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Ill be ass up at the Orleans and anywhere i can get some action! Hmu with suggestions and ideas, fellas! Theaters, Baths, slut me out at a private event... im open to lots!

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Master 58 based near London and Surrey. Looking for sluts 22- 55 I can pimp and send to be bred and loaded. write to: telegram @Msteruk

This is an awesome story. Made me precum heaps. Dumb boy really just want papa to take control and give him a big poz load. Hope he rubs his ass in boy’s face too

you get much better stuff then a lot of us apparently

Wish this was me

I know guys taste different but what did the vasectomy guy taste like?

Brock strode into the dimly lit bedroom like he owned the place, his tall, muscular Mexican frame casting a long shadow over the trembling neg sub on the bed. At 6'0" with chiseled abs, broad shoulders, and that infamous 8-inch deathstick bulging in his jeans, he was a walking nightmare for any neg hole dumb enough to cross his path. He'd already notched two victims on his "poz belt"—a twisted mental tally he bragged about to anyone who'd listen—and tonight, this pathetic fag was gonna be number three. "Why waste oxygen on worthless cum dumps?" he'd say with a grin. "I'm just cleaning up the world so frogs on lilypads get more air." Beside him lumbered Chandler, his neg buddy, even taller at 6'4", built like a goddamn tank with rugged, masculine features that could charm the pants off anyone before the real fun began. Chandler was negative, but he loved dipping his thick 8-incher into Brock's toxic loads, churning that virus deeper like it was his personal mission. Together, they were a lethal duo, hunting holes to ruin. The neg sub, a bear who'd posted online begging to be "converted," sat on the edge of the bed in his piss-and-cum-stained undies, eyes wide with a mix of fear and twisted excitement. What a fucking idiot. He'd messaged them thinking it was all play, but these two didn't do safe words or limits. "You ready to join the brotherhood, bitch?" Brock snarled, grabbing the bottom faggot by the hair and yanking him to his feet. Chandler chuckled, locking the door behind them. "This dumb cum dump actually wants it. Can you believe it, Brock? Like, who volunteers to get their lifespan shaved off?" They wasted no time. Brock shoved the neg sub face-down onto the mattress, ripping down those piss and cum stained undies with one hand while Chandler pinned his arms. "Bend over, fag. Time for inspection." They spread his cheeks wide, fingers digging in brutally as they eyed his puckered hole. "Look at that fresh pink neg ass," Brock growled, slapping it hard enough to leave a red mark. "Ripe for pozzing. Ain't seen one this clean in weeks." Chandler leaned in, sniffing like a dog. "Yeah, man. Smells like virgin territory. Won't be neg for long, though." The dumb cum dump whimpered, but that only made them laugh. "You won't be neg for long, bitch!" Chandler taunted, his hot breath on the sub's neck. Quietly, sadistically, he whispered in his ear, "This is what you wanted, buddy. This is what you asked for..." Brock didn't bother with lube or spit—why waste it on trash? He unzipped, his massive death cock springing free, veiny and throbbing with unmedicated poison. He rammed it raw into the bottom faggot's hole, tearing in deep with one thrust. The neg sub howled in agony, bucking wildly, but Chandler held him down, muscles flexing. "This is just the beginning, sub pig," Brock grunted, pounding harder. They laughed like jocks in a locker room, passing the meat back and forth. "Your turn, Chan," Brock said, pulling out with a wet pop and shoving the dumb cum dump toward his buddy. Chandler flipped him over, slamming his neg cock in balls-deep. "Fuck, this hole's tight. Feels like it's sucking me in." The bottom faggot moaned louder, tears streaming, but that fueled them. "Scream louder means fuck the pig harder!" Chandler joked, high-fiving Brock as they tag-teamed the fag, raping him raw. Time blurred into a haze of pain. The neg sub struggled, exhausted, his body slick with sweat and pre-cum, but every thrash just egged them on. Chandler especially thrived on it, whispering taunts. "Hear that moaning, Brock? Music to my ears. This fag's suffering is gold." Brock nodded, thrusting viciously. "Yeah, reduces their worthless life—more air for the frogs, man." They joked about the dumb cum dump like he wasn't there: "Bet this stupid fag thought pozzing was romantic. Ha! We're just using you as a toxic dump." Chandler held him down again and again, letting Brock mount and breed, the sub's cries echoing off the walls. "This hurts us more than it does you!" Brock mocked, both cracking up as the bottom faggot begged for mercy. Finally, the neg sub collapsed, gasping, broken. Brock pulled back, cock glistening. "Welcome to the brotherhood." Chandler's eyes lit up—he knew what that meant. "Fuck yeah, blow that poz load deep!" Brock groaned, slamming in one last time, unleashing a torrent of toxic cum into the dumb cum dump's guts. "Gonna keep fucking it in, make sure it sticks." He pumped a few more times, then tagged out. Chandler took over, ramming his cock into the sloppy, virus-laden hole. "My job now—fucking that HIV-cream right up into your fag guts." He fucked harder, faster, until blood started mixing with the cum, dripping down the sub's thighs. "More blood makes great fucking lube, bitch!" Chandler snarled, pounding relentlessly until he exploded, adding his massive neg load to the mix. He kept churning, both loads swirling with blood. "Look at that, Brock—the virus is swimming right into his bloodstream. Rooted, fixed, permanent. No turning back now." They pulled out, laughing as the neg sub lay there, poz-raped and ruined by their massive cocks. "Remember, you agreed to no safe words," Brock sneered. "No safe