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Being a pure sub bottom... surrender and service of my Top...tied up/down, used however he wants...

Z the offer still on the table

anyone available first week of December to show a Vers guy some fun

Amazing story, i loved it so much.

“Hold him down.” The pressure on my arms increased as the two men standing on either side of me tightened their grips, each of them using both hands to pin my arms to the desk. I felt the cold shock of lube in the crack of my ass, then another hand ran up and down, spreading the liquid liberally and massaging my pucker before sliding two fingers inside to open me up. “You’re in for it now,” said one of the men holding me down. I could hear the sneer in his voice. “Ever been fucked with a cruel condom?” A different voice in my ear this time, whispering. His voice. I didn’t have to wonder how I had come to find myself in this predicament. As it usually does, my libido did all the talking – and had gotten me into a heap of trouble this time. Here I was at nine o’clock on a Friday night, blindfolded and bent over a desk in a nearly-empty office, waiting to be penetrated by an eight-inch cock sleeved in the equivalent of a Brillo pad. The objective: shred my insides and get me ready to take highly viral poz cum from each man in the room. It had started – as it usually does – with a message on a hookup app. I’m very up front that as a bottom, I am 100% condom-free and have been almost two decades. What the men who fuck me don’t know is, I lie about being on prep and doxypep. I’m not, nor have I ever been. I prefer my sex to be random, anonymous, and as risky as possible. I thrive on it. For nearly half of the two decades I’ve been a bottom, I’ve dabbled with on-again, off-again fantasies of joining the poz brotherhood. More recently, those desires have been much more ‘on’ than ‘off’. While I had always known that becoming poz was probably inevitable, the desire for it had grown into a need, a primitive hunger that was becoming harder and harder to deny. So when he contacted me to say that he had a group that was looking for a raw bottom like me, and I had seen the word ‘Positive’ next to his HIV status, a voice in my lizard brain told me I had to say yes. Less than three hours later, I found myself in a small, non-descript office park, walking into a building to find him, waiting behind a counter. He had opened a door to the office beyond and ushered me in, positioning me on the table before turning on the lights to reveal his group. Each had a matching biohazard tattoo just above and to the left of his cock. The mark of a brotherhood. And they wanted me to join. He had placed a blindfold over my eyes and secured my ankles to the legs of the desk using zip ties. “Quick poll, guys,” he said. “Should I ram it in and get it over with for him, or slide in nice and slow so we can enjoy his pain?” “Fast,” said the guy on my left. “Slow,” replied the one on my right. Then came a chorus of voices from around the room. “Slow.” “Slow.” “Fast.” “Fast.” Six different voices. And he would make seven. “Tie vote!” he chuckled. “Guess I’m the tiebreaker.” With that, I felt the cold tip of the metal sheath press against my hole. I did my best to clench myself shut, to stave off his invasion, but it was to no avail. My anal sphincter had long ago been destroyed to the point that there was little muscle left. Chalk it up to decades as a bottom slut. Despite my best efforts to the contrary, I opened for him. I braced myself for what was to come. “Slow it is.” I could hear the smirk on his face as he whispered the words so only those closest to him could hear. The smooth tip of the cruel condom was inside me now. I felt another cold stream of lube as he prepared to push deeper. The pressure was slow and steady, but relentless. I have no words to describe the shock of pain that exploded within me as the abrasive portion of the condom reached my flesh. My asshole had been a source of pleasure for more than two decades, but now it was the source of the worst pain I had ever felt. It was like a wildfire, burning with such fierce intensity it was impossible to believe that it would end. The cruel condom scratched and tore at my insides as he pushed his way deeper and deeper. I bucked and twisted, but the two men kept their hold on me. With his weight now pushing me into the desk, I had nowhere to go. At last his progress slowed, then stopped. My entire being seemed to be on fire. I let out a low, guttural moan and realized that it was my first verbal reaction to his assault. “Mmmmmm,” came his reaction. Then, to the group, he said, “He took that pretty well, wouldn’t you agree, guys?” A chorus of voices echoed their agreement. “Now, let’s see how he does with this!” He pulled his hips back quickly, drawing his cock – and the metal sheath surrounding it – completely out of my body. The cruel condom ripped its way out of me like a bayonet on the battlefield. Almost before I could react, he rammed it back inside me, burying his cock to the hilt and tearing me even more deeply. My whole body tensed as the sensation of a million