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**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 2 Dr Matthew froze for a few moments. This must have been the guy who loaded him full of poz cum a few years prior. He remembered every detail and almost nightly, for over 7 years, has played it back in his head before falling asleep. For it was then, at night, tired from long days of preaching safe sex and PrEP use to his patients, that the encounter with the biohazard guy at the glory hole would puncture his steely resolve, and memories of Keith’s huge poz weapon penetrating and unloading pure HIV seed into Matthew’s hole. Of course, it had to be Keith who was on the other side of the partition, who else would have that license plate? He made up his mind, right then and there, not to hire the tall, hot nurse with the full beard and tufts of dark chest hair spilling over the top of his scrubs, his buff arms straining against the material. “No, don’t hire him,” he said to himself “no matter how good a nurse he might be,” he had convinced himself. Or so he thought. “Welcome to the practice”, he found himself saying to Keith 20 minutes later. Keith had handled himself well in the interview, answering all the questions and even strongly implied that he could bring in a following of new patients who would need HIV care, but not going into details about how and why they’d be newly poz patients. Dr. Matthew heard all of this on one level, but inside his mind he was replaying that quickie at the arcade with this gorgeous specimen of manhood who unbeknownst to Keith had planted his poz pole up Matthew’s ass and seeded him deeply with a huge load of toxic HIV cum. Dr Matthew struggled to keep his composure, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as his cock was responding in an unprofessional NSFW way. By every measure, Keith became a model employee and was quickly advanced to the Head Nurse position. To Dr. Matthew, he became indispensable. And sure enough, Keith would refer a lot of new patients to Dr. Matthew’s practice, all gay men and almost all newly pozzed. Most of them would get put on meds right away and be content with that. A few, however, deferred meds until “some point in the future,” as a lot of them would say. Dr. Matthew, being the open-minded doctor he had trained to be, and wanting to be responsive to his patients’ needs, listened carefully and would always advise guys to start meds, but if that wasn’t their wish, he would counsel them on how to stay healthy and not spread the virus. It went on like that for a couple of years, preaching meds, or safe sex and condoms and as soon as Dr. Matthew would finish up and leave the exam room, he’d head back to his office, close the door, and grab his expanding cock and jerk it furiously at the thought of poz guys loading him up with HIV. He knew in his head it was wrong, but his cock said otherwise. Eventually, he started noticing guys coming back for follow-up appointments with biohazard or scorpion tats on them, usually just above crotch level or prominently on one bicep or both. Even a few guys boldly had the words “HIV” or “AIDS” tattooed on them. Then, the dark Xs started making an appearance as tats on guys…and they began to proliferate on their subjects. Eric, a new patient Keith referred, even had 5 Xs branded across his abdomen. And fewer and fewer of his newly pozzed patients would start meds right away. He felt his education of his pozzed patients starting not to take hold with them and wondered what he could do or say differently. On the first day that new patient Randy came in, Dr. Matthew delivered his standard speech about meds and Randy said he’d get the Rx filled right away. Matthew watched as Randy left the building and threw away the pamphlets and the prescription in a trash can. Randy returned late on a Friday afternoon about 6 few months later for follow-up labs and he noticed 2 black Xs inked across his mid-section. Finally, he worked up the courage to ask: “Randy, if you don’t mind my asking, and you can tell me to MYOB, but what are the Xs meant to represent?” Randy, already a veteran poz father to over 20 men, spoke up and for the first time, proudly and unashamedly articulated the concept of The Ten to the young idealistic well-meaning doctor. “Each one stands for 10 guys I’ve helped into the brotherhood of HIV,” doc”, Randy explained. “Every 10th guy we poz, we get another X marked on us. There’s a whole brotherhood of guys pozzing chasers. It’s an incredibly powerful feeling knowing your HIV is gifted to someone else!” Dr. Matthew had suspected this was the case, as so many of Keith’s friends came in as new patients, all of them poz – some of them to go on meds, and some not. Still, the idea that there was an organized group of men doing this was way beyond what he could comprehend. His mind was reeling at the thought of Randy and Keith and all the other hot poz men he’s been treating. He hurried through the rest of the appointment, only pausing to look at and explain to Randy’s his viral load numbers and they were impressive…Still, Randy was in good health and professed no symptoms other than a greatly enhanced libido, for which he smiled at the thought. “Doc, since I went poz,” Randy explained “I’m thinking about breeding every hour of every day…if a day goes by where I don’t blow my poz load inside at least one dude, I’m an unhappy guy. Luckily, nearly every day I get to fuck at least one chaser…and I wouldn’t have it any other way, Doc!” This was the last appointment for the week, and he saw Randy to the door, then turned back to his office, the lab printouts still in his hand. The young idealistic doctor took the papers to his office, locking the door behind him and closing the shades on the window. He laid the papers on