words means no limits, you dumb cum dump. You have no idea how BDSM works, do you? Stupid fag!" Chandler nodded, grinning. "Yeah, what a moron." But they weren't done. Brock grabbed his duffle bag. Now, with fag's hole slick and gaping, leaking a mix of their cum, Brock grabbed the small brown bottle from the nightstand. Poppers—the strong stuff, pure amyl nitrite that burned like fire and opened everything up. "Time to seal the deal," he said, unscrewing the cap. Chandler held the sub's cheeks apart, exposing the pink, cum-smeared entrance fag hole. The pig whimpered, his face buried in the pillow, but there was no escaping. Brock tilted the bottle carefully, letting the liquid trickle out in a slow pour right into the open hole. It fizzed slightly on contact with the warm, sticky mess inside, the sharp chemical scent filling the air. The sub pig gasped, his body jolting as the poppers seeped in, absorbing through the tender membranes, heightening every sensation while their poz loads did the real work beneath. "Fuck, that's hot," Brock murmured, watching the liquid disappear into the sub's ass. He added a finger, pushing it deeper, stirring the cocktail of cum and chemicals. The pig's moans turned into ragged cries, his hole clenching involuntarily around the intrusion, drawing it all in further. The poppers would relax him, make him loose and receptive, but more importantly, they'd irritate the lining just enough to help the virus take hold—fantasy fuel for the two tops who thrived on the edge. Chandler poured a little more poppers into the sub’s arsehole, the excess dripping down the pig's balls, making him squirm. "Breathe it in, sub. Let it convert you." They laughed together, dark and satisfied, as the sub pig's body betrayed him, arching back for more even as the burn spread from the poppers throughout his asshole. "Brought a treat for our new brother." The boys continued introducing new levels of sadism to torture their sub victim. Brock and Chandler took absolute delight in causing suffering for their sub. He pulled out thick rope and a monstrous 10-inch anal bead toy, beads as big as golf balls. The bottom faggot's eyes widened in terror, pleading through muffled sobs. "No, please... mercy..." But Chandler just laughed. "No mercy for you, faggot. Cry all you want—it turns me on." He was even more sadistic than Brock, pinning the neg sub down with ease while Brock tied him up tight, wrists and ankles bound. They shoved a dirty handkerchief in his mouth, muffling his screams, then flipped him ass-up. "Time to really open you up," Brock said, forcing the first bead in. The dumb cum dump writhed, the pain building as they pushed deeper. "Gotta induce more bleeding for that successful infection," Chandler said, shoving harder. "We know the pain's extreme, sub fag, but take your HIV like a man. I'm a man's man, so zero sympathy from me, slut." They rammed the whole thing in, the neg sub's muffled screams vibrating through the room. When they yanked it out, blood poured from his wrecked hole. "Fuck, man," Brock laughed, "you might need the ER to stop that bleeding. Holy shit—I'm serious. But damn, it's hot and funny." The bottom faggot whimpered, crying, totally shattered. Even then, the two boys weren’t finished with the fag. “Grab that sharpie marker on the table and let’s write some hot shit on this faggot’s ass!” exclaimed Chandler. “Fuck yeah!” agreed Brock—and so they began the final humiliation. Chandler and Brock wrote, with great joy, all over the sub pig’s pink ass: “HIV++++, POZ CUM SLUT and POZ INFECTED!” — they then took delight drawing an arrow right up the edge of the fag’s asshole. “Fuck!” said Chandler. “That is a ton of blood flowing out of your arsehole fag! Absolutely hysterical. ER visit in three hours fucking confirmed!” “I know!” responded Brock. “We’ve done a brilliant job tonight. This pig is so totally fucked beyond words! I had an absolute blast fucking over this dumb cum dump! If he doesn’t bleed to death tonight, then he’ll test poz for sure—guaranteed!” “Yep!” concurred Chandler. “We’ve done a fucking fantastic job on this fucker tonight! He is one hundred percent medically fucked!” The sub let out a whimper. He was frozen and devastated. Chandler concluded, “Hey sub. You really are so fucking stupid. When you agreed to no safe word you gave us permission to no limits. Not our fault you failed to do a bit of basic research into BDSM!” “I know,” replied Brock. “We found the dumbest cum dump in Toronto! And he got exactly what he deserved! So fucking hot and funny! I love it!” The tops high-fived, satisfied. "Wanna grab burgers and fries at Burger King, dude?" Chandler asked. Brock grinned. "Hell yeah. But first, one last thing." They hauled the tied-up, bleeding neg sub into the car, driving to a deserted roadside ditch. They dumped him naked, poz cum and neg cum oozing from his bloody ass, ropes biting into his skin. The dumb cum dump lay there, broken, discarded, crying and begging incoherently for help, unable to move in the cold night air. As they drove off, Chandler yelled out the window, "Thanks for letting us use your hole tonight, dumb cum dump! Good luck on your fucking HIV test in three months!" They burst into laughter, heading to Burger King. Over juicy burgers, crispy fries, and cold sodas, they relived the night. "That fag's probably freezing his ass off in that ditch right now," Brock said between bites. Chandler chuckled, wiping ketchup from his chin. "Yeah, broken and poz'd. Best night ever, man. He’ll either die from freezing to death bound by ropes in the ditch, his asshole will bleed out or HIV will finish the fag off. Pass the fries.” Brock replied, “Yep. That useless fag got what he deserved. We totally fucked that sub pig three times over!” They savored their meal, thrilled by the suffering they'd inflicted on their faggot victim, already plotting the next hole to ruin.

