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My life has changed so much by now and people are treating me like I have the plague and I know these people my whole life. I really don't want to live here anymore as my parents are effected by what happen to me. We have a sit down and have long talk as I want to go back to high school and finish my education. The school board is saying shit that I could be a health hazard even thought I'm undetectable now. We decide that NYC is the place for me and my parents will support me wile I'm there and if I decide to go to College . I pack everything that I have they found a cheap place for me to stay for 1 month , then I will have to find something less expensive. After 2 weeks I'm settle in and will be starting back at high school. Looking for a place is not easy and the clock is running so I have do something fast. Craigslist advertises some shared rooms with rents that I could afford . I find one that has 3 guys who are looking for a fourth. They are going to college and they give me how this works and what it will cost and I think I can get by with it so I move in. Their ages run from 20-23 and they have hot bodies from what I can see so far. It's a 2 bedroom apartment and we share the bathroom and kitchen. School is easy but the expense is tight for me as it looks like my room mates must come from wealthy families. One of them ask if I'm ok and I open up to him, he does not seamed shock but hands me some money and tells me not to worry. A few days later he left his computer on and I just took a quick look and I see a picture of him on a Gay male site called Rentyboy. I go on to my computer and google what Rentyboy means in the Urban dictionary, It says a boy who sells him self or sells himself for crack. Now things are falling into place now why they have so much money and nice things. I say to my roommate later that I sorry for looking at his computer and saw the site. He is laughing , he did it on purpose and ask what do I think. As I told him me being kidnapped I have no problem with what he and the others are doing. He ask if I would like to make a little extra money. I do like sex and have not done anything in months and being horny seeing my roommate walk around half naked YES. A few days later he comes up to me and ask if I'm doing anything as he in a bind as his customer want to get fuck by 2 males, but his friend freak on him. I ask what I should bring he says just hard dick. We get to the hotel room and the guy we are going to top is in his late 40s with nice build. I can see there are 3 syringe on the table and 2 more without needles. When I get naked my roommate says I knew you were hung but not that big. The customer eyes are popping out of his head as I stand there with a ragging hard on. I walk right over to the customer grab his arm pick up the syringe tie off his arm find the spot see the flash of blood and slowly push the plunger in. With his arm over his head he is coughing and his eyes are bugging out. My roommate says he like it ruff so he starts to shoves his dick in the customer mouth wile I pick up another syringe without the needle and give him a booty bump and start to open up his hole with my fingers. Once my roommate dick is hard , we put customer on all fours and my roommate starts to fuck wile the customer starts to work on my dick. This guy is good at sucking dick and I like his tongue piercing. It's my turn and I can't believe how hard I'm am. He like it ruff well he gets it as my dick is right on his hole. I just slam my dick all the way in right to the balls and he is trying to move away but I climb right on top so he can’t get away from my assault and just fuck him as fast and as hard as I can as he is now really getting into it. When I explode and I do mean explode he says am I pissing in him and when I say NO he is saying this is the best fuck he's ever had. When I pull out my cum is dripping out of him like he had 20 loads in him. He reaches back with his hand and takes some of my load from his ass and takes to his mouth as he likes boy cum. He now on his knees cleaning my dick with his mouth and tongue. What we can't believe is I'm still hard and in a few minutes I'm ready to go again. My roommate is smiling as I climb back on top and start to fuck him again and this time as ruff as I can. My roommate ask me to stop but to leave my dick in him wile he slams this guy again. I can feel his body quiver and right after he cough I start again. I put 3 loads in him and my roommate 2 , right before we left I as my roommate where is the money he said he paid by PayPal. As we were about to leave he says he wants to see us again and gave my roommate some cash in his pocket and tells me I'm a star with that dick , he might be right as I'm still hard. We jump into a cab , at home he gives me the cash and its over $1000 and on PayPal another $2000 we split it. I can't believe I made $1500 in one evening. My roommate tells the others in our place what I did and I will make great addition. I now know I'm in the right place as they are all working boys and I understand how they can afford what they have maybe I can make it here and get into college so I won't have to move back home.

I went to a sex party on Saturday. It started with a fuck here and a fuck there until I ran up on this guy with a 9 inch cock who has a bit of a crush on me. He started fucking me and I sort of fell into a trance. It was as if we were the only two people there. He fucked me for what seemed like a half hour and pumped multiple loads into me. After a break, I continued to cruise the venue. I saw a top fucking a guy who had fucked me earlier in the evening. I looked the top dead in his eye and then fingered my hole so he could hear that my hole was full of hot sticky cum. He stopped fucking the guy he was with, pushed me down and started fucking me. The cum started to leak out. This made him even hotter. As I stood there bent over and high on poppers, he moved out of the way and a couple of other guys ran a train on me. I took each and every cock and they all added to the mix of DNA I was already carrying. Some of the guys who had seemed afraid of me earlier (I'm a big beefy guy) suddenly saw me there in the dark, ass up and they pounced. They fucked me without mercy. My last fuck of the night was a cute Italian dude. I wasn't really looking for another load, but when he saw how sloppy my hole was, he wanted to fuck. The guy who had fucked me for half an hour saw us and waited patiently for the Italian to seed me. He then filled me with one last load. I then called it a night. I was fucked at least 10 times that I can remember. I. Am. A. Pig. It's official.

Firstly, this is a true story although I might have changed a few names and to make it read OK, I can’t remember all the conversations so a bit of poetic license. The picture on my profile is me, hello, and I’m athletically fit and work out regularly with a good firm stomach and defined six pack. I’ve also got a nice eight inch uncut cock and smooth bubble butt (which I keep hairless as I love a smooth ass). I’m 31 and HIV positive and have been since November 2013 but my conversion was not an accident, rather it came about because I wanted to get bred in style, so to speak, and I specifically hoped I would to convert after playing at a BB party which was held in early August, 2013, and which was specifically hosted for those chasing. The party had been organised by Jeremy, (Jez), a 46 year old positive guy living in Acton in West London who advertised the party on BBRT. His profile specifically stated he was positive and that he had a high viral load. If you’ve ever requested a party invitation on BBRT you’ll know that if the guy isn’t online he may take some time to come back to you. So it was on this occasion. Although when I sent my request, there were already 30 odd guys who were listed as going. Perusing the list showed guys ranging in age from 24 to 56 and since this is the real world, they weren’t all super fit studs, (sadly) or more-or-less those with whom I would want to play, but there were definitely a few guys on there that floated my boat. One in particular, a 32 year old muscle hunk named Jamie was certainly fucking hot and dangerously positive. The party requirements were for neg bottom or versatile guys and for ideally poz guys with high viral load. Undetectable guys would be invited if there was space. The poz guys also needed to be top or versatile. The party acceptance list showed that there were about 16 poz guys going and 14 neg or no status on their profile, which, of course, could mean more poz guys. Either way it looked like good odds to get knocked up. And to me, well I’m a gay guy living in London. I moved here when I was in my late teens for University and ended up staying as I love the place. Not to mention it is great for a single gay slut boy like myself who needs it as often as he can and as dirty as he can, although to be fair I’d become more and more depraved as I gotten older. I’d been barebacking totally since I was 25 having had a few fuck buds I’d do it with before then. Then I just realised I loved it raw so sauna sex became all the easier as no one really bothered with rubber in there anyway. God knows how I managed to stay neg until 29, but I did. And I knew I had taken poz loads. In fact on those few occasions where I was being fucked by a guy who had either told me upfront that he was poz, or who was sporting the bio hazard tattoo, the sex was more thrilling than any I had had before. The thrill came from the specific danger that the top could change my life for ever. It was why I knew I needed to be pozzed: so I could breed too. A few days before the party, I still not had received an acceptance to my request, and I seriously thought about cancelling my request as I was playing over the likely scenario in my mind, which led to the question 'What the fucking hell was I doing?' But I didn’t cancel and the day before the party I (and another 20 or so guys) received an acceptance, so the prospective headcount was somewhere around 50 guys with the result I found myself hoping the host had a big house. Naturally I looked over the list of attendees, and to my pleasure I found quite a few by whom I wanted to be fucked. The guys ranged in age from 20 to 60, and about 60% were listed as poz, which led me to think 'We neg boys are gonna be fucked to death. Literally'. The party was an overnight affair starting on Saturday afternoon and finishing Sunday afternoon and so the day of the party I made sure my man cunt was douched thoroughly, and I also pre-stretched, using my biggest dildo. I took the tube and arrived at the party house at 2:00 PM, an hour before the official starting time of 3:00 PM. The party house was a huge Victorian semi-detached villa with at least four floors that I could see from the street. As I approached I found several other early arriving guests who were being checked-in by a man who was ticking off names on a clipboard. Although I had downed a couple of beers before I left my house, I sensed a bit of awkwardness, so I specifically greeted the guys who were waiting in line. The guy at the door was a cute lad, mid 20’s, athletic and dressed in shorts only so you could see his nice smooth chest and pert little nipples. He was friendly with a nice smile. “Profile name?” he asked, looking me over. “I’m Adame24” I said and he looked at his clipboard. “Yep got you” he said ticking my name off. “Neg boy” he said, smiling back at me. “Not for long, I hope,” I replied, returning his smile. “Make your way in and you’ll find the dining room on the left is the locker room. Take you kit off and store your clothing in a bag then head to the lounge. It’s naked only” he instructed. “Thanks” I replied stepping past him into the hallway. “I’ll check you out later” he said, winking at me. I grinned back as I walked through the door he had identified. I presumed from his last statement he was poz and without a doubt I looked forward to taking his load. I found three other guys getting undressed as I entered and they all looked at me and grinned as I started removing clothes. I followed the guys down the hall and towards the music and chatter. The house was very big and entering the lounge it seemed long and vast and quite full of naked guys. Even allowing for the fact that the party had 50 acceptances, you could reasonably expect some wouldn’t turn up but I’d have to say there was over 40 guys there. I didn’t really know where to go at first but I saw a large table set up with drinks so headed for it, and in route I got quite a few glances from the guys, even if when squeezing past the men, my cock was somewhat timid, even if I would say even if flaccid my cock was still impressive. There were all sorts of guys here and I scanned around looking for Jamie. I hadn’t yet seen him but I did spot a few other muscled up lads, the younger guys weren’t bad either especially one who looked like a teenager and was getting plenty of stares. Some of the older guys too were doing it for me although there were some that had plainly gone to seed but none were really fat so I guessed our host had been picky in his acceptances. I felt my ass being handled and turned to see a guy of my age, he had shaved head and short stubbly beard but his bod was as taught as mine. He was hot and, judging by his semi-erect cock, he had a big one. “Hey fella” he remarked in what sounded to be an Australian accent. “Hi, you okay?” I asked as I turned to face him. “That’s one fine ass,” he replied, grinning broadly. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” “You chasing?” “I am," I replied with a smile. “Superb, mate,” he said. I notice his cock was swelling-up as we talked. “You?” I asked suspecting he was about to say what I wanted to hear. “No mate, I’m gifting” he answered, giving me a welcoming smile. I smiled while my cock got hard. Before we could do anything about it the music suddenly went silent and someone cleared his throat loudly. “Guys could I have your attention please.” I looked over as the naked bodies parted to show our host, Jez, stark naked too with a massive dick hanging between a reasonably toned body. He was a fine looking Daddy type with nice pecs and some chest hair. “Guys, welcome to my house. I’m Jez and I’ve organised this weekend’s soirée to help out a few of my negative friends and also some of my positive ones. Firstly, I love breeding and here tonight are 28 like minded guys who love to breed and pass on their DNA.” There was a few ripples of nervous laughter as he paused. “We are also joined by 16 negative boys who are totally fucked up presumably and chasing positive loads,” he continued again with a smattering of laughter. “So for the rules. You may use all but the very top floor which is roped off. All the rooms and beds are made for whatever depraved fucking you want to get up to. If you’re into piss could you do that in the bathrooms and please, no scat tonight.” He said looking towards two guys who looked away at his stare. Presumably he knew something about them we didn’t. “There’s lube all-round the house and anyone found using a condom will be asked to politely fuck off. You'll find drinks in this room and also you’ll find a stash of Viagra, poppers, tooth brushes and weed in here. If you’ve got anything harder then please feel free although please don’t burn my house down. There are towels in all the bathrooms and please shower as often as you want. We have food in the kitchen so help yourself.” “So the main event: all you neg guys are bottom or versatile so please pick up a red arm band from the table so we know who you are. Everyone else is obviously a top. And so you know, every top is not only positive but has a high viral load. A few boys clinically have AIDs. There are no undetectable guys here. Neg boys, make sure you try and take everyone’s load before you revisit guys again. You can’t refuse a cock either so get pissed and high and get horny for us breeders. Dirtier the better please. Some of us tops are versatile and I can understand a top taking cock while waiting for his erection to 'recharge', but make sure you're a top, make sure you take cock from the versatile neg boys so as not to waste any charged loads on a poz lad. Finally, tonight is about converting 16 neg fuckers into breeders. We have our duty cut out for us, boys, so let’s get dirty.” With that he finished his introductory speech and there was a polite round of applause and cheers. I turned back to the table and saw a pile of red arm bands. Slowly guys were picking them up and I did too wearing it on my right arm, my badge of shame. Negative and ready to be deflowered. The Aussie top grabbed my ass again and turning we kissed hard as he gripped my now erect cock. “Let’s find some space” he said, pulling me by my cock. He tugged me, letting go as we made our way passed bodies to an inviting leather chair in the corner. Aussie sat down and with his now erect 7 inches of thick cock pointing up he pulled me down and we kissed again. He started to jack my cock but I went down on him and took him fully in my mouth devouring his thick manhood. I licked the precum off and worked him hard while he moaned and pushed my head down hard, face fucking me a little. After a while he told me he wanted to fuck me so I swivelled round taking some lube and fingering it up my hole and smearing his cock. I slowly lowered myself down onto him as he sat there. He pushed up to meet my cunt and I felt his cock slowly penetrate my ring. I’d stretched my hole well today so I easily slid down his dick feeling him inside me. I started to lift up then dropped back down as I felt him meet my rising and falling. His cock felt good and my own banged against my stomach as I fucked him, sniffing on a bottle of poppers. We did this for a few minutes but I wanted to kiss my top so I got off, turned and knelt my legs either side of him and slid back down onto him again. Now I could kiss him which we immediately did and Aussie boy started fucking me. It felt so good being fucked and I steadied myself on the arms of the chair as he plowed my cunt. He was grunting louder and louder, “You want my poz load bitch?” he grunted through thrusts. “Fuck me, poz me “, I moaned back. He suddenly went into overdrive and fucked me fast and deep before I felt him slow and groan loudly. He held me hard on his shaft as I felt his cock twitch in me. His highly toxic load was pumping deep in my guts. We kissed hard while he kept his cock inside me making sure I got every drop. Finally we broke the kiss and I got off him. I could feel drips coming down my leg and reaching down I wiped it up with my hand. Looking at the liquid on my fingers I licked them clean savouring his and my juices. “Dirty bitch” he said grinning at me. “Fuck you later” and with that he got up and walked off. I got back to the table and watched a number of guys fucking before I saw my next breeder coming towards me. It was a younger guy of early twenties and he wasn’t what you’d call fit but he was good looking and smooth. His cock looked to be 6 inches or so and quite thick. “Follow me” he said, which I did obligingly We walked out the lounge and upstairs, I could hear fucking going on everywhere with moans, grunts, smacking and screams audible from every direction. My next top led me to a small room which had two floor mats. Two guys were already on one fucking like mad and he pulled me down on the other. No small talk, he knew what he wanted and pushed me on my back, lifting my legs up to expose my hole. He had lubed his cock and was plunging it into me within moments. I lay back watching him fuck me, his face was emotionless and he stared into my eyes pumping in and out of me. I grabbed his face and pulled it down and we kissed hard, our tongues dueling together.“Fuck me baby.” I moaned at him biting his bottom lip. He doubled his efforts and was hammering away at me for ages. The two guys besides us had obviously cum and they got up only to be replaced by another couple. Usually I like plenty of positions if I’m being fucked this long but he seemed to like missionary best and after a while I could sense he was close. “You want my toxic cum?” he asked me through gritted teeth. “Yes baby” I replied “Breed me” He pumped what must have been a heavy load in my ass as he came with a long, loud moan, cumming hard. I could feel him inside me. We lay together for a few more minutes, his heart was pumping so fast and his cock stayed inside my cunt. Finally he got of me and without a kiss said, “Thanks” and left the room. I felt like such a slut but to the side I could see the two guys in their thirties fucking missionary too. I lay still and watched the guy on his back getting fucked and he saw me grinning with beckoning eyes. I moved over and we started kissing while the top was fucking him. He tasted of smoke but it was hot to French kiss him while his ass hole was being invaded by another lad. I heard the door open and looking up another guy had poked his head round, he saw my available ass hole and was down with me in moments. I carried on kissing the guy and felt my legs being lifted and a new cock invading my hole. This felt bigger and I turned to look at the guy now about to fuck me, he was 40's, OK build, bit hairy but clearly a good size cock on him. He also had a few bruises on his skin and deep sores which I guessed could mean he was one of the guys with Aids. I turned back to the lad being fucked and we continued kissing as I felt the first thrusts in me. For a few minutes we were both being fucked and I carried on with the hottie while being fucked by the older guy. The guy fucking him suddenly started groaning and slowed as he was clearly cumming in the guy’s ass. He grinned at us both and after a few moments pulled out and got up. The guy stayed on his back and pulled me into another kiss as my ass was getting a serious pounding now. This guy was doing a good job of stretching me and I was really enjoying his efforts. Finally after a few more minutes he started to slow and moan and looking round he came in me. I could feel his cock twitch as he dumped his load. “I hope you like Aids” he said as he pulled out of me. I looked round and thanked him as he left the two of us. “Lick me out” the guy lying next to me said. I grinned and went down on his sloppy ass hole, it was quite full of spunk and there was blood mixed in the residue dripping out. I feltched the guy. I do love licking loads out of used sloppy ass holes. He must have had a few loads in there as I got quite a mouth full. I didn’t swallow immediately and we ended up snowballing the toxic spluge together and sharing. “Do me” I said and he did the same for me, licking me clean. Again we kissed and snowballed. “You just bottom?” he said finally breaking the kiss. “No I top too” I said grinning back. “Cool lets meet later I’d love you inside me” he said and with that we kissed and got up, looking for more poz boys. I went back to the lounge and grabbed another beer, there were less guys in here now but still plenty of fucking going on. I grabbed another bottle of poppers and a tooth brush. The latter was there to rough the anal passage up so we’d bleed and help the virus invade our blood stream. I needed to know tonight was worth it so I decided to make certain. The rest of the afternoon and evening blurred into a right royal fuck session with various highs and a few lows. The highs were getting double penetrated by the host and his fuck slut boyfriend who turned about to be the fit lad on the door I’d met earlier. They were really hot and stretched me so wide on their big double bed. I got fucked by a nice toned black guy while I took a quick shower and was happy to down a few guys piss while they came in to use the toilet. Black cock fucking my ass and guys depositing their piss in my mouth. Of course I did get a bit spit roasted too. But the pièce de résistance came around 11pm when Jamie suddenly honed into view. I hadn’t seen this fucking stud all night so maybe he turned up late but he saw me, came straight towards me, grabbed me and we were kissing hard without saying a word to each other. His muscular arms were gripping me hard. I could feel his fat dick between us. “Come” he said in a deep voice. I got dragged to a bedroom and luckily the bed had just been vacated so he threw me backwards on the wet sheets. He pulled my legs up and went down on my exposed sloppy ass hole. His tongue was inside me faster than a ferret up a drain pipe. He was eating me out so good, with fingers invading me too. I wanked my cock as he rimmed me. Finally he came up for air, pulled me towards him roughly and then spat the spludge into my face and mouth. Then started licking it off before kissing me hard again. We shared it between us but this guy was in total control and was holding me down as he kissed me. He bit my lip too and was on my nipples painfully biting them. I like rough but this guy was going to be leaving marks, I could tell. His fat dick kept banging my stomach and I was so horny to feel it inside me but Jamie was in control of me. I gripped his tight and pert bum cheeks forcing him down onto me and lifting my legs to expose my cunt to his cock. He didn’t need asking twice, he pulled up, grabbed my legs and pushed them towards my chest, then aimed his fat dick at my hole and pushed straight in. He didn’t even wait and luckily I was loose enough to accommodate him, just. He still hurt though and I actually screamed out. “Shut it bitch” he commanded and I fell silent and bit my lip. He went into hammer drive pretty quickly too and was fucking me deep and fast. I just about kept up but since he was slapping my face and squeezing my throat, slowly shutting of my oxygen, I had other things to think about too. I was so turned on and honestly a little scared but too horny to care. He kept on plowing my ass hard and although I was having difficulty drawing breath I was enjoying it so much. He finally let go of my throat so I could breathe then pulled out. Flipped me over on my front and dragged me onto all fours towards his cock then plowed back into me and carried on fucking me. He got deeper if anything and I was in heaven as he hit all my spots. I heard the door open and some guys came in but Jamie told them to watch only or fuck off. It seemed I was his bitch and he didn’t want to share. The guys stayed and watched Jamie continued to pummel my cunt and was slapping my ass so hard, I knew I’d have hand marks for weeks. No word of a lie, over the next hour ish, he fucked me in so many positions taking ages to cum. He was amazing and just kept going, we did get a bit of an audience although I noticed it turned into guys fucking around us. When he eventually came I was riding him on his back as he practically pulled my nipples off. He groaned loudly as he pumped his jizz in me and I crashed down on his cock to squeeze every drop out of him. It was the most amazing fuck and honestly he’s up there as one of the best tops I ever fucked. A real stallion. I collapsed on top of his sweaty body and lay there feeling him breathing fast. He pulled my face to his and we kissed long and hard again. Now that he’d cum he’d turned into a lover boy and we lay kissing for ages, feeling each other. Finally I got off his dick which was still in me. He was still hard too but the rules said we had to take cock from everyone before repeats. I must admit I was ready to go again but he pushed me off and said later. I was a bit disappointed but only for a micro second as two other guys were clambering on the bed next to me and were clearly about to rape me too. I kept fucking until about 5am but there were a few guys flagging by now with couples snoozing together after presumably fucking first. I think I’d had about 15 loads by now and had cum a few times. I’d used the tooth brush to rough up my ass a couple of times too or if truth be told I’d used any I found lying around of which they all had blood on them already. My cunt was certainly loose and sore by now but I saw a space on the settee in the lounge and sat down for a quick nap. No sooner had I closed my eyes than my cock was being sucked and looking down I saw the guy I’d feltched earlier staring up at me with his lips round my shaft. He had a couple of fingers in my cunt too but I knew he wanted to ride me and after a while of sucking me he knelt over me and slid down on my cock. I hadn’t topped all night so it felt great to fuck him. We kissed loads and I liked gripping his throat and squeezing as I tweaked his nipples hard. He didn’t complain and we fucked for ages. I got him on all fours at one point and was slapping his ass with gay abandon. After finally dumping my load down his throat, as he wanted to taste me, we collapsed in a hot sweaty mass and ended up sleeping together for a while. I woke up with him at 8 and he kissed me and left to find someone else to breed him. I got some quick breakfast and couldn’t even manage that without getting a blow job from a cute 20 year old lad who was neg too. I told him to take his arm band off and we found a spot so I could fuck him, he was just too cute to resist. The rest of the morning I needed to make sure I got a few more loads and I couldn’t remember everyone who’d fucked me (with a few exceptions) so I just took what came my way. Now that’s a real slut for you! I took another six loads by midday but there was a definite air of finality by now as I suspected the tops were tiring and so by 2pm Jez called to everyone to come back to the lounge and slowly guys did. “OK guys, we’ll call it a day. All you neg boys please let me know your test results and I’ll post to everyone to see how many we converted. I hope you all get what you deserve you dirty fuckers” he said grinning. There was another round of applause and that was that. So here’s the thing, I know I took two dirty loads a week before the party. Yep I should probably have said that at the beginning but in my book it was this party that changed my life. Three weeks later I actually got fuck flu which I thought was a myth but I was ill for a week and sweated so bad. My glands were swollen for ages, I just couldn’t get right. I got tested in October and got a text message from the clinic on November 12th 2013 to say I was positive. Epilogue – Happy to say I met up with Jamie again and again and again. He’s so fucking hot. I’m also breeding my pretty little ass off although I’m currently undetectable.

[Disclaimer: this will read like a personal diary] It's December now. I know seasonal depression is a common problem that can affect anyone; not just poz. But as a gay guy, living with HIV largely in private, selectively out / partially closeted, somewhat of a bb sex addict and single, the holidays are a lonely, difficult time for me. Last year was particularly bad. First holidays after being poz. On Christmas day, I remember being alone, everything in the city was closed, and everyone I knew was away or had other plans. I actually spent most of New Year's Eve on BBRT, trying to find tops to hook up with, thinking it would make me feel better and forget my troubles. But that was all wrong. I was an emotional wreck. I'm lucky that I wasn't around drugs. It's now a year later and not much has changed. I'm still single and poz. My family doesn't know. I still struggle with loneliness. I don't have a close circle of friends who know exactly what I'm going through. But what I can change this year is my approach. Despite what I don't have, the holidays can be an opportunity to focus on myself and appreciate what I do have. In this spirit, I say to anyone out there who feels alone, left out or anxious about this time of year: please be good to yourself first, don't put all your attention on what others are doing during Christmas. Spend this time the way you want to. Filter out the noise. Eat well and sleep when it's time. Treat yourself every day (for me, my holiday ritual became a simple hot chocolate every evening). Go for a walk or see a movie. If you're going to a Christmas or NYE party, don't put all your energy into this one day. Pace yourself. Volunteer for an organization or help people who are less fortunate than you. Reach out and connect in new ways. Turn off Facebook. Stay in touch with those around you, but don't compare your life with posts and Instagram pictures you see online. Accept the fact that some days will feel worse than others. Take care of yourself. Also, if you think you have signs of depression heading into the winter, consider talking to your doctor. He/she can actually help and make a difference. tl/dr : Be good to yourself.

I'm out of town on business and horny for some dick in my ass. It's been over a week since I've been seeded. I posted on Craigslist that I wanted to suck some dick and then bend over and take a hard cock in my ass. I posted my kik contact info in my ad. About 10 minutes after my ad posted, I got a kik message from a guy that said he was staying at a hotel near my hotel. He described himself as a bi, married, black guy. 46, 6'5", 260 with a 9" uncut bbc. YUM..!!! He didn't need to ask me twice. I replied with my room number and told him I would be ready for him. He was knocking on my door 20 minutes later. He was indeed just as he had described. And those 9"s of bbc were for real. Not just "internet inches". He took his pants and shoes off, standing before me with a semi hard dick. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on his foreskin. He seemed to like that. After just a few minutes, he was rock hard in my mouth. He then sat on the edge of the bed and I continued to suck his beautiful cock. I licked down to his balls. He groaned in approval. I licked and sucked his balls, then under his balls. He rolled back onto the bed and lifted his legs. I knew what he wanted. I licked down to his ass and flicked my tongue across it. An even bigger moan came from him. He pulled his legs to his chest and I ate his ass. He was loving it. Then he rolled over so that he was on his knees on the edge of the bed. I buried my face in his ass and ate like there was no tomorrow. He was grinding his ass in my face as I slid my tongue deep up inside his hole. Then he rolled back onto his back to feed me his cock again. I was doing the best I could to take his cock as far back in my throat as I could. He was loving it. I came up for air and asked him if he fucked? I really wanted his 9", thick, bbc in my ass. He said, "Sometimes". "But suck me off first. Then I'll fuck you". That gave me all the encouragement I needed to get him to cum in my mouth. I went to work, giving him the best throat fuck I could possibly give him. He moaning let me know I was doing what he liked. About 6 minutes of continual cocksucking resulted in him arching his back and filling my mouth with his sweet load. I sucked every last drop I could get from him. He softened a bit. But I continued to suck. He didn't soften completely. But was only partially hard. Damn! I was worried he may not stay hard enough to fuck me. I really wanted him in me. But I continued to suck and lick both his cock and balls. Finally he started to harden again. I came up off his cock and asked, "Will you fuck me"? "Got a condom", he asked? Damn! I wanted him in me bare. But, I was willing to take him covered, just to have him fuck me. "Yes, I've got condoms", I said. I reached for my "Fuck Kit" that I had on the nightstand. I pulled out some condoms and lube. I fumbled through them, trying to find a Magnum size for his bbc. Damn! I didn't have any. Just regular size. I handed him a condom as I lubed up my ass. I normally just like spit for lube. But with a cock his size, and with a condom, I was going to need some lube. He ripped open the package and tried to squeeze the condom onto his rock hard cock. He was just too thick. It wasn't going to roll down onto his cock. "This isn't working, Dude", he said. "I'm really ok if you want to fuck me bareback", I said. "I don't normally fuck raw. But you've got me too fuckin' horny to stop now", he said as he stepped up behind me. I was kneeling on the edge of the bed. He lubed up his cock and started to press into me. Oh, fuck! It was big. I took a huge sniff of poppers. He had a couple of inches in me and I asked him to just hold it there, so I could adjust to his size. He did. And I continued to sniff the poppers. Finally I began to press back onto him. He then grabbed me around the waist and pushed further into me. It was hurting, but I was determined to take it all in me. I kept sniffing and sniffing the poppers. Finally I could feel his balls against mine. He was all the way in me. He held it there as I adjusted to it. Then he began to fuck me. "Damn, you've got a tight pussy", he grunted as he pumped his cock into me. He then began to slam into me. I let out grunting noises as he pounded me. My ass continued to relax and it was feeling good now to have him pound my ass. Then he put one leg up on the bed, giving him an angle to get in deeper in my hole. Holy Fuck..!!! This bbc was feeling amazing. This is just the type of fuck I love. He then changed and put his other leg up on the edge of the bed and pounded into me from the other direction. Then he pushed me further up on the bed and he knelt behind me. Pounding hard and deep with his rock hard 9" black cock. "You like this black dick", he asked? "Fuck, Yeah", I replied. He pushed me flat onto the bed and layed on top of me. Pounding hard and deep. About 10 minutes of fucking then he let out a loud groan. He slammed into me and his body began to shake. He was filling my ass with his load. I milked his cock with my ass. Hoping to get every last drop inside me. He pulled out much too quickly and went into the bathroom to wash off. I took the towel I had left on the nightstand and wiped myself off. When he came out, I told him that was an awesome fuck. I asked him where home was for him? "Las Vegas", he said. I laughed. "I live in Vegas, too". We found out we live on opposite sides of the valley. But I told him that I'll get a cheep hotel room some day in his part of town, and we can fuck our brains out when we're both back home in Las Vegas. He messaged me a few times on his walk back to his hotel. He promised he wanted to fuck my white ass as often as he could. He loved fucking white pussy. And hadn't found a white guy that could take as hard and as deep of a pounding as I could take. His cum is dripping from my ass as I'm typing this. I can not wait to feel him inside me again.

Part 3 He remained on top of me while he texted away for a few minutes, often smirking and chuckling at either something he’d written or received from whoever it was on the other end. It was starting to make me nervous again, and I was becoming more aware of how sore my butt was. It felt very wet and I was sure that cum and possibly blood was leaking out of my hole onto the plastic sheet. Feeling my slimy butt cheeks sliding around on the plastic under his weight once again got the better of me and my dick sprang to life, bouncing against his bare ass. “Don’t even think about it, fucker,” he glared down at me. “You’re here to get used, not the other way around.” “Who are you texting?” I asked meekly. “Just a handful of guys that I used to party with when I did a little time,” he said playfully, tossing his phone onto his little pile of discarded clothing. Great, sex starved ex-cons. I think I’m definitely going to die tonight. Just then I heard the creaking of the big outer door swinging open and then slamming shut. With some luck it would be a worker and not one of his buddies. Wrong. "You got here fast," Mr. Mean said. "I was just having a beer around the corner," new guy replied, then whistled loudly. “Well, well, well, what did you get yourself?” “I got us a little faggot to play with for the night,” Mr. Mean told him, finally raising himself up off of me to go over and give his prison buddy the playful guy shoulder slapping hug. “I want at him,” the new guy was saying, already taking his clothes off. Thankfully he was more average in build, probably only an inch or two taller than me, but stocky, with a nice looking cock that wasn’t too long but had a respectable thickness. He kind of wandered around the warehouse for a couple of minutes and came back with a handful of fruit. Was he hungry for a snack before taking his turn on me? Evidently I was his snack, and the fruit . . . well I had no idea the plan for that. Average guy climbed down behind me, grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over onto my stomach, and whistled again when he looked down between my spread legs and saw the mess leaking out of me. “How many loads did you shoot in this guy? Look at all the fucking cum running out of that sloppy kunt,” he said to Mr. Mean. “Only one. He had a big load in him from someone else, but I made him push it out and eat it up while I fucked him,” he replied. “Ha! A real fucking cum slut!” Average guy marvelled. “Is he poz? Cuz that’s all he’s gonna get tonight,” he added, leaning down close to my left ear. “You like taking toxic cum up that greedy whore kunt?” I didn’t know if I should answer or not, but when he slapped my ass a few times really hard, I knew I had to go along with it. “Yes, I love that toxic cum in me!” “Good faggot,” he grumbled. And then I felt something going up my ass, but it wasn’t his dick. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that he was stuffing a peeled banana up my ass. What the hell is this guy into? When the banana was all the way in, he climbed between my legs and stuck his dick in too, and wasted no time pounding the hell out of my ass. I was grateful that he wasn’t monster-hung, but with the banana up there already, I felt full. His fucking went on for quite a while, with Mr. Mean laughing and shouting encouraging words for his buddy while he used me like some kind of fruit salad fuck doll. He wasn't a gentle fucker, and he relentlessly pounded both that banana and my ass to mush. I didn’t feel him shooting in me since the banana was filling my hole up, but I definitely heard him grunting as it lead up to it. “Take it, take it, take my fucking poz cum up that whore kunt!” he yelled, slamming so hard into me that my own cock, which had been sliding around in that pool of cum on the plastic, shot off beneath me. He must have felt it with my ass going into spasms around his tool. “You fucking whore! Who told you that you could cum?!” he yelled, slapping my ass hard. He yanked his cock out of me really rough and it made a really sloppy wet sound, and then I could feel his breath on my hole. In a matter of seconds he was diving deep up my hole, hungrily eating all of his load and that banana out. I have to say that it felt heavenly. Just as he was finishing his snack, I heard the door again, and in walked a big black dude, about the same size and build as Mr. Mean. They exchanged quick hugs and he began stripping. “I got to make this quick. I’ve got a 30 minute break and wasted 10 getting here.” He was on me in a flash, stuffing his big black cock into my now vacant hole. It was a very tight fit, but he managed to get about half way in me before my tortured hole blocked him. “Come on, take it you fuckin’ whore,” he grunted, rutting his hips hard, eventually busting through and I felt his big low hanging balls resting against my own balls. I felt fully stuffed once again. He held there only for a few seconds, giving me time to take a couple of deep breaths, and then he hauled back and began slamming me. He kept up a steady pound, over and over, his hips slapping into my quivering butt cheeks and making wet smacking sounds, and me grunting every time he hit bottom. He kept it steady, didn’t change positions, didn’t slow down, just smack, smack, smack, deep dicking me with every stroke, until he gritted his teeth, growled, and hissed in my ear, “Take this fucking load, goddamned fucking whore! Take my poz cum! Going to give you that AIDS!”. And then his dick swelled over and over inside me and I could feel his big black cock spray painting my insides with his toxic seed. He kept his dick in me while he caught his breath, then eased it out, and then told me, “Keep that fucking load up your ass, bitch. My swimmers have some work to do in there. We’re going to get you fucking pregnant,” he laughed, now pulling on his clothes. As he was heading out the door, I heard him greeting someone else on their way in. Seconds later I couldn’t believe my eyes . . . Part 4 -the final installment, to follow very soon.

I've been super neglectful about recounting my load taking adventures on here - and there have been many loads in the past few months - but I'll share my first gang bang story. Set up my first gang bang in Long Beach - a little away from home to capitalize on some new cock. Posted ads on BBRT and CL and had about 25 guys RSVP. Got everything prepared when the first guy hit me up an hour before we were to begin. He wanted to be first and he wanted to cum now. I was already cleaned out so I told him to head over. I positioned myself ass up face down on the bed with a blindfold on when I heard the door open. All I heard was "Nice" and his zipper come down and pants hit the floor. Next thing I know - he's pushing into me. Take a big hit of poppers and he's balls deep. Nice sized cock - about 7 inches - he fucks me for about 5 minutes and whispers in my ear that he's shooting. He pulls out and tells me he hasn't cum in about a week and that I should be nice and lubed up for the night. An hour later - the gang bang starts up proper. A latino guy comes and fucks me nice and hard and long - in between his fucks - a smallish Asian guy fucks me too. His dick was a lot smaller but felt good - and he shoots a big load that I can actually feel in my stretched out hole. Latino guy gets back in and churns up the load and I hear the door open and close a few more times. A hairy daddy positions himself under me while the latino guy is fucking me - and I suck him til he is rock hard. The two of them tag team my ass until the both shoot their massive loads. I can feel hands on my ass and fingers up my hole and tongues trying to fish out the cum. A few more guys come and go - nothing spectacular - but a load is a load for a cumpig! Then I hear a guy come in - I can't help myself and take a peek - it is a super hot black dude - about 6'5" and built. He starts feeling me up and he positions the head of his dick at my hole. He keeps saying how nice and cummy it is and how much he loves fucking a beefy cummy asian hole. I feel him push in and I cannot believe how thick this guy is! He keeps sliding in and I start to think it will never bottom out. I huff the poppers for my life - and he finally bottoms out. He must have been 10 inches and massively thick. He fucks me long and hard - pulling all the way out and slamming back in - saying how good of a slut I am and how most guys can't take it. Well - this hole was made for deep dicking - so I please him the best I can. He gives me his load (and number) and leaves. Throughout the night - more guys come and go - and it all just becomes a blur. I don't party at all - but the sheer amount of dick I took and cum in my ass made me feel high. I completely lost count of the guys and the loads until it was over and I turned the lights on. I had a sharpie on the table next to me for guys to mark off their loads. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror - 14 marks. 14 loads in about 2 and a half hours. Satisfied cumpig. When I finally pushed out the cum to see how much I had in there - it poured out of me. Looking forward to my next group session!

It was Friday night the day before Halloween I was cruising the personal ads on Craigslist I had not been with a guy in almost a year I been in a long term relationship with a girl since right before Christmas last year so I was trying to be the good boyfriend and be faithful to her that all went out the window a few days ago when I found out she had been cheating on me for the past 2 months so I was looking for someone to have some fun with hadn't been looking long when I saw ad "Looking for a third for a hot fun Threesome m4m." I clicked the ad it described a mid fortys guy who is white guy 6 foot 2 bald head and a blonde goatee thick 8 inch uncut cock. And other guy was 33 black guy who was versatile 6 foot 1 175 lbs with a 9 inch cut cock. After reading I was definitely interested so I fired off a email telling my stats which were "5'9 155 lbs bottom with Brown hair blue eyes 6 1/2 inch cut cock." A few min later I got a reply it was a picture of them standing side by side both cocks hanging soft but they were both fucking hung underneath the picture it had a phone number saying text us a pic so I text a body pic and a cock pic and a picture of my backside in mirror showing my ass to them. We text back and forth for a little while I told them I loved sucking and deepthroating they asked how I felt about black guys and I told them interracial was one of my turnons. In reality all I had been able to think about for past few days was a black guy. The guy my girl had been cheating on me with was a black dude I had only seen a couple times in my life he had sold me and her weed a couple times the thought of him plowing her pussy wouldn't leave my brain. I told them the truth i had never been with black guy I had only been with 2 guys ever and both were mid age white guys with very average dicks. "Do you want to party with us? " (I had No idea there definition of party.) I replied sure have you got a place I don't like drinking and driving.They replied with a hotel address and room number I looked it up they were nearly an hour from my place. I said cool I will get showered and be there around 8 so I showered shaved all my pubes and my nuts and shaved my asshole and butt cheeks smooth done 2 water enemas and then sprayed the two melon douches (my girl had left under the sink) up into my hole and let them drain out not seeing anything but clear I knew I was completely clean I put on jeans and button up long sleeve and headed there way stopped at pharmacy and grabbed a box of trojans variety pack drove all way there excited and nervous as hell I get there knocked on door.I saw white guy first standing completely naked in front of me and black guy was sitting nude on 1 of the 2 queen sized beds with a laptop in front of him playing porn. I felt my shirt unbuttoned as the white guy started stripping me he said take off your pants my face turned red as I unzipped them and they fell to the floor I hadn't wore my boxers but instead wore a tiny pink and blue thong that was hers they both looked and black guy said he wants fucked bad as the guy in front me said are you gonna be our slut for the night I said in a quite voice "yes" he said good pouring me a double shot of wild turkey turk 101 I downed it gagging a little as I swallowed it and he poured me another and said can you handle another I took a breath and down it went he started running his hand over his cock it was first good look I got of it he had so much girth he was about as big around as my wrist and he kept pushing the head out of his foreskin it was big as hell I dropped to my knees and started licking his shaft and feeling his cock get firm in my mouth I could only suck about half cause my mouth wouldn't open wide enough to take it all he said you going to let us both fuck your cute little hole I shook head yes with a cock muffled uh huh his dick was so fucking big I knew it was going to hurt like hell I stopped sucking and grabbed the wild turkey bottle taking as much as I could without puking and stood up making my way to the empty bed as the black guy moved over beside me and I felt him pushing my head down to his dick he was already hard and Damn he had a fucking long skinny Cock I put my mouth on it as he rammed it to the back of my throat holding me down on it as I fought for air and choked feeling the head of his dick pushing into my throat I finally got a breath then dove my head back on him feeling how hot he was throat fucking me I felt the thong I was wearing slide off my butt and off me completely the white guy said Damn his ass is smooth as baby butt I felt him pull apart my cheeks and he put his tounge to my hole and then inside as I squirmed around trying to get a breath."God Damn he's tight" he said as he put his finger in my ass and pulled it out asking if I liked that I was to busy bobbing my head up and down on his black cock to answer him my head was spinning from the booze he said "do you " I pulled mouth off saying"yes" loudly then he got off bed and I kept sucking his hot black dick he pulled my head off putting me on my hands and knees as the white guy took his spot he said I wanna see his little hole I felt the white uncut cock hit my face and I started giving him head he was hard as a rock I thought in my head I really hope that he don't try to fuck me first with this thick ass cock so I pulled my mouth off looking back at black guy who was getting something from his drawer and said I got condoms beside my pants he said oh okay grabbing the box and opening them I kept sucking the entire room felt spinny I was buzzing good and I was ready to get fucked I felt him spread my legs and get between them his finger pushed into my asshole as he said "Damn really fucking tight" he squeezed some lube at top my hole I felt it running over my hole I pushed my butt a little higher in air when I felt him put his cock head barely in me my hole cramped and I pulled away as the white guy held my arms down to the bed the black guy said I'm going to use the rest of this bag of tina we have another sack he said that's about half a gram in that one as he said that I felt him pushing his finger deep as it would go inside my ass then pulled out and quickly shoving it back in it was burning like nothing I've ever felt I was trying to squirm free but wasn't able to I felt his cock head on my hole as he pushed his black dick into me he fucked my hole in and out really fast for first several minutes then pushed as deep as he could and held it there the burning finally stopped as I lifted my head and started licking the white guys balls feeling him smack my face with his hard cock then all at once he pulled his cock from my hole I moaned uncontrollably and tried to back my ass up on his dick he said Hell yea he wants more cock already I looked back seeing him with a kids medicine syringe completely full of liquid he put the syringe deep into my hole and pushed all the liquid way inside my stomach it burned as bad as first but the pain went away much quicker he got back on the bed behind me and said "you want this black cock "? Yes please fuck me! !" He got beside white guy and put his cock to my mouth I started deepthroating him I could taste the bitter tina on his cock the white guy reached into the drawer stepped off the bed to my backside and I didn't see him for several minutes I was reaching my arm around to my asshole ramming 3 fingers in and out finger fucking myself then all at once he grabbed my arm I was holding myself up with and I fell chest first on the bed he was sitting on my left arm with his back turned towards me so I couldn't see anything then he said be really still and I felt a pinch in the bend of my arm and he said "I got it in " then he got off my arm and stood up and Whoosh I coughed three or four hard times and felt my heart pounding in my chest then my balls felt like they were on fire for several seconds and that's when it hit my booty hole it felt like it got fire hot and then was soaking wet I opened my eyes and I couldn't focus them they were bouncing side to side so fucking fast the white guy got behind me and saw me fingering myself and I felt his cock hit my hand he said is that what you want still with cock in my mouth I shook head moaning yes he said I'm want to fuck your hot man pussy! I replied please take me it's all yours daddy fuck me HARD he flipped me over on my back and kept my ass hanging off the bed my entire body was sweating and quivering I could feel my hole pouring it was unbearable not to have anything fucking me I looked up at him and couldn't focus my eyes at all I tried to see his face and couldn't but I said please please fuck my hole he pushed my legs over my head and his uncut cock was rock hard he held my ankles and shoved his cock into my hole smacking his low hanging balls against my ass I screamed out in pain and exctacy as he pounded over and over fucking me with all 8 in of his uncut thick man meat he kept punishing my hole I was trying to get my dick to get hard but it was almost non existent. that's when the black guy started throat fucking me I was choking and still getting my asshole destroyed he ask white guy how much Tina did you slam him with he said we booty bumped him .7 and I slammed him with a .6 well the D boys are going to be here in about an hour with more he said there is still about 3 grams in the drawer the black guy said something to white guy I couldn't hear and he pulled his cock out of me and said you liked that slam didn't you I said yes I've never felt anything that intense he said when the D boys get here we will fix you another good one if you will let the 3 of them gangbang you and we still going to fuck you till they get here I was still high as fuck and wanting more cock I said if they want I will give it a try we stopped fucking for few min to get drinks etc I checked my phone and my ex girl had text me asking what I was getting into?

