, and Elias next to him while Trevor stood looking over his shoulder. While it booted up, Elias went into the kitchen for another mug of coffee and to return his plate to the sink. At the splash page for the military website, Tex exchanged a glance with Elias, and then turned to Trevor. “I know you’re helping us, but… this is classified stuff. You know I can’t let you see this.” Trevor stood to his full height, unoffended, and walked away from the table without a word. Tex returned to the computer, and began typing in passcodes and clearances. After a minute, Tex said, “You can come back now, little bro.” Trevor returned to the table as if nothing happened. Elias could swear he was hearing the heartbeat of his lover, and found he could not take his eyes off him. The stare was more of a desire to mate than one of pure love. In his mind, he was undressing Trevor while Tex’s back was turned, eager to show him a few new tricks. He was snapped back to the moment when Tex repeated, “Eli, you’ll have to log in here. If I do it, the system will record my virtual entry.” Elias nodded twice, and took the laptop from Tex. After a few keystrokes, he was in. Scanning the ledger for the Black Sigma roster, Elias quickly found what was wanted. “All right, here’s the list of assigned soldiers for last night’s mission. Scroll, scroll, scroll… And here you are. I’ll just mark that as absent for medical reasons… backdate it for three days ago… And… presto! All done.” He turned to Tex triumphantly. “You were never there, my friend.” Tex chucked darkly, the laugh not reaching his face. “I wish it were that easy to erase the memory of it.” Elias returned to the screen. “I know what you mean.” Looking to dispel the gloomy mood, Trevor continued outlining his plan. “Okay, now reassign him to the DARPA crew.” With a few clicks and keystrokes, Elias completed this task. “I’m thinking that, while you’re there, you can find out what’s going on, what they were doing in Helixion, and whether your comrades are still alive. Having an inside man will give us an edge, help us figure out what we’re dealing with, and whether there’s any danger to the outside world.” Tex nodded, saying nothing. And he just came up with this in a flash. Way to go, bro. “While we’ve got it turned on, let’s look at the Helixion website. See if I can get a clearer picture of the scene.” Elias typed hurriedly, and after a minute or two, the Helixion website displayed on the laptop. “Let’s have a look at the personnel of the facility. Maybe we’ll recognize some faces.” Before long, the three of them were reading the professional biography of Dr. Clark Grant. But all the other employees - at least the higher-up employees - had pictures and awkwardly smiling pictures. They all looked so corporate. Dr. Grant’s was the only one missing; in fact, it looked like it had been removed forcibly. In its place, a solid black bar reading ‘pending internal review’ was in its place. —------ Hours later… “OK, let’s review the plan: Toby will return to the lab, and be reassigned to the quarantine crew. I’ll do what I can with the information. Text me on the burner phone you’ll be getting when you can.” “Got it.” “And Elias, I think it would be a good idea to go see Dr. Grant. I know where he lives, and I’ll write his address down for you. It’s not too far from my work if memory serves me right. He might be able or willing to fill in the blanks for you.” Trevor stifled a yawn. “There is more going on than you were told, without a doubt. And if he has any answers, he’ll definitely be willing to help us. They cannot get away with it.” “They won’t,” Elias agreed. “And besides, we still have to rescue Zero.” Upon saying this, his mind suddenly connected to an external source. He could account for each of his missing teammates except for Zero. All of them were taken by the smilers, and he knew each one was fine. Changed, but still alive. Shit. Zero. They must have killed him. His eyes began to tear up at the thought of his comrade sacrificing himself to ensure Elias and Tex escaping, and he turned away. Trevor put a consoling hand on Elias’s shoulder, saying nothing. Tex let out a loud breath. “Whew. All right, it’s a good plan. Let’s get to it!” Tex stood from the chair, and collected what personal items were around the front room. Elias tried to take a few quiet calming breaths, and noticed he was getting hard again while Trevor soothed him by rubbing his shoulders. “Toby, take it easy on that ankle,” Trevor cautioned. “I’ll call you if I need anything,” Tex said. “Thanks, guys. Be safe.” Tex went out the door quickly. “Hey! Can you at least pick up your dishes?” Trevor called after