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Part 7 Spent, Luke looked up at the ceiling and contemplated how much he had changed in the span of 72 hours. He turned to the camera that Steve held and whimpered with a grin “I’m YOUR whore now.” Weeks and months passed. Symptoms – some annoying, some painful, some just gross – came and went as Steve and Billy’s toxicity -- among others after that weekend -- took hold of Luke’s body. Two constants remained resolute: Luke’s ever-present lust for and obedience to Steve, and the fact that he’d been forever marked by Steve - physically and emotionally. ********************************************************************* The camera panned up Luke’s body: his tan feet, protruding calves, bulging quads, and large flaccid dick, where the shot lingered for a bit for admiration. The camera then made it to Luke’s relatively new scorpion tattoo above his pubic line, then to his taught abdominal muscles, his pecs, and finally his face. “This is Luke,” the cameraman could be heard saying. Luke smiled and responded with a casual, yet friendly “Hey.” He was now used to being objectified for the benefit of Steve. The camera then panned to the guy standing next to Luke. He was around 20 years old with freckles and shaved red hair. “What’s your name?” the cameraman asked. “I’m Josh.” The video frame then started its way down Josh’s pale body. He was less muscular and skinnier than Luke, but was in good, athletic shape. The happy trail of red hair above his waistline lead to a large uncut semi-hard dick, and then the camera then continued to his bare feet. “Okay, fellas, what are we here for today?” “Well,” Luke responded, “I’m gonna fuck Josh!” giving the camera a wide smile. “Josh, how do you feel about this?” “It’s hot. I’ve wanted this for a long time.” Steve interjected “Cut, cut, cut. This is coming off like pretty boy porn. It’s not a fucking love story here. We need to rethink how we set this shit up, otherwise it’s not gonna sell. I mean, we’re about to film an actual pozzing! Josh -- you’re about to get fucked by my unmedicated whore, and you aren’t on anything that’ll save your ass from getting the bug. He’s gonna give you every god damn disease you’ve ever heard of and we’re gonna advertise this to the world. You’re gonna be huge porn stars for this, and I’m gonna make a ton of money off of you sluts. I need to hear and see fear and desire here. All right, go on. Action.” “I’m gonna fuck him raw.” Luke said into the camera, then he turned to Josh. “I’m gonna knock him up with my HIV baby. I’m gonna convert this little faggot like I was converted and then we’re gonna seed other faggots out there together.” Steve was pleased with the results of his directorial aside as he knew, having shared the fuck photos and video of Billy and Luke with his friends, that this could be a lucrative way to exploit his lover. Finding Josh – a cute, willing, neg, exhibitionist chaser – was a hard feat, but the internet finally produced gold with this ginger. Josh broke character and said frankly “I can’t stop shaking I’m so nervous. I want this – I really want this – but it’s just.. I’m just.. it’s overwhelming.” “Relax.” Luke said, putting his arm around Josh’s waist. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” “I want to do this. It’s just so real now – it was one thing before today chatting online or camming, but now, I mean, it’s not fantasy anymore. This is taking the fucking plunge.” Josh said, and the camera continued to film. Steve might not have wanted love or emotion, but such were unavoidable. “You’re hard, Josh.” Steve said off camera. “Luke isn’t yet. Maybe if you suck his dick you’ll get over these jitters.” “OK” Josh said with some stress in his voice. Josh kissed Luke before sinking to his knees, but just before Josh took Luke's cock into his mouth, Luke and Steve locked eyes, sharing the moment and smiled. Once Luke’s dick was hard in Josh’s mouth, Luke grabbed hold of the back of the ginger’s head and started to skull fuck him. Josh gagged on Luke’s cock and fought for breath. Luke enjoyed looking down at Josh servicing him, who occasionally looked up and made eye contact. Luke could sense that Josh’s trepidation was subsiding. Josh was enjoying sucking on Luke's magnificent prick. After about five minutes, Luke pulled his dick out of Josh’s mouth and asked “You ready to take my raw diseased dick in your ass, bud? “I think so,” Josh replied. Steve interjected again “Josh I don’t give a fuck what you’re thinking, once he’s in you, you gotta want it. You gotta beg for it. Do you want to share in our cum or not?” “I do, sir. I want it. I want to be knocked up. I’m ready. I promise.” Josh answered with confidence. Luke and Josh walked a few steps to the bed, where Luke positioned Josh on his back and then his legs onto Luke's shoulders so he could dive face first into the pale lad’s round ass. Luke spit on Josh’s tight hole and showed it to the camera as he inserted one finger, then two. 'Josh’s asshole is fuckin' perfect', Luke thought, as he maneuvered his tongue in and out, digging deeper and deeper. Josh moaned and yelped as Luke’s whiskered face brushed against his inner thighs. Luke's tongue lashed inside his fuck chute, eating out Josh's ass for several minutes until he could no longer hold off fucking. He got to his feet, standing between Josh’s legs and asked simply “You ready? And ready, he apparently was, as without hesitation Josh answered with a firm "Fuck yes. You’re a fucking god, and I need you inside me. Make me yours.” Luke’s dick was throbbing and dripping pre-cum. He reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table and squirted some onto his shaft and on a finger, which he then inserted into Josh’s hole. He then inserted a second finger, and then a third, as he did so remarking “I’m about to stick my dick in you. You ever taken a poz dick before?” “No, never.” “Are you negative?” “Yeah.” “You know, I’m not on meds and my viral load is high. You’re probably gonna get the bug, HIV, from me. You know that, right?” “Yeah, I know all that. I want your bug.” “Fuck yeah, Josh. That’s so hot. And you know I carry a bunch of other things too – you’re gonna be a filthy whore like me if I shoot my load in you. You want that?” “Yes. I want to become just like you. I want you to seed me and for your seed -- all your seeds -- to grow inside me.” Luke pulled his fingers out and positioned his dick against Josh’s pucker. With a slow push forward with his hips, Luke’s dick head entered Josh’s ass. Josh winced, and Luke continued pressing ever deeper. Josh grunted “Oh my god, I’m taking your bare dick. This is my dream. I’m so hard,” his eyes closed and smiling, clearly savoring every moment of a long-anticipated experience. “Your hole feels so good around my dick. You’re so tight. I’m invading your ass – you’re like a fucking virgin right now and I’m taking that away from you with my poison cock.” Jush pushed into Luke’s dick, helping it move deeper inside him. Luke was about three quarters inside. “I’m gonna get herpes too, right?” Josh asked. “I’ve got 'em. You probably will too.” Josh pulled Luke tight into him with his legs, which were wrapped around Luke now. “Fuck me. Give me everything you have. You’re a god and I want you.” With that Luke made a final thrust to bottom out inside his conquest. “I’m all the way in you.” The camera man zoomed to Josh’s hole, below which Luke’s balls rested. Steve was rock hard and, off camera, precumming under his jeans, and couldn't stop himself from loudly exclaiming “Now destroy that neg pussy. Shoot your load in this fucking ginger and convert him!” Obediently, Luke withdrew almost completely and then slammed back into Josh’s ass and repeated with wild abandon. He quickly pumped in and out of Josh, his big dick head getting raw from rubbing against the lining of Josh’s ass. Josh screamed in pleasure. Precum was pooling on his white abs as his ass was getting a merciless pounding from Luke. “Oh yeah, bitch. Are you ready for your fucking conversion? Do you want my big fucking toxic load inside you?” Josh moaned "Oh, yeah, please daddy, give me your load!” “What do you want, whore?” Luke asked. “I want everything you have, every drop of cum that’s ever infected you, I want. Make me your cumdump. Make me toxic. Make me yours.” Luke’s pace picked up even further for a few beats, and then he yelled “I’M CUMMING!!! I’M SHOOTING MY RADIOACTIVE JIZZ IN YOUR NEG FUCKNG PUSSY! TAKE MY LOAD YOU CUNT!!!” His fuck pace came to a halt and he relished the release as his spent cock rested inside Josh. With three strokes, Josh’s dick erupted and he shot himself in the face. “FUCK, your load is in me, you converted me. Oh shit, oh yeah.” Luke collapsed onto Josh, and they kissed. “We’re gonna be rich, fuckers,” Steve announced, a wet spot and a hard cock visible through his jeans. “That’s a wrap."

Part 6 Luke moaned a little as Steve extracted his fat, spent cock from his ass. When Steve’s thick mushroom head plopped out, a glob of toxic cum came with it, running down Luke’s tan, muscular hamstring. “Fuck, your hole is amazing.” Steve proclaimed, backing away from the bent over jock and collecting his post-coital self. Billy pulled his curved dick from Luke’s mouth and said, “get on your back. “ Luke complied, and his rock hard dick lay flat on his chest pointing toward his face. Luke's cock was dripping precum; it would take only a few strokes to achieve orgasm. Billy positioned himself between Luke’s spread legs, dragged his cock head through Steve’s escaped dirty cum, and then positioned his dick against Luke’s pucker. “You ready for my raw dick, bitch?” “Yeah,” Luke said, looking into Billy’s eyes. Billy was already on the edge, having been blown by Luke for the past several minutes. It wouldn’t take him long to shoot his load into Luke’s fuck hole. Billy’s bent dick began its descent into Luke’s guts. Although Steve’s jism lubed the way, he took his time entering Luke. Luke felt the curve of Billy’s dick veering against his ass lining, and he moaned in pleasure. Billy's long dick bottomed out in Luke, balls against Luke’s ass, and leaned onto Luke, resting on him, sweaty-chest-to-sweaty-chest. “I’m all the way in you.” He whispered into Luke’s ear. “Your dick feels amazing, Billy.” “Oh yeah? You like my bare dick in you?” “Fuck yeah I do.” “I’m throbbing in you. You feel so good.” Billy began mini-thrusts against Luke’s prostate, and Luke smiled. Steve appeared at the edge of the bed, phone in hand, clicking photos of the scene. “Here’s something else you should know, bitch: I’ve been a bad boy. I’ve probably taken a hundred anonymous loads this month. No condoms, no names, no questions. I'm chasing everything. I’m not just toxic, I’m fucking radioactive. And now, so are you. You’re my fellow, filthy cumdump. This is your destiny.” Billy kissed Luke, and Luke’s heart raced. What the fuck did Billy just say? This was more than Luke had in mind when he knowingly touched Steve's poz dick a few hours earlier. This sexual romp had gone way too far. Luke didn't actively want STDs. He didn't want to be a filthy cumdump. And yet, Luke didn't put up resistance; he just kissed Billy back. Billy’s mini-thrusts became more methodic, quicker, and deeper. Luke was pinned body to body with Billy, and the two were becoming one. Moments into their deep tongued kiss, Billy screamed “I’m cumming!! OH FUCK, I’m cumming!!!! I’m fucking shooting my load in you, bitch!!” and he kept thrusting his nuclear seed deep in Luke’s guts. After his orgasm subsided, Billy rose from Luke’s sweaty chest. With his bent, uncut cock still in the boy, he looked down at his conquest with a grin. Steve’s camera phone clicked some more. Steve switched it to video, and Steve said “nice, Billy. Fuck that hot load into him some more. Luke, you just took another filthy load. Look at those letters above his dick. Mmmmm. That’s you now too, whore. His dick looks so hot in your used hole.” Billy took hold of Luke’s rock hard dick and jerked it. With just a few strokes, a huge spray of cum shot onto Luke’s rippling six pack. Billy pulled his dick from Luke’s ass, with a whimper from Luke, and then lapped up the cum from Luke’s stomach. “Probably his last clean load ever. Savor it.” Steve said, still videoing the scene. He panned to Luke’s face and captured a concerned but satiated look.

Part 4 Later that night back at his apartment, laying alone in bed, Luke thought about Steve as he stroked himself, pleasuring his dick, abdomen, and speculating about getting a tattoo that matched Steve's unseen tattoo, taking pleasure in the thought that Steve’s most recent load still lingered in his ass. He stroked his cock harder and faster, pushing first one, then two, an finally three fingers into his stretched hole. In his mind flickered images from the shower – his face pressed against the cold marble wall, looking down to see Steve’s massive, tan legs outside of his as Steve pivoted and piston-fucked him from behind. Images from the night before, when he went to pull up his briefs and jeans and saw Steve's cum running down his inner thigh from his hole. Images of Steve’s dark pubic hair brushing against his face while he deep throated Steve’s massive tool earlier that afternoon. And then he thought of the cum again, that he’d let that glorious god of a man fuck him raw and blow his loads up in Luke’s gut. Finger banging himself, he knew his hole was still slick with Steve’s DNA from a few hours earlier. It was hardly surprising with all of this running through his mind, Luke blew a big milky load onto his stomach. ********************************************************************* The next morning while out jogging with his friend, Luke regretted sharing a little too much detail about his encounter with Steve when his buddy asked “You let him fuck you without a condom?!” “Relax. There is no way he has anything,” Luke replied, although as the words came out, he realized he wasn’t so sure. “That’s so fucking stupid in this day and age. You should go to the clinic and check into that morning after pill just in case. And you should definitely at least be on PrEP if you’re gonna make this a habit.” “I know, I know. Just chill and keep this between us. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Luke then changed the subject and moved on. *********************************************************************** Luke texted Steve that afternoon. “I’m horny. Can I come over?” Steve responded “Sure. But my friend Billy’s coming over soon too. You up for 2 cocks, slut?” This was more uncharted territory for Luke, and yet replied “Maybe…. Be there in 30.” ************************************************************************ Billy wasn’t there yet, so instead of the usual get-right-down-to-business nature of their prior encounters, Luke had an opportunity to talk, and he commented “So listen, I’ve never really let anyone fuck me raw before without knowing more about them." “And?” Steve responded. “It’s just that this weekend has been mind blowing and amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such... lust? desire? intrigue? for anyone like I feel for you.” Steve grinned broadly, pulled Luke close, and slid his tongue down Luke’s throat as he also ground his crotch into Luke, his hands, meanwhile, trailing down to fondle Luke’s ass. Still Luke managed to finish his thought saying “I guess, I don’t know how to say this. A friend of mine told me I’m being stupid and careless fucking you without protection or anything.” “What’s careless about what we’re doing?” “I don’t know… Do you have an STD or anything?” Luke got to the point. “Does it matter to you now?” “I, uhh” and Luke realized while perhaps it should matter, it didn’t. “I don’t know, really.” “I’ve fucked you twice now. Raw. Implanted my seed in you twice. You’ve swallowed my cum and piss, and your ass is lined with my DNA. If you want to be mine, you have to be mine fully.” Luke felt a warm rush over his body. The unknown was becoming known. He was nervous and turned on. What was Steve saying? “Touch my poz cock again, Luke” Steve said. Steve's command hit Luke hard, yet he instantly complied, maneuvering his hands down Steve's jeans, his head rushed with sexual energy and understanding. He now knew Steve was poz. HIV Positive. And he’d fucked Luke twice now. Luke had taken poz loads from a poz guy. Luke also was very much aware his own dick was hardening quickly. He felt it sticking to his briefs with a layer of precum. “Get on your knees and put my poz dick in your mouth. Accept your fate. Get me hard so that I can fuck you again. You’re my slut. Worship what’s flowing in me – and you – now.” Luke sank to his knees and undid the buttons on Steve's jeans. Steve's massive, semi-hard cock was free. Luke opened his mouth wide and guided the monster deep down his throat.

Part 3 Luke continued to question what he was doing at Steve’s. While rational thought told him his time with Steve was one bad decision after another, he also found Steve so fucking hot and irresistible – his huge arms, his massive legs, his dark tan skin, so Luke quite willingly followed Steve through the apartment to the bedroom and then into the bathroom. Steve pointed to the big gang-like shower and instructed Luke to get in. As steam began to fill the room, his daddy-god Steve entered the shower too. It was the first time Luke saw Steve without any clothing on, and Luke was instantly obsessed with all he saw. As he took it in, Luke asked “What’s with the bandage?" pointing below Steve’s belly button to the dressing protecting his new ink. “New tattoo. You’ll see it soon enough, and will probably want one of your own.” Steve said as he pulled Luke close for a kiss – their first. They stood in the hot shower spray, Steve’s dick getting hard again as it brushed against Luke’s throbbing cock. Even not knowing what was under the bandage, Luke knew Steve was right, that he’d want that same tattoo as well some day. He wanted to be marked as Steve’s. They kissed sensually in the shower for a while, their bare cocks bobbing erectly below. Turning to the cold marble tile wall, Luke leaned into the stone and spread his legs wide, presenting his ass to Steve to fuck. Steve approached, planting his feet just outside of Luke's, and lined his massive dick head up with Luke's hole. Steve’s prick entered Luke’s cunt with less agony this time: the water and Steve’s pre-cum reduced friction, and Luke's hole was still wrecked from their last fuck session. Steve worked his dick all the way into Luke’s velvety sex chute and knew this boy was becoming his in so many ways. As the shower fuck continued, precum dripped down the cold wall against which Luke’s erection pressed. “I love knowing your inside me” Luke said. He meant it – he loved being a bottom and all that such meant. “I like being in you. Raw. Knowing you’re taking all of me. My dick. My load. My DNA. Everything I am is in you.” This embodied what sex meant to Luke. Perhaps not really grasping all of the consequences of what this meant in this moment, Luke’s boner sprung with excitement and a glob of precum –- to the point of Luke wondering if in fact he came a little -- smeared on the wall against his dick’s head. “Fuuck yes. Make me yours. My ass is yours. My body is yours.” Steve pulled completely out, and then pushed his dick balls deep into Luke. Luke whimpered. Then Steve picked up the pace in pumping his dick in and out of Luke’s hole. Steve’s dick was throbbing and rock hard inside his new fuck toy, and indeed, after a couple of minutes of pounding, Steve announced “I’m gonna cum.” His thrusts became more intense. He pushed all the way into Luke again and screamed “I’m fucking cumming in you, slut.” Another of Steve’s toxic loads shot deep into Luke’s wrecked ass. Luke tensed his ass around the massive dick inside him and also shot a huge load against the wall of the shower, exclaiming “Fuck, that was amazing,” as he twisted around to kiss his inseminator. As their spent dicks again brushed against one another, Luke felt fulfilled and transformed – feelings that were, perhaps unbeknownst to him, both figurative and literal.