his desk, sitting in his big chair and quickly unbuttoned and lowered his pants. His cock was already rigid and as he looked at the results: Viral Load, CD4 count, and thinking of all the men in this burgeoning group called “The Ten,” rejoicing and spreading HIV at will…he could not control his cock or the thoughts racing in his head. He stood up and with a few final frantic tugs on his hard member, he blew his load over the papers, the neg load pooling right where the Randy’s HIV numbers were. He felt possessed by the thought of going POZ…he knew it was wrong on so many levels but once the idea imprinted itself in his brain, he couldn’t help it - he felt powerless to resist. He knew he was a medical professional with a reputation to uphold , so he decided that if he was going to indulge in bug-chasing, he would at least go out of town to do it, where no one he knew might see him. That’s why early Saturday morning, he was on the I-10 to Palm Springs. Atypically, traffic was mercifully light, and in a bit over 2 hours, the young doctor rolled up to the Cathedral City Men’s Club, a place he had heard about from Keith. A banner inside the entrance proclaimed “PIG WEEK 2025 .” He went into the office and there was one available room left. The desk clerk alerted him to the shower hose in the bathroom for prepping one’s hole, and told him where the “play areas” were on the grounds. One hour later, Dr. Matthew ventured over to the play area which was a black tented area, the entrance obscured by thick heavy curtains. He went in and let his eyes adjust from the bright desert sunshine to the dark environment. He was ready, he was going to take any and all loads that these Palm Springs guys had to offer. Finding an available sling in the corner, he settled in it, his feet in the stirrups and his near-virgin hole exposed. Did he know what he was doing or how to act in this place? Not entirely…but his hardening cock and twitching hole led him into the sling. He closed his eyes and waited. It wasn’t a long wait. Soon, a warm hand was fingering at his hole, then a warm tongue flicking and finding its way inside him. He moved with the motions of the guy rimming him and finally opening his eyes, saw the man positioning his hard raw cock at Matthew’s opening, forcing its way inside and settling in balls-deep inside the young idealistic doctor who knew in his head this was wrong but was powerless to stop it. The guy fucked him for awhile but then vacated his hole for another dude in a sling to the left. Dr. Matthew was briefly disappointed but within seconds a new guy took his place inside the young doctor’s hole. “Oh, it’s like a try-out all the merchandise for these guys,” he thought to himself as the second man withdrew and moved on and was soon replaced by a 3rd cock in his ass. And this went on for some time, until the very first man to penetrate him returned and resumed his fucking of Matthew…With his eyes acclimated to the dark, he made out the outline of a scorpion tat on the guys pec. This was a poz cock he was getting! The guy heaved and huffed and finally announced that he was going to breed the young doctor: “Take that dirty poz load you fucking whore!” he exclaimed as eight or nine shots of toxic semen got blasted inside Matthew’s guts. A few of the top men gathered around, Matthew recognizing the 2nd guy from earlier who said to the breeder as his load was delivered into Matthew’s butt: “Nice, Frankie, get that unmedicated seed up in the little bitch,” and with that Frankie pulled out and the second man went back inside the doctor “I’m gonna blow, take that poz cum, you little fucking slut!” This brought a few more men to cluster around the sling and soon enough Matthew had four, then five, then six poz loads up his hole. The men were relentless in their fucking…no sooner would they drop a viral load in the young doctor’s cunt would they move on to whoever was in the next sling and repeat the insemination there. Was it really like Randy and Keith said that the virus demands multiple breedings and wills it to be so? Medically speaking, he knew that didn’t really make sense, but here was contrary evidence as these poz unmedicated viral men repeatedly blew their dirty loads up Matthew’s ass, and also his sling neighbors. This went on for over 2 hours during which Matthew figured he’d taken at least 15 loads of viral cum from about 10 guys. The guy they called Frankie contributed 5 of those and from what Matthew could tell, Frankie spent a lot of time fucking the other guys in the room, but only would load up Matthew’s hole. “I wanna give my HIV babies a fighting chance up in that newby cunt of yours, kid,” Frankie said as his 5th load of HIV cum was blasted into Matthew’s hole “increase my odds that it’s my strain that’s infecting you into the brotherhood, pig!” Finally, Matthew’s blown-out hole had had enough and as the crowd of men had thinned out, the young idealistic doctor took himself out of the sling and, unsteadily at first, made his way to the exit. Frankie, spying him as he was leaving came up to him wielding a lucite buttplug. “Here, get this up that bug trap of yours, brother…let those AIDS-loads soak in, you don’t wanna lose any,” and he roughly bent Matthew forward and the plug found its way inside Matthew’s blown-out cunt with ease. Matthew retreated to his room, his mind abuzz with what he had done. He was so excited and keyed up that, finally falling onto the motel bed, his cock once again sprang to life, and shot a hands-free load of neg cum up into the air. “Was this my last neg load, or my first poz one,” he wondered to himself as he relaxed, plug in place holding all that HIV inside him. After a long nap with the plug inside him, Matthew started to feel hungry…he hadn’t eaten all day, so he took himself to a