him. —----------- Trevor wrote an address on the notepad, and tore it off loudly, its sharpness harsh on Elias’s ears. He handed it to Elias, saying, “Here you go. That’s his name, address, and phone number. Take my car, and keep a low profile otherwise.” Elias pocketed the paper, and then suddenly planted a hard wet kiss on Trevor, who reacted with surprise. “Hey! Mmm.. Hey, take it easy.” Elias pulled back a little. “Your brother is gone now, so we have the place to ourselves,” he said seductively. “How about we have a little fun before I go?” Elias grinned amorously. “Babe, as much as I love how clingy you are suddenly, I need to get a little sleep before work tonight, and you have investigating to do,” Trevor said, smiling as he looked Elias in the face. Trevor started to pull away from Elias to go to the bedroom, but Elias wouldn’t let go of his hand. His grip was stronger than Trevor remembered, and found himself a little flummoxed when he couldn’t move beyond an arm’s length. “What, baby? What is it?” he enquired with curiosity. Do it. If he wants answers, he can get an up close and personal experience, the voice whispered. Elias paused for only a half a second, unnerved. This time, Elias didn’t fight against it. “I’m going to fuck you right here on this table.” Elias pushed Trevor down on the glass tabletop, and tried to kiss him again. “Right… Hey, hey, not here, babe. We EAT at this table,” Trevor objected. Seizing the shorts in both hands, Elias yanked them down and pinned Trevor against the table. “Damn straight we do!” He raised Trevor up on the tabletop, pushed his legs over his head, and began licking Trevor’s hole with his tongue. Although they had experimented with rimming before, Trevor wasn’t really into it, but this time it was different. “Babe, seriously, I don’t want to have to take another shower because I’m covered in crumbs from you and To….. oh god… Eli…” His eyes began to roll back in his head as a wave of dopamine rushed through him, stirring a passion and hunger long forgotten. Elias’s tongue breached the soft tissue with a frenzy he had never felt before. Eating his husband’s hole out like he hadn’t tasted him before became a ravenous, frenetic energy. Trevor moaned, and began to reconsider his aversion to the activity. Then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. Elias had again caught a whiff of the chemical smell coming off Trevor, and he suddenly stopped and pulled back, retching. Trevor lowered his feet to the floor, curious what stopped their fun. “Okay, that’s the second time you’ve done that this morning, and I know for a fact I’m clean down there,” Trevor said with alarm. “Tell me right now. I know something is up, and you’re not acting normal. What the fuck is going on with you?” Elias rushed to the kitchen sink, and began another round of dry heaving. Between breaths, he began to say, “I’m sorry… darling… something you’re wearing is making me feel nauseous. Did you change soap or something? I…” Elias had to fight back another dry hurl, his words almost guttural as he choked up phlegm and bile. “I... keep smelling something chemical… like a hospital.” Elias finally was able to clear his throat, going over to the sink and spitting out a large glob of saliva. Trevor smelled under his arms, but got only the scent of soap and deodorant. “I don’t smell anything like a hospital.” Elias gave another heave into the sink, and then began to run the tap. “Babe, you’re scaring me. I think I need to take you to the clinic, get you looked at. I can just crash in the on-call room in the clinic.” “What about Dr. Grant?” “He can wait. He’ll still be there later. Hopefully. But YOU are my utmost priority right now.” Trevor pulled the shorts back up, and promptly went to the bedroom for his keys and wallet, as well as a clean pair of scrubs and his hospital badge. Elias pushed himself up from the sink with both hands, turned off the water, and just stared into the backsplash. He turned about, and going through the dining room, he spotted the wall mirror. He went over to it and examined himself in the reflection. “What am I doing? Who am I? What the fuck is wrong with me?” he asked his reflection. He observed that his face seemed somehow foreign to him, and he leaned in for a closer look. It was then he noticed that his teeth had a different shape. It was barely noticeable, but recent dental work kept him aware of what his mouth looked like. And then he saw something entirely new. The teeth had grown longer by a fraction of an inch. Reaching up a shaking hand, he pressed the tip of his index finger, pulling back suddenly as he felt the sharpness of the point of his incisor.

