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Part 43 　 As we were coming down from our orgasms, I glanced over towards Hank. He was just groaning out his release of his toxic cum into the boyfriend of the guy who had just fucked me and I was pretty certain that new guy was going to join the poz club soon. His gaping hole was visible from where I lay and was dripping poz cum and Randy, the stripper was just walking up and had a huge hard on and his mammoth cock was ready to inject another load into that previously neg hole. As Randy got ready to ram his cock into the guy, he all at once, held up, and drove his fingers in first. He just rammed them hard and almost destroyed the poor guys hole while dragging his nails on the way out. He did this several times and I could see blood starting to flow and the guy was almost in tears. Then Randy rammed his mammoth cock in deep in one hard thrust, telling the guy, you are definitely going home with HIV tonight now. He then started to just plainly assault the guys hole, which had to tear it even more. The poor guy was whimpering but seemed to be getting almost as much pleasure out of it as pain. He was gasping for breath, also. I was so intent on watching that hole destruction, I didn't notice that Hank had crawled up between my, still wide open legs, and then all at once he stuck his cock into my dripping hole deep. I almost jumped clear off of the couch I was on. He clamped his lips to mine and his tongue invaded my mouth as he started to stroke his cock in and out of my hole. I was totally into it almost immediately and was pushing my ass back onto him on every in thrust, trying to get him deeper and deeper into me. Since Hank had cum already a couple of times that evening, I knew I was in for a long session of my hole being used. We pushed and pulled and caressed each other, over and over again. We almost broke the couch down as it was creaing under us from the pounding. Almost an hour went by before I could feel Hank's cock start to grow and get even harder and I knew he was almost ready to cum. My own cock was twitching and tickling me and I knew I was close also. Another couple of minutes later and I was yelling, I am cumming and my cock spurted and Hank told me my ass was squeezing his cock and he was going to explode and then did, erupting deep inside me and spilling me with his highly toxic cum. OMG, another load of HIV in me, I had now lost count, but wow what magnificent sex. I glanced at the clock and it was almost midnight now.

Part 3. After the fuck of my life, John dragged me to the walk-in shower. "Double shower heads. Nice," I said, then later feeling immature for showing how impressed I feel. I walked in the shower and got under the hot water as John dimmed the lights and turned on music that belonged on a sex playlist. He slid in behind me, pushed my chest against the cold, gray tile, and pressed his pecs and long cock against my backside. I moaned softly. Had I ever moaned before? What was happening. The hot water, the steam, and a muscle daddy caressing my body and kissing every inch of me. I was rock hard in a minute. After a deep kiss, John was fully hard again, and he forced me on my back on the tile bench in the middle of the shower. He grabbed a bottle of lube, coated my ass and his cock, and slowly slid in. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," I moaned, as he slid in. His cock stretching open my now very sore and puffy ass. I focused on his pecs, the shadow of his face, and the warm water, and the pain eased away. Within minutes, I was getting close. I wanted his load this time, I didn't want him to pull out. So I took some initiative. "I want your cum inside me. Please breed me, daddy" I whimpered. He was silent, but I saw a smile start to creep in on the left side of his face, as water poured down his body fro the shower. He kept thrusting into me, tearing me open. It was painful but the pleasure outweighed the pain by far. He grabbed my cock and started tugging, and 30 seconds later I shot all over my chest while he just kept slamming in and out of my battered ass. I kept hoping he shoot, I kept begging, "breed me daddy. Own my ass." A minute later, he pulled out and shoved his cock down my throat and unloaded another massive load of cum, this time filling my throat and mouth. I still wanted his cum in my ass. He dragged me to bed, wrapped his arms around me, pulled me tight to his chest, and we drifted off to sleep. 2:07 AM -- that's what the clock said. I was exhausted. And a little confused. ---- 6:32 AM -- I squinted at the clock. I heard rain on the roof. I rolled off, John was lightly sleeping. At some point during the night, he'd gotten up and put on a white tee shirt. He was snoring ever so softly. I slid in close to him, pressed my face against his pecs and wrapped my hand around his cock. I drifted back to sleep. 8:07 AM -- the shower was running. John was awake. I didn't want to get up yet. I heard him the sound of an electric razor a few minutes after the shower cut off. I thought I'd keep sleeping, or at least see what he would do next. A few minutes later, I heard John back in the bedroom. He slowly pulled the covers off of me as I pretended to sleep, face down. John crawled between me, and pushed his tongue into my ass, rimming me gently and teasing my hole. I was incredibly sore from the night before, but his tongue made my hole twitch with excitement. In one thrust, he pushed his entire cock all the way inside of me. "Fuck!" I shouted. "I knew you were awake, beautiful boy," John replied. He slowly eased my ass open after that, and fucked me for a solid 10 minutes. He then flipped me over, and I could taste my ass on his tongue as he kissed me deeply. Apparently John likes morning sex. I could tell, he was getting close, and quickly. I was going to get his cum inside me. I needed it. I needed to have a piece of this man in my DNA. "Daddy?" I said. "Yes boy," John replied. "I really want your cum inside me," I said. "Oh yea? You want me to breed your boy hole?" John replied. "Fuck yea, breed me, please. Please breed me. Own my ass," I said. "I can't," John replied. Then started violently pounding my ass again. He was about to cum, I knew it. "What, why?" I questioned him. He pulled out, took three tugs on his cock, then shot all over me. "Because I'm poz." Partially in shock, partially turned on, I started shooting a volcano of cum out of my cock. John looked surprised, but dived down and slurped up the second half of my load. He was HIV positive, and I had begged him for his load. More than once, but he kept pulling out. And yet somehow, I still really wanted to feel his cum leaking out of me....