Couple days after I loaded the hot bear bottom with my sperm, I was horny and really needed hole before Thanksgiving. Didn't look too promising but I hit the jackpot some hungry cumdump college boy hit me up and begged me for my dick and loads. He sent me some pics of his hole and man it was fine. Tight, covered in fur, nice pink pussy. How could I refuse? College boys are so cum hungry I love it! He told me where he was, & I drove to campus which was pretty empty thank goodness many must have already left for the holiday. Parked and could hardly contain my excitement walking to his dorm. He met me in the lobby in a tee and shorts he had to check me in. We didn't say a word much on the way up. We got naked & I ate his hot juicy hole and plowed him deep. He kept begging for more cock & my loads. I think people in the hall heard us but I didn't care. He had one of the hottest juciest holes I've had. I dumped 3 loads in him over about 2 hours and he came all over himself. Was very hot! I hope he'll be a repeat. Great hole & super nice guy. I can't get enough of breeding these hot furry cumdumps!

Hey guys, I just had an unexpected and random encounter I thought I'd share with you. I had dinner with two girlfriends at a place called the Turkish Grill on Queens Blvd and 42nd in Queens, New York. The food was amazing, but more interesting was the waiter, a young Turkish-American guy, maybe 25 years old, lean and muscular with spiky black punk hair, dark middle-eastern facial scruff, tight black pants that showed a nice crotch and perky soccer ass, and a sly smile. All through dinner, he kept shooting me glances, but each time I looked back at him he gave me a kind of contemptuous stare, as if he knew I was a fag and he hated me. At the end of the meal, he brought us Turkish coffee, which is very thick and has a lot of 'mud' at the bottom. I commented on it, and he offered to show me how they make it. I demurred, not being sure what I was getting myself into, and thinking I didn't want to make a scene in case I came onto him and he decided to yell at me or something. After we paid and were getting ready to leave the restaurant, I headed to the bathroom. In front of the bathroom door are stairs going down to the basement, and I saw the sexy Turkish waiter standing a few steps down, looking at me. He raised a finger and gestured for me to come toward him, then pointed down the stairs. He took a few steps down and turned back to see if I was following. Again he gestured for me to follow him, so I did. As soon as we were in the basement, which was mostly dark, dirty, and smelled of rotting vegetables, he put one hand on his crotch and, with the other, pointed at it, as if telling me that's where my attention belonged. I took a step closer to him, and leaned in close to his face, intending to kiss him. But as I moved in, I felt a hand on my shoulder pushing me down with enough force that I didn't try to fight back. I sunk to my knees on the filthy cement floor as his other hand unzipped his fly and yanked on the belt to open it. Within a few seconds, a very hot and veiny cut cock came into view, dark-skinned and surrounded by black wiry hairs, with the glisten of precum at the tip. I knew we had to be fast as my friends were waiting, and he probably had other tables to attend to. I thought I could blow him quickly, get my reward, and be out of there within three minutes. But as soon as my lips encircled the head of his cock, I felt both of his hands take me by the ears, and his cock started piledriving my throat. I was only about 8 inches, and not the thickest I'd taken, but the way he was digging it deep into my throat made me start to gag. And each time he felt my throat spasm around his cock, he stuck it in deeper, digging and burrowing into the soft folds of tissue inside of me. After gagging maybe a dozen time, my eyes tearing and my nose running freely with clear snot, I finally did the worst and threw up a little into my throat. He looked down and me and ordered, "Swallow it!" I did, his cock still in my mouth, and as he felt me swallow, he slammed back into me. Wth a few seconds I had gagged again, and vomited more this time, my whole mouth filling with it. Again he ordered, "Swallow it, faggot!" And I did, the head of his cock still between my lips. Disgusting, I know, but that's what happend. Then he commanded, "Drop your pants." So I spit out his cock, covered in my slime and snot and tears, and opened my belt, pulling out my hard dick and balls. "Don't show me your dick bitch. Bend the fuck over!" So I did. For a second he put both hands into my crack, feeling the hole. I heard a sniff, as if he was checking his fingers to find out if I was clean. Of course I usually douche when I'm going out, just in case of a situation like this, and I was not only clean but also fairly well lubed. He reached his hand around to my face and, after wiping at the snot pouring out of my nose from the brutal facefucking, put his hand in front of my mouth and ordered, "Spit." He used my own snot and spit to lube his cock, and without any warning at all, slammed into my ass as brutally as he'd fucked my throat. I gasped instinctive, and loudly I guess, and instantly felt his fist crack into the back of my head. "Shut the fuck up! If you make a single sound I will kick the shit out of you!" he hissed at me in a very loud whisper. For about two minutes he slammed into me without mercy, each thrust resulting in the slapping sound of flesh on flesh, as I held onto the side of a shelving unit for support, the boxes and cans rattling and shifting as the wire shelves and I were rocked by his brutal fucking. And then I heard his gasp -- a massive intake of breath as both his hands grasped my hips and he drove so deep into me I could feel the heat of his swelling cockhead in my guts. In complete silence, he jerked and spasmed maybe six times, holding me completely still with total force as his hot seed rushed into my ass. As I felt his cock start to withdraw from me, I straightened up, using the shelves to come up from my bent-over position. By the time I had turned around, he had his back to me, and was reaching down to pull up bis briefs and pants, which were down around his shoes after the violent fuck. I was surprised to see, in black ink on his right butt cheek, a tattoo I've seen many times, and fantasized about getting for myself. I have jerked off many times daydreaming about taking the cum of a dude with a biohazard tattoo, and now I could see I'd just been fucked savagely and bred by one. Before I could say anything, he grabbed his pants, yanked them up, and ran up the stairs two at a time while tucking his shirt into his waistband and cinching his belt. Within a minute, I made my way upstairs and into the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. Then, with some trepidation, out into the restaurant to look for my friends. The waiter had his back to me as I came out, and it was clear he was avoiding me. So I left. I found my friends outside, both talking on their cell phones, and we ambled off to the subway station, them to their boyfriends, and me to my apartment alone to finger myself and eat the waiter's cum from my hole while I jerked off remembering every detail of our encounter.

HIRO Joey opened his eyes and studied the handsome black man’s face next to him. As Joey studied James’ sexy face, Joey started to get aroused once again. Joey tried to free his slim white body from the strong arms that were wrapped around his body. As Joey squirmed in James embrace, their bodies brushed against each other and James cock started to respond to the sensation of having Joey’s smooth skin rubbing on it. Joey felt the hard cock and couldn’t resist the temptation to get it inside of him once again. He deep throated the hard black cock and started to let his saliva flow out of his mouth coating the black cock for few minutes. Then Joey positioned his body over the majestic black cock and lowered his white body on it. Joey took his time lowering his body at first until he took all of it inside of him. He waited few minutes til his inside relaxed enough to accommodate James. Then he ground his ass on James in small circles to have his own inside walls be well stretched by the monster black cock inside of him. Joey started to pinch his own nipples hard as he started to bounce his body faster and wilder on the cock. Joey was lost in sexual bliss as he fucked himself deep and hard on James’ huge monster cock for a long time. Joey’s own cock sprayed cum all over James’ chest but Joey kept on riding James until he was startled by another man bending in front of him to lick up the cum from James chest. Joey fell off James’ cock which popped out of him with a loud “pop” leaving his hole gaping open. It took few seconds before Joey recognized the man was Julio who has came into the apartment while Joey was fucking himself to oblivion. Julio reached for James’ cock and pushed it back into Joey’s gaping hole. Joey resumed his riding of James cock while Julio moved his mouth over James’ left nipple. Then a handsome Asian man appeared to cover the other nipple with his lips. “This is Hiro” Julio said while he continued biting on James’ nipple. Hiro turned his face to make eye contact with Joey and they exchanged a smile before they turned their attention back to sex. As he bounced high on James’ cock, Joey saw James eyes observing the three of them pleasuring his body at the same time. James put his arms behind his head and took his pleasure from three men for a while. Then he pushed the men working on his nipples and held Joey’s body close to his before he stood up. He carried Joey to the bathroom impaled on his cock and stepped into the tub. Julio and Hiro followed them and both stood by the side of the tub. James bent his body forward and put Joey’s body on the bottom of the tub folded in half. Joey looked up to James and they both locked eyes as James’ cock started to pulse inside of Joey. Soon Joey started to feel burning deep inside of him and he could see his flat stomach bulging out as James filled it with his hot piss. Joey started to get high on it and his eyes started to roll to the back of his eyes again. James started to pump in and out of Joey’s hole and the stream of piss started to pour out of Joey’s hole like the volcano and covered Joey’s whole body. Joey’s mouth was wide open while he moaned and groaned with pleasure. Julio and Hiro started to piss all over the young white man and some of it filled his open mouth. Joey started to drink it down to avoid suffocating in piss. James continued to pound in and out of Joey’s body using all 14 inches of his cock for 10 min. or so til he released his first load of the day into Joey’s inside. After his cock finished cumming, he pulled out of Joey’s cock at once making Joey gape. He lifted the white body and handed him to two men standing by the tub before he started the shower. Julio and Hiro carried Joey back to the bed. They gently tossed him down on the mattress and moved to either side of the bed. Hiro gently pulled Joey’s hair and guided him to his 8 inch Japanese cock. Hiro pushed Joey’s head down til Joey’s nose was buried in Hiro’s shiny black hairs at the base of his cock and held him there. Joey felt Julio behind him and positioning Joey up on his knees til it was at the level with Julio’s hard latin cock. Julio pushed in with ease and started to pound hard in and out of Joey’s gaping hole pushing Joey’s nose deeper into Hiro’s pelvic bone. Joey tried his best to keep his throat open the whole time for Hiro’s cock as he took the hard fucking from behind. Joey started to feel burning in both of his holes that were being fucked by two men and in spite of his efforts, both of his holes were oozing piss all over their bodies. Joey was high on their chem charged piss and started to love the treatment his body was receiving from them. Joey’s cock got hard and started to cum again. Both men started to fuck Joey’s hole with force til they both released their loads. They pulled out and went to take a shower together leaving Joey’s filth covered body. Joey took few minutes to come down from the ecstasy of being used by men and saw James smile warmly before he walked out of the apartment. Julio and Hiro came out of the bathroom and Hiro helped Joey into the shower while Julio got dressed and called his buddies over to clean out the mess after their departure. While Julio was making the arrangement, Hiro washed Joey’s body. Joey was still high and horny as Hiro’s hands touched his body. Joey bent forward and held his ankles while pushing back as far as he could. Hiro smiled at the young man’s sexual offering but didn’t engage in sex to Joey’s disappointment. After they finished the shower and drying their bodies, Hiro told Joey to hold lean forward. Joey held his ankle while Hiro pushed in black butt plug into his ass. Joey felt the burning in him as the tip of it was covered with shards of crystals and other chemical. Both Hiro and Joey got dressed quickly and joined Julio and the guys who was cleaning out the filthy apartment. Julio gave final instructions to the guys before walking out of the apartment with Hiro. Joey was still horny and couldn’t stop lusting after the men. Then all of sudden he felt an electric shock traveling through his body that brought his attention to following the other two men. They got into a black limo parked in front of the building. Hiro and Julio sat facing each other so Joey sat next to Hiro. As they started to drive away, Joey saw Hiro pressing a button on his phone which was followed by a strong vibration that started to shake his whole body from deep inside of him. The vibrating butt plug inside of him also started to shift its shape like a liquid inside of him simulating a sensation that was close to having a cock pulse inside of him. Joey’s cock got hard again and he was too aroused to sit still on the seat. Joey got on the floor of the limo on his knees in between Hiro’s legs and rubbed his face on his pelvis while his whole body moved in a slow fucking motion. Joey reached for his own pants and pushed it down to offer Joey a view of his plugged hole. He spread his own cheeks and used his fingers to pull his hole open so Julio could get a bit of glimpse of the black rubber shape shifting and vibrating inside of him. Hiro and Julio shifted their gaze away from the young white man on the floor for few minutes to lock their eyes and they smiled. Julio understood Hiro’s interest for the young blond white man and when the car stopped, Julio got out leaving two of them in the car. YOSHI Joey was still in his own sexual bliss on the floor of the limo when they got to the airport. Hiro helped Joey out of the car on to his private jet. There were 4 crew members on board, two pilots and two flight attendants. They were all while young men and had some shades of blonde hairs and blue eyes. After the take off, Joey got back on the floor on his knees again after they unbuckled him from his seats. Joey stripped down and started to crawl from one man’s crotch to another begging to let him suck on their cocks. Finally Hiro gave into the young blonde man’s sexual urge and allowed his crews to engage in sex with Joey while he opened his computer and checked his e-mails. One attendant led cock hungry Joey to the back of the plane while the other stayed with me. They swapped couple of times by the time the plane landed. The crew and Joey headed to a hotel while Hiro went to attend some business. Next morning, Joey opened his eyes in a fancy hotel room. His whole body ached inside and out and his head was pounding. As Joey moved his body with a great effort, he felt another man’s naked body next to his. Joey looked turned his head and saw Hiro’s smile which was filled with affection which helped Joey not to get scared since he didn’t recognize the handsome Japanese businessman from their chemically enhanced sexual tryst. “Good morning, Joey. I know you are still hazy from the drugs…. sit up and drink this tea and it will help you sober up.” Joey did as he was instructed and rested his head on Hiro’s lap. He felt Hiro’s 8inch cock getting hard against his face but Joey was too exhausted to feel sexual arousal at the moment. Joey felt Hiro’s fingers gently caressing his face and running through his hair. Joey felt safe and comfortable at the touch of this stranger for some reason as he rested his head on the man’s hard cock. They stayed in bed like that for half an hour or so until Joey started to feel strong urge to pee really bad. “I have to pee.” Joey told Hiro. Both of them got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom. Both their naked bodies were sporting hard cocks that were bounding straight away from their bodies as they walked. Joey stood over the toilet and felt Hiro’s fingers holding his cock as he released streams of pee that gushed through him. His whole body shivered as his piss rushed out of his cock in a jet stream for a long time. Hiro’s body was pressed tightly on his back to offer support and warmth while Joey pissed for a long time. Joey’s mind started to clear up as his piss stream continued. Finally after what seemed like an hour, Joey felt the pressure inside of him ebbing away and he contracted his muscle to push out the rest of piss inside of him which made his body buck back and forth. Hiro’s arms wrapped around him and his fingers holding his hard cock helped Joey from avoiding collapsing on the floor. As two bodies stood against each other, Hiro’s cock pressed into the young white man’s ass. The hard cock poked its way between the mounds of muscles and found its target and entered it without much problem by the time their bodies finished releasing Joey’s piss. Hiro wrapped his other hand around Joey’s neck to help him twist his head around and they locked their lips and tongues as well as their cock and asshole. Joey reached behind Hiro’s head and ran his fingers through the silky black straight hair and held his head. Their bodies were locked this way for a long time until Joey felt a bit of pain on his neck and his arms from over stretching. Hiro read Joey’s discomfort and they broke their kiss as Joey started to move on and off of Hiro’s cock gently as they walked slowly back to their bed. When Joey reached the four post bed, he gripped one of the post and bent forward offering Hiro to fuck his hole at his own pace. Hiro maintained deep slow stroke for a while while standing up. Joey started to fuck back with more force as the hunger inside of him started to wake up and Hiro fucked faster and more forcibly to match Joey’s. Few minutes later, they were fucking in a full force using all 8 inches, making it pop out of Joey’s hole sometimes but thrusting it back with one stroke. Their balls were bouncing every around and Joey’s hard cock bobbed up and down with lots of precum which was pulling under him. Hiro got some on his fingers and put it in his mouth before he pulled Joey’s head back again so they could lock their tongue to share the taste of Joey’s precum. As their lips were locked, both of them started to release their cum in multiple squirts. They remained in the same position while they continued rocking their bodies together gently back and forth until Hiro’s softening cock popped out of Joey’s hole. However Joey’s cock remained hard even after his first load in Hiro’s grip. Joey turned around and pushed Hiro’s hand off of his cock. They stood up facing each other by the side of bed and started to kiss again. They kept on kiss each other while Hiro slowly got on the bed and started to lay back on the bed making Joey to bent forward over him to maintain their kiss. As they got in the position, Joey’s hard cock kissed Hiro’s hole at the opening as if their bodies were puzzle pieces. Joey broke the kiss to spit on his cock head and on Hiro’s hole and relocked their lips as he pushed into Hiro. Hiro was quite flexible even at his age and almost completed folded his legs over his head in half as Joey’s cock pumped in and out of him. Joey’s huge white balls slapped Hiro’s ass and lower back as he fucked Hiro hard. Hiro moaned and screamed into Joey’s mouth. They fucked hard for 5 minutes or so and they felt both of them approaching their orasms when Hiro’s phone started to ring. Joey fucked deeper and faster to finish each other off faster and they both started to cum in multiple squirts again. By the time they reached the last squirt, the call went to the voice mail. After they caught their breath, Joey’s still semi hard cock remained inside of Hiro. Joey helped Hiro to his feet and they walked to Hiro’s phone slowly while keeping their bodies locked together until Hiro jumped off the cock as he checked the message. “My son is in a hospital.” Hiro told Joey with a great sadness in his eyes. Joey help Hiro in a tight embrace for few minutes before they rushed to wash the sex off their bodies and got dressed. Joey accompanied Hiro to the hospital but had to wait in the whole way since only family members were allowed to go inside. As Joey waited in the hallway, he saw many people glancing at him as they passed by him. Some teenage girls were more obvious in expressing their admiration of Joey’s beautify. Joey was amused at all the attention he was getting from Japanese people because of his blonde hair blue eyes. Few minutes later, Hiro returned and suggested Joey to follow him. They got in their car and sat in silence for few minutes before Hiro spoke. “Joey…. I need your help. I need you to take my son to New York with you.” Joey stared at Hiro with wide eyes dumbfound. “My son, Yoshi is gay. But not like me. He’s more like a girl and in Japan, it’s not good to be gay. Not safe. Today he got raped by a gangster and beaten up badly.” Hiro asked Joey to take Yoshi back with him to NYC in a week as soon as Yoshi’s body recovered enough to fly. Hiro would make all necessary arrangements and Joey would be compensated generously as well. Joey felt liking to Hiro already and would have done it without payment anyway so he agreed to do as Hiro asked. After the conversation, the car drove off and dropped Joey off at the hotel. Joey was greeted by a young Japanese man at the hotel who was to be his guide during his stay. Since Hiro was too busy with work. Young man’s name was Kazu and he was 20 y.o. college student. They went back to the hotel room so Joey could get changed before heading out. Kazu was a handsome young man with a tall athletic built and carried himself in a very masculine manner. However Joey could see lust and admiration in Kazu’s eyes as he studied Joey’s body pausing a bit too long on his crotch to hide his gay lust. As they entered the room, Joey stripped naked in front of Kazu and confirmed his speculation as Kazu’s gaze was locked on Joey’s cock and a slight drool on the side of his lips to show his hunger to suck cocks. Kazu’s bulge grew as well. Kazu was mesmerized by Joey’s nakedness until Joey finished getting dressed and snapped his finger at his nose to wake him up. “So where would you like to show me first?” Kazu went down the list of places they were going to visit today as they left the hotel. Joey amused himself by teasing Kazu all day as they walked around the city with quick glances of his cock bulging and soft brushes of their bodies until dinner time. As Kazu excused himself to mens room to pee, Joey joined him and stood at the next urinal. Joey’s big white cock even soft was longer than Kazu’s 4inch and his huge balls covered in blonde hair was the sight that made Kazu’s mouth water with cock hunger. Joey broke Kazu’s gaze on his cock by stepping closer to him as he ordered him to hold his cock and aim as he release his piss. Kazu stepped away from his urinal and pulled Joey closer to it by pulling on his cock He gently wrapped his fingers around Joey’s shaft and held it aimed at the urinal while Joey released his piss. Kazu shook his cock and gave it a tight squeeze before he let it go with reluctance. Through out the dinner, Kazu told me about himself. He used to attend college in athletic scholarship as a gymnast but injury ended his career so now he worked as a parttime assistant to Hiro’s household to earn money for tuition. He also has a twin brother who’s in national figure skating team and a mother who owns a small bar in Shinjuku area. By the end of the dinner, both Kazu and Joey were buzzed from hot sake. Kazu was drunker than Joey as they headed back to the hotel and had to be held up by Joey. Joey wrapped his arm around the young Japanese’s waist to hold him up against his body as the young man wrapped his arms around Joey’s neck and clung to him. As they both felt the heat from each other’s bodies, Kazu started to confess his desire for Joey to fuck him. Joey was turned on as well to fuck this handsome young Japanese man and yet had to stop Kazu’s attempts to kiss him in the public. As soon as they arrived at the hotel room, Kazu gave into his cock lust and shed his clothes and got on his knees in front of Joey. Joey pulled out his soft cock and rested it on Kazu’s face. Kazu opened his mouth widest to swallow the soft cock shaft down into his mouth and started to suck on it with gusto while he helped Joey get undressed the rest of the way. After Kazu exposed Joey’s feet, he took his mouth off the cock and kissed both feet and licked between the toes. Joey rubbed his feet on Kazu’s cheek and Kazu’s own hands pushed it to his own face. Joey was turned on as young Japanese man worshipped and pampered his body with his mouth. Kazu asked Joey if he’d like to do some drugs as he pulled out things from his bag. He took a couple of pills and offered the same to Joey. He also took out a small vaporizer and took a hit and quickly passed it to Joey before he dived for Joey’s white cock and exhaled the thick white smoke around the base of the cock. Joey inhaled from the vaporizer as he looked down at the submissive boy at his cock and made eye contacts as Kazu looked up. They locked their eyes together as Kazu continued sucking Joey’s cock. Joey pushed Kazu down til he choked on his cock. Kazu’s eyes filled with tears but Kazu was determined to take Joey’ as deep in his throat and as long as Joey makes him. Joey’s hand rested on the back of Kazu’s head without much forcing as Kazu forced himself to take more and more and choked himself til he learned to breathe through his nose. As Joey studied the submissive Asian bottom at his cock doing his best to please him, he imagined how he would have looked in James’ eyes in the same position and let out a chuckle. He also started to feel the desire to dominate Kazu and use him sexually filling himself as Kazu fell deeper into his submissive position. Joey walked slowly over to the window and Kazu crawled with Joey not stopping sucking of his cock. Joey opened the curtains and told Kazu to watch the streets outside as he sucked my cock. Kazu blushed a little bit but didn’t stop sucking. After few minutes, Joey walked out of his room and around the suite with Kazu crawling after his cock to amuse himself. He even videotaped some of it with his phone. Kazu kept sucking Joey’s cock for hours on his knees and started to show discomfort when his knees started to peel off and bleed. Joey let him stand up and stretch before he took him to the bathroom to apply first aid. As he saw the young Japanese man bent forward to inspect his knees, Joey saw the young ass cheeks part a bit to display smooth skin around the lips of his hole. Joey pushed the cheeks apart roughly and watched the tight hole twitching open and close with hunger to be filled. He didn’t waste time and pushed his saliva covered cock with one thrust as much as he could making Kazu almost fall forward until he gripped on the sink in front of him. Kazu pushed back in spite of pain he probably felt. Joey pulled out and pushed hard again to match Kazu’s own eagerness to get filled by his cock. They both pushed into each other hard and fast but the pain was mostly Kazu’s. Kazu still kept at it with his eyes filled with tears and some blood appeared at the lips of his hole. “I love you, Joey. Use me. Use your bitch.” He confessed his submission to me with words as his body expressed it with enduring his own pain for my pleasure. Joey smacked his ass cheeks hard and felt his cock jump to erection and his hole squeezing around his cock. Joey pulled his hair hard and his body got more aroused. Kazu’s body seemed to get more aroused as Joey gave him more pain and that was turning Joey on so much and made his cock bigger and harder than ever. Joey wrapped his fingers around his neck and choked him a bit and his cock erupted and miked Joey’s cock to cum at the same time. Joey remained hard and deep inside of Kazu even after his first load. Joey’s cock remained inside of Kazu through the night rarely leaving the hole. Kazu wanted to pick up his brother from the training center for the weekend in the limo provided by Hiro. When they arrived at the center, Joey saw many hot young men athletes and started to get hard with a hope that some of them might be gay and offer their holes to be bred like the young Kazu as they walked through the center field. They entered the building and were greeted by few male gymnasts that used to train with Kazu. Their muscular bodies were covered in sweat that made tiny shorts they wore cling to their bulges and mounds of ass. They were shirtless or had tank tops on which left their small erect nipples to my plain view. As Kazu greeted them and introduced Joey to his former teammates, Joey spotted one of them who was gay as his bulge grew as the boy studied Joey. To Joey’s amusement, the boy excused himself to a restroom and Joey did the same. The boy stood by a urinal and pulled down his shorts to his knees exposing his round mounds of muscled ass framed by his jock strap to Joey. He bent slightly and pushed his palms against the wall while he flexed his ass cheeks for Joey. Joey roughly molded the round muscles and spread them apart til he saw another tight hole quivering before his eyes to be taken by him. This boy had some hair on his crack but still pinkest hole he’s seen. He gently slapped the boys cheeks and walked away to the last stall and sat on it with his legs wide spread while his hard cock standing straight up form his belly. The gym boy followed and stood by the stall door. He walked in closer to Joey and closed the door behind him. He then got on his knees on the bathroom floor and took Joey’s cock into his mouth. Joey grabbed his hair and roughly fucked his face to get his cock wet quickly. Then he lifted the boy up and turned him around and positioned the tip of his cock at the hole opening. He then pushed the gym boy down with one push. Gym boy’s hole was more exprienced than Kazu and started to milk Joey’s cock right away as the gym boy rode it hard. Gym boy used his muscles and flexibilty to the max as he shifted positions around while fucking himself on Joey’s cock. Joey switched the position and had the boy sit on the toilet with his legs wide spread as Joey pounced down into him to make himself cum faster. The boy was groaning and moaning loudly and it echoed through the bathroom as well their bodies slapping. After Joey came, he pulled out and made the boy suck it clean before he walked out leaving the well fucked boy. Kazu was alone in the hallway when Joey returned and had a look of jealousy and envy on him. They walked down the hallway to find Kazu’s brother in a lockeroom in ice link building. As they walked there, many boys and girls gazed at Joey with lust and it boosted Joey’s ego but made Kazu more jealous. When they got to the locker room and opened the door, they caught Kazu’s brother peeling off his jocks for the shower. Joey didn’t miss the huge mounds spread to reveal another smooth pink hole as he bent to pick up the jock from the floor. As he turned around, Joey was a bit surprised to find a sizable cock on him. Kazu introduced his brother Tak and Joey approached him to shake hands and got to study the naked boy closer. Kazu and Tak looked very much alike but Tak got more inches of cock than Kazu as it hung down 6 inches soft on his thights that were massive from all the skating. Kazu followed Tak to talk to him as he walked to the shower area and Joey followed them. There were about 10 naked boys in the shower and they all had huge legs and big round bubbly asses. Some as young as 13 who were in Junior team to the oldest 30. As Joey and Kazu stood at the entrance to the shower area so Kazu could talk with Tak while he cleaned himself, Joey’s eyes feasted on his preys. Joey spotted the youngest boy staring at Joey as he ran the soap between his asscheeks. Joey imagined there could be brief finger fucking although he couldn’t see through the thick steam from the shower. As the young kid and Joey locked their eyes and the kid continued soaping his ass crack, Joey saw the kid’s cock growing harder and confirmed his initial assessment. When Joey turned his attention to the twins, he saw Tak wincing at him as he also ran the bar of soap into his ass crack. One by one the showers were turned off and the young boy was leaving second to last. Young boy locked his eyes with Joey as he walked passed him and dropped his soap right in front of him. Joey caught the boy’s invite clearly but he was too young for him so he passed. Kazu pulled Joey out of the locker room after he told his brother to meet at the limo by the gate. As Kazu and Joey sat in the limo, Kazu started to rub all over Joey’s body. Joey stuck his hand through the waist of Kazu’s jeans and pushed a finger into his hole. He moved it in and out of the hole fast and Kazu started to moan when the car door opened and Tak climbed into the car. Joey pulled his hand out of Kazu’s pants and Tak saw it. The car reached the twin’s house while no words were spoken among them. Three young men got out of the car and stood in the middle of street that were filled with gay men and shops. Joey was quite popular once again as they walked to the twin’s house. It was a small 3 story building with a small bar in the store front and the rest two were residential. The twins lived on the 3rd floor. Kazu led Joey to the bar to meet their mom while Tak went to his house to unpack his bag and get changed. Kazu’s mom was really tall and think like a model. The bartender was a handsome muscular black man and her boyfriend. Kazu’ and his mom went to the office on the back to talk leaving Joey with her boy friend the bartender. “What would you like to drink?” The black stud’s voice was sexy as well. He reminded Joey of James and he felt his hole twitch. Joey wondered what his cock would look like as he took the drink the bartender handed to him. As Joey waited for Kazu and drank his drink, his cock got rock hard for some reason and his hole started to twitch madly as well. The bartender had a evil grin on his face as he watched Joey’s reaction to his drink and was about to talk to Joey when he was called away by a customer and Tak joined Joey. Tak was wearing tightest clothes that outlines everything on his body including his big cock and his round ass. Joey’s eyes stared at the prominent erect nipples that were pushing his tight t shirts out. Joey licked his lips as his mouth started to water for some reason. The bar started to fill up and by the time Kazu returned, they had to stand tightly pressed against each other. Joey kept on drinking the drink that was handed to him by the blk bartender and got hornier and hornier. Twins drank a little bit but got drunk since they were light weights. Joey felt both twins rubbing their bodies against his more seductively and his cock was leaking copious amount of precum that started to make wet spot on his bulge. Joey left the twins to go to the bathroom but many gay Japanese boys kept stopping him to talk or to touch him. Joey felt so horny that he wanted to rip his clothes and just fuck right there but his mind fought the urge. All of sudden, he felt a strong grip of his arm and he got pulled by the black stud who told him to follow. He led him to the back office where the twin’s mom opened the door for them. She led Joey to the sofa while the black boyfriend locked the door behind them. The mom didn’t waste her time and stripped naked and her boy friend as well. They both helped Joey to get naked as well. Twin’s mom was slim and with not so much breasts, but her pussy was the soaking wet and Joey’s rock hard cock easily slid into her pussy. While Joey’s cock was inside the pussy, the black man pushed his cock into Joey’s hole as well. Joey opened his hole and let the man fuck him as he wished. The black man had a big cock not as big as James’ but still big and he fucked hard making both Joey’s and the woman under him to move front and back with each push. The black man fucked both of them at the same time with his hard thrusts. The woman came few times and Joey came twice inside her while the black man fucked himself to one orgasm. Both men quickly got dressed and left the room leaving well fucked woman behind. “I don’t know what it is with Blond hair and blue eyes with these Japanese. They just love you. She’s been begging me to let you fuck her since she saw you walking in with her son.” Joey smiled. “I knew you were more into men so she asked me to fuck you into her cunt. Hope you don’t mind.” Joey started to feel the lust for the black cock again and smiled back at the black stud. They both went to the bathroom and started to piss standing next to each other. They were surrounded by hungry bottom boys who were dying to steal a look at their cocks. “These people know how to be kinky when it comes to sex.” Blk stud smiled as he took one of the pretty boys from the group to one of the stalls. Joey followed him and saw each stall were occupied by people fucking. Most tops were white or older Japanese man and all the bottoms were young men. “Our bar caters to men with specific interest as you can tell.” Black man sat on the toilet and young asian boy got in between his legs to suck his cock while spreading his own cheeks to present his hole to Joey. Joey plunged into the hole which made the boy to choke on the black cock. Two big cocks fucked the young asian boy mercilessly making quite few other sub bottoms envious of the young boy. Young boy did his best to fuck back and forth until both men filled him up with their cum. Young boy collapsed on the floor as the black bartender and Joey left the bathroom reeking of sex and sweat. Joey found the twins sitting at the bar with both their heads down. They were pissed drunk and Kazu tried to kiss Joey when he tried to wake him up. Joey and the black bartender each took one twin and carried them up to their 3rd floor apartment. “Back to work.” Black stud left them and Joey thought of James again. The twins were both on the floor at his feet as he stood over them. Joey tried to pick up Kazu first to carry to his bedroom when Kazu attacked Joey and locked his lips over Joey’s. Joey gave in to his seduction and let Kazu have his way. Kazu didn’t break the kiss as he took Joey’s cock and led him to the bedroom by his cock. Kazu folded his legs over his head making his ass cheeks spread and offer access to his hole to any hard cocks that pushed down on it. Joey plunged down into the boy’s hole as per his wish and the boy let out happy moans. Kazu’s total submission of his body to Joey filled him with stronger evil desire to use the boy’s body. He slapped the boy’s ass hard as he drove down to it. The boy was flexible and didn’t feel pain as he folded his body in half. Joey pulled Kazu to his feet and told him to hold his ankles as he drove hard into him pushing him forward. The boy’s legs were strong and avoided lunging forward and pushed back to meet Joey’s thrust. Their bodies rocked like a spring as they both drove into each other with brute force. Joey’s cock erupted over and over inside Kazu as they both continued hard fucking on their feet. They fucked for hours and came 3 or 4 times before collapsed on the floor their bodies still linked at the cock/ass. Joey tried to push Kazu off of his cock as his bladder needed a release urgently. Kazu locked one of his leg over Joey’s body and kept on fucking his ass back to Joey’s groint. FInally Joey gave up and started to push out the stream deep into young Japanese boy’s guts and Joey could see and feel the flat stomach swelling with his piss inside. As soon as the last drop of piss was released into the boy, Kazu ran to the bathroom to release it. Joey’s cock stood rock hard and shiny on his belly covered with cum and piss. Joey closed his eyes briefly but was shocked by an asshole wrapping around his cock and swallowing it deeper into a tight gut of Asian body… He opened his eyes and saw Tak squatting over his cock (judging by the 7” rock hard cock that was oozing precum already.) Joey put his hands behind his head and watched the other twin fuck himself with cock just like his twin brother. Tak didn’t only have strong leg muscles but he knew how to use the muscles inside of him as well as his inside muscle kept on pullling Joey’s shaft and big cock head deeper and deeper into him as if Tak’s inside was a black hole for cocks. Tak came twice during his cock squatting and took one of Joey’s load before he pulled off and went into his room to deny the fucking he took from my cock. Joey’s cock was enveloped again by Kazu’s warm hole after his shower and they felt deep into sleep. They woke up around 3AM and Joey decided to head back to the hotel and called the limo. As Joey walked into the suite, he heard voices and a shower running in the bathroom in the master bedroom. Assuming it was Hiro and still horny from the chemicals in the drinks, Joey approached the bathroom as he shed his clothes on the way and he pushed the door open while his rock hard 8 inch golden furred cock bounced proudly in front of him. But instead of the handsome muscular body of Hiro, he saw two naked bodies one tall and muscular with some hair sparingly covering the chest and and belly leading to a huge Asian cock that was either 9 or 10 inches and thicker than Joey’s. The young stud was washing a small pretty girly boy who had few black and blue bruises on his body. Their eyes were wide and they both paused. Joey ran to his room with the vivid image of two sexy young Asian bodies imprinted on his mind both sexy but quite differently from each other. Joey was pumping his own cock while he ran that image in his head when he heard a know on his door. He put a robe over him and opened the door and found both young Japanese wrapped in towels. The stud had a towel around his waist as he pushed a wheel chair that carried the pretty boy with a towel over his body. Pretty boy spoke in Japanese and the young stud spoke to Joey. “This is Yoshi and I am his body guard, Kai, You must be Joey his new guardian that will take him to New York and look after him.” Joey shook hands and felt the strong grip. Joey felt authority and strength ooze out of this young man and felt weak at his knees. Pretty boy spoke again and Kai blushed as he said. “Yoshi thinks you are very handsome and he’s glad to have such a handsome man as his guardian.” Joey smiled at the pretty boy but he was more focused on the stud since Joey haven’t gotten fucked as much past few days but fucked more than he has before and now his body wanted to get fucked more than anything. “Well, we’ll let you get back to your rest. Sweet dreams.” Young stud turned the wheel chair around and started to walk out but one corner of the towel got caught on the wheel and pulled it off of him, offering Joey a thickly veined precum dripping 9inch Japanese cock of the young stud to feast on. Young man didn’t stop but rushed out of the room completely naked leaving Joey’s body hungry for him. Joey tried to pump his cock to cum but he couldn’t cum even after almost hour long cock fisting. Joey walked to the main area of the suite with his cock still leading in front of his belly and walked towards the door of the third room where the young pretty boy must be in. As Joey approached, he heard young boy’s muffled moaning and bodies slapping that were the sounds of sex. The door wasn’t even closed so he walked in and saw few candles giving dim light in otherwise dark room. Joey saw both young naked bodies on the bed sillouetted by the candle light on the night table. Joey took one of the candles and approached the bed to find the young pretty boy’s face buried under a pillow and his wrist and ankles chained to the headboard making his body folded in half and immobile under the hot young stud’s body. Joey could see the huge balls being pressed between their jointed bodies as 9niches of his cock were buried deep inside of the little pretty boy’s boy cunt. Young boy’s small cock was rock hard and was covered in white. The young stud kept his cock buried deep as he turned his head around to smile at me. “I love Yoshi and we are very sad to depart from each other but I feel a bit better now that I met you and how much Yoshi likes you. We wanted you to join us tonight as I hand my lovely Yoshi in your care and love Come and join me inside of Yoshi.” The young stud lifted Yoshi’s folded boy and slid under him without pulling his cock out at all. He then stuck his fingers along side of his cock and started to pull stretch the ring of the boy pussy showing Joey the space to slide my cock in along his. The space was tight but Joey didn’t hesitate to push and both the pretty boy and the young stud helped Joey’s entrance. Few minutes after the hard push and pull, Joey’s cock head popped into the young hole to join young lover’s union. Joey gradually inched in while the other cock stayed still. The thick vein on the shaft was felt on Joey’s shaft as he pushed in further. Finally Joey’s muschroom cock head kissed the underside of the other cock as they were both tightly squeezed by the young pretty boy’s inner muscle walls. Joey and the other stud didn’t move but relied on the pretty boy’s inner muscle walls to milk their cocks to orgasms and it only took few minutes before they both started to cum almost at the same time. They both stayed hard and deep inside even after their first cum. Young stud pulled on the young pretty boy’s nipples and Joey saw two little diamond studs on the tip of the bar that pierced through small erect nipples of the feminine torso. Two bars were also connected by a chain that was also attached to a cock casing. “We got them on the day of the incident. We wanted to have something to express our love and something to remember it the rest of our lives. Joey saw a tattoo on the stud’s arm that YK interwined with other designs around it. Kai pulled on the chain of Yoshi’s nipple bars really hard and Yoshi’s body started to buck between us wildly fucking himself on our joined cocks. “Pour some candle wax on his nipples. He likes that.” Joey did as he was asked and Yoshi continued to buck and wildlly fuck himself on two cocks. After about an hour of torturing Yoshi, Kai reached over and released the cock cage on Yoshi and released his small 4incher which started to fire his loads far and wild all over themselves. At the same time Yoshi’s hole started to milk both cocks and got filled with more cum from both of them. Finally after they were all done, three of them locked their lips and tongues for few minutes before they fell deep in sleep.

He never said. I bred him anyway. He was left fully loaded. He will definitely be a repeat! We fucked on his top bunk. Was lots of fun! I want more.

I was over a friends house and we were pnp and I saw a guy who I met a few months ago at another friend place and I so wanted to do something with him but it wasn't the time or place and he was leaving town the next day. He was back in town and a fuck buddy of my friend, had no idea about that and I told my friend that I wanted to have his baby! My friend laughed. Next thing I know my friend breaks off from me and our other fuck buddy and I am suddenly held down, rope slipped onto my wrists and my leather hood and blindfolded. A couple pillows under my belly legs tied to the corners of the bed and my ass is up and exposed. My ass is being played with and rimmed and then I feel a dick head being rubbed between my ass cheeks and hole. I am into being dominated and used when restrained. Next thing I know I have a belt put around my upper left arm and a reassuring voice of my friend saying that he is going ....i feel a little prick in my arm and then he said enjoy your breeding and seeding session by the guy who I wanted so bad. The rush came on a couple coughs and a extremely warm feeling in my asshole and then I hear him cough and the next thing I know, my asshole and gut is full of a extremely hard dick and I am in total bliss! I really have no idea how long it was until he came, I really didn't care, I just wanted as much of his cum in me as possible. I know that he sure came a lot the first time and I felt his dick pulsing and shooting me full of his cum! . I was untied and he took off the hood and had me get on my back legs up spread out tied to my wrists and they were tied to the corners of the bed. My friend is recording this and has it all on cam 4 cam. He is playing with my dripping ass and then slides his dick in again and I can see him in the TV fucking me and my hole is sounding like an old butter churn, sloshing and him pushing his previous load deeper into my eagerly awaiting ass! He starts to kiss me and holding my head so we are looking at each other eye to eye and asked if I wanted another of his loads deep in my ass again? I begged for it and he thrusts deep and groans and pushed balls and more deep in my ass and then I felt that pulsing filling me full again. I came 2 times during this. My friend put in my locking anal intruder stainless steel expandable butt plug and locked it and gave him the key. I got bred at least 4 times by him. He is toxic poz!