The lights came on at 3:00 A.M., just as the security started ushering the masses out of the club. Once out on the street, Luke looked for familiar faces of his friends and saw no one he knew. He was drunk and shirtless and sweaty. He checked his phone and saw the text message string saying all had left, some heading to after parties, some heading home. “Shit” he said to himself, not wanting to pay for a cab all by himself. When looked up from his phone, he noticed a man eye-fucking him from just a few feet away. He looked back down at his phone, suddenly feeling shy and drunk and happy, and when he looked up again, he briefly studied the stranger. The man was least 15 years older, maybe more, all muscles, tattoos, and piercings. He’d apparently just exited the leather bar next door and not the night club from which Luke emerged. The leather man was totally not Luke’s type, but Luke was drunk and horny, and needed a ride home, preferably without his gossipy gaggle of friends to judge any decision he made at this particular point. Pulling on his shirt, Luke glanced back down at his phone, trying to focus sufficiently to pull up the text messages from his friends, but as he did so, he noticed in his peripheral vision a pair black boots approaching. Looking up, Luke found the leather man was his side. “Hey. I’m Steve.” “Luke,” he replied as he automatically stuck out his hand. “Wanna come back to my place?” It was the most direct pickup line Luke had ever heard. “Yes," Luke replied, even before he could consider the alternatives. Twenty minutes and a cab ride later, Luke found himself walking through Steve’s massive loft wondering what he was getting himself into. From behind, Steve approached him and began caressing the 25 year old prize with his strong, knowing hands. Luke, it should be said, had a boy-next-door aura to him, and at 5’11, 170 pounds, he was muscular and lean. Inhibitions were flaring up as the alcohol buzz wore off a bit, and Luke wasn’t sure he was game for this tryst with an older guy. But that didn’t matter, as Steve was decidedly in control. Coming up behind Luke, Steve reached around Luke, unbuckled the younger man's trousers, pushed them to the floor, tweaked Luke's nipples and simultaneously grinding his his crotch against Luke’s supple ass. “I probably shouldn’t…” Luke whispered with a little resistance, until he felt the whiskered jawline making its way between his butt cheeks. He moaned in delight. “Fuuccckk” he said as Steve’s tongue penetrated his hole. Steve enjoyed making Luke melt, and as hot as the foreplay was, he knew it was only going to get better. Soon, he'd be leaving an indelible mark in Luke's cunt, marking it forever that he had been there. And indeed, Luke's cock was rock hard. If he had been asked, and had he been able to answer coherently, Luke would probably have asserted he had ever been so aroused as he was under Steve's expert attention. Luke was, in fact, dripping copious quantities of pre-cum, and that was before either Luke or Steve even touched Luke's cock. After a few minutes, holding Luke's body against his, Steve stood up and undid his belt and pants. They fell to the floor. Now, both men were half-dressed, with their shirts on and their pants/underwear on the floor below. Luke felt a massive dick pressed downward in his crack and felt Steve’s hairy legs against his. Luke was questioning the trajectory of the night. This was not a romantic encounter – this was him in a stranger's house with his pants on the floor about to get fucked. He’d never really had such a tryst, and it felt cheap and raunchy (albeit exhilarating and hot). Was he going to let it go forward? Did he even have a choice? Luke tried to turn around, figuring his exit plan would be a blow job and a kiss goodbye, but Steve knew his seed needed to be implanted in this twenty-something-god. He knew it from the moment he saw Luke. And Steve wasn’t going to let the power shift in this encounter, even if such would involve Luke’s perfect lips on his cock. So he just held Luke tighter with one arm and grabbed his cock. He glided the tip of his dick up and down Luke’s crack, lingering at his moist hole. “Fuck” Luke said, as the feeling of the Steve's dick against him was utterly overwhelming. Naturally his brain flirted through an array of concerns, but he finally settled on letting this happen. “Slut it up tonight” he said to himself, kind of proud at his decision. Steve positioned his dick against Luke’s hole and began to press forward. In response, Luke tensed-up in pain as the monstrous tool invaded his ass. Steve, however, knew how to get his way, and calmed Luke urging him “Relax, boy. Let go and take it.” Steve's deep, resonate voice did the trick, and Luke responded by doing his best to open up as Steve’s huge and veiny dick made its way deeper inside him. “Fuuuck” Luke moaned. He’d never taken such a big dick before, and his body was tearing to accept it. Ever patient, Steve slowly sunk in, pushing in a little and withdrawing a little, gradually getting deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed out, balls-deep in Luke's ass. As Steve reached full depth, he kissed Luke’s neck and announced “I’m all the way in." Luke smiled in satisfaction. “Hot. So fucking hot.” Luke was elated that the most painful part of the encounter was likely over and was ready for the pain to become lustful ecstasy. And the slut inside him was kind of proud for him taking a stranger's raw dick. Steve withdrew a little, and then pressed back into Luke’s ass. And again. And then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. Finally, Luke was there: Steve's monster dick had invaded his ass completely and was now thrusting in and out with less resistance and more pleasure. Steve meanwhile, had found his fuck rhythm, and was pounding Luke’s ass with tempo and determination. Both men were sweating through their shirts, and beads of sweat ran down their legs. Steve’s balls were smacking against Luke’s. A few more minutes of Steve ravaging Luke’s cunt passed, before Steve grunted into Luke’s ear “I’m close.” Luke whimpered. “Fuck yeah” and let out a few moans. “I’m gonna breed you," Steve announced. Luke loved this kind of dirty talk, so responded “Fucking breed me. Shoot your load in me,” flexing his ass muscles to work and milk Steve’s huge cock. Steve rammed his dick deep inside Luke and a spasm of pure physical pleasure erupted as Steve’s toxic load spurted into Luke’s torn interior, coating the young man's fuck chute, and exposing Luke to the wrath of Steve's prior exploits. With Steve’s raw dick still in him, fucking the big, virus-laden load ever deeper into his ass, Luke feverishly jerked his cock until he shot his thick load onto the carpeting. Afterwards each man pulled-up his pants, and exchanged numbers with the other. Luke also had to borrow cab money, and with that he headed home. **************************************************************** To be continued.

I never thought that I would. One night I went to go hook up with a couple and one of them tried to enter raw while I was sucking off the other, and I stormed out of the place pissed off. A few weeks later I found myself looking at nothing but bareback porn wondering, "What if?". I wound up finding another couple that wanted to fuck, we had spoken about playing safe, which they agreed to, but after I got one of their cocks nice and wet, I backed up to it and he slid in happily, I took several loads that night and haven't looked back.

Part 5 Steve had sent the following text to Billy: “The boy just told me he’s horny and wants to come over. I told him you and I were both going to fuck him tonight. See you in a few. Oh, and you’re welcome.” Billy grinned upon receipt. Dinner plans with his fuckbud Steve had apparently evolved. A little while later, Billy let himself into Steve’s apartment. Walking back into the den, he encountered Luke on his knees, his head bobbing back and forth on Steve’s long, thick dick. Steve saw Billy and grinned. Luke then noticed the stranger out of the corner of his eye, removed himself from Steve’s throbbing dick, and quickly made it to his feet. “Luke, this is Billy. Billy, Luke,” Steve announced. Feeling self-conscious, Luke extended his hand and avoided eye contact with Billy. “Nice to meet you, Luke.” Billy grabbed Luke’s hand, and then put his other hand on Luke’s shoulder, “Relax, buddy, I don’t bite.” Luke eased up a bit and smiled as Billy added “Looks like I’m a little late to the party,” sizing-up Steve's erect dick which protruded from his jeans, awaiting someone - anyone to resume ministrations. Billy leaned in, kissed Steve, and stroking Steve’s dick as part of his greeting. Luke took the opportunity to assess Billy. Probably in his mid-thirties, Billy was about 6’2, 175 pounds. Skinnier than he or Steve, Billy had a boy-ish look, with a mop of shaggy brown hair and a scruffy, handsome face. He had sleeves of tattoos on both arms and an earing in his right ear. Luke found that he had sex appeal, but different from that of Steve: Billy seemed mischievous and fun, another man unlike any Luke had been with before. “Luke here was just worshipping my POZ dick. He’s taken my loads all weekend. My poison is brewing inside him. He’s becoming my toxic slut.” Steve broke the kiss to say. “Hot,” Billy remarked as he removed his shirt, revealing a torso full of tattoos, including a scorpion to the left of his belly button, similar to the one he did for Steve the day before, and a biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. “Billy’s been taking my loads for years. He is your destiny, Luke. Forget the bullshit life you’ve lead before now 'cause now you’re a fucking slut. My slut. Our slut. Your hole and your dick are fucking poison to everyone but us.” The words were sinking into Luke’s brain as Billy sank to his knees, pulled down Luke’s shorts, and began sucking Luke’s increasingly hard cock. Luke and Steve began to kiss. Once Luke’s dick was hard, Billy alternated between Steve’s and Luke’s cock, licking, sucking, jacking, tonguing them both while the two men kissed above. Steve was precumming a lot when he pulled Billy back up to his feet and ordered “Bedroom.” Each man pulled off his clothing as they stumbled down the hallway, Steve pulling-up the rear to herd his flock. Steve pushed Luke onto all fours, spit on his hole, and lined his prick up with it. Luke braced himself as he felt the pressure of Steve’s massive dick head against his hole. Steve pressed, and Luke’s back arched in response to the pain. Positioning himself in front of Luke, Billy presented Luke with his dick to be pleasured orally. Luke assessed this asset for the first time. Billy’s dick was uncut, about nine inches long, somewhat thick, and curved to the right. His body was clean-shaven. Right above his shaft appeared a tattoo of the letters 'HIV' in red outlined in black. As Billy guided his dick towards Luke’s beautiful lips, Luke had another moment of self-realization. His ass was on fire with Steve’s bare, POZ dick inching itself deeper into his guts, and he was literally about to be face to face with three letters he’d always feared. He thought about his friend’s words of caution during their run earlier, and all of the caution, fear, planning, and pretenses that had guided him through life so far. But he realized there was no turning back now: Steve was right, he was now a fucking slut. He was, in fact, Steve’s fucking slut, so Luke was more than ready to open mouth wide as possible, determined to give Billy’s cock what it deserved. Even so, Luke found Billy’s dick to be fun to suck. With ample foreskin and and interesting bend, Luke's tongue had plenty to explore, even if Luke somehow didn’t quite decipher the tiny blisters Billy was sporting at the time, (more toxicity to the brew inside Luke's body). Luke deep throated him as best he could, licked his balls, stuck his tongue in the slit to extract as much precum as possible. Occasionally Billy pulled his dick away from Luke’s mouth and would slap him in the face with it, grunting endearments like “Swallow my whole cock, you faggot,” or “Yeah, suck on my diseased dick you slut.” Luke's dick responded to each utterance with a twitch of excitement. Occasionally Luke would cry out in pain from Steve’s huge, just-spit-and-precum-lubed cock. Steve wasn’t being gentle in pounding Luke’s hole, which was, in fact, all but wrecked. So after about ten minutes during which Steve and Billy skewered Luke from both ends, Steve made the announcement for which Luke had been looking "I'm close, buddy!" Luke responded by pulsing his ass muscles and pressing back on Steve’s dick as Billy held his dick deep in Luke’s throat and ground his crotch against the boy’s face as Steve muttered "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," pushing deep into Luke’s ass, and then adding with a shout “I’m cumming, I’m blowing my load in you, slut!" A toxic wave of cum crashed in Luke’s ass, which again unhesitatingly accepted Steve's poison, which flowed from Steve’s massive dick in several pulsating volleys of jizz into Luke’s ass. Luke’s sex chute was lubed up with Steve’s cum. With Billy’s cock deep in his throat, Luke looked upward. The letters HIV immediately in his gaze, then a scorpion, then an array of tattoos before his eyes met Billy’s. “Now it’s my turn,” Billy announced with a grin.

Part 2 “So you just let him fuck you, right there in his kitchen?” Luke’s friend asked over brunch several hours later. “Yeah. It was so fucking hot.” Luke had determined that the experience was one to be bragged about, a badge on his sexual resume. “Animalistic, really. He just ripped my pants down, ate my ass, and fucked me. No questions, no small talk, just hot fucking sex with the biggest dick I’ve ever known.” He failed to mention it had been a bareback fuck. “Think you’ll see him again?” “Maybe. I’d like to. I think I’m realizing that I’m into older guys like him. And god he’s ripped.” Luke didn’t provide a full detailed description of Steve – no mention of the tattoos or the piercings or the general leather daddy/kick-someone’s-ass vibe of him. But really, whether Luke was to see Steve again was not a question for Luke to have the answer – the ball was always in Steve’s court. Across town, Steve was getting some more ink: this time, a scorpion tattoo above his pubic line. “We knew as soon as you made eye contact you’d be shooting a load in that guy later.” Billy said responsive to Steve’s tale of fucking Luke a few hours before. Billy had been with Steve at the leather bar the night before and outside afterward when Steve saw his latest conquest. “Damn he had the best, fuzzy bubble butt I’ve seen. I coulda eaten it for days.” “He mention condoms or anything?” Billy asked, knowing Steve only fucked raw. “Nope. Kinda surprised me that he didn’t, seeming so clean cut preppy and all.” “Think you knocked him up?” Steve grinned. “If not last night, I will soon for sure.” Walking home with his new ink covered, Steve texted Luke: “I need your ass again. Today. When can you be at my place?” Luke responded “Great to hear from you. Can’t stop thinking about last night. I can be there in an hour.” And so he was, showing up at Steve’s door wearing a tank top, mesh shorts, a jock strap, and sneakers. Steve let him in, and not five feet inside the door had pushed him down to his knees and inserted his huge flaccid dick into Luke’s beautiful mouth. Steve’s dick grew hard in Luke’s mouth as Luke demonstrated what a good cocksucker he was. He worked Steve’s entire thick, long, veiny shaft. Whenever he got to Steve’s dick’s head, he’d tongue the pre-cum. He was already addicted to its salty, manly goodness. He sucked Steve’s big, hairy balls. He deep throated his dick to the point of gagging on it. He was in heaven devouring the monster dick that had destroyed his ass just 12 hours earlier. Did he taste his own ass on it? Maybe. Finally, Luke noticed Steve’s balls and legs tense, and a torrent of cum spurt into his mouth. Steve held Luke’s head in position, his dick deep in his conquest’s throat. Luke swallowed round after round of the ropey jism that sprayed into his mouth, looking up dutifully in the eyes of his testosterone-filled host. He loved tasting the heavenly load of his dominator. As the waves of cum subsided, Luke began to pull away from the monster cock. Steve held Luke’s head in place and said “You’re not done yet. Keep swallowing. Everything.” And with that, Steve began pissing in the mouth of the unsuspecting jock. Luke was horrified and disgusted initially, trying in vain momentarily to pull away. But when retreat was clearly no option with Steve’s strong hands holding him in place, Luke kept his lips tight around the shaft, swallowed a big gulp, and looked up at his beast-of-a-man host. Luke saw the pleasured look on Steve’s face, and began to understand his role of submission. His anguish subsided and he found himself dutifully, if not happily, swallowing what seemed like gallons of man piss. He loved it. Finally, when Steve had finished using Luke as a urinal, he pulled his conquest off his cock and to his feet, smacking him on the ass. “That was intense. And, I gotta say, really hot, dude," Luke commented, his dick fully erect, and pressing against the fabric of his jock strap and shorts, which were now wet with pre-cum. “Fun’s just getting started, you slut. Take off everything off and follow me,” Steve ordered.

The Package Thief Delivers: Fuck I love the internet. These days you can get almost anything delivered right to your door, but lately my neighborhood – like many parts of DC – have seen a spike in packages being stolen. The folks stealing have no shame and will walk right up on a front porch in broad daylight, scope the package out, heft it, shake it, and then casually walk away with the package tucked under their arm. While the police catch the occasional perpetrator, not enough is being done so it is up to us – the consumer – to come up with a plan and I had a great one. I shop once or twice a week from one of the big, online vendors and made a point of getting to know and making friends with the guy who contracts for them to do the deliveries in my neighborhood. An extra $20 here and there to show my appreciation and he was willing to take the extra step to put my packages inside the entry way instead of leaving them on the porch so they were not visible from the street. I often work from home too so I could chat him up and soon with an offer of a drink, smoke, and a quick blowjob or some raw ass, he was more than happy to drop my packages off at the end of his route so he could spend a few minutes chilling and unwinding and releasing the day’s nutt inside me. Our little connections were always down and dirty and never moved beyond the front entry. I was happy to take it how he wanted - skip the chit-chat, have his drink and smokes ready on the side table and my ass ready to get plowed when he walked in the door. He never called first because he wanted no trace on his phone of anything, and if I was not there waiting when he arrived, I missed out on the dick and he would take his shit to go. Some days it was all of 5 minutes in and out, but he always left my ass throbbing, dripping, and my mind racing to think what I could order next to get him back through. I had seen the delivery guy just the day before, but they sent me the wrong item, so I boxed it back up, printed out the return label, and had set the box in the entryway for him to pick back up. It was getting close to the time of day when he usually shows up so I set his drink and smokes out, a couple hand towels and a wet wash cloth, the lube, and walked back to the bedroom to get the poppers and put on my slut shorts. I had just grabbed the poppers and heard a THUMP and figured he was early and had just come in, so I skipped putting on my shorts and ran back down the hall as quick as I could with just a t-shirt on. I came around the living room wall and stopped short as they man standing in entryway examining the box was not the delivery guy, but someone else. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!” I yelled as I lunged forward, dropping the bottle of poppers onto the wood floor and grabbed for the box. The thief was quicker. He swung the box to his side and as my hands hit nothing but air I fought to get my footing and tumbled to the floor. The thief laughed, set the box against the front door behind him, picked up the can of beer sitting on the side table, popped it open and took several swigs. I got to my knees, frantically looking around for something to use to protect myself, but before I had a chance to move the thief bent forward, grabbed a handful of my hair, yanked my head back a bit and said, “Ease up. Now where did those poppers go, oh right – hand those to me – wait open it first, OK – SNNIIFFF – FUCK I LOVE JUNGLE JUICE!” He handed the open bottle to me, let go of my hair and said, “Open your mouth. Suck my dick.” OK, this was like no robbery I had ever heard of and as soon as he said the words ‘suck my dick’ my own dick sprang to full attention. What the hell. I sniffed the poppers, set the bottle in his open and waiting hands, and as he stuck them under his nose I straightened up a little. His dick did not look all that impressive to start with, but he was uncut, and he had pulled his balls out through his fly too so they made his dick curve out a bit. Once my lips wrapped around his uncut meat the blood started pumping and his dick grew, and grew, and grew some more and was quickly straining his fly as well as my mouth. The thief hit the poppers again then said, “Yeah I’m a fucking grower not a shower. I’m that Magnum filler and headboard killer. Here, hold the bottle, I want to hit the back of your throat good, leave you fucking hoarse while you give me that neck.” I managed to pull my head away and turn to the side and hit the poppers before he clamped his hands on both sides of my head and guided me back onto his throbbing stick. The thief wasted no time now driving his dick balls deep down my throat, making me gag, gasp, and tears fill my eyes and I was fucking loving it! I was clinging to his pant legs like a baby Koala on his mother’s back when he let go of my head, stepped back, spit into his hand and said, “Stand up. Let me see your ass. Is it juicy?” I stood, bent forward leaning against the hall side table and glanced into the mirror as the thief spit on his meat and jacked it with his right hand while probing at my ass with his left. “OH FUCK YEAH, THAT ASS IS NICE AND JUICY, GOING TO KNOCK YOU UP WITH MY COCK SNOT,” and without even a “Do you want to get fucked?” or talk about safe sex, the thief pushed forward, forcing his thick dick into me raw. I flinched but tried to relax and push back while gripping the wood edges of the table. In the mirror, the thief’s eyes gleamed with mischief and evil intent as he raised his arms up over his head like he was fucking Rocky having won another match before plunging forward and making me gasp in shock and awe as his dick spread me open. I closed my eyes, breathed deep, and relaxed my hole some more to let him in. This was not my first time at the rodeo and if he wanted to fuck a juicy raw ass, I would give it to him. A few strokes later I started to bounce back, to ride his raw cock, to show him how good my ass could feel. “THAT’S IT!” he exclaimed, “RIDE THAT FUCKING DICK, OH SHIT NOT YET – COME ON NOW – EASE UP IT – EASE THE FUCK – JESUS GOD DAMN CHRIST I SAID EASE UP OH HELL – YOU WANT THAT NUTT HUH, FUCK YEAH – TAKE THIS NUTT UP THAT JUICY ASS, FUCKING JUICY ASS, SLOSH THAT SH…..OH….GRRR…UGHHH…GRRR….FUCKKKKKK!!!!” I smiled at myself in the mirror as I bounced back and then worked my hips side to side. Who was the fucking thief now? I just stole that nutt, pulled the shit right out of his balls. That would be a fuck he would remember. God damn what was I thinking? This dude broke into my fucking house!! As reality set back in and my mind took over thinking from my ass, I pulled away, scooted to the side, and suddenly felt disgusted and pissed. The thief shook his head to clear the cobwebs of a great orgasm, manhandled his still semi-hard dick back through his zipper into his pants, zipped up, then bent down and grabbed the package that started this whole escapade and said as he walked out the door, “Just what I fucking needed. File your claim on this. Lost in transit or some shit. I’ll be back next time you need a return handled – or maybe sooner.” Lost in thought it took me a moment to realize someone was coming back up the steps and as a shadow started to cover the window in the front door I had a mix of emotions of panic that the thief was coming back, yet hoping that he was as I wanted to get fucked again. I stood up straight and was prepared to tell him he had to work for my ass this time if he wanted it when the door opened and the delivery driver stepped into the foyer. He looked me up and down, my hard dick and ‘just-fucked-silly’ look on my face clear giveaways of what had just occurred. The driver chuckled, started to undo his pants as he walked towards me and said, “You’re always running your mouth about how you want more dick, for me to pimp you out, to gang fuck you and shit. Well guess you are a real slut after all and not just all talk.” As I turned around and backed up on his steel hard dick it started to dawn on me, did he fucking set me up? Did he know the package thief? Was I played? For the moment, that didn’t matter as my hole got spread ad filled by the delivery driver’s dick and soon I would get his load too.