My rubber scally skinpig is now toxic again for chasers in Mids/NW. He will never know ur ident and he will be gloved and balaclava or hooded.

Yeah I love piss in me on me

Fucking hot that’s how I like my bottoms

Native Americans would beg to differ. Since the 1600s they have been living under illiberal democracy and a fascist state that laid claim to their lands and gold in the name of democracy but effectively slowly and steadily depriving them or their property and person. What has changed now is that it is not just the "Indian" who is the victim, but the white middle class as well. While we might disagree with wether fascism has arrived or not, or are we in a state of illiberal democracy, as some in the video argued, most will agree that the US seem to be heading toward fascism rather than away from it. This is sad given the collective lessons the world learnt during the Nazi and War Periods.

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Have been on Descovy for 18 months or so and have gained 15 to 20 pounds. I called the clinic and was told that unwanted weight gain can be a side effect for some people on Descovy. I don't know other men on Descovy so I figured I'd reach out here. Have other men experienced weight gain on Descovy?

I'm enjoying this story and excellent story made really hot by the telling of the toxic load waiting to be given. Very hot!!

Good to know. Thanks for the heads up!

It's been just 29 hours, but I've had this cage on for another 4 hours today and I love it. This is still my hole-training blog, but I'm seriously considering leaving this on all waking hours* and seeing how horny I get by the time my new poppers get here so I can try wrecking my hole some more. *I tried napping this afternoon with it on. I did not nap well. It's too bulky for sleeping ... and no, I'm not buying a smaller cage. Yet.

For me Ed Hunter (again), Cutler X and my all time fav Lito Cruz

Very true!!!!

You can read that story here. Same title. I removed all my stories from Nifty after they removed one of my stories (and didn't tell me it just vanished) because it featured drug use. This from a site that has stories that heavily feature sex with kids. They claimed I violated a rule but then couldn't show me where that rule was listed (sex with kids IS a rule violation, if I recall correctly). Other drug related stories were left up. I came to the conclusion that I was dealing with one moderator who was a dick and wouldn't budge so I told them to go fuck themselves. Volunteer online orgs like Nifty can be colonized by assholes who like ruling over their little fief and if you violate their rule (spoken or not) they will get rid of you. The guy who runs bear411 is notorious for this. I'm told NastyKinkPigs is the same way. They won't even let you share your email with someone in a private message, which is creepy as fuck.

I think this is a good point. I am very very clear with people upfront that I'm only looking for sex or maybe a fuck buddy but I'm not interested in dating because my relationship doesn't allow for it. I'm also not interested in it. I have a husband, he's primary and I'm in love with him. I understand people can be in love with more than one person, but I choose not to do that. But hooking up doesn't require it. Fuck buddies can keep it light.