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 1 I was a gay man in my early 20s with some sleazy, kinky, taboo desires. I always had that streak in me. I love cum so bareback sex made an instant connection with me, and not just any bareback sex, but totally uninhibited bareback sex. Yes, I had a fantasy involving a hot guy, lots of bareback pig play, and him shooting his seed in me. Not just any seed, but poz seed. There was also something edgy and erotic about a tattooed, bareback pig. Seeing heavily inked guys always made my cock hard, and I always wanted to be one of those guys. It just took me a while to decide what type of tattoo I wanted on my body. I researched local tattoo artists for months, but none of their work proved to be of the quality I was looking for. I decided to drive 90 minutes south and attend the annual tattoo convention in Chicago in hopes of finding an artist with a portfolio that impressed me. It was such a lustful trip for me. I also love unusual facial hair like longer goatees and beards and handlebar mustaches. Guys with piercings also turn me on. Tattoos, facial hair, and piercings seem to go hand in hand. The convention center was packed with people covered in ink with a ton of piercings and facial hair of every length and type. The continuous buzz from all the tattoo guns running could be heard throughout the place. Every booth had an artist or two working on fresh ink. I eyed the sexy men between browsing through artists’ portfolios. There was a ton of guys with no shirts on getting inked up at the various booths. Some with sexy hairy chests or a nice treasure trail disappearing into their jeans. My brain was in eye candy overload, and my cock was half erect for most of the show. I rounded the corner walking through the rows of booths and came across a very hot tattoo artist. He looked to be about 28 and was slender with a shaved head. His hair was reddish brown, with a slightly wavy goatee that must have been about a foot long. It ended in a point near his belly button. His mustache had a slight twist of small handlebars at the corners of his mouth. Full sleeves of ink extended from his t-shirt. He even had hand and neck tattoos. He was working on the back piece of a handsome little twink, and he glanced up at me as I approached his booth. He gave me a smile, and a nod of his head to say hello as he returned to his art piece. I stopped and paged through his portfolio. I kept glancing up to look at him while turning the pages. As I turned another page I glanced up to check him out again. My eyes traveled up his sexy body to his face and found him looking directly at me. He smiled at me again, and I quickly turned my eyes back to his portfolio. Sure that he noticed me checking him out, I began to blush. It was hard to keep my eyes off him, though, and I again glanced back at him. He again was looking at me too, and stopped his tattoo work. He told the twink he would be back in a minute to continue and walked toward me. He appeared to have a nice sized cock from the bulge in his jeans. Holding out his hand he said, “Howdy, I’m Zak.” “Isaac, but most people call me Zeek,” as I shook his hand. I again paged through the book of ink, “Is this your work?” “Ah, yes it is.” “Nice work, I like it.” “Well, thanks. Are you looking to get some ink done?” “Yeah, I just don’t know what I want to get yet.” “Do you have any tattoos yet?” “No, it would be my first.” “Are you from Chicago?” “No, but I’m only about 90 minutes north of here in Milwaukee.” “Cool, well, if you would like to talk about it, I can help you with design ideas.” “Awesome, I’d like that.” “Here’s my card. Give me a call, and we can set up a time to talk.” “Thank you, Zak, I’ll do that.” “Nice to meet you.” “Ditto.” With that he returned to his customer to continue his ink, which gave me the perfect opportunity to check out his ass. Just as I imagined, he had one nice butt and I found it hard to look away. When he sat down he again looked at me, and found me staring at him. Zak picked up his tattoo gun, glanced back at me, and gave me a look that set my gaydar off. A smile came across his face. I nodded, smiled back at him staring straight into his eyes then disappeared into the crowd. I wandered the convention center enjoying the hot, inked up men and all the beards and 'staches. Pure heaven for this gay man. I had to piss, and found the bathrooms were lined up with guys waiting to empty their bladders. It took a while waiting in line, but I was next to piss, and a stall opened up. I wasted no time getting into the stall. My cock felt like it could burst from holding back my piss. I closed the door to the stall and quickly unzipped my pants. The entire toilet seat was splattered with piss. I chuckled a little thinking there must be a lot of PA piercings in those pants today, otherwise just a bunch of hot pigs with a bad aim. I let out a full stream of piss, emptying my bladder. It felt good to relieve the pressure, but I quickly found myself fully erect smelling all that piss and testosterone in the air. I also loved piss play, and thoughts of lapping up all the urine from the toilet seat was hard to resist. I stroked my cock a few times, then tucked it back into pants, trying to hide my hard on the best I could. I zipped up again and quickly left the men’s room. I buried myself in the crowd, waiting for my cock to go down then continued to stroll through the packed convention booths. About a week later I came across Zak’s business card in my wallet and decided to give him a call. The phone rang a few times, “Windy City Tattoo, this is Zak.” “Ah, hi Zak, you may not remember me, but I met you at the tattoo convention last week. You told me to give you a call if I wanted to discuss tattoo options.” “Zeek!! Glad to hear from you.” “Wow, you remembered my name.” “Of course I did. So, you want to set up a time to discuss tattoo designs?” “Yeah, are you free any time this week?” “My last appointment should be done around 5:30 tomorrow. Can you get to the shop tomorrow night around 6?” “Sure. I’ll see you then.” “Awesome!! See you tomorrow.” I had a three day weekend so this was the perfect way to kick off my weekend. I left plenty early to try and beat Friday rush hour traffic heading into Chicago. I arrived early, and realized Zak’s tattoo shop was just outside the gay district on Halsted Street, so I wandered around the gay district for a bit. When I returned to Zak’s shop he was just finishing with his last tattoo appointment. He was wearing black biker boots, faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. I loved his fully inked sleeves and hands. His entire neck being inked was so hot too. Just the sight of him gave me a partial wood. He invited me to the back of his shop, and we sat on a sofa and discussed the style of tattoos I was looking for. His suggestion of Japanese style tattoos intrigued me. He explained the meaning behind different tattoos in Japanese culture, and I decided my first piece would be a colorful full sleeve with yin yang koi, waves, flowers and filler. Zak sat next to me, and occasionally touched my arm as he discussed options and placement. Our legs were touching as we continued to look at designs. He suggested I remove my shirt, so he could do a quick, rough sketch on my arm. He explained that he liked to just draw out the design directly on the body to get better placement than trying to use transfers. I pulled my t-shirt off, and he began touching my arm, and turning it in different directions. Then he pulled out a marker and started drawing on my skin. His touch began to turn me on, and before I knew it my cock was fully erect. I couldn't hide the bulge that formed in my jeans. It was obvious Zak also noticed my hard cock, but he kept himself focused on drawing on my arm. The sketch began to take shape, and Zak maneuvered my arm into different positions as he continued to draw on my skin. Each time he lowered my arm to my lap his hand brushed again my hard cock, and I noticed his rod was also erect extending down his jean leg. He again moved my arm to a new position and my hand came to rest on his thigh next to his cock while he continued his design. I couldn't resist it any longer, and I brushed my hand against the bulge in his jeans. His cock throbbed against my hand, and before I knew it I was rubbing his cock through his jeans. He stopped drawing on my arm and reached over and massaged my hard rod. Zak leaned over to me and began to French kiss me. Our tongues and lips were locked in a passionate exchange for a bit. Then Zak stood up and saying “I was hoping you would be interested,” as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head revealing a fully inked chest with a sunburst around his belly button that continued down and disappeared into his jeans toward his cock. “Damn, man…..wooooooof!” He pulled me to my feet. We continued to make out, our tongues twisted together in deep, erotic kissing and panting. Zak wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbed my ass with his hands, and pressed our hard cocks against one another through our jeans. We continued to kiss, grinding our bodies against one another; our cocks throbbing with excitement. I was free-balling it and could feel a wet spot forming in my jeans from precum leaking from the head of my shaft. Zak reached for my crotch, rubbing my cock through my pants before unbuttoning my jeans and dropping them to my ankles. He pushed me backward onto the couch. I landed on my ass and leaned back on the sofa in a lounged sitting position, with my cock standing at attention. Zak flipped my shoes off and pulled my jeans from my ankles. He stood up in front of me, kicked his shoes off then unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. His cock sprung to attention standing straight in the air, pulsing up and down. The shaft of his tool curved slightly to the left and upward about 8 inches long. His cock was pierced with a large prince albert, and inked with flames leading down the shaft to a black biohazard tattoo centered below his belly button. More ink led to the sunburst around his belly button. The ring to his cock piercing dangled with each pulse of his cock, and precum began to hang from the end of his jewelry. Tattoos covered a good 75% of his body. His body was an erotic piece of art that made my cock dance with excitement at the sight of this stud. “Fuck, you are so hot. I want to be covered in ink like you.” Zak pointed to his biohazard tattoo. His eyes remained locked onto mine, and a playful conversation started, “You know what this one means, don’t you?” “You’re poz?” “Are you okay with that, because I only bareback?” “Yeah,” with a smile on my face, “Are you ok that I’m neg?” “Yep.” “Do you want to cum in me?” “Uh huh.” “Are you into gifting?” “Are you into chasing?” “I could be.” “Then I could be too.” My mouth was like a magnet to his cock. I was on my knees in a flash. I wrapped my lips around the head of his rod, tasting his precum before sliding the full length of his shaft deep into my throat. His cock stiffened in my mouth, and he moaned as my tongue slid back down toward the tip of his shaft. Zak put his hands on the back of my head and slowly face fucked me with the full length of his tool, as he murmurred “That’s it, suck my poz cock. Taste my toxic precum.” As he continued to leak precum down my throat, fucking my throat with his death stick, he remarked “I’d love to do your ink work for you. Maybe I’ll even be marking you with a biohazard tattoo. Would you like that?” “Yes!!” “Want me to poz you, Zeek?” “Yes, charge my ass up, please.” Zak pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around and pushed me onto my knees on the couch. “You want my poz cock in your ass?” “Yes, please fuck me. Give me your seed.” I was so turned on I felt like I could shoot my load at the anticipation of taking his charged spunk. He knelt behind me, spread my ass cheeks with a firm grip, and buried his tongue in my hole. It didn’t take long for my puckered hole to surrender as his tongue slipped past my cunt lips. His tongue lubed my hole and slowly worked inside, begging to open me up. Zak gave my ass a deep tongue bath and began to fuck me with its full length. The sensations made me horny as hell, and a strong urge to feel his bare cock buried in my ass burned within me. I moaned, “Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.” Zak continued to rim my ass, and worked a finger inside. He slowly advanced his finger all the way in and out of me then added another, before continuing to lick and fuck me with his tongue. My ass was wet and primed for his shaft. Zak stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks with his hands. I felt his against my cunt, then he slid his slick cock head across my hole, further lubing me with precum. He continued to rub the full length of his rod against my hole, driving me wild to be opened up wide. I felt the steel from his cock piercing fold to the side tight against his cock as he pressed the head of his dick against my hole. He slowly thrust the head of his tool, spreading my ass, and slipping inside. He spit on my hole lubing us both some more for me to take the rest of his meat inside me. I pressed my ass against his rod, and he again thrust inside me. Pain shot through my body and my hole tightened around his shaft as I tensed my body. Zak held his cock in place, “Easy, just relax…..relax.” The pain subsided and I arched my back and again pressed firmly against his cock. Zak grabbed my hips and with one abrupt thrust buried his cock balls deep into my guts. I again tightened my ass around his toxic meat, and let out a little gasp. It hurt so good, but my cock pulsed rock hard. I began to moan with pleasure. This was the first time I had a pierced dick in my hole, and it felt incredible. “You like my pierced cock in you, huh?” “Oh God…..yes!!!” I began to relentlessly pump my ass against his death stick, and Zak joined the rhythm. Tightening his grip on my hips, he pounded my ass hard with each thrust. His balls slapped against my ass with each plunge. “Ah, you’re a hungry pig for my toxic seed, aren’t you?” “Fuck, yes. Poz my faggot ass.” “Slow down, stud. You’ll get my DNA but not until I’m ready to flood your ass.” He held my hips steady, then slowed his pumping motion and continually withdrew his cock to the tip, with just the steel of his piercing remaining in my hole, then again thrust deep inside me, commenting as he did so, “Man, your hole feels awesome wrapped around my cock.” “That's good, 'cause fuck, I love your rod in me.” He continued a slow steady pace, edging himself close to shooting his load in my guts, then stopping, I could feel his cock pulsing a few times deep inside me, then Zak again began working his dick in and out of me. Each time he brought himself close to cumming then backed off. “You want my poz seed in you now?” “Yes, you feel so incredible. Load me up.” He again began to thrust in and out of my hole, but this time he slowly increased his pace, plunging in me harder and faster. “Fuck, I’m really close. You’re getting all my seed.” “You want it pig? Want my charged cum?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Yeah?” “Yes, I want to poz. Give it to me.” I again tightened my ass around his shaft, and he thrust in me one more time. “Here it comes….take my poz load.” He groaned and grunted, as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep in my hole. The sensations of his cum shooting from his death stick deep in my guts pushed me over the edge, and my cock erupted gobs of cum over and over with each throb of my shaft. With his cock still pulsing inside me, he grabbed my shoulders and shoved his cock even deeper in my ass. I couldn’t get enough of Zak’s cock. It felt amazing buried in my cunt. My balls drained themselves of all their seed. My ass was now filled with Zak’s poz juice. As he pulled his cock from my ass, cum trickled and dripped from my gaping hole. I knew he filled me with a huge load of sperm. My intestine walls were coated with his virus. Would it find its way to my bloodstream? The risk was incredibly exciting. I was hooked. There was no stopping it. I was definitely becoming a junkie for poz cum. Zak flopped on the couch next to me, panting and sweating. “Fuck that felt awesome. You have one hot ass.” Grinning and puffing, “It was very hot.” I turned and lay on the couch with my head resting on his thighs at his cock. I licked his mushroom head clean and ran my tongue down his shaft. “So……..am I hired to do your ink?” “How can I say no after a consultation like that?” We remained on the couch, naked. My head rested on Zak’s lap with his beautiful meat before my eyes. A small drop of poz spunk leaked from his piss hole and I lapped it up. We talked for a bit, getting to know each other a little better, while touching and caressing each other’s bodies. Zak told me he was born and raised in Chicago. He always had a fascination with tattoos from an early age on. He started working in a tattoo shop at 15, and after a few years became an apprentice for several years. He was lucky enough to be able to open his own shop a few years ago. Tattooing was something he loved. It was his passion, and all his tattoos had meaning in his life. I ran my hand across his biohazard tattoo. “So how long have you been poz?” “Not long, just a few years.” “Are you on meds yet?” “Ah…..no, so you got a fully charged load. Hope you’re cool with that.” My cock started to bone up. I nodded my head for him to look at my rod, “Does that answer your question?” “I guess so, you hot pig.” “Do you know who pozzed you?” “Yep,” with a slow drawn out descriptive tone, “A hairy, muscular, leather daddy with a beautiful ass and huge, uncut cock.” We both chuckled. “Did you know he was poz?” “You mean, did I chase?” “Yeah, did you want to convert?” “Fuck, yes, and it was one hot breeding.” “So why aren’t you with him?” “We weren’t looking for a relationship. We both got what we wanted from it. I was determined to get his poz load in me, and he was determined to make me work for it. It was an all-out, totally uninhibited, raunchy, verbal, poz fuck.” “It sounds like a hot breeding.” “Poz talk makes it the hottest conversion sex.” After a short pause, “So, when do you think you can get back down here to start your ink?” “Are you free next Friday in the afternoon? I could get down here by 3 or so.” “Ok….Friday at 3 it is. We’ll start your sleeve.” “Great, sounds good.” So, Zeek, what do you do up in Milwaukee?” “Well, let’s see, I like a lot of things. I graduated from college last year and just bought a home. I love doing remodeling and landscaping, so I’m redoing my house, fixing it up. I like being outdoor, hiking, biking, camping; stuff like that. I really enjoy movies, and dining out with buds.” “Cool. So what’s your degree in?” “Marketing and web design.” “Bonus!! If you’re up for it, maybe you can redesign my website for me.” “I’ll show you some of my work. If you like it, I’d love to do that for you.” “Awesome.” We stayed on the couch a bit longer and lye in each other’s arms. His naked body felt so good cuddled up against mine. “Hey, Zeek, do you have to be back in Milwaukee at a certain time? “No, I’m not on any schedule tonight. What did you have in mind?” “Want to go grab a few beers?” “Sure, that would be great.” Neither one of us moved too fast to get up. I think we both enjoyed cuddling together naked, but we reluctantly dragged our asses off the couch and slipped our clothes back on. Zak hung out in boystown at a few of the gay bars so we walked a few blocks to his favorite hang-out for a few beers. Zak introduced me to a few of his buddies that were out. We did a few shots with them then continued some one-on-one chat. “So, Zeek, what else gets you going besides ink, piercings and taking poz cock raw?” I chuckled, “Well, I’m pretty open-minded. I have a bit of a kinky streak in me.” “Oooh, kinky streak, like what? And you can’t shock me, believe me.” “Anything from toys, slings, sounds, to watersports, and more. What about you?” “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do, and everything on your list…… been there, done that. I’m a pig.” He leaned over to me and gave me a gentle nibble on my lip before planting a wet kiss on me. Standing up from his bar stool, Zak circled behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He whispered in my ear, “I have to piss if you want a taste.” He made his way to the men’s room and looked back at me with a grin. You didn’t have to tell me twice. I was off my bar stool in a flash and following him to the bathroom with my beer in hand. When I walked into the bathroom, Zak already had his pants unzipped and his pierced meat dangled at the urinal. I walked up behind him and grabbed his ass. He turned to face me and pushed me to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth, and he held me still with his hands on my shoulders. “Fuck, here it comes.” As the first drops of piss hit my tongue I must have sprung an instant boner. I loved drinking from the tap. Zak’s warm piss sprayed from his cock filling my mouth. It had just a slight bitter taste to it, but was pretty watered down from the beer. I was like a hungry pig sucking its mother’s tit, wanting every drop of piss down my throat. Zak repeatedly stopped his urine stream, giving me just enough time to gulp down all of his nectar before letting his piss flow again in my mouth. My cock throbbed over and over again. He pulled his cock from my mouth and the last few sprays and drops of piss landed on my face, stache and beard. It was as if he was marking his territory. I stood up, slammed the rest of my beer in front of him then held the bottle to my cock head. I let out a full stream of piss filling my bottle to the top. I took a swig of my own piss then Zak took the bottle from my hand and left the bathroom. When I returned to the bar, he was sitting on his bar stool drinking from my beer bottle in front of everyone. They had no idea he was actually swigging my sweet cock nectar and not beer. After tipping another beer together and an erotic farewell kiss, I left for Milwaukee. On my drive up I94 I had time to think outside the heat of the moment. Even though I had fantasized for a long time about taking a poz cock raw, that was the first time I actually went through with it. A little fear set in knowing I could possibly poz from Zak’s DNA planted deep in my hole. I debated pulling into the Oasis pit stop, heading to the bathroom and emptying his seed from inside me. Those thoughts were quickly diverted by my cock boning up over thoughts of how awesome his hard shaft felt in me, and that having his poz cum in me also turned me on. The thoughts of his hot naked, inked body danced through my head. The smell of his piss still lingered on my beard and stache. My cock again throbbed in my jeans. I never even considered myself an actual chaser, but found myself craving more of his toxic spunk. The Oasis was just ahead, but I drove on past as my car continued down I94; my cock raging hard and my ass twitching full of Zak’s charged cum. I still had some fear in me, but I knew there was no turning back. I began to accept that I wanted to charge up, and I wanted Zak to be my gifter. The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 2 Unable to sleep, I got out of bed, and started my day. Today was a special day for several reasons. It was my 23rd birthday, and it was also Friday, the day of my first tattoo session with Zak. I was a little anxious and nervous, but excited to be seeing him again. I wanted to start my journey becoming a heavily inked pig, but I was not sure how much it would hurt. I turned on Netflix and watched some episodes of Miami Ink. Seeing hot Ami James and all his sexy ink just got me turned on and more determined than ever to go through with it. It was what I wanted. I decided to get dressed and cruise down to Chicago early. It was a perfect day for a drive, sunny and warm. I rolled down the windows and cranked the music. The air felt invigorating blowing across my body. I arrived in Boystown well ahead of my tattoo time with Zak, so I decided to browse the shops in the area. I came across a cool bookstore and bought a tattoo magazine. I also found an awesome pair of black biker boots, and a few t-shirts. Then I came across an adult bookstore and couldn’t resist checking out their gear. I ended up walking out with a “pig” t-shirt and a new yellow “piss pig” jock. After my little shopping spree I headed for the tattoo shop. I arrived a little early for my appointment. Zak greeted me with a hug and told me I could have a seat on the sofa while he finished up with his client. He grabbed me a bottle of water, and I sat down in the same place where just a week earlier I was taking Zak’s poz cock raw. The thought of it just gave me a major erection. I tried to find a distraction to get my boner to stop poking at my jeans. After all, Zak and his client were within eye’s shot. At least his client had his back to me. I found Zak’s portfolio sitting on the table next to the sofa. I browsed through the pages, but seeing his ink work only made my cock harder. I glanced at Zak, and he happened to look up at me. I immediately grinned back at him and stood up to show him my raging hard on through my jeans. I rubbed my crotch, and he chuckled then gave me a look that said, “Behave yourself.” I returned to the sofa and remembered an article I read several years earlier about a guy that popped wood at an inappropriate time and tried to “kill” the “snake” that had come to life in his pants by thinking about greasy dishes. (Why the hell I remember that article I have no idea). Maybe that would kill the beast in my pants. I tried to concentrate on dirty dishes, but all I could think about was stripping naked and having Zak fuck the hell out of me and unload his poz seed in my ass. My hard cock raged on. I grabbed a pillow for my lap to camouflage the bulge in my pants. After about a 15 minute wait, Zak poked his head around the corner and told me to follow him to his tattoo station. He walked to the entrance and locked the front door. “Now we’re all alone. No interruptions.” I pointed to my pants, “Good, because something is still up.” Zak laughed, “You’re becoming a cum-crazed pig. You know that don’t you?” “Yeah, and I love it.” I took a seat at his work station, and he walked up to me from behind. He put his hands on my shoulders, bent down and ran his tongue across the back of neck. He kissed my neck, nibbled my earlobe then worked his way to kissing my cheek. His tongue licked across my upper lip and he buried it into my mouth and started to make out with me, swirling his tongue with mine. Zak showed me his now hard cock bulging through his jeans, “As much as I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you right here, we won’t get anything done that way.” “And why is that a bad thing?” He again chuckled, “Let’s focus on your ink. We can play after.” “Oookkkaaayyy, ok.” “So are you ready to get started, sexy?” “Yeah, I’m ready.” “Awesome.” He grinned, “Besides, I’ll kill your hard on in no time when you feel the needle.” I chuckled and smiled at him, “You seem to be getting too much pleasure from that.” “I probably am, but there’s only one way to find out. Let’s get started. I made a few sketches for you to take a look at. If you like them I’ll use the one you want.” After looking at both designs, I had a hard time deciding between the two. Both were so cool. “Wow, I’d be happy with either design. They rock!!” “Well then, can I make a suggestion? This one is my favorite, because I think it will follow the curves of your arm the best.” “Cool. Then that’s it. It’s the one.” “Great. Get your shirt off and I’ll start the layout.” I pulled my shirt off over my head and sat down in the chair again. Zak was grinning at me. “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I’m happy you are here, and allowing me to give you your first tattoo. That and you have one hot, trim body.” He pulled his chair next to mine, and took me by the hand. He positioned my arm and started the sketch. “This tattoo is going to look so cool on you, Zeek.” After about 10 minutes Zak completed the rough layout, and started to set up his ink. “Go look in the mirror and let me know if you’re happy with the layout.” I walked to the mirror and checked out the design. “It looks perfect.” “Awesome, get your sweet ass over here.” “Yes sir.” “Have a seat and get your arm up here. I’ll start out slow so you can see how it feels. We’ll work on it as long as you can. If you need a break, just let me know.” I sat in the “hot seat” again. I was nervous and excited all rolled up into one. Zak positioned my arm, “Here we go. You’re about to lose your tattoo virginity.” The familiar buzz of the tattoo gun filled the room, and my adrenaline rush kicked in. Zak rubbed a dab of aquaphor onto the first spot and the needle pierced my skin and the first line was inked in no time. I was happy to find the pain tolerable. It felt more like an annoying pinching sensation than anything. I also quickly discovered that I like to watch. I like to see the needle entering my skin watching the tattoo take shape. Guess that doesn’t come as a surprise to me, since I love visual stimulation with sex too. Seeing piss or cum shooting from a hot cock, or watching a hard piece of meat sliding in and out of a gaping ass is totally erotic. I like eye contact while getting fucked too. There definitely is a sexual side to the process of getting tattooed. The needle poked my arm again and snapped me back to reality. After about an hour and a half or so of turning my arm this way and that way, and switching to lying on the table, while Zak carved his design into my arm, the line work was finished. “How are you doing, Zeek? Need a break for a few?” “Sure. A stretch break would be good.” “How does it feel?” “It’s definitely burning a little, but it’s ok.” “Cool, we won’t finish in one session so let me know when you need to end. I’ll let you call it.” I walked over to the mirror to check out my new ink. Zak appeared behind me in the mirror, slipped his arm around my waist and kissed me gently on the neck. “It’s looking so hot on you, Zeek.” “I love it so far.” “Wait until you see the color start to fill it in. It will come to life.” Zak returned to his seat and set up the colors needed in his ink caps. After about 5 minutes, “I’m ready for you, Zeek. Let’s start shading in that sucker.” This time Zak had me lay on the table to start. He positioned my arm straight out away from my body. “Damn, Zeek, you make me want to tear those jeans off and fuck you right here.” Zak wheeled his chair to the side of the table and kissed me on the belly. I caressed the back of his head. His lips felt incredible on my skin, and his beard tickled my side. My cock certainly responded to his touch. It was already half erect. “I’d love to seed you right now.” “As hard as this is to say, Nah uh, it’s ink time. We can play soon enough.” He said, “I know, I know…..Focus.” The buzz of his tattoo gun kicked in again, and the color started on my sleeve. About 2 ½ hours later we were finished for the day. A bunch of color was completed and it was looking awesome, but my arm was also on fire. Zak cleaned up sleeve, and lightly rubbed a thin coat of aquaphor onto my skin. “That’ll cool it down, Zeek. Go check it out, man.” I walked to the mirror. “Oh my God, Zak, I love it.” He walked over to me at the mirror. “Wait till it’s finished. It’s going to look awesome.” He wrapped my arm then taped it in place then returned to his work station and began to clean it up. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, admiring my new ink. “It’s going to bleed a little and leak ink a bit, Zeek, so clean it when you get home. Put the aquaphor on it a few times a day while it heals.” “Ok….no problem.” Zak again appeared behind me in the mirror. He pulled his t-shirt off, put his arms around my waist and pulled my body tight against his. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. My dick quickly boned up. I reached back and slipped my hand between us to grab his hard dick. I rubbed his hard rod through his jeans. His cock throbbed in my hand, and Zak let out a moan of pleasure and began kissing my neck. As he whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you raw, right here and right now,” he rubbed my hard cock, and unbuttoned my pants. He reached down into my pants and stroked my meat. My jeans dropped to my ankles, and Zak began to grind his cock against my bare ass. I could feel the wetness on the head of my cock as my precum leaked from my piss hole. Zak smeared my juice onto my shaft then put his wet hand over my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked up my precum from his hand. Zak slipped his thumb into my mouth, and I began to suck it. While he continued to kiss my neck from behind me, he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. I grabbed his ass and pressed his cock tight into my ass cheeks. Zak again moaned then grasped me around the waist and chest. He kept grinding his cock between my ass cheeks. “Fuck, you feel so good, Zeek. I want to feel my cock inside you. Give you what we both want. “Yes, you know I want it. Charge me up, Zak. Please fuck me.” I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them aside. I was now naked with Zak’s cock pressed hard against my ass. His precum began to lube my hole as he continued to rub his hard cock between my cheeks. He kicked his jeans off. Our bodies were both naked. The touch of Zak’s skin against my body sent chills up my spine, and I could already feel the sweat forming between us. Zak held me tightly from behind with his arm across my chest, and with a firm grip caressed my ass cheeks and rubbed his hand across my hole. My ass tightened and puckered while my cock stiffened and throbbed. Zak kissed me on my mid back, then on my side, and raised my arm above my head to bury his tongue in my arm pit. He continued to lick my pit, lapping up the scent off my body. He moved in front of me then pressed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my salty sweat on his lips and tongue. He spit in my mouth, and we continued to exchange saliva, while twisting our tongues together. With a firm grip on the back of my neck, we continued deep, erotic, French kissing for a few minutes. Then he hugged me and kissed my neck. He nibbled my ear lobe and buried his tongue in my ear while we ground our naked bodies against one another. Zak backed away from me, and snuck in one more kiss on my lips, then took me by the hand, our cocks both standing at attention and rock hard. He led me to the sofa where he first planted his seed in me the week before. He motioned to the couch, “Get on your knees, and spread those cheeks.” I eagerly obeyed. Zak knelt behind me and spread my cheeks wide with a firm grip. My puckered hole twitched with excitement, and he gave me one slap on the ass before burying his tongue into my ass. I arched my back and after continuous prodding and licking my hole opened up and his tongue slipped inside. He buried his tongue as deep as he could into my ass. The sensations sent chills through my body, and my hole begged to be filled by his cock. Zak gave one last grasp to my ass cheeks and a little massage. He stood up and then lounged back in a sitting position next to me on the sofa. His cock stood straight in the air. “Get your mouth on my cock and lube it up.” I shot onto the floor on my knees and slid the full length of his shaft down my throat. My tongue slid along his cock, and I began for work his dick in and out of my mouth. I continued to suck Zak’s cock, and it throbbed and pulsed in my mouth, spilling sweet precum down my throat. Zak grabbed the back on my head, shoving his cock deep down my throat. “Yeah, work that poz cock, swallow that charged precum.” He held his cock buried all the way in my mouth setting off my gag reflex, and making my eyes water. “Get up here and ride my cock. I want to see my meat slide all the way inside you.” I stood on the sofa, my legs straddling Zak’s, my pole standing straight up; balls dangling in front of his face. He tugged on my sack and engulfed both of my balls into his mouth. He sucked my balls, and licked them before grasping them with his hand and pulling them down to devour my cock down his throat. He sucked my rod for a few minutes, then said, “Sit on my poz cock, boy.” He spit in his hand, and as I lowered myself toward his hard shaft he smeared his spit onto my hole and lubed his cock with a few wet strokes. He directed the head of his meat toward my hole. His eyes were fixed on the head of his shaft as I squatted above his tool. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. His PA ring and dick head pressed at my asshole, and with a quick thrust his cock head slipped inside. With a slow, steady motion my ass lips slid down the full length of his shaft. His hard cock was all the way inside me. Zak grabbed my hips and buried his cock even deeper in me. “FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!! Feel my poz rod in you. My PA is going to tear you up.” His cock stiffened in me, and his PA stretched my hole with each pulse of his meat. Zak cupped his hands onto my ass, and spread my cheeks wide open. I began to ride is pole all the way in and out of me with slow, steady motions. He groaned each time I took his cock all the way inside me. “Fuck, yes Zak!” The sensations were driving me wild. My cock was stiff and pulsing. Zak again grabbed my waist and began to shove me down onto his cock faster and harder, thrusting his hips each time to drive his death-stick all the way inside me. I could feel his PA further stretching and working my hole raw with each slam of his cock into my hole. It felt amazing. “Damn, Zeek, I can’t hold out much longer. You want my poz load?” “Fuck, yes. Breed me. Make me your poz pig.” My ass tightened around his shaft. “Oh, fuck, yes, here it comes. I’m going to poz you up, pig.” Zak thrust inside me. I felt his cock throb over and over again. As he filled my guts with his DNA, I stroked my cock, erupting cum onto his face, and beard. He opened his mouth. My cock continued to pulse, and I shot more of my jizz across his lips onto his tongue. While my cock still throbbed, I slowly worked the length of his shaft in and out of my ass. “Fuck, yes, Zeek, work my poz babies into you.” Blood tinged cum dripped from my ass with each plunge down his cock. Then I sat on his cock until I felt it stop throbbing inside me. I pulled his dick from my ass, and it slapped against his biohazard tattoo. His meat was covered with streaks of pink tinged cum. “Fuck, yes. Look at that, Zeek. Keep my virus in you. It definitely has access to your bloodstream.” Zak scooped up his blood streaked cum from his cock and put his fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked them clean, swallowing every drop. Blood dripped from the edge of the bandage covering my freshly inked arm. It splattered onto Zak’s biohazard tattoo and cock. He ran his fingers down his shaft through my blood, across his lips and tongue. I kissed his mouth, tasting my blood on his lips. Still puffing and panting, “Fuck, Zeek. That was so hot. I love fucking my poz cum into your ass.” “I love feeling you shoot your toxic seed in me.” We need to change your bandage. Zak removed the wrapping from my arm and walked to his station for more bandages. I enjoyed looking at his naked body. It was such a turn on to me. He returned with more supplies and reapplied the bandage to my arm. We lie naked in each other’s arms on the sofa. “When can you get back down here to see me? We can continue your ink after a few weeks too. Let this heal a bit first.” “I definitely can get here in two weeks to continue my ink.” “How about we go on a date next weekend and an ink session two weeks from tonight same time?” “Sounds perfect to me.” “You know, you could possibly be ready for a biohazard tattoo in two weeks too.” I smiled, “Fuck yes.” My cock started to bone up at that thought, and I planted a slow, passionate kiss onto Zak’s lips. “Zeek, I want you to know something. I don’t want to just poz you. I like you, and not just a little. I like you a lot. I want you to be my boyfriend, my poz pig. What do you say?” “I’d like that a lot.” We continued to make out on the sofa. Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. Before we knew it both of our cocks were fully boned up again. We began to grind our bodies together. Zak kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Zeek, I want to give you my DNA again. Make you my poz boy……….”

I am new here and fairly new to this topic. I have some serious decisions to make and could use any advice. I will give a little background information. I have 2 gay friends I have known since grade school Scott and Mike. I have known Scott since 1st grade and Mike since high school. For most of my life I thought I was bi-sexual , but in reality I am gay. When in school I had my first gay experiences with Scott. He offered to suck my cock one day and the rest as they say is history. We did many things over the years sexually. He got me to start dressing in slutty female clothes for him, he really enjoyed that. I did it because he liked it but I could take it or leave it. This went on for several years. As I got older I was pressured into the whole get married have a family live in denial trap. That is what I did and Scott followed what he wanted and came out and never looked back.. Over the years we would still hook up from time to time. I would dress up for him and we would have a great time fucking. I would always ask him if he was clean and we always used condoms. We have been following this arrangement for many years. Jump to about 6 months ago and I get a call from Mike saying that he had recently spoken to Scott. Mike told me he was giving me a heads up because Scott told him that he wanted to be with me full time and was sick of waiting for my marriage to fall apart. He told Mike that if he infected me I would have no choice but to leave my wife, or risk passing it to her. Mike did not feel it was fair for Scott to get me that way. This kind of thing was all new to me and I was a bit naïve so Mike told me to check out this website to get more information on the topic.. It was an eye opening experience reading the stories on this site. So I have been thinking about my situation a lot for the last couple months. I actually do love Scott, we have known each other most of our lives.. I just don't know if I can take this ultimate step with him. He does not know that I have been tipped off to his plan. But I have to admit I would probably be happier living as an out gay man than staying in a marriage that I feel trapped by. Now for my decision, Scott called me on Thanksgiving to say hi. He said he wanted us to get together sometime in the next couple of weeks for a hook up. He told me to wear something extra slutty because he had a special gift to give me this year for Christmas. Normally I would laugh it off as him just talking about his dick but now I know he is probably hinting about more.. I do not know if I can resist being with him.

I was cruising CL not too long ago when I came across an interesting post. "Blindfolded bottom wanted" was the subject, and it had me intrigued immediately. The poster was a top who provided no other personal information about himself. Here was a guy who was looking to walk into someone's house, find him blindfolded and ass up, prelubed and ready to be fucked. No talking, no foreplay, just hot fucking. Those of you who read my story from back in January will already know that this is my kind of scene. I sent him a note with a pic of my eager hole (gaped wide by the guy who was kind enough to stop fucking me long enough to take it!) and waited. In less than 5 minutes, it was on. We went back and forth for a while with directions and instructions (he wanted me in my foyer, on the floor, blindfolded with a scarf and with my lube next to me on the floor). My hole twitched at the thought of being used by another random, unseen stranger. Then came the disappointment - he only played "safe." He told me he would bring the condom. As with my Philly dark room stranger, I was disappointed, but didn't let on. I needed a cock in my ass. He must have asked me three times if I was thinking about backing out. Clearly he's had guys flake or cancel on him plenty of times before. It is CL after all, and this isn't a scene for just anyone. But as we've seen before it's definitely mine! At the appointed time, I turned out all the lights in my house, and just left the porch light on. That was how he would be able to see me in the darkened house when he arrived. I tied a winter scarf around my eyes and got down on all 4's, completely naked, with my ass pointed toward the door. My brown bottle didn't stray far from my nose as I waited in silence for his footsteps to approach. I didn't have to wait long. The door opened and I heard the rustle of fabric as he shed his clothes. Then I felt his fingers on my ass, caressing one cheek, then the other, then slipping into my crack to find my hole. With an approving grunt, he knelt down behind me and pushed my knees apart to position me in line with his cock. I felt just the tip nudge against my hole, and realized that he had never stopped to wrap his cock. Was I going to be made to take this complete stranger's load? YES! He slid about half of his shaft inside me, pausing with a sigh to relish the velvety smoothness of my hole. Neither of us said anything, but I gave an enthusiastic grunt to let him know that he felt as good to me as I did to him. That was all he needed. As he slid in and out of my hole - pulling out entirely from time to time to tease me with the head before plunging back in - the brown bottle made regular trips to my nose and I was in heaven! His balls slapped against mine and he repeatedly slapped my ass as his thrusts quickened, and I could feel his shaft getting even harder inside my hole as the sperm began flowing out of his balls. With a gasp, he lurched and gripped my hips extra-tight, and I could feel his cock jerking and spasming deep inside me as he blew his load. With one last slap of my ass he pulled out, and I felt his cum running down my balls to drip on the floor beneath me. He dressed, the last sound I heard being his zipper before the door opened and my stranger disappeared into the night.

San Pedro Sula Prison: A Bug Chaser's Dream - Chapter 1 - Dear Cousin – It has been 19 months, 21 days as far as I can tell since I was last able to contact you. I am not sure if you will get this or not, but I wanted to try and had these letters/my diary smuggled out in a Pringles can, with a promise that it would be mailed. I just wanted you to know I was alive and well, but please do not tell anyone in the family or the authorities! If you do, my life would be at risk and I would be killed as well as the man I love and my new family. I have always told you and Dale how much I admired your relationship and that I hoped to find that for myself someday, a man who truly loves me, and I have!! Although not in the way I would have ever imagined. You have always enjoyed the stories of my sexual escapades, so am sure you will find much in here to enjoy as well. Take care, all my best, and I will be in touch again if I can and someday, maybe someday, if all works as planned, you will see me again and my new man. Love – Your Cousin I needed a break. Work and life had become too much and I just went through a bad breakup. My boyfriend had caught me looking at some websites about barebacking and HIV fetish/bug chasing and also found some of my letters to you Cousin where I talked about the fantasy and asked if you and Dale fucked each other raw and he freaked. He accused me of cheating, of risking his health, of being stupid, and more. No matter how much I tried to explain it was just curiosity, he would not believe me, and so we went our separate ways. While I had not cheated or ever barebacked, that was the truth, but my interest was more than curiosity. I was fascinated and jerked off every day thinking about my boyfriend fucking me raw, or some stranger infecting me, and felt that we were missing out on an important connection in our relationship. So, I planned a vacation to San Pedro Sula, Honduras, the second largest city in the country and about a 3-hour drive from Copan, a Mayan site I had read about and wanted to visit. The heat was the first thing I noticed when I got off the plane as it is always 80-90 degrees here and I came in May, the hottest month of the year. The taxi from the airport had no air conditioning so I was happy to get to my room at the Hilton Princess hotel and relax a bit. As soon as I checked in I approached the concierge whose name tag said HUMBERTO, he was about 50 and I told him I would like to go see the city if he could find me a taxi that I could hire for the afternoon as I wanted to do several stops. Then I quietly tried to ask him about any gay bars, including a dance bar I found online called Spot. I was not sure he understood that part although he spoke pretty good English, so thanked him, gave him a nice tip, went to my room and two hours later he called, said he had a driver for me, and so I went to the lobby. Humberto was now in his street clothes and met me by the elevator. I asked, “Where do I find the taxi?” He shook my hand and said, “No, no taxi, I will drive you, anyplace you want to go, $50 U.S., ok?” Sounded like a good plan to me and made me feel safer since he worked at the hotel. We hopped into his car and he took me to the Central Park, drove me around the city, told me a bit about the history as the city was founded in 1536, took me to the Guamilito Market, then to the Circunvalacion – the night district – for dinner where I invited him to join me. Once I finished dinner I figured it was now or never, so I asked him again about gay bars and Spot. “You like men?” Humberto asked with a lecherous smile, “Yes, well that place is OK, but very crowded and mostly, hmm how you say, children. Young ones. I know a better place for you I think.” I watched the city go by as he drove me to our next destination. Humberto parked, told me to follow him, and we then walked about a block and half to a nondescript door and entered. The bar was bigger than I expected and fairly crowded with a nice mix of men. “This is where the local men go,” Humberto said, “Better for you, no?” as he rubbed his crotch and laughed. I laughed too, we sat at the bar and Humberto ordered us both drinks – Guaro. I always drank beer and very rarely drank liquor, so was soon feeling good and buzzed, and wicked horny. Being surrounded by all those men, in a foreign place, wanting to be fucked so bad, made my dick hard. It did not help that several guys were getting pretty hot and heavy at a few of the tables and there was a pretty constant stream of guys going in and out of a back door that had a curtain over it. I assumed it was where the bathrooms were, but some of the guys were coming back out with clear hardons, so I assumed something more was going on. Humberto and I were joined by a couple of his friends including a guy who was about 23, clean shaven, wavy black hair, and hot as fuck! His name was Ernesto and it was clear he was as interested in me as I was in him and I soon found myself following him back through the curtained door. There was a short hallway with a bathroom with no door on either side. A few steps along the hall opened into a large backroom with a couple of couches, a few chairs, and several guys in the midst of various sex acts. Ernesto’s long, uncut dick was soon out and in my mouth. He tasted like he had not showered all day and I loved the smell and taste of his funk! I ran my tongue around his foreskin, savoring his musk as his dick responded, swelled, and got hard and throbbing. While I sucked him, one of the other men in the room came over and stuck his dick in my face, jacking it hard, as he and Ernesto chatted in Spanish. I did not know what they were saying and did not care as I continued sucking. Ernesto stood me up, had me bend over and as he began licking at my ass and making me moan, his friend came around and fed me his dick. He was not as big as Ernesto, but was uncut too and tasted even better as his dick was coated and slick with precum. He was close. I had not swallowed a load in years since before my ex and I had gotten together and had only ever played safe, even with oral sex. The thought of it made me hot and horny, and scared. No, I couldn’t, so I kind of pushed him away, shook my head, as he mumbled and went back and said something to Ernesto. Ernesto stopped eating my ass, stood up, and I felt his dripping dick begin sliding up and down my ass crack. I looked back and saw his friend was standing beside him, watching and jerking his dick hard. God that felt good. I wanted to get fucked so bad. “Please use a condom,” I said. “Si, condom,” Ernesto replied. He continued rubbing his dick in my ass crack as he got harder and harder. I suddenly felt a hot, wet splatter on my ass crack and left cheek. I turned and saw that Ernesto’s friend was jacking super fast and hard and shooting his load onto my ass. I started to stand up just as Ernesto’s dick forced itself into outer ring. “NO – DON’T FUCK ME RAW – YOU NEED A CONDOM!” I cried out. I tried stepping away from his dick but Ernesto was holding my hips hard and I was not able to move as he continued to use his buddy’s cum as lube to fuck me. The Guaro, mixed with my fascination with bareback sex, and the amazing feeling of his raw dick in my ass quickly eliminated all resistance in my mind to what was happening. “Si, condom”, Ernesto said again as his pushed deeper into my ass. I could not believe how amazing his dick felt! Taking a dick raw was better than I had imagined. The heat from his dick against my skin, the friction, being able to feel his head, his shaft, holy fuck it was unbelievable!! I arched my back, pushed my ass back, and begged Ernesto to fuck me. Ernesto picked up his pace, started speaking Spanish really fast, and I then felt him cum in my ass. MY FIRST LOAD OF CUM!!! I was surprised that I could actually feel it. I felt every spurt, every hot drop, and was so lost in that I barely noticed when he started to slide out of my ass. Ernesto pulled up his pants, smiled, said, “Gracias,” and then waited for me to pull my pants up and follow him back out to the bar where he said goodbye and left. Humberto gave me a knowing smile as he handed me a fresh Guaro drink and said, “Good place, no? I knew you would like it here.” I could barely speak as my mind replayed over and over what had just happened. It was not long before I found myself following another of Humerto’s friends into the back and was begging for him to cum in me. I wanted to feel raw dick again and more hot cum. I had never felt anything like that. I was a bit drunk by this point so ended up lying on the arm of the couch to keep myself steady. He shot his load and as he pulled out, a stream of fresh cum began running down my leg. I did not care, I just wanted to bred again and stayed in position with my ass up and freshly lubed with cum for more dick. I did not have to wait as my hole was soon filled with more dick intent on breeding me. I took two more loads before Humberto came back and found me. “Time we should go. Grande goma for you tomorrow. Come on,” he said. Humberto helped me stand, get my pants up, then steered me as I stumbled to his car. My body was drunk, but my mind seemed so clear. I was angry for what my ex had denied me for so long, and ecstatic at what had just happened. We arrived back at the Hilton and Humberto took me in a back door and helped me up to my room. I plopped onto the bed as he undressed me and through my drunk fog realized Humberto was rubbing my ass. He was not really my type, but I wanted more cum, so I started wiggling my ass and moaning to invite him in as he fingered my cum filled hole. “Suck my polla, suck my dick, Humberto said as he pulled his finger out and I rolled over. I was surprised how big his dick was! Damn! I greedily got on my knees and scooted forward so I could suck him deep, giving myself a little carpet burn in the process. Humberto’s uncut dick was a good 10 inches and very thick and while Ernesto smelled and tasted musky, Humberto’s dick was ripe and sour. It drew me in like ants to a picnic as I sniffed, licked, and sucked him. My knees ached, so I stood up, plopped onto the bed on my back, grabbed my ankles and begged, “Please fuck me, come on man, I want your cum, PLEASE!!” “Hmm, such a pretty culo. That ass got much leche, umm cum tonight, no? You want me to wear this,” Humberto said as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and waved it at me. I had a second where a warning flashed through my mind about safe sex, but I knew what I wanted, no what I needed. “NO – NO CONDOM!” I said as I fingered my ass a little and let some of the cum dribble out. I wanted it now, so Humberto got undressed, stroked his dick a few times, and once he was nice and hard and leaned forward and entered my wet ass. Raw dick was the best thing ever!!! I didn’t care what Humberto looked like, he had a huge nice dick and he was fucking me bareback. He was bigger than anyone else I had taken that night, so it hurt a bit, but in a good way, and as I jacked my dick my ass relaxed, and Humberto was soon balls deep and pushing all the cum I had taken earlier further and further up my ass. Humberto fucked me for quite awhile. My legs were cramping and I was almost ready to ask him to stop when he tensed, picked up the pace and unloaded in me. I did not feel him cum, but knew it was a big load as cum started running out of my hole with every thrust. Humberto pulled his dripping dick from my ass, and sighed as I got back on my knees and licked him clean. The taste of the cum was unexpected and was kind of rank, but I wanted it all. As I licked his shaft I noticed some streaks of red – blood – and realized he had torn me up a little when he fucked. Right then I didn’t care and just kept cleaning him off. I finished and Humberto said, “Copan, I know a good way to go. I can take you tomorrow if you like? Say $200 U.S.? Yes? I will be here at 9:00, pack everything and check out and when we get back I will have my friends at the front desk upgrade your room, Yes?” I mumbled yes and collapsed onto the bed as Humberto left. The prediction was right, I had a wicked goma, or hangover the next morning, but the strong coffee and big breakfast helped. It was not until I was on my second cup of coffee that I thought about the risks I had taken last night. Had those guys been clean? What about HIV? What about other diseases? I felt a bit guilty and unsure, but as soon as I focused on how good the raw dick and cum felt in me that all disappeared and I was overcome with the need for more. Humberto was true to his word, was there at 9:00 and helped me with my bags and soon we were off to Copan. The ruins were amazing and we even found a spot where I bent over and took a thick load from Humberto. For an older guy he was a great fuck and the excitement of being fucked raw, outdoors, added to the intensity. It was late in the day before we started back and Humberto said he wanted to take a different route. I didn’t care and just sat back to enjoy the ride. As we got back to the city Humberto slowed the car, and pulled over. We stopped in front of a cinder block building that had a couple military/police looking trucks parked in front. Humberto stopped the car and said, “Wait here, I just need to see somebody.” I nodded and slumped in the car seat and closed my eyes. It had been a long day and I was still feeling last night’s fun. I was suddenly awakened by someone pounding on the car window and shining a flashlight into my eyes. I came awake as they opened the door and as I got out of the car and my eyes adjusted saw the man who had awakened me was in some sort of uniform. Looked like police. He ushered me through a metal grill door, through a couple rooms, and into a room where Humberto was standing speaking to a man behind a desk. The man behind the desk smiled and said, “So, you are the tragaleche, the fresa? Hmm,” and then started speaking in Spanish again to Humberto. I was not sure what they were saying until Humberto said, “He asked if you were the, ummm, milk drinker, you know, swallow cum, and the gay. They want to fuck. These are friends, it is OK. I told them you had a bueno culo, a good ass, so here, suck me.” The policeman who had escorted me in closed the door to the office we were in as I knelt on the concrete floor and started sucking Humberto’s dick. “No, stand,” he said, so I stood up, dropped my pants, and leaned over as the man behind the desk came around. The man ran a hand over my ass, then up my back and down to my ass as I got Humberto hard. I heard him unzip his pants and he said something to Humberto as he pushed his dick into my hole. He was not that big, so it did not hurt at all when he went in. My ass was pretty sweaty, so no lube was needed and the load Humberto had given me earlier made me pretty wet inside. He and Humberto talked to each other as he fucked and I don’t know if it was dirty talk or what. Even though I know Spanish now, I don’t remember their exact words as I was not paying attention to anything except my excitement of getting some more raw dick. The guy fucking me did not last long at all and as he came he froze, his dick twitching in my ass the only sign of him breeding me with more Honduran cum. He pulled out, said something to the guard who had brought me in from the car and went and sat back down at his desk as I continued to suck Humberto while the guard fucked me. The man behind the desk started speaking to Humberto again and it sounded like they were arguing. Humberto pulled his dick out of my mouth, so I put one hand on the desk to keep my balance as the guard fucking me continued. He had a nice thick dick, and I was enjoying being taken raw. All my fantasies had come true on this trip. What else could happen to make it any more memorable? Well, I soon found out. The guard continued pumping my ass as Humberto and the man behind the desk’s voices got more intense, but then calmed and they shook hands. Humberto turned and said to me, “My friend here, he has Guaro he wants to share with you. I told him how much you like. He also has some, how you say, others, like him, he thinks you will like, OK? I will come back in a bit for you.” And with that Humberto left me along in the room with the man behind the desk and the guard fucking me. The man behind the desk said something to guard fucking me who stopped, pulled his dick out of my ass and said in halting English, “Come on. We go for fun.” I pulled my pants up and followed him through a door in the back of the office as the man behind the desk smiled. We walked down several halls that were painted a light green half way up. I noticed bars over the windows and started asking what was going on. The guard said nothing, opened a door and motioned me in. There were a couple other guards in the room sitting around a wooden table playing cards, smoking, and drinking as a black and white TV played in the background. My escort said something to them, they smiled, nodded, and all started speaking really fast. The guard sitting on the right took his black booted feet off the table, grabbed the bottle of Guaro, poured a drink into a dirty empty glass, pushed it towards me and said, “Hello friend, here, drink up.” I looked at the guards. Each was dressed in a navy blue uniform with cold edged lapels on their shoulders, patches on each upper arm, and blue caps with gold writing on it. I glanced about the room and noticed a couple machine guns in the corner and suddenly started thinking I was not just in some army barracks or something. This was something more. I had a feeling I was going to need it so I grabbed the drink, guzzled it down, and held out the glass for more. The guards all smiled, laughed, and filled the cup for me to empty again. The guard who had handed me the drink was rubbing his crotch now and said, “We have not been home in days. We have not been able to see our wives and our friend told us you are a good wife. You like being fucked?” I nodded yes as I grabbed the bottle and emptied it into my glass. “Good, good,” the guard continued, “We like to fuck chucha, or pussy as you say, so let us see your chucha my amiga.” I dropped my pants, sat in an empty chair and took off my shoes, slipped my pants off and set them on the chair, took of my shirt, then bent over and showed the three guards my ass. “Give me your leche, por favor,” I begged. Humberto had taught me a couple words of Spanish, my new favorite being leche for cum. The scraping of chairs being pushed back from the table resounded in the room as all three guards stood up. Soon hands were fondling my ass, my nipples, and I was hoping they were enjoying what they were seeing. I soon had confirmation they were as I was led into a side room that had a couple cots lined up against one wall. The first guard bent me over and tried shoving his hard dick up my ass. He had a really big dick head and was having a hard time going in. I then felt a cold liquid being poured over my ass as the guard who had handed me the drink poured some Guaro out of a fresh bottle down the crack of my ass and then took a big swig. I stood up as far as I could and tilted my head as he filled my throat from the new bottle. The liquor was really kicking in and helped relax my ass enough for the guard’s dick to start working up my hole. He lost patience though and slammed it in, making me cry out as his buddies and he continued speaking to each other. One of the other guards stuffed my mouth with a dick that was about seven inches as the guard with the Guaro bottle watched and jacked. I was in full cum pig mode now and wanted raw dick and cum. I wanted to be bred and begged again, “Give me your leche, por favor, give me your leche, por favor.” Each guard in turn unloaded a hot, thick load of cum up my ass and I even got two fresh loads down my throat. When they finished and we went back to the outer room I went to get my clothes off the chair when the guard stopped me, “No, no my friend. Here sit, have a drink.” I thought Humberto must be waiting for me and told them so, but he just laughed and said, “Umm, yes, soon.” A couple drinks later the door opened and I stood up when I saw the guard who had got me out of the car knowing Humberto must be here now for sure. He stepped into the room, followed by three other guards. As they all crowded into the small room and the din of Spanish drowned out all other noise, I suddenly felt very exposed and unsure, and decided I wanted to go. I grabbed my clothes and stepped to the door, but was blocked. One of the new guards smiled at me, turned me around, stuck a finger up my cum filled ass, pulled it out, turned me around and fed it to me as his friends all laughed. He then took my clothes, tossed them back on the chair and led me into the room with the cots, followed by the other new guards. This was how the rest of the night went. I was fucked raw and used and bred by a number of the guards. After the first four or five I stopped counting, but I think at least 10 or 12 different guards fucked me and some of them bred me multiple times. The Guaro kept me just drunk enough that frankly I did not care and so got into just taking raw dick and the rest did not matter. This was the most wild and craziest and amazing sex I had ever had! Hours later I was laying on one of the cots, my body wet from sweat and cum. The next man who came in was the one who had been sitting behind the desk when I arrived. He wrinkled his nose, looked at me in disgust, then tossed me my clothes. I asked, “Is Humberto here?” He just motioned for me to come, so I followed him out of the now empty room and down a series of winding corridors. We passed a few windows and I was shocked to realize it was getting daylight out. Holy fuck, I had been there all night. As we went through a few sets of cell like gates or doors, we passed several guards who all smiled, laughed, whooped at me, and a couple slapped or pinched my ass. I thought I recognized a couple of them, but frankly, having been face down almost the entire night really could not say. At the last locked cell gate, I stopped and looked at the words over the door that even through the chipped paint could still be made out, words that I would later learn meant CAUTION – PRISONERS. Immediately beyond the locked gate was a metal door. My escort knocked, the door opened, he stood to the side and motioned for me to step in a head of him. I walked into the room and stepped past the guy who had opened the door. He was not a guard, that was for sure and as I looked about the room my escort and the new guy exchanged some words and I turned to see the guard accept a wad of bills. He looked at me, not a sign of emotion on his face, the metal door closed and he was gone. I stepped further into the room as the guy who had closed the door pushed me forward a little. Sitting in wooden chair near a small, barred window was a tall man with a short buzz cut, mustache, no shirt, and a muscled body with a number of tattoos. He was smoking a cigarette and was sitting in a relaxed manner with his legs spread wide, his left hand resting on his thigh as he looked at me and exhaled. He was flanked by two similarly clad men who seemed a bit tense. The man in the chair spoke, his voice was deep, mellow, and sounding so reassuring as he said, “I am Santos. Welcome, welcome, welcome to San Pedro Sula Corrections Facility – the most dangerous prison in Honduras and your new home.” Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – Gangbanger Breeding