Part 9; - Now listen up pig; I started an IM group sometime ago for unmedicated poz tops, and versatile Men for guys in our City, and neighbouring Counties. Whenever a neg twink presents himself wanting to be pozzed, we alert the group for a pozzing parTy, for which I have just done for you, boy! There are 97 highly charged Men currently in the group, so, expect to be loaded real good tonight! I looked up at this AIDS stud, and I simply rocked my hips, panted, and groaned with a deep intensity in my soul! - Pete is upstairs on my computer, logged into his various profiles, searching out more unmedicated poz tops for your pozzing parTy boy, and maybe the odd bug chasing twink too if he finds any ... Now, the first person to infecT you, is your Master for life. And I am not happy with it being Pete. You are my cunT, and you know it, don't you boy? - Oh FUCK ... YES I do Master! - His toxic cum inside your cunT will take at least a few days to do it's job. Which is why, I am right now going to give you are first blood-slam boy, which will have an immediate effect, and CONTROL will pass directly over to me. You will no longer be allowed to call Pete Master, and may only address him as 'Sir'. I will then OWN you, and you will always call me Master. I will be the one that actually infecTed you! By now I was rubbing my neg Dick, and playing with my gaping neg cunT flaps, and heavily panting. The entire time he had been talking he had been milking his perineum, which now had a decent amount of Gonnorhoea pus oozing out. - I want you to open your mouth, and I am going to smear this over your lips. You must not lick it off, and may only close your mouth when I say. Now OPEN! I did as I was told, and he knelt by my head, and smeared his toxic pus over my lips as he had just promised. I gazed deep into his eyes through his executioners hood. He then got up, put a tourniquet on my arm, then a pillow underneath, and went and sat against a wall, a drew his own blood. He walked back over, knelt by me. It really was time! He placed the needle by my arm. - You may close your mouth now boy. Now make a Fist, and keep very still. Sharp scratch coming up ... The needle was in! He looked deep into my eyes, and bored right through to my soul. He looked extremely serious. I was still panting, and now smiling at him. - Now boy, I want you to look at the syringe, and I want you to watch me pushing it in! We both focused ... He slowly pushed ... Slowly his toxic DNA entered my vein. My cunT began to frantically grip the dildo that was still shoved right inside of hungry cunT. He pushed in the last bit, out came the needle, and he pressed on my puncture site. He ripped off his executioners hood, and gave me a dark sinister stare. He then growled; - You are now MINE ~ You will now serve me, and ONLY me! - YES my Master ~ I now completely submit to your Commands & Desires, and will forever OBEY you! - Good boy. - GET on all 4's pig, and again parallel to the mirrored wall - YES my Master - Well look at my Greedy nasTy pig, swallowing the entire Dildo He went to the other side of the room ...

Part 2. "Face down, ass up." John didn't say much when we got to his townhouse on the east side of town. I'd never gone home with a stranger, and as he led me to his bedroom, I tried to take in as much as I could. White linen furniture, industrial high ceilings, and brushed copper accents all over a large townhouse that had a new paint smell. "Strip." He watched me as I nervously took my clothes off. Fuck, why does this belt always get stuck. Impatiently, John pushed me on the bed, ripped my pants off, and spread my legs, launching his tongue deep into my ass. Fuck that feels good, I thought. Thank god I prepared for this. From kissing John earlier, I knew his tongue was longer than most. It's what I first recognized. I could almost feel his tongue diving down my throat. And now his tongue was deeper in my ass than any tongue had ever been. Hell, it felt deeper than some of the pencil dick college boys I've messed around with. Slowly swirling around the outside of my ass, then plunging in as deep as he could go. I buried my head in the egyptian pillow in front of me, grabbed on to the soft tufted headboard, and enjoyed the cool breeze from the fan above as his tongue invaded my very tight hole. I felt like I might cum. I reached around to grab my cock, and he swatted my hand away. "You can touch your cock once I'm inside you. Not until then," he commanded. John flipped me over on my back, took off my shirt, then took off his clothes. I felt my ass muscles contract from the cool air as my eyes locked on those massive, plump pecs, lightly covered with a thin layer of dark hair -- that designer chest hair you see in magazines, where it all lays perfectly in the right direction. Looking up at this muscle daddy on top of me, I knew then and there, I'd give him anything he wanted. "You're so beautiful", John said to me, as he slowly kissed my face, my neck, and nibbled ever so slightly on my ears, while I wrapped my arms and legs around his dominating back and tout waist. His long, thick cock gently teasing my hole. I'd never had a bare cock in my ass. And I got nervous as I felt his mushroom head starting to invade my hole. "I'll put on a condom later, but baby I've gotta feel that velvet smooth ass of yours first," he whispered in my ear, causing me to flinch when he gently rubbed his stubble against the sensitive part of my ear. We locked eyes, and inch by inch, John slowly slid his 9" cock into me. I winced in pain a few times, and he slowly leaned down and tugged on my nipples with his teeth and wet mouth. His cock was big -- bigger than I'd ever taken -- and thick. I knew tomorrow, I'd be sore. I finally felt his meaty balls and the bristly hair around his cock press flush against my very full ass. He kissed me, and gently started thrusting in an out. "Feel good?" he asked. "Yes." I reponded. "Yes, what?" He commanded. "Yes, sir," I said. "Call me daddy," John said, giving me a sexy half smile and quickly pulling his cock out to the tip and thrusting it all the way in. "Fuck, daddy," I winced in pain, but it quickly turned to pleasure. John fucked me like I'd never been fucked before. Why did it feel so good? Was it because I'd never had a raw cock in my ass? or was it because of him? I knew later this would be on my mind, among other things. Hard and fast, John mounted me on my stomach, not letting me touch myself. He then pulled me on my knees so that his chest was pressed against the middle of my back. The arch of his cock rubbing right against prostate. He held my stomach, kissed my ear, and in a slow rhythm, my ass fully accepted his cock as a welcome visitor. "You want to cum? You've got to work for it," John said as he spun me around and pulled me onto his lap. Up until this