Part 4 -The Final Scene (or just the beginning) I sucked in a gasp of air when I looked up and saw the most perfect man I’d ever laid eyes on. I believe the expression is ’built like a brick shithouse’. Short dark hair, olive skin, bearded, dark eyes deep enough to drown in. He wasn’t a wall of muscles, though I’m sure most of his bulk was muscle, but he didn’t look all bulging and ripply. Well, some parts were bulging. He just looked impressively big. And sexy as fuck! My hole began to quiver in anticipation. It was already trashed beyond recognition, but I still had the inexplicable urge to get fucked again by this hunk of a man. A kind of crooked grin spread on the big man’s face, and he slowly walked over, looking down at me. He crouched down and looked me in the eyes, hard and deep, then said, “You might have let all of my friends use that pig hole of yours, but I used it first. You belong to me,” in a voice so deep and husky I almost didn’t pay attention to the actual words he’d said. Holy fuck! This is the first guy who raped me tonight! He’s the one who got this all started. I don’t know if I should hate him for doing it, or love him for getting the ball rolling. I guess the look of shock and arousal showed on my face and he grinned down at me. “Good, I knew you’d want more.” He stood and turned around to Mr. Mean and Average Guy and said, “You guys are done with him tonight. He’s mine. I fucked him first -that ass belongs to me.” Apparently he was the big man on campus, because they both just nodded. “You still have my DNA in you from earlier?” Mr. Perfect asked me. I shook my head nervously, sure that he wouldn’t be happy to hear that. “What the fuck did you do with it? You didn’t douche it out, I hope. That was prime viral cum I gave you -you don’t waste that shit.” “I made him push it out and lick it up,” Mr. Mean told him. He looked back at me and smiled. “Well, at least it’s in your belly. Let’s get some more baby makers in you,” he said, stripping quickly and getting on his knees behind me. At this point my ass was so stretched that I didn’t feel any pain when he entered me. The large dick head popped into my cum-sloppy hole and he let out a sigh. “Well you guys loosened him up nicely. He damn near strangled my dick earlier,” he said to his friends, now feeding my ass the entire shaft until he was balls deep in me. He held my hips, pulled back and then slammed full-length into me. He did this several times, slow and methodical. He was owning my ass, and making sure that my ass knew who it belonged to now. He sped up and pumped my hole hard and steady for a couple of minutes and then held deep. I could feel his giant cock swelling as it spewed toxic seed deep into me. “There, you got a quick load from me. Now let’s put that DNA to good use,” he told me. He didn’t get soft even for a moment, and then just went on fucking and pounding me, roughing my ass up even more -if it’s possible at this point. He was bound and determined to make sure that his viral cum got into my bloodstream and got me pregnant. And as that thought swirled around in my mind, I became so horny I began to thrust back onto his huge meat, my wet ass making loud smacking sounds every time his hips slammed into me. That seemed to really get him turned on, and he motioned his two friends to come over and have me suck them while he fucked me. I’ve never been so full in my life. His cock was like having 2 in my ass, and at some points I had both cocks in my mouth at the same time. Double stuffed! I was in pig heaven! Exhausted, and sure to be sore for days, but this feeling was better than anything I’ve ever known. And every time I reminded myself that I got toxic seed from all of these guys blasted deep inside me, it only seemed to urge me on. Now I craved it and wanted more! I kept shoving my ass back onto that monster cock, impaling myself, and enjoying every filling second of it. The guys I was sucking decided that I should swallow their loads at the same time, so they jacked their dicks right to the point of blowing, then jammed them into my waiting mouth. Even after having already blown loads, they shot a very impressive amount of cum in my mouth. I struggled to keep it all in my mouth, but I didn’t want to lose a drop. I didn’t swallow it, though. They pulled their sensitive cocks from my mouth, and I clamped my lips shut to avoid any spillage, and then I savoured their HIV cum as it rolled around, slithering over my tongue and pooling underneath it. The guys knew what I was doing and seemed to get off on it. “He didn’t swallow our loads yet, he’s enjoying it in his mouth first,” Mr. Mean told the big guy behind me. That seemed to spur Mr. Perfect on, and he really let me have it, holding nothing back now, using my hole to get himself off again. “You’re such a good fucking cumdump,” he growled, grabbing my hips harder as he slammed into me more relentlessly. “Don’t’ swallow those fucking loads until I’m cumming again, got it?” he asked. I just nodded, and continued to ram my ass back to meet his hard thrusts. We were fucking like two wild animals, both of us grunting, him growling, and drenched in sweat. The entire area stunk of cum and sweat -I wish I could bottle that smell and wear it every day. Finally I could tell he was about to cum, and then he gritted his teeth, growled like a bear, pumped my hole hard and fast and then froze and held deep. “That’s it, take my toxic DNA inside you,” he told me. “Now swallow those loads, you little cumpig.” I let them slither down my throat, slowly, enjoying every drop of it. The taste of those loads combined with his huge rod jammed deep in my hole finally pushed my body over the edge and without touching my dick, I blew. Shot after shot of my own cum splattered the plastic sheet beneath me. “Fuck, man, the pig just shot off without touching his dick. What a whore!” Mr. Mean howled. Then Mr. Perfect leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest, and whispered in my ear. “That ass belongs to me now. If it didn’t happen yet, I’m going to get you pregnant with my charged load. You’re going to get HIV and be my poz pig. Got it?” He might as well have been reciting romantic poetry in my ear because all I could feel at that moment was excitement. And horny. He pulled me back a foot or so from where we knelt, and then shoved my face down to the plastic to lick up my load. When I had gotten it all, he pulled me back to him, turned my head and, for the first time, kissed me. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth, massaging my tongue, and trying to taste as much of my load as he could. “Mmm, you’ve got some tasty cum, there, whore,” he said to me. He gently eased his semi-hard cock out of my trashed hole. “Get your clothes on. You’re coming home with me,” he added, giving my ass a quick slap. “My little poz pig.”

Fucking hot! Had an experience with a poz guy who was insisting he wouldn't cum in me because he didn't want to poz me! I said he could deposit it where he liked, but he was very insistent. When it came to it, once things had got going I wrapped my legs round him and did what I could until he blew his load in me! When he tried to pull out I just gripped tighter and told him to cream my hole! Afterward, I used my fingers to clean anything leaking from my hole and noticed it was a mixture of blood and cum!

"He looks like Harry Potter," he told me over the phone. There I was listening to my ex-husband tell me about his latest conquest. His comments were little more than babble about a 20 year old kid with whom he had hooked up with the night before. Of course, it started out with his usual, "I met him online and he just came over for coffee." There were several reasons my ex was, just that, my ex, including his voracious appetite for hooking up without disclosing as much to me. I suppose now that he and I had officially broken-up, he was trying to turn over a new leaf to win me back. I had called to let him know I would not be home for a couple more days due to work and Pride festivities. And another reason was, to be honest I was having fun! While my ex and I continued to live in the same house, purely for financial reasons, it had was at least a civil break up, and left me free to do what I wanted without any sense of guilt. My mind was wandering as he was talking, I only heard the important stuff, namely the kid's stats and the word 'bare'. I was well aware my ex was still trying to find ways to win me back, and he had caught my attention with that one word - BARE! I had found out only four months previous I was poz. I had been to my doctor's office for a routine exam. He felt it would be good for me to have a blood test. I was not surprised when his office called to have me come back in. I almost always play bareback... in fact I often turned guys down how insisted on only playing covered. I would go to bath house and get bred in dark corners, gloryholes, steam rooms, and group scenes. I was a cum slut who offered my bare hole up too any cock willing to pump cum inside me. My record night in one bath house had ended with me losing track after 16 loads. My hole was slick and dripping cum down my thighs making it sticky as I walked to the shower. Here is my ex telling me how "Harry" only gets fucked bare. "Fuck that is hot" I responded. "Does he let ANYONE fuck him bare?" By now, my heart is pounding, the wheels are turning in my head, and my cock is getting HARD in my underwear. "Well, he says he does and he let me fill him last night." - my ex boasted. "When you come home, we could have a threesome and take turns fucking him." "Is he poz or neg?" - I asked. Being newly poz, I was asking everyone. "He is clean and neg" comes his response. I responded with "oh...Does he know I am poz?" "No, I did not tell him - says my Ex. My mind was already cooling me down. I was already thinking I was ruled out. There was no way a neg 20 yo was going to let me fuck him bare. My Ex must have sensed my disappointment cuz he quickly added - "I will tell him and mention you would be interested in a 3some." "Cool, well, I will be home in a couple more days. I guess you have time to find out." I spent the next two days wondering if my ex had told him I was poz. Even as I crawled in bed for the last night away, I wondered if this kid got scared off by my status or did he agree? I would have to find out in the morning I thought to myself. At 3 AM, I am startled awake by my cell phone. "Hello" - I said in my groggy haze. Instead of someone talking on the other end, I could hear people fucking. The sound of sex was unmistakeable - moaning, bed moving, and balls slapping against an ass. I looked at the caller id to see my home phone. Immediately, I recognized some of the moans and groans as my ex. The other set of moans and groans came from an unknown voice, but I quickly assumed it had to be "Harry". Without thinking, my hand was under the sheets stroking my pierced cock. Yup, horny sex pig I am had gotten myself a Prince Albert a few years before. I listened to the sounds of them fuck for 20-30 minutes. I could tell from the sounds my ex was getting close to blowing his load. My ex's voice breaks the moans - "Will your ass be ready for a 3-some with my ex and I tomorrow?" "U huh!" - moans Harry. "Yeah? You will ride his poz cock?" "U huh, but he has to pull out..." groaned Harry, as the sound of fucking sped up. My ex was really slamming this boy good. "We can tell him to pull out ...but I am going to pump mine in you like this!" My ex lets out a loud moan and drives his load in the hole he had been abusing. This was all the encouragement I needed. Harry was going to ride my poz cock bare after my ex loaded him up! My cock started to erupt thick strands of poz cream onto my chest and stomach!! The phone had hung up as soon as my ex finishing pumping cum in Harry. Boy, He was still pushing my buttons!! During my drive home the next day, my mind was racing. Did Harry know I was listening in? Did he know I was so turned on I blasted a load all over myself? I assumed my ex had done it as bait for me, but Harry would not know anything. I arrived home with several friends who I had gone to pride with. They all wanted to come up and say hi. No one had any idea about Harry or the phone call or even the fact the three of us would all be fucking that night!! When we walked in the apartment, my ex greeted all our friends while I placed my suitcase and laptop in my room. I came back to the living room to see everyone but Harry. I was waiting to meet Harry. "So where is your "coffee date" - coyly, I said to my ex. "Oh, he is on the balcony having a smoke." I did not want to seem to anxious so I acted unimpressed. Within a few minutes, the sliding door opens. There in the doorway is a very young looking Harry. My ex introduces him to all our friends but saves my introduction for last. When it is my turn, I smile and put out my hand. There he is a cute smile, shy look, and the prettiest baby blue eyes looking back at me through round little glasses. He does look like Harry I think to myself. I can feel lust inside me as I say - "Hi." We go back to the conversations with our friends. After about an hour, everyone leaves for their home. Harry excuses himself too saying he needed to do a couple things back at his place before joining us for dinner and drinks. As promised, Harry returns in time for dinner. The night was great. Harry had a great personality and the more wine he drank he seemed to loosen up around me. Before long it was 2 AM, all we had done was talk and have a great evening. I was getting tired so I told them I was going to bed. It was a long day plus I had the early morning phone call that had me up. After getting ready, I got naked and slip into bed. Shortly, after shutting my light off, Harry opens the door and wanders into my room. We had been drinking wine for hours so to say we were both tipsy was an understatement. Wine in hand, he starts telling me how he knows we were going to have a 3some. As I go to sit up, I bump his wine glass spilling some on my comforter. He apologizes, leaves my room, and comes back with paper towel. As I start dabbing up the red wine, he leans in closer to me. I cannot resist kissing him. Quickly, we are feeling each other up. We start undressing each other as my ex enters the room. He had orchestrated the whole thing - the dinner, the wine, and now the threesome. We all continued to undress. Harry dropped to his knees and started to blow me., but not before I got a look at his naked form. He had a hairy chest, huge set of balls that hung half way down his inner thigh, and a 7.5" uncut cock which was pointing straight up toward the ceiling. I was soon lost in the blow job. He was very good at what he did. I was ROCK hard in no time. As he sucked my knob, my ex had positioned himself behind him with his thick cut cock pushing against Harry's eager hole. Roughly, my ex shoves his entire thick cock in to the base in one move. Harry winces in pain but keeps sucking on my cock. In no time, the images from the night before are being recreated in front of me. Harry is taking it like a champ. He is enjoying being spit roasted. It seemed quick but 20 minutes later my ex lets out a GIANT groan as he is unloading in Harry's cute bubble butt. After my ex pulls out, I took my cue to move behind Harry. I finally get a look at his pale white bubble butt. It looked so edible I had to bury my tongue in his open, cum filled hole. the taste of his hot ass filled with cum only fuels my desire to finally mount him. As I do, Harry says - "fuck me bare, but remember no cumming in me. I am not poz and trying to stay that way." I am so turned on I agree and fully intend to honour his wishes. I am beginning to think there could be more for us, so I do not want to just use Harry as a fuck. He was also the first neg bottom I had played with since finding out I was poz. I did not need much lube for my Prince Albert to slide in the opening my ex had left for me. Harry moaned as I slowly pushed into him. The load of cum my ex left was lubing the sides of my cock. Harry may have been fucked by my ex but I am 7" long and quite a bit thicker than him so he moaned as I stretched him open. Since I mostly bottom myself and he was the tightest hole I ever pumped into, I realized it would not be long for me to toss a load. I took a deep breath and slowly pumped back and forth. I leaned forward and starting licking and kissing Harry's lips and tongue. He was responding to my tongue's advances with the same hunger I had for him. I kept thinking about how hot he felt on my cock. Harry was pushing back into me HARD. HE was grinding my pole deeper into him. I started pounding HARDER. This hot boy was rubbing my sides and butt with his hands as I pummelled his sweet ass. I could feel my cum load welling up in my balls. By now, my balls needed to explode. I was literally a second from exploding. I had to pull out right now, but at the same moment I was pulling out Harry's legs and hands had wrapped around me too tight for me to get out in time. My entire body and cock convulsed in unison as my poz load rocketed into his ass. It was not only exciting and relieving to pump my load out, but also I was panicking about pozzing this boys ass. At the same moment I was cumming, Harry`s hole tightened. I could feel his whole body shake as he shot his load onto the sheets beneath us. As our orgasms were waning as he released his grip on me. I slowly started to draw my cock from his ass. When my pa popped out I saw a dark drop hit the white comforter. We were SO spent from the amazing sex, the copious amounts of wine, and the late night that we fell asleep cuddling with one another. When we finally woke late the next morning , we smile and kissed each other. I asked him - ``why did you hold onto me so I could not pull out as I unloaded my poz cum. He explained - ``It was not planned. As I was about to get off I had hung onto you so I could get off. I did not realize until you were cumming it was going into me.`` He looked at me with a sparkle in his bright blue eyes. I smiled back and suggested we shower together. As I got up to leave, I looked down at the comforter to see a mix of blood and wine. Again, I wondered what had I done. I was newly poz and he was neg. I joined him in the shower. I told him how I wondered if it was ok what we had just done. There was a good chance he could now be poz. He smiled with his blue eyes and kissed me again. After seeing his eyes, I never worried or asked again. I was right. He ended up being more than just a fuck. We have been together for seven years now. We never talked about pulling out again and yes my new bf found out 4 months later he was poz too.

the more i read these kind of stories, the more i want to take poz cock

I lost my virginity at the age of 15, and had girlfriends off and on, so off and on I got a blow job, or occasionally got to fuck a girl, but looking back it seemed as if sex wasn't satisfying - sort of as if I was always, in some unknown way, holding back. In addition, as generally girls didn't want to swallow my load, I found blow jobs less than truly satisfying. Anyway, I was 19 or 20 - legal but not old enough to go to bars. But I was curious about gay bars and once I tried them, I found that the doormen weren't as strict as they were at college bars. It wasn't hard to get picked up and get blow jobs, but I didn't think of any of it as more than blowing a load in a willing mouth. That changed one night when I went to a biker bar and a guy named Jay started chatting me up. He seemed much older at the time (probably 40) and as we talked he cupped my cock through my jeans and massaged it. He was a big, good-looking guy, complete Marlboro man type. Keys on the left, which even then I knew meant he was a top. After a while he asked me over to his apartment, which was nearby. I told him I had no interest in bottoming or fucking of any kind and just wanted a blow job, and he said that was what he had in mind. Jay gave me the first real blow job I ever had. He could take it all the way down his throat in one swallow... it was like he had muscles in his throat that could actually milk the head. Drove me crazy. He edged me for a while and then told me that when I was going to blow I should tell him. Shit, I thought, he's going to pull off and jerk me off. No way. When I said "Shit, I'm gonna come," he grabbed my ass with both hands and sucked me even deeper in his throat. I blew the biggest load of my life straight down his throat -- it was like he didn't even swallow. That was what I always wanted from sex and never found. It was fucking incredible, a complete head rush. We took a break and I had a smoke while he drank a beer and put on some porn. It was hardcore fucking like I hadn't seen before -- a rough top really ripping a guy's ass. Before long I was hard as a rock again and stroking myself. Jay said, "Hey, let's try something different." He laid down on his back with his head hanging off the bed and said "I want you to fuck my throat like that guy" (the guy in the movie). "Don't worry. You can't hurt me. Make me gag on it. Make me take it." He got a bottle of poppers out of a drawer and took four hard hits on it, finishing with putting the bottle in his mouth and taking a mouth hit. By the time he was done he was grabbing for my cock and shoving it in his mouth, groaning. I grabbed his head and started fucking his mouth like I was fucking an ass (or a pussy). He just moaned and took it. It started to feel good, so I did it harder. Then it started to feel really good. I went harder. After a few minutes, he coughed and started to choke, and I automatically started to pull out, but he groaned and grabbed my ass, holding my cock in his throat. When he was sure I wasn't going to stop he got out the poppers again and took a couple more hits, then took me down his throat again until he choked. This time I didn't hesitate and pounded his throat. The more he coughed and gasped, the more I fucked his throat. He never touched his cock but it was completely hard. For the first time in my life I felt like this was the way I wanted to fuck -- just using a mouth like a hole. This time when I came I held his head and forced my cock and cum as far down his throat as I could, yelling. When I let go he just curled up on the bed and tried to get his breath. After a while he said, "That's how you fuck a throat, man. That's how you fuck, period." Jay gave me his number and I called him a few days later. Over the next few months he taught me a lot more, including how to use poppers and how to get in the head space where the bottom is absolutely nothing but a hole. There are more stories, but that's enough for now.