I get out it of the cab at the host hotel of IML and I see all this hot meat in front and I can feel there eyes raping me . It started as I was coming home from the lake witch is about 6 miles from home and I would go every chance I could to see if one day I could get into some girl pants but it never happen. At the time I started think I was a human freak by having a dick that is big 11 X 7. Well, on the way home my Bicycle chain broke again and being over 90 degrees with 4 more miles till I get home and needing a drink you don't turn down a helping hand. Rocky pulls up in his truck and offers me a ride home. I have seen Rocky around and new very little about as he kept to him self very much on his farm. He offers me a drink and boy I am thirsty so I gulp it down fast and then the lights went out. When I wake up it's very dark I'm naked with my hands in hand cuffs above my head and my legs are spread wide on some type of bed. When Rocky enters he turn on the lights and I see what's on the walls and I know my life is in a lot danger and scream and Rocky says I can make all the noise I want. He comes and sits on the side of the bed and looks me in my eyes and says all the stories about my dick are true as he grabs it and starts to jerk me off and says I bet you are still a virgin. The truth is I am as the few times I tried to fuck a girl they would say no way. Being 5 Ft 7 120 lb. my dick does make me a freak but Rocky says to me I'm just looking at the wrong place to get my dick in a hole. He says that will change when his friends come over to show me but for now I have to get you ready. Rocky give me a drink and it taste like heavy chemicals are in it then the real shock hits me as he takes out a hypodermic syringe and takes out the alcohol cleans my arm , Rocky puts a rubber band around my arm. I tell him I don't do drugs ever and I don't want to be an addict, the needle goes in my arm I see a flash of my blood , he pushes the plunger and lb. I can't breath I feel like I'm going to die. After the rush Rocky gives me a kiss and says this will help me when his friends get here and the Medicine he just gave me will let me enjoy what they have planed for me. When Rocky friends show up i’m really scared as they look like some motor cycle gang with tattoos in all their leather. They tell Rocky that he found a nice piece of meat for them. One says they have not had the pleasure of taking someone so young into the brotherhood. I tell them I have to get home and their leader says this is my new home and if I don't do as they say I will be beaten. The leader takes me off the bed and cuffs me the wall with me on my toes. He takes his belt off and starts to hit me and says this is just the beginning. When he stops he runs his hand over my body, I can feel him sticking his finger in my ass , he says to Rocky you did very good job with finding this new prospect as he is very tight and never took a dick in his hole yet and my body is perfect for what they have planed and I could be a big money maker for them as a cum dump or taking care of chasers once I become a member of the brotherhood. Rocky basement is full of all kinds of scary equipment whips, floggers , cattle prods I and some medical equipment that we use on the farm to impregnate or to help with birth of cows. They take me over to a bench and strap me down and I see Rocky with a tray with syringes some with needles and the bigger ones without. Rocky says I have given him a small slam and I should be given a bigger one before they get to work. The leader says also give his hole a good booty bump as I'm very tight. Again that needle goes in my arm and I feel the rush , next I feel my hole being force up and it's BURNING. Once it stops the leader comes in front and stick his dick with a large PA and tells me to start to suck , I refuse and he takes the cattle prod off the wall and gives me a ZAP. He comes back in front and says for me to open my mouth and I do and that prod HURTS. It does not take long before he is hard , I feel his dick by my hole and he yells IT HOLE WRECKING TIME. With one thrust he goes balls deep on me and it hurts and he is pulling out and then back in again. I guess he is finish as he comes in front of me and tell me to suck his dick and I can see blood and his cum on it and I don't to be zap again so I start to suck it. He tells the other 2 who he calls his sons to start helping me become a member of the brotherhood with their babies in me.

This is my first story. I am trying to narrate this part in view of a Daddy. An old lady, who lived in the opposite apartment of me, moved out and rented her apartment to a young jock in his mid 20's. He wore sweat pants and sleeveless t-shirt on the first day. He was clean shaven with short brown hair and green eyes. A couple days later, I drummed up the courage to go over and introduce myself. His name was AJ and he was a nice jovial guy, but a bit arrogant with his looks. He wore a very tight sleeveless t-shirt that depicted his muscular chest and flat abs. His nipples were peering through his sweat drenched t-shirt. I introduced myself and we made small talk for a few minutes. Upon my leaving I turned around and he was bent at the waist working on cleaning the floor of the house, the sight of his bulbous butt, made my dick harden in the very instance. As I stood there mesmerized by this vision of twin mountains, separated by a long and very deep valley, I could not help but fantasize about what it would be like to drill my 10 inch tool in that oversized bubble booty. A couple days later AJ was outside moving his furnitures, dressed in nothing but a small short. The weather was very hot that day, made his muscled athletic torso glistening with sweat, and when he turned around, you could see his sweat following the line of his back all the way down the back of his shorts, creating a long inviting river of sweat, entrenched deep between his basketball size melon butts, which were bouncing up and down with each step. I went over with a couple bottles of cold beer, and said "You need to take a break, kind of hot to be mowing the furniture this time of the day", He accepted the beer with a smile and we started chit chatting about the weather. He invited me to sit on his black sofa in his room in the back of the house which was totally enclosed. He grabbed a towel from a chair and wiped the sweat from his face, neck and chiseled torso, he then took off his shoes and wiped his feet and discarded the towel to the ground. He sat back on the chair and proceeded to unbuttoned his shorts, There he says, "that's better now, and thanks to you this beer hits the spot", "Glad to hear it" I said. We continued to talk about random things, then all of a sudden, he dropped his sweat drenched shorts to the ground, and there he was standing in front of me in his white briefs, which by now have become transparent from the sweat. He then asked me to help him with another chore he had to do, which was to fix a light in the ceiling and he needed me to hold the ladder, since it was an old one and weak. My eyes could not look away from those overstuffed cushions wrapped in a see through white briefs riding up his crack, exposing a part of his lower gluts, not that the rest wasn't covered, not much left to the imagination and I was not complaining. He set up the ladder and stepped up to the sixth step with his tools.I stepped on the last step of the ladder looking up this magnificent view of my neighbor's voluminous melon ass, spread like a work of art just inches away from my face. On a dare I stepped up the ladder closer, by now he stepped down a notch and my face was just 2 inches away from his melon ass, I could smell the musk of his sweat and gigantic bubbles. He must have felt my breath on his ass cheeks, since he bent over, expanding the size of his already over inflated mammoth ass. By then my dick was rock hard and peeking out of my shorts, fascinated with the sight of such a beefy ass and the musk it produced, I pressed my nose in his crack very gently, sniffing the man scent which sent chills down my spine and my dick was oozing pre-cum. At that moment, I felt a pressure that enveloped my entire face, by then he had stepped further down and his basketball size melons were pressed firmly on my face, my nose deep in his butt crack. Without hesitation, I reached with both hands and pulled down his underwear below his massive basketball size buns, there they were in all its glory, then I squeezed my hands around his gigantic bulbous ass, and licked his entire posterior, I then separated his mammoth ass cheeks and exposed his pink manhole. He quivered and moaned, "Come on, Fuck my ass !", "That's what you wanted? Huh faggot?", I said with a hard slap on his bulbous ass with my right hand leaving bright red spot on his cheek and then he replied, "OUCH!!! Yes, Plow my big fat ass without mercy", to which i shouted "Fuck Yeah! You are my bitch now, and that big melon ass is mine to use not yours from this time", then I pulled his firm bubble butts further apart then started to spit and finger fuck him, which drove him wild. He arched his bubble booty back even more then squirmed all the while perched on the ladder, "Yeah, Yeaahhh! drill my fuckin ass, slap it! slap it! yeaaahhh!! Come on, fuck my ass!". "Ohhh, motherfucker! you gonna make me fuck you, Motherfucking Faggot!", i replied, at that point my dick couldn't take more, but i said "If you want this 10 inch dick in your meaty ass, do as i say, it is not that easy to get this cock in your holes". I showed him my tool for the first time, his mouth was wide open with surprise, "OMG!!! 10 inch, Please shove it deep in my ass". The bitch immediately started licking my cock, then i slapped him vey hard in the face, making half of his face cheek bright red. He cried a little but without taking his eyes off my cock. I told him, Ït is a privelege for you to see my cock and take it in your open dirty mouth and that big melony shitty ass. Dont ever touch it without my permission. You are not deserved for this.". He cried out, "Take me as your slave bitch! I've never seen a cock of this size. Please accept this slut, i'll do anything as per your wish". I went near to his face and asked him to open his mouth, he opened it very widely expecting a big juicy 10 incher in his mouth with eagerness in his eyes, then i opened my zipper, took my cock out and pissed in his mouth. I expected a shock and crying from this bitch boy but he drank all the piss without missing a drop and even licked his lips after with a slight satisfied smile. I realised then this arrogant jock was a slutty whore who cannot resist a 10 inch snake. He still didnt took his eyes off my cock, i slapped him again in the face and zipped the trousers and proceeded to move out of the house. He ran to me like a dog in all fours with his tongues out looking at my cock in the trouser, i spit on his tongue and kicked his extra large bubble butt with my foot leaving a bright red adidas foot mark in his right ass cheek, "Not so fast, You slutty whore! Your meaty melon butt is not a match for my 10 inch cock, do as i say and wait for your turn. Now go inside you faggot!". I slammed the door hard and left for my apartment thinking how slutty he is and how to devour his ass. I also patte myself for reducing this arrogant jock to a slutty whore which is actually his true place. ... to be continued

Exactly. I had a friend who was consistently bad about taking his complera. He would take it probably 4-5x a week on average, but not would forget alot. at his last checkup, his VL was still undetectable, but his CD4 had dropped about 150 points. While a CD$ count can drop for a number of reasons, that was significant for him, with no cold, flu, etc. not to put too fine a point on it, but you sero convert when you become HIV+, not three years later. Yup, it will pretty much be the same, just stay on top of your meds. the emotional rollercoaster part will go away in time, and it will just become a slight reminder in the back of your mind.

got the proof yesterday that i am a certified poz cumdump.....so nobody will have any doubts.....will take any and all cock offered to me.

There is so much power in a raw top, his big thick cock and then his nutt. The power that is in that nutt is awesome. And then if the top has Aids or is poz, it just doubles or triples the power that the tops has.

A Top fuckbud has whored me out on two occasions in a hotel room. Both times I was blindfolded and had to take anonymous loads from whoever he okayed. He had invited less than 8 guys or so to these mini gang bangs which lasted for three hours or so. The sensory perception was really intense. Since I could not see anything, I usually first realized someone was there when I felt them fingering my ass or nudging their cock up against my hole. Some were verbal, while others bred me somewhat quietly. While the guys fucked me in various positions, it seemed like every time I was being fucked doggy style, I got spit roasted as I would get a usually slimy cock shoved into my mouth. Probably one of the guys who had just fucked me. Getting fucked anonymously got me really horned up. I don't know that I like to take anonymous loads on a regular basis, but once a year or so allows me to be a true cum slut.

Daddy's can go the distance! When I was your age, I came quickly and then was pretty disinterested... Now I can cum several times in one night, often waking up in the middle of the night wanting to slide..again into a warm wet hole. I luv fucking younger or twink ass, hairy or smooth...luv to eat it too. I prefer to top younger guys...butt...never have found a younger guy that can " go the distance"....yet.

Just what I wanted happened! with some delayed gratification- dreams do come true

Reversed situation- I've had a couple tops pull out last minute. I felt cheated each time. You're loving my hole, you're treating me like the trashy bottom you want me to be, but my hole isn't good enough to cum in?... My whole being becomes part of making the top feel good and cum, anything less is a job not well-done.

Last night. Was all horned up but nowhere to go. Decided to log into PlanetRomeo (haven't been very active there lately). Got a hit by a younger guy (early 20s) saying he wanted to fuck a "daddy" (I guess I am but don't see myself as that) as he is into older guys. He was staying over with friends to go to a concert. I am not really into young guys but we chatted a bit and he sent some pics of his body. We chatted some more. Later he sent a few pics of his cock. OMFG! Big, thick with trimmed pubes and shaved balls. Told him to cum over after the concert. Showered and douched and waited. He shows up around 12am. Goodlooking too. Big bulge! He didn't disappoint. Rim, fuck, rim, fuck. The word condoms never came up. He just fucked and planted two loads in me. Afterwards he asked if he could add me to his contact list on PlanetRomeo so he could come over again when he was in town again. Could I say no? Sweet kid and a great fucker!

Hope you get to fuck him again.

Friday PM I was really horny so I decided I was going bunk off work and go looking for some dick. I put adds on BBRT, Squirt, Grindr etc I got a couple of hits but they all wanted to meet later. The problem was I wanted it now. So I went to to PANTS at Central Station. When I arrived I stripped down to only my jock and with poppers in hand walked around looking for an eager cock. I didn't really care who was attached to it, I just needed cock and cum. Central station has a main room and two dark rooms off it. I went into the one with the sling but it was occupied so I walked back out to the main room and lent against the wall. I'd bought a beer so was happy spying all the lovely dicks going by. I felt a hand on my arse and then fingers probing. Yes this was good. So I bend forward and allow the hand better access. He took that as a positive sign because I then felt the head of his cock on my butt. Superb. No rubber. He pushed in and fucked me hard. It wasn't long before the tell tale signs of a hardening dick and heavy grunting and the guys cuming in me. Fucking A. When he withdraws I turn around to clean him off only to get grabbed by another set of hands. And before I know it I felt another dick pushing into me. I got fucked in that position by 5 guys with each of them unloading in me. I have no idea who they were or what they looked like but I felt used and dirty, fucking love that feeling.

Never. I was staunch about protection until I was 20 and my longterm boyfriend got me addicted to taking his load. We ended a couple months later, but the raw fucking never did, oops.

I have one like that in my stable of regulars. He's become one of my special one's after seven years of taking his uncut 9" brown cock and all the cum he can pound into me. And to think I almost turned him away when he first hit on me because I thought a 21 year old twink was not my thing. I remember telling him after he hounded me to let him in on the gangbang I was assembling, "Ok, but you better be every inch of the 9" you promised me!" Boy did he deliver that day and every time since. Every bottom needs to give a twink top a chance. We've had some amazing sex over the years. Going to do it again tomorrow. lol.

JAMES James watched a young white math teacher’s throat bulging out as he deep throated his black cock. Matt was the name of the young teacher and James could tell this wasn’t the first time Matt sucked another man’s cock but definitely first time with big black cocks like his. James let Matt take his time to take as much of his cock down the throat. He felt Matt’s throat muscles contracting around the head of his cock and still almost half of his cock was out. James saw Matt trying to take more of his cock inside of throat. James placed his hands on the back of the young man’s head and started to push him down a little bit to help him with the efforts. Soon the young white cock sucker’s throat and wind pipe opened up as James monster black cock traveled past the throat and hit the wind pipe of the young man. James held Matt there for few minutes before he released him to get some air. Matt offered no resistance as James’s cock blocked his air supply completely for few minutes until he was on the verge of choking. James found young man’s eagerness to be used by him amusing and used it to jerk his cock to full erection. He stopped pushing Matt down and allowed Matt to work on James’ cock on his own while James looked out of his office window at his young athletes getting changed into their jocks and singlets. James could see some young beta males in development even among young boys like Jason’s Joey. He watched Joey admiring Jason’s body as they got ready for the practice. James grabbed Matt’s hair and started to bob his head on his cock faster and faster til his balls tightened getting ready to blast his cum. He pulled out and sprayed his thick white cum all over the face and and the hair of the young white teacher on the floor. When he was done shooting his cum, he let the young white teacher clean him up before restuffing it back to his jock. James walked out of his office to join his high school wrestlers leaving young white math teacher, Matt to covered with thick white cum. JASON I felt Joey’s ass rubbing on my cock while I pinned him down again. I even heard him moan as he pushed his ass up to rub on my cock. When I first met him, he used to put a decent fight when we wrestled but after few years of losing to me, he seemed to have gotten used to getting pinned down and to enjoy rubbing his ass on my cock. It wasn’t until the summer after our graduation that I found out just how much he enjoyed my cock on his ass. After the graduation, Joey and I got summer job as camp counselor near New York City. One of my old friend from NYC worked as a counselor as well and he hooked us up. It was for 8 weeks and during the week, we were to stay on the camp site but we were given free time during the weekend. My friend offered to stay with him in NYC on the weekends. Joey and I flew to NYC couple of days before our job was to start. My friend Julio told us he’d pick us up at the airport. Even though we kept in touch, we didn’t see each other throughout the 4 years of high school so I was glad when he spotted us first. He grown a bit taller and more muscular but I was still few inches taller than him. “Man… you’re so tall.” He said as he gave me a tight hug. “I am sure I still have few inches over you where it really counts.” He said as he grabbed his crotch. I just smiled but I caught Joey’s eyes lingering on my friend’s bulge. Julio and I walked ahead followed by Joey as we chatted about our old friends. When we got to his car, I realized I forgot to introduce them. “Julio, that’s my high school buddy, Joey.” They shook hands before Julio pulled Joey in to give him a tight hug. “If you are buddy of Jason, you are my buddy.” “Joey, sit in the front” I said as I got in on the back seat of Julio’s SUV. Julio walked around his car to open the passenger side door for Joey and he spanked Joey’s ass lightly as Joey got in. Julio had a small studio apartment on 4th floor walk up with no A/C so by the time we got to his place with our luggages, we were sweating. Julio pulled his shirt off as soon as we got in and went to the bathroom to pee. Joey and I sat by the only window in his apartment. From where we were, we could see Julio’s front on the bathroom mirror. I could see Joey really enjoying the sight. Julio finished peeing and walked out of bathroom with a small glass pipe in his hand. “Do you like to get high?” He tossed a duffle bag as he lit up the pipe in his hand and started to take a hit. Inside I saw more pipes and things. “You’ve never done anything in high school?” He looked at Joey and me with a smirk….. “Well, let your daddy Julio introduce you to fine adult entertainment.” He said as he took another hit from his pipe. He held the pipe for me and Joey as all three of us took turns few times. I felt my cock and my nipples getting hard as the drug started to hit me. “Take your shirts off” Julio said as he helped Joey to pull his shirt over his head. Julio grabbed Joey’s wrists together after he put his arms up to pull off the shirt and held them up while he started to rub his other hand all over the smooth white skin. “Man you are so white and so smooth” Julio’s dark hand looked huge and dark on Joey….. Julio took another hit from the pipe and placed his lips over Joey’s while he exhaled the smoke. He told me to do the same thing and give it to Joey as well. We did it few more times before all 3 of started to kiss one another. My cock was rock hard and I felt like I wanted to pee. I got up to go to the bathroom and Julio pushed Joey’s face to my crotch as he undid my buttons and let my shorts drop. Julio started to lick the whole length of my black monster while he guided Joey to do the same on the other side of my cock. I watched down at their faces being smashed together at my cock as they rubbed it all over their faces. Joey looked really high as I looked down at him sucking my cock with Julio… Julio got behind Joey and started to pull his shorts off as Joey’s face smashed on my cock. Then I saw Joey open his mouth and started to take my cock into his mouth little by little. Julio was excited to see Joey sucking on my cock on his own will without being told. Julio helped Joey to take more of my cock by pushing him down a bit while he spent some time playing with Joey’s body as well. I just stood there watching my two buddies servicing my cock together. Suddenly my cock started to release some piss that has been filling my bladder for a while now. Joey swallowed it down without knowing what it was and Julio loved it. I pushed Joey’s mouth off my cock and went to the bathroom to empty my bladder with full force. I could see Julio working some syringe into Joey upturned ass from the reflection on the mirror. It took a long time for me to finish emptying my bladder cuz when my cock got too hard by watching Joey and Julio playing, my stream would stop and I had to wait til it got a bit softer. Julio’s cock was quite big as well probably around 9 inches or so. But my freakishly big black cock had few inches more than his when fully hard. Julio was using the whole length of his 9 inch cock to fuck Joey’s white ass by the time I walked out of the bathroom. Joey was making all kinds of noise as he fucked back as hard as Julio was pumping in and out of him. Julio pushed Joey off of his cock and turned Joey around. Joey was not bent over the open window as Julio guided my big black monster cock to Joey’s already fucked hole. As soon as Julio helped my head to pop into that tight white hole, I plunged into it deep with one push. Joey almost screamed but bit his own hands to mute his own screams. Julio stood over us and held a small CAM to record our fucking. I started to feel really good as my buddy Joey fucked himself on my cock. I could see some trace of blood as his white got ripped open by my monster BBC but Joey didn’t let that stop him from pleasuring my BBC with his white hole. I started to slap his ass really hard as well as I fucked a new hole in him. We fucked for a long time and sometimes Julio fucked Joey’s face at the same time as me fucking his hole. Finally I started to cum and fill Joey’s inside. Julio got under us and started to lick my balls and whatever the cum that oozed around my cock. Joey just kept on massaging my cock with his ass wall muscles while he fucked back. Julio… Jason pulled out his monster black cock from Joey’s hole and fell deep into sleep leaving Joey to my care fully now. Joey’s gaping hole begged to be filled again so I took out a black rubber cock and shoved it in. Jason’s massive cum provided lubrication for the rubber cock. I turned on the vibration and started to see Joey’s eyes roll back with pleasure. I placed the head of my cock next to the vibrating rubber cock and pushed at the tight white hole opening. Joey tried to escape but I pulled him back hard. I slapped his face and his ass as I pleased. I pulled out the vibrator with one pull and pushed my own cock in before the hole closed back down. I fucked Joey’s white hole for a while continuing my attempts to push the vibrating black dildo along side my own cock. After hours of trying, I finally popped both of us into the previously tight white hole and almost immediately my cock erupted. I kept my soft cock along side the vibrating black dildo as long as I could before it slipped out. Joey collapsed next to me on the bed and we both fell asleep. I opened my eyes and saw Joey’s small lean white body bouncing up and down over my body as my cock was being massaged by his inner wall muscles. I came in few minutes and fell back asleep. Joey was on his side now still milking my once-again hard cock with inside wall muscles again. I tried to fuck Joey a bit but when I pumped in and out, I felt the urge to empty my full bladder and some of it even leaked out. Joey continued his milking and fucking back and wouldn’t stop even as I tried to pull him off so I could push out my piss. He was just insatiable. I couldn’t hold my piss back any more so I started to piss into his ass. Joey stopped moving around and held my cock very deep inside of him as he let me fill him up with my piss.

Spent my Saturday afternoon at the booths. It was a warm day so I had on shorts and a tank top. All I had in my pocket was my car key and a bottle of lube. I got my tokens and headed back, hoping there would be a lot of guys. One of the booths in the main hall was occupied so I knew there was at least one guy. I went to the booths in the back where the light is dimmer. There was one guy leaning against the wall but my eyes hadn't adjusted enough to see his face. I went to the end of the hall where it was even darker and waited to see if the guy was going to be worth doing. I reached down and slid my hand in to my shorts and started stroking. The guy against the wall noticed and moved closer. He looked to be about 35, probably 6', thin with a close cropped beard, definitely doable. I unbuttoned my shorts and they fell to my feet, freeing my cock to be stroked. The guy came over to me and bent over to take my cock in his mouth. He started sucking harder, finally dropping to his knees in front of me. I took his head in my hands as he took my cock deep in his throat. I kicked my shorts off to the side and my legs opened slightly. He took advantage, reaching up with his hand and began to slowly finger my hole. I was getting way too close to cumming. I pulled him off my cock so I wouldn't cum but he turned me around and buried his hairy face in my ass. It felt great with his tongue in my hole and his beard rubbing roughly on my ass cheeks. This went on for at least five minutes when he stood up. He had taken his cock out of his pants and started rubbing it on my hole. He locked his arms under mine and grinded away on my. His cock felt great on my ass crack and he was dripping lots of precum on it. My lube was still in my shorts pocket on the floor. He had loaded my crack with spit and precum. I grinded back on him and waited to see what he would do. Finally, he reached down and took his cock in his hand, rubbing the head on my hole. Slowly, he pushed his cock head in to me, lubing my hole with his precum. Bit by bit he pushed in, easing it with his precum. Then he started fucking me, pushing all the way in. He pumped deep in to me and I pulled my shirt off so now I was completely naked. He was pumping faster when I felt another hand on me. "Damn, I should have been here all along," said an older guy around 50. Evidently, he had been in the booth in the main hall. I felt his hand move over my ass and then he reached down and cupped my balls, he gave then a gentle pull and then I felt his finger move up to my hole. "Fuck, you guys are fucking bare," he said. "What a fucking whore," he added then he started playing with the balls of the guy who was fucking me. The fucking became faster and faster and then he pushed his cock deep in to me. The other guy said, "That's right. Cum in his ass. Breed his cunt." The top held his cock in me, leaving all his cum inside me before pulling out. He never said a word, just heading to the bathroom to clean up. "Well," I said to the other guy, "Did you want to fuck me too?" "No, I just like to watch." "I guess this was your lucky day. I'll be here for a while longer. Hopefully, you can watch me get fucked again." With that I gathered up my clothes and went in to a booth, leaving the door unlocked, to watch some porn. I sat in the chair and raised my hips up a little and fingered my cummy hole while I watched a hot bareback video. Soon I heard the bell to the entrance ring. I waited to see if this new guy was going to go in to one of the booths next to me but was pleasantly surprised when the door to the booth opened and a guy about 25 stood there and watched as I fingered my hole. I made no move to shut the door, looking up at him and smiling. He was a Latin guy with a nice body and seemed to like what he saw. Finally, he came in to the booth with me, shutting the door behind him and locking it. I sat up in the chair and unzipped his pants, unveiling an 8" uncut beauty. I licked the tip, swirled around the head with my tongue, kissing it, licking his cock from the base to the tip. I took the full length down my throat and he gasped, not expecting it. He began pumping my face. I worked his pants down to his ankles and as I did so I reached over and unlocked the door. He kicked his pants off as I sucked him. I looked over at the bareback porn that was playing and said, "That's what I want you to do to me." He got on his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I was so hard I was afraid once again I would cum. I lifted my hips up as he came up to kiss me. My back was on the chair and my ass was raised up, almost to his cock. "Fuck me," I cried. He pushed in to me with me on the chair and began pumping. He was dripping sweat as he pumped so I told him to open the door. He reached over and opened it a crack. I gave it a hard push as he fucked me and the door flew open. The watcher was still there, leaning against the wall. He pulled his cock out when he saw us fucking. "Fuck me in the hall," I said and the young Latino pulled his cock out of me and stood up. We were both naked. I went to the hall and layed down on the dirty floor. I lifted my ass up and he got on top of me, aiming his cock at my hole. "Breed his ass," said the watcher. "You want my load?" Asked the Latino. "Yes, cum inside me." He pulled my legs up and began fucking me hard, faster and faster. I stroked my cock while he fucked me. "I'm cumming," he said. "Yeah, breed that whore's cunt," said the watcher. "Fuck, I'm cumming too," I said as I stroked my cock, releasing a gusher of cum on my chest as the Latino unloaded in my gut. He shuddered as the last of his cum left his cock. "Dude, that was fucking nasty," said the Latino. I laughed and laid on the dirty floor. I lifted my ass up and pushed his cum on to the floor. "Now, that's nasty! Just the way I like to be!"

rarely clean out and I let any potential top know that I prefer to have the shit literally fucked out of me and if any gets on his cock, as a good bttm, it is my duty to atm after...I understand if it is too much and can always move on to something else or get cleaned out ...sometimes will get cleaned out if the top insists on it but it is more prep time that could be spent fucking and getting off. Also warn the top that even if I do get cleaned out, esp if he is hung and knows what he is doing, something may work its way down anyway no matter how much prep is done. It is perfectly natural and it is a shit hole after all..honestly think some guys expect to find rose petals and rainbows up there...it aint called a shit chute for nothing...fudge packers etc.

Luv the feel of a raw cock fucking me deep and hard...driving my face and body deep into the mattress...and the nasty, filthy sex talk gets me rock hard as I beg the stud for his thick, creamy, hot man sperm. While there are times I don't feel him shoot...I'm always filled with his thick seed. Luv it leaking from my freshly fucked hole and running down my leg...FUCK YEAH!!!!!! Nothing like being bred by a hot, sexy Top!! And then, there are those rare moments when the breeding is so intense and sensual that I feel every spurt as my hot stud coats my ass walls with his spunk...and I shoot copious ;oads without having touched my cock!!!!!! Pig Heaven, oink, oink111

From my first time I have always been able to feel a top cumming inside me. The way he is fucking is an easy way to tell when he's getting close, and then feeling his cock swelling inside me. I love the pulses and getting so wet inside. My top pushing in deep so his seed is as far inside me as he can get it. The true feeling of being bred where instinct takes over and the need of the top to pass his DNA along and keep his bloodline going is beyond his control. My job as a bottom is to be the fertile breeding ground for his potent seed.

Takes spells with me. Most times I can feel the cock pumping away but there are times I have no idea until some seeps out of me and runs down my legs when I get up. LOL Love it when I can feel that cock throbbing away.

Yeah.... love it when a guy just stops fucking , holds still and flexes his cock as he shoots. you can feel the load being dumped. sweet.

Part 4 I yanked the plug out of Bobby’s ass and squirted some lube into him and since he pushed back on to my fingers I knew the fun was about to begin. As we walked towards the sauna room I noticed he didn’t look shy and nervous walking around in just the jockstrap and when I lowered my arm to his ass and pushed a finger inside he leaned into me and purred telling me he liked it, wanted it and didn’t care who knew. We entered the sauna room and I held his hand and led him to a bench as the steam was thick enough at first to make seeing difficult. Within a minute the steam either lessened or we got adjusted to it and could now see other men in the room. Bobby was staring at another young guy that was on his knees blowing a much older man and as we watched the boy then moved to the next guy and started sucking him. I told Bobby he should get on his knees and suck me too and without a word he got up and dropped to his knees and started his new life. The older guy that the other kid was first blowing got up and sat next to me and I knew immediately that he wanted to try my boy’s mouth and I wasn’t about to disappoint him so I told grabbed Bobby’s head and guided it to the guys thin but long cock and pulled Bobby onto it. The guy leaned back and moaned and mumbled something about how good his mouth felt. I let him enjoy Bobby’s mouth for a few minutes but then moved Bobby’s head back to my cock. The guy got up and left and I leaned back and enjoyed Bobby discovering his cocksucking talent but it wasn’t really his mouth I was interested in tonight and soon I pulled him up onto my lap facing me so we could kiss and I could finger his cherry hole. He moaned into my mouth as I slid my finger in and wiggled it around inside him. This went on for a about ten minutes as I moved up to three fingers and the hunger in his ass was starting to overwhelm him and he was quietly begging me saying, “please, please, Daddy, please”. I removed my fingers and said it was time to walk around. I wanted the first time to be in front of a larger audience and I knew this place had a great room with slings, benches, and even a picnic table for guys to get fucked on and I wanted the table as that was the most visible spot. And as usual it wasn’t being used because most bottoms wanted the more comfortable slings or the padded fucking/spanking benches. I picked Bobby up and sat him down on the edge of the table and told him that now and here he was going to lose his cherry. Several of the guys heard me and moved over towards the picnic table. I laid Bobby down and lifted his legs and as I lined up my cock I saw at least a dozen guys watching as I entered Bobby. “Bobby”, I said as I firmly pushed into his very tight and extremely hot ass, “with all of these horny men watching you are no longer a scared little virgin boy but instead you are a hungry pussyboy”. As I said that I pushed fully inside him and just as when we were in the room his hard little cock shot forth its load as he screamed out, “Yes, Yes, Daddy, Yes” over and over again at least twenty times he repeated it and as he finished I told him “Bobby, these men just saw you shoot your little balls off when I called you a pussyboy and they all know that without any doubt that you are a true pussyboy and need man cock in your boypussy as much as possible and now you know it too” and Bobby said “Yes, Yes, Daddy, I am your pussyboy!” “Good boy, Bobby, now in front of these men I want you to tell me if you want me to make love to you or do you need me to fuck your boypussy so hard that you’ll cry in pain and then fill you with my seed and make you my boy forever.” “Daddy, please fuck me as hard as you can and make me feel it in every cell of my body and then change those cells by filling me with your seed so that I will be your boy forever” At that I leaned down and kissed Bobby and told him I loved him very much and that I was going to fuck him and he would never forget it and that my seed was going to forever change him and he is mine forever. Then I pulled out and plunged in and brutally fucked him like I have never done to any boy before. He started screaming and I had a couple of the guys hold him down as I rammed him over and over again. One of the guys told him that he should let go and feel the pain and let it take him over because as a pussyboy this was what it was about, giving yourself to a man and letting him use you as hard as he can because this is what you want and need. I didn’t think Bobby could actually hear let alone comprehend what the guy said but then Bobby told the guy that it hurt so much but he would take everything his Daddy could give him and that sent me over the top and I yelled to Bobby and the entire world that I will cumming in him and that he is now mine forever. Then I collapsed on top of Bobby and he wrapped his arms around me and cried how much he loved me. We staying like that for just a minute and then I got up and thanked the guys for watching Bobby lose his fears and become my boy. Then I carried Bobby back to the room with the plan of resting a bit before I sent him flying and watched him take loads from men the rest of the night.

Staying a Boy Part 2 Holding my hand he led me back to my bedroom and took a tank top out of one of the Macy’s bags and put it on me. It was a bit small and while not tight on my chest was quite short and stopped about an inch above my jeans which was not something I would ever have worn and then he put a baseball cap on me and he stepped back and smiled and said I looked perfect. I smiled and felt happier than I ever have before and he saw my smile and asked if this felt right and I told him “I have never been so happy before, Stephen”, he frowned and I quickly said “I mean, Daddy, I am so happy Daddy”. He told me I should leave my stuff here but for the rest of the trip I would be staying in his room, hearing that sent a shiver through me that felt almost like I was going to orgasm and my legs started to collapse and he grabbed me as I was falling and looking right into my eyes and told me that he was so happy too and that he was going to keep me a very happy little boy and kissed me gently on the lips. As we were leaving the room I saw myself in the mirror and was shocked to see the same little boy I was when I was in sixth grade, the tank top and cap made me look even younger which is why I never would wear them but now I liked how I looked and wondered what else was in store for me but instead of my normal fear and nervousness I only felt the wonder that I did when I was little and was going to experience something new. As we walked down the street I could feel guys staring at me and worried that they thought I looked silly but when Stephen/Daddy leaned over and told me he better get me off the street soon as every guy was drooling and if I was alone I’d probably be raped in minutes which made me giggle, wait did I just giggle, I haven’t giggled since I was a little kid but then Daddy tickled my side making me giggle again and I no longer cared who saw. He pointed to the bathhouse when we were across the street but said we were going to grab a snack first and entered a quiet coffee shop where he ordered a coffee and biscotti for himself and told the waitress that his little boy would have a bottle of apple juice and a donut covered in sprinkles. When she walked away he asked how it felt to be called his little boy in public and I said I sort of liked it. He slid his hand across my jeans and as he felt my hard boy cock he said I think you more than liked it, didn’t you? I moaned as I nodded and then said a bit too loud, “Yes, Daddy I liked it a lot” and he pulled me into his chest and hugged me. As the waitress approached with our order I started to move but he held me tight and as she walked away he told me that I should never be ashamed that I was his little boy and that he wanted everyone to know that I was his which again made me shiver. As we ate our snack he told me that before we went across the street we needed to discuss a few things. He said that the booty bump he gave me lowered my inhibitions and made my ass hungry but I was still in full control of my thoughts and he asked if I wanted to go with him to the bathhouse and I said Yes and he asked if I knew what would happen and I said that he would inject me with more of those crystals and he would fuck me. He asked if I expected anything else and I told him I didn’t know. This is why we need to talk first and he continued by telling me that if I went with him that he would get a private room and then yes he would slam more chems into me and he would fuck me and breed me while we were in the room, he asked if that was ok so far and I quietly said Yes, Daddy and he then said that next he would take me out to the pool area and fuck and breed me again but this time in front of people and would that be ok and I again said Yes Daddy, he said then we could relax some but that next he would slam be even higher and I may not even remember what happens so I needed to agree first that I wanted him to bring me to the sling room and there in front of more men he would fuck and breed me and that once he came in me for the third time he would let all the other men fuck and breed me too. That shocked me and I asked why he wanted other men to fuck me and he said that since I was a virgin little boy I didn’t know it yet but once I was slammed and my ass was bred by him it would need to be bred a lot and he wouldn’t deny what his little boy needed so he would have every man there fuck me if he could get them too. I realized I had so much to learn and thought how foolish I was thinking he wanted men to fuck me but that instead he knew I needed it and therefore he would let them so I again said Yes, Daddy I wanted that too. He had told me that when the trip was over I could decide then to continue to be his little boy or not but now he said that if we went to the bathhouse together that I needed to decide now what I wanted. He said that if I wanted to be his little boy that I would move into his house and that he would forever be my Daddy and I was forever going to be his little boy and that I would be giving up being an adult who could make decisions for myself and would instead be his little boy and he could do anything and everything he wanted to me and I should expect him to do many things to me. He said to think about it for a minute as he went to the bathroom. When he returned he picked me up and put me on his lap and held me for a minute and asked if I thought about what he said and I nodded and he said there is a little more I want you to know first and then told me that he was HIV positive and some of the other men that would fuck me would be too and if I was his boy that I would eventually become pozzed and did I know what that meant and I nodded yes and started to get scared again and shook but he held me tighter. He then finished by telling me that he would have all hair on my body (what little there was) permanently removed and that if I said yes that I was saying yes to staying a boy forever but not just a boy I would be his little boy and then he said it was time to decide and it was quiet for a few seconds until I started crying and he held me tight and said it’s ok Bobby we can wait until later to do this. I wiped my face and said, “No Daddy, I’m not crying because I am scared but because I am no longer scared. I am your little boy and you are my Daddy and I finally have found what is right and I want you to do everything you said”. Just then the waitress came over and asked if everything was alright and I stood up and held my Daddy’s hand and told her that everything was perfect and then turned to Daddy and said “Daddy can we go get started now” and he smiled as he got up and we walked out the door together and crossed the street.