local bistro…his mind was still swirling at what he had done but his hole, wet with poz cumloads and stuffed with Frankie’s buttplug, felt sated. He was looking over the menu when he heard his name. “Matthew?” someone called. He looked up and there was his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli, from whom Matthew had bought the medical practice 2 years earlier. “What are you doing in P.S?” Martinelli asked, as Matthew motioned for his mentor to join him and Dan sat across from him. “Just a quick getaway,” the young doctor replied “I needed a little holiday…and what about you?” “Oh, as you know, I live here now…I’m meeting some friends for dinner, they’re in town for a…convention,” he said, “at the men’s club down the road. Oh, here they come now.” Matthew looked up from the menu and past his mentor Dr. Martinelli, to see none other than Frankie and 2 of the other poz men who just a couple of hours ago, blew their toxic cum up Matthew’s ass. Matthew thought to himself how retirement agreed with Dan Martinelli, with his salt-and-pepper hair and beard and his tall frame, with the same green eyes. He was rocking a hot body for a man in his 60s…thin but muscular in his sleeveless T and shorts. Frankie and company approached and greeted their friend Dan. “How do you know this little cumwhore, Dan?” Frankie asked, in his usual booming voice, to which Martinelli spun around and said to Frankie “Him? You mean Matthew?” “Fuck yes! We spent the afternoon loading up that little bitch with HIV, and he took 5 loads alone from me, and a lot more from these guys” Frankie announced, pointing to his friends. “Why, Matthew, a man of hidden talents,” Martinelli smirked at his young protégé. Frankie and his entourage moved over to their table, and Martinelli turned back to Matthew and said “I need to go join them, but when did you start chasing, Matthew?” “I guess you could say it started today in reality,” he replied “but it’s been building inside me for awhile.” Dr. Martinelli nodded in agreement:“Yeah, I spent my career trying to keep guys negative, but once I retired, I stopped my meds so I could pass the gift around, and I’ve never been happier.” and with that Dr. Martinelli lifted up his shirt and revealed several bio tats and a dark X tattooed on his furry midsection. “Got my 10th poz son just a couple of weeks ago. Such an incredible feeling to create poz sons with your strain!” With that, Martinelli joined his friends, greeting each of them with a deep kiss and laughing at the depravity of pozzing up guys at will and dropping HIV loads into the little idealistic doctor. As Matthew resumed looking at the menu, his phone buzzed: a text from Dr. Martinelli: “Hey, you want some more loads? I didn’t get to go to the Men’s Club earlier, but my cock is gonna burst if I don’t get some relief. Balls full of HIV babies for you, kid. Meet me in the parking lot…now!” Dr. Matthew and Dr. Dan Martinelli met 30 seconds later in the parking lot, Martinelli taking his protégé’s arm and leading him behind a dumpster. “Right here, in the open?” Matthew said as Dan was leading him by the elbow “don’t you think…” “I’m not asking permission, whore,” Dan interrupted. “We’re doing this right here and right now, my balls are gonna fucking explode. When you poz up, Matty, you’ll understand. It takes over your whole being, to breed and seed and replicate,” he said, loosening Matthew’s belt and dropping his pants. A hard push on Matthew’s back sent him leaning against the wall, and Dr. Dan unbuttoned his own jeans and spit on his raging boner. Removing the buttplug Frankie had shoved inside Matthew’s cunt, and with the benefit of the streetlamp above, Dr. Dan could see Matthew’s gaped hole glistening with AIDS-cum from Frankie and Co. The buttplug also glistened with the cumloads of so many men who fucked and bred the young doctor and Martinelli shoved it into Matthew’s mouth. “Taste that poz cum straight outta your hole, you little bug-chasing bitch. You like taking those bugs, boy?” he said as he positioned his HIV pole against the young doctor’s hole. “Here are some more for you,” and he plunges his toxic fuckstick up inside Matthew, the cum already up there making it silky smooth and inviting. “Oh, baby boy, I’m not gonna last long in this cummy pussy of yours, get ready for my poison load. Pure high-viral unmedicated AIDS-cum for your greedy cumhole.” Dr. Dan thrust deeper up Matthew’s cunt and delivered fresh shots of HIV inside the young doctor, about 9 cumblasts in all. “I’m super viral now that I stopped my meds over a year ago,” I know we’ll never know for sure, but I hope it’s my strain that turns you,” he said, shuddering and shaking with his cock depositing the last few drops of HIV inside Matthew. He withdraws his cummy pozzing stick from the young doctor’s hole, replacing it again with the buttplug. “I’m going back to my friends now, whore,” he says, reaching for his phone. “I’m texting you my address. I’ll unlock the door with my phone app, just make yourself comfortable. By ‘comfortable’, I mean ass up and waiting…I’m not done with you.” Dr. Matthew did as instructed, and 90 minutes later, Dr. Dan returned home and found the young doctor ass up and waiting. Over that night, Dr. Dan forcefully filled his cunt with 3 more loads of HIV that evening and finally at 3am released him from his dominance and Matthew returned to the hotel wiped out, his happy hole remaining plugged, absorbing all those sweet viral loads. He would have a lot to tell his nurse Keith on Monday morning but for now, Dr. Matthew Joon Hill, noted safe-sex and condom advocate, who had written thousands of prescriptions for PrEP to his patients, went to sleep with about 18 poz loads soaking into his hole. He slept sounder than he had done in years. End of Chapter 2