OK, I finally got time to answer your questions... I went over to Jay's every week or two for about four months. Like I said, he was a top but still versatile enough to want to show me how to do it right. He would lay with his head hanging over the bed and I would stand over him and fuck his throat, usually after he took a big hit of poppers. I tried poppers and thought they were OK, but I was 20 or 21 and didn't really need them, if you know what I mean (and I didn't like the headache afterward). Jay had a three-bedroom apartment and had regular sex parties. I never went, but he showed me some photos -- sucking, fucking, some on a rim seat and a few with a guy getting pissed on in a bathtub. Jay's face was never in them, but he was always topping. Anyway, we had one really hot throat-fucking session one day. I had taken a huge hit of poppers and found myself really just raping his throat (he was poppered up and willing, of course). The gagging and coughing really turned me on and I shot hard. Later when we were cleaning up he invited me to come to a party that Saturday night -- "no pressure," just a chance to hang out and see what was up. It was a pretty horny scene in some ways -- and in others, not so much to me. There were some guys in full leather, which didn't interest me. One bedroom had an anything goes scene with guys sucking and fucking. In the living room there was a lot of beer and a couple of pigs going around sucking any cock they could find. Since I was new and younger, both were on me pretty quickly -- one was OK and the other was pretty good, but what felt great was when they sucked my dick at the same time (one on the shaft, one on the head). After some of this I shot a load and they both were on me trying to eat every drop. After that I had another beer and a couple of smokes, deciding whether I wanted to stay or not. I was horny again pretty quick but to be honest the scene wasn't as hot as I wanted. I went to the back to see if I could find Jay. The door to the back bedroom was only about half-open. There was no light. I went in and found a guy just a few years older than me sprawled on the bed on his stomach, really out of it. One of the leather guys was fucking him, and another guy was holding down the guy's arms, which was barely necessary since the guy getting fucked was just moaning softly. Two more guys were watching and jerking it -- one of them was Jay. The leather guy started making noises like he was going to come, and the guy holding down the bottom's arms started saying, "Do it. Shoot that load. Shoot that load in his ass. Get it in there. Get it deep." The leather guy suddenly shuddered, pushed as far as he could into the young guy's ass, and obviously dropped a huge load inside. Suddenly Jay's arm was around me. "You want that?" he said. I shook my head no and realized I'd been jerking my cock. "Come on, man," Jay said. "Just put the tip in. See how it feels." The guy on the bed was sort of groping behind himself blindly, feeling around for a cock. So I did. Grabbed his ass and just put the tip of my cock in. It was warm and very slick with cum. The guy tried to back up on my dick. I didn't want to do it, but suddenly I was really hard and thought maybe I would jerk off on the guy's asshole. I felt Jay's arm around me. With his left hand he put a bottle of poppers under my nostril and closed the other nostril. With his other hand he guided my dick deeper into the guy's ass. These poppers were a LOT better than the ones he'd used before and suddenly all I wanted to do was fuck this kid's ass. Hard. And I did it. He started to moan and yell and the guy holding his arms locked his arms to the bed and locked eyes with me while I fucked what turned out to be his boyfriend, who was being whored out for the night. "Fucking load his ass!" the guy commanded, and I shot REALLY quick, quicker than I thought possible. Without even thinking about or being aware it was happening I was cumming up his ass and it felt great. To this day I still like a lot of things I really discovered that day -- anon sex, hard sex, being serviced by guys who were being whored out by their boyfriends. Still love fucking a throat while a guy's getting fucked at the other end, preferably by his partner or master who is getting off by watching his sub used. Anyone into that, hit me up.

So within the last week I've taken my first two known Poz loads. One at the beginning of the week and one last night, and I'm going back for more tonight. Two different guys though. First guy said he was Poz but "healthy" whatever that means and the second guy was poz-und. Absolutely CUTE AS FUCK! With a very hot biohazard tatt right above his dick! I could have kissed and worshipped just his tatt all night! I feel much more confident now that I've had "known" poz loads. Up to this point it's just been either "neg" guys or no discussion at all...

I can't comment on what it feels like for tops as I am a bottom. But I like wearing one as well. It makes my cock rock hard when getting fucked (which I like) and pushes out my balls. Bigger chance of a top with low hangers hitting my balls with his :-)

I was the only one in the dorm in a midwestern university over the Thanksgiving break. I went to the truckstop to cruise. There I found a guy whose car had broken down. No mechanics on the Thanksgiving holiday. He was on his way home for his Thanksgiving--another 8 hours. He was really dejected, sad, and lonely. He had called his dad as he had no money for a motel. Dad tried wiring money, didn't work. We ate at the truckstop and I took him to the dorm with me. It was cold and snowing. He was 22, 6'2", very dark hair, heavy 5 o'clock shadow, dark eyes. I offered him my bed and would sleep in my mate's. He said why mess up two. He fucked me with his big uncut cock for hours, giving me load after load. We spent most of Thursday in bed. Friday the money had come and he had the car fixed. He stayed Friday night and returned to Michigan on Saturday. We kept in touch and met several times a year. What a bod! I haven't seen him in over 5 years but still dream of that Thanksgiving.

Wow! Some of you guys have twisted fantasies! Haha. Mine is plain vanilla butt's get fucked by my boyfriend's dad. And have bf walk in on us.

This made me spunk so hard man, two guys cumming together raw is fucking hot as anything!

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

I think porn is largely to blame here. They show tops just going in all the way. No foreplay just ram it in and fuck away. For most bottoms that does not work. Go slow at first and yes rimming first helps, but take your cues from your bottom. He really wants you to fuck him or you wouldn't be there. Just take it slow.

If more foreplay or poppers won't help, I'd move on. Sex shouldn't be frustrating or a battle of endless stop and starts.

Last night. Got a text around 11pm. Was already in bed reading when I got a text from the two French businessmen I am seeing on an irregular basis. They were in town again for meetings next week, horny and looking to fuck. Got up, cleaned and went over to their hotel (which is luckily around the corner) within an hour. Got home by 2am with 4 loads. These guys are incredible and I love it when they call me "putain" , drill my hole and plant a load in me.

By: spreaDNAround http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=Wntk9-G108- Hotel Orgy Gangbang: 5 loads in one cumdump ass Bottom buddy was in the mood for loads....so I invited a few top buds on over to the hotel. What started out as a three way turned into a five way with a dedicated bottom. With each load the bottom took, another buddy kept feltching the bottom's ass clean. I gave the first load and it was all down hill from there. Plenty off ass to mouth, feltching, tag teaming, breeding, cumming in this video.

I have been taking loads raw for the last 44 of my 59 years- got a partner in 1984 and we fucked raw until I tested poz in Jan of 1987- then the few rare fucks he threw after that were always wrapped, and not very good for either of us. I was still staying slightly satisfied with some porn store sex and park play. Moved out in 2000 and have been a certifiable slut since,and while a few rubbered up cock have hit the hole ( hey, some is better than none) better than 99.89% of my lifelong cock were raw, and I just keep working that percentage closer to 100%

my first time i met the guy at his , i stripped off and sucked him hard , while he dosed me with poppers, then he said i want to fuck you, i said , pull out when you get close so he's fucking me and and giving me more poppers when he said im going to cum in you, i asked him not to, he said to late pinned me down and came in me, i was shocked ,i was back for a repeat, he asked me , ''you going make me pull out'' i said no cum in me

Snaketat, you are starting a new journey many of us are going through. Some challenges ahead but almost all can be resolved and not all that scary. My hiv doctor always tell me I won't die of aids, but whatever I would have died from before hiv. My advice: 1. Get a good doctor who spends time with you and whom you like. 2. Know your numbers with regular tests. All sound a bit new but they are part of you. 3. Do not be afraid to start the new medications we now have. Be aware of long term side-effects and not be afraid of them. We live in a dangerous world after all. There are toxins every where. I started Atripla when my CD4 dropped to 350. The first 2 weeks I had the most amazing vivid dreams - all good and some were unexpectedly sexy! Won't mind having them again... 4. Continue to be responsible. There are other infections beside hiv e.g. Hep C. 5. Good time to review your lifestyle and stay healthy. 6. Get on with your life as before hiv became a part of it. Good luck!

First post here. Just stealth fucked a guy 5 minutes ago. He lives about half mile from me. He and I chatted on Grindr for a while. He flaked a few times and refused to give phone number. I almost put him in the fake category. Hit up on him again this morning. A lot of back-and-force. Give him my address. I was still not sure if he would show up. He asked for condoms a few times. I prepared a condom for him, by cutting the head off. He showed up. no chit chat. took his clothes off. nice swimmer body. semi-hairy chest. Took his pants off. 8 real inch cock when it is soft. We made out for 30 seconds. His cock grew to about 9 inch and thick. hairy crotch and hairy ass. put him on all fours. lube his ass up. Put the prepared condom on while he was watching. With some effort, I was in his hole in a minute. it was fairly easy to enter his hole. push him down, lying flat on bed. Pounded him hard. He was moaning loudly. Withdrew my cock, the condom wrapped around the end of my cock. Got back to doggy again. Took some poppers and cum quietly in his ass. His cock stayed hard. Withdrew my cock, ate his hairy ass for a while. ate out my load and just spread it deep and around so that he would not feel the load later. Sucked his cock from behind. Very hot. I took the condom off my cock. Stood him up. Sucked him for 30 seconds. Tossed the condom in the toilet in front of him. I came back and sucked him more. I just realized his body is nicely hairy and sexy. He wanted to cum on my face. I usually dont like that. But I do want him back again. Fingered his ass with two fingers while he jacked off. He came on my face, shoulder, and the floor, A LOT! later, he told me he came yesterday. I'd definitely want to fuck him again. We will see if he wants a repeat.

Last month, during the month of October, I spent a few days in L.A. and I hosted several gangbangs where I was the only bottom, taking anonymous loads. The total load count was about 100, and the most I got in any given day was around 30 loads. I can't describe how amazing the experience was. Afterwards my hole oozed cum for two days. This was my first true experience as a cumdump for for so many guys! And, although I'm not an American, I hope to pick-up where I left off when I next travel to America. Sadly I don't have pictures or videos. A few guys took some but haven't sent them to me, so if you happen to be one of those guys to have pics or videos, please let me know. I'd love to have some to remember the experience. Who knows? Maybe next time I'll end-up with a video take that I can upload for everyone to enjoy. If you have any questions, feel free to ask By the way, my nickname on the Breeding.Zone is the same I use on BBRT.

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.

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!

i usually go commando - in tight jeans, leather or rubber... i also like wearing a jockstrap, cum- or piss-stained is the best...

They're missing out on the best part of being a bottom. Seeing the tops expression or hearing his grunt as he nuts deep inside, knowing the pleasure you're both experiencing can't be beat. If you're going to get fucked bare it makes no sense not to go all in.

CHAPTER 12: Cod: I knew Adam would be here fast, when he’s horny he never wastes time; he’s been more reliable than my Dad lately, as far as, loading up my ass goes. I was naked, lubed and incredibly horny for that big piece of meat between his legs. Poz or not -- I wanted an ass full of Adam’s cum. It was after 8, my Dad wasn’t here, and I was feeling very pervy and playful, I decided to leave Adam a note. I stuck it on the front door reading, “Strip – lube up – then come find me”. I heard a car pull, and did a quick look, Dad pulls in the garage, I knew it must be Adam. It was too dark for me to see him but I could tell someone was getting out of the car and walking to the door. I decide I’d better be ready, and put on the blind fold, and get in position (face down, ass up). I wait. Nothing. I can hear the alarm jingle when the front door opens; so far nothing. Then I hear the car door, the engine start up and the car pulls off. “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?!?”, I’m thinking. I go down stairs, the car is definitely gone. I started to wonder, “Maybe that wasn’t Adam?”.. holy crap, who could it have been, I wasn’t expecting anyone, not sure about Dad. This wasn’t like Adam, I sent him a text, “Were you just here? Coming?”. I waited around a few minutes – nothing. I’m pissed now, my ass needs attention bad, no Dad, no Sam, no FUCKING Adam, “FUCK!”. I decide to get on BBRT again and see who’s on, who checked me out and find some bare cock. A lot of guys check me out on this site, most of them, aren’t online though. I start typing out a Quick Connect ad, and the phone buzzes, “Yeh was me, had to get something, back in 10 minutes.. be ready”. I thought, “What in actual fuck did he need to go get? Seriously?” I couldn’t figure it out. I finish the Quick Connect ad, “Tight bottom looking for now for loads in well used ass”, posted it, and headed upstairs to wait for Adam. Mark (Cod’s Dad): Lying on the bed, waiting and looking very horny, is the hottest ass I’ve seen since my boy Cod -- my “Surprise” it seems. Sam never disappoints. His ass is round and looks tight, just how I like them, Cod might even get jealous if he sees how I’m practically drooling right now. Sam never lets up on the premise or purpose, he’s glaring at me, lightly touching my balls, my cock -- rock hard. We’re standing far enough from the bed, and speaking lightly enough, that I’m fairly certain the boy can’t hear us. Sam raises his eyebrows as if to say, “We’re gonna do this right?”, I smile and nod an affirmation. At that moment we both know this boy is going to get loaded, and I know, he’s getting at least one load of poz cum. I look at Sam, and then again at the ass on the bed. I start imagining all the times I’ve bred Cod’s tight ass and how great it feels; I miss him. Lusting over this boy though, Its not simple to explain the complex emotions I’m feeling, Sam is probably right, the entire last week I’ve had fuck flu or what I’ve heard referred to as ‘primary infection’, I sero-converted. I’m HIV+ now and I let Sam do this to me -- willingly. Sam can see my head swimming, “Hey… hey… don’t get too deep in thought on all this,” he smiles looking down at my hard cock, “Need you thinking with that head”. That is exactly what I need to hear, I nod, “I’m good Sam, we’re gonna fuck and breed him poz”. Even if I wasn’t poz yet I believed Sam. Sam just glared at me with one of his devious smiles. I hear the back door open and close, “Expecting someone?”, “Ummm… Yeah… be right back, get acquainted with our boy.” I walk over to the bed, this boy is lean and cute with his face down, and his ass up – ready and vulnerable. I think, “He wants to be knocked up! He deserves whatever he gets for letting this happen.” I’m in heaven, “This is a hell of a surprise Sam”, I mumble. Looking down at his ass my cock is so hard – “Gotta a big poz load built up for you boy”, he twitches a bit as I say it. Sliding my cock along the crack of his ass, he moans, I think, “Holy fuck… he’s already been fucked.” “Ahhh… ahhh… “, I hear a few more moans from him, “yeah… fuck me… please.. please breed me.”, so hot, he’s begging for it. “Not yet boy”, its thing I can think to say. I keep teasing his hole, sliding my cock in the cum thats leaking out. “…haven’t cum in 2 weeks boy… you’re getting it”, he keeps moaning, he wants it, “This boy is going to get an ass full of fucking poz cum from us”, is all I can think. I keep teasing his ass and it occurs to me, I hope he really does want to be HIV+, and I really hope he tests positive after we get done with him. “You want this boy?”, teasing him, “I’m poz. You sure you want this man’s hiv-positive cum?”, “Yeah.. ahhhhh… ahhhh… Yes, Sir.. breed me”, he begs, he’s moaning and ready, lightly pushing his ass back against my cock. I did my part I asked him what he wanted, if he’s HIV+ after we fuck, then, I reasoned, well he knew what he was getting. Sam returns with another guy and motions me over. “Don’t move boy” is all I say before leaving that beautiful hole. The boy raises his head up and turns toward me, “Yes sir”, he’s really cute, even blindfolded. I get a good look at him, and then it hits me, “Holy fuckkk… “, I mumble, its that cutie Jake from the testing center. “No wonder he’s testing so often”, I think, this puts a smile on my face. Sam looks at me, speaking very softly, “Mark… this is Sergei”. Sergei looks Russian, he’s about 35 or so and very good looking. Sergei and I check each other out, his cock looks huge, its uncut, and in an accent that is distinctly Russian sounding to me, “You are poz now?” I lean in to him a bit, “Actually .. I tested neg kinda recently, but been really sick this last week.. he thinks its fuck flu.”, I raise my eyebrows as if to say, “You?”. “Poz”, he grunts, “You’re welcome”, Sam chimes in grinning. I look at Sam’s cock and Sergei’s cock, both of them are leaking precum. I look at my cock and its leaking like a faucet, I’m thinking, “Here stand two HIV+ men because of Sam’s cock”; I wonder how many guys got the bug from him? I decide to play coy and keep the fact that I know Jake to myself, “You sure he’s neg?”, “Recently tested”, “No joke”, I thought. “We’ve done this few time, …find a guy who’s chasing, really try and give it to him; there’s five of us, six with you here, at these little parties when things line up.”, “That how you converted?”, I ask Sergei, Sam shakes his head putting his arm around Sergei, “No. He and I had lots and lots of hot private time – kinda like me and you”, smiling. Sam gets a bit of that evil look I’m used to, “Sergei isn’t taking his meds right now .. either.”, “Fuck!”, escapes my lips. “How many times?”, “Four guys so far, all bred, all tested HIV+… because of these little get togethers”. I can hear Sergei under his breathe, “Ohhh yeah…”, and I look down at his big poz prick again, I’m starting to envy Jake a bit. Jake is really cute, its hard to believe that he’s 19 and letting poz men try to knock him up. I knew I wanted to have sex with Jake when we met at the testing center and here he is, naked, horny, and the three of us are going to pump massive amounts of poz spunk deep inside that hot little bare ass. “How many loads in him?”, “Three so far. Little while before you got here.”, “Fuck yeah”, -- I feel Sam’s devious grin snaking its way across my face. We move towards the bed, and Sam reaches into the nightstand, he pulls out a toothbrush and holds it up, showing us, while putting a finger over his lips to indicate silence. “Ready for more boy?”, “Uhhhh huh…”, “What?”, and Sam rubs his cock against the boy’s wet hole again to tease him, “Yesss.. Sir”. “Got some friends to join us boy.. we got something special just for you”, Sam says, removing his cock and lightly rubbing the toothbrush against Jake’s hole. “Ohhhh… ohhhh… “, I see him squirm a little, I guess that feels different than the head of someone’s dick. Sam teases Jake’s ass lips with the brush, looks over at me and Sergei, then at our cocks. I look down and it’s obvious we’re all seriously wet and our precum is going everywhere. Sam grabs my cock and gently wipes as much of my precum onto the bristles as he can, then he repeats the process with Sergei’s and then his own cock. He mouths to us, “Watch this” as the business end of the brush slowly disappears into Jake’s bare ass. “Ohhhh… ohhhh… what the… “, “Relax boy… you’ll be ok. Relax”, Sam tells him; he pushes it in several more inches. Sam looks up at me with that smile, motions us to move closer, “Hold his ass open”, Sam moves out of the way and Sergei steps close enough to Jake using both hands to help keep his ass open. I look at Sam quizzically, he puts my hand on the brush and makes slow back and forth motions. I move the toothbrush back and forth, but apparently I’m not doing aggressive enough for Sam. Sam takes the brush from me, “like this”, he says, and he starts making a more aggressive in and out with a more agitated brushing motion, “uhhhhhh.. uhhhhh…”, I can hear Jake, he obviously feels that. I nod and take brushing duties back over. After a minute or two, “Swap places”, Sam tells us and Sergei and I do just that. I’m holding Jake’s hole open while Sergei takes over brushing duties. Sergei apparently knows how to do this, Jake is really groaning, Sergei is definitely being rougher with Jake. For the life of me, I can’t it figure out, “Why aren’t we already fucking Jake?”, I think. Sergei moves and Sam takes over the brush, makes a few rough brushing motions, and then slowly removes it from Jake’s ass. The bristles are dark red and the brush is wet with what must be quite a bit of his blood. I quickly realize Sam means business when it comes to Jake testing positive for HIV. “Foreplays over boy… time to seed that ass of yours, …you ready?”, a simple “Yeah… I mean, Yes… sir”, is all he says. “On your back boy”, Sam barks, I see Jake move and immediately turn over. “Good boy. Listen.. “, speaking to us more seriously, “When we do one of these, and they’re blindfolded and ready like this, we don’t use first names. Just tap or grab whoever’s attention you want and leave the names out of it. Got it?”, I nod, I’m fairly sure he is only saying that for my benefit. “Good.”, Sam taps Sergei, winks, and says, “Go use his mouth to get your cock wet.”, in a very thick accent, “Eeets alreadee wet”, we laugh. Sam taps my shoulder, “Wanna go first? I think both of you’ve earned it.”, I nod, “Sure”. Just like I’ve done with Cod, I push on Jake’s legs and he reaches down and pulls them up to expose his hole for me; I don’t need to be told how to breed ass. I put the head of my cock against his hole and tease him a little before pushing the head in. I look at Jake’s body, Sergei is rubbing his nut sac on the boy’s tongue. I push further inside him. I get about half way in and hear a, “ahhhh… ahhhh… “, from him, but I keep going until I bottom out. “Fuck yeah”, I hear Sam, but I’m lost to anything else that’s going on. All I want to do right now is dump a huge load of my, hopefully poz, cum in this ass; I really want Sam to be right. I start working back and forth on Jake’s ass, in a steady rhythmic motion, I can hear Jake gagging on Sergei’s huge cock; I can’t wait to watch that cock breed him. “Fuck yeah.. boy… fuck yeah.. so tight”, I’m not even sure what I’m saying, I’m just in the moment. I don’t even see Sam with the camera as he records me breeding Jake’s ass; I’m in heaven. This goes on for several minutes, “Swap places guys”, I look at Sergei and we both pull out. I can see what looks like pink cum on my cock. I decide to try something different and kneel over Jake’s chest, if only he could see the cock he’s about to suck on. I’m holding his head, rubbing his hair, “Close your mouth boy”, and Jake closes his mouth. I wipe the tip of my cock on his lips, then what I thought might happen does, Sergei plants his huge cock balls deep into that tight ass. “AHhhhhhHHHHHH…. AAHHHHHH…. “, Jake groans, taking deep breathes, I use that moment, and my hand, to shove his open head towards my cock. “That’s it boy… Take it”, I say, sounding a bit like Sam. “Fuck it… you guys are making me crazy”, says Sam, I guess he put the camera down. He’s at this end wiping his cock snot in Jake’s hair, and with a look, we start making out. Breaking it off, “Fuck! I need some of that.. my turn”, and Sergei swaps places with Sam. I look at Sergei and take that moment to make out with him too, I know I want to hook up with him again sometime. Jake is gagging on my cock, I pull out and lower his head a bit, my cock is clean. Sergei and I start smacking his face with our cocks, and the way his tongue is hanging out of his mouth trying to lick whatever he can; I know he likes it. Sam fucks Jake hard for a while then taps me on the shoulder, “Your turn again.. give it to him”, I nod and we all swap places. This time I’m not so gentle and go in hard -- balls deep. I’m thinking, “Jake’s ass is really loosened up”, likely from all that cum, blood and that monster dick on Sergei. I work him in a good rhythm when I notice Sam’s got the camera again, I decided to play it up, “You want this boy? Uhhhhh.. uhhhh… fuck.. I’m so close… fuck”, Jake doesn’t answer, his mouth full. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………….. fuuuuuuuuuuu… “ and I feel myself adding nearly 2 weeks’ worth of my spunk to Jake’s very receptive ass. “Fuckk.. fuck…. Fuck… “, I’m cumming so hard, “Fuck yeah….. breed him”, I hear Sergei and Sam both encouraging me to poison him. I pull out and Sergei doesn’t wait for direction taking my position, “Eat my ass” I hear Sam as Sergei moves to mounts Jake. Sam taps me on the shoulder and mouths, “Hold the camera”. I grab it and get Jake sucking cock then move to get Jake’s cock and Sergei’s going in and out of Jake. I can hear Jake breathing heavy and moaning, “yeah… yeah…” is about all he can say between breathes and his tongue going in Sam’s ass. Sergei is breathing hard and heavy, I look up, his face is red and his body covered in sweat, I know he’s close. He starts to speak, in what I’m assuming is Russian, his face violent, determined; I have no idea what he’s saying but its getting more intense. I know he’s about to cum so I move behind him and get a good shot of his cock going in and out of that ass, still more Russian, I can see his nuts tight against his body and then, “Yesss.. yeass… fuck…. “, I know that, and he starts to cum inside Jake. As Sergei finally climbs off of Jake, I keep the camera down, “Clean him boy”, I hear Sam, and I see Sergei move to Jake’s mouth to get sucked clean. “Time for another poz load boy”, I hear Sam, “Let’s do this a little different”. He taps Sergei, “Hold his legs more so his ass is higher.”, he looks at me, “Keep it on hole”, I assume he means the camera. Jake’s ass is turned up more, stretched, and there is some pink cum escaping from it. Sam climbs gets on the bed to mount Jake, “Ohhhhhhh… yeah… fuck… breed me, please… Sir”, I hear Jake. Sam starts slow and gets into a rhythm, building up speed, he’s jackhammer fucking Jake and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I think, “I’m going to fuck and breed Cod this way”. I’ve got the camera positioned perfectly so I can see and hear Sam’s poz cock piston fucking in and out of Jake, his balls making that noise men make when they breed. This goes on several minutes, then I hear it, “Not gonna last long boy… not gonna… “, “Breed me”, Jake is begging, “Seed my ass… give it to me”, Sam pulls out. “ahhh… ahhh… ohhhh yeah boy… pozzzz…. “, and he starts to cum. It pools right there on Jake’s hairless hole, then I see Sam push back in, pushing most of his load into Jake’s ass. Sam repeats this a few times to make sure he gets all of his load in Jake’s ass. I’m thinking how Jake was neg when we tested but after today he’s going to test positive; “Maybe he can breed Cod”, I think. Sam and Jake both fall on the bed, heavy breathing, coming down from Sam’s orgasm; I realize Jake hadn’t cum. I mouth to Sam, “He hasn’t cum?”, Sam looks at me as if “So”, then he looks at Jake, “Ok boy…. time for you to go, remember, no taking off the blindfold ‘til you’re outside.”, he points at a marker on the other night stand and Sergei hands it to him. “And if…. “, as he writes on the side of Jake’s stomach, “…err when you test poz, I wanna know about it”, “k”, is Jake’s only reply. Sam pops the cap back on, he wrote “#5”, I had to wonder if it was permanent marker. We help Jake dress -- I so want to fuck this boy again. “Be right back guys”, and Sam leads Jake out of the bedroom and to what I assume is the front door, I hear the door open and close and Sam returns, “That was so fucking hot”.

