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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: The first couple of pages of this story don't have chasing in them. It only starts near the end. I've been lurking on here for a while and decided to post about my experiences slowly progressing from a safe sex only guy to a bareback slut. I don't know how many of these stories I'll post, but if y'all like them, I'll post more. I grew up in the late 80s/early 90s in New York. In my brain back then, everyone who was gay died. I tried hard to hide my sexuality. When I would lapse and mess around with a guy, it was only oral and making out. I never swallowed cum and always felt guilty afterward. Eventually Aaron, a neighbor boy, and I started trying to fuck. It hurt and we stopped most times, until one night in a not yet developed part of his subdivision he fucked me. It was safe that time and every time he fucked me after. I'd always feel guilty after Aaron and I messed around, but we always did it again until I graduated from high school. After that, we only saw each other when I was home from college. Aaron is another story. My freshman year, I didn't really fool around with guys much. I joined a fraternity, dated girls, drank and partied. In was my sophomore year when I met my first boyfriend. He was a medical student, 4 years older than me, at 23. He always topped me and he always used protection. I was also not really satisfied with our sex, but I was in love. That is, until we broke up about a year after we started dating. It was my junior year and I moved out of the fraternity house spring semester because I was tired of having a roommate. I moved in with a straight guy and finally had my own room. I hooked up with a bunch of guys and was learning to top as well as bottom. I was having a blast. I was still all about using condoms every time I fucked back then. I was very serious about only playing safe. Then I turned 21 and my friends and I started going to the gay bars to dance and drink. It's here that I should say I was 6'2", blonde, blue eyes, 185 lbs with a 30" waist and a 7.5"cut cock. I became really popular at the bars, not that I thought anything of it. I would hookup with guys and still always used protection, but the more I drank the more likely I was to get fucked that night by a guy I had just met - white, black, latino, asian, didn't matter as long as they were young and hot. One night, I was dancing on the box in jeans and a pretty tight fraternity t-shirt and this guy got on the box with me and we started grinding. We kissed and went to get a drink. We ran into friends and I learned this guy's name was Matt. We had a few drinks, danced some more, and I could feel his dick getting hard as he was grinding my ass. He said let's have another drink and talk. We went off and talked and drank some more and he turned out to be a really cool guy. Unfortunately, he wasn't a local. He was in town for work and staying with a friend for the weekend. After a while, he kissed me and his hand slipped into my pants and grabbed my ass. We made out at the bar like that for a while and then he pushed me into a darker corner and slipped his hand down the back of my pants and underwear and rubbed my hole. I moaned and I kissed him hard and asked if he wanted to get out of there. We left and went back to his friend's place a few blocks away. He had me naked as soon as we were in the door. I didn't even know if his friend was home, but I was naked and sucking Matt's cock in the living room of this apartment. He was hard and I was getting his cock wet as fuck. I wanted to make him feel good more than anything in that moment. He took his shirt off and then as he got the rest of his clothes off he told me to turn around. I got on all 4s and he ate my ass. No one had ever done that before. I was in heaven. I was moaning and pushing my ass back on Matt's tongue. He ate my ass for about 10 minutes and then he turned me over and we made out and I could taste myself on him. It was so hot. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we must've made out for 20 minutes or more. It felt like forever and I was so into it. The whole time his cock was rubbing in my ass crack and poking at my hole. I knew we should stop and get a condom but I was so turned on and I figured we wouldn't fuck yet. His cock felt so good on my ass that a spread my legs more and just then his cock slipped in my ass about halfway. I was shocked and so was he. We hadn't used any lube and he wasn't trying to penetrate me yet, but there was his cock in my ass bareback. It felt so good. I grabbed his ass and as he looked into my eyes questioningly, I said, "Don't stop. Fuck me." He started to rock his bare cock in and out of my ass. I loved it. No cock had ever felt this good in my ass, On the floor on this random guy's friend's apartment, I was getting barebacked and I loved it. I thought about stopping but I didn't want to. I knew it was dangerous, but it felt so great that I just kept kissing him and saying "Fuck Me." It didn't take long before I felt him getting close to cumming. He started tensing up and I slid my hands down his back and grabbed his ass hard. He looked at me as said, "I'm going to cum in your ass." I said, "Do it. Cum in me." and I pulled him into me as he shot his cum in my ass. I'd never felt anything like it. It felt so good that I came right after he shot his load in me. He said, "Wow that was so hot.' and he slipped his cock out of my ass. He said, let's take a shower and we did. In the shower he said, "I never thought you'd take get fucked bareback. You seem like such a good boy." I told him that was my first time bareback and he got hard immediately. He asked if I wanted his bare cock in me again. I just leaned against the shower wall and spread my legs. He lined up his cock and for the second time ever, I let a cock in me without a condom. He fucked me there until the water got cold and then we went out to the couch in the living room. He slid his bare cock in me again fucked me on the couch on the living room eight next to my jeans where I knew I had a condom in the pocket. I didn't want the condom though. I just was his bare cock. I was on all 4s and he was behind me. He was getting close again and I was jerking my cock. It's then that he said, "Tell me you want my cum." I heard a noise, but was so into getting fucked that I just said loudly, "Cum in my ass." He blew his load into my ass. I was so turned on that I was in a haze. I had just let a dude cum in me again and I loved it. After a few seconds, we looked up and there was his friend who had just seen me getting fucked and heard me begging for cum. He smiled and said, "Glad you're having fun Matt." I was so embarrassed. Matt was too, but less so than me. Matt and I slept together that night for a bit, but I couldn't sleep knowing what I'd just done and been seen doing. I left Matt my phone number and left for my own apartment. I was really freaked out, but that night and for almost a month I jerked off remembering Matt fucking me bareback and cumming in my ass. I told myself I wouldn't fuck again without condoms, but part of me knew that wasn't true.

Losing my Virginity in so many ways! (Part 1) I made it through my small town high school never drinking or doing any drugs. But after I started college in a big city alcohol and drugs were easy to find. I began drinking, but was not a big drinker for fear of losing my lean body to a beer gut. I should tell you about myself, my name is Adam. I am 18, just shy of 6 feet tall, a slim 175 pounds with dirty blond hair and green eyes which most people tell me are mesmerizing. I have a 27” waist which makes me 8” cut cock look much bigger then it is, and I am gay. I have known I was gay ever since I was 10 when I had a crush on my best friend. The knowledge of my sexuality was one of the reasons I chose to attend a college in the city. More guys like me to choose from for my first time. Yes I am a virgin, I have never kissed a guy let alone have sex. When you live in a small town, you dare not be discovered for fear of being ridiculed. Having a father who was the local minister didn’t help, but now I am a few hundred miles away with no one from my home town here with me. I had only been away at school a few weeks when the Labor Day weekend was approaching. Since my suite mate was heading home for the weekend after class on Thursday, I decided I was going to stay on campus and hopefully find my “first”. I was very curious to try all I could over the long weekend. Little did I know I was going to get more then I was seeking. As soon as my suite mate left I hoped on line to see what I might be able to find. I had hear about a web site called Manhunt and quickly joined. After I created my profile I posted a couple pics I had with the most revealing pic being me in my speedo from my high school swim team. Within minutes of my profile being posted I was getting hits like you would not believe. All ages and types of guys sent me messages. So many that I was able to be picky at who I responded to. I decided I wanted someone older and more experienced so I could learn from him as much as possible and there he was! He was 25, 6’ 2” tall, lean, muscular build, hung with 9” and cut like myself. He listed he had experienced a lot sexually and was open to everything from mild to the wild. He sent a simple message welcoming me to manhunt and asking me what a cute college guy like myself was doing on line. I wasted no time in telling him and being direct that I was looking to lose my virginity. He hit me back with an instant message so we could chat directly. He told me his name was Brandon. He asked me all kinds of questions like what I was looking to do, what I wanted to try and what I was willing to try. I told him that I was open to everything he wanted to show me as long as we played safe. He asked when I was available and how long I was willing to spend with him. I had one class on Friday that was canceled this week due to the holiday weekend and the fact that everyone was heading home Thursday, everyone that is except me. He asked me about my drinking habits and if I ever tried drugs before. I was honest with him that I had only started to drink recently since I started school but was curious as to what drugs he might be talking about. I was curious as to why some people like to use drugs and what they got from drugs. Brandon told me that there are some drugs that enhance sexual pleasure. He asked if I might be willing to try these with him this weekend. My curiosity got the best of me and I found myself answer with a “FUCK YES”. We made plans to meet and I found out that he did not live that far from campus. That sounded good to me, and I was out the door in seconds and on my way to his place. After a short 10 minute walk I was at his apartment, rang the buzzer and was buzzed in the building. I went up the 3 floors to his apartment and knocked on the door. His pics did not do him justice. I was greeted at the door by this Adonis of a man. I knew this was the man to take me to new places and show me all that I wanted to learn. We shook hands and he showed me around. He had a nice apartment. He told me he was a grad student at my school. He had originally planned to head out of town for the weekend, but when he saw me on line, he decided to stay and wanted to spend the weekend with me. He had me hooked from the moment I saw him. I sat down and he offered me a soda. As we sipped out sodas and chatted. He knew I was a virgin and I expressed some concern about getting fucked for the first time, I had heard that getting fucked for the first time would hurt like hell, but he assured me he that he knew how to fuck me so it would not hurt. He asked me again was I sure I wanted to experiment with drugs. I figured what the hell, I might as well try them, if I don’t like them I will never do drugs again. I will at least be able to say I tried them. Brandon said, “All right then” as he leaned in and kissed me. This was my first kiss and it was fantastic. The more we kissed and made out the more comfortable I felt with Brandon. As we continued kissing, Brandon slowly moved his hands all over my body, touching places I never thought were sexual and before I knew it my shirt was on the floor and my shorts were sliding down my legs. I was sitting there only wearing boxers. Brandon broke our kiss and asked if I was sure I wanted to try some drugs. I was so comfortable with this guy. I felt that there was no way he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. I simply said “Yes.” He then reached over to the end table and pulled out a small toiletry bag. He opened it and pulled out a couple of pills, one small white one and another that was oval and blue. He told me to swallow the pills and drink all the rest of my soda. I asked, “What are these?” “The blue one is a Viagra and the white one is an Ecstasy.” I had heard about Ecstasy and knew that this would make me super horny. Before I swallowed down the pills I reminded Brandon that I would only play safe with condoms. He just told me to take the pills. I popped both pills in my mouth and downed the rest of my soda. Brandon said “Now let’s get down to business” as he led me to his bedroom. As we stood up I began to feel very strange, warm all over and very horny. We reached his room as he kissed me and pushed me to my knees. I was face to face (or should I say face to cock) with his crotch. He looked down at me and asked, “What do you want?” “I want to suck your cock.” “Then open my shorts and suck my cock.” I reached up and my hands were shaking. I am not sure if they were shaking cause I was a little nervous or cause of the drugs, but they were shaking. I removed Bandon’s shorts and wasted no time in licking his cock. He placed his hand on the back of my head, guided me as I began to suck his cock. Brandon knew this was my first time with another guy and he was very patient and gave me advice as we went along. The first time his cock hit the back of my mouth I almost puked, but as I listen to what he told me I did better and soon was deep throating him with ease. He soon had me stand up and we got on the bed and he laid down on his back and I on top of him and I was sucking him as he was sucking me. I was starting to feel better and better as we continued our sucking when all of a sudden he stopped and began to lick down my shaft and took my balls in his mouth. The sensations were unbelievable as he sucked and licked my balls. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to explode. Then something happened that sent me to the moon. Brandon began to lick my ass hole. OH MY GOD! I couldn’t continue sucking his cock and began to moan and writhe in pleasure. Brandon asked if I was ok, all I could say was “I’m great.” He then had me get off of him and lay down on my back as he lifted my legs and resumed licking my hole. I felt as if I was floating and the pleasure was unbelievable as Brandon continued to lick my ass. He then started to work his way back up my body as he licked my shaft, sucked the head a bit, then up mu flat abs, across my chest, licking and nibbling on my nips before kissing me deep and passionately. When he broke the kiss he asked me “Are you enjoying yourself? Do you like the X and G?” “What is G?” “I put GHB in your soda, it relaxes you and helps you get hornier then you are able to with the Ecstasy alone.” “Oh yea, I’, liking the drugs.” “You ready for the next step kid?” “I am all yours, whatever you want to do I am ok with.” “Are you sure?” “Oh yeah, I am very sure. You haven’t done me wrong yet.” “All right then, you want to try my sling?” All I could say was “Sling?” To be honest I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but I was game for anything. We got up and he pulled this bag out of his closet and in s short time had this contraption set up. He showed me how to get in it and I was quickly sitting in the sling. He showed me where to put my legs and before I knew it he had them restrained in straps along with my arms. I had no problem with what he was doing; this guy wouldn’t do anything that would hurt me. As I sat there in the sling I could feel the drugs were warring off and Brandon seem to sense that as well. He looked down at me at and said “It’s time to kick this party up a notch. You ready to try something a little stronger?” I simply nodded and he ran back to the living room to grab his little toiletry bag and asked again “Are you sure about trying something a little stronger?” “HELL YES!” He then pulled out a needle filled with white powder. I started to get scared, what had I agreed to here. He added some water and then pulled out some rubber strips that he fastened around his bicep and mine. “Hey, I am not sure about this Brandon.” “I asked you twice and you said yes, not just yes, HELL YES. Now there is no turning back. I know you will like this and we will have a great weekend.” “Brandon I want to go home, I don’t want to do this anymore.” As I said this I realized I had not asked this guy his HIV status. “You never told me what your HIV status is?” “You never asked, it’s listed on my profile along with the fact that I only fuck raw, no condoms. It’s too late bitch, now you will learn when you agree to something you follow through with it. You told me you wanted to try everything I wanted to show you and now you will.” I watched as the needle was stuck into my arm, I watched as he pulled back on the plunger and drew back a little bit of blood, I watched as the bloody fluid disappeared into my vein and I watched as he pulled the rubber off my arm. Warmth quickly washed over my body. As Brandon leaned in and kissed me I felt as if I could not breathe then suddenly coughed into his mouth. I heard a ringing in my ears and when are kiss broke I was a new man, a different man, a man wanting sex any way I could get it. “How’s my little bitch now? You ready for me to impregnate you with my DNA?” “Fuck me please, I need it, I need to be fucked.” Brandon moved back between my legs and lubed up my hole. He had Crisco there and was using that to lube my hole. I am not sure how many fingers were in me, but it all felt so damn good. I looked down between my legs and it looked like he had 4 fingers in my hole and was looking to try and stick his fist in me. He must have seen the look on my face when he told me, “Not to worry my little piggy, you’ll be taking a whole lot more inside this ass before I am done with you.” He pulled his fingers out and slid his raw cock in me in one full stroke. Man did it feel incredible. This stud started fucking me like he knew I needed. All I could do was moan as Brandon fucked me, easy to start with but this was not what I wanted or needed. “Fuck me, fuck me hard, breed me.” Did I just say that? Brandon wasted no time and started to pound away at my hole. It felt so good being fucked. He would slam into me hard, the sling would swing out and I would slam back on his cock before he drew back and slammed into me again. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was 30-45 minutes. Brandon began to fuck in quick, short strokes as his breathing picked up. He looked me in the eye and asked “Are you ready to be impregnated? Are you ready for my DNA?” “Yes I am.” “Beg for is bitch.” “Please impregnate me, give me your DNA.” As he continued to look me in the eye, he began to breathe heavier and roared out that he was cumming. As I felt his dick pulse inside me I knew my life would never be the same. I loved the sex, I loved the drugs and the weekend had only begun.

Hey, Going to be in bberlin for New Years... And would really like to be the no mercy, no limits - victim for some really toxic guys. There will be no limits, and no rules - any sick fantasy can come true on the last day of the year!