More recently in my journey, i've come to understand a distinction (for me) between feminization and emasculation. For me, while the two can intersect or overlap, they are also two distinct things. i don't feel like i am a trans person, or that i am a woman in a guys body. i do feel like i have attributes of both genders, but more like a guy with some female parts? And some of my sexual need/desire wiring maybe is not necessarily gender related, but can get evoked by certain Guys Who see or want me in a particular way. For example, i have a FuckBuddy (FB) Who i get together with 3-4x a week for almost 6 years now. He's a Bi Latino, 28 years old and has been a body builder since age 13. If i saw Him on the street, i would not be attracted to Him visually, my response would be neutral. Psychologically though? He's managed to (inadvertently?) bond me and sort of possess me. Part of His make up is how i came to understand the "emasculation" part of me. He's not very verbally expressive when it comes to His psychological wiring, but over time, i've been able to understand from how He is with me, and occasional terms He uses. One time He shyly used a term with me that He "likes to bitch" me. Over time i've gotten a more detailed understanding of what that means to Him and how we have formed a very strong bond. He's probably bred me close to a thousand times now. Because He is Bi, also i think His Latino culture figures in, He is on the DL, so i never contact Him, He always is the initiator, and to this day i am still a little surprised we are a thing. But He continues to want to get with me 3-4x a week. Over time, what we do has varied, but all vanilla stuff, it always ends with me prone underneath Him and Him inseminating me. Always. i'm a tall skinny older guy, and He's this very muscular younger Guy, so i feel very dominated under Him, but never in a forceful or mean way, and that is part of the mind fuck for me. i think for Him, He sees and feels with me , in many ways, like He does with a woman (i'm pretty sure i'm the only guy He has been with). Thus the term "bitch" me. But it's way more than that. He holds and controls my body in, again strong but gentle ways while He is fucking me, maybe like He would treat a woman? Recently He has started doing this thing, that really cemented it for me, where He reaches under with both of His hands while He is plowing me and holds my chest like maybe He would hold a womans breasts... and the psychological effect it has on me is profound. i feel totally possessed and emasculated when He does that. There are other ways He holds my waste and hips to assert gentle, strong, purposeful control that take me to a similar place, 'bitch me.' The effect is so real, not role play at all,, like we are both experiencing something in those moments that connects and bonds us deeply. It never gets old, and i always profound.