As Todd rode the rush of his first slam his father stepped closer as his 35 year old cock was rock hard. Todd's father asked him if he'd like to suck a real man's cock as he prepared to administer his own slam. Todd didn't need much coaxing as he quickly opened his mouth allowing his father's 8" cock to slip into his mouth. Todd eagerly began to work his father's pole as he could see out of the corner of his eye his father slip the point into his vein, register a flash of blood before he administer his own slam. As his father coughed out a little bit of cum shot from his dick into Todd's mouth. Although Todd had sucked cock before this was his first taste of cum and he liked it the taste. As he continued to suck his father's dick his dad reached over and pushed his basketball shorts down revealing his son's nice, semi-hard cock. Todd was then asked how much me had done with another man, his father wanted to know he'd ever been fucked or had only done the fucking. Todd let his father's cock fall from his mouth as he let his father know that he had only fucked David a couple times and had never been fucked. Todd's father let him know he was about to be fucked for the fist time. Todd was positioned on his back as his dad began to eat his ass. Todd began to moan very loud as his father used his tongue to apply spit as lube for his eventual penetration. Once Todd's hole was nice and slick it was time to take his cherry. As his father's cock was positioned at his hole Todd was not aware of everything his father was about to give him. He asked Todd as his cock began to penetrate him if he always fucked David bareback. Todd had a puzzled look in his face as his father figured that he didn't know what 'bareback' meant and clarified asking if he never used a condom when be fucked David. Todd nodded yes as he felt himself being filled for the fist time. Although his father never met David in person, he had heard about him and knew him to be poz. After that night, so would his son. Todd got his first kiss from his father as he bottomed out bald deep. Todd then was on the receiving of his first fucking and he was loving it. What Todd didn't know was that when his father partied he was a cum machine. Once he started fucking be would begin a steady stream of cum. He knew that Todd's hole would be flooded with enough cum that he should convert him. As the night progressed the two shared another slam and his father made sure to reuse the same point he had used for his first slam to give Todd his second slam. Once his son was as poz as he was he knew that they'd be a formidable pair at the baths.

Part 4 After only a few thrust Steven asked me to fuck him harder and I wasn't one to disappoint. I fucked his brains out and before the session was over he took three charged loads from my balls. Over his spring break I kept Steven high and taking my dick the days at a time letting him ready/sleep enough to keep him wanting Tina in his vein and my cock in his hole. I have him the weekend before he had to go back to school to recover hoping that the lack of sleep along with my fucking him and the drugs (mixed with some of my poz blood) would have him coming down with the fuck flu quickly. Monday after school Steven was asking for stone Tina which I denied him until he earned it when my DNA took hold inside him. He definitely got my dick thrusted drop inside his hole wheeled he got home, after dinner and before bed planting three toxic loads inside him. The next morning I have him a quick fuck I the shower before he heard off to school. Steven commented that he wasn't feeling all that great when I first joined him in the shower. I pushed him against the wall of the shower and rammed inside him ignoring what he said. I made him head off to school knowing that he'd be coming hole sicker then a dog. I was waiting when he walked through the door wanting nothing more then to climb bed. I told him to get naked an climb into my bed and that if get him 'something' that would make him feel better. I was in my bathroom as I watched Steven in the mirror strip down and get under the blanket on my bed. I came into my bedroom with what I needed to administer a small slam. Steven didn't have the strength to fight me as I quickly gave him the small slam (well, small compared to what I had been giving him during his spring break). After his small cough I stepped out of my basketball shorts and slipped in next to him in my bed. We comfortably snuggled up with each other as we began to kiss more like lovers the I was giving him during his during spring break. Soon enough Steven was getting my cock hard and wanting to be fucked. I made love to him know my DNA had taken a hold inside his blood. The cumming weekend we would find out for sure. Steven and I fucked every day he was home sick. He was able to return to school on Thursday. Friday after he got back to my place after school I told him to get out of his school clothes and put on some mesh basketball shorts and a t-shirt, no unaware, no socks instructing him to slip on an old pair if tennis shoes I had for him to use. I knew what Travis liked his boys to wear. The dive over to Travis' place was a quiet 5 minutes. When we arrived I saw a familiar face already waiting. A lab tech friend who Travis used to check when we had a convert. The lab tech administer a rapid HIV test and then drew sine blood for a confirmation test. After the tube was in hand he checked the rapid test. He didn't need to say a word, we could see the results in his eyes. Travis had us follow him into his bedroom. He had a loaded pipe and point waiting. Travis quickly dropped his basketball shorts, climbed onto his bed on his knees, then back on his heels. His hard 9" cock pointed out. Travis held the pipe out and asked Steven if he wanted a smoke. Steven shook his head yes to which Travis replied the if he wanted a smoke he needed to get his ass into his 9". Steven quickly kicked of his shoes, shucked off his shirt and stepped out of his basketball shorts and worked his ass onto Travis' cock. Once he was sliding down the shaft he was handed the pipe and the torch was lit allowing him to get a good long full of smoke. After he blew a big cloud he was inducted to take a second then a third. As Steven took his his from the pipe Travis prepped Steven for one of his 'special' slams. Travis was known for his double slam technique. He used two tourniquets, one high on the upper arm and a second one just below the elbow. He then would slip a point between the two tourniquets and the second one in the forearm. I got naked and climbed on the bed behind Steven knowing that after this he'd want to lay back and I knew Travis would want to make sure the my bro stayed firmly on his cock. Both tourniquets were in placed and I took the pipe from Steven. Travis slipped both points into Steven's veins easily and emptied the one in the forearm fist followed by the point in his arm between the two tourniquets. Travis pulled the tourniquet on the upper arm first followed by the one on his firearm. Steven began to cough with the removal of the fist tourniquet and coughed harder when the second tourniquet was removed. As predicted Steven fell back and I eased him down to the bed. I knew Travis was ready to blow his load after the way (I'm sure) Steven's ass spasmed with each cough. Steve eagerly began to suck my cock as Travis seeded his poz ass. I watched Travis use Steven as a cum dump as I smoked away on the pipe. As the sun was starting to peak through the blinds I knew Travis was just about done using Steven's hole and it was time for me to get style of his cock for myself. We helped Steven up from the bed and has him take a long, relaxing shower as I was prepped for a double slam. I laid on my back as I helped Travis apply the tourniquets and administer the slams. This was the most I had slammed in months. Travis still had some 'juice' left in him as he gave me a fucking I surely needed. When Steve came back to the bedroom after his shower I motioned him over Ryu me so I could suck his cock. By might fall Travis had given both Steven and I a good fucking.

It was not that long ago. I met up with a friend who wanted to hang out. He text me and asks "Do you want to get together?" I said sure, I'm not doing anything. So he has me pick him up and we go riding. He says a few buddies want to chill; lets go to their spot...so I said Ok. Anyway, a little while later we get over to house to find the guys chilling in the living room with party supplies scattered about the table. Everyone is smoking weed and T and a guy is slamming. I felt real uncomfortable and I was anxious to leave but my buddy grabbed my arm and asked "Where are you going? I was like..." I can't hang" I going home. He said "naw! You can't leave me here. You said you wanted to chill. So I reluctantly stayed. Anyway, one of the guys on the couch. He was an older scruffy dom type. I would say about mid 40's brown hair, tall, thick, muscular. He was stripped down to just his boxers briefs and you can see the outline of a huge hung cock that was leaking a little. I kept eyeing him the whole time I was there. He offered to calm me down, so he shoved a bowl in front of me and said. "Try it. You'll relax. I said naw...I can't do that. After a while he offered to me again and I kept resisting until he moved closer to me on the other end of the couch. He gave me a bunch of compliments and said he liked me. I thanked him and he started rubbing on my chest and neck. It' felt so good to feel such strong hands touching me. I slowly relaxed and he offered me a hit on his bowl. I told him I never done any kind of drug, not even a single puff of a cigarette. He said that's cool. "I will take care of you" in the back of my mind I was like what the hell. I want you! So after he offered another hit I took a long drag off his bowl while he held the lighter up to heat the T. Shortly after I took a puff and offered me another hit and than another. I was feeling really good. He than pushed me to the floor right in front of his dripping cock. He said "suck it" I was like I don't do that. He than pulled his throbbing cock out. It had to be a good nine inches of thick italian cock. I began sucking and he said I'm going to fuck you up real good tonight. I was a little afraid of what that meant but he than ripped my closes off without me hesitating. He turned my ass towards him and said I am to open that hole up and make it relax. he a minute of waiting he took his finger and slid it deep into tight pink hole. I felt a burning sensation and I was like what the fuck. What did you do? It burns...He was like, naw it's ok, it's just the T that I inserted into your willing hole. I said what the fuck. I don't do this shit and said "your gonna do a whole lot of shit tonight. You will be my pig slut. I melted. I was thinking in the back of my head "this is what I wanted!" He than started to finger my hole real deep and slowly adding fingers and lubing me up oil. After a while of hole stretching, he than pushes me flat on the floor and props my ass up. He than slams his hung cock deep into my hole. He had no condom on. Part II coming soon.

To recruit twink bottom bois for weekend-long training sessions (or longer...) where they'll be bound in chastity and a jockstrap, gagged, and blindfolded while I whore out their holes to my mates and via their online accounts. They'd be fed nothing except the cum and piss that their slutty profiles can pull. Between loads, I'd train them in the important points of being proper holes for the men they strive to please. Advanced bdsm, ass stretching, and the like. If performing well, they'll be let loose to further their training through domestic service and more public acts of devotion. Proceeds from whoring out their holes will be mine as a "thank you" for helping them live out their dreams of being proper cumdump slaves bois.

I got fisted for the first time this week and i now know that its 90% mental (for me anyway). I have been trying to get fisted for years (probably 7 or 8) and have had many guys try and many fail, always getting to that last little bit, that i always assumed was the knuckles, but it is actually the thumb knuckle that is the stumbling block. You also need to have trust with the other person who your playing with. Anything that doesn't feel right will translate into a tight sphincter. On saturday my first play was a little bit tight, but on the second session everything opened up and things just worked and it popped in. and popped out just as easily, and that was my other issue, i used to think what if i get it in and it wont come out, but it does and its a great feeling if you do it properly.

I was in LA for work and as I got back to my hotel room, I was dying to party and get fucked again. At the front desk, I started to check in with a cute young white man then a handsome black man came over and started to small talk with me as he took over the process as the white boy stood aside. I thought it odd but I was too horny and dying to get naked in my room ASAP. The man called a hot dark skinned boy to carry my bags to my room and as soon as the boy left, I started to play my home made porn of me getting bred by many dark cocks of black and Dominican males on my ceiling with my portable projector as I signed online to look for local fun. I got many hits at first but after chatting with some of them, I settled on a black and white interracial couple who partied as well. The black guy was on mobile and told me he was close to my hotel and offered to come and meet me at the hotel. I was a bit hesitant at first but as soon as he mentioned that he could hook me up with a connection as well, I gave in and gave him the information. It wasn't even 10 minutes after, that I heard a knock on my door as I was getting undressed for a quick clean up before my guest arrived. I grabbed the robe and tried to get it on as I headed for the door. Before I reached the door, I heard the card key swipe and my door started to open. I froze on the spot with the bathrobe over my naked body with only one arm in as I watched my hotel room door open and the same black man from the front desk appear. He quickly closed the door behind him and said, "hope you don't mind but I'd figured you wouldn't". He walked towards me and pulled my body in his arms and started to kiss me deep and my already open my mouth accepted his kiss that lasted for a long time. He managed to slip a pill in my mouth when he pulled away from me that tasted really bad. I quickly grabbed a bottle from his hand as he offered it to me to wash down the taste. He took hold of both the bottle and my head and didnt release the hold til he emptied the every drop of the liquid from the bottle. Then his strong arms lifted my whole body and held it tight as he kissed me again. My mind started to get cloudy with lust and my body started to get hungry for sex as the man contained his intense kiss. When his tongue left my mouth, I was completely naked with drool leaking on the side of my mouth and my asshole rapidly opening and closing with hunger for his cock. He reached under me and felt my hole and I was out of control. I tried to wiggle my body to feel more of his finger. He laughed and answered my body's plea with two fingers, one from each hand. He also had a tiny solid at the tips of his fingers that he pushed deep into me. It wasn't burning like Tina so I used my inside muscle to help him push it really deep into me. He started to pull his fingers apart roughly stretching my hole wide. It hurt my body so good and made my whole body jerk with pain and pleasure in his arms. Eventually he lost his hold of my body and I fell onto mattress as I pulled his body down on top of me as well. I was surprised that his fingers remained deep in my hole and the Blackman somehow managed to strip his clothes as I felt his hard black cock hit my balls. As I opened my eyes and looked behind his head, I saw a close up of my hole being stretched by two fingers from big huge black hands then another one appeared holding a huge black cock approached my gaping hungry hole. I looked down and saw Dante smiling behind a Camera. "You are my bitch and as long as u r mine, I will take care of ur pussy." I was speechless as I beamed with a huge smile. At that moment, I felt and saw the new black cock pushing past the fingers and plunge deep into my pussy. I felt my muscles spamming along the length of his cock. Few minutes later, my inner walls opened up as I felt a fire from deep within. " do u feel that E booty bump?" I barely replied but heard someone say " the pussy walls are massaging and swallowing my cock deeper" I smiled up and saw dante's smile and another one floating above me as my head rolled in pleasure. Dante held the glass pipe at my lips and I inhaled it deep then as I exhaled dante pushed his cock down my mouth as deep as it would go. He slapped me hard every time my teeth scraped his cock although he seemed enjoy some teeth as his cock grew harder and bigger when it was scraped. Soon I was able to take Dante's cock to the balls after the pipe and exhaled the thick white smoke around his cock and balls. Dante repeated this few more times and his buddy watched it as well.. I was as high as a kite from the pipe as well as e booty bump. The guys started to slap me and spit on me before they both fucked my body really hard at each hole. I was in pig heaven. All of sudden, they both pulled out of me and Dante put his lips at my ears and told me to watch my pussy worshipping black man cock as he held my head under his arm pits and replayed the close up of my hole being pounded and get turned inside out as the huge black cock pushed and pulled my pussy. " see how wet ur pussy gets". And Dante started to pump few fingers in and out of my pussy and I could hear the wet slurping of my pussy. I could also see liquid leaking around the cock as it plunged in and out. I almost screamed with joy when Dante replaced his fingers with his cock inside my pussy. Few minutes later I was lifted and repositioned around dantes cock and started to ride him from the top. A white cock appeared at my lips and I looked up to see the white boy who initiated my check in at the front desk smile down at me. We maintained our eye contact as I took his cock down til I reached his balls and I blinked my eyes while I fought gagging. He held himself balls deep in my throat and as I felt another cock pushing at my man pussy along dantes cock. This attempt continued for a while and I loved every minute of it. Sometimes a bit of the cock head would enter my hole but it sprang out of it as we tried to take it deeper. It ripped some skin on my hole opening and made me winc with pain but as they kept at it, I endured the pain and tried to open myself wider. Finally they gave up on it as the new black man pulled dantes cock out of me and pushed his instead. At the same time, the white boy pushed balls deep and locked his thighs around my head. Then both cocks started to released piss into me. I tried to free especially my head since the taste was horrible but I was overpowered by them til I gave in and started to swallow down thesis with tearful eyes as I felt my stomach being filled with huge volume of piss that felt hot as hell. Few minutes later I became insane and a total hog. I begged and plead them with inaudible words and welcomed pain and humiliation. I was carried to a room with cold tiled walls and there I finally took two cocks in my pussy at the same time as they both piss fucked my pussy. My body thrived with joy as my ass got spanked til the huge hand prints on them and even popped some swelling outlines of handstand blood splattered. I lost track of time and space and opened my eyes to see Dantes smile above me. Then as the rest of my body woke up, I felt bindings around my wrist and ankles. " everything will be fine". Dante whispered as I felt something piercing through my body and my cries of pain got quickly muted out with dante's kiss. After few minutes as the pain webbed away, Dante broke the kiss and licked the tears flowing down my cheeks. The pain came again and again and at some point I passed out. I woke up this time in arms of the white boy and he looked so heavenly in my haze. I leaned in towards him trying to kiss his lips and realized another embrace from the back. Then I started to feel both of their cocks resting in my hole as I squeezed them. I looked up at the ceiling and I could see a mirror reflection of three bodies, one black, one white anyone Asian in between. I also noticed few metal chains around my body that linked few loops including one on my metal collar and two small rings on my nipples. Everytime there was some movement I felt chains pulling my nipples and my cock jumped as well my hole twitching around two cocks in it. The white boy found it amusing and started to play around for few minutes til the black man woke up. He whispered " good morning" in my ears and bit the back of my neck as his morning wood got harder inside of me. The white boy started to moan lightly as he felt it along the length of his cock as well. Then the black man released his piss and filled me for what seemed like eternity and started to move with long strokes in and out of my hole. As he quickened the pace and intensity of fucking, I realized the chains were also linked to the rings sitting low on the floor. As the black man's cock grew bigger, he sprayed his cum and I closed my hole tightly around the cock shafts to avoid spilling as much as I can. After few minutes, they both pulled out and pushed a plug in my hole so I won't spill too much as they untied the chains around me. As soon as i could move, I tried to stand up and run to the bathroom but lost balance and fell on my butt. White boy helped me to my knees with a laughter and said, "After more than 48 hours of being on your back, you have to be careful and slowly ease into being your feet." I was shocked and asked him what day it was. White boys name was Joey and his black lover was Andrew and they were friends with Dante and helped him set up the days of fucking in LA for me. While I was high on drugs, we fucked in the hotel room then they put me on their van and took me around LA and fucked me while everyone saw us. They also gave me few tattoos and piercings while I was high and begged them for it. As Joey showed me a tattoo on my lower back that read "cum dump" and a tiny ring piecing on the area between my hole and my balls, I started to cry realizing I have missed two days of work in LA and most likely would get fired when I returned. Joey asked me why I was sad. He told me that he will take care of me and everything will be fine as he held and touched my body. I started to get high and horny again and obeyed his order as he gave me more drinks and smokes. After I released piss and cum, we took a shower and Joey cleaned my inside with a hose fucking me with it as well til only clear liquid poured out of me.