Chapter 9: My Bill to MS13 Comes Due – The Finale - “OH LITTLE PAPI, YOUR HOLE IS SO WET!!!” Santos said as he slid his dick into my hungry hole to feed me. Santos took his time and enjoyed adding his toxic cum to all the other loads. When we got home I really had to go let some of it out, but Santos asked me to hold it in, as he loved going to sleep with his dick inside me and knowing I had all of those men inside me too just made his dick stay hard. I woke up early the next morning, a bit worse for the wear, and started to get everything prepared. Miguel and Los Chicos both had their tasks, and around noon I had a couple of the enforcers escort me back to the room where we would meet the guards when needed. The guard who was there when Humberto came was waiting, along with three large boxes. I paid him as agreed, he asked for a bonus, so I told him I would meet him there in three days if he wanted to fuck again. As much as the pig inside of me wanted more cum, my mind was too busy focusing on the evening’s gathering. Back in our section of the prison I had had a couple large tables set up on the second floor for our enforcers and Miguel and Los Chicos were busy setting out dinner plates and glasses. Real ones, not the broken plastic stuff everyone usually ate off. Upstairs I set our table up the same way and as the afternoon wore on more deliveries and helpers arrived and by dusk, everything was ready. I found Santos standing at the top of the stairs, looking around in confusion. “What the fuck is all this?” he asked as I went over to him. “I knew the gang leaders were coming to dinner, but this?” he noted as he pointed at the dishes, and other new additions to our dining room. I shrugged, gave him a grin, and said, “Well, I figured we have a lot to be thankful for and I especially want to show them my appreciation. Anyways, no time to chat, there is a clean shirt for you on the bed, time to get changed as our guests will be here soon.” While Santos went to change, I went downstairs, found Santos’ top Lieutenant, and made sure he knew what to do and had everything they would need. He thanked me again and I rushed back upstairs, told Miguel and Los Chicos it was time to go down with the others, but to first wait at the stairs for our guest as I ran to join Santos and change. Santos was just putting on his new, white shirt. I whistled at him, he smiled, pulled me close to him, and gave me a long, passionate kiss. I pulled away and asked him to please go out and greet our guests. Just as I came back, Sancho, the leader of Control Machete was arriving and as he greeted Santos, he handed him a large bottle of his favorite tequila. “Very nice,” Sancho said as he looked around, “I’m glad I dressed for the part. I must admit I did not expect something so nice. Knowing Los Chicos were helping I thought I would be lucky to get some fried plantains!” His laughter helped Santos relax and we were soon joined by David, the head of Calle 18, and Sagastume Fajardo of MS-13. When the leader of MS-13 arrived he pulled me to the side and said, “Well done. Does he know? No? Good.” Everyone soon had a drink and were making small talk, a scene like one would find in any happy home, ours just happened to be a dangerous prison. Soon dinner was ready, everyone took their seats, and a couple of the men from the Mercado that I had hired to cook a special meal for us and the men downstairs began to bring out the food – a special roasted pork leg, tamales, rice, beans, and some fresh seafood. The skin of the pork was left on during the roasting, making a local delicacy called “chicharron”, and the three gang leaders seemed like little children as they argued who would get the biggest piece. Dinner went on without a hitch and for desert I handed out some cigars for the men to enjoy. “Thank you all for coming this evening,” I said. “I know this is a bit unusual, but I wanted you to know how much I appreciate everything you have done for me and I look forward to a profitable relationship. Oh, and there is one more thing. I understand today is Santos’ birthday and wanted to make sure he had a special day!” As Santos looked at me, he actually blushed, he then glared at the leader of MS-13 who shrugged, and the others laughed and wished him well. Right then the guys in the kitchen brought out a birthday cake and all of the men laughed and whooped and Santos blushed even more. About two weeks after Santos’ birthday dinner, the leader of MS-13 stopped by. He sent Los Chicos downstairs and stationed two of his men at the top of the stairs to keep anyone out as he pushed me into the back bedroom where he began to get undressed. “You have kept me waiting too long mi AIDs mujer. Your fucking gringo pussy has been missing my gangbanger dick hasn’t it? That culo needs to used right. I love mi hermano, but Santos is, say, umm, he is reluctant to give you the fuck I know you need, that merciless fuck that only MS-13 can give. If Santos were not my brother, I would have you with me. I would use you every day so that my dick here got the attention it deserves. As that can’t be, Santos has agreed to let me spend some time with you, to work out my frustrations, to be your marido for the day when I need. To let you please me, serve me, bleed for me. What do you think about that you fucking gringo fresa?” The tone of the gang leader’s voice had changed from one of half-hearted teasing, to a demand, as had his touch. Where a moment ago he was gently holding his arm around me, he now pushed me roughly down onto the bed, pulled my pants down and tried to force himself up my dry hole. He was too big, my ass too dry, so he flipped me over, straddled me and said, “SPIT ON IT! AGAIN! MAKE IT WET, BECAUSE THAT IS ALL THE LUBE YOU’RE GETTING! That’s it, wet it up.” The MS-13 gang leader then mounted me rough and hard, my screams buried in the pillow he pulled tight against my face as he fucked with every force of his being. Once spent inside me, he laid on the bed, holding me tight against his sweat drenched body, his red covered dick leaving little war paint marks across our bodies before he began to kiss me like a dying man on his last breath. His stuble scratched, my lips felt smashed as he filled my mouth with his tongue and spit, his hardening dick letting me know he was ready for more and this time any noise I would have made was lost in his eager mouth over mine. Satisfied again, the leader of MS-13 lay on his back, his chest still heaving as he fought to catch his breath from the work out. I was a bit dizzy myself from the fuck, but felt an intense satisfaction in a way I had not before. It was unsettling, and so I got up, and stepped out to the other room to get his cigarettes and some liquor. He sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and took a long drag. Fuck he was sexy! I handed him a drink then reached down and hefted his semi-hard dick. He put the cigarette between his teeth, turned my face to his and said, “See how I marked you? Dime lo que quieres. Tell me what you want.” This was not an order, more of a plea, and I shared with him my deepest, darkest, desires. It had been several weeks since the leader of MS-13 started spending part or most of a day with me once a week. Our sessions became more extreme I guess as he was true to his word and gave me total, no holds barred fuck downs as we explored all aspects of our sexual interests and desires. Santos always seemed eager for me to tell him about these sessions as he fucked me that night, working his gang brother’s cum and piss deeper into my ass walls. I had also started to develop a craving for both their piss and Santos happily fed me. For me it was just one more way I could please him, take him, make him part of me. I had just seen my M-13 AIDs husband the day before, when one of his men found me and told me he wanted to see me that night and that I should be ready at 9:00 and he would come back and escort me. We never did our sessions at night as that was my time with Santos, but he had been sent the same message it appeared as he came to me and said, “Don’t worry. I have some other business to take care of this evening anyways. I’ll see you when you get home.” I got cleaned up, and while I waited opened one of the good bottles of Guaro that I now kept in stock and hit it hard. At 9:05, four members of the MS-13 gang arrived and escorted me to meet their leader. We went through several sections, all of which were locked and the guy in front used a key to let us from one to the other, and finally we descended a crumbling set of stairs into a dark and stifling hot set of rooms that were lit only by a bare bulb hanging from a frayed wire at the bottom of the stairs. The leader of MS-13 was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, coated in sweat, his musk filling my nostrils as I wanted to bend over right there for him. “Tonight your payment is due,” the leader of MS-13 said in a low and sinister voice. I knew this day would come, but guess I did not expect it so soon. “While you have been given certain considerations because of our gang brother, it is now time to decide whether or not you wish to be our brother in your own right. Normally, the ritual for such acceptance is to be jumped in. The brothers would beat you, but at the request of my fellow leaders, we have agreed on another option. Instead, you will be sexed in like a woman, by 13 gangbangers. Don’t misunderstand. The commitment is the same to us and you will not be thought of any less. This is an honor, one being presented to you alone. What is also different is this will not be just MS-13. There are members here from Calle 18 and Control Machete. You would become a brother to all.” The only sounds in the room were the shuffling of some feet and the loud beating of my heart, the only light being cast from the cigarettes being smoked and the lonely bulb. “What do you say?” the leader of MS-13 asked. I had decided this already and was sure. My life now, and in the future was with Santos. “I agree,” I said as he slapped me on the shoulder, nodded, and before he proceeded up the stairs he paused and whispered into my ear, “Everyone of them has AIDs – a special gift from me to you.” Someone turned on a radio, the gangbanger who had come to pick me up grabbed the back of my neck, looked at me and said, “Time to get the party started mi hermano – well you’re not a brother yet, you’re still a fresa, a little gringo fag, but when we are done, you will be our hermano.” My private sessions with the leader of MS-13, and my Friday night fuck fests with the AIDs bunch, had prepared me well, and the gangbangers were gentleman rapists. I was afraid of being punched or hurt like that, but beyond a little slapping and choking, all it was was rough, hardcore, bareback fucking. No lube, no spit, no foreplay, just raw slam fucking by gangbangers who were all very well hung. I think that was how they were chosen in part as there was not a little dick among them. While 13 gangbangers were supposed to fuck me for my initiation, I did not understand until I saw the same partially toothless smile hovering over me as he unloaded in my ass that they were each going to shoot multiple loads. The fucking went on for literally hours and I was bruised and scraped up from being pushed and fucked against the wall, the floors, and was covered in cum, sweat, and piss. My ass was throbbing and sore and I could honestly say I did not want any more dick. I was face down on the floor having just taken another load of cum, followed by a stream of steaming piss on my face and into my open mouth. The gangbanger stopped, and I waited for the next fuck. No one got on me, so I rolled over and wiped the piss off my eyes, wondering if I was done. I then noticed the shadow of a man standing against the far wall, the glow of a lit cigarette in his hand. I waited and as he put the cigarette up to his lips and inhaled I gasped in surprise and shock. IT WAS SANTOS! I didn’t move, suddenly afraid as Santos put out the cigarette and walked over to me. I looked at up Santos, his body cast in shadows from the lone light bulb and noticed his dick was raging hard. He kneeled beside me, rubbed my head, and said with such emotion in his voice, “Oh mi mujer! What you have done! What you have sacrificed! What you have committed too! Oh mi mujer, your night is not over yet, I AM NUMBER 13!!!” Santos rolled me back onto my stomach, he pulled his pants down, and completed my gangbanger initiation. That night Santos let loose and was wilder than he had ever been. He told me over and over how much he loved me, needed me, and we would be together forever now, then he would give me another load of cum, one of several before he was spent and we made our way back up the crumbling stairs, his arm around me, and the MS-13 enforcers escorted us home. As soon as we entered our section of the prison, Santos’ men surrounded us, congratulating me, and him, and a few even made grabs at my abused ass. While his men and ‘gang’ of enforcers were all supposed to be free of any gang allegiance, it was the world they all came from and it still pulled at them. I was aware of how I must smell or look, but they did not seem to mind and for the first time I felt accepted in a way I had not before. By the next morning word had spread as Miguel and Los Chicos could talk about nothing else at breakfast. The details of my initiation were a sworn secret, but as I did not look beat up, they knew something else had happened. I also received visits and congratulations that morning from the leaders of the three gangs and soon everything was back to normal. The only physical reminder of that night is the tattoo that I was given by order of the three gang leaders to represent my brotherhood to all three. Just above my belly button I now have a black and white prison tat with two machetes crossing forming a splayed X. On the right machete blade is the stylized text ‘X3’ for MS-13, and on the left the text ‘X8’, for Calle 18. The tattoo hurt fucking worse than anything and I must have drank two bottles of tequila while getting it. Life has settled into a comfortable, yet never boring routine. The following months after my initiation brought new challenges getting the stores up and running how I wanted, but I have figured out how everything works now, who is an honest trader, who is not, how to keep the guards on our side (letting them fuck me on a regular basis helps) and more, and am making a nice profit. Los Chicos are doing well, both speaking English pretty fluently now, and while Armando had a couple bad spells where he got really sick, now that I have money coming in I have bought him some medicines that helped. Miguel is well and is growing into a solid man and leader, but all he can talk about is when we move to our house in the country and can buy a cow. Santos had to find some new enforcers when two of his old ones were caught stealing drugs, and other typical prison stuff, including a small riot started by a group of new MS-13 members and once again Santos saved a lot of lives. Every Friday is still our ‘fuck night’ as Santos takes me to our playroom and watches me get fucked by whatever AIDs fuckers or nasty dicked top he has lined up. I still see the leader of MS-13 at least once a week and sex with him continues to be wild, hot, and nasty! David and I have played a few more times but I have still not played with Sancho, although he did come to watch Los Chicos and me again. Well cousin, that is my life in San Pedro Sula Prison. We survive day by day and minute by minute but we hope that in 5-years, if not sooner, Santos will be set free and then he and I will move to the coast where we will open a little store for me, bar for him, and of course will buy a cow for Miguel.

Chapter 5 – The First Signs of Infection and Life Under the New Regime - I looked at Santos, shifted myself on the mattress and turned so that as I raised my legs and grabbed my ankles and pulled back, he had a clear view of my freshly fucked, bruised, swollen, used, and infected hole that the leader of MS-13 had just spent hours digging out and filling me up with his AIDs and infected cum. Santos dropped his cigarette on the floor, shucked his pants in a flash and was naked and inside me within seconds. As Santos buried himself as deep as he could I whispered in utter ecstasy, “Te amo, mi marido, I love you my husband,” before realizing what I had said. Santos did not miss a beat though and replied, “Te amo, mi mujer, I love you my wife”. I wrapped my arms around his muscled back and hung on as Santos bound our bodies in union through blood, cum, and his AIDs gift. Santos held me tight as he took his time stroking every inch of my shredded hole with his big uncut dick. He felt so amazing, and all I could do was whimper and murmur and beg and wish it would never end. I knew Santos was close when he raised up, grabbed my ankles, pushed my legs back and jumped deep into my hole. His eyes closed tight, the teardrop tattoo almost disappearing as he grunted and added his hot cum to my charged ass. When he was done, Santos lay down beside me, closed his eyes, and while his breathing returned to normal I ran my hand and up down his sweaty chest, and just watched him. Yeah, I did love him, and now I knew he loved me too. Having Santos call me his ‘wife’ was an honor and I knew was a term of endearment and not a slander of some sort even though I was a man. The word was not what mattered, it was the meaning and intent behind it and I was prepared to do anything to be a good mujer for Santos.After a while, Santos got up, lit a cigarette and sat in the chair. He looked tired and so I went over, rubbed his shoulders and neck and asked what was wrong. “It is time Little Papi, time to go back out there. Much has happened, and you must trust me no matter what, OK? You know how I feel, but out there – out there I will not always be able to tell you, or show you, and sometimes I may ask you to do things you may not understand. Can you handle that? You also know how much I love to watch you get fucked, and I want you to chase all the AIDs dick you want. I know that just because you may get fucked does not change how you feel about me. None of that changes what I said here. I will protect you mi mujer.” Santos stood up, kissed me long and hard, I got dressed, he unlocked the door and we were greeted by a hallway full of his armed enforcers. The prison was eerily quiet as we started to walk back to our rooms. Santos said something, and the guards in front of us took a detour and we were soon standing on a third floor walkway overlooking a large courtyard area. The courtyard below was packed with men mingling about, talking in hushed, quiet tones. Santos put his arm around my shoulder, nodded his head towards the far end of the courtyard and said, “Look and learn Little Papi.” My eyes took in the macabre scene before me. Hanging from the railings at the end of the courtyard were several bodies, bloody, and torn apart. Their faces looked serene and had not been touched at all, but their stomachs were sliced open, their guts were hanging out, and the arms and legs on some were clearly broken from the twisted angle at which they dangled. “The Burro and his co-conspirators,” Santos said as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. “El Capo too. The recent troubles we had all lead back to them. It seems The Burro was planning to kill Sagastume and put his own man in to run MS-13. That is why mi hermano was safe with you last night. The Crezi Kids gang was involved and some of the others, but they are gone now, their leaders now join The Burro up there. The gangbangers in those crews who were not involved have been split up between MS-13, Control Machete, and Calle 18, as well as our non-aligned gang. Those who were involved have been dealt with. Balance must be maintained in here, and now everyone has learned that once and for all.” The sadness in Santos’ voice surprised me until I realized that it must have been him and his enforcers that had been asked to carry all of this out. SHIT! I wanted to hug him, kiss him, but I knew this was not the place or time, so I just leaned into him a little and tried to show in my eyes I understood and I was there for him. The leader of MS-13 had been right when he had told me while he had been breeding me that, “Tomorrow…Will be a new day at San Pedro Sula Prison. You will learn along with everyone else and will see the type of merciless revenge and cruel retribution that MS-13 is known for.” As we walked back to our rooms I though about El Capo. No, I would not miss him, and no I didn’t feel sorry for him. When we got to our section of the prison the first floor was packed and Santos sighed as he told me to go on up and he would see me later. I got to the second floor and was pounced on by Miguel who was talking rapidly, “Did you see them? Did you hear? There was shooting, and and and, then they cut them, and The Burro tried to hide under a bed in one of the dorms, but they found him. Did you see them? The rest they tossed over the wall to the guards. Let those dogs deal with the bodies.” I really did not feel like talking about it until Miguel said, “They asked Santos to be the new El Capo, but he said no. He could have been boss, but he turned them down. Said his place was where he was. So there is no boss now, maybe later, want to go look through his stuff?” I said, “In a minute, I want to make sure no one is hurt.” I grabbed the box of medical supplies I had been gathering, and made a round to check on all of the enforcers that were around. I cleaned a few cuts, put on some fresh cloth bandages, and could tell by the lingering horror in some of their eyes that last night had taken its toll. Two of the enforcers that had fucked me before looked especially shaken so I told them I needed their help and wanted to check on things upstairs. Miguel started to come along, but I told him to stay and watch the stairs and make sure no one came up as we had to keep things safe. He puffed his chest out, assumed his duty station, and the two enforcers followed me upstairs. We did a quick round of the third floor, made sure no one was around, then I went to the supply room, grabbed a bottle of Guaro and tequila, then set a couple glasses on the table and poured the two enforcers and myself a drink. They hesitated, but then drank up. I filled their glasses again and as they drank I stood up, dropped my pants, hopped up on the table and laid back so my hole was open and waiting. Sex always makes people feel better and I figured what better way to get their minds off what had happened then some good ass? The two enforcers looked at me like I was loco, then looked at each other, then back at me and decided they were in. The first one got up, dropped his pants, and slid his dick up my ass while his buddy continued to drink and watch. “Fuck me, yeah give me that big dick, yeah fuck me,” I said. He grabbed my thighs, pulling me a little further off the table while he pounded my hole and dumped his cum deep in my ass. When he was done, my hole was stuffed by the second enforcer who did not last and quickly shot his cum, making my hole squish and ooze when he pulled out. They both smiled as I put my pants back on, patted my back, said, “Gracias!” and I grabbed both their dicks through their pants and gave them a good squeeze. Miguel was still at his post when we came down the stairs, but eyed us suspiciously as we walked by. “What were you doing up there?” Miguel asked, “I thought you were…” I interrupted him, “Everything looks the same upstairs, make sure someone guards these stairs at all times and does not let anyone up until Santos says so.” I then went back upstairs and laid back down in my room. I was not sure where to go, do I stay there, go to Santos’ room? I should have been hungry, but I was more tired and quickly fell asleep. “Little Papi, Little Papi,” the voice slowly made its way through my sleep induced fog. I came to and realized Santos was bent over me, a look of concern across his face. “Why are you here Little Papi? Luckily Miguel knew were you were, what is wrong? Why are you here?” I shook the last of the fog our of my head and said, “I’m OK, just tired I guess and fell asleep.” Santos asked again, “Why are you here? Do you want to leave?” I did not understand, but then realized maybe he thought I had somehow changed my mind about him after seeing the bodies and realizing what he had done. I reached up and pulled Santos down on top of me, his body was tense and hard. He looked in my eyes as I stroked his head and assured him, “Oh mi marido. I’m sorry. I just didn’t know if it was OK to just go into your room, or if you had a room for me downstairs, or what, and was not sure about people knowing about…about us. I still love you my husband, and no, no, I don’t want to leave.” Santos’ body relaxed, he smiled, and kissed me deep filling my mouth with his spit and letting his tongue explore. “Mi mujer, I want you with me, OK? Do not worry, my men all know, how could they not? They like you too. You have taken good care of them, bandaged them up, fed them, and don’t forget you have given them some good culo!” Santos laughed a little at that, so it was clear he knew about my fuck earlier with his two enforcers. We got up off the bed and Santos said he wanted to do a quick tour of the floor. I asked what the plan was and he said, “There is a new El Capo, but he will not stay here anymore. He will come here each day to work but only on the first floor, and each night he will stay in rooms elsewhere. The gang leaders have decided we need to keep him a little afraid. This floor will be for us – the leaders have agreed. You and I will make our new room back there, the big one with the windows beside the other bathroom. Have Miguel and any of the bangers you need help you set it up and tell Miguel he can now have a room on the second floor. We will use this area as before, a place to eat, have meetings, or fuck, for us and my enforcers. Would you mind cooking for them sometimes? You know the food they get from the prison is often shit, only good for pigs, so a good meal with us sometimes I know they would like. We will use El Capo’s old bedroom for our guests, I have some others I need you to meet, that is if you want some more dick?” I laughed and said, “You know I am AIDs slut marido, bring it on!” The next several days were busy as I made our new bedroom and expanded prison home the best I could, had Santos’ things moved up, and even helped set Miguel up in his new room. He was so excited and had never had his own room before and had just slept in whatever corner he found. True it was not really a room, just a closet big enough for a little mattress and a box at the back of the large dorm room where several of the enforcers slept, but to him it was the best. I established a daily routine of caring for Santos and his enforcers. Miguel was able to get me a regular supply of fresh eggs, so breakfast became the meal that everyone came to expect and enjoy, and I was happy to cook and play host for Santos and his men. There was still tension in the prison from the recent regime change, but there had been no fights or violence, yet I still worried about Santos each time he walked down the stairs. It was only at night as I lay in bed with Santos, that the worry went away. Saturday morning was bright and sunny, breakfast had just wrapped up and I was in the kitchen cleaning up when Santos came in, wrapped his arms around me, kissed my neck and said, “Little Papi, tonight we will have a special guest. OK? Send Miguel out for something special, candy or something, and I will send some of my gangbangers out to get something special to drink. Make sure your ass is ready as I plan to watch you take some good polla!” I spent the day getting things ready and was horned up and excited and was hoping it would be the leader of MS-13 again as he had an amazing dick! It was later then I expected when I heard Santos’ voice as he began to walk up the stairs. I had on a new white, Nike t-shirt and a pair of jeans, the table was set with glasses, assorted liquor, and the candies Miguel had found at the Mercado, along with several cigarette packs. I saw Santos first, who was followed by a man who was about 40, shorter then me, longer black hair, who was wearing a long sleeved plaid shirt and black pants. They came to the table and Santos said, “This is David, the leader of Calle 18.” I shook his head and must have had a look of surprise on my face as David laughed and said, “I know, hardly a typical Honduran name, but my mother loved the nuns and the church, and when an old midwife told her that her son would grow up to be a king, she figured that David fit since he was King of the Jews. Little did she know I would be king of a bunch of bangers!” Santos and David both sat down, I filled their glasses, and they proceeded to chat and drink and relax. I was not quite sure what I was supposed to do, so I just sat beside Santos and tried to anticipate what they might want or need. After about an hour David got up to use the bathroom. Santos pushed his chair back, pulled it away from the table several feet, pulled his pants down, sat back down and said, “Get undressed and suck me.” I glanced at the bathroom, then Santos, and did what he asked. I was nursing Santos’ dick when I heard David walk out of the bathroom. “You see mi hermano, I told you I had a nice surprise for you. His culo is tight and fresh and has not been fucked in days, and I think you will enjoy. Do not worry, no one else is here and we will not be interrupted. I know your wife and beautiful children, but we are friends and what is wrong with a little fun? We live a hard life you and I, so I wanted to share this with you.” I could not see David’s face and he did not respond, but he was soon rubbing a hand around my ass, feeling each cheek. “Go on mi hermano, stick your finger in there, feel how tight and how good that feels, doesn’t that feel good?” Santos said. David slid a finger into my dry hole. I was not sure he had ever fucked ass before, but he then spit on his hand and worked his fingers back up my ass while I continued to suck Santos. Santos then pushed my head back and stood up, “Here, let him stand up and bend over, then you can really enjoy it.” I bent over, held onto the chair as Santos grabbed a seat, lit up a cigarette, and watched as David worked his hard dick into my raw ass. He was not as big as Santos, maybe about 9 inches and not very thick, and he seemed hesitant. Once he was in though he started to moan and I knew he enjoyed it, especially when I clenched my ass on the outstroke. I could see Santos stroking his dick while he watched us, and that made me horny as hell. David fucked me at a slow and steady pace for several minutes and then said something in Spanish I did not understand. His hands gripped my sides as he tensed and shot his load in my ass. I did not know if he was infected or not, but any cum was good cum. When he was done he pulled out, grabbed a napkin off the table, wiped his dick off, and sat back down. Santos pulled up his chair, I got dressed and sat back down, and they resumed their conversation like nothing had happened. When David got ready to leave he shook my hand, held it and squeezed it tight and said, “I look forward to seeing you again.” My ass was still wet with his load when I replied, “I would like that. Anytime you want to visit, you are always welcome here.” I asked Santos if I did OK and he assured me I did better than OK, and that it was important for him to build a personal relationship with the gang leaders and that now I was an important part of that. The cum pig in me came out when I asked, “So when do I get to be fucked by the leader of Control Machete? I hope he has a nice dick!” Santos laughed, pushed me to the bedroom, and did not answer me as he gave me two more loads before we finally fell asleep, safe and content. I guess it was a couple days later when it was time to get up to make breakfast and I just could not move. Finally Miguel came into our room looking for me and shook me awake. My head was pounding, I felt hot, my body ached and the second I tried to get out of bed I felt wicked nauseous. What was wrong? Miguel looked at me, touched my forehead, swore, pushed me back onto the bed and said, “I’ll be right back.” He soon returned with Santos who sent Miguel out of the room. Santos sat on the edge of the bed and asked me how I felt, he put his hand on my forehead, then he put his right hand on my left cheek, turned my head to face him and said, “My Little Papi is mine forever now,” as a big smile spread across his face. I didn’t understand and Santos said, “I think you now have my AIDs Little Papi, mi mujer. I am always inside you now, always with you, and the sicker you get the more infected we know you will be.” This was sinking in as Santos stood up, got undressed, crawled onto the bed, raised my legs, spit on my hole, and pushed his dick in. Santos leaned down over me and whispered, “You are mine Little Papi. I know you don’t feel well and it will get worse, much much worse. I also know you may not feel like having sex right now, but this is not about what you want, no mi mujer. This is what I want. I want you to have more AIDs dick, and there is not better time then when you are sick. So I am going to make sure you get fucked as much as possible while you are sick and do not worry if it gets dirty, the bathroom is next door, and what is important is taking their cum. Dime lo que queires – tell me what you want Little Papi. You want my AIDs forever don’t you mi mujer? You going to be my AIDs mujer? OH FUCK PAPI….” Stay tuned for Chapter 6: Full on Infection and Control Machete Shows me What They Got

Uncle Jack attacks - Chapter 1 – The Kidnap – A Sire Chronicles Story **This story brings back Uncle Jack (link to his first story below) and continues the breeding adventures started in Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles with Deacon and my soldiers (story posted in this forum).** The other chapters in the Uncle Jack Attacks story will be posted in this thread. Please check back. It was a sunny and warm Saturday morning in Chicago and the wind blowing off the lake gently rattled the windows in Covenant, my new home. I was resting in my suite, alone, as Deacon was still out of town and would be for a couple more days as his latest trip had taken longer than he expected. I missed him terribly and just the sound of his voice on the phone made me ache to be with him. I had been busy learning my new duties as well as breaking in my soldiers Captain Baker and Capt Fontaine. The first day made it clear that when it came to sex, I had to keep those two separate. Captain Baker had come back to the suite that first day to find Fontaine balls deep in my ass and his first load dripping out of my hole as he fucked me. Fontaine invited him to join us and choke me on his dick while he loaded my ass again, but Baker would have none of it and went and waited in his room until we were done, pouting like a child who had had his favorite toy taken away. When Fontaine had all the raw ass he wanted, I went to Baker, calmed him down, and talked him into using Fontaine’s cum as lube to fuck me. He was hesitant, but his dick said yes, so that became our routine. Captain Fontaine would fuck me raw, rough and nasty telling me what a good AIDS faggot I was for him. No tenderness, just brutal animal sex to please the soldier. I would then go find Captain Baker with Fontaine’s cum dripping out of my hole so Baker could work it in as he fucked slow, lovingly, and with intense passion. Captain Fontaine was total lust, while Captain Baker was total love and tenderness. Someday I still hoped to have them both fuck me at the same time, but until then, this kept me bred and full of hot soldier cum. We had done our morning fuck fest, my soldiers were off to their morning training session, Jonas my butler/lead servant was attending to other duties with my harness boy, so I had several hours of alone time to chill. I lay on the bed, my guts full of hot soldier cum. My ass was wanting more. I could just never get enough dick breeding me it seemed and had started to finger my ass and then lick my fingers clean to taste their funky gift as I thought back to the first time I saw Deacon in Covenant after Charles and Roger had me gangbanged at IML and then double fucked me: I had just closed my eyes when I heard the double doors to the room open. I rolled over onto my back, looked at the door and my breath caught as I saw the biggest man I had ever seen in my life and the fucker was naked too. “I am THE DEACON,” the man said as his deep voice rumbled and filled the room, and pounded through my chest like a shockwave. Deacon was a giant, literally, and stood at least 7 feet tall, and must have weighed about 320 pounds if not more. He was muscular, but not a bodybuilder; thick, but not a bear; fairly hairless, including a bald head, but his chest was covered nicely and he had a trimmed mustache and goatee. Deacon’s arms were thick and long ending in massively huge hands, his legs were wide and thick like tree trunks, and on his whole body his veins popped and pulsed. Deacon’s skin seemed to shift from dark coal black, to light mocha, which must have been my exhaustion and tricks of the light. He was also covered in tattoos that ran down his legs, his arms, they were on his chest and torso, across his shoulders and up his neck. His tattoos also seemed to shift and change colors and I swear they moved. Again, I must have been seeing things because I was so tired and from the light, it was just hard to focus. As I had been staring at this hulk of a man, he had silently walked across the room to where I lay on the padded platform. Every step Deacon took made me focus on what I had missed at first, his fucking huge dick! HOLY CHRIST! I had seen some horse dicked men in my life, and had just been rape fucked raw and bred and infected by two of them. I also loved porn and was entranced by those bigger-than-life dicked guys you always find fucking women in straight porn. Deacon, The Deacon was something else – something unearthly. With each step his legs parted, his massive dick swung side-to-side slapping his lower thighs. His meat was thick, heavy, and pushed forward by a set of balls that each were large, round, and looked full of cum. The skin of his dick was dark black, he was uncut and the skin hung a good two to three inches past the end of the head forming a long V-point of flesh. I had just licked my fingers clean for the second time and had stuck them back into my wet hole when I was startled to realize that one of the harness boys was standing in the doorway to my bedroom. He was not my regular boy, and as they all sort of looked the same to me and had no names, I really did not know who he was. But I did know the boy had a big dick as it was hard and straining his leather jock strap. “Come here,” I told the boy as nasty thoughts filled my head. He stepped over to the bed, I pulled my wet, glistening fingers out of my used ass, held them out and said, “Lick them clean.” The boy’s eyes got a little wide, but he obeyed, bending over, opening his mouth and started suckling on my fingers. His tongue was hungry for sure as he tasted their nutt. I pulled my fingers out of his mouth, moved my body around to the side of the bed as he stepped back, I then laid back and lifted my legs up, exposing my cum filled hole to the boy. “Lick my ass. I want you to eat my hole and clean it up and when you get a mouthful, I want you to kiss me and share it with me.” The boy hesitated, kneeled, and then spread my cheeks to fully expose my hole as his mouth and tongue went to work, sucking out the funky cum and juice from my ass. He was a hungry little fucker and sounded like a piglet at his mother’s teat. “Get a mouthful for me. I want to taste it,” I reminded him. His slurping intensified, he then stood up, climbed onto the bed beside me, leaned over my mouth and let loose a stream of cum, spit, and ass juice into my waiting throat. God that tasted good!!! I needed something more, so before he could kneel again I said, “Take your jock off, I want you to fuck me.” He nodded eagerly, removed his jock, and while he was small in stature, he had a nice big dick and soon had it buried in my open ass. “Fuck me boy, feel my raw ass on your dick, that’s it, come on fuck me and give me some more cum,” I ordered as the young boy barebacked me nice and deep. He kept up a fast, hard pace for a good while, then he tensed and shot a long hot stream of cum into my biohazard ass. While he was still pumping my ass the need to fuck grew in me and I suddenly knew that this boy was going to be the first to take my increasingly toxic venom. I’m a total bottom by nature, but through Dr Mike’s training and my recent blood conversion for Deacon, the need to sire and breed seemed to bubble now just below the surface. I kicked the boy away from me with my foot, got off the bed and said, “Bend over.” The boy hesitated, so I pushed him hard, put my hand on the back of his neck, let some spit run down the crack of his perky ass, and shoved my dick up his hole. My dick is not that big, but he cried out a little as I went in. I was getting really hot, like I did when Deacon fucked me. It was like every cell in my body was on fire and I had no control. All I knew was that I HAD to cum in the boy and give him my infected load whether he wanted it or not. I pulled my dick out, drove a couple fingers in his hole, clawed at him rough making him squirm and shift. My fingers were bright red when I pulled them out, just like Dr Mike had taught me. Good, he was ready. The need to fuck was so intense, I had to cum in him now. The fire inside me built and built as I fucked and just when I thought I could not take it anymore I started to cum. As soon as the first drops of my venom his guts the boy started to cry out and tried to get away, but I held him firm and dug my fingers into his back to hold him in place. My dick felt like it swelled and grew and gripped the boy’s insides as my cum kept unloading in him. HOLY FUCK! Slowly the stream of toxic cum stopped, and I was finally able to breathe again. I still felt hot, but the feverish heat had broken. I pulled my now softening dick out of the boy’s ass and realized he was limp and whimpering. I didn’t care. He had served his purpose, so I slapped his ass hard and said, “Get out.” The boy stood up, his legs shaking, his face beaded in sweat. He seemed to have a hard time breathing, but shook his head and said, “I am supposed to give you a message. You are to get dressed and come with me to meet HIM. He has sent for you, but says not to tell anyone and that I am to take you out through your private entrance and he will explain everything.” HIM? Did he mean Deacon? Deacon sent him? That made no sense and why send one of the boys? Why didn’t he just call me or have Jonas tell me or his Micah? The boy saw my hesitation and added, “Umm HE said this is urgent, so we must go now.” I nodded, and quickly got dressed as the harness boy put his jock back on and rested on the edge of the bed, leaving a small stain where he sat. He was not looking good, but I could not worry about that. What was wrong? What was going on with Deacon? Suddenly I was afraid something had happened to him. Oh God no, please let him be OK. As soon as I was dressed the boy led the way down one of the hallways in my suite, past several rooms I had not even bothered going into yet. He stopped, opened a door and we entered what was clearly a store room. The boy walked to the back, pulled a large tapestry to the side and revealed a steel door that he opened by punching a code into a key pad. We entered the hall behind it, the door closed, and we began going down a metal spiral staircase. At the bottom, the boy entered a code into another keypad and we stepped out into a small equipment room. We were clearly in the basement. I followed the boy into an area that was used for deliveries to the back of large paneled van. He knocked twice on the door, the door opened and I immediately recognized one of the guys I had met at Uncle Jack’s crack house in DC the night the boys pimped me out to him for their drugs. Well I assumed it was him as he had on the same bandana over his face and sunglasses, how many guys do that? (See The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped out - PART 3 – UNCLE JACK’S HOUSE/CRACK DEN – PIMPED OUT / https://breeding.zone/threads/15194-The-Homeless-Guys-From-the-Video-Store-–Fucked-up-Dicked-down-Pimped-out) I froze, really confused, and turned to walk away. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of someone else in shades with a bandana over his face as I was violently shoved forward as the guy in the van grabbed me and pulled me into the back. I landed face first and was dragged forward on the carpeted floor as someone jumped in behind me, closed the van door, I heard a door close at the front of the van, then it started up and started moving. The back of the van was totally dark and I was still face down, so could not see what was going on. I tried to get up while at the same time asking, “What fuck is going on?” The reply was a boot kick to the side of the head and two sets of hands roughly pulling my clothes off. The kick made me see white stars and set my head spinning as I went sort of limp while the two guys quickly got me naked. I was soon bare assed and face down on the floor of the van as it drove to who knows where. “Come on man,” the guy who had kicked me said, “We ain’t got long, you know? You doing this or what?” The guy straddling my legs replied, “Shut the fuck up, I got to get it up, aahh, OK, now to fuck this hole up!” I grunted as he dropped his weight down on me, fumbled a minute, and found my hole with his hard dick. As I still had the boy’s load up there, he slid right in and started grunting and huffing and puffing as he fucked me. “Damn yo, this pussy is wet!” he said to his buddy. He now reached up and grabbed my head as he bucked and slammed and cummed up my ass. My head was clearing up and as he got off me, I tried to push up off the floor and was met with another boot kick to the head. This one dropped me as the other guy growled, “STAY THE FUCK DOWN! Who said you could move? Huh?” I could barely focus now as the first guy got completely off me and was soon replaced by the one who just kicked me. The 10 inch raw dick that he shoved in my ass hurt, even with all the cum up there. He was thick, and rough, and being totally sober and tense did not help. All I could do was lay there and grunt as the guy fucked me. He put his right hand over my nose and mouth and twisted my head to the right so I could look at his partner sitting on the left side of the van on a small bench, still trying to get his belt on. They had turned on a small overhead light in the van, so I got my first good look at one of my abductor’s faces. The guy who fucked me first had removed his bandana and sunglasses. Why didn’t he care now if I saw him or not? The raw dick in my ass was getting harder as my other captor fucked, using his buddy’s cum as lube. His hand squeezed tight over my nose and mouth, making it difficult to breathe and on top of the kick to the head, I was feeling really dizzy. He talked shit in my ear as he fucked, “Yo man we going to have lots of fun with this one aren’t we. White hole just made for some big black dick! Ain’t it? Oh yeah. You like this dick up in there? Huh? You like this big old southern slab fucking you down?” With his hand squeezing tighter, I could not reply one way or the other as he continued to cut off my air and fuck my ass. Soon he picked up the pace and started to body slam me, driving me into the van floor as his dick shot and unloaded up my ass. He yanked out, sat off on the bench beside his buddy, and started to hike his pants back up. “DAMN!” he said as he fist bumped his buddy, “I bred him good on that one, and got him nice and wet for Uncle Jack.” Uncle Jack? What did he mean? I looked at him. He too had removed his bandana and sunglasses. Yes, I would remember both their faces for sure. The van continued driving for a while and it seemed like we were still in the city as we stopped, would turn left or right, drive a bit, stop. The next time the van stopped someone in the front seat pounded on the panel separating us from them. My two captors edged towards the back door, the doors opened, and the inside was flooded with light. A large shadow filled the doorway. Deacon? I was trying to get to the door when I got another boot kick to the head, dropping me back on the floor. The van shifted as the new person got in. The doors shut and I heard him say, “Any trouble boys?” It was Uncle Jack. What I had feared was now confirmed. I realized Deacon had not sent for me at all. Uncle Jack had kidnapped me and as the fear and anger flared bright, the tats on my forearms burned and seared and glowed just a second. We were betrayed. Baritone laughter filled the van as I glared at Uncle Jack, wishing I could beat the fuck out of him right now and knock out what teeth he had left. Uncle Jack was 6’4, 220, so even without his boys, I was no match, but still. “Well, well, well,” Uncle Jack said, “Look what we have hear. Did you boys get a little taste first? Still good, no? Ahhh, good, good. “ He seemed to fill the van as he began to get undressed, his huge donkey dick plopping out of his pants. The first time he fucked me I had been wicked high and my hole was open and loose and I wanted him so bad. Right now, there was no way in hell I either wanted him or could take him. Uncle Jack saw the look on my face and laughed louder, “Yes, yes, you took me well last time, and true, you may not be so ready today, but I do not mind. Remember white bitch, I like it when you scream and bleed for me. How better to make sure you take what I have to give, or don’t you want my special gift anymore, huh?” The first time with Uncle Jack I had wanted it. Not now. Not after I knew he had betrayed Deacon and me. I lunged at Uncle Jack and swung at him, kicked, and screamed in anger and frustration to no avail as his two boys grabbed me. Uncle Jack’s fist struck out, connected to the side of my mouth and dropped me. The next thing I knew, Uncle Jack was raping my ass with his 12.5 inch dick and his boys were taking turns muffling my screams by shoving their dicks down my throat. I tried to resist. Uncle Jack’s voice broke through the fog in my head, his sweat covering me, “Remember how last time I saw you I told you I had only begun using you? And that I would give you so much pain you will pass out when I fuck you? Well Deacon should not have tried to keep you from me when I wanted you and now, now I will fulfill my promise.” Uncle Jack’s raw dick was shredding my guts, his big hands were closing around my throat, and his boys were fucking my mouth. What were they going to do next? Stay tuned for Chapter 2 of Uncle Jack Attacks