(This is a 100% true story). I was at an fb's house one morning getting poppered up and fucked every which way. This good looking guy in his mid 30s loved to popper me up, use my hole and unload his cum deep inside me...especially when I already had a load (or 12--but that is a different story) in me. After his first quick cum we took a break and checked bbrt. An amazingly good looking African American man in his early 20s messaged me asking to hook up. I asked my fb if he could come over, and he eagerly agreed. 15 minutes later Brian showed up and stripped down. In addition to good looks and a great physique, his cock was amazing. 9 inches long, 7 inches thick. It is the one penetrating me in my profile photo. I quickly bent over and presented my cum lubed hole for him. Cum is my favorite lube by far! The great thing about young cock is hardness. It felt like an iron rod slamming into me, and stretching my hole. The bad thing is how fast they often cum. Turns out Brian was a fast cummer, but no worries because he came in me twice without pulling out. My fb was very turned on while this was going on, feeding me poppers in my nose and his cock in my mouth the whole time. When Brian pulled out, my fb immediately mounted me and after a few thrusts coated my hole with another load of cum. He then announced that we needed to leave because he needed to go to work. As we walked out the door I turned to Brian and asked if he wanted to play some more. He said yes, and off we went to the bathhouse. I got a room, got on my hands and knees, and Brian fucked me for another two hours, unloading 4 more loads of young cum in me. It was still morning, so not too many people there, but still managed to take a few other cocks and loads in between my loads from Brian. Brian's cock was so long and his cum shots so deep that it wasn't until we got up to leave the bathhouse that his six loads plus the two from my fb and the couple other ones started oozing out of my very satisfied hole....

Hot a message from a buddy on bbrt in the morning asking if was free, he wanted cum, i said of course come on over, he did, came to my place, ate his hole good and fucked him for a good 20mins before i pump my load in him deep, he headed out and i got ready for work, thought he left my neighborhood but he didn't, he send another message asking if i could give him another load and i said yes but couldn't host, so we drove off to a near by woods and fucked load number 2 into him. Later on at work i got bored and i logged onto bbrt to find another message from him asking if i could load him up again, said of course, meet u out back my work place and i'll fuck u there, 20mins after i send that i get "here" so i met him outside and went to a discreet place near my work and fucked load 3 into him. He had 3 loads in him already previous to the my first load, 2 from a buddy of him and 1 more from sone random guy he found, he was really hungry for cum and cock, he claims to be str8 and he likes girls but he get a real craving for dick from time to time. I am quite sure he got a few more loads after i fucked him the second time. He's hole is amazing. He said "I'll b around tomorrow if u got some more cum for me", ha! of course i do! Multiple cummer here and can give as much cum as a cum hungry whore like him wants. Anybody near my area hit me up, love to to have a few reg cum dumps to use.

Last night/this morning. Hooked up with a hot 27 year old in his hotel room and we took turns breeding each other. I'm getting old. I only got three loads into his hole to the six he shot into mine. I'm still giving birth to his children.

Hot anonymous interracial bareback fuck in hotel room... http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=8KUwn-G306-

Id like to hear the thoughts from poz guys too about breeding neg. bottoms while off their meds. As a bottom it turns me on to think a poz guy would take a med. holiday for me so he could do me with a high viral count. If he is going off meds. for me then I definitely want his cum in me.

I didn't think I would be either, I started off not using condoms because it was with my first boyfriend, but once I started hooking up I became a condom nazi. But then one night I got drunk and got bred and loved it, and just kept doing it.

really? i'm 26 and my record right now is 8 loads in 3 hours span. i have stayed overnight with a guy and fucked him every hour on the hour. idk if i qualify as young but i think that means i can go the distance lol

I dont mean this in a derogatory way, but AIDS is much like aging, only accelerated. So at 51, I wouldn't recommend accelerating the process anymore than you need too. The average life expectancy in the US for a man is 78. Based on that you have a little over 25 years left, and often the last 5-10 are not the best. Because of that I HIGHLY recommend getting on and staying on the best treatment you can get asap.

I was out for a ride and decided to stop at and Adult Book/Video Store I knew was near. I noticed a few cars in the lot as I went inside. I checked the videos then went into the video area. I saw 3 guys hanging out and went into a booth. The booths did not have doors or glory-holes, just a short wall for some privacy. I the booth, I inserted money and selected a video. Being very horny, I dropped my pants and stroked my cock as I played with a nipple. After a few minutes, one of the guys looked around the short wall. I looked at him and nodded. He came over and grab one of my nipple rings. He said pierced nipples turned him on. He started twisting and pulling on the ring as he kissed me. As his tongue entered my mouth, I rubbed his cock through his jeans. He unfastened his jeans and I pushed them down, exposing his hard cock. Pulling and twisting my nipple even more, he asked if that was too much. I replied that it was not enough. He put his cock on top of mine and I wrapped my hand around both cocks. He worked both nipples even more as we kissed, waves of pleasure radiated from my nipples. Soon I felt him cum and I tried to catch it in my free hand. Finished, he stepped back, still pulling on my nipples. I licked his cum from my hands as I noticed the other 2 guys were watching us. I saw that his cock was getting hard again so I bent down and licked his cock. As I took it into my mouth, I felt a hand exploring my ass. I quickly sucked his cock, swallowing more cum, as fingers probed my ass.. I then said, “Fuck me”, and positioned myself. I cock was pressing against my ass and, as he pressed forward, I move back, ramming the cock deep into my ass. As I was being fucked, the first guy pulled on my nipples. I felt him start to pull out, ready to cum, and I told him to cum inside me. He fucked me harder then filled my ass with his cum. As he pulled out, I said to the 3rd guy, “I need more”. He quickly stepped up and was soon fucking me. I was in heaven but I needed even more. He finished quickly and those two left. I asked the first guy if he wanted to fuck me. He said, “yes', and I felt him enter my ass and pound me hard. As he pounded me he reached down and pulled on my nipple rings. After he came, he stepped back. We kissed then he left the booth. I dressed and walked out.

I started out fucking bareback from the very beginning. In the mid 80's and into the 90's I used condoms because of the AIDS hysteria, but still I used to swap filled condoms with a German penpal I had. Couldn't help but tasting it and show it into my ass. I've never fucked with a condom (or been fucked with one) in this century.

Two stories for you this time; This past Monday I had off so I was hitting up any and every app/hookup site I could think of. Eventually got a hit from a 22 year old that lives maybe 30 minutes away from me. Told him I didn't have much time (I had an errand to run that day), but if he wanted to come over real quick and chill for a bit I would be down. Fast forward I'm undressing him. Taller and rocking the dad bod a bit with a cock as big as a soda can. I'm not joking. It took me many tries but eventually I took it all the way down to the hilt, thanks to inhaling poppers. Not the best fuck but he pinned me down and dropped a good sized load in me. I definitely want to see him again but I'm going to have to open my hole a bit before he shows up. Second story; I recently downloaded Growlr and have been having some great success with it. I didn't really think anyone would be into the twink type but I'm not complaining. I got a hit one day while uptown from a Latino top all the way in Brooklyn. Usually I try to get the guy to dirty talk me a bit but he wasn't having it. I was horny, had poppers on me already (I'm working on being a great cumdump), and thought why not. Took me a hour and a half to get to him but it was totally worth it. Hot chub who actually bred me not once, but two times! We were planning on a third but I had to leave. I was home for all of 5 minutes before I had to squirt everything out and he definitely filled me up. A river of cum shot out from my ass and got all over the bathroom floor. DEFINITELY seeing him again. Got a bud for tonight so I'll try to remember to post about it within the next day or so.

Mmm great blog. I'm a total cum slut (amongst other things) and although I don't use rubber or bother with fucking guys that do, I do like used ones. Pleasuredome in Waterloo have little bags in the cubicles where guys put there used rubbers. When I'm particularly dirty I like to find a bag with a few 'deposits' and use some of the spunk to lube up my ass and eat the rest. Do remember taking more cum from used johnny's one slow night than from guys but not very often

Incredible story. The relationship between each character is so important and so hot.

I don't know about other bottoms but I tend to want more and more fucking once I start having sex. When I party, I love dominant pig tops only. Lately I have been meeting many black tops and some latino tops. Many of them have hugh cocks and know how to use them well. But when it comes to party pig tops, none comes near my three black top fuck buddies. Omar, Mike and Dante. Omar is really tall and muscular and has a 13 inches of man cock that stays hard for days when we party. I am sure he takes Viagra or something. I first met Omar and he enjoyed our fucking enough that we became regular fuck buds. Then I met Omar's neighbor, Mike during one night at the staircase of his building. Omar made me get on my knees and suck his cock in the middle of staircase during one of our late night partying sessions. Then Mike walked in on us with a girl who he was fucking behind his wife's back. Mike was going to fuck the girl in the staircase so Omar and I went back to Omar's apartment. After that night, everytime I saw Mike he would smile at me til one day he wanted to try Tina with us and ended up getting into fucking my throat and ass for days with Omar. Dante was another kid in their building who I seduced in the elevator. At first he just wanted to get sucked and fuck me but Omar introduced him to Tina and slowly he started to become a piggier and piggier top. Now when we party, he's the one who gets into the dominating me the most. He's been pushing me more and more into being punished and tortured. He loves to tie me down and fuck me while another top fucks my face. We don't always play all together but when we do, I know I will be happy for days. Then one day, Omar started to piss deep in my throat while holding my head down to force me drink his Tina piss. I tried to pull away but couldn't, so I started to swallow. It tasted so horrible so after few minutes, I started to puke. He then bent me over the tub and started to piss-fuck me while I was puking in his tub. Mike and Dante thought it was hot so they took turns piss-fucking me as well. All three of them have been partying for couple of days so their piss contained a lot of chemicals, so I got so fucked up from them. They fucked me for few more hours after that but we had to end the three day long party session. While I was in the shower, I was still too high from theirTina piss. When I got of shower, Omar's delivery boy was sitting on the couch. He asked them about me and when he found out I was a sub bottom and was still high from their piss, he wanted me to leave with him. Omar made a deal and got some supplies for him and I left Omar's Apartment with a total stranger. We first went into his car and sat on his backseat. There was a cute Latino boy in the driver's seat. As we got on the road, the dealer pushed me down to his cock so I started to suck him deep and wet. We made few stops that night and sometimes he would take me in with him and play with other people or sometimes he left me in the car with the Latino boy. When the sun began to rise, we drove up to his place in the Bronx. We went into a big dark house with no furniture and the dealer pulled my clothes down and started fucking me. I was opened from three days of partying but still at first it hurt a bit. He fucked me hard standing up and when I fell over, he leaned on my body as he continued to fuck deep and hard. When he came, his load splashed all over my ass as well as inside as he continued his pounding. When he pulled out his cock, he shoved it in front of me and told me to clean it. After I cleaned him, he walked away. After few minutes, I went to use the bathroom. I turned the shower on and turned around when the Latino driver opened the bathroom door. He was naked with a hard on. He pushed me down to my knees and started to piss into my mouth then down my body and started piss fucking my hole again. He kept on saying something in Spanish which I didn't understand so he just slapped my face around till I got to the positions he wanted. His slapping was making my skin burn and eyes tear up with pain. But as he fucked me really hard, the Tina from his piss started to run through my veins and I began to enjoy getting slapped around. Everytime he slapped me hard, my cock would jump with excitement. He kept on moving me around the bathroom and shifting position as he fucked and slapped me around to control. After he shot two loads in me, he pulled out and left the bathroom. I took a shower and my skin started to burn. When I got out of shower, he had an aloe lotion in his hand and he applied them all over my body. I got dressed and left their house but didn't know where to go. I saw a Cadillac driving by that looked like a car service so I stopped it and got on it. I told the driver to drive me to Manhattan. As we were driving, he kept on asking me many questions about myself and what I was doing in Bronx. Initially I avoided giving him honest answers to his questions, but eventually I told him I had come up to the Bronx to have sex with my fuck buddy. He then told me he could also use a fuck buddy like me, and that he had a huge cock, but since his shifts are long, he doesn't get to fuck much. I was still high from Tina so a bit horny but the driver was too old, too fat unattractive black man that I didn't want to have sex with him. Then as we were stopped for a light, he told me to "look" so I looked where he pointed and it was his massive hard biggest thickest black cock I ever seen. My mind was still saying no but my ass started to twitch with hunger for this cock. Finally I told him okay. He drove me to an apt. building in Harlem. When we got in the door, he got naked and told me to get naked. As I stripped, he didn't wait but started to push himself into my hole. Even with all the loads, my hole was too tight for him. He started to spit into my hole and his cock and shoved into me again and again. I had to bite down hand to stop myself for screaming. Finally his cock won and popped into my ass then slowly made its way into my body. I tried to slow him down or ask him to stop, saying it hurt too much, but he disregarded my pleas and kept on doing what he was doing. He then started to fuck me really hard and deep. He kept on lifting me off and dropping me onto his cock as we switched position and location around the apartment. His cock felt amazingly long and wide. I kept on sensing he was getting deeper and deeper into me when all of sudden I felt another popping opening in my guts. He then planted his cock all the way in to my body and started to shoot his load into me. Few minutes later he pulled his cock out and told me to get dressed and he drove me to a subway stop in Harlem. I was in love with his cock, how he had fucked my hole so well. I felt utterly empty without him. I asked him if he would like to fuck me again and he said yes, so I gave him my phone number. As I headed home, I had to fight my urge to get down on my knees and suck someone on the subway. =)

For a very long time I resisted the urges that I felt. I finally started to let those feeling in a few years back but did nothing to act on them. And the more time that passes by, the feelings and fantasies grow. And sometimes you just find yourself too fucking horny to care anymore. That's how it was that night earlier this year. It was late, probably around 2am. I'd been up edging, watching porn, and chatting with other horny guys for hours. I got a chat message from a bi-married guy who said he was really close to me and needed to fuck off a load before bed. I had been playing solo in gear and was worried that he might think it was strange. But I told him anyway, figuring that if he wanted to fuck me for real, he could just come over and give us both what we need. He thought it was hot, so I gave him the address and he arrived five minutes later. Not the best looking guy, though not unattractive. And for me a fuck is a fuck, so I don't care what a guy looks like as long as he can get and stay hard. I've never been the most enthusiastic dick sucker as my mind tends to wander, so I had already told him when we chatted that I really just wanted a fuck. But he sat down on the couch and opened his pants . . . I have to admit that his dick was beautiful. Big, but not monster-long, and nice and thick just the way I like them. I had to at least suck him for a few minutes. So I was on my knees, still in my pvc suit, and got him good and hard and wet. And ready for more. He finally told me he wanted to fuck me, so I just crawled around where I was on the floor and presented him with my plastic covered ass. He pulled the back of the pants down, saw that I was already very well lubed and stuffed with a nice fat butt plug. He growled. Apparently he liked what he saw. And he knew a hungry hole when he saw one. When we chatted earlier he had told me that he always played safe and I'd said that was fine. I had been wanting to get barebacked for a while now but still hadn't worked up the nerve, so it was not a big deal. When he slipped the fat plug out of my ass with a very loud wet sucking sound, I watched him put it on the nearby end table, and realized that I had left a bottle of lube there for him, but no condoms. He never asked for one. Instead, I just felt that huge dick head pushing at my back entrance. Despite my big toys, my ass did resist a little. But he just kept up a steady push and I felt his huge meat sliding further and further into my hungry hole. Once I felt his abdomen pressed up against my wet butt cheeks, I felt full. He gave a couple of ruts with his hips, and then began to pump in and out. He grabbed hold of my hips and pulled my ass back onto his giant cock with every thrust, balls deep each time, with his hips smacking into my wet ass every stroke. Over and over, and I could feel his dick churning up my insides. I'd never felt like this inside from getting fucked. It felt like with each pull out he was sucking my insides out, and then cramming them back in again. It didn't last all that long, unfortunately. Maybe 10 minutes. He pulled out, huffing and puffing for breath, and told me he was close. He asked me if I wanted him to finish. Looking back on it now, he probably would have been okay to take a break and keep up the fucking for a while. But at the time, I was lost in it. I just grunted, "Yes", to his question. So he shoved his raw dick back into me and blasted my insides with his hot creamy load. He emptied his balls completely, then pulled out, grabbed a nearby towel to wipe his dick off, then pulled his pants up and left. Suddenly I was totally stunned. I didn't even know this guy's name, and I'd just taken his huge cum load in my ass. Finally I wasn't a bareback virgin. I fought with a few moments of panic at what I'd done, but then the slut in me took over . . . and I only wanted more. Ever since, bareback fucks are the only thing for my hungry ass.