This was all learned back in the day way before apps took everything online!

The Swedes are better at socialism too.

Which motel is the best for nasty fun? Either Motel 6, or Travelodge? Others?

Doesn't happen a lot, I suck more cock than I get fucked. I usually hear "you were made to suck cock" or something like that. I tell guys I love a verbal top but it's rare to find a guy who calls me a faggot. I'd love to have a top fucking me and calling me a good faggot, just hasn't happened yet.

It makes me feel like my hole is exactly what the top needs, my hole is perfect for him and his load

It just feels so right being called a faggot.

What a hot way to get the gift

I agree. In my experience a lot of guys would benefit from better cruising eticquit and technique. A lot of good cruising spots are ruined by fools thinking with their little head acting like they're in an anything goes porno. Cruising is a mix of seduction and reading signals. It pisses me off when people try to just start wanking in front of strangers or worse trying to start with touching at my gym steamroom. I like this cruising spot because its a mix of people just relaxing and people cruising. If all the chill ppl are scared off by horny fools then there's no hunt, there's no chance. And inevitably the gym management will shut things down.

I think you could teach a class on this technique. We need more guys to know this kind of stuff.

For clarity, I look away from my target if there is no conversation. If my target starts talking to me I look him firmly in the eyes and flex my cock as we we speak. I also flex/ bounce my cock slightly at first and then more as I get more receptive signs. the more he looks the more I bounce and chub up.

@loadgiver you are the man. This cock sucker LOVES to give no recip head and swallow as much cum as I can. That being said I also enjoy a facial and started keeping the load or loads on my face afterward about 15 yrs ago. First time I did it I was tag teamed by a couple. They put their last 2 loads on my face. They had been commenting throughout the session what a slut I was so I decided to show then. As I was getting dressed on of the guys handed me a towel. I said, thanks I'm good and proceeded to put my shirt on. I said thanks men and walked out the door of their house. My car was parked on the street, got in without seeing anyone. Feeling their loads on my face and wanting a reaction I drove home, stopping at a store on the way. Since is was the second load for both I wasnt dripping in cum but as I got out you could see tell tale signs of moisture and dried cum. Went in, bought a coke, was a turn on paying as the cashier looked at me. Since then I've always kept cum on my face, love the feeling and being able to smell the sex for the rest of the day. @loadgiver ever get to the cities I'd be proud to wear your signature.

Somehow there have been no doms answering this, so here's the real answer. Look at his crotch a lot. Make conversation with him and while you do switch back and forth from eye contact to crotch. Find a natural way to make the conversation about his body. The easiest way to do this in a gym is to ask him about his workout. Ask him what he did today, tell him he's clearly taking the gym seriously because he looks fit, ask him if he gets sore from the gym and what helps, compliment a muscle and ask him for advice ie "what's your routine for chest, I wish my pecs were as good as yours". This technique will play out well for you regardless if you blow him most people will enjoy this conversation but many will get horny from it. That being said if he's giving one word answers and/or looking away from you the stop tho. He's there because he wants quiet and it's your job to give it to him what he wants. The approach for a top is very different so look out for signs he's putting on the moves. When I want someone to worship me in the steamroom after a workout I go nude, I make a point to sit on the upper seat preferably so I'm facing my target. If my target is also on the top bench I sit lengthwise with my back against the corner wall and my feet up toward him. I will not stare at my target, instead I frequently close my eyes or do stretches so I'm looking away. I do this so that my target can freely check me out if he's shy. Inevitably I will catch him looking and give him an eyebrow raised smirk. This is when I start rubbing my sore muscles, chest and thighs tend to get the most attention. If I can I will make "accidental" contact by touching my foot to his thigh or brushing my knee on his shoulder, this is a test to see if he pulls away. I can usually tell by this point if my target is hooked. Depending on what I want them do I instruct him to do it. "Rub my feet, lick my balls, etc."

So FUCKING HOT - 10 Erections - Don't Ask - Don't Tell - wishing to be your Neighbor - Double Teaming on TOPS - Pleasures !

Still Young and enjoying going both ways - Raw or Stealthing - Poppers ! Into Thongs but thinking of G String ! Ever for a moment in Public Bathroom showing them OFF - receiving some Sexual action ?

It's horrible for meeting people, however the topic threads have some good posters. I consider it a source for some inspiration for bondage ideas and toy reviews. I consider it the "hot topic" of kink, a bunch of not to serious people posting pics looking for attention. The people you'd want to meet are either to far away, or inactive. Many profiles are filled with memes, or old pics. I've met a few people from there, all of them were subs with no experience.

If they're not about to be in public I put my load where they don't expect it. If I get the vibe they're trying to be ready to pull off when I cum, or if they ask me to warn them first, I'll hold they're head down while I impregnate their throat.

Mikey is in for a great time for sure. Get his virgin ass knocked up!!!

Toxic trolls, fucking hot! Something tells me he won't be neg for long.