volts of searing electricity surged through every nerve. The scream seemed to come from somewhere else, somewhere outside my body. I flopped back onto the table, barely aware that I was whimpering and drooling. “I’d say he’s ready for our little gift!” he exclaimed. He slowly withdrew his cock, but if the cruel condom did any more damage, I couldn’t feel it. My whole body had gone numb. Someone I couldn’t see placed a brown bottle under my nose and held a nostril shut. Instinctively, I inhaled mightily. He swapped nostrils. After a couple of deep breaths, my heart was racing in my ears and I felt light-headed. Normally I loved the sensation, but it did nothing to relieve the throbbing, burning pain in my ass. I heard a slight rattle and then he stood before me. His cock looked as though it had been torn a little. It was red and a few small spots of blood were visible. Or was that my blood? Then he held the cruel condom in front of my eyes. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. Not only was the shiny silver implement of torture now completely covered in blood, stuck in between the small abrasive teeth were tiny bits of flesh. My flesh. “All yours, boys,” he said, a joyous tone in his voice. And then it began. The brown bottle made regular appearances under my nose, and as my head swam, one by one each of the men in the room took his turn. No one used any lube – I was bleeding enough that they didn’t need any. Each man stood behind me, grabbed me by the hips and shoved his cock inside my destroyed ass with no mercy. Cock after cock depositing load after load of toxic cum deep in my torn-up guts. By the time the two men holding me down were ready to take their turns, I was too exhausted and out of it to do anything but lay there. They took their turns, then he was the only one who hadn’t yet gotten off. One more round of the brown bottle, and he sauntered up behind me. His weight once again pressed me into the desk as his now bare cock found its target and slid inside me. By now, I felt nothing more than a dull throb in my ass. Either the poppers had done their work, or my mind had shut off most of the pain receptors in that region of my body. Maybe it was both. I could feel and hear his hips slapping against my ass as his pace quickened, until with a small gasp he added his toxic DNA to the others’. It was over, or at least I thought it was. As he slid out of me, I heard him say, “Anyone want seconds?” “I will.” “Yeah, me too.” Too spent to do anything about it, I rested my cheek on the desk as not one, not two, but three of the men took another turn. My blood ran slightly cold when I realized that I would be leaving with ten loads of poz cum inside me. But what did the number matter? I was most likely doomed the moment the first man unloaded inside my bloody, torn-up hole. Then, to add insult to literal injury, he stepped in front of me. His cock, now flaccid, was soaked in a pinkish mixture of blood and cum. “Clean me up,” he ordered. I have always been a fan of ass to mouth, but I found the thought of taking his cock in my mouth at that moment repulsive. And yet, my lizard brain was not done with me. I am a cum dump, after all, and a cum dump’s duty is to clean off his top’s cock. So I dutifully opened my mouth. Normally I savor the taste of cum and ass and a little lube on my tongue, but his cock had a strong metallic taste that set my teeth on edge. Nevertheless, I sucked him in balls-deep and bathed him with my tongue, swallowing everything I had cleaned off him. Seeing me do that for him, the three men who took a second turn each wanted a turn in my mouth, too. I sucked each of them clean in succession, certain that I would never again stop tasting the iron from my blood. At last they were done with me. They cut my ankles loose from the desk and helped me to a chair so I could rest for a few moments. A shock of pain shot through my body as my ass touched the seat. A bottle of Gatorade appeared in my hand and I slugged it back. After a few minutes I began to regain my senses. Most of the men had left; only he remained with two others. Together, they helped me get dressed and led me to my car. He placed a towel on the seat before they helped me in. I moved slowly, but before long I was driving away. When I got home, I found that the blood and cum had seeped through my underwear and pants and stained the towel. Thankfully, it had not penetrated all the way to the seat. I worked my way up the steps to the lobby and into the elevator. Reaching my apartment, I closed the door behind me and walked directly to the bedroom. I barely had time to notice the clock read 10:45 pm before, mentally and physically exhausted, I collapsed face-first on my bed. In no time I had drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning and checked my texts before taking what I knew would be a somewhat painful shower. There was a message from him containing an image and measurements for the biohazard tattoo he and the others had sported, along with the contact information of the studio that had done theirs. Accompanying the file was a simple message. “Welcome to the brotherhood.”