I lost my virginity to a guy I met at an LGBT meeting when I was around 13 or 14. I think he was around 21+. Other than him it was mostly people in my high school, around my age group (with a few exceptions).

Fuck that's hot

Part 4 The doorbell rang and I went to answer leaving the twins on the couch. They were totally lost in each other, making out, feeling each others hot bodies. I don't even think they noticed when I returned with my best friend Joe. Joe was a sexy dude, 40, blond and blue eyes, just a little shorter than me with a swimmers build, and a nice 7 inch cock. He was my partner in crime when we'd to out. Our goal was usually to pick up some young twink and fuck the shit out of him together. And we usually succeded. But even he wasn't prepared for the hot site of the twins together on the couch. "Fuck dude!" He said, I can't believe you did it!" "Never underestimate the power of ole T!" I laughed. "They're ready to be slammed my friend, in more ways than one!" Joe laughed as he stripped naked while I retrieved the rigs. Brodi looked up at him with a glazed horny look and asked, "whose that?" "My best friend," I answered. "Don't you worry. You boys are in for the time of your life tonight." I told Joe a group of our friends were coming over soon, so lets get them ready. I handed him one rig and we approached the boys. Pulling them apart,we sat next to them on the couch. "I've got a special treat for you guys, this is another way to enjoy what you smoked earlier. And it's going to make you feel real good." The twins didn't say a word as we each took an arm and banded it. We swabbed and inserted the needles, getting a flash, then pushed the plunger. Then we released the band's. Like the mirrors they were, both boys went ridged and coughed hard a few times, then both melted into the couch. "Which one do you want first?" I asked Joe. He just grabbed Brodi and placed him on the floor on his hands and knees. He grabbed the plug and yanked it out, eliciting a low moan from the slut, then rammed his hard dick in the boy with no mercy. Brodi's head flew back in extasy as he cried out, "Oh yea man, Fuck me, FUCK ME!" I went to unlock the front door and left a sign telling my friends to just come on in, the twin cumdumps were waiting. After all I didn't want to be continually pulled away. I returned to see Brodi getting fucked with no mercy, and loving it. Benji sat there looking a little jealouse, but he'd get his turn. "Oh fuck!" cried Joe. "This is some amazing pussy! Best I've had in ages!" Brodi just grunted as he was deep dicked. I couldn't stand just watching so I grabbed Benji and did the same thing to him. Both boys were getting pounded as the guys started showing up. It didn't take long for things to get crazy. The twins were fucked in every conceivable position non stop. Dicks were in their asses and mouths, pounding them and breeding them. They just begged for it. Begged for more cock and more cum. They were insatiable little fuckboys. The guys especially loved it when the twins would make out with each other as their pussies were stuffed with cock. I even had the pleasure of giving Brodi his first double fuck as Joe and I slid our cocks into his sloppy, cum filled cunt. He just bounced on us, his eyes glazed and half closed, his head flopping around, while he begged for more. It felt so good to seed him with my best friend at the same time, two cocks filling him deep. His brother was getting double fucked at the same time by two other guys. When they had dumped their loads in Benji, I grabbed Brodi and shoved his face into his brothers gaping wet hole. "Eat that ass!" I commanded him. " Suck out all that cum! You like that, don't you slut? You like eating you brothers sloppy cunt?" Brodi just moaned in lustfull agreement. I think he was my favourite of the two. Since he was the more dominant of the pair, I took extra pleasure in debasing him more. The Fuck fest continued till the wee hours of the morning, till noone had any cum left in them. It had all been deposited in the twins. It dripped out of their well used asses, and dried onto their faces and chests. But their cocks were still hard. I told Benji to Fuck his brother for the guests, Fuck him like the Slut he now was. Benji grabbed him and threw him on the ground. Grabbing his legs, he rammed his hard cock into his brothers cum filled hole. "Take it faggot! Take my cock!" Benji shouted. "Whose the boss now, bitch? Your bro is fucking you like a whore!" Brodi just moaned and beat his hard dick while he took his brothers abuse. Benji went ridged and dumped his load into Brodi as Brodi shot his own big load, hitting Benji in the face and chest. Without being told, he licked all of his cum off his brother, then cleaned Benji's cock when he pulled out of his cumhole. After the guests left, I sat on the couch and held the boys. "I'm proud of you boys. You were a big hit tonight! You are now officially my fuckboys. And I have more to teach you. We're going to have a great summer!" As they drifted in their post sex haze, I attached chastity cages to their cocks, so they wouldn't be able to fuck without me around. Gotta keep an eye on my boys!

The more Steven smoke the mower he was working further down on my cock. I looked at him and asked how he like sucking my cock. As he took a moment to lick the shaft of my cock he answered that surprisingly he liked sucking my cock. That's when I told him how much I enjoyed it when I sucked my first cock. He went back to trying to get more of my 8"into his mouth but he couldn't figure out how to get it into his throat. I let him know I'd be glad to help him get it in deeper. I then placed my hand on the back of his head and as he went down I pushed his he'd further down until I felt my cock pop into his throat. The look on Steven's eyes was priceless as he leaned his ability to deep throat. After a couple times of my helping him, Steven was going down to the root on his own. He was concentrating and enjoying sucking my cock he never realized I had yet to suck his cock. I knew it wouldn't do any good since by now he was high enough that he wouldn't get hard. But I felt something for him and since it was part of my plan I looked at him and let him know that it was my turn to suck his cock. Steven stood up and sat I the couch as I moved between his legs. He was limp as a piece of spaghetti (and probably as small as a piece of macaroni). I took his little dick I my mouth and began to suck. He moaned in pleasure as I worked his tool but his dick didn't grow. I kept it up as he continued to hit the the pipe. I knew the drugs would have him losing track of time. After I had been sucking fir a good 10 to 15 minutes I looked up at Steven as I slowly stroked his limp dick telling him that I didn't think I was doing anything to help. Steven commented that even though he wasn't hard it was feeling really good. I knew I could take the next step in my plan, eating his virgin ass. I went back to licking his limp dick, down to his balls as I made my way to my target. I pushed his legs up so I had access to his hole while I quickly mentioned if he liked my mouth on his cock, he was going to love my tongue up his ass. I moved in swiftly and began tonguing his hole causing him to moan more than he did when I had his limp dick in my mouth. I kept up my assault on Steven's hole as he did everything he could to keep his composure. After enough time I knew he would be ready for more. l had been rimming his hole for a solid 20 minutes when I stopped. Steven looked down at me asking me to continue locking his ass. I knew what to say to him to get him primed to be fucked, but first he was going to have to take a needle to his arm. Unlike myself (a willing partier) Steven was going to have to be 'convinced' to be slammed. I told him my tongue was tired as I watched him suddenly stick his finger into his assault hole. At that point I knew that he was mine. I told Steven if he followed me into my bedroom he could get his hole filled again as I slowly made my way towards my bedroom door. Steven quickly stood up and followed me as I then told him to sit on my bed with his back against the headboard. Steven climbed on the bed naked and did as I directed. I pulled a could prepared points from my drawer, alcohol wipes, cotton balls and a tourniquet. A worried look was on Steven's face as I began to explain that what was I the syringe was the same that we had been smoking and if he liked the smoke he was going to love what he was about to experience. I then added, 'trust me bro'. That seemed to relax him as I tired the tourniquet on his arm, wiped a nice vein and explained what he was about to experience. I told him he'd feel the pinch of the needle, then I'd pull the plunger back getting a little bit of his blood to flash I the barrel making sure that I'm in the vein before I emptied it into his arm. When I pull the tourniquet off he'll feel something I'm the back of his throat and chest and then he'd cough out hard as his heart would begging to beat faster and he would feel the rush and euphoria of the drug. What I didn't tell him had I slipped the needle into his vein is that this needle had already been in my arm and since he didn't notice the slight pink tinge to the fluid he was about to get a hot needle (like all the points he was going to get over the next few days). After the point was emptied into his arm he had a look like he wanted to change his mind on doing this with his brother. After I pulled of the tourniquet Steven coughed out hard 3 times as his breathing increased. I revved his chest to comfort him and told him to just go with it and ride his rush. I then tired of my arm and administered my own slam. By the time I pulled the tourniquet off and coughed out I see that the look on Steven's eyes had changed from fear to one of lust. I climbed on the bed and on top of Steven without any trouble. Steven had become a very willing participant by this point. I leaned in kissing him forcing my tongue into his mouth. He didn't resist my kiss, he welcomed it and I could tell he was enjoying himself as I began to grind my hard cock into his soft dick. I didn't want to waste a lot of time and used a free hand to grab the lube on my night stand. I worked some into his hole and as I raised off of Steven I applied some lube to my cock. I resumed applying some lube to Steven's hole is I slipped a couple fingers inside his hole. That quickly increased to 3 fingers as I began to tease him with the penetration. When I pulled my fingers from Steven's hungry hole he looked up at me with pleading eyes. I asked him if his hole was feeling empty. He nodded 'yes' as I let him know that it would be filled again real soon as I hooked his legs under my arms and listed then to my shoulders. I then lined up my cock and slipped it inside is chemmed up hole. The look I Steven's eyes was better then what I had witnessed earlier. A slight moan escaped his mouth as my cock moved across his prostate and I bottomed out balls deep. I began to rock back and forth really easy as I new he'd be begging up have me pound him soon enough. And after he sero-converts he'll have some of my DNA in his blood and become my true blood brother.

that is so fucking hot!!! can definitely relate to that after taking 2 loads already.

Mnversguy81 on barebackrt, need to either bus to your place or get picked up. Rode down with friends, staying right off of Hwy 169 and Cedar Park Rd. Lkg for a host to put my ass to use at his place or at the Warehouse party, or a twisted perv to go online and pimp me out to anon men that pick me up on the street or in the parking lot, and take me wherever... use me along the way then drop me at another's... Lkg to have vid taken of my tight neg hole getting torn up by a spit-lubed raw poz cock, while restrained... being told what a sick horny fag I am, and since I was such a dumbfucking slut for cum, that he's going to give my hole what it's asking for and convert it with hot toxic loads to turn me into a dirty poz cumslut to be used anytime anywhere, and eager to please dirty diseased cocks and keep my hole getting bugged up more and more... One on one is fine, or a neg guy that is just turned on by the fantasy is more than welcome to set something pervy up, for that he can watch me peform his dark desires... Up for meeting up in a public area, rest room or parking garage, or stairway for a risky anon raw pump and dump. Let me know.