point, I'd forgotten all about a condom. Then I panicked a little. "Should you put on a condom?" I nervously asked. "Do you want me to?" John replied. I paused, I looked down at that beautiful long cock. I slowly moved my eyes up to his pecs, and that stubbly face, and his bald head, and then his deep blue eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slowly got on top of him, and slid down his bare cock all the way to the base. "Good boy," John said. I rode him for a few minutes. I was getting close, and I hadn't even touched myself. I was getting close to losing control, when John reached down, grabbed my cock, and jerk it violently. "Cum for me baby boy," John said. I coated his chest in cum, splattering semen all of his pics and chin. "Lick it up," John said. I did -- slowly slurping up the quickly cooling cum from his chest -- and then his chin. Before I could swallow, John kissed me, and his stretched tongue once again invaded my mouth and throat, like he was trying to steal the cum away from me. I felt his cock pulse inside my slightly sore ass, but I wasn't sure if he had cum. John flipped me on my back, grabbed my ankles, and slammed his cock into me. He was no longer fucking me, he was pounding my ass. Relentlessly. Quickly. Owning my hole. The soreness I felt was quickly fleeting, and within 30 seconds, my cock was rock hard again. "You want my cum?" John asked. "Fuck yea, daddy." I said. "Where?" John asked. I didn't know what to say. I'd never had a bare cock, let alone cum in my ass. Did he want to cum inside me? Where else would he want to? Would it be safe? Could a man this beautiful have any wrong intentions? "Tell me you want daddy to breed that boy hole," John said, before I could respond to his first question. I tossed inhibitions to the wind. "Fuck yea, breed my daddy. I want that load deep in my ass." John flashed that sexy grin, then a few second later, I saw his sweaty pecs tense up, and I knew he was about to cum, I was about to get my first load in my ass. But right before he shot, John abruptly pulled out of my ass and sprayed cum, and I mean a lot of fucking cum, all over my chest. Some of it even hit my face and my nose. Fuck, that was hot. Fuck, I wanted that inside me. Fuck, why did he pull out? I was too scared to ask.

I'm Parker -- 21, 5' 10, 165 lbs. of pretty lean muscle. There's nothing big about me, but my pecs are pretty defined, my abs are toned, and I pretty much stay smooth from my years on the high school swim team. I've got short cropped brown hair, and one of those faces that will stay boyish for at least 20 years, but my jaw is defined enough to give me a manly look. So I'm told. It's my third year and college -- in a small southern town -- and I came out my freshman year after getting drunk off cranberry vodkas and bud lights and jerking off with my roommate, Ben, who turned out to be a total bottom slut, despite his 9" cock. My friends all mess around, and cheat on each other, and fuck each other, but is it really cheating if everyone is ok with it? We tend to get drunk, have sex, then never talk about it until it happens again a few weeks later. There's a group of about 7 of us, and I've both fucked, and been fucked, by all of them. But up until this point in my life, I didn't really know what good sex was. Cute college guys flopping around in bed, awkwardly getting each other off, and trying to figure out sex. But all that was about to change. It was Ben's birthday, and we were headed out to the gay bars in downtown. The typical Flex bar, filled with college guys, the makeup queens, a few muscle guys, and the old daddies. Ya know, the kinda bar where you know everyone but you keep going back, hoping to meet someone new. That night, I did. When we walked in, Ben was already sloppy drunk, and looking desperate. His pale skin and blonde hair didn't really make him that cute, and he rarely hit the gym, but there was something about him that people are attracted to. And his ass is amazing. "It's my birthday, and I HAVE to get fucked," Ben said. "If I don't find someone to go home with, will you fuck me tonight?" "Sure," I said. Hoping, and praying, it wouldn't come to that. A few drinks later, I gazed around the musky bar, not seeing anyone interesting, and giving up for the night. I hit the dance floor with the boys, feeling oddly sleepy, and desperately horny, trying to blend in. Glancing over at the cages, my eyes caught the attention of a man who would change my life, though I didn't know it at the time. He was 5'11", olive skin, buzzed head, square jaw, and loaded head to toe with muscle. The rock solid arms, the big, round shoulders, and the -- what I like to call -- "fuck me pecs." You know, the perfectly round chest that you want to feel and squeeze with your legs raised in the air with a hard cock tearing your ass apart. Yep, he had those pecs, tightly squeezing through his gray crew neck t-shirt and tight bleached jeans. I could see the outline of what looked like a pretty sizable cock bulging through his crotch. I knew I wanted that. I tried not to stare. "Parker, are you ok? Why aren't you dancing?" Ben asked. "Oh, umm, sorry - do you know who that guy is over there?" I asked. "No. But he's at least 45. Why would you even be interested," Ben responded, with a bitchy tone. And that's where I'm different from the rest of the crew. They're all focused on 20-somethings, while I'm always drawn to the daddies. No, the muscle daddies. Maybe it's because of a bad relationship with my actual dad, who knows. But I know that's what turns me on. I tried not to stare at the mystery muscle man, but I kept catching his eyes. He looked at me with a sly, southern grin. But not for too long, just long enough to make me know he was interested, but not desperate. Getting lost in the music, I turned around a few minutes later, and had to pee. I walked in the bathroom and saw Eric, from the soccer team, fucking Ben at the urinal. Ben was begging for it like a bitch in heat. I felt relieved. I wouldn't have to fuck him tonight, and after seeing the mystery muscle man, I didn't want to. I made my way to the bar, sat down, and ordered a vodka tonic. I was over it and ready to go home. The bartender, Monty, flirted with me a little. He's a cute Mexican who fucked me a few years ago when I first started coming to Flex. I thought for a few minutes about trying to take him home again. But right as I was about to order another drink, I suddenly felt a warm, scratchy stubble tickling my ear. "We're leaving, I want to be inside you." I turned, and in almost shock, I saw the muscle mystery guy, grabbing me by my arm, pulling me against the wall of the bar, and kissing me deeply. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. I dropped a $20 on the bar and left with him. Turns out, his name is John.