Luke's progression to actively taking toxic poz cum loads was somewhat faster than I expected, but nonetheless, it's very hot and romantic. I had expected Luke to get Thomas' perspective and advice on bug chasing and on becoming poz after he saw Thomas taking toxic loads, but this twist in the plot line demonstrates @LeatherGayBB's willingness break out of what would be predictable. Now, that both Thomas and Luke are getting fucked by detectable poz men, I can foresee a friendly, brotherly race to see who converts first. Maybe, they will experience the fuck flu at the same time. (I don't recall a story that has brothers converting together.) This chapter met and surpassed my expectations with my own cock saluting with its approval...😉 He and I await for the next installment of the adventures of Luke, Thomas, and others.

Two at lunch today and 3 schedule for after work not bad for a Monday

Now this is really turning into a hot as fuck story... so which one will get pozzed first, and who will reveal their path to the other??? Time will tell I guess 😈

Yea joined.. not too many guys less than 100 miles from me.

I've sucked about 8 dicks this week. Basically pulled a train Saturday,

I hope for you.. Try recon.com I found a couple of Leather guys into bondage on that site. There nothing hotter than to be bound tight and seeing a guy in full leathers walking up to you stroking himself and all you can do is just take what he gives you..

Part 5 Thomas leaves for his first date or whatever this is with Mark, which means I have the whole day to myself. I browse a little, watch some TikTok clips, check my socials, but after an hour I am bored. As I search through the apartment for something sweet to eat - fuck why is my brother such a healthy eater - I find the article about bug chasing and gift giving in my room, well the guest room. I take the papers and with a disregarded chocolate bar out of my gym bag I go back to the living room, starting to read. At the beginning I find the whole idea strange, but as I read on an understanding sinks in, that this isn’t just a fantasy, but a real desire people crave. I spent the next hour or more searching the web for all the information I can find. I open some of my apps and search for the tag poz, browsing the men, who live with it. I am surprised how many men are there, I open the profile of a beautiful nerdy twink, who is only a year older than me and seems like a lovely guy. I close the apps and go back to the internet; the real men are currently to real for me. As I continue my search, I stumble upon pozzing porn. Despite my early hesitation it arouses me deeply, but in a different way to the standard bareback porn I so love. And then I find videos of men with biohazard and scorpion tattoos, which bring me over the edge and my cum right onto the coffee table in Thomas’ living room. I am exhausted, confused, but still horny. I decide to head out and get all this stuff out of my mind. The town is still full of hot gay guys, who carry the atmosphere of Pride through the streets. I end up in a little coffee shop with a beautiful view over the river, ordering a vanilla iced coffee – yes, I am that basic bitch. Enjoying the sun, my coffee and the view around me, my phone rings. As I look at it, I’m a little annoyed, as it is another message from one of my apps, properly another blank profile, who wants to see more pictures of me. But as I open the app, the face of the hot nerd I browsed previously smiles at me. Apparently, in my quest for understanding I have liked his profile pic. Don’t freak out, but I am sitting two tables away from you. I turn around quickly and see that beautiful face smiling again, but this time in real life. His brown hair is all over the place, but with the glasses and as I see now an unbelievable tight body, he looks like a librarian in a porn movie. I signal him to join me, he takes his bag, coffee and book to my table, I manage to get a glance at his butt, which is barely covered by a pair of tiny hot pants. ‘Hi’ he says ‘I’m Tony, sorry for the ambush’ ‘Hi, I’m Luke and no ambush at all. Have a seat.’ And then we talk, a lot. He is an art student at the same university as I am and only here for Pride. He lives like me with his sibling for the time, in his case his sister. We talk about the last days, our Pride experience and then decide to walk a little. Without realising it, I have navigated us back to my brother’s place, inviting him in for another coffee. He is a little reluctant but accepts my invitation. As we enter the apartment, and I get us some water, because none of us really wanted a second coffee, I notice that he is nervous. ‘Is everything alright’ I ask reassuringly. ‘Yeah, it is, but … have you read my profile before you liked my picture on the app or did you just swipe?’ ‘No, I have read it’ I step closer to him ‘all of it’ He puts his hand on my chest, before he looks at me and gives me a longing kiss. ‘I haven’t been together with a neg for a long time, but for you I will make an exception. My poz load will make you happy’ I am startled at the change in the conversation, but my cock is very happy about it. My mind is racing, but another kiss stops me from overthinking it. ‘Yes, please give me your poz load, I want it’ I hear myself saying and cannot believe those words are coming from me. Tony pulls me closer to him, his hands on my back and neck, while I caress his perky ass. We slip out of our clothes, which haven’t covered that much of us in the first place. As he takes of his tank top, I take in a short breath. This guy has a biohazard tattoo on his chest and fuck it gets me wild. I push him onto the couch, burying my head into his crotch. My mouth envelopes his uncut cock, which is incredibly beautiful and thick. It takes me a moment to manage it all, but after some time his cock hits my throat. I hear a loud moan over my head. After I taste his precum and swallow every drop of it, I wander with my tongue up his body, remaining a little longer over his biohazard tattoo, which I kiss lovingly. As I reach his mouth we are enthralled in a deep, longing kiss and I use the chance to sit myself on his lap, his rock-hard cock sliding between my ass cheeks. ‘Are you ready to take this toxic poz cock?’ he moans into my mouth. I answer him with a longing kiss. He positions his cock right at my hole and because of sweat, my sucking and some light fingering during my poz porn watch, his cock slips right in. I moan loudly as his cock's head enters me, the thrill of having a poz cock inside me unparalleled. For a moment my breath becomes shallow, and I look him directly into the eyes, before I lower my body deeper. His cock entering me completely. I feel his balls pulling towards my ass. ‘You have a poz cock inside you now, you like that you little neg twink, right?’ ‘I love it’ I whisper in his ear ‘Now what’s missing is your poz load inside me’ This drives him wild, he pushes harder and harder into me, forcing my hips down on his cock. After almost 15 minutes, he presses me towards his body, shifts us both, so that he is now lying above me, thrusting his cock rough. I feel his cock twitching, his climax almost there. With a strong hold, I pull him closer to me, his full body now above me, our tongues intertwined in another kiss and then I feel the warm of his toxic load as he pushes his seed in me again and again. I come simultaneously and cover both our body in my cum. He collapses on top of me, and we remain in this position. His cock slides out slowly, but one of my hands remains on his ass, while the other strokes his back. ‘Wow, that was something else. Luke, you are wonderful’ ‘You are not so bad yourself, Tony. We definitely have to repeat that’ Finally, we sit ourselves up and enjoy the exhaustion and nakedness of us both. As Tony wants to get us another glass of water, he sees the papers about bug chasing and gift giving on the counter, where I left them earlier. He looks at me puzzled and I explain to him, why I have read them. We talk about it, still naked until the night starts to creep in, and we have another goodbye fuck. When he leaves, I open my laptop again and go immediately to pozzing porn, now understanding the played-out scenarios even deeper than before. Something changes within me, it isn’t just curiosity any more, but something else, something I need to figure out.