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 6 As Grant’s dick slowly churned the poz cum inside Conrad’s fuckhole, my bro just kept grinning—a less angelic grin than before, almost a little evil—and his eyes radiated the dark intensity of a truly trashed-up chempig. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said to him, and he looked at me with that same grin. “This is fuckin’ amazing, bro,” he replied. “Ever since you put that needle in my arm, all I can think is dick. Dick. I need dick. I love dick. Fuck, dude! DICK.” That made everybody laugh. “I’m glad to hear that, boy. Slamming should do that to a bottompig like you.” Conrad growled hungrily, then turned to Grant. “Fuck, Daddy—that felt so good. Your cock, your cum. You fed me exactly what I needed, exactly where I needed it. Poz cum in my raw hole.” Right around that moment—as Grant and Conrad continued their Daddy-bro bonding with filthy pigtalk punctuated by the occasional deep kiss—my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rick, my buddy at the front desk of the bathhouse. If you’re up for another conquest tonight, he wrote, I’ve got a candidate for you. Hot little self-righteous condom-Nazi with a gorgeous furry butt. I replied right away, telling him that Recruit #1 was already a trashy slampig, so I had time to bring another boy to the dark side. Rick texted right back: Fuck yeah! You’ll find him sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I want to see his pupils get bigger than fuckin quarters. And then I want to destroy his slammed-up hole. (This is why I love playing with Rick: for him, innocence is only acceptable if it’s up for immediate destruction.) I didn’t want to miss this boy at the Jacuzzi, so I grabbed Jason—Grant’s furry pigboy—and asked him to give me a hand. Then I pulled Conrad down from the sling and said it was time to rinse off. I assured Daddy Grant that his boys would return soon, then ushered Conrad and Jason out the door with their towels draped over their shoulders. As the three of us walked past a steady stream of half-naked men—many of them leering at us, some reaching out to brush their hands against Conrad’s boyish skin—I explained how the two of them could help me nail my newest victim. When we arrived at our destination, the three of us parted ways: I went to the Jacuzzi, and Jason and Conrad went into the group shower. (At this particular bathhouse, anyone sitting in the Jacuzzi can ogle the dudes in the shower—the two areas are only a few feet apart.) As for Rick’s boy, I caught sight of him immediately. He was maybe in his mid-20s, short and compact, with a perfect dusting of fur across his muscular little chest. A little bit of scruff. Rugby players’ legs. A nice piece of uncut meat between his legs. And that face—the kind of angelic face that demands to be stuffed full of cock. As I slowly walked down the hot tub stairs and submerged myself in the water, I made sure that my cock stayed above the surface long enough for my new target to see it. He saw it, alright—and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stared back. And as I sat down on the ledge across from him, I cocked my head to indicate he should sit with me. He didn’t hesitate for a second. As he walked my way, I got a clearer look at his ridiculously defined six-pack, not to mention his rapidly-growing cock. Best of all, when he spun around to sit down on the ledge next to me, I got a quick peek at his ass. Rick wasn’t kidding—this boy had the kind of butt that gangfucks were made for. We started with a little small talk. His name was Dylan. He was a grad student, and he’d been in the area for about six months. But just as I began to turn the conversation in a more filthy direction, everyone in the Jacuzzi started pointing to the showers—and once we looked, we couldn’t stop staring, because Jason and Conrad were putting on quite a show. This was all part of my plan, of course. I’d instructed Jason and Conrad to walk into the shower area as if they didn’t know each other. I’d told them to choose adjacent showers. I directed Conrad to begin soaping up his hot young jockbutt, and I told Jason to respond by jacking his stiffening cock. By the time Dylan and I started watching, Jason was already fingering Conrad’s hole and asking him to squeeze out a little cum from his last breeding. We watched as a thick stream of white jizz came streaming out of Conrad’s butt, which earned an audible grunt of appreciation from the cumpigs in the hot tub. By the time Jason pushed Conrad against the railing of the Jacuzzi and started pounding him raw, I was rubbing my finger across the surface of Dylan’s tight little furry fuckhole, earning a little moan in the process. His cock was rock-hard as he openly gaped at the bareback fuckshow in front of us. “Pretty hot, huh?” I said, continuing to run my finger across the entrance to his hole. “Fuck yeah—it’s definitely hot. But not for me, man—I play safe, you know?” “Oh, that’s cool—so do I.” He turned to me and gave me an appreciative smile. Then I leaned over and whispered in his ear: “And I have rubbers in my room. So when can I fuck you?” He didn’t answer, but simply stood up and walked to get his towel, the muscles in his butt flexing with every step. He glanced back and gestured for me to join. Following close behind, I watched him clamber out of the Jacuzzi, his leg swinging up to the edge as he climbed out the side of the pool—a maneuver that briefly exposed his fuckhole. One way or another, I said to myself, consensual or not, this boy’s butt is taking my raw dick tonight. Just then, the fuck between Jason and Conrad was reaching its noisy climax. Jason was asking my lil’ bro all sorts of questions: do you like being a fuckin’ bareback slut at the bathhouse? Do you like giving up your wrecked pighole to total strangers? Are you gonna take loads in your slopped-up hole all fucking night? Conrad didn't answer, exactly, beyond a half-coherent litany of nasty pigspeak, his slammed-up brain unable to perform basic processes while that big raw dick was pounding his hole. He just kept saying things like fuck, fuck, fuck, breed it fucker, fuckin’ A, fuckin’ use this hole, use my hungry cunt. Knock it up. Please, please knock it up. Fuck! Goddammit, you hot pig motherfucker… Then I heard Jason start to breathe heavily as his dick slapped faster and faster against that cum-flooded hole. Then came a few more questions: You want my fuckin’ load in your slopped-up hole, huh? You hungry for my cum? You wanna get fuckin’ pregnant, dude? Yes, shouted Conrad, nearly delirious with hunger. Fuckin’ yes. Fuckin’ breed me. Please. Please, please breed me. I’m so fuckin’ hungry for that seed. Ohmigod—ohmigod—I feel it—I feel it—fuck yeah! Gimme your load, dude. Thank you. Oh, fuck! Thank you. Thank you. Ohmigod—FUCKER! Everyone in the hot tub could see Jason’s whole body shake as he unleashed his poz cum inside my lil’ bro, Conrad grinning like a little kid as he milked that dick clean with his hungry jockbutt. When Dylan and I turned to leave, I caught a quick glimpse of Jason’s softening cock, coated with fresh seed, pulling out of Conrad’s hole, only to be replaced right away by some random dude’s veiny, precum-dripping Daddy dick. My lil’ bro let out a guttural moan of approval as the new cock invaded his ass—and the whole time I just kept brushing my fingers against Dylan’s twitching, furry muscle hole. First, we took a brief detour to the front desk. I told Dylan that I needed an extra towel, but I actually needed to give Rick a signal that a new corruption project was underway. As I picked up the towel, I gave Rick a little wink, and he replied by mouthing the word “Oink.” As Dylan and I walked away, I looked back at the front desk and held up both hands, mouthing “10 minutes.” Rick answered with a thumbs-up while flashing an evil-pig grin. Back in the room, Dylan climbed up on the bed, got on all fours, and immediately began sucking my dick. Bobbing up and down on my poz shaft, he instinctively arched his back and aimed his hole at the ceiling. I fixed my sights on that quivering cunt, imagining just how incredible this negboy’s fuckhole would feel against the skin of my poz cock. I leaned down to kiss Dylan. It was important to make a good connection with this kid, to gain his trust. I’ve found that a good makeout session can help establish that kind of instant connection, especially if the boy is affectionate and eager for someone to take care of him. That was Dylan, all right—I could tell he was a sweet one. I wreck boys like him all the time: nice kids who somehow fall under the spell of a guy like me, a guy who lives to see virgin boyhole oozing thick white sperm, preferably streaked with ribbons of pink and red. Cum and blood: the keys to initiation and brotherhood. Dylan kissed me hungrily while I kept toying with his fuckhole. “Just curious, boy,” I whispered in his ear. “Do you like to get tied up?” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Just as long as you don’t make the knots too tight. I kinda just want the illusion that I’m tied up, you know? I need to be able to escape if necessary.” “Oh, of course,” I replied, reaching into my bag to grab a handful of rope. I looped a few coils around his wrists, then made a loose knot on the bedposts so that he wouldn’t feel trapped. “That OK, boy?” He nodded with a big grin. I leaned down to kiss him again, and his body trembled with hunger and excitement. “I can’t wait to feel my cock slide inside you, Dylan. You’re such a sexy little fucker.” He responded with a happy murmur as I reached into my bag. OK, that’s enough affection for now, I thought to myself. It’s time for things to take a nasty turn. First, I grabbed a piece of piss-stained fabric and shoved it in his mouth. Then I reached up to the knots on the bedposts, and with a simple tug I tightened them so that Dylan couldn’t move his arms. His eyes grew wide, and he attempted to use his legs as leverage, but it was no use—I’d already pinned his thighs with my knees. “Sorry, kid,” I said. “When I tie a boy up, he’s fuckin’ pinned until I say otherwise. For real. No escaping, understand? Tonight you’re mine.” As Dylan attempted to scream through the fabric, I heard a knock at the door, followed by a key entering the doorknob. I looked back to see Rick come in with our buddy Santiago, another staff member. (Santiago, you see, is the kind of ruthless Latino top who just isn’t happy until he sees blood on his dick.) “Excuse me, guys, but we heard sounds of a struggle in here,” Rick said to me, doing his best to sound genuinely concerned. “We just wanted to make sure everything’s alright.” Dylan tried screaming again, but I muffled him even more by placing my hand over his mouth. “Everything's fine," I assured him. "I do have one small problem, though: I need some help getting this boy under control. See those ropes on the bedside table?” Rick nodded and grabbed the ropes. Dylan, meanwhile, was trembling with fear—and that’s a major turn-on for me. When I see a boy get scared because he’s no longer in control, my cock twitches and I start drooling precum. I mean, look: there’s nothing hotter to me than watching a boy break. I love breaking ‘em down until they finally surrender and start begging for the raw dick they’ve always wanted. As Dylan kept trembling and whimpering, Rick and Santiago each grabbed a leg, bent him in half to expose his fuckhole, then secured his ankles to the bedposts. He struggled from time to time, and his head kept shaking back and forth in silent protest. But these protests were feeble—he knew he was fucked. I turned to Rick. “In the nightstand, you’ll find a needleless syringe. It’s all ready to go. A nice big fat dose.” He handed it over to me, and I inserted the plastic tip into Dylan’s hole as he gave me a pained, pleading look. “Don’t worry, boy. This is just some very, very special lube.” Then I pushed the plunger in, releasing the drugs into his fuckhole and bringing Dylan one step closer to the world of chemsex. With the chems quickly finding their way into Dylan’s system, I reached into my bag to grab one of my specially prepared condoms. (The preparation is pretty simple: I slice off the reservoir at the tip, so it only takes a few deep thrusts before my mushroom head bursts through the weak end of the rubber.) I held up the condom for Dylan to see, and relief flashed across his face. We were being safe after all! Then I rolled it onto my dick—making sure my boy didn’t catch sight of the hole at the tip—before pouring some lube on my shaft. Finally, with a slow thrust, I began sinking my poz dick and its useless rubber into this helpless negboy fuckhole. His cunt was warm and hungry from that giant booty bump, and I had no problem going balls-deep on the first push. I pulled back a few inches, then buried my dick all the way once more—at which point I felt my cockhead burst through the rubber, and my precum-covered cock got its first exposure to the warmth and wetness of Dylan’s unprotected fuckhole. A moment later, I pulled back out. The broken rubber now covered about two-thirds of my cock, and a string of precum connected the tip of my dick to the warm hunger of Dylan’s hole. “Sorry, dude,” I said to him, “Looks like the condom broke.” Fear entered his eyes again, and he tried to say something through the fabric stuffed in his mouth. “Dylan, I can’t hear what you’re saying. Don’t worry, though—I’ll ask somebody else. Hey, Rick? Look at this rubber. What should I do?” Rick shrugged. “Take off the rubber. Fuck his hole raw.” “Fuck yeah,” said Santiago. “Just breed that fuckin’ uptight faggot.” I looked back at our boy. “So tell me, boy: Should the three of us just bareback that sweet fuckhole of yours?” Dylan was screaming again, shaking his head back and forth, trying his best to fight his restraints. “Sorry, buddy—I really can’t hear what you’re saying. I guess we’re just gonna go with the majority, OK? Which means I’m gonna pound my cum deep inside you.” And with that, I ripped off the rubber and shoved my raw dick into Dylan’s partied-up butt. I leaned into him, looking directly into his eyes as I began to pump in and out of him with long strokes. He was starting to cry, but that just made my dick harder. “Don’t cry, buddy,” I said to him. “We’re only gonna fill your butt with three raw loads, that's all. You love bareback sex, don’t you?” “Well, at least part of him does,” Rick said, pointing to Dylan’s cock. It was rock-fucking-hard. “Your dick’s pretty hard, Dylan,” I said to him. “I guess some people might call this a rape. But what do you call it when you're raping a cunt that secret loves it?” I noticed that Rick and Santiago were starting to get naked, quietly unveiling the biohazard tats on their chests. And as I expected, Dylan saw the tattoos almost immediately, his eyes going wild with distress as he tried to yell through the muzzle. “I think he kinda likes the biohazard symbol,” said Santiago. "That makes two of us, Dylan," said Rick. "I'm glad to see you're so open-minded about taking our poz cocks bareback, even though we're not on meds." Either Dylan was exhausted or losing his voice, because he hardly made a whimper when he heard that. He just closed his eyes and quietly took my dick. A few moments later, as my pace quickened and my balls tightened, I leaned closer to Dylan. “I’m about to blow a fuckin’ load, boy. Where do you want it?” Now he was crying in earnest, still shaking his head back and forth, still making the occasional whimper. I turned to Rick. “I’m not sure, but I think he said he wants my cum in his hole.” “Yeah, that’s what I heard. Knock him up.” And then Santiago chimed in: “Fuck yeah, dude. Poz that sweet little butt.” At that, I felt Dylan’s hole clench. “His hole just squeezed around my cock. I think that means he’s consenting.” “Fuck yeah it does. Go for it,” Rick said. “Get this boy fuckin’ pregnant. Rape him full of the bug.” I turned back to Dylan. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My unmedicated poz cum seeping into your bloodstream?” Dylan just closed his eyes and tried to say something. “I really wish I knew what you were telling me, boy. You must be begging for my toxic load in your sweet little hole. You wanna get loaded up, boy? I certainly hope so, ‘cuz I’m breeding you—I’m fuckin’ breeding you, bitch. Hear that, fag? Yeah? You like it? You hungry for some poz seed? That’s what I thought you said. YOU LOVE IT. Well, open wide, faggot, ‘cuz I’m pozzing your sweet neg hole right…fucking…now.” And just like that, I force-bred Dylan with a giant load of my poz cum. He was clearly in shock as I pulled my cock out of his hole—eyes glazed over, mouth wide open. Rick climbed onto the bed and immediately thrust his poz dick into our freshly bred boy, laughing when he saw the near-catatonic expression on Dylan’s face. “I think this kid is speechless with gratitude,” he said, slowly working his cock in and out of our new cumpig. “So let’s make him more grateful. Don’t we have a little something to brighten his day?” “Of course we do,” I replied, taking a few prepared rigs out of my bag. Then I leaned closer to Dylan. “Listen, boy: You want to take our raw dicks, don’t you? Well, this will make it easier for you to be our poz cumdump. But if we’re going to do this, I need you to sit very, very still, OK? Because otherwise you’ll just hurt yourself. Do you understand? That means no struggling, boy. Got it?” As I was saying that, Rick placed a blindfold over Dylan’s eyes, then a tourniquet on his arm, all while keeping his cock lodged deep in the boy’s hole. Then he spoke to Dylan. “We need you to nod for us, boy. Let us know that you understand. You need to be still. Perfectly still. Got it?” A pause, followed by a slow nod from Dylan. “Good boy,” I said. “Now, you’re going to feel a little pinprick in your arm. Again, do not move your arm. Just keep your arm still.” During this little speech, I was busy inserting Dylan’s rig in my arm, capturing some of my blood in the chamber. Then I lined up that same syringe with a vein in Dylan's forearm. “Such a good boy,” I assured him. “OK, here’s the pinch. Stay still.” I inserted the dirty needle in his vein, then pulled it back to mix his blood with mine. “You’re being very good, boy. Just stay like you are.” It only took a few more seconds to push the contents of that fat rig—including a fresh infusion of my poz blood—into the boy’s bloodstream, remove the needle, and release the tourniquet. There was a sharp intake of breath from Dylan. Then Rick moaned. “Dude,” he said. “I love fucking a boy’s hole when he gets slammed up, because his butt gets about 10 degrees warmer as soon as you administer that hit.” As Dylan began a violent coughing fit, Rick’s eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Fuckin’ A. His cunt is convulsing with every cough. I’m not gonna last long inside this boy.” As for Dylan, after a few moments of near-panic, he began to relax. His head tilted back, his mouth opened up. He let out a deep moan. As soon as Rick heard that sound emerge from Dylan, he started working the boy's hole—and with every thrust inside that furry slammed-up cunt, moan sounded a little more like a hungry growl. I leaned closer to Dylan. “OK, slampig. How do you feel about raw cock now?” He paused, then slowly shook his head a few times, just like before. Then another pause. And as Rick’s cock plunged its full length into his hungry butt, Dylan started slowly nodding. “Wait—is that a yes, boy? Are you trying to tell me that you want raw dick?” He nodded again, more vigorously this time. “Is that slam making you hungry, boy? Hungry to get pounded and bred and pozzed?” This time, the nod was almost violent. I could even hear him yelling “Yes” through the fabric. “OK, boy,” I continued, “If we let you speak again, are you going to accept what we’re giving you? Are you going to be a grateful and obedient fuckhole?” Another nod. “Well, here’s your test. When I take this fabric out of your mouth, the first thing I want to hear is ‘Please knock me up.’ Got it?” A nod. “Good boy. Now do it.” I started to remove the makeshift muzzle, and I could hear him saying the phrase through the muffled fabric already. Over and over he said it—“please knock me up,” “please knock me up.” In fact, for those first 30 minutes of speaking, with that giant slam still rushing through his bloodstream, “please knock me up” appeared to be the only thing he knew how to say. And that was just fine, because getting knocked up was the only thing he really needed to do that night. I laid down next to him and whispered in his ear. “So tell me the truth: you’ve always wanted to be a cumpig. Isn’t that right, boy?” “Yes,” he replied. “I wanted cum so bad. Raw dick. Uninhibited fucking. I’ve been so scared, but I’m not scared anymore.” “Good boy. You shouldn’t be scared. You should be proud. Proud to take raw dick, proud to be a true bottom—a bottom who surrenders everything to his top—and above all, proud to be free from the fear of getting pozzed. You remember those dudes fucking in the shower?” "Yeah. That was fuckin' hot." "Well, those are my friends. I set that whole thing up. I asked them to do that in front of you, because I knew it would activate your inner cumpig. I knew it would get you thinking about raw cock, about anonymous dick, about embracing the needs of that hungry fuckin' cunt of yours." I took off Dylan’s blindfold. His pupils were enormous, but his eyes shone with an odd combination of happiness and hunger. “Thank you,” he said to me. “Thank you for giving me what I needed, even before I knew that I needed it.” We fell into a deep kiss just as Rick’s body shuddered violently, his dick delivering pulse after pulse of poz cum inside this slammed-up boy’s hungry hole. Dylan let out another groan, whispered "Thank you so much, you fuckin' stud," and went back to making out with me. Finally I sat up, looking him deep in those jet-black pupils. “One more question, boy. After the three of us breed you, what are you gonna do?” He shot me a devilish little grin. “You mean…other than hunting for more loads?” “Good answer,” I said with a laugh. “And if you think you’re hungry now, you have no idea what’s coming. Because it won’t be long before we’ll slide another needle in your arm to get you even nastier and trashier, you twisted fuckin’ pig.” With that, Rick waved his cock over Dylan’s face, all slicked up with a heavy coating of fresh cum. And without saying another word—like any good pair of pigs—Dylan and I helped each other lick that poz dick clean. MORE TO COME…