I grew up in a town of 500 people and my father was the town minister and when I turned 18 we moved we moved to a large town as he was given a bigger ministry also this ministry had a college where I could get a free education. I just finished high school in May and we moved right in and was told about the dress code, that all males had to wear black pants with white shirts and a tie, all females wore a dress and blouse the same colors as the boys. The school gave us our orientation rules of conduct of what we can not do. NO SEX of ANY KIND NO ALCOHOL NO DRUGS NO COFFEE NO SODAS NO CURSING of ANY KIND IF YOU ARE WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX YOU MUST BE CHAPERONE Then we were told which part of the city we can go to and what parts we could not go to. One of the places we were told to never go by was is this warehouse that I can see from my bedroom. Since I was little I was always in bed by 10 pm as only the bad people are out after 10 PM I see men going to this warehouse. I take a pair of my father binoculars and watch what is going and I see this one older male dragging this boy about my age as he looks drug up. I notice my dick is rock hard and I wonder what is really going on down there, so I climb down the back staircase of this house and go over to the building. I'm on the side of the building and I hear them talking real loud and they are saying things that I have never before in my life. I hear the following things being said. Do you want this load? YES Do you want to be my son? YES Hold out your arm as I'm going to slam you. Then it is quite till I hear some moaning. Then someone says to take it you faggot bitch, Then I want your load in me deep. That is your first POZ load. So who is next and this goes on for all the time I was there and my dick is dripping from this, I'm scared and have to get back to bed before my father finds out I was over at this place that as I know this is one place that is on the list we are NEVER to go near. The first week in June the weather is always great as I sit on a bench at the school campus eating lunch as this gentleman and ask if he can sit next to me, as he does I do see he is not one of us but an outsider with his long hair, blue jeans that are very tight and low hanging. He asks me what I was doing last night and I said I was in bed at 10 PM and he laughs and said BULL SHIT as you were hanging outside the building and pulls out some pictures from the video cameras they have outside there place. You are not the first one to be interested in what is going nor will you be the last one as we catch you boys spying on us as this school is a gold mine for us, they tell you to avoid us and yet you want to hear then see what goes on inside, well we caught you and either you come by in a week or these pictures will go to your father and the school. I have no idea what to do as my parents and I are going out of the country on missionary work and they will be gone for 2 months. I find out the school also will be having a summer school schedule and I tell my parents I should be doing that and my father agrees as I need to get up to speed on the work here. I say to my self this will buy me some time to figure out what to do. My parents are leaving tomorrow as this is the last day I have to decide what I'm going to do. I really can't hide this from my father so I head over the warehouse early Saturday morning and knock on the door and this big biker dude opens the door and says kid you are early and we have been expecting you or we were going to hand your pictures your father the pictures before he got on the plane. If they had done that my father would come home and killed me. In the place, it is very open with some rooms all around and it has a second floor, the biker dude is doing some cleanup and yells for the boy who is helping him to come out. He is only wearing a small jock strap with a bug-eyed look on his face. Biker dude tells me he is glad I showed up as I will have a lot of fun here as at that school is really boring and here you will learn about what you were meant to be, I ask what am I going to be and he just lick his lips. He wants to know how tall I am weight and dick size also, I say 5ft.7 inch WT. 110 as he hands me a ruler to measure my dick as its soft he comes over and grabs me and starts to stroke my dick, I start to protest and he slaps me and says you will never repulse an advance from us again as right now you are just a worthless piece of fuck meat as he starts to rip off my clothes and forces me to drink this horrible liquid. The boy in the jock strap comes over and helps holds me down and is smiling at me with a sinister look in his eye. Biker dude is putting his finger in my ass hole and seems to be very happy as he tells the boy I have never been penetrated before but that won't last long he says. Whatever way in the liquid is having its effect on me as my mind is spinning. The boy puts a leather harness on me and strokes my dick as my will to resist is gone and anyway, it feels very good as he starts to kiss me, the biker dude grabs the boy and says he is not for you until after we get to finish with him.