Chptr 3 Punishment Past, Present, and Future (the Breeder Markets) – Uncle Jack Attacks “Suck that AIDs filled dick you pig!” Captain Fontaine ordered while I knelt on the carpet between his muscled thighs as he sat in his favorite leather chair, drink in one hand, cigarette in the other, and me slobbing on his dick. “That’s it, my little AIDS faggot, swallow up what Ol’Fontaine’s got for you this morning, big ass load, come on now faggot, oh fuck yeah, here it comes, slurp it up faggot, oh, oh….” Fontaine unloaded a thick and heavy load down my throat and while I was making sure not a drop was wasted, Captain Baker reprimanded him, “You shouldn’t call him that, not after what he just went through. Besides, it’s not right. It’s rude and bigoted, and…and… just plain offensive!” Fontaine patted my head as I continued to lick him clean, laughed deep and dismissively, “Fuck you Puppy. I can call him anything I want, but he knows it’s a term of endearment and we just playing, don’t take everything so God damn seriously man and just have some fun. So you going to fuck him or just stand there playing with yourself like a kid who got sent to the corner in school?” Captain Baker huffed, turned, and slammed the door shut to “The Den”, our play room, on his way out. He seemed to do that a lot and I would have to go find him, calm him down, reassure him I was OK, then make him feel better by letting him fuck me. Somehow breeding me always seemed to set things right with Baker, but I still couldn’t get him to fuck me with Fontaine, so much for my double-stuff fantasy. Oh well, nothing had changed since my rescue from Uncle Jack. It was my second day home after being rescued from Uncle Jack and his men who had kidnapped and then tortured me to try to get the secrets of the Covenant, and of Deacon all the while repeatedly breeding me with nasty dicks and cum. After my tats had flared, and I had told them, “He’s coming,” the fever overcame me and I totally passed out, but I had been piecing together what happened from my soldiers, and talking it about it made Fontaine extra hard and extra horny. “Get up and bend over, you know what I want now,” Fontaine said as he spit on my face, slapped me, pushed me to the side so he could stand up. I scrambled up, arranged Fontaine’s drink and ashtray and cigarettes on the table beside us so he could reach them, then made sure the thick leather cock ring he was wearing was secure before I bent over and laid on the arm of the leather chair looking out over the parking lot through one of the large windows in my suite. Fontaine started pushing his raw dick against my hole, wetting it up with his precum and his dick jumped a little when he started telling me again some of what happened. “There was so much fucking screaming, and then the blood! Christ!” Fontaine said. “While we had on our full assault gear with helmet, masks, body armor, sniper boots, the works, they did not let us in the house until the main assault team had gone in, and secured the premises. We could not see what was going on, but even in the van we could hear the screaming. Puppy and I thought it might be you and tried to get out right then, but the Commander told us to stay put and assured us it was the enemy, that you were secure as he tapped on his ear radio. They had us get out of the van and wait, six of us and the Commander, and the screaming continued, then it all stopped. Yeah, yeah, I know you can’t fucking say anything or explain, but we saw that big mother-fucker carrying you out of that house and his hands were covered in blood. We thought you had been shot or something, but we were ordered to stay where we were. I want to know who he is. You going to tell me or not!” Fontaine slammed his dick into my ass making me yelp and jump a little as he tried to emphasize his point. I didn’t reply, so Fontaine started to slowly work his dick inside my guts, savoring the warm walls that grabbed at him and kept pulling him in deeper. “So anyways, the blood. When we finally get sent in we are ordered to secure the prisoners and prepare them for transport. The two who were guarding the door were gone, no saving them, but it was in the next room we found them. One guy was all laid out on the couch and looked like he had been sick as there was puke on the floor and shit. We though he had been shot and when we went to work on him, you would not fucking believe it! The blood, all that blood was not from a gunshot, the fucker had been CASTRATED!!! HIS BALLS WERE RIPPED RIGHT OFF! I swear to God, Jesus what a sight.” Fontaine’s raw dick was rock hard and he ground in and out as he continued his story, “And then we found the other dude. Big man, all huddled in a corner, crying like a baby, hysterical, and he’s covered in blood too. Clothes torn to shit, big old contusion on his head where he got slammed, but you know what? Same fucking thing!!! HIS BALLS WERE RIPPED RIGHT OFF TOO! Found them laying in the middle of the floor by a big wooden table with ropes on it. I ain’t never seen shit like that except on my grandpa’s farm. Puppy was full of questions of who did this and what happened here until the Commander told him to shut the fuck up, remember that our first rule is to NEVER ask questions and just do as you are ordered. We got those two stable and ready for transport and looked at two more guys at the back of the house. They had been shot, but nothing major, so secured them and got everyone into the transports.” I was so enjoying the feel of Fontaine’s big old dick and did not want to think about what he was telling me. Time to focus on the job at hand to get load number two from Fontaine. “Come on soldier,” I said, “Enough yapping. Time to throw some dick down if you can and fill my hole up with that nasty AIDs cum of yours.” Fontaine growled, reached forward and grabbed my shoulders for leverage and started to slam fuck. “Oh yeah, that what you want? You want Fontaine to use you like I did before? Damn I miss that. Between Puppy and this place I got to be all easy on you. I think I need to take you to the country boy and give you a reminder of what a good fuck really is. You want Fontaine to do that? Huh? Oh fuck yeah you little AIDs pig, work that ass, show me you want it, show me….here it comes, here……” I pulled off Fontaine’s dick, handed him a cigarette and knelt and licked him clean. I then went and found Captain Baker, my broody soldier, got a load out of him, so my ass was nice and full for my next visit – time to see Deacon. Deacon was naked and lying in his bed. I stood by the side of the bed for several minutes just looking at his huge body, those hands of such strength that could rip a man’s balls off his body with barely an effort. I had learned that much from Micah, Deacon’s butler/aide, who said he thought I should know what Deacon had done for me to start to make them pay. Deacon had literally ripped the balls off Vince and my other kidnapper. His soldiers had stormed the house, taken out the armed guards, and Deacon went to kidnapper who was on the couch, the one Uncle Jack injected with my blood, and did not say word, just flung the blanket off him, reached down and ripped his balls off and tossed them to the side. Deacon then found Vince, who was standing beside me as I was still tied up in the ropes to the table, surrounded by our armed assault team. Deacon grabbed him by the throat with one hand, ripped his pants down with the other and repeated his punishment and then tossed him to the side of the room like a ragdoll before he untied me and carried me out of the house. I rubbed my wrists, no longer in awe and wonder to realize that Deacon had healed me of my physical injuries. I felt fine physically. Cum dripped out of my hole onto Deacon’s hard dick. I had climbed up onto the bed, woke him up with a kiss, and then squatted over his dick as Deacon smiled, seeing the fresh wetness. “Your soldiers continue to serve you well,” he laughed and as I eased myself down onto his mammoth dick and felt my guts open up, Deacon said, “Are you doing OK?” He gently put his hands on my shoulders as I settled on his dick. I nodded and smiled. As I rode Deacon’s dick, I recalled the past 18 hours and I remembered how when I awoke after being rescued, Deacon’s face was the first thing I saw, and I wanted to cry as my heart suddenly felt it would break as I was consumed by fear I would never see him again and did not quite realize yet he was real. Deacon’s coal black eyes had bored into me and his voice thundered in my head and strummed my soul as he said, “You are safe now. You are with me again. I have you and it’s going to be all right.” Deacon’s bloody left hand came up, gently held and the right side of my head as he leaned forward and kissed me long and hard. I then realized he was real, laying with me naked, in our bed, and I was home. I was at Covenant and we were one again. Deacon was real!!! My body shook and the impact of recent events washed over me as I started to shake from all the fear, pain, terror, and need to be with Deacon again. He had come. He had found me. I was back with Deacon again! Deacon held me tight as I let go of all those feelings and as Deacon kissed me and told me he had me, I was filled anew with my bond and commitment to him. I could feel his now hard dick pushing against me, but he seemed hesitant. “Please, I need you inside me!” I begged. Deacon looked at me, his eyes searching mine to see if I meant it. As he kissed me, Deacon lifted my left leg, angled his hips, and began to push his monster, dripping dick into my ass. I yelped a little in pain as he entered me, but was shocked that it did not hurt more considering all Uncle Jack had done to me. I felt OK actually. It appeared that Deacon had healed my body again. I didn’t know how, but as he stuffed his raw dick up my ass he would heal my soul too. I reached around with my left hand, grabbed his hip and tried pulling him deeper into me. Deacon fucked me slow and cautiously. Maybe he was afraid I would not want to be with him after what Uncle Jack had done. Maybe he was afraid I would blame him for not keeping my safe. Maybe he thought the covenant had broken somehow. I don’t know, but I let my body show him in every way that I was still his, and he was mine. Deacon said, “I failed you. I am sorry, I….” I interrupted him and said, “There will be time to talk tomorrow if we must. Tonight, I just want to be with you.” I went to sleep with Deacon inside of me, and my guts full of his infected cum. This was our favorite way to go to sleep, and as I lay nestled against him, wrapped in his big arms, I was safe again. Deacon fucked me a couple more times that first night back, each time more intensely than the last. I could tell that while he had made love to me the way I needed, he clearly needed to feed off my pain and so I begged him to make it hurt and brutally fuck me so I could give him what needed. Deacon’s black eyes glowed, the tats on his body flared bright and danced and moved as he raped me, making me scream with every thrust to give him what he needed. Each time he fucked me like this his dick seemed to get even deeper, and bigger, and I could sense when he was ready to shoot as his dick head flared out, knotted, and he would begin pulling my guts with every thrust, sending my pain level soaring. Deacon’s roars and bellows of ecstasy hurt my ears, and his fingers clawed bloody lines down my sides as he dug in and unloaded in my shredded ass. While his cum still burned, my body welcomed it, absorbed it, and fed off it, and healed even more. In the morning, we got up very early and was served breakfast by Micah, Deacon’s butler. After breakfast I had gone to see my soldier’s and the cum Fontaine and Baker had given me was squirting out each time I dropped down on Deacon’s dick, making a slick path. I focused now back on the present, on milking his venomous cum as Deacon’s dick swelled, grew, knotted and I sensed my prize was near. His body tensed and Deacon’s cum burned my guts anew, and his infection spread through my body, making me feel the fever of our bond, he was my SIRE. There was NOTHING better than having him inside of me and a fresh load of his cum coating my guts. I laid forward onto Deacon’s broad chest, our hearts and breathing syncing as we settled down. Deacon said, “There is much to do and many things to discuss. I know you have not wished to talk in detail about what Uncle Jack did to you, but you must. It is important in many ways, especially to help you deal with it.” I shook my head no and wanted to tell him all I needed was him. Deacon ran his fingers over my head as he continued, “I also need to know so I can make sure we are both better protected. While I was able to learn much from those we have secured, I want to take all steps necessary.” “What about the boy I fucked,” I asked, “Is he OK, what did I do? What about Vince, you know, the one you….. and the other one that Uncle Jack injected, what’s happened to him….and are there others? Who else here worked for Uncle Jack?” My anger returned as I remembered the extent of the betrayal. Deacon held me tight to calm me and explained, “The boy and the others are being treated in the medical bay here at Covenant. It was a good thing we found the boy when we did. Normal doctors do not understand this, and frankly for us, this is new, but not unexpected and something we have planned and prepared for. Your virus, as I mentioned, is beyond fathoming in its toxicity to most, and some more than others and we will discuss further future transmission and infection efforts as we have learned much from this event. Anyways, the boy is fine, he is well and is the first of your new generation of SIRED carriers.” My carriers. I sired him, infected him, yes, he would only be the first of many. Deacon continued, “The others are being treated as well. The one who was injected with your blood is stable, but there is extensive secondary damage. Then, the one…the other is fine.” Deacon’s body had tensed as he spoke and I could tell discussing my captors was riling him up. “As part of the next steps, I want you to go to DC in a couple of days. Uncle Jack has fled underground, he knows I am after him, so you are now in charge of all of his operations in DC. I need you to go there and reestablish order and make sure the business and other efforts are back on track. I believe you know someone who could play the role Uncle Jack did in dealing and infecting?” I twisted my head and looked at Deacon not quite sure I had heard him right. DC? Dr Mike was there. Was this his way of saying I could see him? But then who did I know that could handle Uncle jack’s work – yes – LIONEL! I smiled, nodded, Deacon patted my shoulder. My ass was feeling hungry again, so I rolled onto my side, Deacon pulled me back against him and opened my hole up as he slid his dick back up my cum filled guts. I sighed, THAT FELT SO GOOD – BIG RAW DICK!! Deacon continued, “You also need to come up with an appropriate plan for dealing with those who betrayed us. As number two now in Covenant, such actions fall to you. So think on this. There will be a tribunal of the AIDs Lords in two days, we will discuss your decision then.” My duty? To punish them? Part of me relished the thought, and immediately an idea came to mind. Deacon was doing long, slow, deep strokes up my ass making me purr in ecstasy. He stopped, sighed, held me so tight I thought he was going to crack my ribs. “I thought I had lost you. I cannot tell how much it means to have you back with me and how you not being with me…..well, it’s just not something I want. I sensed a change in you that morning, but our connection and SIRE bond is still so new, I did not know immediately you were in danger. It was several hours before anyone realized. Your soldiers alerted Jonas when they came back and found you gone and when he and your boy could not find you they alerted Micah. By then my bond with you told me something was clearly wrong, so I contacted Micah and he confirmed you were missing from Covenant.” Deacon’s voice lowered, his tone saddened as he said, “I thought maybe – maybe you had changed your mind, that you did not want to be here.” “Anyways, a lock down and search of Covenant was begun, which brought to light that there were some staff missing, and our soldiers found some disabled security systems and cameras. It was clear then you had not left on your own accord. I ordered they begin a search, but frankly there was really nothing to go on beyond the missing staff, who had all worked here and were trusted. I immediately took the jet back and was so frustrated that I was so helpless to find that which I now cherish most.” Deacon kissed my neck and ear, I closed my eyes, his breath heating my skin. “It was on the third day that I sensed a change in the bond,” Deacon said. “Beyond just being there in my mind, it was like someone was poking my arm trying to get my attention. I didn’t understand it was you at first, but then began to realize that as I suspected, you have many gifts and talents we don’t yet know or understand and our blood bond and covenant is deeper that I had realized. The poking became more frantic and suddenly I saw you, I was here, in my suite, pacing, and suddenly in my mind I was someplace else, and not of my own power. This was you – you had pulled me to you. Your power had used our bond. As soon as I saw you strapped down on that table I knew, and I knew where you were. Well not precisely, but I could sense it. I could also feel everything they had done to you so clearly – and the blood they had taken – that was NOT THEIRS TO TAKE!” Deacon got very angry when he said that, his fucking stopped, his body tensed. I worked my ass, Deacon refocused on fucking me, and seeded me with another load. We both had much to do, so reluctantly untwined our bodies and I returned to my suite to outline my plan for punishment. The minute I walked in Baker wanted to hug and hold me and Fontaine wanted to sniff me, “You got fucked! I can smell it. Damn!” So as Fontaine mounted me on the spot, Baker in disgust huffed and went to my office to wait. Fontaine growled, nipped at my neck, dug into me, and plowed like a stallion who had just won his first mare. That sparked another part of my plan. When we were finished I had Baker take me to see the prisoners in the medical bay. Armed soldiers were all around, so I felt safe. The boy I had fucked cowered from me when I walked into his room. I said to him, “Your future is in my hands now.” I wanted him to be afraid. My captor who had been injected with my blood was still unconscious, but the doctor said he was stable. I asked about the permanent effects of the castration and he said they had repaired some damage caused to the surrounding tissues from the trauma, but that he would be fine and could probably even get an erection again with the proper stimulation and therapy. I next visited Vince, the one who tried to help me. He was awake, looked pretty banged up, and his face showed relief to see me, then fear. I asked Baker and the other soldiers to leave me alone with him. They refused until I ordered them to cuff Vince to the bed and assured them I would not get too close. Once they had gone I said to Vince, “I want to thank you for trying to be kind and helpful near the end. Your punishment is not over and I cannot forgive you for taking me, but I will do what I can to make sure the punishment is just. You will not be tortured or physically injured more than you have been, or killed, that I can guarantee.” Vince nodded, gave a weak smile, and I left. My plan was coming together. I explained my plan Deacon and he was pleased. He felt it provided punishment for their offenses, showed an example to others, and provided us a new and exciting way in which to meet our goals of spreading AIDs and other infections to our targeted areas and populations. The AIDS Lords that convened for the tribunal fully endorsed the plan, under my leadership and execution, and also issued an order that Uncle Jack be tracked down, captured alive if possible, and punished for what he did. Deacon watched via security camera as I took Captains Fontaine and Baker with me, gathered our prisoners, and explained my plan that was inspired by recent events and The "Fickstutenmarkt" (Horse fair). In Germany, there are regular gatherings of men for the Fickstutenmarkt, or Horse Fair. This is a carefully orchestrated and controlled gathering of bottoms, or ‘mares’, who are hooded and used by any and all tops present with certain rules and guidelines. Under Covenant, I would create our own version of the Fair – the Breeder’s Market. Our prisoners had the honor of being our first ‘mares’ for our Breeder’s Market. They were no longer men, but mares to be mounted and bred and used. To make this complete, those that had not been castrated already would have their balls surgically removed, including the harness boy and the two guards. This was part of their punishment for their participation in helping Uncle Jack. At this the harness boy started to cry and the guards started to scream and yell and strain against their bonds until one of the soldiers drove a gun butt into one of their heads. In addition, every one of them would be infected by me to ensure that their blood was as infectious as possible, for part of their job as a mare was to provide not only a service as a cum and disease receptacle, our own lab rats so to speak, but to spread what we could, where we could. All of them would also be branded on their forehead with a BIOHAZARD BRAND indicating their status as a mare, and a symbol noting which AIDs Lord and which stable they belonged to. This was their life, to be fucked and used for the pleasure of real men. I noted that the harness boy and two guards would be sent to specific AIDs Lords that had requested them. These Lords were joining me in creating the elite stables, where our mares would be very well cared for and turned into the ultimate brood stock and perfect physical specimens, so expect to workout hard and play even harder. Our stables will tour the country as we seed and breed and spread our toxic gift. The guy who was my captor on the other hand, would be used in the new stable in DC’s Southeast neighborhood, back where he used to work for Uncle Jack. He would be kept in stocks and every crack head, every guy he grew up with, every person he ever fucked over would be invited to breed him as much as they wanted. He just glared at me and did not say a word. And finally, Vince. Vince may be part of my elite stable with a specialty for serving those breeders from the leather community. For that, he will be sent back to DC as well, but for the next three months will be chained and trained in the dungeon of Charles – the Horse Dick Leather Lord and his son Roger. We will then see if he makes the cut and if not, will join his compatriot on the southeast side. Vince just hung his head at this judgment, then looked at me and said, “Thank you. I will not disappoint you.” It was time to let the doctors begin their work on our new mares, and I wanted nothing more to do with them. I returned to my suite, dismissed my soldiers, and went to lay down. On my bed was a gold embossed envelope. I opened it, slid the plain card out, there were just four words – “You will be mine.” I calmly walked to Deacon’s suite, waited until he returned, handed him the card and said, “I want Uncle Jack’s dick cut off and brought to me on a platter!” Deacon’s tats flared as his anger exploded and he snarled as the words and their author aligned, “I promise, he will pay far far worse than that.” Stay tuned for additional stories in the Sire Chronicles including: The Breeders Market – The Tours and Training Begin Captain Fontaine – Wisconsin Cabin Weekend More with Deacon, Lionel, Charles and Roger and others…..

Chapter 2 - Torture Breeding for His Pleasure - Uncle Jack Attacks “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOY! WHAT DID YOU DO!” Over and over, the voice became more and more persistent. I ignored him and refused to answer, which just sent Uncle Jack’s thug into overload. “I’ll ask you one more time, what…did…you…DO!” My left eye was pretty swollen and blurry, so I could only see him clearly when the guy paced back towards my right. He was clearly agitated and appeared ready to hit me again when Uncle Jack’s voice stopped him, “I told you, use him all you want. Piss in him, piss on him, cum in any hole, but the rest, the rest I WILL HANDLE, and any marks he receives will come from me. Understand or must I repeat myself? You know I hate that, no?” My abductor punched the wall instead and stormed out of the room, leaving me alone with Uncle Jack or so I thought. It was daylight again, and glimmers of sunshine snuck through the broken miniblinds of the only window in the room. The dim light managed to illuminate the dust and dirt that filled the air and stirred anytime someone moved like the ending to a Disney movie, but this was no fairy tale. Uncle Jack loomed over me like a thunder cloud, then leaned in, gently running his left hand up and down my torso, stopping to gently pinch my left, then my right nipple. SLAM! His left hand hit the right side of my face hard then turned me to look at him. “You see? You see what happens, no? These are simple things. Little things I am asking. So tell me. You saw how upset he is? Do you know why? TG, the one he calls his boy, is sick, quite sick actually. Not good at all. And you know what TG says? TG says he felt fine until you fucked him and that as soon as you came in him he started to feel bad. Why is that? Frankly I think TG must have gotten some bad drugs, but that is what he says. Do you want some drugs? We had so much fun when you smoked with me. What do you say, how about we hit the smoke together, it will take away all the pain, and then I will fuck you again. I think you have stopped bleeding from the last session, what a shame, so it is time. A little smoke, yes? No? I know what will freshen up, here, feel and taste some of Uncle Jack’s piss – aahhhh – yesssss – oh that is good. Open your mouth now, taste my salty piss.” With all my effort I looked at Uncle Jack and then spit at him. DAMN! Being tied down like I was I ended up doing nothing but spitting on myself and getting a fist from Uncle Jack. Fuck that hurts!! I knew he was holding back, otherwise I’d be dead, but fuck! Uncle Jack screamed in frustration. This was the latest in a long line of questions – mostly about Deacon – that I had refused to answer. “I’ll be right back. Fuck if I am going to let good shit go to waste.” The door slammed behind him and I exhaled. Maybe it would be better if he just ended it now. I was not sure how much more I could take. I was startled as someone placed a wet, cool cloth on my left eye. “It’s OK, it’s ok, its just me man, just me. Name’s Vince.” My second abductor, Vince, was the one with the bigger dick who had pulled me into the van and then fucked me after his buddy. He was standing at the head of the table that I was tied to and said, “You shouldn’t have done that. The Boss is pretty wound up right now. I ain’t never seen him like this.” Vince walked to the end of the table and gently rubbed my swollen and blistered asshole. They had tied me spread eagle onto a wood table of some sort, my ass was half hanging off the end, and my legs were held in the air by rope tied to the light fixture hanging from the ceiling. My wrists were tied with rope as well that went from one arm, under the table, to the other arm. I now had bloody bracelets around my ankles and wrists as the rope had rubbed my skin raw any time I moved or they fucked me. “Please don’t,” I whimpered. “It hurts so bad.” My abductor – Vince be damned - poked and prodded at my tender asshole, which I imagined looked like bad hamburger. My whimpering got louder, he eased off and walked around to the right side of the table so I could see him better. “Come on man, just tell him what he wants to hear. Just tell him. Then, then we’ll all be good right? Come on. I really like fucking you, but this……this…just tell him OK?” I shook my head no, looked back at the ceiling and said, “Don’t worry, he needs me alive to get what he wants.” My abductor walked back around to my ass and said quietly, “I…I’m sorry, but this will help I swear. You know how he fucks, so at least maybe this will make it easier to take.” I started to whimper again as I felt his raw dick press against my tortured hole. The crusted blood broke, my raw guts clenched as he pressed into me, my legs shook from the pain as he began to fuck me, shredding me once more for Uncle Jack’s will. The tears flowed as he picked up the pace, but I swore I wouldn’t scream, no not this time. They wouldn’t hear me scream. As the blood ran out of my ass, I bit the inside of my cheeks hard in my effort not to scream out, and tasted blood. My abductor fucked me deep with his 10-inch raw dick and after a while I realized he was right, it did help. My body was releasing endorphins or some shit, that helped me focus on his dick up my ass and how that felt good, versus the pain. “DAMN! Your hole just hugs my dick! HUGS IT! FUCK that’s good. That beat up ass is damn good. Those ass lips just open and close, love seeing my dick slide up in that red tore up hole. Oh FUCK, here I cum, here I, here….” He twitched, grabbed my hanging legs and squeezed hard as he gave me the last few drops of his load. When he finished he pulled up, climbed up on the table, straddled my face and said, “Come on man, lick me clean. I want to see that mouth full of my dick. Then I’ll change the cloth on your eye, OK? Please?” I shook my head, opened my mouth and tasted the mix of cum and blood. Any other time I would have begged for more and savored it. Not now. Now it curled my stomach. We were interrupted by Uncle Jack who banged the door open and whooped, “That’s what I was talking about. Damn that shit was good. Now I am ready for some more action boys and am wired for sound – fuck yeah!!!!” I don’t think Uncle Jack noticed the load in my ass as his fingers dug into my thighs, pulling me a little closer to him on the table as his horse dick found my shredded hole. Uncle Jack slowly began to slide the head of his dick in my hole. He worked it round and round, opening my outer ring before pulling out and SLAM FUCKING!!! Uncle Jack angled his dick for the most damage and tore my outer ring a little more. He got his wish. The onslaught of pain was too much to bare and I passed out once again. My respite did not last long and as soon as I started to come around pain returned, greater and greater, with the soundtrack of Uncle jack’s laughter and shit talking in the background. Uncle Jack had placed a metal pan under the edge of the table to catch all the blood and juice that ran out of my ass. The PLING PLING PLING marked the rhythm of Uncle Jack’s breeding as he tried to get me to submit to him. This time Uncle Jack had brought a big leather strap with him and as he fucked he started to whip my legs, my torso, my chest, and occasionally my face. “You going to tell me what I want to know?” Uncle Jack demanded. WHACK! “What did Deacon do to you and your biohazard ass? WHACK! What did he give you? WHACK! Was it a shot? WHACK! Where does he keep it? WHACK! Who else knows about this? WHACK! What is his plan next?” When Charles and Roger had whipped me in their dungeon it was for pleasure, theirs and mine, but this, this was just terror and I had to hang on. I had to hang onto Deacon and our blood covenant. I was Deacon’s, I was Deacon’s, I was Deacon’s. Uncle Jack continued to repeat his questions over and over while making sure my body was welted as hard and deep as his dick was up my ass. Uncle Jack was shaking my face with his hand, “Come on now, damn it! Wake the fuck up. Look. WHAT DID DEACON DO TO YOU?” I shook my head, Uncle Jack sighed and said in a resigned tone, “I’ve tried. I’ve tried being nice to you and using you like the AIDs whore that you are, no? But I see that a different tact is required. Come, help me get him up.” Uncle Jack was joined by Vince, they untied my arms, undid the ropes from light fixture so my legs dropped and with my body weight so much over the edge of the table now I crumbled to floor. Vince helped me up and guided me to an old wooden chair. I started to fall over, and Vince had to hold me up by my shoulders as Uncle Jack sat in the other chair. “I’m sorry,” Uncle Jack said. “I was on some good shit you know and well maybe, maybe just got carried away a bit, yes? Here’s the deal. Deacon promised me – no he swore to me – that nothing would be done without me and that he would send you back to me. He has sidelined me. Put me out to pasture like an old horse. He can’t do that – won’t do that! He owes me, and so since he would not live up to his own promises to me, I had to take things into my own hands, or should I say take you into my own hands.” Vince was now gently rubbing my left shoulder as Uncle jack continued talking. “I need you for my own purposes,” Uncle Jack said pleadingly, “Won’t you help me? Won’t you tell me what I want – no need – to know? How do I stop Deacon? How do I hurt Deacon? We both know he is not just an ordinary man now don’t we? I promise, promise this all can end and then we can go away. I know my boy here likes fucking you, and you and I both know you’re a cum slut, so I will find you more big dicks, as many as you want. You like? We’ll all go away to the islands, or maybe Berlin. Yeah, someplace like that. I will give you anything or anyone you want, and I will make sure you have everything you need. So one last time, what did Deacon do to you that night after Charles and Roger fucked you in that little show and then left? Hmmm?” How did he know that? No one else was there. Was Charles or Roger a spy for Uncle Jack too? While I wanted this all to end, that just pissed me off, so I hung my head in silence. Uncle Jack growled, stood up and threw his chair against the wall, sending shards of wood skittering across the room. “Get the fuck out!!!” Uncle Jack snarled at Vince. “This ENDS NOW!!!” As Uncle Jack stomped towards me, Vince jumped in front of me and held out his arms, “Come on Boss, come on. Calm down. Come on Boss. You need him. You need him ALIVE – remember – right? Alive. Can’t get nothing out of someone who can’t talk. Just give me a little time with him. I swear, I’ll, I’ll, we’ll find a better way.” Uncle Jack huffed, paced and stomped, then left the room. Vince kneeled in front of me, gently took my head between his hands, looked into my eyes and said pleadingly, “Man, I CAN’T help you if you don’t work with me here. You see that? He was ready to snuff you out man. OUT! So come on, help me. We got to buy some time to figure a way out of this. You’re loyal to your man, I get it. Trust I do. Just give me something!” I looked into Vince’s eyes and he seemed genuinely concerned. He was right about one thing, I needed more time. “It’s something about the blood, that’s all I know.” Vince smiled wide, slapped my thighs, making me wince, he apologized then hurried off to find Uncle Jack, leaving me alone. I slumped in the chair and then collapsed onto the floor. When I came awake I was surrounded by a hum of activity. Uncle Jack and my two abductors were buzzing around the table like a set of bees that had just found a fresh patch of daisies. I was tied back down onto the table, my legs and arms back in the ropes, but now there was a large needle stuck in my right arm. I followed the trail set down by the needle to a large tube that led to what looked like an IV bag hanging up and to the right. Vince saw that I was awake, came up, put his hand on my forehead and said, “Shh, it’s OK man. I got you. You did good, really good. Boss just wants to get a little blood and start figuring out what you said, OK? Just…umm…don’t worry man, I got you.” At least the torture and physical abuse had stopped as they filled the bag with my blood and Uncle Jack took it and left like a boy who had just unwrapped the best Christmas gift ever. Vince pulled out the needle, bandaged my arm, and was interrupted by his cohort who decided he needed to breed me again now that the business at hand was done. Vince tried to stop him, but he got pushed to the side as the guy said, “Asshole, step off! This bitch sent my boy TG to the hospital. The hospital!! I may not be able to make him pay like I want, but am sure the fuck going ram his ass as hard as I can and get my nutt.” Vince looked at me as if to say sorry. I just looked at the ceiling and waited for the fuck to end. This guy was nothing compared to Uncle Jack, so bring it on asshole. Just as he finished cumming in my torn up ass, Uncle Jack returned. He was carrying a syringe full of what appeared to be my blood and told the guy who had just fucked me to give him his arm. The guy hesitated, Uncle Jack’s fist convinced him otherwise. Uncle Jack plunged the needle into the guy’s arm. I strained to watch as the guy began to convulse, shake, and dropped to the ground like a stone. “HOLY FUCK! Get him up! Get him UP!!!” Uncle Jack screamed at Vince. Vince ran over, could not get his friend up, so dragged him out of the room as Uncle Jack said, “You will pay more than you can imagine if anything happens to him!” I shook my head and said with disgust, “If you’re such a dumb fuck that you would just shoot your boy up like that, you both get what you deserve. YOU’RE NOT HALF THE MAN THAT DEACON IS!!” That got me another fist and rape fuck and this time Uncle Jack used his hands to mark to me while he plowed me raw and loaded me with his dirty seed. Uncle Jack finished breeding me again. It was an angry, evil, and vicious fuck born in the soul of a twisted man. As he pulled out, Uncle Jack said, “You are nothing but an AIDs slut and whore. I WILL find out what I need and you better get used to feeling a lot of pain, as there is plenty more to come. You will pay for disobeying me, over, and over, and over again as you and I are going to be together for a very long time. A very long time and I will teach you to beg me for mercy before you beg me to rape you and give you my infected cum.” Uncle Jack wiped his bloody dick off on my inner thigh, then left me alone as his words sunk in. My anger at the betrayal and everything that had happened had gone, and was now replaced with fear. Fear that I truly would never see Deacon again. I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion as I began thinking of Deacon. I focused, in my mind, I focused on the sound of his voice in my head, of him inside me, of our bond, “Help me, help me,” I cried out. I could hear Deacon, he sounded so far away, but I knew it was his voice, deep and thrumming inside of me. I tried to focus on his voice, and when it became a little clearer I swear he was calling my name. I answered as loud as I could, “Deacon!” I called out again, but the voice still seemed so far away. I screamed as loud as I could, “DEACON!” Then I focused on the voice and called out with the voice in my head and suddenly the tats on my arms glowed white hot and flared and there he was – my Deacon. His eyes were wide with surprise, then anger as he looked at me and saw what had been done. I tried to get up, to go to him, but the ropes held me tight and dug deeper into my flesh. I started to cry as all the walls I had built to protect myself collapsed. Deacon’s image was so clear, he was so near, but suddenly he shifted and shimmered and disappeared. He was gone, and I was alone again. Alone to face Uncle Jack and his thugs on my own. I screamed in despair and anguish, “Deacon, come back! HELP me, please HELP me!!!” Uncle Jack burst through the door. “Who are you talking to?” Uncle Jack asked. “You going crazy on us boy? All this big dick too much for you? Time for another injection of raw dick I think, what do think?” I was suddenly feeling really hot and feverish and light headed as Uncle Jack started to work his hardening dick into my used and abused ass. Vince had come and stood to the side of the table to check the bandage he had put over the spot where he took out the needle. “Boss, look at that. Look at his arms.” Uncle Jack was not happy about being interrupted and gruffly said, “Can’t you see I’m busting some white hole right now? Huh? What are you babbling about?” Vince reached across my torso and turned both my arms so the tats on the inside of my forearms were clearly visible. The torture of my ass paused as Uncle Jack stopped and looked and said, “OH SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK?!” when he looked at my arms. The tats Deacon had given me were glowing bright white and pulsing like a beacon. The fever was now overtaking me and I knew I was losing consciousness. I looked at Uncle Jack and Vince who both now looked very afraid. I said as loud as I could, but it came out barely a whisper, “He’s coming.” Uncle Jack roughly yanked his donkey dick out of my ass, walked to the left side of the table, leaned down next to my face and said, “What? What did you just say? What was that? Tell me!!!” I said again, “He’s coming.” Uncle Jack’s eyes were now definitely full of fear. He titled his head, with his left hand rubbed my face gently and said in a whisper so only I could hear, “Let him come. I will be long gone, but don’t worry precious one. This is not the last you will see of Uncle Jack. You will be mine.” As Uncle Jack stepped back and started giving orders my tats flared even brighter and as the world went dark. He’s coming.

Chapter 6 of the Sire Chronicles: DEACON’S GIFTS and I MEET MY NEW GUARDS I begged him to fuck me harder and deeper and Deacon made my teeth clang together as he beast fucked my guts, giving me his super-toxic cum over and over. I went to sleep that night with Deacon’s dick still in my ass after he had filled me again with his piss. His dick had expanded and knotted out, lodging itself deep, ensuring that nothing leaked out as we slept. When I awoke it was to Deacon starting to fuck me again and blessing me with another load. Once he finished, he quickly pulled his dick out, making me scream. Deacon loved that and slammed in and pulled out a few more times, savoring my agony. The last time he pulled out, his dick was followed by a rush of piss, cum, blood, and ass juice, and Deacon telling me, “Not a drop is wasted, what you cannot keep in you will clean up, now LICK IT UP!!” I got on my hands and knees and licked up my mess as Deacon went to the bathroom and got in the shower. I followed and like a crack addict had to have more and backed up onto his ever-hard dick as the water cascaded around us so he could fill me up again. When we were done I toweled Deacon off, following his instructions on how best to serve him. Deacon then left the bathroom and let me get ready to meet him for breakfast. Everything had been set out for, so I brushed my teeth, dried off, took a piss and made sure to keep his piss and cum up my ass which was not easy at all. My ass was gaping and leaking, so I repeatedly had to wipe myself with my hand and lick it clean. I went to the dining room, still naked as ordered, and sat to Deacon’s right. He was at the head of a large, ornate, wood table that was set for a meal for the two of us and soon his butler appeared with trays and served our food. He left, and I could not help staring at Deacon as my ass twitched and I realized I just wanted more dick. Deacon laughed and said, “Even after all of that, you still want more?” I shook my head yes as I shamefully hung my head. Deacon reached over with his right hand, lifted my chin so I could meet his eyes and said, “NEVER feel shame for desiring me, or for anything that you need, want, or that I ask you to do. You – we – are the COVENANT and you continue to please me beyond my imagining. I see now that you were truly made for me as not once did you ask me to stop, not once did you try to run from me. You understood what I needed and did everything you could to let me feed and have it. It has been many many years since my soul was fed so well by such pure, strong pain, and the physical enjoyment too of course. So, I promised you that today we would speak about anything you wished, so what do you wish to know?” My mind was so focused on sex, I had not thought about that. What did I want to know? I now knew I was his and he was my life, so no sense asking about that. So I asked about his tattoos, and how they seemed to shift, move, change colors. Deacon’s eyes narrowed as he said, “You can see that? Hmmm….another surprise you have for me as that is a truly special talent. The simplest answer is each one of my tattoos is sacred, and has great meaning, as does the tattoo on your back does it not? Just as you earned that, each of mine were earned, and as we are together you shall earn yours as well, just as you did those,” he said pointing to the new tats on the insides of my wrist. “But what do they mean?” I asked. Deacon shook his head and said, “In time you may learn that, but for now all you must understand is that they have great power and are a great honor.” I was still curious, but decided to move on and asked about how I would serve him. Deacon was quiet a moment and said, “Just as you were of service to Dr Mike in spreading infection, and AIDS, and death and destruction, you will serve me as well. You are my genesis and are more infected than even Dr Mike can truly fathom. Not just your cum and blood is toxic, but for some, even your sweat, spit, skin can pass the virus along in the same way I passed mine to you.” Deacon continued, “You and I will be travelling. I know Dr Mike explained to you about the Covenant and the regional AIDs lords. You will continue to support their work in Tier 1 regions, but in addition, you and I will travel to Tier 2 areas and you will be the bait. You will recruit those that I target, men and boys in positions of power and access to bodies such as college professors, company executives, other leaders of various types in churches, towns, prisons, and other institutions. You will infect them in whatever way is required as a bottom, or as Dr Mike taught, a top when needed to accomplish the goal. In addition, you will train and develop those that you infect to the cause, to the COVENANT, teach them the joy of infecting and breeding. I am trusting you to lead them to my cause, the need to breed and seed and they will then serve me too in their way. Do you understand?” I shook my head yes as his words sank in, and then was hit by a wall of anxiety or fear I guess similar to what I felt when Dr Mike had me breed and infect the first boy. Deacon knew what I was feeling, as he seemed to know everything, and said, “Remember, none of this work – and that is what it is – will change our COVENANT. You and I are one now and always will be.” His smile of reassurance and soothing words took away any concern. Deacon then said, “I know you have wondered why Dr Mike had you trained in other skill sets. In addition to what I require of you for my own needs and to spread your toxic gift, you will also be my personal companion. Yes, I have staff and you will have your own staff as well, but their roles are limited and I prefer to have you serve in certain roles such as helping me get ready as I wish, or sleep with me when I wish, or just spend time with me. You will have your own suite, which you will see soon, but I will often want you with me.” My face must have lit up as I wanted nothing more than to serve him and I realized not just sexually. Deacon smiled and continued, “Dr Mike had you begin training in business matters as you will be the face of my businesses, the public face of COVENANT INC. As you can see I tend to be noticed and I need discretion to carry out my work. Your training in this area will continue and intensify. I have the best experts in the world running my businesses, but starting now they will always come to you to convey what is needed and you will then covey that to me and vice versa.” “In summary,” Deacon said, “You will never speak of me to anyone, period. I have remade you to be my personal travel companion, assistant, valet, and of course you will ensure all of my needs are addressed. You will continue to be fucked by other men and to fuck others too to pass your strains, but I will use you – often and brutally, and when I am inside you is the only time you may try to resist me, otherwise you will obey me at all times. I am you SIRE and my soul now thirsts for your pain and anguish and I may use you anytime I wish, any where, any way, any how. When you have pleased me well I will make love to you in the ways that you desire most.” I sighed, knowing my life had changed forever and could think of nothing better. While I did not miss Dr Mike now like I did in that first moment, I was curious and asked where he was and if he was OK and if Deacon had fucked him. Deacon laughed, “No no he is not for me, no no, yes he serves me, but in a different way as you know. I watched how loyal you were to your Dr Mike, and yes, even a little bit of love I think. I also saw how he looked at you with an attachment that I do not think he truly realized. While I could easily force such devotion on you, I will not. In some things, such as this, I will wish to see your own will, your own desire, your own mind and thought and choice. You may never find what you consider to be love with me, or you might, but either way you know in your heart that I will always guide and protect you and will keep you safe now no matter what. You are mine, yet you may have your Lionel or someone else for that if you wish and I will not object. As I have said I will let many men fuck you, and use you, and you may have sex with anyone you choose as long as it does not interfere with your duties. However, also know that I will only have sex with you, for practical reasons you can understand, and other reasons that for now do not matter.” That surprised me, and I shook my head, looked at Deacon and said, “Truly, I just want to be yours in every way. I will do everything you ask and more, and I am honored you have chosen me. I do love being fucked and taking cum, but even with Dr Mike, it was a way for me to serve him. But there was always a wall, a barrier, I could never serve him in every way like I know I have, and will continue to do with you.” Deacon pulled me out of my chair and over towards him and began kissing me long and hard, his dick rising and getting snagged in the table cloth making me laugh. I just wanted to collapse in his arms again, but he let me go and I sat back down. “You will not return to DC,” Deacon said, affirming what I already knew, “Well at least not now and not to the life you knew before. You will see Uncle Jack again as he made a special request on that to ensure your genesis would help him in his mission and for his own personal pleasure as he has something special planned for you I understand.” I thought back to the rough fuck Uncle Jack had given me at his crack house and my dick got instantly hard. Deacon knew and smiled. We had almost finished eating when Deacon said, “I mentioned that you would have your own staff. Even here, at COVENANT, only a select few of the staff are aware of me at any level. They will all know you, and will treat you with the respect and courtesy your position mandates. You will start out with your own personal butler, one of the harnessed serving boys, and a pair of private guards. We hire only the best, and these four will serve you in every way and in everything you ask including sex if you desire, no questions, and I will not interfere with them unless they do not do as you wish and if that happens, they understand the punishment is extreme and severe. They will travel with us as needed, but always separately, and they will never see me or hear you speak of me, understand?” I nodded. Deacon’s butler appeared again on some secret signal, and in looking at him I realized he looked almost the same as the others I had seen. Early 20’s, very polished, smart and clearly loyal. Deacon indicated him and said, “Follow Micah. The large closet and dressing area in my bedroom on the far side is for you. You will find a complete set of clothes for all occasions in there, a duplicate of what is in your own suite. My suite is your home now as well, but for those times when we wish, you have your own space too. The suite has been built and decorated based on your preferences and tastes, but you may change anything you wish. Gut it if you want and start again, I do not care, as that is yours. So, get dressed and Micah will introduce you to your staff.” I was thinking about what my suite may look like and how he knew so much about me when Deacon said, “I must leave town to handle some business that I delayed during your conversion. I will be gone for a couple of days and you are not yet strong enough to travel with me, so you will stay here. Take this time to familiarize yourself with your staff, with COVENANT, with the rest of the staff, and anything you may need, just ask Micah, he oversees all of the staff here and even yours report to him. Of course Micah in turn will follow any request or order from you as if it came from me.” The thought of Deacon leaving sent a rush of anxiety, loss, and longing through me. I was not ready to be separated from him yet. I stood up from the table, my dick still hard in hunger for Deacon, but I was not embarrassed as Deacon smiled and watched me follow Micah back to the bedroom who showed me my closet, asked if I needed any assistance, and then left. I picked out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but skipped the shoes as I loved being barefoot and was just going down the hall. I returned to the dining room and Deacon was now sitting a little back from the table, his monster dick swollen and dripping a stream of precum that was staining the plush tan carpet. I practically ran over to him, dropped onto my knees and started licking his piss slit. The first drops of his precum burned my lips and tongue, but I wanted more, and slurped all over his dick to get every drop I could. Deacon grabbed the back of my head with both his hands, held my mouth over the apple sized head of his dick and pushed me down onto him. His dick head was too big to go straight into my mouth, but I found by shifting around that if I tilted my head a little and angled more to the side, I just barely fit it in. Deacon moaned as my tongue and mouth covered his head and immediately began trying to force his dick down my throat. Once the head was in I was able to get straight again and tried opening my mouth further. Deacon now pushed his hips forward and my head down, choking the breath out of me as his dick filled my throat and blocked my airways. I gagged, choked, my body convulsed as I tried to puke but Deacon did not stop and just kept forcing his dick in as far as it would go. Once he was satisfied I had all I could take, Deacon banged my throat hard, fucking me hard, pulling back a little and slamming forward trying to make my throat open like my ass did. I was starting to blackout from the lack of air and just as I was on the edge Deacon shot his AIDs filled cum down my throat. HIS CUM WAS LIKE HOT KNIVES, slicing my throat open as it ran down my insides. Oh shit! It scalded me and burned me and when it hit my stomach my gut clenched tight and heaved in waves. Deacon pulled his dick out of my mouth and held it in front of my face until I caught my breath and could lick him clean. “One last thing,” Deacon said as I was still on my knees, “I have specially chosen your new guards not only for their technical skills, but, well, you will see. You may let them fuck you as you wish, or not, that is up to you, as I said, you are always mine now no matter what. Micah is waiting for you by the front door and will now escort you to your suite and I will see you on my return.” I nodded, stood up, then leaned in and let Deacon lick my face clean as he kissed me hard good-bye. I went to the front door and found Micah waiting. He opened the door, we stepped into the hall, and Deacon’s two guards, all dressed in black, were at their posts. I followed Micah down the hall and to the right to the end of a short hallway. There was another butler standing by a large set of wooden doors who looked almost like Micah’s clone, and one of the harnessed boys. I did not see my guards as Micah said, “This is Jonas, he will serve you as you wish, as do I, and I am happy to meet with you at your convenience to discuss the additional rules and protocol we have in place for our staff that serve on this level, and those that serve the rest of COVENANT. Unless you have any questions I will leave you now to attend to other matters and please call if you need me.” I shook my head, Micah left, and I looked at Jonas who was standing at attention. I then looked at the harnessed boy who like the others, was very young, smaller, hairless, and his eyes were downcast to the floor. I asked, “What is your name?” He did not answer, but Jonas said, “He has no name Sir, he is just here to serve. You may choose to call him whatever you wish, but I understand that generally names must be earned. However, he will answer to anything and like myself, is here to attend to all of your needs, whatever they may be.” Hmm, neither one of them were really my thing, especially as I was still savoring the taste of Deacon’s foul and burning cum. “Ok, might as well show me around,” I said. Jonas opened the door and I stepped through into the long entry hall followed by him and the boy. As I entered the large living room I saw a tall blond man pacing back and forth, dressed in the same black uniform as the other guards. He turned, stopped, stared, and I did the same as I could not believe it. There, standing before me in all of his soldierly glory was Captain Baker who I had met months back as told in the story The Soldiers –supporting the troops –the Dr Mike Way. Jonas bowed and left with the harness boy and I just stood there staring as Captain Baker walked over and hugged me hard. I pulled away and started to pepper him with questions, “What are you doing here? How did,…I don’t understand…I thought……What….” Captain Baker stopped me as he tried kissing me, but I deflected his kiss as I did not want to share Deacon’s cum and did not know how it would affect him. I was surprised how nice it made me feel to see him again. We were still holding each other with Baker kissing my neck and cheeks when a loud voice interrupted us and said, “Well, well, well, guess Puppy found his boy after all.” I turned and coming out of the hall, dressed in the same black uniform, with a cigarette in his mouth and looking as menacing as the last time I saw him – Captain Fontaine. He laughed, shook his head, put his cigarette out in an ashtray on the table as Captain Baker tensed up and seemed ready to fight. Captain Fontaine stepped between us as he pushed Baker back away from me a couple steps and said, “Ol’Fontaine’s thinking these new orders ain’t so bad after all. If I recall, you opened that hole right up for me when I came to your house and made you my own AIDs bitch and left you full of so much southern cum and tore you up, bet you didn’t walk right for days!!” Fontaine continued laughing as he walked away, pulling his black t-shirt off over his head and went to the table and tapped a new cigarette out of the pack. Baker stood back, looking at me with bewilderment, confusion, and hurt not quite understanding what he just heard. Oh hell! I was trying to figure out what to say, how to explain, when Fontaine’s voice interrupted my thoughts, “And were these your idea?” I glanced at Fontaine as he was fingering small rings that now pierced each nipple. “Ol’Puppy’s got em too,” Fontaine said, “I knew this was no regular assignment went they said I had to get my God damn nipples pierced! That’s hardly Army airborne standard.” Fontaine had continued to get undressed as he talked and now stood stark naked except for his boots, holding his lit cigarette up and taking a long, hard drag, while stroking his hardening dick with his left. “So are you just going to stand there or what? I need some ass now!” Fontaine growled, but with an evil smirk on his face. I looked at Baker who now looked truly angry. He glared at Fontaine and opened the door and left the suite, letting the large double doors slam behind him on his way out. I knew he would not get far as the other soldiers would make sure of that. Fontaine walked over to me as I stood looking at the closed door, ready to go after Baker and grabbed my left arm hard, spun me around to face him and looked in my eyes as he exhaled a long stream of smoke into my face. Fontaine’s mammoth dick was now almost fully hard and poking me in the gut as he pulled me closer. “Don’t you worry about Puppy,” Fontaine said. “You and me, we got some catching up to do. I’ve been missing that nice wet ass of yours and really enjoyed how you served me and let me dig up in there when I came to your place and made you my own personal faggot. I loved how you shined my boots, made me some drinks, and most of all faggot – I loved tearing that hole to shreds as I beat the shit out of you faggot and made you my own little AIDs bitch. I know you hurt for days after I planted my DNA virus in that faggot hole of yours. Ol’Fontaine’s got a load that needs milking, and you’re either gonna help me out willing, or not, but either way I plan to dump this seed nice and deep.” I stood thinking as Fontaine put the cigarette in his mouth, his hands flashed out and closed around my throat as he said through clenched teeth, ”TELL ME FAG – YOU WANT SOME REAL SOLDIER DICK?” I looked down at Fontaine’s dripping dick and decided Captain Baker better learn his place now and get over it. He and Fontaine were now my soldiers and part of their mission was to keep my ass happy! Fontaine laughed in horny glee as I smiled back at him, nodded as best I could with his hands around my throat, and tried taking off my clothes. I needed some cum up my ass and I had just man available to give me what I needed. Stay tuned for future stories with Deacon and my soldier guards, Captain Baker and Captain Fontaine, as well as my travels to serve Deacon across the country visiting bookstores, colleges, armed forces bases, and more, as well as a trip home to see Uncle Jack, Lionel, and others. Will I see Dr Mike again?