PART 4 “Wait a second,” Jason said, growing suddenly serious. “Before we get this kid slammed up and pozzed deep, there are a few things we need to address.” “Yeah, bud? What’s that?” He looked down at my gym shorts. “First of all, dude, I really need you to unleash that cock. You’re about to tear through the fabric. And let’s see that hairy chest, too—get fuckin’ naked for me.” I looked down to see the outline of my dick hanging down my left thigh, straining against the shorts and leaving a visible wet spot as it drooled toxic precum. I gave Jason a cocky little smirk, then peeled off my tank top, running my hand down my stomach to pull the elastic of my shorts down past my cock and onto the floor. “Now what?” Jason wasn’t looking at my face anymore. He was transfixed by the sight of my dick, still slick with infected seed. “Well, second of all,” he said—and here I caught a demonic glint in his pitch-black pupils—“before we go to the sling room, I need to take a giant leak. Could you direct me to the nearest urinal?” Without another word, I took Conrad by the arm and laid the kid on his back. “Spread your hole, faggot,” I said, taking a moment to look into his eyes with deep affection and brotherly pride. Conrad gave me a blissed-out, boyish grin. Then he reached down to his little jockbutt, pulling it back to reveal the hole I’d seduced with Tina, penetrated raw, and pounded full of poz cum. “That’s good, bro. Fuckin’ beautiful. A little wider, please.” He dug his fingers in deeper and pulled his little cumhole wide enough that a small cascade of my poz offspring dripped onto the bedsheet. “So listen now,” I continued, “Jason and I are gonna show you something new, OK?” Conrad nodded, so incredibly eager to please—no questions asked. A true chemwhore. His eyes locked on mine again, and I gave him an almost imperceptible nod, as if to say: You’re doing great, kid. Jason rested the head of his raw cock against Conrad’s smooth, dripping boyhole. “OK, buddy,” he said to Conrad. “You ready? Here we fuckin' go.” My lil’ bro grunted approval. And then with a slow, single thrust, Jason sank his bare cockhead and veiny shaft into my boy, not stopping until his balls came to rest against the cum-trail dripping steadily from Conrad’s cunt. Jason leaned forward, pressing his dick even deeper as my lil’ bro breathed out a single word: “Yes.” Then Jason closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. “Just stay perfectly still,” he said to Conrad. “Relax your hole for me, boy. There you go. Just like that. Keep it relaxed. Stay right where you are. I’m just about to—“ Before he could even finish his sentence, it happened: he let out a long, guttural moan as his mouth opened wide and his head kicked back. Then he slowly thrust his raw cock even deeper, emptying a bladder full of partypiss into my beautiful fucked-up boy. I don’t know how long it took for him to release everything he’d stored up, but one thing was clear: my lil’ bro’s guts were getting flooded. “How does that feel, Conrad?” I asked him. He shook his head slowly as if to say: No words. My dick bounced in appreciation as I watched my boy’s pupils dilate a little more with every wave of piss invading his hole. “Warm,” he finally whispered, his voice lower now, his face less boyish, like he was transforming into a man while I watched. “So fuckin’ warm.” Finally, Jason’s steady moan drifted into silence. He opened his eyes and glanced over at me. We both laughed. “I’ve been saving up that slampiss for awhile,” he said. Then his eyes closed again and he let out another primal moan. “Fuuuuuuuck—there’s a little more. A little more piss for you, kid. Jesus. Goddamn—I’m so fuckin’ glad my chems found a home. A perfect home. Right here, deep inside this eager fuckin' faggot.” Conrad just kept smiling. “I was born to be a faggot for men like you," he said with a little nod. My cock swelling with pride, I leaned over to give my boy a kiss. Then Jason let out a giant sigh. “OK, boy,” he said. “I’m gonna start pulling out, OK? Now, here’s what I want you to do: I want you to start squeezing that sweet little fuckhole for me. There you go. Squeeze it—just like that. Nice! Such a good boy. Now listen: after I pull out, I want you to keep it nice and tight, OK? We’re gonna give you a few minutes to soak up my Tina-piss.” As Jason’s cock slipped out of Conrad’s hole, I saw a single dark-gold droplet of piss escape—but that was all. Obedient as ever, my boy turned all his attention to keeping those recycled chems deep in his fuckhole, right where they belonged. “Thank you, fucker,” I said to Jason, grabbing him by the back of the head as we matched breaths in a hungry kiss. I pressed my cock against his tight stomach, then reached around to his furry hole. My fingers slipped easily inside him, enveloped in a familiar warmth and wetness. “Goddamn,” I whispered in his ear. “How many loads have you taken tonight?” “Just five,” he said with a cocky grin. “My poz Daddy has a rule: I can take as much cum as I want, but only if I share my unmedicated load with at least one boy. Preferably a negboy.” I growled. "OK, I gotta meet this poz Daddy of yours. So here's what we're gonna do: I’m gonna help this boy release the piss from his hole. Then we’re gonna meet up with you guys in the sling room. Got it?” “Got it, dude,” Jason said as he opened the door, his towel slung over his shoulder. “And hurry. I tell ya, my Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ love this kid.” “We won’t be long,” I assured him. With that, I grabbed Conrad by the arm and led him down the hall, showing him to the group shower directly across from the giant hot tub. I turned on the water, spun him around, and wrapped my arms around his torso. As we stood there under the water, I thought to myself: You think you’re high now, kid? Releasing this piss will take you to whole new level. And that’s nothing compared with what’s still to come. “OK, lil’ bro,” I said with my mouth resting against his ear, my hands brushing up and down the length of his tight little six-pack. “I’m gonna rest my cock against your hole, alright? As I start to press into you, just relax. Got it?” He nodded, and I reached down to position the head of my dick against that hungry little cunt. As I started to apply pressure, I felt his ass relax—and suddenly my cock was surrounded by a rush of warm slampiss rushing out of his hole. I thrust a little deeper, feeling a gutful of chems splashing down my legs. And then I couldn’t hold back. I began to fuck him, but only for a minute or so—just to feel his hungry hole pulse and twitch hungrily around my raw dick. As I kept fucking, the stream of slampiss slowed to a trickle. He moaned. And for the first time, with every thrust of my poz dick into my 18-year-old boy’s eager fuckhole, he began actively milking my cock. “Very good, boy,” I whispered. “You’re fuckin’ made for this. Aren’t you, lil’ bro?” “Fuck yeah, big bro,” he mumbled. This kid was totally in heat—the slampiss rushing out of his hole had taken him into the goddamn stratosphere. “I’m made for this. And I need it so bad. Your raw cock. Your amazing fat dick, deep inside my boyhole. Bareback me. Please bareback me. Please. You. Fucking. Stud.” “Listen, lil’ bro,” I said, easing off on my thrusts before resting my cock deep inside him. I looked up to see that a sizable crowd had formed around us, so I leaned in a little closer and lowered my voice. “As much as I want to breed you right now, we shouldn’t make that poz Daddy wait any longer. So get your towel, boy. It’s time for you to get slammed up.” We walked back to the room, my arm draped over his shoulder, my hand occasionally mussing his hair like an affectionate big bro. I stopped by our room for just a moment to grab my playkit—and then proceeded to the sling room. When we reached the door, I turned to Conrad, placing my hands on his cute little butt as I drew his body close to mine. “You sure you’re ready for this, lil’ bro?” “I’m ready for anything, big bro.” “Good boy. Then knock.” He looked at the door, hesitating for just a moment, then glanced back at me. I gave him a proud little nod. He grinned that boyish grin, then gave the door a solid knock. Footsteps approached. The door opened. Standing before us, naked and hard, was a man like almost no man I’d seen. He was a silver Daddy type, mid-40s maybe, with a lean and muscled chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair, a tight stomach, and a truly massive pierced cock. Best of all: right above his navel, in jet-black ink, he had a biohazard tattoo that expanded and contracted with every breath, as if pulsing with hunger. “Welcome, you fuckin’ pigs,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’m Grant. And you better get in here, ‘cuz we’ve got some fuckin’ work to do.” MORE SOON…

PART II I was sitting in the hot tub, watching the men around me from the corner of my eye. It was not a small tub like the ones people have in their backyards, but easily three meters square. If two guys on opposite ends rested their arms and shoulders on the edge of the pool, letting their outstretched bodies float in the water, their toes would hardly touch in the middle. Not that I tried to. To see all those hot, daddy-type dudes really intimidated me. Harry had been right, I was by far the youngest guy in the room. And to be honest it somewhat made me nervous. Though I had always lusted after older men, especially the hairy, bearded ones, until today my experience had mostly been limited to boys my own age. Well, not mostly, but entirely. And to see all of those guys walking around the room at least half naked, their mature, masculine bodies on display as if it was the most natural thing on earth, had me shivering with excitement, the blood rushing in my ears. Whenever a man made eye contact, and I was surprised by how many of them tried to, I blushed and looked away. But one of them proved to be particularly persistent. He sat across from me and just kept staring, nodding his head whenever our eyes met. With his cropped grey hair and neatly trimmed beard he reminded me of Harry actually, but whereas Harry was just lean, this guy looked emaciated. His face was haggard, eyes and cheeks sunken in, his collarbones showing since his chest was not nearly as muscular as Harry's. Sure, I hadn't seen much of the world yet, but it didn't take a physician to diagnose what looked like full-blown AIDS to me. Don't stare at him like that. He'll think you want to have sex with him, moron. But it was already too late. I almost froze in terror when he suddenly got up and waded towards me through the turmoiled water. He had to be a very tall guy. While the water had covered my asscheeks completely, surging through my crack with every step I made, it didn't reach much higher than his knees, his lean, vascular thighs in full sight. But what really caught my eye was the monstrous uncut dick dangling in front of him, the sheathed cockhead parting the surface of the pool like an icebreaker pushing aside the floes.It might sound strange, but my first thought was that his cock looked like some kind of parasitic life form, a monstrous, blood-filled leech that had sunk its fangs into the guy's crotch to suck all the sap and energy from its host's body. It was long, bloated and angry-red, with thick veins running along the length of the shaft. The epitome of vitality. To see it attached to this frail, emaciated body was surreal. Since its latest victim was obviously drained to the last drop, I almost expected it to drop off his body and to disappear in the bubbling water, looking for a new host to grind its teeth into and feast on until it would finally be satiated. But of course it was only a cock, though definitely the longest, thickest and - I have to admit - tastiest cock I had ever seen. "Hi, my name's Glen." A hand entered my field of vision, blocking my view of this magnificent piece of meat and breaking the almost hypnotical connection. I shook his hand and looked up at the guys face with an insecure smile. "I'm Kevin." From close up the trenches running down his tanned, leathery cheeks seemed even deeper, making him look like a cigar store Indian. Somewhere in the winding depths of my mind a panicky voice was screaming "AIDS, AIDS, AIDS...", but my body seamed to have a mind of its own. My little dick was stiff as a ramrod and my asshole twitched like mad. I just couldn't help it, my eyes were drawn back to his massive cock again. "Like what you see, boy?" I gulped. Of course I liked his dick. I wanted it more than anything else before. But I just couldn't admit that, not to myself and all the more not to that stranger approaching me. It was just too risky and no dick in the world was worth taking that risk. Not even this long, thick, veiny - Stop it, moron. Stop it right now, or you'll end up with your ass full of his AIDS-cum!!! I willed my head to shake 'No'. "You don't? What a shame, cause it really likes you. See?" Glen was right, his cock was heaving, swaying seductively in front of me. To my utter surprise it seemed to be filling out even more, slowly gaining in diameter, the veins getting more prominent with every second that passed by. I could almost see his blood rushing through them. Now it was swinging from side to side like a cobra following the movements of the fakir's flute. But of course the cobra was me and my eyes never left the tip of his flute. I licked my lips involuntarily. A clear drop was forming as more and more pre-cum was welling out of Glen's piss-slit. Finally a translucent string was dangling before my eyes, quivering every time his fat cock jumped with excitement. And I could tell how excited he was. Glen was breathing heavily and when he finally broke the hypnotic silence, his voice was deep and husky: "Are you really sure you don't like my cock, young man? If you are, just say 'No' and I'll never bother you again." My mind was in turmoil, I wanted it so bad, but at the same time couldn't allow myself to admit it. I was transfixed like your proverbial deer in the headlights. That's when his cock took the decision for me. It throbbed one more time, the string of pre-cum ripped off, falling down towards the surface of the gurgling water. Without thinking, I darted forward, my tongue stretched out, desperately trying to catch the precious drop all my senses had been focused on. But I was too late, it disappeared in the whirlpool. A sigh of despair escaped my lips. When I looked up at Glen, he just gave me a shit-eating grin. "Don't worry, boy. There's more where this came from. More than you could ever ask for. Now let's get going and find us some private place. I can't wait so see those cute lips wrapped around my fat daddydick. You better work up a lot of saliva, because Daddy never uses any artificial lube. So spit and pre-cum is all the lubrication you're gonna get. Wonder how long it's gonna take your little boyhole to accomodate my thick ass-stretcher." He chuckled lecherously. "But don't worry. Daddy pre-cums a lot and since I never use condoms either, your little fuckhole will be slick with natural lube in no time. And when I rub my slimy cockhead over your quivering hole, you'll be begging to have Daddy's big mancock shoved into you." And he was right. I didn't know much right then, but I knew for sure I'd be begging for it. And I'd mean it. Begging him for his AIDS-load. "Now lets get going. My balls are boiling already: Time to turn you into daddy's cumdump..." He grabbed my arm to pull me with him and I was about to get up, when a voice boomed through the cave-like tiled room: "Hey, Kevin. Here you are. I almost thought you were hiding from me. Ready to take your tour around the place?" Harry was walking towards the tub. Naked, towel around his neck, his big cock dangling in front of him. The gray hair covering his muscular body already matted by the steamy air. I blushed. Finally I muttered: "Er, Glen here has already offered to..." That's when I realized that Glen had gone. He was sitting at the other side of the whirlpool again, his eyes closed, feigning to be asleep. The last couple of minutes might just as well never have happened. But I had no time to think. Harry jumped into the water with quite a splash and sat down next to me, laying his arm around my back. "So, where do you want to go first?" PART III in the making. (Sorry it took me so long. I had to focus on school and at some point I forgot about this story altogether. But right now I'm already halfway through with PART III. I promise. )