I was out of town on business - so, of course, I hit the baths. It's mid-week so the place was not exactly packed. I size up the scene and find this hot bear to fuck. We head back to my "deluxe" room and get busy with the door open. (Believe me: It pays to advertise) So, I'm plowing the bears hole when a couple of guys stop to take in the scene. Both very doable guys in their late 40's. I wave them in, pull out of the bears hole and signal the clean shaven one of to take a turn. He quickly slides right in and takes over the fuck. I hit my knees, head down-ass up, along-side the bear and offer my hole to the bearded guy. He slides in easily (pays to be pre-lubed) and gets his fuck on. After a few minutes, the two trade holes. Oh yeah! The pig factor just rose big time. Soon. Others gather at the door... and its on. The dude fucking me blows his load deep inside me. He pulls out (too damn quickly) only to be replaced by one of the guys at the door. The bearded dude fucking the bear breeds him and leaves. (Yeah, I was jealous...I dig beards) The guy fucking me (muscle ginger) pulls out and moves over to the bear. Instantly, another cock takes his place at my hole. (I never sae his face) Apparently, he had been priming his cock while he waited because in just a couple of minutes, he blew load number two in me. He leaves. The muscle ginger fucking the bear moves back over to me.."Fuck! I love a cummy hole!" He growls as he takes over the fuck. Another dude starts fucking the bear. The ginger fucking me and guy fucking the bear both cum. Thet actually give each other a high-five before they leave...only to be replaced my two more cocks. They trade back and forth several times between us. This is pig heaven. There is a fuck-frenzy going down and i am getting cock after cock, and load after load. That unmistakable sound of cocks fucking cum-sloppy holes echoed out into the corridor...providing a siren call to all cummers. IT WAS OFF THE CHAIN! OFF. THE. CHAIN! Some of the guys that had been there before cam back for more. (Including a load in me from the hot bearded dude!) I literally lost track of how many men, cocks, and loads I got. But in time, the frenzy subsided until it was just the bear and me, wallowing in the piggy cumjoy. I reached down and ran my fingers around my hole to find some sweet distension... my hole made into a man-pussy. After awhile, it was off to the shower. I did a final tour around the place...and marvelled at how I had likely been fucked by most every guy in the place. It's good to be a shameless bareback fuckpig. Oink!!!

Part 8; Whilst my second in line Master, Jim, ate out my cunT, my primary Master who was in current ownership of me by knocking me up at the sauna showers, fucked his syphilis Dick to the back of my throat. I have a very good gag reflex, which was just as well, as he kept holding my head tight in place to the base of his Dick, causing me to gag, choke and splutter. Master Jim got up and went to one of his magic boxes of tricks, bringing me back an inflatable dildo to play with whilst both of my Masters were gone. Yes, they went and left me, again! He blew the dildo up slightly, and rammed it up my hungry neg cunt. Well, I suppose it kinda was still, at the moment. - That's for you, boy, to keep you occupied whilst we're gone for a short while - Thank you Master - Come on Pete. Some things for you and I to sort out upstairs. They were both very dominant in their own right, however, it was Jim who was the real Alpha between the two of them, and I secretly yearned for him to be my primary Master. How could that change? Would it change. The lights were switched, plunging me back into total darkness, they climbed the stairs, and once again I heard the basement door close. After a few minutes the House Music abruptly stopped. Darkness and silence! I lay on my back, and began fucking my cunt with the dildo, and I just wasn't able to get enough of what I needed, thus, I kept blowing it up bigger, fucking myself, blowing it up bigger, fucking myself, blowing it up bigger, fucking myself, until it seemed it would not blow up any further. At FULL size I was now continually ramming it in as hard as I could, and as far as it would go. I heard the sound system kick in once again. This time played in the sounds of demonic whispers, which made my entire body tingle. With Jim in mind I started screaming ... - FUUUUCK me MASTER ... Fucking FUUUUUCK me ... Oh fuck, I NEED your DEMON Dick inside my cunt NOW ... PLEASE fucking FUCK me, and take full ownership of your nasTy cunT FAGGOT ... FUUUUUUCKING just F-U-CCC-K me!!! Using both hands I now used all the force within me to push the inflatable dildo up my neg(ish) cunt, and then I felt a weird sensation. I began to feel around my cunt lips, and I was wide open, but couldn't feel the dildo. I could only locate it when my fingers were at least 1" inside. My body then just entirely relaxed, arms flopping by my sides as the sounds of demonic whispers washed over me. I was panting, and I could feel my cunT repeatedly grip onto the dildo that was buried deep inside of me. I was now in a constant state of feeling like I was about to cum. I heard the basement door open, and one set of footsteps. The red lights flicked on. It was Master Jim. He walked over, and stood over me, a foot by each shoulder ...

