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[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/breeding-the-barista/

Any recommendations for a free vpn in the UK? Love this site and really want to keep using it.

Great story so far. I'm sure this holiday is going to be a good positive experience for Jake. I would love to trade places with Jake. His ass is in for an awesome experience. I'm sure there are going to be times when he will be scared but he is going to love it too.

How was it "super successful"??? It didn't change a goddamn thing. It had no effect whatsoever. Radical leftists lie when they proclaim they want "No King". They just want THEIR KING, Not the legally elected president who won the election. * No Kings… but * -No kings but if you see anyone with a Red MAGA hat on yell at them, shame them. And if you're a college professor, punch them in the back of the head for wearing a red MAGA hat. -No kings but don’t stand for the Pledge of Allegiance -No kings but knell to anyone who isn’t white -No kings but you’re Un-American if you don’t want to fund foreign wars -No kings but let any illegal immigrate from any country across our borders and use your tax dollars to fund them -No kings but you MUST accept men in girls sports and restrooms -No kings but you must condone Trans story hour with your children -No kings but if your child wears a Trump shirt to school they will be suspended -No kings but if you support America First, America Only we will burn your cities down The hypocrisy is astounding. WHO is actually the tyrant here?

Austin Wolf finally pleaded guilty for enticing a 15yo to NYC for sex and is facing a mandatory sentence of 10y. Sentencing is set for September 29.

A man’s natural instinct in to breed so I usually don’t have to say anything at all. Sort of funny story…. Yesterday I was getting bred at the video store and there was a guy in the next booth talking to us under the wall where there is an opening. The first thing he said was can I watch. My top said no. They a few minutes later the guy said can I come in. My top thought I said… you can cum in me. Of course he did and when he was finished he said to me…. I was going to cum in you anyway you didn’t have to give me the go ahead. lol I said ..I didn’t say that it was the guy from the next booth. Lol

Looking back I was sick. I remember laying in bed for about a week. It was warm outside and I couldn’t get the air in the house cold enough. A lot of my bottom friends say that they had throat issues like thrush. I guess I was lucky in that respect. I also have friends that say they had very few symptoms.

So did you fuck a lot of guys in that year after you were sick and before you tested and found out you were poz?

I would love to get pozzed the way this guy did. I have thought about putting a toothbrush on the night stand at the Bathhouse I go to many times. I just don't want to scare guys off if they see it

I may have ill assumed some of the accusations I made about you. I will say that you at least provide sources. That's more than what can be said for others on here

Join my telegram group and get updates about my up and coming conversion party in central London. [think before following links] https://t.me/+3TCs--WdgFM5ZmU0

I am going to try the Brave browser to stay in touch with sleazy chats

Interesting results so far. To be honest, not what I expected. I thought more would have said to play with the guy's balls. I'm back there tomorrow, so whatever the two leading results are that's what I'll go with to test them out.

So it was in the mid of 2001, i was living in that time in cologne/germany. I still was neg, but by visiting the bars and the darkrooms more and more I let the gus fuck me bare. One day I met a guy at the bar..wie talked a lot, drinking some beer...and he invited me to his place.. It was one of these hot nights in the summer, I only had a shorts and a shirt on, and as alwasdo, no underwear:-) On the way to his home.. he was grabbling at my cock, kissing me..and we became more and more horny. reaching his home... the air was very sticky and warm... we put out our clothes..just smoking for relaxing:-) He told me that he will fuck me only bare, as I Told him that i was still neg gut want to convert. Horny as hell, he fixed me on his bed, got a thoothbrush, putting in my arse. Then he stroke his cockin dry and hard.. he fucked me over half an hour, looking at me..then he asked:*Are you ready for my gift?* Icried *Put it in, I want to be your brother*..he fucked again, I felt his cock becomming harder and bigger..he moaned..and shoot in his toxic juice. When he got out, he put a plug in and gave his cok in my moth for cleaning it.. I saw his cum on it, and my blood...soo good. It was the best fuck I ever had. He told me that he was not on med and highly toxic. By saying this I turnd arround putting my arse up again for him. For three days we didn't leave his place, fucking us to hell... 3 weeks later I became sick... We are still good friends, and always when we meet, we must change our new babies:-))

Does the Pope have a balcony?

Hey ASSMUNCH…. Why haven’t you added your most recent chapter here? Nifty has one that was added back in March. I always look forward to the next chapter, i was excited to read this new one. As usual, another great read!!