Chapter 4 – My Bug Chasing Life – No it’s not a Pixar Movie The evening had been warm as usual, but the night had been more than I could have imagined as Santos had me fucked by a couple of really infected dudes, including The Goat, and then Oscar, the guy with the bull tattoo. I also took several loads from his enforcers before we came back to our rooms, they left, and I found out that a riot had broken out and Santos had been hurt. I cautiously walked back up the stairs and sat down on the steps leading to the third floor. Then I saw him, Santos was coming up the stairs to the second floor, his face cut and bloody. Shit, the look of pain in his eyes, it killed me. I knew right then I loved him. I put my arm around him and helped him upstairs and to the table outside of El Capo’s room. Santos grunted in pain as he sat in the chair and I swore, wondering where the fuck Miguel was. “You could have left,” Santos said. I did not really hear him as I tried to dab the blood away from the gash in his forehead. “Why didn’t you leave, why Little Papi?” Santos asked, grabbing my wrist and making me face him, his piercing eyes now flooded with pain, yet still, there was something more there and in his voice. What do I say? “I..I.. just…I thought you might need me, I thought…” I stammered and sputtered as my emotions overwhelmed me. Santos pulled me closer to him with his right arm and kissed me. My insides turned upside down and I was lost in him again. FUCK! I didn’t understand this. How could I feel something for this guy. He had bought me like a fucking farm animal, kept me captive, yet…yet I wanted to be with him, to belong to him, to love him. Miguel finally arrived with a small, tattered cardboard box containing a few basic medical supplies and a bottle of brandy. He set it on the table then squatted by the window and watched as I bandaged Santos up the best I could. Some of Santos’ enforcers came upstairs as well, and I bandaged them up too, but had to send Miguel out to find some clean t-shirts to tear up to use as we quickly ran out of bandages. As I worked on his enforcers, Santos sat in a chair by the window in his usual stance with one hand on his thigh, the other holding his cigarette, alternately staring out into the now, quiet night, and watching me. The next several days were chaotic as the prison was still tense and there were small fights breaking out that Santos and his men had to keep putting down. I spent my days worrying about him, but I was still El Capo’s wifey, so while everyone else was out dealing with the troubles, El Capo – the Boss in name only it seemed - spent more of his time naked with his dick buried up my ass. El Capo’s new, favorite position was to have me lay on my back on his bed, pull my legs back so he could spit on my hole and hear me cry out as he drove his huge dick in me. “Good fucking wifey,” the Boss said, “Nice bitch, love being up that hole, fits just right around my big old polla, fuck yeah, keep my balls drained like a good wife, good good wife.” While I enjoyed the raw fuck and taking his cum, I could not help but wish for more, more of the bug, more infected dick, more of Santos. The riots and their aftermath had created a shift in power, and while I did not know all that was happening, it was clear everyone was paying less and less attention to El Capo, and the less he had to do, the more El Capo drank. He was a sloppy drunk and soon was passing out long before he could get hard and fuck. That was fine by me for as things quieted down, Santos began coming to see me each night before he went to bed. He would sit in the chair by my bed, smoking his cigarette, the light from the outer room highlighting the muscles in his torso. We would talk for a while about things, his childhood, my childhood, and more, and then when he was ready, he would fuck me and send me to sleep with my ass full of his cum, setting his AIDs virus free to do its work and mark me as his Little Papi. A couple weeks after the riot, everything seemed back to normal except for El Capo who was more and more drunk all the time. He had also began to have a frequent visitor, a man Miguel called the Burro. The Burro dressed in white slacks, white shirt, and white brimmed hat. He apparently owned a number of the businesses in the Mercado, sold drugs, and was an all around prick. When he came to see El Capo he was rude, demanding, and acted like he owned the fucking prison. I didn’t like him and still did not know enough Spanish to understand all that he said to El Capo, but I did know the Boss was always angrier and more agitated when The Burro left and would start yammering about how MS-13 would bow to him, we would see. They always made sure to meet alone, but Miguel would often hang around and sneak back into the kitchen or bathroom if he could to listen. The Burro had never shown any interest in me until one afternoon when I was in the kitchen fixing some food for him and El Capo and when I turned around The Burro was blocking my way. He did not speak any English and I had no idea what he said to me, so I tried to step around him and when I did he knocked the plates of food I was carrying out of my hands and onto the floor. “HEY! What the fuck man!” I hollered. The Burro just sneered at me, opened the zipper on his white pants and pulled out his dick. He was uncut, and it looked like it could be a nice size, but just something about the man did not set right with me. I saw Miguel run past as I went to step around The Burro and when I did, he grabbed my arm, spun me around and pushed me against the wall. “Get the fuck off me asshole!” I screamed and started to try to fight him and get away. I knew I would get into trouble for this, but there was no way I was letting this guy get on me. We struggled for a bit and luckily I was about the same size as he was. The Burro just kept trying to get my pants down and as I went to push at him again suddenly he was off me and crashing into the shelves of canned food on the back wall. I turned, and there was Santos, angrier then I had ever seen him and Miguel standing behind him, looking at me and pointing at Santos. I guess Miguel had realized I was in trouble and had gotten Santos. Santos’ voice was calm, yet had a sharp edge as he said, “Leave,” so Miguel and I rushed out into the main room only to find El Capo passed out, face down on the table. There was a muffled discussion in the kitchen and then we heard The Burro screaming as he came running out holding his nose, his white shirt and pants now covered in blood, and he kept screaming and swearing all the way down the stairs. As Santos stepped into the room casually wiping his hand off on a towel, two of his enforcers stepped into the room. They exchanged words in a whisper with Santos, then left after The Burro. “You two, downstairs, now,” Santos said. I looked at El Capo who was still face down on the table and Santos said, “Don’t worry about him. My boys will put him to bed.” Miguel and I went down the stairs and by this time there was quite a crowd all wondering what was going on, from those there on business to Santos’ enforcers. Santos told Miguel to take me back to Santos’ room and as Miguel led me to the rooms off to the side I realized many of the men in the room looked at Santos the way I felt – with awe, wonder, loyalty, and maybe even a type of love, and I felt a little jealous. Miguel left me in Santos’ room, which was fairly large, bright with two windows, cool from the AC and very clean and neat. Not what I expected I guess. I felt a little uncomfortable as I had never seen his room before and felt like I was invading his privacy. At the same time, I was excited and curious, but I sat in the wooden chair by the window and waited. It was dusk when Santos walked in. He looked tired, but I could see that horny glint in his eye and the bulge growing in his pants. As he walked towards me, Santos placed the every present cigarette between his lips and with both hands, reached down, undid his belt buckle and slid the long, leather belt out of his pants. “Open your mouth,” Santos said. I did, Santos stepped closer, looped the belt around my neck and cinched it tight so that it dug a little into my skin. Holding the belt with his right hand, Santos unbuttoned his pants, let them drop, and guided his bulging donkey dick toward my waiting mouth. I was drooling from hunger and lapped at his AIDs filled precum the moment my tongue was able to reach his piss slit. I wet his dick head and nibbled at the underside, making Santos squirm and moan. As his dick slicked up, Santos pushed it further into my throat, tightening the belt at the same time. I had never experienced that sensation and it was not rough or even choking me, just a guided pressure and tightness that seemed to enhance the sensation of his dick pushing my gag reflex out of the way. Santos did not last long, “Good Little Papi, taking my AIDs dick like I want, want me cum Papi? Want me to coat your throat and guts? Hmmm? Want some more gangbanger cum in you? I got you the biggest infected dick you will have ever seen, oh Little Papi cannot wait to see him make your ass wet!! OH PAPI HERE IT COMES!!!” My mouth and throat were soon filled and coated with his virus filled load, his sperm now swimming down my guts to join the breeders I hoped he would soon give me. “Oh Little Papi,” Santos sighed as he loosened the belt, bent down, and kissed me long and deep. He pulled my head against his hot and sweaty torso and I inhaled his musk and funk as he ran his fingers over my head. He stepped back, pulled up his pants, then said, “Come on Little Papi, this is a big night, and I have someone I want you to – or should I say you will want to meet you AIDs chasing slut!” Wow, this sounded excited, so I stood up, wiped my mouth just in case any evidence was left, and followed Santos back out in the main rooms of the second floor. The outer rooms were packed with gangbangers, all of them armed and the tension was thick. I knew the guys who were Santos’ men, but there were many more, I even saw Miguel handing out bullet clips, and I turned to ask what was going on. Santos shook his head, put his arm around me as we walked and we were surrounded by about 20 of the men, “No worries Little Papi, OK. I promise, you will have a good time.” I licked my lips out of nervousness and the desire for the tangy taste of his load, and let Santos and the escort lead me back to the little room he had taken me to before where the infected men had bred me. Like before, there were a couple of armed enforcers by the outside door, but this time as I walked down the dark hallway I had to squeeze past at least six others to get to the room. What was going on? I entered the room that was about 10 by 10 and lighted this time with several lamps sitting around the floor. The dirty, little mattress was still on the floor and the room was shrouded in smoke, thick and pungent. This time though instead of a couple guys waiting for me there was only one. The man sitting alone at the back of the room stood up and walked towards Santos and I. He was taller than Santos and heavily muscled and had many more tattoos that covered his torso, arms, and even some of his face. His hair was buzzed short and he had a mustache and hair on his chin, both cropped close as well. Santos walked over, they both flashed the ‘devil’s head’ hand sign before they embraced each other, and Santos called him, “hermano”, or brother. While I stood there, they spoke in quiet whispers for a few minutes, Santos looked at me a few times as he spoke, then patted the guy’s arm, came over and put his arm around me as he guided me to the man who was now lighting up a new smoke. “Little Papi, this is my hermano, Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros of MS-13 here in San Pedro Sula – and not just the prison, the whole fucking city!” My questioning look told Santos I did not know what he meant so he added, “Palabreros loosely translated is ‘those who have the word,’ he is the leader, the top man.” I began to shake a little, suddenly scared shitless as I stood in front of someone I was sure was a murderer and more. Santos squeezed my shoulder and said, “Tonight you and my hermano will spend some time together. You see I have told him how much of a good AIDs slut you are Little Papi and how much you want to chase the bug. He will be your marido, or husband, and you will address him only as mi marido, understand? He’s got the biggest ass packing dick in here, and more cum than I think even you can handle.” The palabreros of MS-13 exhaled a thick, acrid cloud and smiled as he rubbed his crotch. He was a sexy fucker for sure, so I nodded and said to Santos, “I understand.” Santos patted my back and said, “I am always nearby Little Papi, no matter what.” There was something in his eyes as he pulled away that bothered me. What was going on? I did not have time to dwell on it as Santos left, closing and locking the door, while the leader of MS-13 spoke to me for the first time, “Do not worry about your Santos. Mi hermano can take care of himself. So, you are the gringo that I have heard so much about. Come, sit with me, let us drink, relax, and have some fun, OK?” I eagerly grabbed the bottle of Guaro and took several large gulps, choking half of it back up, holy crap what the hell? The MS-13 leader laughed and said, “That muchacho, is some good shit, the best there is, and will fuck you up! Not like most of the shit you find around here, so suck it up.” I tried again, a little more slowly, and as the shit burned my insides raw, mi hermano from MS-13 stood up, waiting, his growing bulge showing what was clearly on his mind. I kneeled at the foot of the gang leader and looked up as he took a big hit on his smoke. Fuck yeah that was sexy! He did not look down as I carefully unbuttoned the top of his jeans and slid them down to the floor. He raised his left leg so I could work his pants past his black boots, the kind like the prison guards wore. Once his pants were off I was able to stare in wonder at the gigantic dick before me. He was bigger than Santos for sure, so donkey did not apply, maybe elephant? I didn’t know but my ass got wet and twitched as I stroked him. The skin of his dick was uniformly dark, and he had what looked like a huge muscle running up the underside of his shaft that stuck out and flexed. His dick head was a deep reddish purple, and he was leaking cum like crazy. I was just getting ready to start licking him when he stopped me, “Oh no gringo, a good wife takes her husband’s cum in her pussy, you want to be a good wife to your marido now don’t you? I also told Santos I would make sure to infect you. Very few people know this, but I have AIDs to, so you WILL get my bug. I also have a few more other things to give you as well and Santos has given his blessing to any and all infections and I can see you like the thought of that too.” My rock hard dick had given away any thoughts I might have tried to hard. “Tomorrow,” the MS-13 gang leader continued, “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. Tonight, you will learn something else. You will learn what a true merciless fuck is. Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!” “Please fuck me, PLEASE breed me with your dick, mi marido!!” I said, and meant every word as my body ached to be bred. The gang leader grunted, pushed me towards one of the chairs, which slid against the wall, the sound of wood hitting the concrete creating a small series of echoes. I grabbed the bottle of Guaro with my right hand and gulped hard and fast and set it back on the floor. The MS-13 gang leader stood behind me, running first his right hand down my back and ass, then his left, like he was brushing a pony or something. His engorged dick was bouncing and pushing around my hole the more he stroked me. I was begging and pleading, but was made to wait even longer as he knelt behind me and buried his tongue in my ass. HOLY FUCK that felt good. His tongue felt as big as some dicks I had had fuck me in the past and I was pushing back and moaning and begging even more. The liquor had kicked in big time and I was ready. “Carajo mi culo mi marido, carajo mi culo!! Fuck my ass my husband, fuck my ass!” I was almost screaming now I was so horned up and did not know if I got the Spanish right or not, but assume he got the basic message when he stood back, poured some of the liquor down my crack, and positioned his drooling dick at my fluttering hole. The gang leader’s voice got very serious as he said, “The only way to breed you right, to breed you like the true AIDs slut you want to be is with no mercy. MS-13 shows no mercy. You understand? Is that what you want gringo? A no mercy fuck from my gangbanger dick? Ready to bleed and get infected for MS-13? You want some gangbanger cum in your pussy? Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!” I took a big breath to respond and beg again but did not have a chance to say more as the leader of MS-13 – the nastiest ass packer around began to push his way inside my hole. There was no place to run and my chest tightened as pain shot out from my ass as he steadily pushed inside of me and the blood from my hole announced his entry. My ass felt dry and every little bit of his dick seemed to tear at my insides. I could only gasp and inhale as he pushed as far as he could go. When he had gone as far as he could, he pulled back out, poured some more Guaro on his dick and my hole and pushed back in, getting a little deeper each time. It was not as bad as I thought. Hurt like fuck, I could take it, little did I know. The second the gang leader’s balls touched my ass cheeks, my legs and whole body began to shake and I started to shoot a huge load onto the chair in front of me without even touching myself. DAMN! My insides clamped down on his dick and started spasming, making him moan in pleasure and suddenly he yanked his dick all the way out, dragging my guts with him and making me scream. I was trying to breathe as he then worked the head around my hole a little and drove back in. Pulled back out and drove back in, never giving me time to get used to it and my insides kept spasming and clenching on his dick as wave after wave of orgasm shuddered through me as he pounded me mercilessly over and over and over. The gang leader pulled all the way and said, “Get on the mattress on your hands and knees, that is some good culo and I plan to dig it out nice and fucking deep! Carojo look at the bloody hole!” Like he wasn’t already? I grabbed the liquor first, took a few gulps and felt my head explode as it hit. The liquor down my throat and in my ass was fucking me up! I stumbled to the mattress, got on my hands and knees, and the gang leader squatted behind my ass and drove his raw dick deep. His fingers dug into my fleshy ass as he said, “FUCK YEAH! That’s what I’m talking about now, oh FUCK YEAH! You are a good slut, yes you are, I owe my brother for this little wife, yes I do. You like this gangbanger dicking you down? Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!” “SHOW NO MERCY – SHOW NO MERCY – FUCK ME WITH YOUR AIDS DICK – FUCK ME!!!” I begged and pleaded. The most dangerous man in the prison reached forward, grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me back towards him as his big dick barebacked me deeper than I had ever been fucked. I was still learning I guess and could not believe he was so deep or the amazing feeling it was to have someone shifting my guts around. “Take my fucking cum up that AIDs hungry pussy! Take it gringo! Take this fucking load! OH YEAH GRINGO - FEEL ME BREED YOU!” he hollered loud enough for the whole prison to hear it seemed like. As he shot I could feel his entire shaft swell and pulse as his cum was deposited deep in my sore and abused guts. His dick barely softened and when he yanked it out of my now well-fucked hole I still winced and gasped a little. The even worse feeling was having my ass empty. I was still doggy style on the mattress when he took his fingers, jammed them into my ass and worked them around, pulled them out and reached forward and held them in front of my face. “This is the mark of an MS-13 fuck! See the little dark chunks of blood, the bright red, and the pink goo? All signs have been used and bred like a good AIDs slut. Get up, get me something to smoke, and keep that ass ready as I plan to fuck you all night.” I said, “Hmm, I feel like I have to use the bathroom, is there one in here?” The gang leader laughed, pointed to a bucket by the door and said, “For now, there, but I don’t think you do, I think it’s your insides just trying to figure out what the fuck happened. So you hold it as I want you sloppy wet. But speaking of ---- have you ever drank piss before? Had it up your ass?” I shook my head no, as he smiled, stood over me and said, “Open your mouth. I need to piss and I am not using a bucket when I have a hot piece of culo here to take everything I got.” His piss was dark and sharp and smelled awful and tasted worse, but I drank it down and before I could gag it back up he handed me a new bottle of liquor for me to wash it down with. I spent the next few hours being fucked beyond stupid by the leader of MS-13 in between our drinking and his smoking. After the second load my hole was wide and gaping and he loved finding new positions in which he could scrape my guts as he slammed balls deep. My ass continued to bleed and I was concerned, but he laughed and assured me that was the way a true mujer’s pussy should be and every time he stuck a liquor-covered finger up my ass to pucker my hole, the extreme burning made me realize just how much he had torn me up. I was on my back, my ankles pushed to my shoulders with the gang leader deep dicking me, and my ass making big sloppy noises because it was so wet and full when the door lock clicked and Santos walked back in. I craned my neck to see him. He looked tired, and like he had blood on the front of his pants, but it did not appear to be his, and he looked OK otherwise, so I relaxed and hoped he would enjoy the show. My ass was talking back with every thrust and I was rewarded and blessed with another load of dick snot deep in the bowels from a huge gangbanger dick. The leader of MS-13 collapsed on top of me, panting from the workout, his sweat blurring my vision as it dripped onto my face. After a few minutes he grunted, rolled off me, stood up, shook his head and body like a dog coming in out of the rain, grabbed his t-shirt, wiped his face, then stepped over to speak with Santos. I lay on the cum, blood, and ass stained mattress, sautéed in infected jizz, as they caught up. Santos was lighting a new cigarette while the gang leader went over, pulled his pants on, shook himself again, took a shot of liquor, then came and kneeled by me. He smiled as he looked down at me and drove three fingers up my gaping and ganger filled hole, leaned closed so only I could hear, “I will see you again very soon gringo as I have much more leche for you. Oh, and you will be a great mujer for my brother, with all my blessings.” I was a little surprised and looked at him a bit startled as he pulled his fingers out of my ass, held them to my mouth so I could lick them and winked at me before standing up and leaving through the door, which was closed loudly behind him. 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. 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. Stay tuned for Chapter 5 – The First Signs of Infection and Life Under the New Regime