Nice. Hope to experience that soon

Yesterday I was breed in Walmart bathroom with the stall door open

woof, what a hot story well written love the leather gear section and the way he gets his poz loads, hope there is more to come

You had my attention in Part One. I too have regrets of missed opportunities and shared loads. In Part Two this story is telling the story of my inner pig. Parts Three and Four just made my juices flow freely. Well Done!

I'm will watch the video to comment more rationally. But in the first two minutes I'm pulling my hair out! 😃 Can I ask, re: non partisan economy, Wolff is a stated Marxist... the modern translator of socialist and then communist thinking. What are your thoughts on that being not partisan? I might get there in the video, but it's my going-in concern. But here's the specific issue: he talks about the lefty issue of incarceration. I'm not getting into here whether (or not) it's a problem. Let's stipulate it is. But he then goes on a partisan attack of DOGE. The Federal prison and Federally-run immigration systems, at the start of 2025, were about 250k people. State and local prisons were 1.75 million. [think before following links] https://www.prisonpolicy.org/reports/pie2025.html These are the problems that get over-simplified for a quick political score. Both sides do it for sure. A fair question to him, but NOT you @tallslenderguy, what does DOGE have to do with our state and local prison systems? He's not an idiot... he's knows this very well, it's intentional manipulation. Like our election system, or education system, etc., we want decentralization.

Well conceived, well written ... Thanks for sharing your skills; a filthy mind is a terrible thing to waste !!!

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I am digging this story @LeatherGayBB! Thanks for sharing it with us!!