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I made my way to the door and knocked, a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. Almost immediately, the door opened and there was Tim, standing confidently in nothing but his briefs again. "Hey boy, glad you made it. I'm excited for another go at that ass!" He turned me around and hugged me tightly from behind, I could feel his dick pressed against me through the fabric and it did nothing to hide his arousal. I licked my lips, shuffled awkwardly into the house, and started to make myself comfortable. Tim offered me a drink and I gladly accepted, hoping it would loosen me up a bit to enjoy the experience more. Tim came back with a glass and while I drank it down, he didn't waste any time, starting to grope me and pull at my clothing. My body responded instantly and I set down the empty glass and helped him pull the rest off of me until I was naked. Tim looked me up and down and growled, "Mmmm, good boy. Get over here." He pulled me in and started kissing me aggressively, exploring my mouth with his tongue and grabbing my ass. It was exciting and I kissed him back, trying to give as good as I was getting. The passion was building between us and Tim got progressively more handsy as the minutes went by. Eventually, he pulled away and looked me over again. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and started slowly walking me down the dark hallway to a different room than last time. "I thought we'd change things up this time, hope for better results," he said as he opened the door and led me inside. The room wasn't very big, but what it lacked in size it made up in ambience. A soft red glow lit up the space and I smelled that same scent I had gotten from the wet spot in my underwear after he came inside me. It overwhelmed my senses and I felt a rush of horniness from my toes up through the top of my head as the memory of our first encounter played through my mind. I sagged a little and let out an involuntary moan. The rest of the room was sparse, but I noticed some drawers in a corner with various small bottles on top, some of which I recognized as lube. In the middle of the room was a sling. I had seen enough porn to know what it was but I had never been in one before. My heart jumped with excitement as I imagined myself in place of some of the bottoms I'd seen online. "This is my special room, hasn't let me down yet. I think you're really going to enjoy yourself here." Tim led me over the sling and helped me into it, lifting my legs into the stirrups so that my hole was exposed. He took a second to bend down and blow lightly on my hole, which clenched automatically at the sensation. With a quick chuckle, Tim turned and started rifling through the drawers while I got settled. I laid back and took stock of my surroundings, noticing a mirror on the ceiling above me. Tim had turned back around and I could see him taking off his briefs in the mirror, his monster of a cock springing out once the fabric was out of the way and just barely brushing against my ass. A shiver went through me and I tried to adjust my position to get closer to him. "Hehe, hungry tonight eh?" Tim chuckled. "Let's make sure you get what you came for." He reached behind him in one of the drawers, his arm out of sight. "Sometimes I can get a little rough and accidentally push guys back in the sling, these will help you stay put." In a flash, he quickly wrapped my ankles with some restraints and attached them to the sling. Startled, I started to try and sit up, but he gave the sling a strong push that caused me to lose my balance and fall backwards. He gestured in my direction and said, "See? Now I can really open you up without you falling out the back." "I don't know about this," I mumbled, feeling some anxiety building despite his efforts to calm me down. Things were moving very quickly and now I wasn't sure I was ready for this kind of play. "It's not a big deal, it's just so you don't slide while we're fucking. I won't restrain your hands for now," he grinned. He stood directly in front of me, hands on his hips and his hard cock jutting straight out in front, pressed against my hole. My movements in the sling trying to sit up again made the tip drag slightly across my opening and I could feel a wetness that must have been precum. I was torn between fear and lust, still trying to hold myself up but not quite sure what to do. Tim just looked down at me, watching with a hungry expression while I tried to sort my thoughts. My abs and arms were starting to get tired from holding my torso up. "Well? What's it gonna be, boy?" Tim finally prompted. "You really want to stop now?" I leaned back, covering my face with my arm. "I don't know, it just feels like a lot." "You asked for this, boy. You reached out to me, remember?" he scolded me, but he still didn't move. I felt bad. He was right, I had initiated all of this and now I was giving him blue-balls just because I got nervous? I moved my arm and looked up at him. There was a disappointment in his face that made me feel even more guilty than before. How would I have reacted if I was in his position? I would have been upset too, it wasn't really fair of me. "Ok, sorry. It's ok, It's just a lot of firsts all at once. I'm overreacting," I apologized. Tim's disappointment immediately melted away and was replaced by a big grin. "Good boy! I knew