The Intern Part 6 “Let me get a quick shot of the rig,” Devin asked as he walked around the side of the bed, pulling the long cord across the room. “Here, take the camera real quick.” He handed it off to Montgomery and returned to the computer.” “How much is the faggot about to get?” “.4” he said he as grabbed the boy’s hair once more, getting a close up of his face. A face lost in the hunger the drugs put him in. “Fuck dude, that’s twisted. This his first time?” Devin asked. “Don’t know, don’t care,” Montgomery said as he looked at the boy’s face, letting his fingers roam into Nathan’s mouth as the boy eagerly began sucking on them. Devin quickly typed into the chat room. “You ready to get slammed? You ready to be turned into nothing but a faggot for me and my friend to use?” He asked. He playfully slapped the boy, getting his attention. Not really knowing what was happening, the kid replied: “Yes, Sir” Montgomery turned the camera onto himself, “This faggot is about to get fucked up. If you all are lucky, we’ll share is used cunt with as much of DC as possible.” “Grab your phone too. You can record both at the same time, right?” “This ain’t my first rodeo, stud.” Devin replied. He quickly got up and ran into the living room, returned with phone in hand, ready to go. He took a seat next to Montgomery against the headboard, cameras in hand. “Hey faggot, I need you to look up. This is my friend Devin. Smile for the cameras and say hi, faggot,” Montgomery grabbed the kid by the chin and turned his head slightly to face the cameras. “Hello, Sir,” Nathan said. “Oh fuck, this kid knows how to get my cock leaking,” Devin said as he spit onto the boy’s face. The kid licked what spit he could reach. “Keep your eyes up there, boy. Stretch out your arm all the way,” Montgomery reached and grabbed the tourniquet and placed the velcro strap around the kid’s right arm. “You’ve got some great veins, boy. You ready to have your life changed forever?” “Yes, Sir.” Eyes still facing Devin. Devin scooted over just a bit, enough to get both Nathan’s face and arm in the same frame. “Make a fucking fist. Now.” Nathan obliged and barely registered the cool swab of the alcohol brush across his skin. Montgomery grabbed both points and found the one with the black Sharpie mark. “Listen boy. Keep your eyes on Devin but listen to me. I need you to be very still. Don’t you fucking move or else you’ll be in for a world of hurt,” Part of the comment registered, and was evident in Nathan’s voice as he quakily said, “Yes, Sir.” “Good boy, now be still,” He looked over at Devin. “You getting this?” “Fuck yeah boss, let’s get this faggot spun.” Montgomery lifted the rig once more to the cameras, gave it a two quick thumps, removed the orange cap and gently pushed the last air bubble out of the rig. He found the bevel, turned it up. With the other hand, he grabbed the kid’s arm and easily slid the rig into hiss plump vein. He let go of the kids arm and pulled back on the plunger and registered the crimson flash. “Here we go,” Devin said off camera to those observing the corruption via webcam. In one smooth push, Montgomery emptied the rig into the boy, quickly removed the spent rig and leaned over the lick the single droplet of blood that seeped from the microscopic hole. “Keeping looking at the camera, faggot. Your fans want to see this.” Montgomery quickly reached over and pulled the velcro strap off the boy’s bulging bicep. What Montgomery, Devin and the room of about 90 onlookers saw was the beginnings of a cum-slut in the making. Nathan’s eyes bulged, and he inhaled quickly, not sure what was happening. As quickly as he inhaled, the coughed. The five strong coughs shook the bed. Devin went and placed the webcam on the bedside table, saying, “Enjoy the show, pigs.” Montgomery rubbed his hands over Nathan’s back, down to his ass and hooked his finger into the warm hole and pulled him forward as the kid moaned. “You feel that pig, that is your true nature being unleased. Enjoy the rush, we are about to change your life.” Montgomery hoisted the kid up from his armpits and dropped him on his back next to him. He watched the kid moan and writhe, frantically grabbing for his cock, nips, ass, neck and face all at once. Nathan’s world had suddenly become bright white, like he had stared into the sun. Everything was blurry as heat radiated through every part of his body. He knew there were people in the room, but he couldn’t think straight. Nothing made sense other than a sexual craving had risen deep inside his body that he needed to satiate. His hands pawed at every inch of flesh he could reach. He was lifted and thrown, he opened his eyes but everything was still blurry. He closed them again and tried his best to release the animal that was howling to get out. One hand jacked his cock while the other searched for the howling. Was he the only one that could hear it? His fingers reached down and grabbed his balls, then down he rubbed his taint. Then something deep within him nudged him in the right direction. While one hand jacked his rigid cock, the other reached down, through is legs and began feeling for his hole. His animal instincts kicked in and he knew he found the source of the primal howl, he needed to feed it, set it free…he didn’t know what, but his finger, first one, then two seemed to be both keeping it at bay and luring it forward. He was beyond fucked up and, deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew this is what he wanted. Montgomery and Devin stood at the side of the bed, watching the boy try to please himself with his fingers. Eyes closed, jacking his surprisingly hard cock, the boy was doing all he could to feel as much pleasure as possible. Devin spit on him once more before reaching for the tourniquet. Montgomery was one step ahead and had a black leather belt tight around his bicep, hugging the right side of his body, keeping it in place. Without saying a word, the two slid the points easily into their veins. No resistance whatsoever. Devin glanced over to see Montgomery register his flash. With both rigs filled with that familiar burst of crimson, they pushed the plungers down, removed the needle, the tourniquets shortly followed. The two top studs were facing the camera, each let out a few short coughs, then an unmistakable growl as they both turned to the boy. Montgomery loved slamming. It was a way to untether the leash that kept so many beasts