Chapter 3 – Chasing the Bug in the Gangbanger Herd of Breeders - “You ready to take some charged up cum now Little Papi?” Santos said. My heart skipped a beat with fear and excitement as I realized I was going to get more raw dick and a load of cum full of the HIV bug. Santos opened his jeans and let them drop to the floor. His eyes met mine and I followed his gaze as he tilted his head down to see the large shadow being cast by his hardening dick. Santos looked back up at me, smiled, stuck his tongue of out of the corner of his mouth just a little, then said, “Have you ever taken some charged cum before Little Papi? Do you know what I mean?” I shook my head no. While I assumed I knew what he meant, my assumptions had ended me up here, so I decided to be cautious. His eyes narrowed, an evil smile making his tear drop tattoo wink, as Santos said, “There are many dangers in here, and as you are part of our family now I promise I will do my best to protect you from them. Do you believe me? Good.” Santos started stroking his dick while he spoke, distracting me as I could not help but stare as his huge donkey dick as he continued, “Suck my dick now. El Capo will not awake for hours, Miguel has learned to not sniff where he does not belong, and no one else will bother us.” I knelt on the concrete floor of the bathroom and was stunned as Santos’ dick looked even bigger up close. Before I could put it in my mouth Santos took his hand and swung his dick hard into my face! Shit, what was that? I was shocked and reeled back a little while Santos placed his right hand on my shoulder to hold me steady and began using his hard dick to beat my face. “You like that Little Papi? My dick is the most dangerous thing in the world right now for you. Open your mouth, that’s it, taste my meat. You taste that precum? You like how it tastes? Come on now, open your throat, let me in there, that’s it, gag on my big dick. I love to hear someone gag on my grande polla as I feed them my charged up cum. You know why my cum is so charged? Hmm… No, no, don’t try to answer, just keep working on my dick, yeah, just like that. Let me hear you gag on it. Good, so good. As I was saying Little Papi, my cum is so charged because I have AIDs and here in prison there are no meds, and we live hard, so my seed is like El Diablo’s, or *****’s babies and when I breed, I breed deep and I don’t stop because this big dick is meant to impregnate anyone I fuck, you understand me?” I just nodded my head a little as Santos was holding my head firm as he worked his dick down my throat. He had pushed hard and forced his way past my gag reflex but my stomach gagged instead and as Santos pulled his dick back out it was followed by a stream of fluid and bile from stomach that splattered all over the floor and onto our pants. Santos laughed as I gasped, wiped my mouth and started to wipe the tears from my eyes before he placed his dick back on my lips and said, “Open up.” I did and Santos drove his dick back down my throat and held it there as my stomach revolted again. I grabbed at his torso to try to push him away, but Santos held firm and said, “I like you Little Papi, and the choice is yours. Do you want me to stop? Or do you want my gift, do you want my charged cum?” My head was spinning from the lack of air, but also what Santos had just said. Oh my God! I had fantasized so long about taking cum full of HIV and while I guess some of the guys who had fucked me since I arrived in Honduras could have been positive, this was the first time in my life that I knew the dick being offered was poison. I had thought about going to a bookstore or even posting an ad online to chase the bug, yet here it was being offered, and being offered by one of the sexiest men I had ever met with a dick that I knew – no matter what – I had to have inside of me. Santos slowly pulled his now rock hard dick out of my throat and I self-consciously wiped up the string of spit that came with it. “Please,” I said with a slightly hoarse voice.“ Santos was still holding my head, looked intently at me and said, “Please what?” I knew I wanted his AIDs cum and felt awkward begging for it, but if this was the only way. “Please fuck me and give me your charged cum, I want your AIDs up my ass!” Santos let go of my head, bent down and said in his calm and reassuring voice, “Little Papi, I will give you my ***** babies and understand, once I start I won’t stop until I have impregnated you good and deep. Get up, brace yourself against the wall while I grab something.” As I stood, my legs shook and my whole body began to tremble in excitement. The thought of intentionally taking a dick full of HIV made me so fucking horny and I still could not believe it was happening. Would I be able to tell? Did AIDs cum feel different? Would I get sick? Shit, I didn’t think about that. The risk, the danger, playing chicken with death – fuck that was hot. Santos reappeared holding a small bottle of cooking oil and a bottle of Guaro. He took a couple big sips from the bottle and when I reached out to have some too he shook his head and said, “No, no, I want you to feel this. I want you to remember this, I want you to be totally sober when I unload in you.” The cooking oil was opened and Santos dribble a small stream onto his dick and the floor. His right hand stroked his dick to full hardness and he then turned me back to the wall and used his now oiled up fingers to slick up my ass. My hole was pretty open from all of the fucking I had been taking the past couple of days and was still full of El Capo’s cum, well at least the cum that had not run out when Miguel started to fuck me. Santos set the bottle of oil on the floor, the clink of the glass against the concrete echoing, the only other sound was the ‘slosh’ of his oiled fingers working my ass. I generally was not into ass play, but the way his fingers worked made me moan and I began to push back onto his hand. “PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR AIDS NOW!!!” I begged again. Santos took his left hand, used his thumb and forefinger to spread my cheeks and his right hand guided his slicked dick to its target. The Boss had a big dick, but Santos’ head was larger and his whole dick was thicker, so my breath caught in my throat as Santos pushed his raw dick inside of me. I put my hand back, trying to ease his entry, but Santos just ignored me and steadily pushed up and in, embedding his poisonous dick inside me. “Ah Papi,” Santos sighed, “The guards were right. You have a sweet ass and I wish I had gotten up in there before El Capo. But now, now is my turn to breed you. Now is my turn to see you and give you my ***** babies. You want my AIDs cum Papi? You want me to infect you?” All I could do was whimper as Santos plowed deeper and deeper into my guts and then begged, “Please fuck me, please fuck me, go deeper, please fuck me deeper!” Santos leveraged his dick deeper in my ass, “Oh here it comes, you’re going to get my AIDs nice and deep up that ass, oh Little Papi! You nasty dick sucker. You nasty cum chaser. Dime lo que queires – tell me what you want. You want my AIDs, you want my cum, oh here you go Papi, just for you Papi, just for…….you…Papi…” Santos’ dick quivered and convulsed as he bred me and gave me his poisonous load. No, I guess his cum did not feel any different, but I knew, I knew he had infected me and changed me forever with that load. Santos slowly moved his hips to work his load around my ass and I turned my head so he could kiss me. My body felt like I had stuck my finger in a light socket as his lips touched mine. He pulled my body close to him and said, “I got you good Little Papi, got you good. Did you like that? Did you like taking my AIDs cum? You did? Let me tell you a little secret now, I know some pretty sick and infected homeboys in here who have not been able to fuck in so long. The whores here all know them and won’t let them touch them. Would you take their AIDs cum too for me? Let them charge your ass so I can use their nasty cum to fuck you some more? You want to chase the bug through the gangbanger herd? I want to fuck you so bad with their homeboy cum up there, their homeboy AIDs inside you, oh yeah Papi, fuck shit – take another load, take some more of my cum, take it….” I melted into Santos’ body as he gave me infected load number two. Slowly, Santos’ breeding stick softened and slid out of my ass, letting a thick river of his cum run down my leg. Santos took both hands, ran them up my legs to scoop up his gift, then held them out for me to lick clean. He was enraptured as my tongue and mouth took every drop and I had never tasted anything so good! When I finished, Santos said, “So my Papi, my Little Bug Chaser, did you get what you wanted?” I smiled and replied, “Yes, thank you, that was fucking unbelievable. Is it true what you said, about um… the other…I….how come your friends just don’t fuck other prisoners.” Santos laughed, hugged me close and whispered, “Si, all true, I will make sure you get lots of deposits, lots of raw dick bangers stabbing your back, but you have to always do what I say, understand? And this, this stays between us, El Capo only needs to know what I tell him. You know what is machismo? Well, we have a code and fucking our homeboys just is not done. That’s why some gangs have ‘wifeys’, boys, girls, whatever, some use only the hookers in the Mercado, we are not like the States where prisoners fuck each other like common dogs.” I nodded, Santos let me go, and we both pulled ourselves together. “El Capo will probably wake up in an hour or so and you had better be prepared. He will want to fuck you and get a nutt to start his day, then eat, then he will tell you what else he needs before he starts his business,” Santos said. His business? Fuck it was past noon, he must have some crazy business hours, which I would soon learn was so true as El Capo drank and partied until the early morning before passing out. “I’ll send Miguel back up. He can tell you how El Capo likes some things and will help as you need him to. Remember what I told you and you must be obediente in all things, you understand? I’m out, have some things to do, but if you need me, Miguel or the homeboys downstairs know where to find me.” I watched Santos leave the bathroom and thought that that had been the most romantic and amazing sex I had ever had, even if it was in a prison bathroom. There was something about Santos, something so calm and reassuring, but then that wild intense underside, damn I wanted to get fucked again. Reality set in though, and I figured if I was going to find a way out of here I needed time, so I best do a good job at being El Capo’s ‘wifey’. I was busy in the kitchen area when Miguel returned, trailed by two of Santos’ bangers carrying boxes. They set the boxes down and left as Miguel handed me a pair of folded up jeans, and a blue t-shirt with Mickey Mouse on it. He smiled knowingly and said, “Santos told me you might need to change and to give you these and that you should wash up and shower. I’ll then show you where things are here. I used to help El Capo’s last boy…wife..ummm…well I know.” Miguel started unpacking food from the boxes as I went back to the bathroom, memories of Santos inside me flooding my mind. Miguel showed me how the little kitchen worked and we cooked up a large pot of rice and beans with some cocunut milk, some kind of green vegetable, and put out a bunch of oranges and a plate of tortillas. He said El Capo usually only ate meat on Sundays and loved chicken with rice and corn and it was hard to get good fresh eggs, even for El Capo, although he had to have his dark coffee with his ‘breakfast.’ The food was ready and Miguel and I were sitting at the wood table outside his room when El Capo threw his bedroom door, making us both jump and started growling in Spanish. I had no idea what he was saying and was confused not only by the Spanish, but by the sight of his big morning hardon. DAMN! Miguel got my to focus, and told me he wanted his coffee. I scrambled to the kitchen, poured out the coffee that looked like mud, and took it to his room. El Capo was standing in the middle of the floor stroking his dick, his eyes half closed as he looked like he was still part way asleep. “Bend over wifey, my balls are aching.” I took my pants off, and bent over with my legs spread wide bracing myself on a wooden chair in the corner of his room. El Capo was the Boss, so I guess that meant no foreplay as he roughly tried shoving his dick up my ass. He then spit on my ass crack, rubbed it up and down a little then slammed his head into me. I flinched, but then remembered reading on the bareback sites about how if you bleed and tear your hole you have a better chance when chasing the bug, so I gritted my teeth, arched my back and pushed my ass back. El Capo liked that and started to slam fuck me, “Oh you’re a good wife, nice bitch, oh yeah, taking that hole good, got a big morning load for you.” I was then startled as El Capo stopped and started to speak to someone. I turned and saw Miguel standing in the door. He looked at me with a mischievous grin, then nodded at El Capo, then got down on his hands and knees, pushing his way between me and the chair and taking my hard dick in his throat. What the fuck? The raw dick in my ass started fucking again as Miguel sucked on me. Shit – that was wild! “Harder Boss, fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck your wife,” I said. El Capo picked up his pace and as he squeezed my nipples hard and his body tensed unloading his sperm, I shot into Miguel’s mouth who gobbled up my load. The Boss yanked his dick out of my ass, Miguel pushed me to the side to get to it and licked him clean of my ass juice, El Capo’s cum, and the red that now speckled his dick. El Capo patted Miguel’s head, pushed him to the side, and Miguel said something to him. El Capo paused, looked at me, then said, “Yes, yes, you are like a son to me, so fuck my wifey here anytime you want. You need to learn to be a man and stay the fuck off your knees unless you want to be someone’s wife too, you hear me. Now where the fuck is my breakfast.” El Capo strutted out of his room to the table and Miguel smiled like the Cheshire cat –– sneaky little bastard. “We’ll see what Santos says about this,” I told him as I left to feed the Boss. The rest of the day was spent serving El Capo – the Boss – and his lieutenants. Making them food, cleaning away dishes, bringing drinks, sending Miguel off to get more Guaro from wherever they kept that. I was fucking exhausted, and had not slept in what felt like forever. Finally the day wound down and El Capo passed out in his bed with a couple of bottles of Gurao at his side. While part of me wanted some more dick, I was too tired and made my way to my small room and dropped onto the little wood bed and promptly fell asleep. The next several days were basically the same. I’d wake up, clean up the rooms, prepare food, wait with Miguel for El Capo to wake up and his lieutenants to show up, El Capo would breed me first thing, and then would pass out late into the night, too drunk to fuck or do anything. Miguel did not try pulling his little stunt again and although I had not said anything to Santos, had barely even seen him, I guess the threat alone was good enough to keep Miguel in check. It was a Saturday night, El Capo and his men had all partied very hard with liquor and more and when El Capo crashed, the party moved elsewhere and I could hear music and shouting from throughout the prison as the wind carried the sounds of revelry through the open windows. After finishing my duties, I lay in bed for a while and thought about how to escape. I had not even been able to go downstairs since I had got here, let alone figure out a way out of the prison. Maybe I could get word to the embassy or something? But how, shit. I still saw no options, none at all, and again realized the best thing I could do was lay low, do what they wanted, and bide my time. I had finally gone to sleep when I was startled awake by a hand over my mouth, “Shhh Little Papi, it’s OK! It’s OK.” I looked up in terror only to see Santos, his reassuring smile making me feel safe. Once he knew I would not scream, Santos sat back in the wooden chair beside my little bed, his legs spread wide, and enjoyed his cigarette. He still had no shirt on, most guys here don’t wear them but often carry them in their back pockets I notice. Sweat was glistening over his torso and in the thin shafts of light I was mesmerized. Fuck he was hot! With his left hand Santos began rubbing the bulge in his leg, “So Little Papi, how does that culo feel? Has El Capo been fucking you like a good wifey? He seems pleased so far, which is good. Keep that up and we’ll have no problems. But El Capo cannot give you what you want can he? That big dick of his is not enough now is it? No, little bug chaser, I think you’ve been missing my charged up cum haven’t you?” My dick got hard, my ass started getting wet, and I fidgeted in the bed as Santos spoke. He was right, right about it all. “El Capo won’t wake up for a long time. I made sure he had a little something extra special tonight so that you and me could take care of some things. I have some strong, big dicked homeboys all lined up to stab that back and deposit their loads up in your culo nice and raw, the only way. You ready to be bred by a gangbanger herd?” “FUCK YES!” I said, practically jumping out of the bed. Santos laughed, eased me back with his left hand on my shoulder. “Relax Little Papi, we got plenty of time. My homeboys have not had any good hole in a long time, so I put the word out and got you some nasty