you'd come around, but be ready - once I start, I'm not stopping until you take my load. Especially now... last chance to back out." He rocked his hips and his dick poked at my hole, the precum letting the tip start to open me up, just a little... "Yeah, ok... let's do it," I agreed and reached up to grab the chains and brace myself. Tim leaned over me and kissed me hard again. "That's good, boy. Here, take a long inhale of this, it'll help with the first push." He reached behind him and grabbed one of the bottles, opening it and holding it under my nose. "What is it?" I asked, it smelled like the nail polish remover my sister used. "This is poppers. It'll help your hole relax and open you up faster. It feels good," Another new thing... but I had already agreed so I put my doubts aside and took a deep breath when he held the bottle under my nose. A couple seconds later I felt a warm rush and tingles through my entire body. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, enjoying the feeling. Tim saw me react and said, "Perfect, now deep breath, boy - here it comes." He grabbed the sling and started to push. The poppers did their job and my hole relaxed despite the intrusion and soon, and I had a perfect view of his dick in the mirror overhead as my hole opened up for him and he slipped further and further inside me. "Oh..my..god," I breathed heavily and my body started shaking from all the sensations. I had forgotten how big he was and it felt like he was splitting me open, but my body was somehow managing to take him in. I was having trouble sorting through what was pain and what was pleasure, focused on the feeling of my pulse in my hole, gripping his cock with each beat. "Fuck yeah, that feels amazing," Tim kept pushing slowly and steadily into me. I couldn't believe he was still going, it already felt like he was so deep. "Almost there, another big push coming," he reminded me. I jolted a little at the memory, remembering the crazy sensation of his last inch just as he met the resistance in my hole. I felt the intense pressure and pushed slightly against it, and with one final shift of the hips, Tim's cock forced its way through and deep inside me. "Oh yeah, that's the spot. I fuckin love this hole, you're gonna be my good boy forever, right?" Tim started rocking, each thrust pushing that deep spot over and over. I was still reeling from the aftereffects of the poppers, and I writhed in the sling, trying to savor every sensation. Tim didn't let up at all, and soon I was overcome by the power of his fucking. He pushed deep into me with each thrust, pulling out just enough each time that I felt every inch of him over and over and over. Soon, his breathing turned ragged and his thrusts more urgent. I could tell he was getting close. "Here comes number one!" He almost shouted as he pressed against me, leaning hard against the sling until he was almost hanging off me by his dick, and with one final push I could feel the hot pulsing of his cock as his cum flowed into me. A deep satisfaction started to fill my brain and I knew, this is what I had been looking for... and now I wanted, no...needed, more. My cock leaked a steady stream of precum as he started to pump in and out again, riding out the end of his intense orgasm. Tim collapsed on my chest and kissed me deeply, his dick still hard inside me. "That was so good, I couldn't hold off any longer. Give me a sec and we'll go for round two." We stayed like that for a few minutes, and his cock never softened. I could feel his desire radiating through my hold, making my whole body tingle as it reciprocated what I felt from him. Slowly, he stood back up and started slowly pumping again. The feeling was different now, easier with the additional lubrication of his first load inside me. "Fuck... yes, feels so good!" I moaned. Tim settled into a nice rhythm and before long, I was fully enjoying the ride again. The sling made it so that he went deep with every stroke. I watched his face while he fucked me, and could tell he was trying to make it last. As time passed, Tim started to get more aggressive and more verbal. "This fuckin hole, I could breed you for days." "You feel so good, I love being balls deep in you." "Yeah, getting nice and loose, I love a sloppy hole that doesn't fight me." "Gonna knock you up good, boy." I could understand what he had said about the ankle restraints, some of the thrusts were definitely pushing me hard. I struggled to accommodate his massive cock inside me - it was definitely stretching me out and pushing me to my limit. But Tim's running commentary helped keep me horny and distracted. We kept it up like that for a while before Tim said, "Yeah... You're gonna take my poz load deep in your hole, boy" He was starting to speed up, "I'm almost there, definitely gonna give you my HIV this time!" Every muscle in my body tensed. The pleasure I had been feeling stopped instantly and my stomach dropped as his words registered. "Wha..what do you mean? Stop, stop please." Wide-eyed, I started to try and sit up again, pushing against his stomach, but I couldn't get any leverage in the sling. Plus, it was hard to balance with him still thrusting into me. I tried to pull away but my legs were strapped in, and every time I tried to sit up or reach him, Tim simply pushed me back down and gave my ass a firm thrust in punishment. My hole clenched in fear. "Oh fuck, you're