away. And now, watching his helpless victim do everything but beg to be fucked and used, his toxic monster gave a hefty twitch, as if preparing to give the kid a gift he wanted, even if he didn’t know it yet. Devin knew he was a guest and that the kid’s ass was Montgomery’s prize. He grabbed the kid and flipped him back over on his stomach and crawled back to the center of the headboard to give the tweaked jockboy access to his thick cock. Instinctively, Nathan knew what was expected of him. Arms shaking, he lifted himself up to get his mouth over the uncut head of Devin’s dick. He knew the kid would need some coaxing to get it down his throat and decided to wait on trying to fuck his throat until after Montgomery was deep inside his pussy. With the drugs coursing through his body, Montgomery took his place behind the kid, who was on all fours doing is best to get his mouth around Devin’s dick. With his tina-laced lube in hand, he squeezed a small amount on his cock and then another squirt on the kid’s hole. He quickly added two fingers to hole in front of him, teasing the boy. All he could do was moan. Montgomery thumped his cock against the boy’s hole, lining it up, knowing full well the kid wanted it. With one hand keeping his aim true, and the other hand on Nathan’s left shoulder, he began sliding in. Nathan’s body reacted. His head came off Devin’s cock, his back arched, and a guttural sound escaped his lips. “That’s right baby boy. We are just getting started,” and he thrust the rest of his cock inside as he pulled his shoulders back to make sure he was as deep as possible in this position. Nathan’s vision which began to clear up, and he took in the sight before him. A stranger. A man who he had never seen. Devin, looking down at his soon-to-be prize saw his eyes trying to focus. “Welcome back, slut. You liking that?” Devin asked. Nathan was in sensory overload. Behind him he felt the motions of a dick sliding in and out of him, but he had no idea how he had gotten in this position, and he didn’t care. All he knew was that he loved the feeling. In and out. Getting pulled back, deeper on the cock. He wanted it deeper. He wanted it harder. He wasn’t quite sure how to get the words out, so he let his body take over. As the cock pulled back, he squeezed his pussy ring as tight as possible and tried to move back with it to keep it in. “Ooohh, this slut is squeezing my cock. I think he’s ready.” Montgomery grabbed Nathan’s hips and took control of the fuck. Finger tips digging into the muscled flesh of the boy, Montgomery began to fuck with wild abandon. Long, hard strokes came in quick succession and the kid began to yelp and moan louder than Montgomery liked. “Shut the faggot up.” He said, not missing a stroke. Devin slapped the kid hard across the face, then roughly guided his moaning mouth to his throbbing dick. “One way or another, this is going down that faggot throat of yours. You better learn quick.” Nathan’s mouth was stretched like never before. He wanted all that he was getting, and his body was doing its best to accommodate the onslaught. The drugs in his body made him want what was happening to him like never before. He understood what the stranger mean as his thick monster began prying open his throat. The dick working his ass over caused him to moan on Devin’s dick, which gave the face-fucker a chance to push it down further with each moan. For as much as Nathan wanted this dick deep in his throat, he couldn’t accommodate. Devin felt Nathan’s last barrier, grabbed the kid’s head and simultaneously pushed the faggot down and thrust his hips up in one fast, hard motion, finally breaking the barrier. The pain was minimal for both. Devin felt some teeth scraping, but he was down his throat. Nathan felt no pain but was instantly aware of his airway being cut off. He looked up and Devin was smiling, a hunter looking down at his prey. He felt the pace picking up behind him. Montgomery was enjoying the show, feeling the kid’s struggle and how it made his hole tighten and his ass squirm. He needed to cum. “Keep your dick down his throat until I cum. Make him struggle, it feels good.” Montgomery lowered himself down to Nathan’s ear and whispered, “The faster I cum, the faster you get to breathe.” He lifted himself and straddled the boy and gave him two hard slaps, one to his ass and the other to the side of his head and yelled, “Work your fucking ass you fucking piece of shit! Let me know you deserve my toxic seed!” Nathan couldn’t breathe, but he knew he both wanted the fuck to never end but he also craved air. He began bucking his ass back on the man who had complete control over him. He frantically squeezed his hole, eyes on Devin who continued the throat fuck. The boy began to panic, hands trying to pull himself up and off, but the drugs made him, at this point, unwillingly compliant, to this onslaught. Somewhere off in the distance he heard Montgomery yell as he felt himself being pulled back onto his throbbing cock. “Take my load you fucking faggot," He yelled. "FUUUUCCCKKK YOOUUU!" Nathan felt his insides being coated with volley after volley of cum. Montgomery’s cock slowed down on the assault, but the fucking slowly continued. And just like that Devin yanked the boy’s head off his cock and laughed as the slut gasped for air, while at the same time let his ass was grinding back against the toxic dick that just delivered its poisonous payload. Nathan’s body was a mess of sensory overload. This feeling of giving in was new and he loved it. His body craved more. The panic he just felt now seemed like a distant memory. Devin slapped the kid for good measure to help bring him back to the moment. He pushed him off to the side as Montgomery slowly churned the load into Nathan’s cunt. With his right hand he turned Nathan’s face to the webcam and pushed it down into the mattress as he lay on top of him, slowly rotating his hips, making the boy moan. Montgomery licked the side of Nathan’s neck and nibbled on his earlobe just enough to make it slightly unpleasant. “We are just getting started,” he told the boy. He placed both hands on Nathan’s should and put all of his weight on the boy as he began to fuck the kid in hard strokes. “Tell. Me. You. Fucking. Want. It.” He punctuated each word with a deep jab inside Nathan’s wet hole. “I want it! I want it all! Give it all to me!” “Good boy. Now, smile for the camera. We are just getting started.”