Absolutely. I love to show off---and encourage other men to use the hole I'm fucking--for my felching pleasure....

Breeders Market – Time to Go Home to Deacon: Deacon’s body glistened in a sheen of sweat as his gigantic, long, black dick twitched and continued to pulse out his toxic load inside my shredded ass. His unholy shaft was coated in cum - cum from Lionel, Remy, Gabe and the others who had fucked me all day Saturday and that morning – as well as the ass juice, blood, and his own load. I had only been back at the mansion in Dupont for about 10 minutes before Deacon had ripped open my ass and reminded me in his booming voice, “I AM YOUR SIRE, I AM YOUR AIDS LORD AND PRINCE DU SANG, YOU ARE MY COVENANT AS MADE THROUGH BLOOD AND SACRIFICE - I NEED YOU.” Deacon leaned over me, his breath hot on my skin as I ran my fingers along the scars and tattoos on his sinister looking face, while his black eyes bore into my very core. His gaze held mine, and while I knew our bond allowed him to sense me, and what I was feeling, it now felt like he could also ‘see’ into my mind and recall my memories at will like they were his own. His body was on mine, his scent surrounded me, his charged load stoked my guts like coal in a furnace, yet suddenly I was back in the Breeders Market reliving the past week anew. Every pain, every rough fuck, every drug-fueled abuse, soothed and fed Deacon now and the memories cascaded faster and faster like a runaway train. Suddenly the brakes were applied, my mind screamed as the brakes on the rails halted the train and Deacon slowed the memories to near normal speed, back to that morning – back to Lionel and my final hours at the Breeders Market. Saturday had been a day of extremes as Lionel – my Soulja Lover – had my ass used and abused by every Stallion, thug, and nasty big dicked man he could find, sometimes two at a time as he wanted my ass open and gaping when he sent me back to Deacon. The breeding and seeding of my hole continued all Saturday night, and while the many drugs Lionel gave me kept me awake for most of it, in the pre-dawn hours of Sunday morning I finally passed out from total exhaustion. I awoke to a series of sharp pains in my arm, slowly turned my head, and through the slits of my eyes saw one of Lionel’s men shooting me up with something as Lionel stood behind him, stroking his own dick and grinning like a cat who just caught a mouse. “SLUT!” Lionel said with joy in his voice. He set the blunt he was smoking in the ashtray by the bed, pushed his man aside, blew his smoke into my face and as I coughed and choked he rolled me over, snapped his collar with the chain on it around my neck and pulled me back as he slid with ease into my open ass. “AWW FUCK BABY. DADDY LOVES THAT HOLE. SO WET, WET, WET. YOU MADE DADDY SO PROUD YOU FUCKING CUM WHORE!” I could only groan as Lionel worked his big dick around my sloppy hole, and moaned as he quickly yanked it out, grabbed my face, and snarled, “LICK IT CLEAN!” His dick was coated in skank and god knows what and smelled awful and tasted worse and when I tried to turn up my nose and turn away, he held my head tight until I did as ordered. Once he was satisfied, Lionel said, “Get up, we got things to do before I send you home, but first, my man here gets to give you the first nut of the morning.” Lionel left the bedroom and I sighed in pleasure as the guy who had shot me up dropped into my hole and began to pound me furiously, eager to breed me. With a fresh load in my ass, I stumbled out into the living room and stood beside Lionel who was sitting on the couch, on the phone with one of his Lieutenants as he stared intently at one of the security screens. I paid no mind to what he was looking at as I rubbed his muscled shoulders and then jumped a little as he shoved three fingers of his left hand up my sloppy hole, then smiled as his quickly licked his coated fingers clean, smacking his lips and savoring the ass honey. “You my white bitch? Just pussy chasing this black snake,” Lionel said as he set the phone down and began stroking his ever-hard dick with his right hand. “I miss that dick daddy,” I said as I straddled his legs, pushed him back on the couch, and as I dropped down on it said “Make it red, red, daddy.” I bounced up and down on Lionel’s dick as hard as I could and could not get enough. I needed it deeper, harder, and as I rode him the shortness of our hours left together was crushing my heart like an avalanche. I could see in Lionel’s eyes he felt the same. His dark brown eyes danced with hunger and desire, yet he did not smile and as his load of babies ran down my leg, he reached up and unlatched the collar and chain from my neck. I rubbed my neck with my right hand and paused as Lionel pushed me back a step, knelt before me, leaned his head against my body and wrapped his arms around me to hold me tight. I rubbed my hands over his head, his taught shoulders, and could feel him shake with emotion. When he finally looked up at me, the look on his face broke my heart as even though the collar and chain he had wrapped around my neck so often this past week was now on the floor beside him, I knew he was offering to wear it for me. No man is easy or simple to understand, yet in that moment we both knew we would always be linked in our own way and would always serve each other, love each other, and mark each other. Lionel smiled, he leaned back a little then stood up, and I followed him into the bedroom. This was a fuck of unending emotions that overwhelmed us both – need, desire, lust, sadness – a love. Lionel was like a giant black raven whose talons were buried in his latest find of carrion flesh, never wanting to let go. We were lost in our love making when suddenly my vision blacked, unholy pain slammed through my head as a voice boomed, “COME. I’M WAITING!” I grabbed the sides of my head, rolled off Lionel, and curled into a ball. I could hear Lionel hollering my name and trying to figure out what happened, but his voice was like a whisper drowned by the thunder of a summer storm as the words in my head echoed, and rang. Finally it eased and I was unable to unclench my body and as my eyes slowly opened Lionel’s face showed fear, concern, and a “What the fuck!” expression as he sat beside me. I managed to push myself up on one arm and noticed my tatts from Deacon were glowing bright, pulsing, dancing. My face was wet and sticky and when I wiped it, my hand came away red – damn a bloody nose! It took me a moment to catch my breath and in the meantime, Lionel had grabbed a wet towel and something for me to drink. I was then able to say, “Deacon. He’s here. In DC. That – what just happened was him. Him reaching out. Fuck! I need to tell him to ease up when he does that. Shit! Or just use the fucking phone!” Lionel let out a long breath of relief, chuckled, lit up a blunt and with a slightly shaky hand passed it to me. “You know that shit is scary right? That shit’s not right. Is it always like that with him?” I shrugged, “Sort of I guess, but we’re still figuring it out.” Several drags later the blunt was done, and I was back on Lionel’s dick. I was dirty and had not showered in days and reeked of cum, piss, spit, and man sweat, but somehow it was appropriate. I held in the morning’s cum in my ass as I took a quick piss and brushed my teeth and damped down my hair. Now it was time for my final inspection of COVENANT in DC, our headquarters on the East Coast that was the center of our drug operations and the Breeders Market. Unlike the past several days when Lionel kept me mostly naked with nothing but a collar on, he now led me to a table that had several large, black boxes on it. I smiled as he lifted the lid off each one, tore the tissue away like a child on Christmas morning, and held up his gifts for me – an outfit befitting his AIDs Lord. Lionel looked on with a satisfied gleam as I worked my way into the black leather pants, which sat so low on my hips the top of my ass crack showed, but they fit like a glove, as did the high, shit-kicker black boots. The pullover shirt was leather as well, but it had no sleeves so my tatts from Deacon showed, and it was cut with a taper in the back so with every step by biohazard tatt peeked out. Lionel then stood behind me and placed around my neck a series of large, interlinked gold chains that was almost like a collar or mantle. The chains draped across the top of my chest and in its center was large biohazard symbol in blood red enamel, outlined in diamonds – mirroring the brand embedded on our Mares’ foreheads and the Stallions’ torsos. Lionel stepped back, smiled, clearly pleased with himself. “I like it,” he said full of self-satisfaction as he crossed his arms. “What does one get a god? Or king? Or AIDs Lord? You know they don’t have fucking Hallmark cards for that at the drugstore.” We both laughed. I looked at myself in the mirror and he was right. It was a good look. Lionel looked concerned as I walked to the door to his suite, opened it, and two of the guards came in with another set of boxes, set them down on the table, and left. I nodded, indicating Lionel should open them up, starting with the smallest one on top. He was clearly surprised and intrigued, and when he opened the box he was confused. In the box was a gold collar with a biohazard symbol hanging from the chains similar to mine. There were only half as many chains and the biohazard symbol was smaller, but the effect was still impressive. I picked it up, Lionel kneeled, I placed it around his neck, bent down and kissed him, then said, “Your men did not betray your surprise. I overheard you earlier in the week and thought that as an AIDs Lord now in your own right, you deserved a token of that office. Once you decide on what your symbol will be, that can be added, but for now, this will suffice.” Lionel ran his fingers over the diamonds, the biohazard symbol, the chains, and looked up me with more love, affection, and commitment than I had ever known. The rest of the boxes contained an outfit matching my own, and once Lionel was dressed, we were ready. As we stepped out of his suite, Lionel’s guards took one look at us and realized this was an occasion for respect, honor, and dedication. They escorted us to the Stockyard in the Breeders Market where all of the men who were marked as the Stallions, Mares, and Stable Masters were in two, long rows - my own little toxic army standing in formation. Everyone in the room was silent as they stared at Lionel and I in our new outfits and gold collars marking our status. To add to the effect I was able to close my eyes briefly and open my link to Deacon, which caused the tattoos on my arms to flare bright, making many of them gasp in shock and wonder. We slowly walked forward and inspected our troops. The Stable Masters with their heads bowed, legs spread wide, hands clasped in front with chains wrapped around their fists. The Mares were on the ends of each chain, kneeling prostate with their branded forehead touching the floor. Some of them would clearly not last long as my virus ravaged them, but all knew the sacrifice. The Stallions were all down on one knee, their right hands in a fist on their chest, their own brands on their torsos red and angry. They were all bound to me. Honored me. Served me. I was a Prince du Sange, a Prince of the Blood. Deacon was my god, my king, but COVENANT was my kingdom, and my blood was our warrior’s weapon through which we brought untold infection to the world. Also in attendance were all of Lionel’s Lieutenants; D from the garage and his new boy, the Kid; my old fuck mates Dwayne and Malcolm; and more and while they did not bow, their lustful leers were an honor all its own. I walked slowly down one side of the Stockyard and back up the other. I paused in front of a Stallion and two Mares chained to him, who all looked severely wasted - sick. Lionel commented how they had quickly realized there was a premium demand for Stallions and Mares with that wasted-AIDS look and he had also taken to making premium cost DVDs of them fucking and being fucked, so that even when their bodies failed, their service would live on. Yet other Stallions and Mares seemed to flourish with my toxic venom inside them and handled their conversations like nectar from the gods, which it was. They were a new species really, mutated to be true cum hounds, sluts, pigs, and dick snakes spitting AIDs venom. I stumbled a little as we neared the end of our final tour, the thrumming in my head from Deacon was getting worse. It was time to go. Lionel and his guards escorted me to our van and motorcade but I had one final request, which one of the guards quickly ran back to fulfill. A severe winter storm had rolled into the city, but that did not stop our royal progress of armed thugs, tricked out SUVs, and me in the middle inside Lionel’s van. I had been stripped once again and over the sounds of the music, and through the haze of the strongest blunts we had, the echo of flesh on flesh filled the van. Lionel had given me another load and as I slid off his dick, my final request was waiting – Gabe and Remy – the brothers who were now both Stallions and who had been double dicking me the day before. I needed to prepare for Deacon and wanted to feel totally open and gaping for him. Gabe was laying on the floor, with me riding his dick as Remy got behind me. The moving van made him miss the mark twice before he found a hold and forced his way inside me. Two gigantic dicks raping my ass as Lionel fed me his cock, alternating hits to the blunt, I was in heaven! The van slowed to a halt and I knew we were out of time. “CUM IN ME NOW! BREED ME! RAPE ME!” I ordered Gabe and Remy. They both heaved, moaned, and unleashed a ******* of brotherly jizz into my torn up ass. Lionel then held my head firm as he unloaded his bladder down my throat, his dark piss warming me up, and when he was done, he gingerly wiped my lips with the last few drops, then helped ease me off the brothers’ dicks. I gasped as the pain flooded through me and while I could hear voices outside getting louder and louder, they could wait. Lionel dug out a bag, let me hit some lines, coated his fingers and rammed them up my ass, then let me ease down onto his hardening dick to ensure the drugs and cum were deep inside me. The cold January air rushed into the van as the door slid open, making me shiver and moan and goosebumps invaded my flesh. Lionel’s crew were standing in front of the door, guns drawn, as I saw my bodyguard, Captain Fontaine, push his way between them then stop and stare as he saw what was happening. –Lionel laughed, “Just a little nutt for the road,” which made Fontaine’s face red with anger. Lionel then yelled as loud as he could as he wanted Fontaine to hear, “You going to miss this big black dick aren’t you? Tell me? Tell Daddy how much you miss him already? Banging you out slut!” Lionel pounded my ass several more times before he shot and said, “Stay right where you are.” He untangled our bodies as Gabe and Remy quickly took his place, one fighting over the other to get back inside my cummy hole. Lionel pulled his pants up, climbed out of the van, two of his guards climbed in and closed the door behind him. I was warm once more and my ass was sloshing with cum as Gabe fucked me while Remy was left stroking his dick in need. I could hear Fontaine’s voice getting louder and Lionel telling him to step the fuck off, they was not done with me yet. While they continued to argue the brothers gave me one last fuck and a load each. I snorted some lines, hit another blunt, and with cum streaming out of my hole stumbled out of the van. Lionel grabbed me, hugged me close, gave me a long, slow, passionate kiss, and held my head as he looked down in my eyes and said, “I’m here baby when you want me.” He then reached into the van, grabbed my new outfit and tossed it at Fontaine who missed the catch. Lionel then placed my new gold chain/collar around my neck – his gift marking my status – and while I shivered in the cold, sadly watched as he stepped into the van, closed the door, and the motorcade pulled away. Jonas my butler and aide tried to drape a winter coat over me and ask me what I needed, but Fontaine was having none of it and pulled me into the house, yanked his pants down and pushed me face down onto the stairs in the grand foyer and barked at the servants to get the fuck out. “Jesus fucking Christ” he said as he fingered at my hole. “You’re full of their cum and what did they do you? Clean as a beaver!” He pulled the chin off my head and tossed it to the side, wrapped his hands around my throat, entered me rough banging my knees on the stairs as he slam fucked my cum filled hole, swearing, and within literally seconds bred me. I stood up, turned and he then saw my foreskin ring and shook his head. Then his eyes bulged when he saw my gift from Lionel – in big black letters across my torso was a still red and fresh tattoo that said soulja’s lover. Captain Fontaine spat, “That’s it – you and I are going to spend some time my way, you understand me? Ol’Fontaine needs to flush your guts out with some right thick southern nutt and I got just the boys to help me out, so you just wait, I will get mine.” I tried to sooth him but crumpled to the floor under the onslaught of Deacon’s need, “COME TO ME NOW!” Fontaine understood as my tatts flared bright, my body shook, so he helped me start up the stairs. I pushed him away. I had to do this on my own and looked back at his sad, hurt eyes as I used all my strength to push through the pain to make it to Deacon. I opened the door to my suite. I could sense him all around me now and through the double doors down the hall a monster shadow emerged and the floor vibrated with every step as Deacon slowly walked towards me. “I am THE DEACON. I need you – I NEED YOU!!” his deep voice rumbled and filled the hall, literally shaking the light fixtures. 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. 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 move. Every step closer to me that Deacon took made me focus on his huge dick! With each step his legs parted, his massive dick swung side-to-side slapping his lower thighs. His meat was thick, heavy and as long as my forearm and hand combined, with a head like an apple – a blunt instrument of war – a club of death. His dick was pushed forward by a set of balls that each were large, round, and 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. I couldn’t breath. My heart raced, my whole body tensed, and my tatts once again flared to life, brighter, fuller, and when I looked at Deacon in the glow created by his own tatts flaring, I could see his eyes full of need and desire, as well as glints of silver all over his body. Deacon now had large piercings in each nipple, thick, silver rings. His dick was wrapped in a long shaft of silver, with small spikes and ridges. A rope of silver outlined the muscles on each arm and his legs and a thick chain hung around his neck. Who or what was Deacon? He was a colossus, like a god of the ancients – my god – I needed him and he needed me to worship, to suffer, so serve him. His unholy pestilence coursed through me and yet now, in that way, I was superior to him as I was the only being ever able to survive his viral strain, and then I had taken it, made it my own, and thrived. Even in the warmth of the mansion I began to shake. Deacon was now in front of me, his whole body quivered as he reached out to touch me. He looked down at me and his voice again boomed through the hall, and my head, “Was it worth it? Is he worth it?” “Yes,” I replied. He nodded. That was all he needed. “I can smell your virus has mutated – good,” he almost purred like a giant lion lying content in the sun. His tatts glowed brighter, yet somehow Deacon seemed, dimmer, less, like something was missing. Deacon knew what I was thinking. He hung his head and shook it slowly side to side as if not understanding his own words. “You have been away too long, I did not know with our bond that I needed you now, need to feed of you, your pain, your body, united by my seed. Your absence has made me – weak. I have never been weak before, and I do not like THIS!” Deacon smashed a hole in the wall as his fist vented his frustration. I did not move, Deacon would not hurt me like that. He sighed, then ran his massive hands gently over my body, inspecting me, tracing the soulja’s lover tattoo on my abdomen that was a gift from Lionel, the foreskin piercing given to me by the Richmond men, the burns, the bite marks. “You continue to be marked as you move along the path you and I have created. These are your choices to keep or not, I do not mind, however, know this, nothing will mark you like I have and nothing can erase me from you. Now it is time for me to renourish myself on your pain. You have been gone too long and I had not realized how intertwined we now were. I was able to sense your pleasure and pain through our bond, and while that helped, there is nothing that strengthens me more than to feel your body quiver in fear and agony under me, or your blood running down my thighs as I rip you open.” Even as he spoke Deacon’s gargantuan dick grew, engorged with blood and his virus. The metal casing along the shaft expanded unnaturally and I was suddenly afraid of what was to come. Deacon reached down, lifted me in the air, and in one fluid motion impaled me on his apple sized dick head. With all of the fucking my ass had taken I was fully open and the end of his dick slid inside me as the cum from Remy, Gabe, and Lionel streamed out. Soon the blood began to flow too as the spikes and ridges on the metal shaft casing found their mark and gouged my insides like the furrows in a freshly plowed field. My screams of pain now filled the hall as Deacon easily carried me back to the bed, every step bouncing me deeper on the metal shaft casing. I could tell Deacon was losing control now. His hunger, his need was all consuming and I was once again the sacrifice required. He dropped me forward onto the bed and crushed me beneath the full weight of his body. He bellowed as a beast of the wild as he withdrew his wet dick from my ass and the silver shaft casing fell away, letting me see that the ridges and spikes were not only on the outside but the inside too, so his own skin was cut, gouged, and bloody. The smell of our bodies raw was beyond what he could handle and Deacon lost all control, slamming himself inside me, raping me without mercy, shattering me body, mind, and soul. Later I would learn that as Deacon sated his needs with me upstairs, Captain Fontaine had sat at the bottom of the stairs, feeling torn at what to do. Part of him knew he had to obey orders and serve his masters, yet another part began to question in his mind, “Maybe I was truly meant to protect him from Deacon. Just listen to the screams of pain. Maybe that was my job. Yes. And I know the one man who might just be able to help – Uncle Jack – and maybe find Baker the ex-body guard too, yeah Puppy always had a thing for him.” Also later Deacon and I would learn that his loss of control had far flung and unforeseen consequences. Everyone who was sired by me was affected in some way when Deacon lost control and shattered me – physically and mentally with his assault. The more direct the siring process was between me and them, the greater the effect. The Breeders Market in SE DC was thrown into chaos as Mares screamed, Stallions collapsed, and Lionel and many of his men dropped in agony. Our blood bond was strong, and more than just my virus had been given. Just as Deacon and I were connected, so now too were all of those I sired and in the months to come many would be lost as I fought to find a way to block and control that connection. While Deacon used and abused my body, Lionel too groaned in pain, yet now he truly understood what I had sacrificed, endured, given to become his AIDs Lord, and he loved me even more. But for now, Deacon was done reaping the harvest of my memories. His famine was fed, he could now focus on the pure needs of the flesh and his long, black dick hardened anew as he lifted my legs back, spread my hole wide, and slammed into my wet and waiting ass as I begged him to fuck me deeper. TO READ THE BACKGROUND STORIES OF DEACON, THE BREEDER’S MARKET, AND THE REST, PLEASE SEE: Dr Mike – Biohazard or Healer? - https://breeding.zone/threads/13078-Dr-Mike-–-biohazard-and-healer-–-Part-1-–-The-First-Office-Visit?highlight=dr.+mike Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles - https://breeding.zone/threads/15014-Dr-Mike-–-The-Sire-Chronicles-The-Final-Chapters?highlight=dr.+mike Uncle Jack Attacks - https://breeding.zone/threads/16657-Uncle-Jack-attacks-Chapter-1-–-The-Kidnap?highlight=deacon