CHAPTER 6: Inescapable Reality Weeks had passed since Mia disappeared from their circle, and her absence hung between Helena and Lisa like a thick fog that neither dared to clear. They tiptoed around the subject of Roulette Night, like two addicts pretending they were clean, each feeling the itch building in their veins. Mia's infection had broken something, but it had also validated something, the risk was real, and it wasn't just a fantasy. Someone they knew had been hit, and deep inside, that knowledge didn't entirely repel them; it excited them. One evening, Helena was scrolling through her encrypted inbox when she found a message that made her stomach flip. The subject line was simple: "Super Wednesday , The Crazy Room." The message was short and direct: You are extended a private option for the Crazy Room session. Entry is fully voluntary. Consent begins at the moment you lock yourself in. Odds are substantially higher. Full spectrum. Super Wednesday. 10:00 PM. Helena had heard the whispers about the Crazy Room. Even some of the men were frightened of it. Unlike Roulette Night, the Crazy Room was an enigma, a place where the rules were different, and the risks were supposedly much higher. The rumors spoke of multiple viral threats and worse odds, but the specifics were unclear. The allure of the unknown was both terrifying and thrilling. Helena stared at her phone, her hands trembling as she re-read the invitation. Her first instinct was revulsion, and Mia’s haunted face flashed through her mind. But the intensity of her fear sent a wet pulse between her legs. The thought of walking into that room, locking her wrists and ankles, and spreading herself open while strangers decided her fate made her light-headed. Two nights later, Helena met Lisa for drinks. They sat in a quiet corner, low music covering their hushed voices. "Have you heard about the Crazy Room?" Helena asked, showing Lisa the invite on her phone. Lisa raised an eyebrow and exhaled slowly. "I've heard about it. Never thought they’d actually offer it to us." "I’m scared," Helena whispered, almost ashamed. Lisa smiled faintly. "That’s exactly why it exists." Neither spoke for a moment. Finally, Helena added, "Mia’s face won’t leave my head." Lisa nodded. "It’s dangerous. But it’s real. It was always real." Lisa leaned forward, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?" Helena whispered back, "Every fucking night." Lisa smiled thinly. "So am I." For days, neither Helena nor Lisa could sleep. Their minds were consumed by the enigma of the Crazy Room. They had heard it was extreme, that the odds of catching something were much worse than the usual 1 in 20. But the specifics were a blur of rumors and speculation. Helena's body shivered at the thought of what might happen, anonymous men, masks, unknown viruses, and the finality of locking herself in. Her body kept betraying her every time the thought returned. She would touch herself at night, orgasming violently to images that terrified her. Lisa, too, was caught in the same web of fear and excitement, her dreams haunted by the unknown. Wednesday morning arrived, and the invitation burned in Helena's phone screen. 10:00 PM. She had not declined, which meant the spot was still hers. By late afternoon, she was shaking. Her hand hovered over her phone multiple times. Decline? Delete? Ignore? She couldn’t. She was already sliding down the slope, and she knew it. Lisa felt the same pull, the same irresistible urge to face the unknown. Hours before they would need to leave, both women stood in their respective apartments, staring at themselves in the mirror. Their bodies were perfect, strong, beautiful, still unmarked. But they knew that the viruses, if they came, would leave no visible signs, not at first. Beneath the surface, their blood could be rewritten. Permanently. Their identities altered. Their freedoms surrendered. Their innocences erased. All by their own hands. And the worst part, the part that made their knees weak and their breaths catch, was that they wanted it. Not because they didn’t fear it, but because they did. Because risk was no longer abstract. Mia had proved that. And still… the pull was stronger than the fear. At 9:40 PM, Helena and Lisa each slipped behind the wheel of their cars. They didn’t text each other. They didn’t tell anyone. Some decisions had to be made alone. The city lights blurred past them as they drove toward the club. Their hands were cold. Their breathing was shallow. But their destination was certain. CHAPTER 7 , The Crazy Room The hallway was silent, each step toward the Crazy Room feeling like walking deeper into a place her mind was no longer allowed to control. Helena's breath came in short, shallow bursts, her legs trembled, and her heart pounded so violently that it blurred the sound of her own footsteps. At the door stood two attendants, still and calm as statues, their presence only making the moment heavier. This was no longer some twisted dare or a boundary-pushing game between friends; that was far behind her now. "You know the rules," one of them said quietly. "Once you are locked in, consent is complete." Helena nodded, unable to speak even if she tried. The door opened, revealing a cold, clinical, and unforgiving space. The bench stood alone beneath the spotlight, bolted to the floor, with ankle and wrist cuffs lying open like instruments of a ritual long prepared. The emptiness of the room amplified her breathing; this was her stage, her choice. The door sealed behind her with a quiet click, leaving her alone. For a moment, she stood frozen, hoping that immobility might still reverse her decision. But the pull inside her was stronger than her fear, carrying her forward. She approached the bench like a woman walking to her own execution. The cold leather pressed against her naked skin as she knelt, her breathing quickening and becoming erratic. The cuffs waited, patient. One wrist, then the other. The attendants worked with silent efficiency; the locks snapped shut with metallic clicks. Her arms were pinned forward, her chest pushed toward the bench, breasts exposed. The first ankle restraint closed around her left leg, spreading her wider, fully opening her sex to the empty space behind her. Only one restraint remained, and then came the pause. The attendant crouched beside her, his voice lowered, not kind but calm. "Before I close this, you should fully understand." Helena's breathing turned jagged, her chest heaving with panic. "The odds tonight are extreme. This is not like before. No healthy man would enter this room. They know what they carry, and they know what they give." Only