squeezing my dick so hard. Milking that load out, huh boy? Here it comes!" He laughed, and with a final thrust he pushed as deep as he could into me again. I shouted out and tried to move, but I felt a hot sensation deep in my ass and knew it was too late. His cock gave several strong twitches and my hole reacted instinctively, clenching and relaxing which only seemed to draw everything further inside me. Not only that, but my brain started to get fuzzy and everything seemed to slow down. I couldn't explain it, but it was like my body was working against me. I started to tear up and covered my face with my arm so he wouldn't see. "Good boy, just let it happen. Nice... that's right, get every drop," Tim continued talking to me as if he hadn't just forced me to take his load. He reached behind him and I heard him rummaging through the drawer behind him without removing his cock from my ass. I moved my arm to see what he was doing just in time for him to grab it, slap on a cuff, and secure it to the chain nearby. It was clearly a practiced move, something he had done over and over. I started swinging my free hand wildly, trying desperately to maintain some sort of freedom, but it was a losing battle. Once all my limbs were restrained, Tim finally pulled out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling that didn't give me the relief I thought it should... "There we go, now we can really relax and make sure it takes this time," Tim turned and started looking in the drawer again, eventually turning back with a large butt plug in hand. He spit on it and pushed it into me, and I grunted as it locked into place. "Can't have you wasting my cum now can we?" He laughed again. "Why are you doing this? I don't understand... please let me go." I was shaken, but somehow my own cock was rock hard. I needed to get out of there and figure out what to do next. "Oh come on, you knew exactly what was going on. I told you last time I was breeding you with a toxic load. If that's not what you wanted, why did you contact me? You seemed pretty into it for the first load." I searched my memory and he was right, those were the words he had used the first time. I had taken two HIV positive loads from him already! But as far as I knew, nothing had happened that first time. I must have been lucky... I didn't know how to respond so I stayed quiet. I could feel my pulse on the plug in my ass, and my cock still hadn't gone down. What was wrong with me? "But this time, we'll make sure it takes," Tim said casually. "Always fun finding naive neg boys like you. Thought I got you last time, but my viral load is higher now. The process is already started, and with those big loads, you've got a good dose of my DNA in you already. Your cock knows what's up, you're gonna love it. Once you're poz, you'll be free to take as many loads as you want. We'll make you a proper cumdump soon enough." I was horrified. Was it really too late? I didn't know much about how HIV worked except that this is exactly why I was supposed to use condoms... "Yeah, can't wait to own this hole forever," Tim jiggled the plug in my hole, which caused a glob of precum to leak out of me. He wiped the precum from my cock and licked his finger. "Mmm, love tasting a boy's last neg cum. We'll make sure and get all of it out soon so you can start making the real stuff." He gave me an evil grin and turned around to the drawers again. "You know, no matter who fucks you after today, you'll always have me inside you, boy." When he turned back, he was holding some black straps which he wrapped around my ass. I could feel pressure on the plug and realized the straps were holding it very firmly in place. "This will make sure the plug stays in. I'm gonna take a break and have a drink. You can sit here for a bit and let that settle." I hadn't even thought to push it out... that probably would have been a good idea. Tim walked out of the room and I was left with my thoughts. Alone, I struggled to free one of my arms, but I was stuck. There was really nothing I could do but wait. My heart was racing and I tried to calm myself down. "He can't keep me here forever, I'll get medical help as soon as I get out of here," I thought. But a small part of me started to argue, "he must have been HIV positive for a while and he seems healthy enough. Is it really that bad?" My cock throbbed. It was a dangerous thought. For some amount of time, I fought with myself. I was scared of what the future would be like, and what people would say, but my dick had stubbornly refused to go down ever since he came inside me. And I did still love the feeling of bare sex... maybe it was better like this? No. This was wrong, and besides, it wasn't fair for him to make the decision for me. But did he really? I knew it had been risky to bareback with a stranger. I could have deleted Jake's message and stuck to what I knew. But that would have meant that most of my sex would be with condoms, which sounded awful. What he did to me was unforgiveable and evil. But, Tim did give me a couple chances to back out, and I stuck around... It was probably my own fault for not learning more about the dangers before I really dove into this life. Eventually I came to the conclusion that there was no use in assigning blame right then. Tim was probably right, and it was done already if his viral load was really so high. At this point I may as well try to cooperate and at least enjoy some of it. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on what felt good instead. I discovered that if I tried to push out the plug, relaxing my ass afterwards would let the straps push it back into me with a satisfying thump which felt great. I closed my eyes and kept that up for a bit, starting to get into it when Tim walked back in the room. "Oh, that looks fun. Let me help." He removed the straps and pulled the plug, just enough to give my hole a good stretch, before pushing it back in - only he pushed at an angle I couldn't achieve on my own. It must have been a direct hit on my prostate because my cock gave a huge twitch and a massive glob of precum escaped. He eagerly bent down and licked my shaft, then took the entire thing into his mouth. It felt amazing. I'm not usually into receiving oral, but the sensation of his tongue along with the plug was working for me and I started to feel my own orgasm building. I tried pushing my hips upwards to finish when Tim pulled away, stopping me just short of cumming. "Oh no you don't!" He scolded me. "It looks like you're ready for another round." I was panting with lust and thrusting my hips, but it didn't get me anywhere. "You want more of my dirty poz cum, boy? That's the only way I'm gonna let you cum." Tim teased me. I closed my eyes, partly from not wanting to look at him, and partly to try and hide just how turned on I was. Tim came around and knelt down so that his head was level with mine. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "It's ok to want it. Giving in is easier and way more fun. Just think about how good it will feel to take loads like mine all the time without worrying. You want that don't you?" He started lightly caressing my chest, pinching one of my nipples as his hand made its way down my body. "Tell me what you want." I was lost in the sensations - the plug in my ass, his hands on my body, his breath in my ear...and I could have sworn I could still feel heat from his load deep in my gut. I shuddered as his hand touched my cock and my resistance started to break. "I want you to fuck me again." "That's not it, boy. What do you want?" He persisted. "I want another load in my ass," I was still holding on. "Come on, just say it. You know you want to." He touched the tip of my cock and dragged his finger lightly all the way down the shaft, slick with my leaking precum. I turned my head to face him and looked deep in his eyes. The look on his face was pure desire, it was intoxicating and drew me in. This man was all power and sex, and I realized I really did want more. I wanted more of him, and everything he was. I leaned into him with a kiss and whispered, "please... please poz me." Tim smiled. "I knew you wanted it deep down the first time we met. This is the life you want, I'm gonna own that ass tonight." He walked back to my ass, and without any more preamble, he shoved his full length inside me. I cried out, but this time it was in desire instead of fear or pain, and when he finally came inside me again, my own cock exploded, ridding itself of the last of my neg cum and my old life. He gave me 3 more loads that night before he undid the restraints. By that point, I was completely broken. I was his. I fell asleep with the plug in my ass and Tim holding me in his arms. He said I should stay for the long weekend to make sure we passed any chance of medical intervention. I didn't resist, I begged him to fill me again and again. Even after the weekend, I spent most evenings with him taking as many of his loads as I could. And a couple weeks later, I woke up to the worst flu I had ever experienced - Tim by my side, grinning before pushing into me again.

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Great start. I'm betting a couple guys are going to get pozzed this weekend

So tonight I go ton Sniffies determined to get laid. It had been a few months and being in a new town I had no regular buddies to call upon. I ended up driving out into the country to a guys house. He wouldn’t allow me in his house. He told me whores don’t deserve the comforts. He took me to a shed out back and had me undress. He ordered me on my knees and I worshiped his cock with my mouth. When he had enough of that he threw me down on the floor of the shed, fuuled me with poppers, spit in my hole and shoved his cock in me. For over an hour he fucked me, degraded me, spit on me, slapped me around, and treated me like I have longed to be treated. I was just an object to him. A fuck toy with two holes for his pleasure and nothing more. He breed me and had me clean his cock off so I could taste our sex. After I got hard again he pinned me down and punished me with each moan. I tried to obey but he set off the pleasure in me . Right before he came a second time he pulled out and painted my face with his wonderful seed. As I was cleaning his cum off my face and feeding it to myself, he yanked me up, told me to grab my clothes, and hauled to the the street naked and used. He had his way and I served my purpose. I have never felt so a peace with who I was as I stood there naked in the night, still oozing off cum, roughed up, and happy. For once again, I knew this was what I was meant to be.

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I hope this is going where I think it’s going 🤤

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