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

The Stallion Carousel - Southeast DC Breeders Market - My ass was leaking cum like a river and I was higher than I thought possible. My eyes slowly opened, the spinning in my head eased, yet something was still not right – oh yeah – I was being fucked by someone. I didn’t know who, the blindfold prevented that, and this was pretty much how the last 7 days had been at the Breeder’s Market in Southeast DC. What the fuck was that last shit Lionel had made me smoke? My find focused a little more as the chain attached to the leather collar I was wearing was jerked and Lionel’s menacing voice said, “You back with me? Fucking white cum whore. Giving you all the dick you can handle, didn’t I promise you that? Say yes DADDY! Say yes SOULJA LOVER! You’re still mine for the rest of the day and I am going to make damn sure you don’t forget this black snake spitting up in that hole.” This was not how I had expected the day to go, nor had Lionel. So much for going cold turkey. The day before I had been used over and over by Gabe and his brother Remy in the private glory hole booths. Gabe was our newest STALLION whose job was to breed and seed our bottom clientele. But even more than that, Lionel had used me to test them because he said, “I need to know I got a Stallion on deck that ain’t afraid to rape those bottoms that change their minds about the infected breeding they came here for.” Gabe had shown that he was and when teamed up with his brother Remy who also had a dick in the double-digits, I knew no hole in DC was going to be safe from infection by our STALLIONS. During one of the breaks when Lionel had come back in to restock my drugs and work his own load up my ass I had told him I was not sure I was comfortable with him having those two raping bottoms at the Breeders Market. Lionel reminded me, “You are the one who set the rules of our mission and that infecting as many men as possible with your toxic virus strain comes above all else. Anyways, no need to worry, between your cop Pooh and all the blues we bribe, ain’t shit going to happen. Plus we can always drug them up so much they won’t remember the last three days. But you know how cum slut bottoms are, the say no, but they mean yes. Think of it as a service to the community. Not only are we passing along your AIDs infection, but I’m am keeping two bad boys off the streets and letting em do what they do, in a controlled environment. Between the drugs and Dr Mike’s magic ass salve, the bottoms they rape will never know a thing except they had a good time – that is until the fuck flu kicks in.” Lionel was right of course. Saturday morning I woke up alone in Lionel’s bed and immediately started craving dick and some drugs. Lionel said that since I had to go back home tomorrow this would be a cold turkey day, so no more drugs, but I would get plenty of his dick, liquor, and poppers to help me through the transition. Even though it was a cold January day outside, I was warm so I kicked off the sheets and was playing with my foreskin piercing (the gift from the Richmond leather guys) when Lionel walked in carrying a tray. I had taken gallons of Lionel’s cum and seen him naked so many times now, but the man still took my breath away and I had to have him back inside me. Lionel set the tray on the nightstand, I rolled over and saw he had brought me breakfast including eggs, bacon, toast, and juice. He sat on the side of the bed, placed his big hand behind my head and leaned down and gently kissed me. My need to have his dick in my ass overcame my need for food and I pulled Lionel down to me. We ground our bodies together for several minutes as we kissed and caressed each other, his big black dick leaving trails of precum all over me while he licked at the patches of dried cum and ass juice still left on me from yesterday’s fucks. I had to have him inside me now! I wriggled free, flopped back on the edge of the bed with my legs up, turned my head towards Lionel and begged, “Please fuck me Daddy. Please give me that raw dick. Fuck it dry. Want it to hurt good for you.” Lionel did not need to be asked twice as he soon loomed over me as he pushed my ankles back, lined his dick up with my waiting ass and started to force himself in. Dr Mike’s ass salve had healed any damage to my hole from the day before so it took Lionel a couple minutes to get in, but once he did he pounded me hard and deep. Lionel was getting close, the sweat dripping off his forehead, his muscles taught as his body prepared to seed me and as he got ready to cum he said, “Every load I have given you this week has only strengthened our bond. Every ounce of my cum and every inch of my dick has melded us body and soul. Like I’ve said before, Deacon may own you, but I will always be your Soulja Lover. You ready for Daddy’s nutt? You want me to nutt up in you? Oh here it comes, fuck yeah, coating you nice and deep – oh yeah baby, good slut for Daddy.” Lionel pushed me back further onto the bed and scooted up on the bed too, his dick still buried deep, hard, and twitching in my cum filled ass as he whispered in my ear how much he loved using my hole. I was rubbing Lionel’s body, gently rocking my hips, hoping he would keep fucking when suddenly it felt like I had been hit in the head with a 2x4, everything went white and a loud voice boomed, “I’M COMING. BE READY. I NEED YOU. THE AIDS LORDS NEED YOU. I’M COMING. BE READY. I NEED YOU. THE AIDS LORDS NEED YOU. I’M COMING. BE READY. I NEED YOU. I NEED YOU.” I gasped from the pain and cried out as I grabbed the sides of my head and could hear Lionel’s voice, which now sounded so distant saying my name. “What the fuck was that? What just happened?” Lionel asked with panic in his voice as he shook me. I slowly opened my eyes, everything spun for a moment, I wanted to puke and it took me a moment of focusing on Lionel’s worried face before I could say one word, “Deacon.” Lionel sat back on his haunches on the bed and shook and his head. “Holy fuck. You scared the shit out of me. Your eyes totally rolled back in your head and those fucking tats on your arms glowed like some exorcist shit. You ok? What do you mean Deacon?” Lionel knew I had a special connection with Deacon and had just seen one of the ways in which it manifested itself. I also told him the message I had heard, Deacon was coming. I didn’t know anything more. He was supposed to stay in Chicago until I got back so something must have happened. Lionel shook his head and said, “Well, the fucker ain’t here yet and you’re still mine. Change of plans, come on.” I grabbed the cold plate of food and stumbled after Lionel out to the bar as he got on the phone and began giving a series of orders to his lieutenants to double up on all security just in case and to get his next surprise ready. Lionel took the food away shaking his head and in its place gave me a plate full of white lines. I thought I was going cold turkey, but did not argue and snorted to my heart’s desire over the course of the next hour. Lionel finished up his arrangements and as I threw on a t-shirt and jeans he grabbed the blinged out collar and chain from the side of the bed and came and locked it around my neck and tugged hard. “Well,” he started, “If Deacon is coming, we need to get you ready. I know he is not like any normal man and pretty much tears you apart when he fucks your right? Yeah, yeah, you can’t fucking talk about it, well, as long as you’re under my roof I’m going to get than man cunt prepped and ready. You ready for some more dick? Going to make Daddy proud?” I smiled, nodded, and said, “Whatever you say Daddy. You’re in charge.” Then partially under my breath said, “Well you think you are – ha ha.” Lionel yanked the chain, pulled me tight to him, laughed and said, “I heard that slut. But you’re right. Come on. I got something new for you.” I followed Lionel and his guards through COVENANT to another section of the warehouse complex I had not been in yet. The large steel doors rolled back and I was hit by a wave of heat, music, and drug smoke. It was dim, and the only light was coming from several large video screens all playing different types of porn. We walked down a large concrete ramp on the right side of the room and I saw a duplicate ramp on the other side on which a few men were sitting, smoking, drinking, hanging out. The two ramps made a sort of pit in the middle. The air was thick with the smell of drugs, and I had an urge for some more crystal. At the bottom of the ramp Lionel sat me in one of two large leather chairs that was facing the pit area but I could not see much else as several other men were clustered around in front of us including my two rapists from the day before, Remy and Gabe. It appeared the brothers were getting along, or at least speaking, as they both turned and smiled at me and gave me a nod. I turned as Lionel now handed me a blunt and I inhaled it deep and held it and continued to look around through the blunt’s smoke trail. Some of the men I recognized, others I didn’t, and I was not sure what was planned. Lionel sat down, took a hit from the blunt and then said, “This is the Stallion Carousel,” he said as he motioned to the men standing in front of us. “A little something of my own design for those bottoms who want an extreme breeding experience. STEP THE FUCK BACK A MINUTE!” The men in front of us stepped to the sides and I could make out what at first looked like a large padded mini-fuck bench. Lionel then took a control box sitting on the table and with the whir of hydraulics, the fuck bench lifted, moved, turned, and it now looked more like a doctor’s gynecological table where the legs separated and head titled back some as the entire thing spun slowly on a large metal pole like a car up that was up to be repaired in a garage. Lionel smiled as he made the table contort into several other variations as he explained, “You see, this will allow our Stallions to plow a bottom in every position imaginable – ass and throat – at the same time and the restraints ensure they must take it how we decide to give it.” Lionel chewed on his lip as bit as continued to press some buttons and as he did the Carousel seemed to fold down in on itself and from the ceiling descended a contraption of leather and chains. “And this,” Lionel said pointing, “Is the second half of the Carousel. A bottom is suspended in the body harness section almost like a sling either face up or face down, but his arms and legs are all chained up separately and can be raised or lowered to various angles as we want, just like the floor section and he has no where to run and he becomes a total fuck marionette. The main variance is where the bottom section turns and rotates on its own, the H-bar holding the chains and harness can be manually turned by Stallions so the bottom is passed from dick to dick to dick anywhere inside the pit. So what do you think?” As I hit the blunt again Lionel yanked the chain and said, “Well it doesn’t really matter what you think. This is where you will be spending today getting raped and used by every Stallion in the house and I have given the boys a challenge. The one that makes you tap out gets a $1,000 bonus, so don’t expect it to be easy. They need a cock slut and whore who knows how to take dick and who better than you. So finish that blunt up and hop up on the Carousel, time for a ride!” While Lionel reset the Carousel Remy and Gabe walked over. Gabe blew a thick cloud of smoke my way, “Looks like our white pussy can’t get enough of this hood dick huh? I took it easy on you yesterday, yes I did, but I plan to get me that $1,000 so prepare to get raped good and right and tap out bitch!” Remy and Gabe stood on each side of me, lifted my t-shirt, and started licking and nibbling at my nipples. Each would take a break, hit their blunt, blow their smoke out around my nipples and then chew on them harder making me moan and squirm. After a couple minutes of that Remy stood back, stripped naked, and showed me his fresh Stallion brand. He smiled, then bent back over to chew on my right nipple as I laid my head back and reached out with my right hand to stroke his growing black dick. Lionel interrupted our foreplay, handed me a fresh blunt and said, “The Carousel is ready and it looks like our Stallions are too. Every one of the Stallions is carrying your AIDs virus and we will make sure your ass stays bloody so you can get anything else they have too. I’ll check on you from time to time to make sure you’re high as you can be, but otherwise, you are theirs to use. Smoke that up while I provide a few last minute instructions.” Lionel gathered all the Stallions around him by the Carousel as I continued to smoke. This blunt was much more powerful than the last and I was soon dizzy, high, and everything seemed like it was in slow motion. When Lionel came back he tied a leather blindfold tight around my eyes, guided me over to the Carousel and once I was strapped in I could feel the mini-bench gently vibrate as the height, arms, and legs, and other sections were adjusted. The music and voices sounded so far away now as I laid back and waited, waited for the first Stallion horse dick to fuck my guts and flood me with his biohazard cum. I didn’t have to wait long as a nice thick dick was suddenly knocking at my ass door. I still had Lionel’s load inside me so with a few violent thrusts it POPPED through and began to fuck me. YES – fuck I loved the feeling of raw dick in my ass with nothing but cum for lube! My head was tilted back and my throat stuffed with another dick, while a dick was placed in each hand for me to jerk and fluff to full proportions. My nipples were tweaked, pinched, and chewed on and over the next while my body was covered in Stallion spit, piss, hands, and cum as I was used for their pleasure. Dick after dick seeded my ass as the Carousel was adjusted for maximum access to my hole. The voices all blended together but I remembered once when a huge dick was brutally slam fucking me I cried out for him to fuck me harder and his voice roared back like a lion chasing down a kill, “SHUT THE FUCK UP MAN BITCH! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THAT DICK IN THAT WHITE HOLE – FUCKING SLOPPY WET PUSSY – THAT’S ALL YOU IS – SLOPPY PUSSY – GONNA RAPE IT LIKE I WANT!” Sounded like Remy or Gabe, not sure which but had to disappoint them as I was NOT tapping out and they had to do better than that to get that $1,000 bonus. I barely registered when Lionel had me unstrapped for a short break. Someone had covered my face at one point with a cloth covered in something that made my head really spin, I had poppers held up for me to use, a blunt to hit while I was being fucked, and more. Some water, more blunt, and Lionel had me chained into the hanging harness part of the Carousel and the second part of the ride began. I think I liked this better as the tops could get more motion with their fucks, twist me, push me away and slam back onto their dicks. I begged and pleaded to be fucked deeper, harder, and to be filled with cum and our Stallions gave me inch after inch of big raw dick. At one point I was afraid someone was fisting me and tried to object and cried out for Lionel, but he assured me it was just a big dicked country boy from West Virginia who had the thickest white dick he had ever seen. A few hits of the blunt and I could not get enough of the country dick stretching me open. The strangest thing then happened while I was being fucked in the harness. I had just hit a new blunt from Lionel or someone and it felt like someone had taken a hammer to my head, hit me, shards of glass fell away, and then everything was calm and crystal clear. I knew I was still in the Carousel being fucked and used and could hear the Stallions egg each other on, talking shit to me and about me, but at the same time I was thinking about my super-toxic AIDs virus. My goal with the Breeder’s Market was to ensure my super-charged bug was passed along to as many people as possible – and in DC my Mares and Stallions would create an explosion of infection that would radiate up and down the East Coast. I knew not everyone could handle it and some wasted away to nothing so quickly while others thrived on the virus. I also knew that steps would be taken by some to try to stop this new bug, which is why as the Zero carrier – the original source so to speak – I wanted to continue to take infected cum over and over, even slightly mutated strains of my own bug. I could almost see my cells plucking out any new bits of virus and absorbing them, any new infection and STD my body welcomed, used what it could and burned the rest away. I was not done yet, every toxic load spewed into my ass was one more piece I could use to constantly ensure I was even more toxic today than I was yesterday. My mind began to formulate the plans I would implement with the AIDs Lords now that I knew the Breeders Market formula worked and all the ways we would hook men and women into our plan through sex, drugs, and more. Lionel’s menacing voice was loud in my ear this time as he said again, “You back with me? Fucking white cum whore. Giving you all the dick you can handle, didn’t I promise you that? Say yes MASTER! Say yes SOULJA LOVER! Watching all these men climb up inside you, depositing their seed – DAMN! Feel me fucking your sloppy hole? Feel all that cum bloating you up? You just wait. This ain’t nothing baby, Daddy’s just getting you opened up so I can pick the two biggest nicca dicks here to double stuff you and make you beg for mercy as they prepare you for my fist so I can make sure you’re ready for you know who. Say yes to your SOULJA LOVER! Say yes to your Daddy! TAKE MY CHARGED CUM, TAKE IT BABY!” The leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into me bad, but the Stallions wouldn’t stop. The clarity I had vanished and my mind returned to the ecstasy and fog created by all the drugs Lionel continued to give me and the raw dick tearing my ass open. I don’t know what time it was when I was finally unchained from the Carousel for the day but I could barely stand. My whole body felt bruised, not just my ass, which was gaping and wet. I fumbled for a towel to instinctively wipe my ass off but Lionel kneeled behind me and lapped at my hole, licking me clean before he started biting my ass. I tried to pull away but just collapsed on the floor with Lionel eating my swollen ass like it was the first meal he had received in days. He bit me again hard, then climbed on my back, slammed his dick in with no resistance at all, and growled and grunted as he told me what a good slut I was for him. I knew when he was close as Lionel bit down hard on that spot where my neck meets my shoulder that he loves and warm blood tricked where his teeth sunk in as he snarled and flooded my ass with one more load. Lionel’s guards cleared the way as he led us back to his apartment, Remy holding me up on one side, Gabe on the other, both of them telling me they were not done with me yet. Back in the apartment I saw myself in the mirror and was shocked at how I looked, but the guys just laughed and said I looked like a gangbang slut should. I managed to piss a little and when I came out Gabe handed me a glass and said, “Drink.” So I did. He then guided me to the bed, laid on his back, had me straddle his dick, wrapped his arms around me and squeezed my body tight to his as he yelled, “Come on Rem, I want to see the look in his eyes as you get up in there before the G kicks in.” As Remy climbed onto the bed too I looked to the side and saw Lionel sitting in a chair, stroking his hard dick, chewing his lip like he did when he was horned and watching me get used. Gabe shifted me and his body a bit, I felt Remy’s hands on my back, pressure at my hole and then realized what they were trying to do. I started to struggle as best I could and begged for mercy as Remy’s monster black dick tore my ass open so he could join his brother inside my hole. My screams faded away as the G kicked in, the two monster black dicks raped my ass, and the last thing I saw was Lionel’s smiling face letting me know I was making my Soulja Lover proud.