now did the full weight of it land inside her. This wasn’t just higher risk; this was certainty. This was why they called it The Crazy Room. The second attendant stepped closer, his voice steady and final. "This is your last moment to stop. Shall I close the final restraint?" Her mind screamed; this was her last out. But even as panic boiled inside her, she also knew something else: if she said no now, she would destroy the very climax her sick craving demanded. She couldn’t repeat the anticlimax of asking, of retreating into safety. The tension was beyond anything she had ever felt, fear, lust, and a self-inflicted horror fusing into something too heavy to escape. Her voice trembled as it broke free. "Yes." The final cuff snapped shut. The hum of the magnetic locks filled the air; she was fully restrained, fully spread, fully surrendered. Her fate was sealed. The wait stretched unbearably, and then the first door opened. She heard him approach, boots heavy, breath steady, hands sure. Rough fingers gripped her hips, spreading her open with brutal confidence. Helena's mind raced with a mix of terror and anticipation. What if he has something worse? What if this is the one that destroys me? Her breathing was hard and uncontrolled, her body trembling with a mix of fear and dark excitement. Without hesitation, his cock pressed against her and drove inside her raw. The stretch burned, and a sharp cry escaped her lips, turning into a series of loud, desperate shouts. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Her head jerked forward as air rushed from her lungs. He set a brutal rhythm immediately, fast, heavy, punishing. As he pounded into her, his breath hot over her back, he finally whispered, "You’ll feel all our toxic cum inside you… long after tonight. I am going to infect you." His words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of horror and perverse satisfaction. His orgasm struck hard, a thick flood of semen pouring into her womb, warm and invasive. He withdrew, and another entered. The next man grabbed her hair roughly, twisting her head back as he slammed into her. "Look forward," he growled. "You need to stay open for us." She gasped as he drove himself fully inside, his balls slapping wetly against her overstretched, leaking hole. "Your pussy will never be clean again," he whispered into her ear as he finished, spraying his load inside her. They kept coming, a parade of masked strangers moving like a machine behind her. One after another, endless. Her body offered no resistance anymore, not because she accepted it, but because there was nothing left to resist. These men were not having sex with her; they were converting her, destroying her. For these guys, she was nothing more than a perverse satisfaction, a vessel to ruin. At some point, one man paused before entering her, running the head of his cock up and down her swollen, gaping opening. "You’re already ruined," he whispered. "Might as well take more." He pushed inside hard, filling her anew, pumping another infected load deep into the growing toxic pool inside her womb. Her belly swelled as more men followed. The pressure inside her became unbearable; her womb felt heavy, painfully full, bloated with viral seed. Her vision blurred; her lips no longer formed words, only shallow gasps and broken moans. She no longer knew how many men had entered her, only that they weren’t finished. Her entire existence had narrowed into this: the pounding, the stretching, the endless, irreversible filling. Later, she no longer knew how much later, another man grabbed her chin and forced her head sideways. "Eyes open," he whispered. "I want you to see." His cock jerked close to her face; she blinked reflexively. "You know this is risky, right?" he smiled darkly. "Eye infections are nasty. I probably shouldn’t, but I will." His cock erupted, spurting directly into her eye. Hot, thick ropes struck her cornea, blinding her instantly with burning, sticky heat. Tears streamed down her face as the burning intensified. In that instant, even through the sting, the thought pierced her collapsing mind: He knows. He knows exactly what he carries. And he’s giving it to me anyway. Another man took his turn, grabbing her other eye and forcing her to look at him. "My turn," he grunted, and with a wicked smile, he too released his load into her eye, the hot semen mixing with the tears and causing her to scream in pain and humiliation. The parade of men continued, some fucking her brutally in the ass, the tight ring of muscle offering little resistance to their invasive thrusts. The pain was excruciating, but it only seemed to spur them on, their grunts and groans filling the room as they took their pleasure from her ruined body. One man, his breath hot and rancid in her ear, whispered, "I'm going to scratch you a bit, make it more interesting." She felt a sharp pain as he dragged something sharp across her pussy, opening her flesh just enough to draw blood. "That should increase the infection risk," he chuckled, his cock throbbing as he rammed into her, mixing his seed with the blood that now trickled down her inner thighs. Her body was a canvas of pain and humiliation, each new assault pushing her further into a state of shock and disbelief. The men seemed to feed off her suffering, their grunts and groans a symphony of perverse satisfaction. The final man arrived; she sensed his presence before he touched her. He spread her wide one last time. His cock was different, broken, diseased, open sores rubbing against her torn flesh as he pushed inside. The friction was fire; every thrust scraped his infected skin deeper into her already shredded tissues. Her head dropped forward as her body trembled uncontrollably. This one will finish me. He roared as he slammed into her harder than any before, grinding through her ruined insides with brutal force. With a final violent thrust, he erupted, flooding her with his diseased load, his sickness joining the flood trapped deep inside her womb. The restraints released; she collapsed forward, utterly broken. Semen, blood, and infection poured from her gaping hole, spilling onto the floor beneath her in heavy streams. The attendants lifted her limp, destroyed body without a word, carrying her into the recovery room and laying her down like an empty shell. No words. No sympathy. Hours passed. Her belly bulged with the obscene load inside her; her womb stretched, packed tight with twenty men’s contaminated seed. Her blood was no longer hers; her cells were no longer hers; her life had been rewritten. Through cracked, barely moving lips, she whispered, "They have me now."