Chapter 4 of Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles: Deacon, The Prince du Sang Reveals My Future Deacon tossed me onto it like a sack of potatoes. My teeth jarred and I shook my head to get my bearings as I felt Deacon grab both ankles and pull me back to the edge. He flipped me onto my back, leaned down over me so all I could see were his black, eternal eyes, as Deacon growled, “You are my blood sacrifice. Now you will give me what I NEED YOU AIDS WHORE!!!!” The bed Deacon had thrown me on was really high off the ground, and at the perfect level for his dick to have a straight shot into any hole he wanted. Deacon pulled my ass towards him so it was hanging off the bed a little. He then forced his mammoth uncut dick of destruction through my tender and used hole as he held my legs wide apart with one hand around each calf, prying inch after inch of his still hardening dick into me as my body bucked and flopped like a fish on dry land trying to get back to water. Deacon slammed his dick in and fucked without mercy, making me bleed more as he gave me my first taste of his truly merciless raw dick. Then the pain started, and I screamed and cried from a mix of frustration, confusion, and pain as Deacon ripped me open. What had happened to that loving and passionate man? The pain I had felt before was nothing compared to this. What had Dr Mike done? Why didn’t he stop this? And Charles, Charles lied to me, I was not ready for this, how could I be. How could it hurt so bad after I had just got done riding his dick? Unbelievably Deacon’s dick got even bigger once it was inside me this time. It swelled, grew, and pushed out after each inch entered me, literally impaling me. How could that be? No one’s dick grew that much. My screams of terror and agony filled the room, and Deacon began to chant, “Yes, YES, SCREAM FOR ME!! Oh that pleases me. To hear my victims scream. YES YES. Oh please me!!” Deacon’s voice continued to fill the room and my head, getting louder and louder, “I have waited, and waited, and waited, and relished over and over in my mind how wondrous this moment would be when I would be inside of you and the moment in which I would give you pain beyond imagining. BE MY VICTIM, INFUSE ME WITH POWER WITH YOUR PAIN!!” He was like no other man as I would come to learn and I swear when he was tearing me up that first time that his face and body changed into….I don’t know, something, someone, just not him, or was there more than one man, or were they all him? He was a sadist for sure and the more I screamed, the more he enjoyed it. For his part, Deacon would tell me later that he was always surprised that his victim’s ass twitched, convulsed, and massaged his dick and pulled him in deeper no matter how much the flesh beneath him was screaming in terror – yet he didn’t stopped. His voice was filled with power and resonance as much as his dick was, “BE MY AIDS VICTIM, BE MY VESSEL, SERVE ME AS THE SACRIFICE I NEED. YOUR BLOOD WILL SERVE ME!!” Deacon continued to fuck me hard and long and it was hard to focus on anything as I was violated and used like I had never been before. This man had amazing stamina and I lost all track and sense of time. Deacon talked as he fucked and when next I focused I heard him say, “And you will be amazed when I cum inside you. I know you love to take a man’s hot load, but you have never experienced anything like it is when I cum. I can cum more than you can imagine or believe, and for a very long time as my semen is filled with so much, so so much to infect and breed you, oh yes, I WILL INFECT YOU! CAN YOU FEEL MY INFECTION? IT HAS ALREADY STARTED, MY BLOOD, MY PRECUM, MY BODY, HAVE ALL BEGUN TO INFECT YOU.” I could feel it. It was like being in another world that was on a time delay. I felt the pain of him slamming into me in my body, but then it was like 10 seconds later that my mind registered it. What the fuck? It was like being high, what was he doing to me? And the heat. Was it so hot in the room, or was it just me? While the pain was still unbelievable, the slut pig in me that wanted to feel it more took over as I started to holler, “HARDER PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER, MAKE ME BLEED, INFECT – OH GOD PLEASE – PLEASE INFECT ME!!!” Deacon needed no encouragement, opening my hole wide, making it loose, sloppy, and wet for his raw dick. He had grabbed my forearms tight, pulling them back in an X over my head, with his arms pressed to each side of my head, giving him leverage as he began pulling me forward onto his dick, and giving me contact burns as his big hands clamped down and pressed tight, scraping my skin. I stared in awe and wonder as the muscles all over his body rippled and his tats continued to dance as Deacon pounded my ass. I looked at his arms and was entranced seeing his muscles flex and twist and snake as he power fucked me. The tattoos that covered his arms continued to shift, the letters of the words appeared to change, the other designs seemed to move, celebrating the twisted infection dance that was taking place. To make sure I bled well for him, several times he pulled all the way out and angled his dick as he slammed back in making me dizzy from the pain. Unbelievably I suddenly realized I was taking him balls deep as his huge nut sac started slapping against my upturned ass. I wanted more and started to say over and over, louder and louder, “Breed me in pain and blood, make me the COVENANT, sacrifice me to the COVENANT, INFECT ME FOR THE COVENANT!!” The room began to shake, I felt a flash of heat and a roaring in my head built to a crescendo as Deacon’s dick swelled inside of me and he prepared my guts to take him. I cried out as Deacon’s hands squeezed my arms harder as he pulled me into his rampaging dick and I thought he was going to break my arms. Deacon was growling, howling, and while his ecstasy built, he too screamed, our voices joining in unison as his body and mine became one as he began to shake, every muscle in his body ready to release the pent up venom and toxins it had prepared for me. “FEEL MY DEATH IN YOU – TAKE ME BOY – SERVE ME – BE MY AIDS WHORE!!!!” Deacon screamed so loud my ears hurt and I started to feel his dick writhe and expand even more in my shredded hole as he unloaded his toxic gift. His cum came in *******s and seared by insides, making me cry out from the unexpected new level of pain. Why did it burn so much? Deacon slammed me harder and deeper, on and on as he continued to cum in my ass and I could hear how wet sloshing he was making my hole, and could feel his cum and my ass juice start to run out of my hole in waves each time he pulled back. “BLEED FOR ME NOW, BLEED FOR ME AND FEEL ME INFECT YOU – YES – YES – FEEL ME TEAR YOUR GUTS APART – FEED ME WITH YOUR PAIN, FEED ME WITH YOUR TERROR – FEED ME WITH YOUR BLOOD!!” Deacon cried louder and louder. Again, the time delay affect played through my head as my body was lost in the pain, I heard terror filled screams, and then my mind registered it was me, but no, that could not be, this was the most amazing fuck of my life! I tried to beg him to please don’t stop, I wanted him deeper, I wanted his cum so bad, I wanted more. Deacon continued to fill me with cum and again I had no sense of time, but it felt and seemed like he cummed for several minutes. Even after I was convinced he must be done cumming and the searing burning in my guts had settled to a light boil, he kept fucking. I just lay there, trying to focus on how amazing it was to feel this man split me wide open. To feel the heat of his dick so deep inside of me, to be such a part of someone else, or I guess, them being a part of me. I stared at this amazing man as he fucked with abandon, and noticed that at some point he had released my arms, but I had grabbed at his and saw that I had dug long, bloody, red gouges down his forearms as I clawed to hang onto him. Finally, Deacon began to slow, his raw dick still gouging my insides, but the strokes were slower, more purposeful, focused on scraping every inch of my insides raw to create the perfect bloody welcoming mat for his infected gift. My body started to feel hotter and hotter like I was lying above an open flame. Deacon’s voice cut through my muddled thoughts and said, “Yes, oh YES, you are feeling it, feel my infection spread in you. As a Prince du Sang I have waited so long for the right ass, the right vessel who can serve me and whose body would accept my infection as none before were able to last beyond even the initial exposure to me. Dr Mike assured me you would, and so far you have exceeded all expectations, so we shall see. If you do, you will continue to please me. I will use you and just as you are mine, I am yours, bonded in blood and AIDs and infections beyond believing. You will serve me in many ways, sexually and otherwise and I will also have you fuck and be fucked by many other guys as the COVENANT requires that the infection be spread.” I was to be his? Was this more than just an extreme fuck? The heat continued to rise in my body, my vision blurred, my thoughts became fuzzier, and Deacon’s fucking slowed, then stopped, and I barely realized when he pulled his still hard, dripping dick out of my ass. He flipped me onto my stomach and I got a mouth full of bed spread as Deacon spread my cheeks and sated his hunger on copious amounts of ass juice, blood, and his cum my ass served up. I was feeling really dizzy when Deacon turned me back over, pulled me upright to the edge of the bed and said, “Taste your ass, lick my dick, taste my infection, taste the tang of your blood, taste how wet your ass became. No, no longer an ass, a pussy. A true an real pussy as my dick has relished in destroying every shred of resistance in every inch of your guts. A true pussy slut – aahhh, so good!” Deacon was smiling as he reached into a drawer of the large table by the bed and pulled out a glass jar similar to the one Dr Mike has used when he rubbed the stuff on my hole each night we had been in Chicago. Deacon saw the recognition in my face and said, “Yes, you know what this is, well I should say sort of what this is. What Dr Mike used on you was a ‘lighter’ version shall we say. For times when you and I have been together I will use something a little stronger because I want your hole to tighten right up all brand new so I can savor destroying it all over again and making it my pussy once more.” Even though I was feeling like hell and so hot with a rampaging fever, and my entire body throbbed from the fucking I just took, I could not help but smile as I wanted Deacon again and again and mumbled, “Thank you Deacon.” “You are going to be very very sick for a while, sicker then you can imagine,” Deacon continued as he poured some dark liquid into a glass from a pitcher on the table. “Here drink this, it will help you relax for what is to come. While I could hurt you beyond repair I need you to serve me – and those that I choose. Do not get me wrong though as I have no qualms ripping you wide open and watching you bleed like a stuck pig all over me, which you will do often as I savor your pain. You are my sacrifice and even during your sickest moments I will be using you, and you will feel the terror as I brutally fuck you bloody to infect you again and again” Deacons voice boomed through my head again as I began to fade into unconsciousness from the drink he had just given me, “I AM YOUR SIRE, I AM YOUR AIDS LORD AND PRINCE DU SANG, YOU ARE NOW MY COVENANT AS MADE THROUGH BLOOD AND SACRIFICE.” Stay tuned for Chapter 5 of the Sire Chronicles: I am Made in Deacon’s Image and My New Soldier Guards

Deacon is Revealed: Chapter 3 of Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles At the end of Chapter 2, Charles eased his spent dick out of my raw, bloody and torn hole that was now awash in his and Roger’s infected loads. Roger rolled a little to his left and eased me onto my side as his dick slipped out of my hole. I just lay there as they got dressed, Roger left the room, the door closed and Charles came over. His leather gloved hand patted my head, and he leaned down to my left ear and whispered, “Now, now you are ready for Deacon. Good bye boy.” Deacon? Good bye? Wait, what? Charles! The door closed behind Charles and I was left alone. My ass ached and throbbed and now that they had stopped fucking me, I felt so empty and the pain of their assault started to return, my dick went limp, and I curled up on the padded table, exhausted. I had just closed my eyes when I heard the double doors to the room open. I rolled over onto my back, looked at the door and my breath caught as I saw the biggest man I had ever seen in my life and the fucker was naked too. “I am THE DEACON,” the man said as his deep voice rumbled and filled the room, and pounded through my chest like a shockwave. Deacon was a giant, literally, and stood at least 7 feet tall, and must have weighed about 320 pounds if not more. He was muscular, but not a bodybuilder; thick, but not a bear; fairly hairless, including a bald head, but his chest was covered nicely and he had a trimmed mustache and goatee. Deacon’s arms were thick and long ending in massively huge hands, his legs were wide and thick like tree trunks, and on his whole body his veins popped and pulsed. Deacon’s skin seemed to shift from dark coal black, to light mocha, which must have been my exhaustion and tricks of the light. He was also covered in tattoos that ran down his legs, his arms, they were on his chest and torso, across his shoulders and up his neck. His tattoos also seemed to shift and change colors and I swear they moved. Again, I must have been seeing things because I was so tired and from the light, it was just hard to focus. As I had been staring at this hulk of a man, he had silently walked across the room to where I lay on the padded platform. Every step Deacon took made me focus on what I had missed at first, his fucking huge dick! HOLY CHRIST! I had seen some horse dicked men in my life, and had just been rape fucked raw and bred and infected by two of them. I also loved porn and was entranced by those bigger-than-life dicked guys you always find fucking women in straight porn. Deacon, The Deacon was something else – something unearthly. With each step his legs parted, his massive dick swung side-to-side slapping his lower thighs. His meat was thick, heavy, and pushed forward by a set of balls that each were large, round, and looked full of cum. The skin of his dick was dark black, he was uncut and the skin hung a good two to three inches past the end of the head forming a long V-point of flesh. There was a small forest of dark hair making a nightly halo around the shaft of his dick and coating his balls. Deacon stopped beside the padded table and did not say a word. All I could see was his dick and thighs as he was so huge, he eclipsed all else. I instinctively reached out to touch his dick, but halted as I realized with shock and horror and sudden hunger that his dick was literally as long as my forearm and hand combined, and just as thick, and each of his balls was the size of my fist. No fucking way! I must be dreaming. I must have not woken up after Charles choked me out, or maybe I was having some sort of seizure or something. This could not be real. He could not be real. No man is that big, it was not possible. No fucking way! “YOU ARE MINE NOW!” Deacon’s voice boomed, scaring me and hurting my ears and I reached up to cover my head. His voice, a little lower continued but still thrummed through my chest, “Frankly, you always have been.” The table began to rise and expand and as I realized what was happening I tried to scramble as far away from this man as I could. What a futile, useless effort that was! Deacon reached out, grabbed both my legs and it felt like I was being burned and crushed at the same time. He flipped me onto my back as he pulled me towards him with my legs spread wide like I was a turkey dinner being prepared for a holiday feast. My hands were tearing at the table, trying to find something, anything to grab onto, to hold myself and pull away, but I just slid towards my fate. Deacon did not say a word as he pulled me to the edge of the table, grabbed both of my ankles with one hand, pushed my legs back opening my hole, and with his free hand guided his baseball bat dick head against my used and abused ass that was still wet and dripping with all of the infected AIDs cum I had taken. I was flapping around, trying to buck and move as fear was driving me. My instinct to flee from the predator had kicked, but to no avail. I did not ask him to stop though, and looking back find that sort of strange. I didn’t say anything, just tried to get away. Maybe I knew. Maybe I knew that it was meant to be. I had been fucked that day by Charles and Roger, been gangbanged at IML and taken more cum than I ever had in my life, and then been double dicked by Charles and Roger as they raped me on the padded table. My ass was OPEN, used, full of nutt, yet nothing – NOTHING – could have made me ready for Deacon. Deacon’s dick head was like an apple. It did not taper like a missile, it was round and blunt and easily found my open hole. But Deacon did not give me the bareback assault I was expecting. Instead, he let his dick head just nestle against my hole, slicking it up with the copious pre-cum running out of his large piss slit as he then leaned forward between my open legs and began licking nipples. Oh fuck! His tongue was large, but he focused right in on my nipples and began licking and nibbling on them. They sprang hard in response and I immediately stopped all resistance and started moaning in pleasure. Damn that felt so good. As his tongue worked my chest, his hands let my legs go which were now held back by the force of his body. His massive hands began sliding up and down my torso, gently rubbing and massaging me, while surprisingly missing those little spots on my side that are so ticklish it sends me into a frenzy. As if he knew what I was thinking Deacon looked at me, paused, and gave me a smile. I totally melted as he went back to work exploring my body. Deacon continued working my nipples as his hands moved down my arms and slowly pushed my arms back over my head. He then began licking a trail from each nipple, up to my neck and back, and then made his way to my right ear and filled it with his tongue and spit. That made me so horny! I started moving my hips against his dick head, which was still nestled against my hole as my ass began to hunger for more raw dick and my whole body was turned on by Deacon and what he was doing. Deacon then started licking back down my body and focused in on my belly button and then on my sides. He let go of my arms, raised my legs, one in each hand, and licked up and down my leg, stopping to spend some time on each foot before moving back down my leg. I couldn’t believe this. He was making me so fucking horny and I started to murmur, “Please fuck me, please, please breed me Deacon.” Deacon stopped, let my legs drop to the side while keeping his raw dick nestled at my hole which was now soaking wet from his precum. He leaned down over me and pressed me against the padded table with his huge body. As his face got closer I noticed how black his eyes were, how sinister his face looked, there were scars and again his skin and tats seemed to change and shift. I suddenly got scared and my heart raced. Deacon took my head between his hands, covering all but my face. His eyes bore into me as he leaned in and started to kiss me deep, hard, and his long tongue worked its way down into my throat. I gasped and closed my eyes as his lips covered mine and my heart beat faster as I had never been kissed like that. I could feel that kiss through my whole body, amazing! I melted even more, and tried to put my arms around him, but he was so big, could barely get them to the edge of his back. Deacon kissed me for a long time and for such a large man, he was gentle, loving, and so passionate! Deacon pulled away from my mouth and looked at me again. I wanted him more than anything I had ever wanted and asked again, “Please Sir, please fuck me, I will do anything for you, please. It’s like you know everything I like and I want to make you feel good too!” Deacon smiled and his voice shook through me again as he said, “I do know everything you like and more as I have watched you many times. We will discuss all of that later, but for now, what do you want?” “I want you fuck me, please, please!” I begged again as I started trying to push my hole against his raw dick. “Is that what you wish? You want to feel me inside of you? You want to feel me mark you, infect you, breed you? I will give you want you want, but will you give me what I NEED? The COVENANT must be made in pain and blood. Do you sacrifice yourself willingly to me and all that I am?” Deacon asked with a tilt of his head. I did not hesitate as I knew I wanted nothing else but to be his. “Yes, I am your sacrifice, I give myself willingly and completely to you.” Deacon’s eyes became blacker, his tats shifted and danced, his muscles flexed all over his body as he stood back up, sweat glistening his body, and pulled my ass to the edge of the padded table, and lined his dick up to my hole as he said, “You are Dr Mike’s sacrifice to me – and he has sacrificed much.” My breathing sped up as the excitement and fear combined with my need to please Deacon and my horny ass mixed together washed over me. The brutal assault and rape that I expected did not come. I didn’t understand. I lay there feeling his dick, wanting him to breed me. Deacon stepped away from the table and said, “Get on your hands and knees. I know it is easier for you to take it doggy style. Just ease back on it as you will. Take your time. This dick is yours, so no rush. We have many years of fucking to come, and I want you to remember this night well.” Years? What did he mean? Did he live in DC too? Deacon said I could take my time. Wow, really? This huge AIDs-carrying-infected-mother-fucking-beast was putting me in charge? I couldn’t believe it, but my ass ached and needed dick, so I flipped over, scrambled backwards on my hands and knees, pushed my ass up and chest down and reached around to position his dick at my hole. Holy fuck his dick was heavy! It was like a club of meat, thick, hot to touch, and hard as hell and barely fit in my hand. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me and tried pushing my hole onto his dick. Deacon did not move and was true to his word as he let me work it myself and ease onto it like I wanted. While Deacon’s dick head had nestled nicely against my ass, going through my ass ring was another matter. Deacon whispered, “I know, I know, just breathe out, that’s it, let my dick open you up, good boy, oh yes, feel your ass lips push back and out as you feel me slide inside you. Here – let me add some spit - oh yes, nice and wet. Just take your time boy and ease back on my shaft.” I groaned and moaned and was panting hard like a dog left out in the summer’s sun. His dick was massive, and the pain incredible, but the ecstasy was overwhelming as I pushed myself back and impaled my guts on his black dick. I so wished I had some poppers right then, but I didn’t, so could only jerk on my dick and move my ass back and forth, trying to scrape my prostate. Inch by inch I scooted my knees back to give myself the leverage I needed to push my ass up his hard raw dick. “You are my AIDs whore now, take what you want, ride that dick for Deacon,” Deacon growled as he watched his black dick disappear into my pink hole. He held onto my hips with one hand and stroked my back with the other, calming me, reassuring me, as I began to ride him. Deacon’s dick pulsed and throbbed and filled my guts with hot black meat as I pushed back. While it hurt, I just wanted more, I could not control the hunger any more. I started to push back harder, tilting forward and pulling almost all the way off, then dropping back on his dick as hard as I could. HOLY FUCK HIS RAW DICK FELT GOOD! Deacon continued to encourage me, “That’s it boy, take me like you want. Your biohazard ass has been trained well, and I know you are a slut for infected dick. Well, now you have got more dick that you could ever want, so take your time, feel me all the way in there, OH YES – you are taking me all the way in – that’s it – PUSH THAT ASS BACK – STRETCH THAT HOLE!” I relaxed my ass as much as I could and pushed back harder as I wanted him all. The huge dick spreading me open was much thicker at the base than I head realized, and when I felt my ass hit the base I began to shake. Deacon said, “That’s it, you got it all now. Now arch your back, push that ass back, yes, yes.” I was going to cum, so I pushed back as hard as I could, making Deacon’s dick go ever further up my ass. “Please stretch my hole, go deeper, deeper!” I begged and pleaded, “Fuck me hard, please fuck me hard.” Deacon gripped my hips, but did not fuck me hard, he just continued pushing into my ass as he held me firm, my hole continuing to open and I took his entire shaft as he then began small motions with his hips, vibrating his dick. My whole ass began to spasm in response to his dick as my orgasm built. “OH SHIT, MAKE ME CUM, PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!” I asked. I started beating my dick hard as Deacon’s dick continued to shake and jump in my ass, as my orgasm built and started to overwhelm me and I was beyond the point of no return, Deacon suddenly pulled his dick roughly out and started pile driving my hole rough, fast, and deep. My breath caught as I started to cum, my ass trying to clamp down on his dick as he pounded through every hole. I kept shooting more and more cum as my body shook, and my orgasm sent me into ecstasy. I HAD NEVER CUM SO MUCH IN MY LIFE. Even when I was done cumming my orgasm continued and Deacon continued to fuck me. I was whimpering, begging him to stop, so Deacon slowed down, eased off, and finally stopped but still left his hard, pulsing dick in my ass. Deacon let me catch my breath, but it took a while. I felt like collapsing after that. I was exhausted, my legs were shaking, when Deacon shifted me to the side, pulled his dick out of my ass, and bent down. Deacon looked at me and said, “You are mine, all of you, and we will be united in all things, now open your mouth.” He first licked up the small pool of blood and ass juice that had dripped out of my hole and then he licked up the still warm load I had shot on the table. I opened wide as Deacon leaned over my waiting mouth and fed me all he had licked off the table like a bird feeding a hatchling. Once he had filled my mouth he then began kissing me again, working the cum around our mouths with his tongue. I breathed a loud sigh as Deacon pulled away. He gently turned me onto my right side, pushed me towards the far side of the table, then laid up on the padded table behind me. It appeared this table had been meant for him, as I then realized how large it really was and easily accommodated his giant frame. Deacon put his right arm under my neck and let my head nestle into the crook of arm. With his left hand he guided his dick back into my hole and I moaned as he slid back in, then took his left arm and draped it over my chest, pulling me tight against him. I felt so safe, so content, so warm and protected and complete with Deacon’s raw dick filling my ass. Deacon was sweating, and his smell was beyond a masculine musk. It was almost like a wild animal, so intense, and a mix of ripe, sour, just man. Hard to describe, but I closed my eyes, loving feeling his body and smelling this man who had decided to share some hot sex with me. I still did not yet fully understand what was to come. Deacon began nibbling on my left ear and moving his dick gently in and out of my hole. I moaned and pushed my ass back as my body instinctively wanted more. “I gave you what you wanted,” Deacon whispered, “Now, you will give me what I need.” I thought I just had, but said, “OK, anything, anything you need.” Deacon laughed, his chest rumbled, he shook his head side to side, and said, “I am going to impale you and rip you open anytime I wish as I NEED your pain, tears, blood, and anguish.” No, that couldn’t be right I thought. He was so gentle and loving, I would just tell him no. As if he could read my mind, his huge left hand swung up and caught me on the right side of my head and he said, “Never, EVER, will you question me, do you understand? While I have the power and resources to bring you back from any damage I may do to you in my moments of NEED and pleasure, I have the SAME POWER to leave you in an alley like a rat, to bleed and die alone in tremendous pain. Are we clear?” For a man who was truly a giant, Deacon was unbelievably fast as in one swift series of motions he yanked his dick out of my ass making me yell, rolled off the padded table and stood up, reached over and grabbed my left arm around my bicep and lifted me off the table and yanked me towards him. I yelped and said, “OWW, stop, that hurts, what the fuck, I…” Deacon slapped me with his left hand and I shut up as he then put his right arm behind my back as he leaned down, put his left arm behind my knees and scooped me up like fucking rag doll. I instinctively put my left arm up around his neck as he turned and carried me through the open double doors, and down the hall. We got to another set of doors that had two of the guards standing in front of them. I was suddenly embarrassed knowing these guys were seing me naked and being carried like a child, but they remained expressionless as they opened the door and Deacon stepped through and the door was closed behind us. Deacon had taken me into an immense and lavish suite of rooms. It looked like they took up almost the entire floor of the building and I could only look around in awe and amazement at the place and its oversized furnishings, all of which were clearly custom made for him. I turned my head as we entered a hallway and then a large bedroom. The bed was about four times the size of a normal king size bed, and Deacon tossed me onto it like a sack of potatoes. My teeth jarred and I shook my head to get my bearings as I felt Deacon grab both ankles and pull me back to the edge. He flipped me onto my back, leaned down over me so all I could see were his black, eternal eyes, as Deacon growled, “You are my blood sacrifice. Now you will give me what I NEED YOU AIDS WHORE!!!!” Stay Tuned for Chapter 4 – The Prince du Sang Reveals My Future