Breeders Market - Day 6: Double brother dick down - the STALLION TWINS – As his unbelievable, 14-inch black dick slid into my ass I remembered a line I read someplace that said, “Having a thirst so mighty it cast a shadow.” That was me, a thirsty, shadow covered, bareback cum slut who had taken so much raw dick and cum since I had been visiting my BREEDERS MARKET in Southeast Washington, DC. My drug and dick induced haze was pierced by the voice of the man now getting ready to use me, “You ready to get that hole ground up like hamburger?” My breath caught in my throat, my guts cramped, I let out a long sigh as the sweat trickled into my eyes and dripped onto the leather covered fuck bench I was laying on knowing I was going to take the biggest dick I had ever seen. Friday had started out with Lionel fucking me, and the more he was inside me the more I knew I cared about him, wanted him, needed him, not just now but forever – and his tat said it all - SOULJA LOVER. But all of those feelings were soon pushed to the back as he had taken me to be gang fucked in the Ring-of-Death and the last man to bareback me and nutt in me using all that infected cum for lube was a tall basketball player type guy with a 12-inch dick who had written the word ‘Mine’ on my back before he left. Lionel had then led me back to his apartment, pulling me close to him with his blinged out collar around my neck, and the chain around his fist. The two, armed guards who escorted us through the secret passages in COVENANT kept talking about what a slut I had been and how good my cummy ass had felt. Lionel agreed, and as we waited for the elevator he pressed me against the wall, his breathe rich and foul from his smoke while his mouth covered mine and he kissed me long and hard and said, “You my slut, remember that, and you did Daddy so proud. Time to get ready for another round, and I have something new to show you that will be unveiled when we open for business tonight.” Back in Lionel’s apartment he had me hit a blunt, my high kicked back up and it made my ass feel so hot. I knew the only thing to put out that fire was raw dick. Lionel refused all attempts to let me at his dick, or to shower, and after a quick inspection of my ass to make sure I was not dirty – just nasty from cum – he let me toss on a t-shirt, jeans, snapped the collar back on me and led me to a section of COVENANT’s warehouse complex I had not been in before. “The STOCKYARD and our private rooms where the Mares get fucked and used are basically for those tops who wants some raw ass. While we get some secondary infections of the tops here, it does not provide any options for those bottoms looking for raw dick and a deep dick breeding,” Lionel was explaining as we walked. “DC is fucking full of bottoms, many of them with cash to spend, so tonight we premiere a new service, the STALLION RANCH. Think of the RANCH as a high-end gloryhole/bookstore. The bottoms pay to enter, they are greeted by our concierge staff who will explain the rules to them and then they are escorted to our lounge where they can drink, select from the party favor tray, or get right down to business by selecting the STALLION they want.” Wow, I always loved taking anonymous dick at the bookstore, but part of the appeal for me was how seedy it was and Lionel seemed to read my mind as he said, “The RANCH has several options, including a maze area that is rough, dirty, dark, and perfect for those bottoms looking for something just a little nasty. If they see a STALLION dick they like sticking through a hole, they can suck it or ride it, whatever they want and move on. But for those who prefer something a little more special, I have designed a series of high-end gloryhole rooms for them, and that is what I want to show you now.” We passed through a large metal door that had the outline of the head of a horse on it, painted in white with bright red eyes that if one looked closer enough you could see were really biohazard symbols. Once on the other side we were greeted by the concierge staff who were shirtless, dressed in white pants like the Stable Masters, but were of varying heights and sizes. Lionel then showed me the lounge, and sitting around a couple of tables were several naked men drinking and smoking, some of whom I recognized from my gang-fuck earlier. Lionel motioned to them, and they all stood up for inspection as he said, “These are some of our STALLIONS. They have all been charged, infected, and converted with shots of your blood, and I have pulled the biggest dicked, nastiest mother-fuckas that the DC/Baltimore area has to offer, and even a few from New York City to Atlanta. You got a little taste of what some of them have and as you will notice, like our MARES, the STALLIONS are all branded with the biohazard brand and an additional mark noting whose stable they belong too. But instead of just one brand, they have two, one between their belly button and their dick and another on their right bicep. More importantly, none of them have less than 9-inches, most are bigger, and all have been trained in how to prep a bottom’s ass to get it ripe for their infected cum, ripe and bloody I should say.” At that a few of them began rubbing their dicks. “We do have a couple smaller dicked guys on hand if needed, but our goal is make those bottoms hungry for bigger dick that will really rough them up. Come on, let me show you the gloryhole rooms I mentioned.” I smiled at the STALLIONS as we passed by and made a mental note I wanted to feel a couple of them again for sure. We passed through a leather covered swinging door and into a dimly lit hall with a series of doors on either side, and a concierge staffer indicated the second door on our right, which was open. I noticed each door had a single light above it, most were green, one was red, so I asked what that meant and Lionel said, “If the light is green the room is unoccupied, and also note all of these rooms are sound proofed so no one can hear any of the fun going on once the door is closed.” Made sense. We entered a small foyer. Right in front of us was another open door and on the wall at both ends of the foyer was a video screen playing porn and between the second door and the end walls there were gloryhole openings. We entered the inner room, which contained one of the fuck benches on the left in front of one gloryhole, a bar set up with various liquor and drugs, a large video screen playing more porn, and two large leather chairs. “This,” Lionel said, “Is for those bottoms who want a little more privacy and gives them all the options they could want. Once they pick their STALLION – or they can have our staff just choose one and it can be anonymous – the bottom can come in here, get fucked through that gloryhole while he is on the bench, or he can kneel at that one and suck dick or bend over and get fucked. Or he can invite the STALLION in the room to use him and take advantage of any of the toys, chains, collars, and other items we have. And for those couples where the partner wants to watch his bottom get used, we have some relaxing chairs for him to sit and watch the show. So what do you think?” I sat in one of the leather chairs, looking around, letting my mind imagine all of the fun one could have in that room as Lionel set out a series of his blunts, lit one, and said, “Hit this slut. I want to put you through your paces, you ready to please your Daddy dick again?” I anxiously inhaled the harsh smoke and got slammed as a thousand little needles pierced my brain and the world spun a bit. Lionel laughed, “Yeah, I should have warned you, this is a new and improved mix because I have a special gift for you tonight. Now smoke up and come suck on this dick.” Lionel unlatched the chain from my collar, I quickly stripped, sat down on the warm leather chair, grabbed the blunt, and hit it again. “Bend over slut, I want that booty fucked right, so let me rub some of this good Richmond crystal up in there.” Lionel dipped his finger in the powder covering a glass tray and roughly forced two fingers up my hole and coated my guts with crystal. The mix of the crystal and the smoke was intense and I felt like I could barely stand and suddenly Lionel’s voice seemed 100 miles away. Lionel then pointed to the gloryhole on the left where there was a nice thick, white dick sticking through. “Swallow that dick for Daddy, show me you can suck a good juicy one.” There was a padded leather pillow, which I slid against the wall and knelt in front of the gloryhole and started to suck the dick sticking through. The hole was elongated and seemed designed to accommodate someone real tall, or shorter, and was wide enough so that when the top pressed against the wall, I could suck him almost to the base without hitting the wall. The edges of the hole had a soft, rubber gasket around it, so no risk of splinters or anything else and I soon became lost in trying to choke down the dick that was offered and was rewarded with a mouth full of hot, steamy cum. I licked my lips, stood up, and saw Lionel was in one of the chairs, naked, stroking his dick and biting his lip like he always did when he was watching me get used. I went back over to Lionel, took the blunt he handed me and hit it twice, the smoke stinging my eyes, my lungs tightening, the spinning in my head speeding up like a bullet train. I opened my eyes to see Lionel with a big shit eating grin on his face as he said, “Look who has come back for another round, our buddy Gabe.” I turned and almost dropped the blunt as I recognized the 12-inch dicked top who was the last one to rape fuck me earlier. Gabe was standing there with no shirt on, long basketball shorts, smoking a joint, smiling, and rubbing the huge bulge now tenting his shorts. Lionel said, “Show him,” so Gabe put the joint between his lips as the smoke curled round his face making him squint a little as with both hands he slid his shorts down, freeing his giant horse dick. My eyes immediately focused on something else, the red, raw, and pulsing biohazard brand just below his belly button. Lionel laughed, “Our boy here wanted to be a STALLION, but I had to be sure he had what it took, so earlier was his – let’s say – his tryout and since he passed with flying colors, I immediately had my guys mark him. I set the blunt down, stumbled over, knelt in front of his swaying black dick and reached out to rub my fingers across his fresh brand. ‘WHAT THE FUCK!” Gabe yelled as he slapped me across the face, “That shit hurts.” I started to apologize as he grabbed my arm, yanked me up, tossed me over the fuck bench and tried pushing his big dick back up into my ass. My hole was dry and clenched from the crystal so Lionel suggested, “Lick that hole, use your spit man, then I want to see you rape it again if you still got it in you.” Gabe pushed me back down on the bench, roughly spread my cheeks, and started spitting into my hole like a man on a mission. I tried to rise up to ask for the blunt, but Gabe dropped his weight on me to hold me down, put his head down by my left ear, and whispered so only I could hear, “MINE.” As I remembered he had written that on my back, Gabe’ dick pierced my hole, I struggled and tried to get up, but he grabbed both wrists, held my arms out forward and pushed his dick further in. I screamed, “UUUGHHHH NOOOOO,” as Gabe started giving me long, deep strokes of raw dick, tearing my ass that was still pretty dry, and continuing to push in a little further with every motion of his hips. Lionel was yelling now, “That’s it slut, fight him, try to get him off, I need to know I got a Stallion on deck that ain’t afraid to rape those bottoms that change their minds about the infected breeding they came here for. Gabe says he’s my man for that, but I’m not sure I believe him. Are you that man Gabe? You the man to make those bottom sluts bleed for that dick you swinging? You the man to put the beat down on them? Drug them if need be? Bruise them up if need be? Do ANYTHING to infect their pink holes? I’m not convinced Gabe, not convinced at all, you got to show me something better.” Gabe was grunting and groaning and moaning in agreement until Lionel said that, he then stopped, yanked his dick out of my ass making me scream, and as I slid off the fuck bench I was overcome with the realization my high was wearing down and this boy may be more than I wanted. CLINK – the sound of the chain snapping into my collar made me look up at Gabe, who was standing over me, staring with eyes so fucking intense as his upper lip curled slightly in a sadistic smile. He then yanked on the chain, pulling me off the floor as I begged to be able to hit the blunt, but all I got in reply was Lionel telling Gabe to show him he was the rapist he needed. Gabe dragged me to the end of the fuck bench, pushed me up on it so my face was inches from the other gloryhole and I heard a CLINK as Gabe attached the chain for my collar to an eyehook set in the wall. Gabe then stepped away, came back, I felt him wrap leather cuffs around my right hand, he then twisted my arm behind my back, cuffed my left hand, and CLINK, connected them together with an metal eye hook. I laid my head to the side to try to see him as he bent down, cuffed and anchored my left ankle to the fuck bench, then went to the other side and cuffed and anchored my right. Gabe then used the controls on the fuck bench to adjust the height a little bit before taking both hands and driving his nails deep into the flesh of my hips before pulling me back towards the end of the bench, the chain at my neck twanging as it snapped taught. I was totally trussed up, tied down, and my ass was all his. Gabe gently ran his big hands up and down my spine making me shiver. He then traced a path down each leg, up my sides, around my arms, and then leaned back over me and whispered again, “MINE.” Lionel was frantic now with sexual need, “OH MY FUCKING GOD NICCA – that’s the shit I’m talking about. Now what are you going to do? Huh? Come on man, show me how you are going to breed those pink holes.” Gabe stepped up to the taunts, nestled his big dick head at my hole, dug his nails into me even deeper and SLAMMED HIS DICK UP MY ASS! My screams seemed so soft, I was not sure I had even made a noise, or maybe it was the white hot pain, the soundproofing, or the drugs, or fuck who knew. My neck snapped back and forth, but the collar and chain to the wall held me tight. Gabe’ nails dug deeper into the flesh of my hips as his 12-inch dick raped me raw, intent on breeding me, fucking me harder, deeper, and deeper, and then it clicked. My whole body seemed to give up, my ass opened and relaxed, and I was overcome with the most intense need and desire and I murmured, “Fuck me, please fuck me, push all the infected cum deeper in me, please fuck me, give me that stallion dick!” Gabe and Lionel were talking shit now in stereo, but it was Gabe I heard mostly, “Fuck yeah! That’s right! Breeding that pink hole, getting paid to rape this shit like I want, fuck yeah! You lucky your man here or I would beat the shit out of you too for fighting me, but that’s alright, next time, but right now, fuck yeah! You like that man dick? You like what I got for you? You like it hard like that? Yeah you do, fuck yeah! Let me pull it out and slam it back in – HOLY SHIT! Feel that? Feel me pull it out and slam it back in? Feel that? Got sent to the pen for raping pussy, but here – fuck – you’all some freaks – paying me to rape pink hole! I can’t find no one who can take me like I want, but you can can’t you slut? You can take me? MAKE YOU TAKE ME! UGHH…UGHHH… no I got a long way to go yet now snap that neck back around and pay attention, you got a big dick to suck on now too, so open that fucking slut mouth and suck it!” Gabe was right, there was another dick now pushing its way through the gloryhole, and it kept coming, and coming, and coming – God damn! That black snake was long as shit, and I opened my mouth and twisted my head around until I was able to work the head into my mouth, which is hard to do with no hands I found, all the while Gabe was bang fucking me. The new dick throbbed, pulsed, and twitched in my mouth and tasted like shit – literally – and the guy on the other side of the wall was insistent as he kept trying to push his dick down my throat, but it was too fucking big and with my neck chained like it was I just could not swallow it. He let me suck for a little bit, then the new dick retreated. Gabe was still talking shit and rough fucking when the door opened and I turned my neck to see a tall, super skinny guy standing there watching Gabe fuck my ass. The new guy stood in the doorway a second, and I noticed he was not branded, then I noticed he had a tattoo of a chain that started on his right thigh and the links wound their way up, around his waist, bunched up, then travelled up across his chest and over his shoulder and then back around his neck. He closed the door and then left my line of vision and I focused back on Gabe who was now close. “TAKE THIS DICK YOU SLUT, GETTING THAT HOLE RAPED REAL GOOD, TAKE IT NOW, TAKE IT, YOU CONNA MAKE ME NUTT….OH FUCK YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT…MAKE ME NUTT….OF FUCK….. UGGGHHHH…” Gabe was so deep and I could feel spurt after spurt of his cum explode inside me as he collapsed on top of me. Cum and ass juice were streaming down the fuck bench as Gabe pulled out, sighing, then I heard him say, “SHIT – my brand split open from banging so hard. Guess what slut, now you got my blood and brand puss all over that ass too, as well as my nutt.” Gabe then leaned down and whispered, “Thanks slut, I have not been able to fuck a hole like I wanted in a long time and this time was even better than earlier. I will see you again.” As soon as Gabe stepped out the door Lionel’s dick was in my ass, “FUCK you make Daddy proud. Love feeling that hole when its been used and tore up, so swollen and puffy, and nasty, shit watching him do you like that, awwww baby here I cum, take it, feel Daddy nutt in that bruised hole.” Lionel yanked his dripping dick out of my shredded ass, unchained me from the fuck bench, rubbed my neck, wrists, and ankles for me to help the circulation flowing before introducing me to our new guest. “This is Remy. You’ve been knotted, gang fucked, and more, but he…Remy here brings a little something extra. See Gabe and Remy are brothers, their mother was Catholic and named them after two of the archangels, Gabriel and Remiel, oh if she could see her boys now! Anyways, I could charge premo rates for a true brother tag-team Stallion fuck, but Remy says he’s straight, and he’s got this wicked heroin habit to feed. See all those track marks on his arms? He’s also negative, with the papers to prove it believe it or not, but I’m offering Remy more money than he has ever dreamed up, so this is his test to see if he can get it up and provide the kind of service I want from him and if you can do what you do. Remy has done time for rape too, just like his brother, must be a fucking genetic thing or just a curse for those freaks with monster dicks, I don’t know, so I am offering him protection and a place to get out those urges. I have agreed to leave you two alone to have some fun, you both know what I expect out of each of you.” The door closed, Remy was sitting in one of the chairs, his dick only half hard now as I walked to the other chair, sat down, cringing as pain shot from my ass, grabbed a blunt and lit it up. The pain quickly subsided as the drugs kicked in and for extra benefit I coated a finger and stood up and worked it up my loose hole as Remy watched in silence. He then reached down and took a black leather bag off the floor, set out his supplies. “Turn the fuck away,” he snarled. I shifted in my chair, hit the blunt, as I assumed he was hitting his heroin. The crackling and popping of my blunt was the only sound in the room for a few moments, and the orange and yellow glow seemed to echo off the walls as the smoke escaping my lips rose in the air like smoke signals of Native Americans- the story now was “Breed and Infect”. I turned and tipped the ash off the blunt, as I saw Remy take the needle he had just shot up with and poke his dick up and down the shaft. Little rivulets of blood seeped out, joined together, formed tiny little streams which he used as his right hand slid up and down his shaft, jacking – pumping more blood into his engorged veins, increasing the little streams to rivers- then he was ready, his dick coated in warm blood and still seeping. Remy sat up bolt right and said, “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but no matter what, I am going to fuck you.” I laughed, shaking my head and thinking, man, you have no idea, as I stood up, hit the blunt some more, blew the smoke his way as I walked to the fuck bench. I laid on my back, lifted my legs up exposing my hole and said, “Come on man, your bother lubed it up, let’s see if you can fuck as good as he can and make me tap out.” Remy told me to spread my hole, and I felt a sharp pang as he started poking my ass with his bloody needle, in and out - in and out, just enough to make me bleed and to ensure my virus was free to pillage and plunder and seep into his shaft’s open wounds. Remy then turned the video screen off, walked over and hit the light switch, and then was soon touching my body to get his bearings. He pulled me forward on the bench until my ass was hanging a bit in the air, he leaned down over me as his hands wrapped themselves around my collar and my hands felt the sinewy tendons and collapsed veins in his arms. Remy’s dick was dripping as it nudged towards my hole, getting its bearings in the dark, and seemed to know when he had arrived. The pressure on my neck increased and Remy said, “You ready to get that hole ground up like hamburger?” Stay tuned for Day 7 – Going Cold Turkey

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

This is absolutely the best. I'm not big into the piss drinking and golden showers and all that. But when a top lets go a bladder full of piss deep in my guts, its one of the best feelings.

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