Can you accommodate?

CHAPTER 5 , The Aftermath The car ride home was a shroud of silence, the air thick with unspoken words and shattered illusions. Lisa, usually the loudest, stared blankly out the window, her reflection a ghostly echo of the vibrant woman she once was. Rachel bit her nails, her eyes wide with a delayed panic that gnawed at her insides. Helena sat still as a statue, her silence a stark contrast to her usual calm demeanor, her eyes occasionally flicking to Mia, a mix of concern and horror etched on her face. And Mia, Mia was a shell, her empty stare fixed out into the night, her expression a void of all emotion. The sexual energy that once crackled between them had been snuffed out, replaced by a cold, harsh reality. The game had become real, and the weight of that reality pressed down on them, a physical force that made it hard to breathe. No one dared say it, but the truth hung heavy in the air: It could have been any of us. In the days that followed, the group chat fell silent, the usual banter and teasing messages replaced by an eerie stillness. No new invitations were sent, no plans were made. Just an empty, echoing silence that screamed of their collective trauma. Mia didn't respond to any calls, her phone remaining stubbornly silent. She withdrew completely, retreating into a shell of solitude and isolation. Helena found herself unable to stop thinking about Mia, about what she must have felt in that moment, not just the raw, brutal sex, but the horrifying realization that followed. He chose her. The man knew. He had walked into that club, infected, and scanned the room like a predator. And when he saw Mia's nervous smile, her hesitation, her fear, he saw weakness. Or perhaps, he saw an opportunity. Mia had been selected, and that knowledge was a poison that would forever alter her reality. Two weeks later, Mia finally reached out to Helena, her message short and to the point: "I’m getting tested tomorrow." Helena responded immediately, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Do you want me to come with you?" But Mia's reply was a simple, "No." And then, silence again. A silence that was deafening, that spoke volumes of Mia's internal turmoil and Helena's growing concern. The result came back faster than Mia was prepared for. Positive. Confirmed. Helena received the message late at night, the words "It's done." burning into her retina as she stared at her phone, her mind reeling. Mia had crossed the line from thrill to irreversible reality. The virus was inside her now, multiplying, embedding, altering her blood forever. The finality of it was a punch to the gut, a brutal reminder of the stakes they had been playing with. Rachel was the first to crack, her panic a tangible thing that filled the room. "We’re done," she snapped at Lisa, her voice sharp and final. "No more of this shit. No more Roulette Nights. Not ever." Lisa, for once, was shaken far deeper than she let on. She nodded, her usual arrogance replaced by a subdued resignation. They never discussed going back, the dare broken, the fantasy shattered. They had always pretended they were playing with controlled danger, but now the illusion of control was gone, replaced by a stark, terrifying reality. Within a few weeks, Mia quietly left the group, her departure as silent as her presence had become. No farewell. No confrontation. She simply faded away, deleted from the group chat, her number unanswered, her voicemail full. She was unreachable, a ghost of her former self. Her apartment was dark, her social media silent, a stark contrast to the vibrant, lively woman she once was. The others understood, no one dared blame her. Mia had to disappear into her new world, a world where the consequences of that whispered "cum inside me" would follow her for the rest of her life, a constant, inescapable reminder of that night. And yet, late at night, Helena couldn’t stop thinking about that moment. Mia pinned beneath him, trembling, sobbing. Her lips quivering before she whispered the words that ruined her. Helena kept seeing it, kept feeling something twisted in her gut. It was horror. It was arousal. It was both. And as much as she hated herself for it, she envied Mia. Mia had crossed further than any of them. She had paid the price. She belonged to something now. Something irreversible. Something that would forever change the course of her life, a stark reminder of the danger they had all been playing with.