Chapter 2 of Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles: Dr Mike and His AIDs Lords **Chapter 2 is longer than most chapters, but this is necessary as this chapter explains why Dr Mike does what he does and follows the experiences that must happen to the main character in order for the next Chapter to occur. To help break it up a little, Chapter 2 is written in 4 parts, all posted below. Enjoy!** Part 1 – Final Days in DC Part 2 – Welcome to COVENANT Part 3 – IML Gangbang Part 4 – Command Performance Fuck – Is Deacon Watching? The last four weeks before our trip to Chicago had gone by in a total blur. Dr Mike continued to increase my treatment regimen with the special training and for the first time in my life there were moments when I just did not want any more dick or cum. I know, totally crazy and could not believe the thought even entered my mind. The one part that made it all worthwhile was that Dr Mike fucked me almost every day, especially if he was having me SIRE another patient. I did not really pay attention to them as who they were and what happened to them was Dr Mike’s universe. I just wanted Dr Mike’s cum and would do anything to get it. Dr Mike called me into his office and once I had kneeled he said, “Tonight I leave for Chicago. I need to go early to make sure everything is arranged and prepared and to have a few meetings.” Dr Mike continued to pack some files into his briefcase as he continued, “You need to go home and pack a bag once you leave here. I need to know that you are safe and being watched and so you will be spending the next few days at Charles’ house with him and Roger.” I started to object, but he went on. “NO, no. I have my reasons for this and that is all that you need to know. We’re clear?” Dr Mike finished packing his files and left the office and I suddenly felt lost as I had grown used to seeing him every day and already missed him. I planned to take the Metro home, but when I came out to the waiting room Roger was sitting there, smoking, with a shit-eating grin on his grimey face. “Well, well, well. Looks like the little prince is being kicked out his castle,” Roger laughed. “Come on, the truck’s out back, Sir Charles has ordered me not to let you out of my sight. We know what a slut hole you are and fuck knows what sort of trouble you will get into if we don’t watch you.” I enjoyed sex with Charles and Roger, but Roger was always a bit of a prick and sometimes his attitude just irked me and today was one of those days. That was OK, I knew just how to get Roger worked up and said, “Well too bad they did not send a real man to take care of me who actually knows how to fuck.” Roger growled, cuffed my head and pushed me out the door and when we got to his dirty old pick up and hopped in, I made it up to him though by rubbing on his dick and telling him how much I loved his AIDs cum in my wet hole. That made him hard and smile and he leered at me like I was the last lamb at the slaughter. We hit my apartment and then headed to his house. Charles did not appear to be home and I expected Roger would try to fuck me as he got naked and sprang a boner the minute we got into the house, but he didn’t, so I hung out waiting for dinner. This was my first time really seeing the rest of their house as all my other times there had been spent in the dungeon in the basement in total debauchery and sex. It was a larger than normal DC townhouse, three floors, with some great old architectural features with modern updates. During dinner Roger was still naked, and Charles was dressed in a dirty white t-shirt and greased up jeans and his big, black leather boots. I asked Charles about Dr Mike and about Chicago, why we were going, what IML was like, and more. Charles just shook his head and said, “Boy you just full of questions ain’t you. Just shut up.” After dinner Charles went into the living room, turned on the TV, stripped except for his boots, sat in a big chair and lit up a cigar. I’ve never quite liked the smell, but there was something just sexy as fuck about seeing this horse dicked man smoking. Damn my dick got hard and started drooling as my ass got wet. Roger sprawled out naked on the couch and Charles had me kneel between his legs and nurse on his dick while he smoked his cigar and watched TV. I paused, looked up at Charles and asked him if he knew what Deacon was, or who Deacon was. Charles hesitated, looked down at me, shook his head, blew out a thick cloud of smoke. What was that look? Fear? Respect? He then pushed my face back down onto his dick and instead of a hot load of cum, he started filling my throat with his piss as he causally continued to puff on his cigar. I went to sleep that night full of their cum and piss and was woken up during the night to drain Charles’ dick of piss again so he would not have to get up. He woke up early and I guess went to work, although I never really knew – or cared I guess – what he did. I stayed in bed with Roger, took care of his morning wood, and then spent the day with him doing errands around the city. Roger was not so bad after all, and I did enjoy teasing him and almost had him talked into watching me get fucked in a park, but he said Charles would beat the fuck out of him, so I let it go. The next few days at their house was basically the same and they fucked me raw and kept my hole loaded with their toxic cum. The morning finally came when we were to fly to Chicago. Charles and Roger both fucked me and both gave me a load and said I better keep it up there as they would fuck me again before we got to Chicago. I was hoping they would fuck me in the limo as I had never done that before, but they didn’t. At the airport we looked like a weird group checking in as I was dressed in one of my new suits per Dr Mike’s order and they were both in dirty denim and leather smelling of sweat, cigarettes, piss, and liquor and neither one of them had showered in days. The only part of their bodies that I knew was clean was their dicks as I had licked them both clean before leaving the house. After we checked our bags, there was a notice the flight was going to be delayed. Roger said something to Charles who left us at the newsstand and when he came back said, “Come on. I need to piss.” He really liked me drinking his piss for some reason, so I assumed that was what he wanted and was worried about getting my new suit messed up. Roger saw the look of concern on my face, laughed and cuffed me on the head as we followed after Charles. We took the stairs down to the baggage claim area and turned right. At the far side were the restrooms and outside the MEN’s there was a Latin guy mopping the floor and a big OUT OF ORDER sign in front of the door. He nodded as Charles walked past him and we followed. The bathroom looked fine to me, but then I clued in when Charles barked, “STRIP!” I tried to lay my suit carefully onto the sink counter and as I got undressed Roger walked back out the door and then the Latin guy came in rubbing his dick through his blue overalls. He slowly unzipped his overalls and was totally naked underneath, pretty hairy, with a nice long fat uncut dick. Charles was leaning back against the tiled wall, lit a cigarette, smiled and said, “Show him your hole.” So I bent over, spread my hole and felt his hot Latin dick push into me dry except for the cum leaking out that Charles and Roger had given me earlier. The Latin guy’s dick head poked through his foreskin, touched my pink hole, which was hot and hungry, and soon he was working the loads back up into my ass. In mid-fuck I heard Roger say, “No, ya’ll can’t go in there – they’re cleaning, some kid got really sick all over the floor, like bloody puke and shit and stuff – so there’s another restroom just down that way past the rental car sign.” The Latin guy was almost humming as he fucked and I felt him twitch and shoot and drops of pearly white cum started dripping out of my hole and onto the bathroom floor. He kept going, and after a while gave me load number two. He pulled out of my ass, zipped up his overalls, his wet dick head making a small stain on the left thigh, and Charles asked, “Can you keep folks out a bit longer? Here’s another $50.” “Si, no problem for you Sir. Don’t worry,” the guy said and left. Roger came in, unzipped, slammed his raw dick up my hole, fucked just a little bit, then pulled out stepped into a stall, sat down and said, “Come here.” So I went into the stall, pushed Roger’s pants that were around his boots back against the toilet and straddled him and sat down on his dick and braced myself against the stall wall and started riding. FUCK HIS RAW DICK FELT GOOD UP MY ASS! Roger was moaning, “Damn such a juicy ass, God damn I love that hole!” Charles put out his cigarette in the sink, stepped into the stall, unzipped, and shoved his dick down my throat, “Yeah boy, we gonna load you at both ends aren’t we Son, keep that hole used, now gag on my dick boy, gag on it!!” I was soon rewarded with cum down my throat and another load up my ass. I cleaned them both off and smiled at the Latin guy as we left. I hoped I would see him again. Part 2 – Welcome to COVENANT I expected to get fucked again on the plane as I had never done that either but that did not happen, so had to make due with the cum from the airport bathroom. Upon landing in Chicago at O’Hare, we were met in baggage claim by a driver who took our bags to a waiting limo. I decided to be a cock tease and knelt between Roger’s legs and started rubbing on his dick and whimpering that my ass needed to be fucked as I was determined to experience sex in a limo. Roger growled, pushed me back, pulled his pants down and was on me and fucking like a rat dog as my face was buried in the seat. Charles was reading something and paying us no mind until I begged him for his cum too and he pushed my legs back pinning me to the seat and rammed me raw with his horse dick. Doggy style was easier for me to take and having my legs pinned back like that always hurt, but he did not care and I got what I asked for. The limo slowed and I heard a large gate open. I lowered the window and saw we were entering a large parking lot in front of a five story red brick building. The building looked like an old factory, but had an eight-story tower in the center, white trim, and looked like it had been converted and refurbished. The limo drove around the side to the back and another gate opened and we drove down a ramp into an underground garage as the gate closed behind us and then the garage door came down. Once the limo stopped, the right side door was opened by a young boy who looked about 19 or 20. He was naked except for a leather harness and leather jock strap and boots and he kept his eyes cast down to the floor. Standing a few feet to the right was a tall, slightly older man in an English butler’s suit who said, “Welcome to COVENANT Masters. I am at your service as are they,” as he indicated the boy in the harness. “They are not allowed to speak, and myself and my counterparts are here as well to help ensure your stay is everything required. Please follow me and let me show you to your suites.” COVENANT? What was COVENANT? Was this a hotel or something? I followed Charles with Roger as we walked to a large elevator trailed by the boy in the harness. When the elevator doors opened I was surprised to see a totally modern and luxurious looking elevator. As the doors closed our butler said, “At COVENANT our staff are available for ALL of your needs at all times. Just press the button in your suite and your personal butler or boy servant will be at your door within moments to assist you. This is your private elevator, here are your keys, and please note that access to any other area of COVENANT is by invitation only and you will be escorted at all times.” The first suite he took us too was large and lavish and as we walked in we were met by Dr Mike. God how good it was to see him! My heart raced and I wanted to get closer to him, to smell him, to feel him, but he looked very serious. Charles went over to Dr Mike and Roger plopped down on a big couch. Dr Mike held up his hand, “No, please, you both go with the butler for now who will show you to your suite. Now, see that I am not disturbed.” I turned to leave too and Dr Mike, said, “No, you stay.” He pointed, I kneeled in front of him, he let out a big sigh and said, “I am so proud and this week will be a culmination of a great many things. A great many things and we have much to discuss you and I, but first, let me smell that hole of yours because I know those two – and you - and I bet they fucked you on the way from the airport.” When I said yes he laughed, I dropped my pants, and Dr Mike started lapping at my hole. Dr Mike pushed me into one of the big stuffed chairs. I pushed my ass out as he ate it and once slicked with his spit his dick slid right in. Dr Mike did not have the biggest dick, but I liked his dick the best and begged him for his AIDs cum. “Kill me doctor – kill me with your AIDS cum” Dr Mike growled, pulled me off the chair, pushed me towards one of the walls. I leaned forward, placed my hands high on the wall and spread em like I was being frisked. Dr Mike lifted my left leg up and held it up, which opened my hole wide and he slammed in. “Poz fuck me doctor – PLEASE FUCK ME UP – use me – use me and give me your AIDS!” he unloaded, I licked him clean. “Now,” Dr Mike said, “There are some things that you need to know. First, those two will not be touching you again until it is their time. Charles and Roger have done their part for the moment and will be under strict orders NOT to use you. But, they will always be with you. I know you have a hungry hole that needs lots of attention, and you will get it, but they will be there to make sure you do not stray off the path I have planned out. They will be your chaperones and you are to obey them in all else, understand?” I shook my head yes and asked, “So when do we go to International Mr. Leather, I mean IML? That is why we are here right?” Dr. Mike shook his head and said in a slightly aggravated tone, “No, Charles and Roger will be attending IML as they wish, but not you. Now, back to what I was saying, tonight you will have dinner with them, then I will have you escorted to me. When you return, you will begin drinking a prep I have waiting for you. This will clean you out, completely and totally, and you will drink this each night that we are here. Do as you wish for the next few hours as I have other things to attend to and Charles will expect you at 6:00.” Dr Mike left, I showered and took a quick nap and was escorted to Charles’ suite by one of the harnessed boys at 5:45. Given Dr Mike’s new order that they couldn’t touch me, I was more of a cock tease and Charles and Roger were both chafing at the new restriction, which made Charles snarl and Roger glare and tell me he was going to make my ass pay – oh I hoped so. Back in my room I rang the buzzer, one of the boys appeared, and could not tell if he was the same one who came before or not as they all seem to have the same look and build. I asked for a few cold beers to be brought up and before he left I grabbed his hand and whispered, “Hey, do you know anything about Deacon?” At the sound of that name the boy shook and ran like a fucking rabbit from a hunting dog. OK, fuck – well this clearly was not working. A different boy came back with the beers and I asked him for a quick tour of the place. He shook his head, stepped out into the hall and one of the suited butlers appeared and so I asked him. He told me he would return in a few moments and when he came back he had Roger with him, who looked none too happy. The butler then took us on a tour of COVENANT and I was amazed at how large the building was. There was an indoor pool, a large gym, a lavish old-world style library, several small living room type areas, media rooms, large common areas and living rooms, fully tricked out office suites and more. I thought this was a hotel of some sort but did not see anyone else in the hallways except other servants going to and fro. A few times I noticed a large set of elevators at one end of the building that always had two large men dressed in black standing guard in front of them. Any questions I asked about them was deflected with some statement about the historical nature of the building we were in. Roger grumbled and complained the whole time, chain smoking like a demon and took the opportunity to smack my head a few times when I tried to cock tease him. I was returned to my suite and noticed my beers were gone and had been replaced by a bottle of Jack Daniels. Shit I hated that crap, but it did give me a quick buzz, so I had a couple shots, and waited. Soon there was a knock and one of the butlers motioned for me to follow and I was escorted to a large room with a floor to ceiling window that overlooked a large sex play area that contained various beds, padded areas, benches, tables with whips and chains and toys and more, walls with St Andrew’s crosses, slings, and more that I could not see. It was a palace of pleasure and torture, or both I guess depending on one’s view. Dr Mike was waiting with a drink in hand and had me sit in one of several large chairs that were raised up, like in a private skybox in a basketball arena, allowing one a better view of the area below and what ever activities may go on there. Dr Mike sat beside me, and when I went to ask a question he just looked at me, so I stopped and waited. Just sitting beside Dr Mike like that was a torture in itself. His smell intoxicated me, the sound of his breathing, the heat I could feel from his body. I wanted nothing more than to bend over and have him fuck me as I felt so complete knowing I was his. My longings were interrupted as a door opened at the end of the room to the right, a tall man in a suit walked in, and behind him came another man in suit, but this one was blindfolded and was being escorted by one of the young boys in the leather harnesses. The tall man walked to just off our left and stood, while the blindfolded guy kneeled beside him. They were followed by a short man in leather, and the blindfolded guy with him looked almost like the harnessed boy escorting him. Next came the twins, well that’s what they looked like. Both were young, huge and buff, corn fed for sure. Then came the thugs, hard to tell their age for sure, guessed mid-30s, very very rough looking. And finally came two guys in an armed service uniform. The one in the lead walked with a limp and the one following was older, both were clean cut. Was this a reunion of the Village People or what? Below us was arranged a semi circle of men from what appeared to be various walks of life and lifestyles and they just stood there, and waited. “This is what COVENANT represents,” Dr Mike said as he swept his hand in an arc indicating the men below us. “These men – like you – serve me and the COVENANT. We share a certain philosophy, creed, and serve a higher cause – to infect, breed, and create the perfect AIDs vessel.” As Dr Mike said those last words he looked at me and his eyes showed pride, glowing pride and I felt, no I knew that he meant me. That somehow, unlike the men below, I was different. I was special. “Over the course of the past few years, each of these men – under my guidance and direction - has been perfected in their progeny an ultimate level of infection. A death emporium of AIDs, syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes, HEP, and more. They have done to theirs, as I have done to you. Those kneeling have served their AIDs Lords as you have served me.” Again Dr Mike turned to look at me, and this time along with the pride I saw something else, a caring? A sadness? Dr Mike continued, “These men of COVENANT, these AIDs masters and Lords, are all from different parts of the country, and each in their own way hold positions of power and influence. This was a planned, calculated, and a strategic decision to ensure that we not only identified and harvested the most virulent and deadly AIDs strains we could find, but that in the course of our work we began creating spheres of infection. These spheres, or base areas, were our harvest zone and our breeding grounds as we each worked to perfect our deadly AIDs fuckers.” As Dr Mike continued to explain I looked from each AIDs Lord below and his progeny, to the next. I thought I was special, but guess I was not so special after all if what Dr Mike said was true. Each of those guys kneeling was just like me. They were just cum whores for their masters to use and fill and infect – just like me. Dr Mike had stopped speaking and was looking at me, I pulled it together and he continued. “Each lord or master perfected their own delivery systems for ensuring their progeny contained apex infections in their sphere. One prefers direct blood to blood infection and shit pack fucking for his more extreme transfers, another prefers chemmed sex, while another focuses on the extreme ill and dying patients at hospices and in hospitals. In addition, every master has been exposed to what every slave carries and vice-versa as our work cannot be lost and our achievements in an area must be maintained even if the primary progeny is lost. But no matter, all that they on their own have achieved has then been shared back to the group as a whole. I have tracked medically the progress each has made and each has been rated on level of infection.” My mind was racing now as I recalled my own journey here to COVENANT and all of the dick and infected cum I had taken to serve Dr Mike. “Come with me,” Dr Mike said. He got up and I followed him out of the skybox. One of the suited butlers was waiting for us and led us down the hall to the left, around a corner, and down a set of stairs. We then entered the large playroom through the same door the men had come through before. As we started to walk across the room I looked up to where we had been sitting and saw that what I thought was a floor to ceiling window in the skybox was actually a two-way mirror as you could not see in and it just looked like a regular mirror. I scanned the room and noticed five other large mirrors, three more on the wall where we had sat, and one on each end. When we reached the area where the men had all been standing, I realized that only the masters were left. Their AIDs progeny and the leather harnessed boys were gone. Dr Mike went and stood in front of the five men and as I went to kneel on the floor by his right leg he grabbed my arm, shook his head no, and had me stand beside him. “Tonight my AIDs brothers, we gather here to begin to take our cause and mission to the next level. COVENANT has united us, guided us, focused our work, and this week that work will continue, but it is a work which I know you will all enjoy and relish.” At this all five of the masters laughed loudly and heartily in agreement. In silent procession six of the leather harnessed boys appeared with trays, each with a glass of some sort of drink. They each walked to a designated master, who took their glass. Dr Mike took his, and handed me the second glass on his tray and said, “Drink, all, NOW!” He sort of startled me, so I slammed the drink. Damn I hate that Jack Daniel’s shit! But this one tasted funny, or maybe it was just because I was nervous. I set the empty glass on the tray as Dr Mike stepped up to the other masters, they all raised their glasses, clinked them as a cheer, and drank them and set their empty glasses on their trays and the harnessed boys left. Dr Mike stepped back, wrapped his right arm around me, looked at me and said as he motioned with his left arm at the other masters, “They are here for you. They, and their AIDs progeny, are one of the two reasons we are here.” I did not understand and my heart was starting to thump harder in my chest, but Dr Mike clarified as he said, “I am proud to stand before my brothers in the cause and say that you – my progeny - is now the most virulent, deadly, and infected AIDs vessel in COVENANT among our chosen. Your viral load and your mix of strains and mutations are more than we had hoped to achieve in such a short time. As such, you will be honored this week. You will be milked, drained, filled and infected even more. You will be used, abused, and dedicated to their pleasure. You will taste their cum, piss, spit, and more. You will be exalted for the death you carry, celebrated for the infection you bring, and by the end of the week you WILL MAKE COVENANT ANEW!!!!!” Dr Mike then stepped back, turned and walked towards the door we had entered. I started to follow him and was stopped by the tall man in the suit who laughed and said, “And where do you think you are going? Now strip.” I was like a farm animal that first night as I was chained, fed, milked, rode, raped and bred by the five AIDs Lords. They were all well hung, and intent on using me and tearing me up inside. Each one used his fingers to dig at my guts to ensure I bled for him and the others. One of them, I suspect the master who had been in leather, had a huge Prince Albert dick piercing, bigger than even Charles’, which hurt like a mother fucker. They filled my ass and throat with their AIDs juice, and covered me in their piss and spit. Once they were satisfied, they left and then I was alone in the middle of the room, their cum running down my legs mixed with my blood. I was sore and aching, stood up, got dressed and as I approached the door we had entered one of the suited butlers appeared and escorted me back to my suite. He asked if he could be of any additional service and so I asked him to bring me a couple of sandwiches. Once he left I went to my bedroom, I got undressed and saw a paper laying on the bed. It was a set of instructions from Dr Mike, an agenda for the next day. I was to meet Charles and Roger for breakfast, then workout with my trainer or other specialist, then lunch, then I was assigned to one of the AIDs masters and his boy for the rest of the day ‘for their service.’ It was like the fucking daily activity agenda on a cruise ship! I shook my head and sighed and then a hand clamped over my mouth as three fingers were roughly shoved up my ass. “You were such a good slut for me today,” Dr Mike whispered into my ear as he dug his fingers into my ass clawing at my bloody and cum filled guts. “You have no idea how excited it made to sit up there and watch you. To see you serve, not just physically, but with your whole being. I knew you served me well, and oh I knew you pleased me physically, but I also realize how you have totally surrendered your innermost being to me haven’t you? Hmmm? Yes, you have.” With that Dr Mike withdrew his fingers and slammed his dick into me, shoving me facedown on the bed and telling me how much he enjoyed knowing that every time he fucked me, he was killing me a little more. Dr Mike made not pretense of being a healer with me. When he finished breeding me, Dr Mike had me kneel on the floor and lick him clean, then I opened my mouth as he stood over me and filled my throat and guts with his piss. The sweet nectar, so hot and rank! When he was done he leaned down, lifted me up and kissed me hard, long, and deep and I shot my own load of cum without even touching myself, which coated our bodies as he continued to kiss me and envelop me with his himself. Dr Mike then licked me clean and hugged me tight, holding me as if I was trying to run away or that he would never see me again. This was so unlike Dr Mike in that he usually used me and sent me on my way or he left. But not that night, that night Dr Mike stayed with me. We ate, we took a long bath together and after we dried off Dr Mike took out a large jar from a drawer and told me to bend over. It looked like Vaseline, but he never fucked me with lube, so I was not sure what was going on, as he worked a large gob of it up into my hole. My ass got warm and the warmth spread out into my body. OOOHHHH that felt good! “This will allow you to be ready for anything that the masters do to you this week and each night you will not bathe, but will use this which will lock in the cum and their gifts to you to give them time to take.” Dr Mike said as he finished up, washed his hand off, and then, silently and without a word, he took my hand, led me to the large bed, and I went to sleep curled up in Dr Mike’s arms with his dick buried in my ass. When I woke up in the morning, Dr Mike was gone, and I was a little hurt, but then remembered our evening together and the night in his arms and it made me smile. I cleaned up and met Charles and Roger for breakfast in their suite next door. The minute I walked in Roger pushed me against the wall and tried getting at my ass as he was naked as usual and his dick was sticking out like a water dousing rod, but Charles spoke up and said, “Son, cut that the FUCK OUT! No sense getting yourself all worked up over something you can’t have right now. You hear me? We are under orders, you understand, now let him the fuck go!” Roger growled and cuffed me up the side of the head. As he walked away I said, “Hey ROGER!” and yanked my shorts down and wiggled my ass at him. “You fucking little…..grrrrr,” Roger said and stomped off to another room. Charles laughed, shook his head, took a long drag on his cigarette and said, “That ain’t right now either you know.” During breakfast Charles and Roger peppered me with questions about what had happened the day before. While Dr Mike had not explicitly said not to tell them, I assumed if he had wanted them to know he would have told them, so I didn’t say anything, which along with some additional cock teasing left them both in a foul mood but delighted me to no end. I enjoyed having the power for once! The next five days were all very similar. I would meet Roger and Charles for breakfast and would tease Roger by showing him my ass, rubbing against him, anything to get him worked up and frustrated. I also asked them questions about what they were doing and IML and on both fronts neither one of them would say much so breakfast was totally boring. I would then go back to my suite, work with one of the specialists training me in some skill, or with my trainer, or something. Have lunch, maybe a little time to chill, and then I would be escorted to one of the AIDs Lords and his progeny. My time with them was all about sex. While some of them wanted to chat a little and have ‘a date’ first, we all knew why I was there, and why they were there and that was to create a whirlpool of infection. The sex with each AIDs master and his boy varied from very vanilla sucking and fucking with raw breeding in the missionary position as the wildest part, to hardcore and extreme bondage and sado/masochism. What all of my sessions with these guys shared was my giving my charged, infected cum to both the master and his progeny and in turn, they both gave me theirs up my bloody ass. I would be escorted back to my room, where Dr Mike was waiting for me. I could not believe it when he was there the next night and so hoped he would stay again like he had before. And he did. Dr Mike held me tight after breeding me, he would then coat my insides with his concoction from the jar, we would eat, relax, then I would fall asleep in his arms only to find him gone when I woke up the next morning. On the night I had seen the last master and his boy, there was no agenda for the next day waiting for me when I got back to the room, just Dr Mike. When I asked him what happened on the 7th day, he smiled a sort of sad, knowing smile, and said, “Oh, tomorrow – tomorrow is a VERY special day. You will meet Charles and Roger as usual and then you will spend the day with them and I think they have a very special treat planned for you. But for now, you know what I want, what I NEED – PUT YOUR LEGS UP!” I laid back onto the bed, lifted my legs, giving Dr Mike my pink hole and begged him to breed me and mark me as his again. That night was different as Dr Mike fucked me most of the night and kept hugging me like I was a puppy trying to run away. Each fuck seemed more frantic, or desperate than the last, but I loved it as he used me and left me feeling so good. Again though, when I finally awoke in the morning he was gone, however, this morning there was a small silver tray on the table by the bed with a note. The paper was thick, with an embossed biohazard sign at the top and the word COVENANT set into the watermark. The note said: “Good morning, Enjoy your day, I am SO proud of you, and I WILL be with you always. Dr. Mike Ok, that was strange, but very sweet. I had never had what I guess one would call romantic feelings for Dr Mike. The thought of a relationship with him, or any of the others, never entered my mind. Was he trying to tell me something? Did he want something more? Well I would ask him later when I saw him. It was time to get up and get ready for whatever Charles and Roger may have up their nasty sleeves. Knowing those two AIDs fuckers it meant some nasty play. I went to their suite and as usual Roger let me in. I did my usual cock tease routine, rubbing my hand against his crotch as I walked past him, but this morning he slammed the door, slammed me to the carpeted floor and started trying to pull my pants down. I started fighting back and said, “GET THE FUCK OFF ME! Dr Mike said you can’t touch me!” Roger laughed, growled, spit on my face and pushed my face into the carpet with his right hand as his left hand ripped my underwear off me, “Not any more you fucking little cock tease! Bitch boy! You been teasing me all God damn fucking week! Open up that hole!” With that he spit on me again, slapped my head hard and rammed his dick into my dry hole. I grunted from the force of his body dropping onto mine as his body held me flat and his hands frantically worked to spread my cheeks and clear the way for his dick. His cock head found its target and split me dry as he shoved into me and started pumping and breathing heavy into my ear, mumbling what an asshole I was. I saw a large pair of black leather boots step in front of my face and heard Charles say, “Well, well, well, look at this, looks like the fun has started without me.” His boot flashed by my face as he kicked at Roger, who grunted and Charles said, “GET THE FUCK UP SON! You ain’t no farm animal, now drag his sorry hole in here. We need to have ourselves a little chat.” Roger rolled off me swearing, his dick wet with a little of my blood and ass juice, and he half dragged me into the living room as I struggled to get my pants up. Charles was sitting in a chair, smoking a cigar, no pants on, just his boots and his hard angry dick pulsing red, dripping with his gonorrhea jizz and twitching as he inhaled and exhaled a cloud of smoke. Roger pushed me to Charles’ feet and I kneeled and looked up at him. “Today,” Charles said, inhaling again and blowing the smoke into my face as he exhaled, “You WILL remember. We got a little pent up energy to work off this morning as you can see. Ain’t fucked nothing all week since we have had to be your fucking baby sitters. First I want to see you coat that pretty tongue of yours with my gonno slime, that’s it, lick it good, love seeing that green on those lips. FUCK! Hold his arms son, time to choke the fag!” With that Charles stood up, set his cigar in and ashtray, grabbed my head between his huge, rough hands, angled his dick down into my throat and proceeded to choke fuck me on his cock. I gagged, spit ran to the floor as he pummeled my throat and fed me a hot load of cum while Roger held my arms back. When Charles finished he pulled out he sighed and said, “Go ahead son, finish up what you started.” Roger pushed me back onto the carpet, mounted me, and fucked a load up my ass. Once he shot he just kept working it around, sighing, “Damn, I missed that hole. You know how to milk me just the way I like and there ain’t nothing better than when you try to fight back. I know you don’t mean nothing by it, your hole don’t lie as it keeps begging me in for a visit.” Roger gave me load number two about 10 minutes later. Once he was finally done, he got off me and left me laying where I was with the taste of Charles’ rank infected dick coating my mouth and Roger’s cum gurgling around in my ass. I had not even had breakfast yet! Did not look like I was going to get it either. As I approached the table, Charles was coming out of the hallway to their bedrooms and was just finishing putting on a leather glove onto his left hand. HOLY FUCK HE WAS HOT! My dick sprang to life as I almost started drooling seeing him walking towards me totally naked in just his leather boots, and now a pair of leather gloves. Charles walked around the table, stopped, and I stopped in front of him. I looked up into his dark and twisted eyes and SLAM! His right hand just slapped the fuck out me. I shook my head and SLAM! His left hand joined his right. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! I was starting to see stars and steadied myself against the table. Charles did not say a word and just sneered at me. The next time I met his eyes he then spit on my face, grabbed my head between his gloved hands, leaned in and licked his spit off my face. Tonguing my eyes, nose, and then mouth pushing his spit into my throat and tasting the infected jizz he had left me earlier. Charles pulled away slightly and said in barely a whisper, “I wish I could see Deacon rape you.” I started to ask him who the fuck Deacon was when SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! Charles leaned back down, licked my ear and whispered, “I will miss abusing you boy, but today you are mine, and I want that hole bloody!” With that Charles pushed me onto the table so I was laying on it with my chest, while standing, ass out for him. He now started slapping my ass with his gloved hands. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! Turning my cheeks red, making them burn as the black leather tried to meld with my white skin. Charles then shoved three fingers of his right hand into my hole, digging at my guts, trying to make me bleed. He succeeded, as the hot warmth started to coat my hole. I was pulled up, pushed onto my back on the table. Charles grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide as he lined his dick up to my hole. When I felt the head nestled at my hole he stopped, looked at me, smiled, spit on me a few times and said, “Tell me, tell me what you need boy. TELL DADDY WHAT YOU NEED!” “Breed your boy Daddy,” I said. “Breed your boy Daddy, RAPE ME DADDY, PLEASE RAPE ME DADDY,” I screamed. Charles growled, let go of my ankles and grabbed me around the thighs and slammed his dick balls deep ripping my ass open as he did. I had been fucked a lot that week, but Dr Mike’s concoction worked wonders and my ass felt tight and unused, so his violent thrust made me gasp. Charles loved it, growled deep, and started slam fucking. “Yeah boy, tearing up that hole, good boy bleeding for his Daddy, taking his Daddy’s dick, showing his Daddy what a fucking slut he has been for AIDs dick! Oh God I have not seen you bleed so much on my dick since I first raped you!” Charles was now slamming my hole deep and hard and as he did, his gloved hands came up, wrapped around my throat and he started to squeeze. Tighter and tighter, then he eased off, all the while keeping a steady pace on my ass. I begged him to choke me, and this time his hands clamped hard and I started gasping for breath as he pummeled my hole. I grabbed his forearms and loved feeling the flex of his muscles as he squeezed, the control, the power, the look in the fucker’s eyes of ecstasy. I gasped, “Please Sir,” and Charles tightened his vise grip making me see black as he said, “HOLY SHIT YOU FUCKER – TAKE MY CUM – TAKE YOUR DADDY’S CUM, TAKE YOUR DADDY.” Charles had made me pass out, and when I started to come to his hands were still around my throat and he had collapsed on top of me, breathing hard as my ass muscles involuntarily milked every last drop from his dick. Charles then cuffed my head slightly, covered my mouth with his and kissed me, long, deep, and hard. He stopped, pulled out of me, and left me on the table. I lay there a while trying to focus and breathe and eased off the table and went and sat down in the living room. I wondered where Roger had gotten off to and then realized I was pretty hungry. I went back to the dining room, noticed a the big wet stain of cum, blood, and ass juice on the table from our fuck. I grabbed a couple muffins and some juice off the sideboard and sat down to eat. I finished up, went to find my clothes and laid down on the couch to wait for what was next. The fuck from Charles was hot as hell, but again, who is Deacon? Why was everyone starting to act so funny? PART 3 – IML Gangbang I guess I fell asleep and must have been out for a couple hours. Roger woke me, I used the bathroom and looked at the cum and blood floating in the water as a reminder of their gifts that morning. When I came out Roger set his cigarette down, handed me a glass of Jack Daniels, and said, “Time to get drunk,” as he downed his drink. I joined him and soon was feeling a great buzz. Charles came into the room dressed in full leather gear – leather pants, an open vest, hat, arm bands, and his gloves. He walked over, stuck his gloved fingers in my mouth and said, “Today is the last day of IML. So get up, time to go have some more fun.” Yeah! I would get to see what IML was all about. So I got up and started to follow Charles and Roger out of the suite. Charles stopped me at the door, “Strip.” What? I was not going someplace naked. SLAM! “Strip,” Charles said again as he slapped me. OK OK I got the message, stripped and when he opened the door we were met by one of the butlers who escorted us through COVENANT. I was afraid we would run into someone, but then had not seen anyone before in the hallways and said fuck it, so what. We were escorted to the garage and a waiting limo. We got in and Roger handed me a big drink and told me to slam it. So I did. I figured they wanted to fuck me again, but they didn’t and I was sort of disappointed. I then started to worry about what I was going to wear, but the heavy buzz from the Jack was kicking in and I decided to enjoy it. The limo slowed, entered and alley and stopped. The door opened, Charles got out and Roger pushed me out to follow, with him holding my left arm in case I tried to run I guess. Where would I go naked? We entered a door in the back of a building where Charles was talking to someone in a dark hallway. The door closed and we followed Charles and the other guy down a hall and into a dark room to the left where I could hear the thump thump of music coming through the walls and figured we were in a club of some sort. “Get him ready,” Charles said and left with the guy. Roger found a switch on the wall, turned it on and then I noticed a large sling in the room and several folding chairs scattered around the room. Roger set a small duffel bag down, unzipped it, pulled out a blindfold and said, “Come here.” So I stepped over, he blindfolded me, then grabbed my arm and guided me across the room until I felt the cold chains of the sling against my bicep. Roger then helped me up into the sling, and just like the first time he and Charles fucked me in their dungeon, he placed each ankle and each wrist in a leather cuff so that I was trussed up, ass out and waiting. Roger said, “Here, open your mouth.” I was not sure what to expect but he put the bottle of Jack to my lips and tilted it as I took several long, big gulps until I started to cough and choke. Roger laughed. I heard Roger set the glass bottle onto the concrete floor, then felt his face against my hole as he started to eat me out. Roger always loved eating my ass and working his tongue into my hole. I started to moan, which made his tongue work deeper and harder. I begged him, “Please fuck me man, you know I love that nasty horse dick of yours up my ass, please fuck me.” Roger pulled away from my ass, I heard a zipper unzip, and Roger sigh as he eased his dripping dick into my ass and began to work my hole. God that was so good. I moaned again as Roger fucked me. I was laying there enjoy Roger’s raw dick in my wet hole when I heard voices and Charles came back. “Son, you know that dick of yours is going to fall off someday as much as you use that thing,” he said laughing. Roger did not stop fucking and Charles came over, ran his leather gloved hands over my body, leaned down and whispered, “Welcome to IML boy. I just got done passing the word that we got a nice raw hole here for all takers – and I mean ALL takers. There are only three rules. No fisting, NO CONDOMS ALLOWED, and fuck and nutt and move on, no lingering. Your raw boy hole is going to get fucked by more dick than you have ever had. I know you will make me proud and I will check back in on you later. Don’t worry, Roger will stay with you to enforce the rules and to make sure your hole stays bloody so that you can get whatever infection may be wandering around out there.” With that Charles left, Roger unloaded in my ass, pulled out, and soon a strange dick was fucking me. A couple guys fucked me, both unloaded pretty quick and of course I had no idea who they were or what they looked like due to the blindfold. Roger asked me if I wanted some more to drink, so I took a couple gulps, laid back and waited while he pulled one of the folding chairs off to my right. I did not have to wait long as from the sound of it, several guys came into the room at once, all friends it seemed, who egged each other on as they took turns fucking me. A couple of them took advantage of me laying there to piss on me and Roger didn’t stop them. I could feel the cum running out of me as my hole was open and load after load was being added. Roger would claw at my guts and get them bloody every few guys to ensure I had the greatest chance of receiving – and giving – AIDs and other infections. Only one guy who came in tried to use a condom, but as soon as Roger told him no, he said OK and started fucking me raw. No one asked about my status and I was surprised at how many guys said shit like, “Take my poz load.” Maybe they got off thinking I was negative and they would convert me. With any luck I was converting some of them! Several of them tried to fist me, but Roger stopped them and learned he could not trust even the ones who said they just wanted to finger my hole a little. The room reeked of piss as some of the guys would piss on me and try to fill my mouth while I was being fucked. A few sat around and smoked and watched in the dim light as Roger monitored it all. I had been in the sling quite a while and had lost count how many guys had fucked me and given me a load. I asked Roger if I could get down as my arms and legs felt numb and I had to use the bathroom. Roger said, “No, you stay like that until Sir says otherwise. If you feel like you got to shit just push and let it out, these nasty fuckers can’t tell and most will like it, but I know you don’t since Dr Mike had you clean out, so it’s just all the cum and air in your guts from the fucking. But you having to piss, now that I can help you with.” Roger then got between my legs, shoved a couple fingers up my ass and started pressing against my insides as his mouth covered my dick. OH GOD THAT WAS WILD! My dick was hard and I knew I could not piss, but whatever Roger was pressing against made me go and I let loose a hot stream of piss into Roger’s mouth and he sucked it all up. He then licked my body and cleaned off some of the now old, dry piss that was covering me. When he got to my head he told me to open up and let loose with his own stream of piss down my throat. Roger let me wash his piss down with several gulps from the bottle of Jack, which sort of curdled my stomach, but a few more gulps and the Jack burned through the piss and buzzed me up. The music had gotten louder, so I knew the party was in full swing. The next guy who came in had a deep voice and huge hands with a death grip. As he grabbed my right leg and ran a hand up and down my left, I could feel his strength and was like whoa! He told Roger to leave, Roger told him to fuck or get out, so I heard him unzip and Roger said, “God damn! Who was your fucking father? A longhorn bull? Look at the curve in that thing. Oh shit, this is going to be fun to watch.” The guy laughed and said, “Yeah my mother was a whore and a farm animal was nothing for her. I’ve been waiting all afternoon to get me some ass and I hear that this one is full of cum and just ready for me to fuck. Do I have to go easy or can I just fucking tear it up?” Roger laughed and said, “This boy is a slut and has been used pretty well today, you just fuck like you want man. Like I said, this is going to be fun to watch.” I was not sure what Roger meant until I felt a huge heavy dick plop onto me as the big guy worked himself up between my legs and then he backed off a little and started slapping my exposed balls with the mushroom head of his dick. His dick was mammoth, and with every slap got harder and harder. I was yelping and begged him to stop. My balls have always been pretty sensitive and I did not like this. He did not say a word, just kept on trying to crush my balls with the force of his dick. Roger didn’t stop him, and the next time he rubbed against me I could feel what Roger meant. This guy’s dick had a wicked curve upwards, in addition to being very thick and long. The new guy pushed the head of his dick at my hole and because his dick was pointed up, it just did not slide right in. It sort of caught at the edge of my hole, but he pushed his hips forward just a little to ensure that the lips of my asshole covered the tip of his dick head. He paused, took a deep ragged breath, and RAPE FUCKED ME! I screamed as his dick tore me open and dug a furrow through the top of my guts as he plowed through my first and second holes. Roger laughed and said, “HOLY FUCK MAN – YEAH RAPE THAT ASS!” The new guy needed no encouragement and brutally slammed in balls deep, pulled all the way out, paused and just as I caught my breath, slammed balls deep again as my screams echoed in the small room and the chains of the sling shook, rattled and strained under the assault. I thought Charles was big and Charles was rough, but he was nothing compared to this guy. The angle of his dick, along with the size, just created so much pain as he stretched and rearranged my insides to fit his needs. Every thrust he pulled all the way and slammed in, forcing his way deeper and deeper and shredding any resistance my ass may have had left. All of the other guys who had fucked me in the sling had cum pretty quickly, but not this guy. He went on and on and on and I knew I was bleeding pretty good. Roger continued to egg him on, “Rape it harder man, oh Christ look at that, God damn! Beat that hole, rape him man, RAPE HIM!” The new guy finally, mercifully, started to fuck harder and faster so I knew he was close. His hands were squeezing my legs hard and I knew was bruising me good. I tried to encourage him by clamping my ass, but realized he had me so stretched and filled, I could do nothing but take it, and so I did. The new guy bellowed like a bull at the slaughter as his started to unload in my ass. Most guys stiffen up and stop when they cum, not him, he just fucked and fucked and bellowed and fucked and coated me with his hot load. I thought he had finished, but he just kept fucking and then suddenly yanked his dick out, making me scream as he did. SHIT HE HAD GONE DEEP! “Clean my dick,” he said as I tried to turn my head in the sling to oblige, but then realized he must have been speaking to Roger as I heard him slurping and choking. The new guy bent down and whispered in my ear, “You are almost ready for Deacon now,” and then left the room. Roger whistled and then said, “FUCK BOY! You won’t believe what he did to your ass. You coated his dick big time!” as he started lapping at my hole like a dog drinking a glass of spilled milk off the floor. Roger was still lapping at my ass when Charles returned. Charles’ gloved hands rubbed up and down my legs, over my body, my face, back down my body to my hole where he easily slid all four fingers on his right hand into my hole, then joined in his thumb. He pushed his gloved hand harder and I yelped as he slapped my stomach with his left hand, spit on me, and said, “Good boy, good boy, Son, give him those poppers, keep feeding him and bring my bag over hear.” I heard Roger rustle around in the bag, then he came over, elevated my head and let me take several big hits on the fresh poppers. I had not used poppers in a long time and they immediately made me sort of fucked up. Charles had taken his glove off and was now working a glob of lube against my hole, mixing it in with the many many loads of cum that had been fucked up there. He gently worked two fingers all around the circumference of my open asshole, then added a third. Roger fed me more poppers as Charles massaged my hole with all four fingers of his right hand. While I had been fisted by the Lionel and the thug brothers, this was not something I normally did, but I trusted Charles and at that point wanted it as while the last guy had been a brutal fuck, I was so horny and wanted more. Charles now closed his fingers together, pushed into my hole as far as he could as he slapped my stomach and said again, “Good boy, good boy, now just breathe for me, yeah, I know but your hole is so tore up right now, this will be nothing, you’ll see, good boy. You need to be ready as you ain’t done yet today.” Charles continued to work my hole as Roger fed me poppers. Soon Charles’ knuckles were pushing through my ring and forcing me open to take the meat of his hand. “God damn it Son, take your hand off your dick, you know you need to be ready too, now just focus on keep feeding him those poppers.” I was so out of it and the sensation in my ass was so different from when the last guy fucked me. I must have been liking it as my dick was hard and precum was running out and down my sides as Charles worked my hole to his liking, opening me up like I had never been before – at least until then. I lost all track of time again, but next thing I knew Charles was telling Roger to help me down, was ass felt to empty, and I started to beg them to fuck me. Charles laughed, “Damn, yeah you’re a damn good boy. Wish I had more time with you for sure.” Roger undid the cuffs on my wrists and it hurt as my arms dropped to my chest. He then undid my ankles, eased my legs down as Charles lifted me forward into Roger’s arms. I felt dizzy and disoriented, but Roger steadied me until I could stand, left the blindfold on me, and held me as we walked (well I stumbled) out to the limo. Once in the car, Charles took the blindfold off and I rubbed my eyes, trying to focus. Fuck, it was dark out. How long had we been there? Roger was leaned back in one of the seats of the limo, rubbing his dick through his jeans and smoking. Charles was smoking too and looking at me with an intense gaze and I was not sure if he was angry, happy, or just chilling. I suddenly realized how bad I smelled, but thought fuck it, we would be back to the suite soon. The limo pulled in to COVENANT, one of the harnessed boys opened the door, and one of the suited butlers was there to meet us. With Roger guiding me, we followed Charles and the butler and instead of going to my suite, we went to the elevator that had the two guards in front of it, got in, and went up. The elevator stopped, we followed the butler down a long hallway and he stopped by an extra large wood door that had a biohazard sign carved into the wood. He nodded and Charles opened the door and we went in. Part 4 - The Command Performance Fuck – Who’s Watching? I was confused, what was going on? The room was large, pretty warm, no windows, brightly lit, and one wall was a floor to ceiling mirror. Charles stopped and nodded his head slightly in the direction of the mirror as if to acknowledge and silently salute someone. Who was watching? Dr Mike? One of the other AIDS Lords? In the middle of the room was a large padded bench almost identical to the one in Dr Mike’s office. I looked at Charles and he did not say a word as he and Roger began to undress. They both left their boots and gloves on and when I asked him what was going on - SLAM! – he slapped me harder than he ever hard then - SLAM! – again. OK OK fuck, I get the message! Roger pushed me face down onto the bench and scooted me forward so my hole was hanging over one end, exposed and ready to be fucked, and my head was hanging over the other. While there were restraints, they did not tie me down. I had no fight in me anyways. Charles hit a button on the end and the padded bench raised up a little bit as he said, “How’s that Son?” “Just right Sir, just right,” Roger replied, “I’ve been so fucking worked up today watching him get his ass used – DAMN! You should have seen that last one, I mean holy fuck he was an evil mother fucker!!!” Roger slapped my ass hard and I yelped and jumped a little. He laughed and began beating my ass as Charles walked to the front, knelt down in front of me and said, “You got me good and hard seeing how much cum was running out of your hole and how your hole opened right up for my fist. Now, time to get raped by your AIDS Lords.” Charles stood up, tilted my head up, and rammed his dick down my throat. I gagged, choked, tried to cough and could not as I was stuffed. I could not breathe either as he just held his dick in as deep as he could. I started to fade out when he pulled out, I gasped, and he shoved his dick in further. My deep throating skills had improved greatly since he first rape fucked my throat and when prepared, could swallow almost any dick now if the top was dominant enough to force it past my initial gag reflex. Charles had a true horse dick, which was thick and fat and filled my throat solid, so when he went deep I could not breathe at all. I did not care, I just wanted to serve him and loved feeling him make me gag on his dick. Charles and Roger now rape fucked me at both ends and I loved it. This was how a bottom should be used. Two AIDs fucker masters and Lords using me to please them, making me worship them. They switched places and it seemed like Roger had learned something too. He was much better at choke fucking then the first time and Charles was making sure to scrape every inch of my ass walls with his dick as he fucked. After a while Charles stopped, pulled out, reached down and pulled me back off the table, a trail of spit and drool following me as my mouth had been on Roger’s dick. “It’s time,” Charles said as he hit the button and the bench lowered a bit and the padded sides raised up to form a larger padded platform. Roger came around, laid on his back with his legs hanging off the end. Charles said, “Now get up on his dick, sit on it.” So I climbed on the table, straddled Roger, positioned myself and slid his dick deep into my hole. I started ride him, but Roger wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close to him, and squeezed tight, pinning my arms to my side and my body to his chest. “We’re going to double fuck you boy,” Charles said as I immediately got scared and started squirming, but Roger’s grip held. Charles continued, “Dr Mike told me you let those black boys all up in you like that, but trust me, they ain’t got the horse dicks we do and you know I don’t take it easy on you boy, why do you think I was working your hole before we left the bar. This is rape fuck you will always remember.” I tried to scream as Charles began forcing his dick into my hole to join Roger’s, but what came out was barely a gurgle as Roger had – in a flash – let go of my arms and wrapped his hands around my throat. The pain from Charles turning my ass out as he entered me created arcs of pain throughout my body, and I started to shake and my whole body tensed and fought even as I passed out little. Once he had the head of his dick in, Charles leaned over my back and his hands replaced Roger’s around my throat and squeezed just a little tighter as Roger wrapped his arms back around me and held me to tight to him. Charles was right, their dicks were bigger than the black guys and this hurt much worse. As I floated on the edge of darkness, surrounded by a violent sea of pain, I also realized how much I wanted them to use me and I let go. The walls I had that were trying to hold the pain back collapsed, the sea washed in and my entire body could feel every inch of the two AIDs Lord’s dicks fucking my ass and making it theirs. IT FELT SO FUCKING AMAZING!!! Roger and Charles could sense the change in my body and both got very verbal – or maybe they had been verbal the whole time and I could not hear – anyways Roger was urging Charles on, telling him to rape me good. Charles was in deep and fucking hard and growling like wild animal with every fuck as he continued to split me in two. They raped me long and hard and my body just craved more and more. Far too soon Charles howled, “I’m gonna cum Son, gonna ride this boy hole, OH FUCK SON, SHOOT WITH ME SON, LET’S RAPE HIS ASS, RAPE THAT ASS, GIVE HIM OUR AIDS CUM, FUCK SON…..YEAH… OHHH….” As Charles was screaming in ecstasy his hands clinched and sent me into dark oblivion. - SLAM! – - SLAM! – - SLAM! – Charles slapped the side of my head and I started to come back. He and Roger were still both in me and all I could mumble was, “Please…..please….” Charles eased his spent dick out of my raw, bloody and torn hole that was now awash in his and Roger’s infected loads. Roger rolled a little to his left and eased me onto my side as his dick slipped out of my hole. I just lay there as they got dressed, Roger left the room, the door closed and Charles came over. His leather gloved hand patted my head, and he leaned down to my left ear and whispered, “Now, now you are ready for Deacon. Good bye boy.” Deacon? Good bye? Wait, what? Charles! Stay tuned for Chapter 3 – Deacon is Revealed

This is just a story that I have always blown a load over. I didn't write and I have no idea who did I've had it saved on my harddrives for the last 10 years. It's Just HOT. It's been just a little over two years now since I got the letter that changed my life. Like any other day; I came home from work and checked the mail. There was a handsomely handwritten envelope on a rich heavy paper. I opened all the other mail first wanting to save what I hoped was the best for last. (I was correct.) Inside was an invitation to a weekend party in a very upscale neighborhood. It was from Tom, a man I'd talked to several times at the bars and the baths. Tom had an easy-going way about him that somehow encouraged me to open up to him. I found myself discussing things with him that I'd hardly even let myself think about let alone voiced to another person. Tom got me to admit I wanted to be infected with HIV. Tom told me at our first meeting he had AIDS - I'd never have guessed from looking at him. Seeing him out at the baths fucking and getting fucked made me want him and in a strange way, want to be like him. I frequently found myself wondering what it would be like to be fucked by him; or to be poz and giving my load to other guys with or without their knowledge. I dismissed these thoughts usually but sometimes they were my hottest j/o fantasies. So now I had an invitation for a weekend party at his place. The invitation said there was a specially selected group of "positively-minded hot men. "Interesting choice of words, I thought or was I just reading way to much into things? The letter also referred to, emphasized, "Uninhibited RAW sex." I can't be misunderstanding that! This was going to be an unsafe fuck-party hosted by a man with AIDS. Pretty fuckin' ballsy of him - and hot! I suddenly realized my dick was rock-hard and about to drip. There was no doubt in my mind about accepting this. There was no way in hell I'd miss a chance like this. A weekend in a luxurious house, all the booze and party favors we'd want with a few horny uninhibited studs into unsafe sex - FUCK YEA, I'm going! The invitation requested RSVP I called and thanked Tom; I told him I was looking forward to it. The party was 2 months from the time of the invitation. Over the course of those two months it seemed like time had slowed to a crawl. I found myself constantly thinking of the upcoming party, imagining what it was going to be like, hardly daring to hope that my twisted fantasies might be about to be fulfilled. Part of the time I told myself that I was just letting my over-active imagination run wild. But at other times I was convinced this was going to be exactly the twisted kind of event I'd been hoping for. The party was set for 8:30 on a Friday night till noon on Sunday. The invitation had indicated that clothes would be checked upon arrival so I didn't have to bother about what I was going to wear. I'm decent looking, in good shape, working out 3 -4 times a week at the gym and eat well. Judging from what I saw at the baths and bars, Tom seemed to like guys of my type. So I figured the others would be a pleasant eyeful. I told my boyfriend that I was spending the weekend out - we have a really open relationship. We've teased each other about who was the bigger slut and who'd get a nasty disease first. I parked, noticing several other cars, walked to the door and rang the bell. It was just a moment before the door opened and a guy about my age, 26 at the time, asked me in. He was in white boxer briefs that did little to hide his thick cock and heavy balls. "Come on in," he said. "I'm Mike, and you are..?" He picked up a list with several names. "Josh," I said. "Got it." He crossed off my name from the list. He pointed to a door and said, "You can undress in here and I'll put your clothes away when you're done. Tom's got me assigned to door duty." "You've gotta earn you keep I guess," I said. Mike laughed. I entered the bathroom off the entry hall and quickly slid out of my jeans, sneakers and polo shirt. The place was simple but obviously well appointed and expensive. I returned to the hall wearing my briefs and found Mike greeting a little doll of a boy who looked about 20-21 if that old. His name was Sean. Mike introduced us. Taking my clothes he said, "Everyone else is naked. I'm just wearing these since I'm answering the door. Just in case some stray shows up." He held out his hand waiting for me to get out of my underwear. Sean stood by openly waiting to see me as I stripped. My dick was semi-hard with all this attention and to my relief; both Mike and Sean seemed impressed. Sean gave an appreciative whistle and said, "I gotta get a piece of that in me before this is over. Sure hope you're one of the ones." He went into the bathroom and began to undress, not closing the door as I had done. Mike winked and began to fold my clothes. I was thinking about what Sean meant by "one of the ones". Mike told me to just go on to the back of the house and join everyone else. There was no trouble finding them, the sound of the music and the voices and the sweet aroma of weed led me directly to them. I entered the room and there were about 10 - 12 guys, all naked, sitting, standing, lying around drinks in hand talking and laughing. In a quick assessment of these guys, I saw that I'd guessed right about Tom's taste and choice of guests. They were all pretty good-looking guys. But I had been wrong in that they were not all like me. There was a wide range of ages and types covered. One guy might have been around 50, a true daddy type for sure. And at the other end of the spectrum was a boy who looked like he might just be graduating high school. But they were all good-looking sexy males. That was a common denominator. Some one handed me a drink, another guy gave me a joint from the bowl on the coffee table. I mingled and began to meet my fellow revelers. I had noticed Sean, now naked, had come in the room too and was meeting people. As I mingled I saw others arriving too. Everyone was getting pretty well acquainted. Personally I hadn't had much to eat and the cocktail and the weed were taking effect on me rapidly. I suspected the same thing was happening to the other guys, though no one seemed to be actively engaging in sex yet. However I felt like it wasn't going to be long. About that time Tom appeared. Apparently he'd been waiting for the last guest, because I notice that about the time Tom entered, Mike - now naked too - also joined us as well as a few other guys. Tom called for quiet; Mike turned down the music. Tom was going to address us. He welcomed everyone and said how glad he was that we'd all decided to attend. He stressed that we were a hand-picked group and that he felt like a good mix was essential to the success of any party especially one of this scope. Then he changed tone subtly. It was as if he was reading a list of rules for the party. Several of the guys seemed like they knew this was coming. "Try to engage in anal sex primarily. Or at least make sure that when you cum it is through anal sex. Switch positions - and I don't mean doggie style and missionary." Guys laughed. "I mean don't always be the top or always the bottom. Change up so you fuck as much as you get fucked. Try to change partners frequently, make sure to get your cum inside as many men as possible. And, related to that, get as many different guys' cum in your ass as you can. Remember, no questions and no telling. Make each one like it's the one. And the number one most important stipulation is no condoms!" "Fuck yea!" the older daddy looking man yelled. Tom continued, "There are 20 men here not counting me. I know that 12 of you are neg and 8 are poz. Anybody who takes at least 12 loads this weekend is guaranteed at least one of those loads was charged." I could feel my skin going tingly. My knees were weak. This was exactly what I'd hardly let myself hope for - a party planned around RAW fucking with men who have HIV. As different levels of thoughts kicked in it was occurring to me that all these men were like me in that they were here to fuck or get fucked and intentionally get or give HIV. And based on the number of hard dicks I saw now, they were as turned on by the idea as I was. It was like a bell signaling the beginning of a race had sounded. Guys were pairing up left and right. They were piling onto the pillows, couches and mats that filled the area. Over the enthusiastic sounds of 20 horny men starting to fuck, Tom's voice rang out. "There's lube, poppers, XTC and joints at the bar. Use anything you need guys." As I was right at the bar, I helped myself to some XTC. I felt a hand grope my ass and turned to see Mike there, the guy from the front door. "Ready to play?" he asked. His ample hard 7” dick revealed his own readiness. "Sure am," I answered. We made our way to a vacant corner sinking onto the mattresses there. He was on top of me and I could feel his cockhead probing me. Without any discussion, we'd settled on our roles for round one. Mike had run his fingers through the lube at the bar and he hastily smeared some on my hole. I worked it in a little while he coated his dick. He took aim and in two powerful thrusts his dick was buried in my ass all the up to his pubes. He was still a moment, giving me time to adjust to the fullness. I looked up into his face only about a foot away from mine. He looked content; he liked the feel of my ass. He smiled down at me. Without a word his head moved toward mine. Our lips met, mouths opened, as our tongues tasted each other. Meanwhile, Mike was slowly but forcefully sliding his long cock in and out of my hole. He fucked me in deliberate stokes, withdrawing almost entirely before driving in to the max. I matched him stroke for stroke meeting his invading rod with my eager cum-hungry ass. I wanted to milk the cum from this man. As he fucked me, I kept wondering if he could be one of the 8 infected men. God, I hoped he was infected so his jizz would be infecting me too. I heard myself moan in the lust for his disease. "Fuck me, man. I want it," I said between thrusts. "What do you want, Josh?" He was pushing me. "Tell me what you really want." "I want your poz cum, man. I want you to pump me full of HIV!" Hearing that seemed to send him over the edge, he started pounding my ass harder. I knew he'd shoot soon at that rate. "You are so fuckin' twisted, man. You want HIV cum in your ass!" He pounded my hole. "Take it!" "Shit yea, Mike. Shoot it!" I felt him lunge in even deeper as his already thick cock spasmed in my guts. Hot blasts of cum shot in my hole. I imagined the virus in each fiery load he pumped in me. I ground my ass back towards him so not a drop of the potentially deadly cum would be lost. He remained still, hips jutting forward with his cock as deep inside me as it would go. We lay there in the aftermath of our passionate fucking, me so damned hot I could almost shoot from thinking that I might have just gotten HIV pumped in my hole. When Mike pulled out he looked in my eyes and gave me a leering wink. I didn't know how to interpret it. I knew we were all supposed to keep our sero-status secret and he was doing a great job at it. I couldn't see through him at all. I asked him if he wanted me to fuck him and he declined. Speaking really quiet he said, "You're pretty obvious in being neg; try not to give it away. Everyone here wants poz cum." I started to explain - to apologize but he stopped me. "Forget it. I won't tell. Thanks man." With that, he left to seek out someone else to infect or to infect him? I didn't waste time wondering. I wanted to see about getting another load. I went to the bar to get a beer and while there a good looking guy of about my age came up for a drink too. We briefly commented on what a hot party this was and he cut right to the chase. "You wanna fuck me first or want me to fuck you?" "I wanna fuck you, stud, " I answered. "I gotta get this first load up someone’s ass before I waste it." We pretty unceremoniously made our way to a mat and his legs sprang into the air ready to take my load. While I fucked him I imagined that I was poz and was infecting him. For all he knew I was and was eager for it. It didn't take me long to shoot my jizz in his guts. We quickly traded places and his dick easily slid into my already cum-filled hole. As he fucked me slow but steady I looked at him. He was a good-looking guy around my own age. But what really got my attention was that I saw a few bruises on him and some spots. I stared hard trying to see if they were lesions. "Cool!" I thought. "This guy's got AIDS." I got my ass I gear grinding it back to meet each invasion of his hopefully lethal cock. My asshole practically milked the cum out of the guy, I was so ready for it and in short order, I could feel him tensing up. When I felt his dick swell, to blast the deadly cum deep inside me, I pushed back toward him to catch every bit of the poisoned load. When he came back to reality his eyes opened again. He winked at me as he pulled his cock from my ass. "That's at least one for you, man." From there, the party began to blur. I'm not sure if it was the heady excitement of being in a place with so many guys who had HIV who were trying to infect others and so many healthy guys trying to get the deadly virus in them, or was it my own first poz load clouding my head or was it the party favors and beer. It was probably some of all these things. Anyway, I spent the next 24 -36 hours fucking and getting fucked with guys as eager as I was to give and get HIV. As the party went on and guys were getting a little bit tired, there were fewer guys fucking at anyone time. The rest of us would watch those who were, calling out encouragement while the men fucked. When my own turn came to be pumped while the crowd watched, it was pretty hot to hear them urging my fucker to fill me with his diseased load and to give me more HIV. At the end, Tom made a concluding speech similar to the beginning one. But this time he had each poz guy stand up one by one. The guys were abuzz mentally ticking off, who they'd fucked or been fucked by. Sounds of "ALRIGHT!, YEA!" punctuated the calling of several names, as some guys had obviously taken infected loads from the guy just named. It turned out that, out of the 15 loads and 7 of them were from poz men. And the guy I thought had AIDS really did. I had 7 exposures to HIV inside my guts right then. As exhausted and drained as I was, my cock stiffened as I thought about it. The young guy Sean hadn't been so lucky. Despite getting several fucks, he had managed to avoid every poz man there. Tom told him it must be a sign, but Sean just said it was a sign he had to try harder. He lay on the mat, legs pulled back exposing his already cum filled ass and invited every poz guy there to pump a load inside him. Tom intervened before any of them could react. "After seeing so much raw fucking for the last day and a half I'm ready to spill my load. I'd be proud to be the first guy with aids to fuck you." We all cheered Tom and Sean on as our host infected the last remaining healthy guest present. After Tom finished a couple more of the poz men fucked Sean too, just to make extra sure he got infected. As guys began to dress and leave, Tom urged us to keep in touch with him. He reminded us that frequently about 10 - 14 days after contact with HIV, it's common to get sick. This often indicates the exposure was successful. He told us to report in and reminded us that these parties are annual and that we might now qualify as the poz guys for future parties. Twelve days after the party I felt ill enough to keep me from going to work. I went to get tested and truly don't know how I managed to get through the time until I got my results. I was Positive and I’d been infected with HIV at Tom's party. That evening I my boyfriend noticed that I was feeling pretty good and one thing lead to another. Before I'd thought about it we were in bed spoon position, with my dick up his hot ass. It was a slow leisurely fuck, the kind that you have with some one you've known a while. We'd had a few beers and smoked a joint. We fucked some - talked some. We were both comfortable and enjoying it and neither one in a hurry to be done. While I was slowly sliding in and out, I said, "Guess what I did?" And of course he asked What? "I got the results of my HIV test today." I didn't skip a stroke but I felt him tense slightly then push back toward me. He said, "Last test I took, I was still negative." "Yeah, I remember." We kept fucking real slow but steady . In minute he said, "So, are you infecting me?" He asked real quiet. "Yeah, I am" And we kept on fucking, him pushing back to take my dick all the way, now knowing I was going to shoot HIV infected cum inside him. After that, I wasn't able to hold out long. I shot what felt like a quart of thick jizz into him. After we separated he said, "You know it was just a matter of time before one of us infected the other. I'm glad you told me like you did. That was hot." We kissed. We made dinner and he wanted to get fucked again.