charged up cum churning in some big old balls. I’ve been thinking all week about watching you being dicked down, nasty bug chaser slut, taking those AIDs loads, making it nice and sloppy for me – damn!” Santos was full on rubbing his hard dick through his jeans now, he smiled at me, held the cigarette between his lips, leaned back in the chair, unzipped his pants, shifted his weight a little and pulled them down over his hips exposing his ripe, hairy balls and giant donkey dick. I didn’t have to be invited twice as I was like the Road Runner and was between his legs in a flash with his poisonous dick gagging me. To get a better angle, Santos stood up, I kneeled a little straighter, he placed his left hand on the top of my head to hold me in place, while he continue to enjoy his cigarette. I looked up, fuck he was sexy standing there over me, smoking, his sweat running down his torso, his dick filling my throat and making my eyes tear up. Santos tossed his cigarette onto the floor, the stub of the butt still smoking while he grabbed my head with both hands, angled his hips and drove his dick balls deep. I gagged, my eyes streamed tears, snot came out of my nose, and my stomach tried to heave, but Santos did not let up and fucked my throat like he did my ass – deep and no stopping once he started. All I could do was hang onto his hips and focus on trying to capture slivers of air in between his strokes. “Little Papi wants my cum? Huh? You want to taste my AIDs cum? Swallow that nutt you AIDs slut? That’s right, open that throat, let me bang you out, that’s right, come on now, that’s right, swallow that nutt, swallow it, TASTE MY AIDS!!!” I was dizzy from lack of air and my head hurt as Santos squeezed it hard letting me know he was shooting his hot load down my throat. Frankly I could not tell as his dick was deep and the only time I tasted his load was when he pulled his dick back and let me gasp some air before licking what was left of his load as it dripped out of his piss slit. My knees hurt, so I stood, Santos pulled me close to him, leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss, working his tongue around my mouth and tasting his load. He pulled back, wiped my face dry with his hands and I melted in his eyes. “Gracias, gracias, I plan on charging you from both ends tonight. Like I said, I love hearing someone gag on my polla and that was good, real good. Hmmm……” His dick was still hard and I wanted it up my ass, so I reached down to stroke him, but Santos stopped me, “Time to go. My homeboys are waiting and you are going to get plenty of dick tonight. Here, grab some Guaro, you’re going to need it.” I followed Santos out to the center room and at the stop of the stairs the same three guys who were with him when I arrived were waiting, all armed and tense. They all smiled at me and one of them reached out and slapped my ass hard. I assumed they were part of the evening’s agenda and this was confirmed when Santos put his arm around my shoulder and leaned in and said, “My boys here are still clean, surprisingly, but I hope not for long and we’ll do a special show for them at the end of the night so you can help with that. You see, I like the gangs to think me and my enforcers all have AIDs, whether we do or not. It makes them think twice about taking a swing at us or doing anything where we might bleed on them, so works in my favor.” I shook my head, and still did not understand so much here, but loved the feeling of Santos’ arm around me as we walked. We did not go far. The enforcer in the lead opened a door and entered, motioned us in and we followed. There were two other armed guys standing in a hall. Santos smiled, “It’s OK. I want some privacy so my home boys here are ensuring no one wanders along where they don’t belong. Go on now.” I walked down the dark hallway and entered a room that was about 10 by 10 and lighted with a lamp sitting on a crate. There was a little mattress on the floor in the center of the room, a couple guys sitting in chairs, and the shadows created from the lamp made them look menacing and like death. The smoke hung thick in the room and between that and bottles of liquor, I knew they were full on partying. “Say hello to La Cabra – the Goat,” Santos said as he chuckled and pushed me towards to the closest man. “He’ll get things started. Have fun you little cum chaser, I’ll be back soon, just have to go check on a few things.” Santos left the room and the one called La Cabra walked over to me and said something in Spanish. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” squeaking out my replay as my throat was sore as hell from the wind pipe fuck Santos gave me. I grabbed a bottle of Guaro, took several long gulps, which burned and eased the pain in my throat. The Goat looked at his two friends, dropped his pants, and started wagging his dick at me. I understood that, got naked, on my hands and knees, and began sucking his dick. What the fuck? I pulled away and tried to look at his dick closer in the dim light. It had large, scaly patches on it and tasted really bad, more than just unwashed, something else. The Goat laughed, said something else and pushed my head back onto his dick. I started jacking my dick thinking he must be really infected or have something else, and that was fucking hot! I was enjoying his nice dick when Santos came back, took a seat in one of the chairs, lit a cigarette, and said something to the other two guys which made them all laugh. The Goat reached down and pulled me up, I figured he wanted to fuck, but I had a special request first. “Umm…I… read once….I…” tried to stammer out to Santos as I bent over and whispered in his ear. “What is it Little Papi, you having second thoughts now?” “No, no, not at all, I just..OK, I read someplace that the best way to take some charged cum is to make sure your ass is a little bloody and raw, you know? I want this so bad – I want to please you – and want to be a nasty cum slut for you – so I thought….” Santos’ smile widened, he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it tight, “Damn Papi, you’re going to be a good little bug chaser for me. Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Hang on.” Santos went to the door, said something to his enforcer who was standing there who disappeared. “Come on, have some more to drink before he gets back,” Santos ordered. I took several more gulps and started stroking La Cabra’s dick. I was not sure why they called him the Goat, he was just your average guy as far as I could tell, and his dick was really infected for sure. The scabs or whatever they were seemed to crack and leak a little as his dick got fully hard and with the liquor fully kicking in I wanted more and knelt back down to keep sucking him. In a minute Santos’ guard returned, Santos said something to his friends who all whooped and hollered a little. He kneeled beside me and held forward his hands for me to see. Santos said, “You ready for this Little Papi? Look what you’re doing to my dick just thinking about you as a greedy charged cum slut, wanting the bug to take. I’m going to make sure we infect you good.” With that Santos poured some Guaro out over a toothbrush his enforcer had brought, pushed me down doggy style, the Goat spread my cheeks open as Santos found my hole and started shoving the toothbrush into my hole. I cried out as the toothbrush punched through my hole, Santos poured some more liquor down my crack and then started twisting the brush round and round my hole, pulling it out and pushing it back through my ring, then shoving it deep and scraping my guts. I felt like crying, this was a pain I had never really experienced and it was not pleasant at all as my previously hard dick shriveled to a nub. Santos kept at his work until he was satisfied, he pulled the toothbrush out and held it for me to see. “CARAJO! Fuck, look at that, all bloody and red Little Papi, you’re ready,” Santos said eagerly. I stayed in position as the Goat got behind and without any lube slammed his dick through my bloody ass ring. I yelped and tried to run, but he held firm as he pounded my ass. My ass ring was searing with pain and every thrust I knew his scabby, dripping dick was infecting my hole. The more I thought about that, the less the pain became and my dick got hard again. “Please infect me, give me your nasty cum!” I pleaded. Santos translated and the Goat was soon seeding and breeding my bloody hole with his gangbanger cum. He pulled out and I started to turn to clean him off when one of the other guys mounted me. God that felt so good. Other fucks had been amazing, but the intense feelings of them fucking my torn and bloody ass was fucked up! Total mix of pain and pleasure but the knowing – the knowing they were all infected was a dream come true. The best thing of all though was looking at Santos and seeing him totally loving watching his homeboys breed me. The second guy finished breeding my ass and before the third guy could mount me, Santos handed me a bottle of Guaro and while I hit it, he went to work on my hole again with his toothbrush. His enforcer at the door was much more interested in what Santos was doing than watching the door as he was surprised when a new guy joined us. He was quite young and in the dim lamp light I could see a large bull head with horns tattooed on his torso. He swaggered into the room, after rubbing his liquor covered fingers around and in my torn hole, Santos stood up and greeted him as the third guy mounted me and started fucking. On my hands and knees I now got a good look at the second homeboy who had fucked me. He was very skinny and sick looking and I hoped he was full blown as the thought of being that nasty and dirty was hot as hell! He saw me staring at him and lifted his pant legs to show the large purple patches on his legs – shit! He was! I smiled, he smiled back and went back to stroking his dick while his friend unloaded in me. Santos continued speaking with the new guy as the first guy loaded my ass again then left. When the second guy got behind me, I reached back with my right hand and rubbed his calf’s stains of disease, fantasizing about how infected he was. His second load came quickly too and I was disappointed as none of them were fucking very long and I wanted more. He was soon followed by the third guy so it was just me, Santos, and the new guy with the bull tattoo. Santos called me over, “This is Oscar. He is a total culero, or someone who fucks the ass, and his dick is scarred and nasty from all the shit he’s got and he can’t wait to breed you. But he really only likes women, and does not want to be touched, so I’m going to tie your t-shirt around your face and use my belt to tie your hands back over your head to this pipe in the wall. OK Little Papi?” I took several big swigs from the Guaro bottle, Santos scooted the mattress closer to the wall, I got on my hands and knees then laid forward so my ass was out and up and my arms were stretched out in front of me as Santos covered my face and tied my hands to the pipe. Once I was in position, I felt the burning of the liquor and the needle sharpness of the toothbrush once again prepping my hole to be bred. I held my breath as I heard Oscar get undressed. I could not see anything and flinched a little when he first touched my ass. He jammed two, thick and rough fingers into my hole, worked them around a bit then pulled them out. I guess testing the waters and he must have been satisfied as he then put one hand on my lower back as he eased himself down and positioned his dick at my hole. NO FUCKING WAY! His dick felt twice as big as Santos’. Oscar spread my legs a little with his, positioned his dick head again, grabbed two handfuls of flesh and slam fucked me. I could not even whimper or cry out as it took my breath away feeling my hole rip like that and the hot blood come out of my hole. His dick was not as long as Santos’, but was much much thicker, so I felt it bad as he would pull all the way back out and slam back into my hole. He thrust several times, pulled out, stuck his fingers back in my hole and worked them around then slammed them back in. Oscar kept repeating that until it felt like my hole had no stretch left, and then he seemed satisfied as the next time he slammed in he went balls deep and started working his dick around, making me feel every raw, infected inch. No one had ever fucked me like that before and I loved it! I started to beg for him to fuck me harder until he slapped my head and I shut up and just let him use me as he wanted. My legs were cramping and my arms and shoulders hurt, but Oscar kept fucking and after about 20 minutes of long dicking me he squeezed my ass hard as his dick started to shoot a hot, steady stream up my ass. I could feel it! Holy shit, that was wild. He cummed a ton and when he yanked out a big stream of cum, ass juice, and blood ran down my left leg. I was breathing hard as he and Santos shared a few words and he left. In my daze I did not hear or realize what was coming next and felt the toothbrush again before Santos slide his huge donkey dick up my shredded ass. “Oh Little Papi! Oscar made you bleed good for me. Did you feel his infected cum? Did you feel the Goat’s cum and my other homeboys? Hmm….Did you like sucking his nasty dick? Even the $2 whores in the Mercado will not touch his dick, but you did Papi, you took it all. Fuck I loved that! I loved watching you chase those infected dicks, taking that nasty cum, being a nasty cum slut for their AIDs and shit!! You want my AIDs Little Papi? Want your bloody hole bred? Oh here it comes, here comes that nutt for my Papi, you my Papi, yes you my Papi, OHHH……PUTA!!!” Santos unloaded his charged cum inside me, mixing his load with the others I had just taken and collapsed onto my back. Once he got his breath back he gently slid out of my bruised hole, rubbed my ass, bent down and kissed each cheek, then grabbed the toothbrush and stuck it back it my hole. “You ready to infect my homeboys who work for me? They’re not wifeys so they don’t get fucked, but they are chasing the bug too. I’ve told them you are as well and it turns them the fuck on like it does me. They all want your nasty slut hole, so let’s get it ready and I’ll get them ready too.” My hole was prepped and I stayed in position tied to the pipe with cum and blood running out of my ass as Santos spoke to his enforcers. As he was speaking to them three others showed up, exchanged words, Santos came back and said, “My homies here will keep playing ok Little Papi. I need to go take care of something. They will take you back to your room if I am not back by the time they are done. Be good you little cum slut, enjoy their leche.” The remaining enforcers soon joined me and one by one they fucked and bred my bloody and cum filled ass. I was a total bug chaser and wanted them to be as well. I don’t think they understood me, but I kept begging them to fuck my AIDs filled ass. After they had all fucked me, I guess they were concerned that Santos was not back, so they untied me and escorted me back to El Capo’s floor of rooms. We could hear some loud noises coming from somewhere in the prison and so they immediately left. I checked on El Capo and he was still out, so I sat at the table and waited. The noises got louder, it sounded like fighting, but all I could see from the window were the tin covered roofs. After a while Miguel showed up, out of breath and excited as he stammered, “There’s a riot, MS-13 and Control Machet got into it, the guard’s won’t get involved, the other bosses called for Santos and his enforcers. I think he’s hurt,” and then he ran back out. I ran down the stairs to the main door on the first floor. No one was around at all and the door was open. I guess it was all hands on deck. Then it hit me, I could leave. I was sure that with all the distractions going on I could find my way out somehow. Suddenly I thought, shit, what if Santos was hurt bad? I started pacing in worry, the fun of taking all the raw dick and AIDs cum long forgotten as were my thoughts of leaving as Santos filled my mind. My brooding was interrupted as Miguel came running in, “He’s back. He’s hurt, oh fuck, he’s cut, and like, oh shit.” My Eagle Scout training kicked in, “Is there a medical kit here, I need something to use for bandages, get some brandy too or something and needle and thread, wait leave me your belt!” Miguel ran back out and it was not long before I heard voices coming nearer. I cautiously walked back up the stairs and sat down on the steps leading to the third floor and El Capo, who was still out cold. Then I saw him, Santos was coming up the stairs to the second floor, his face cut and bloody as he spoke to some of his enforcers he was held his left arm like he was in bad pain. I sat on the stairs waiting for him to notice me, and he did. God, the look of pain in his eyes, his face did not show it, but his eyes did and it killed me. I knew right then I loved him as it wrenched my heart to see him in pain. Santos slowly took the stairs and I stood up to meet him. I put my arm around him and helped him upstairs and to the table outside of El Capo’s room. Santos grunted in pain as he sat in the chair and I swore, wondering where the fuck Miguel was. “You could have left,” Santos said. I did not really hear him as I tried to dab the blood away from the gash in his forehead. “Why didn’t you leave, why Little Papi?” Santos asked, grabbing my wrist and making me face him, his piercing eyes now flooded with pain, yet still, there was something more there in his eyes and in his voice. What do I say? Stay tuned for Chapter 4 – My Bug Chasing Life – No it’s not a Pixar Movie