Part 9; - Morning Dad - Morning Son - Sleep well? - Yeah, BUT feeling horny as fuck. Wanna have another fuck with your pup before I leave - He's all yours Son. Fancy one of your Old Man's famous big old English fry ups before you go? - Yes please Dad - Fetch me the 2 Dog bowls will ya when we get up - Sure I got up, and dressed, and I set about making my wonderful Son, and I something I have done for the family since they were knee high, my famous fry up. There was the usual; Waffles, Tomatoes, Bacon, Sausages, Eggs, Black Pudding, Baked Beans, Liver, Onions, and Mushrooms! But, I am not completely heartless, I made enough for pup too. After-all, he will need all the energy he can get. Son walked in with the Dog bowls. - How is the pup? - Still asleep. I crept in. Hoping to Fuck him again having just woken him. His Piss bag is looking pretty full too. We just looked at each other and communicated with our usual Dad-Son telepathy. I made us a pot of Tea, and we sat down for a well earned Hot Brekkie. - BELCH; That was Delicious Dad. Thank you. - Good boy Son. I look forward to the day the pup upstairs has your level of manners I chopped up the pup's food, and put it in his bowl. His water bowl I filled with Tea. - If he doesn't like his Tea with Milk and Sugar, then tough, because that is how he is getting it! Give me a hand taking this upstairs Son - Oh and Dad, his Breakfast looks like it is missing a vital ingredient! - What? - My CUM! So when I am about to cum, put the bowl underneath my Dick, and let me blow my load over his Fry-up - Son, you're a filthy boy; Your old Dad taught you well! He took up the bowls of fry-up dog food, and tea, whilst I got a bucket, and fetched pup's pissed sodden clothes from the porch, that had lay there since yesterday, all crumpled, and smelly, and I followed. - WAKEY WAKEY Pup, today is your BIG day! - Eeeeehh, whhhhaaaa *Grooooan* ... I'm sleepy I got him out of his cage, and got him to stand on the mattress, standing, with paws against the wall. I opened the valve to the catheter bag, and let his piss stream into the bucket with his clothes. My Son didn't undress this time, stayed fully clothed, just pulling his trackies down to his ankles, yanking out the Beagle Puppy tail throwing it to the Mattress, and again, slammed in with no lube - OoowwCH, that hurts, I've just woken up, PLEASE STOP *He started to whimper, and cry* - SHUT up FAGGOT *My Son barked* He power fucked him for several minutes without stopping, the entire time the pup cried and whimpered, and begged him to stop. He then looked at me. - Fuck, I'm gonna Cum Dad, I'm gonna Cum, fuck, quick ... I quickly got pup's breakfast, and my Son pulled out, and stroked his Meat, and he grunted each time he ejaculated all over it. Even though he came, TWICE, lastnight, it was still a considerable healthy load! - OH Fuck Son, that is HOT I mixed his cum into pup's breakfast with a spoon, kissed him on the lips as a sign of my appreciation in adding his own creativity to his old Mans classic Brekkie dish. He pulled his trackies up. Kissed me back on my lips, then left for his day. I got my Leather paddle, and started to flog the disobedient cunt! - You ungrateful Bastard. My Son was kind enough to give you a wake up treat, and all you can do is cry, complain, and sniffle. I will yet TEACH you to be grateful for everything that you are given. Under-Fuckin-Stood? - Sorry Master. I will get used to all of this. I promise. A few more minutes of HARD flogging ensued! I then pulled my trackies down, and like my Son, stuck my Dick in, no lube, fully dressed. I wrapped my arms around him, my hands brushing against the clothes pegs still on his nipples. I slowly ground in my aching toxic fuck-weapon into his still currently neg cunt, and whispered; - So you promise to accept EVERYTHING that Master throws at you and gives to you do you boy? - YES Master - And no more whining or complaining? - No Master I took the clothes pegs off from his nipples, which had been there a good 16 hours or so. The skin had broken, and they were weeping, and very sore as I found out when I went to gently squeeze them. He yelped in pain. Let's put these promises of his to the test then, shall we. I squeezed tighter. He yelped again, with a strained muffle to stop himself from saying 'please stop'. I squeezed tighter again, and started to twist them. This time, no yelp. just pained muffles to hide his excruciating pain, and not complain. His whole body tensed to keep himself quiet, including his cunt, which I felt grip tightly around my nasty poz bare shaft. Fuck YEAH. I squeezed even harder and twisting faster, leaving him no choice but to tense up further still, with his cunt now gripping my AIDS Dick super tightly as it contracted in quick succession. He then just couldn't take it any longer and let out an almighty scream and started crying. This release helped him to loosen a little. - You enjoying yourself boy - Yes Master *He said through his nipple play cries and whimpers* - You still completely ready for Master to infecT you? - Yes Master. I want it. I am ready. Give me your gift for which I will be truly grateful for. - Well, you are gonna have to wait a little while longer, because breakfast is ready!

Part 7; My AIDS God drove his fancy sports car, whilst Uncle Jim and I got in the back-seat. He instructed me to take my trousers and underwear off, slouch down so I wasn't sitting upright, leaving easier access ... He then started fingering my cunt, and feeding me the toxic load that was swimming inside of me. Part way through the journey my phone pinged, and I managed to check the message, which Uncle Jim leaned over and read too. It was from Ben. 'Please don't do this', with a sad face. He looked at me and began to laugh arrogantly, with his face turning from an evil chuckle to a growling rage, which saw his fingering of my cunt intensify aggressively - Hey Pete, your boy is keeping your death-juice nice and warm for ya. - It's a good job these seats are Leather Jim They both laughed. We arrived at Jim's. We pulled in. The garage door shut, and locked. That was it, I had sealed my own fate. BUT, it's what I wanted. And NEEDED. We all got out, and Jim made me sprawl spread eagle over the bonnet. He slammed right into me, no warning, and power fucked me for a few minutes, then stopped. There is no way I am cumming in you, just yet! We went into the main house, and made our way down into the Basement. It was pitch black! Jim flicked a switch and it lit up with a glowing dim red, so, it still had that dark feeling, but you could clearly see. All over the walls were mirrors, and dozens of large pictures of; the bio-hazard sign, demons and monsters, skulls, the word 'poz'. I was at this point only wearing my tee-shirt, and Jim ripped it from me, and threw me onto the rubber covered mattress, and got my AIDS Master Pete, to help strap me down. Our host kept his stash of chems in his Basement Dungeon, and he gave me my second hit of tina for the evening. I couldn't touch myself, which only served to heighten the mad rush. There I was, wriggling, intoxicated, flying beautifully high, and unable to move. My AIDS Daddies then began to write all over my body with marker pen, with things like; cunt, whore, cum, Demon, Dog, AIDS, FAGGOT,99, Piss, Breed ... Then, they both left, turning off the red lights. I heard the door at the top of the stairs shut. I lay there in complete darkness, silence, and unable to move. Even though I physically lay there, I felt my body elevate, and fly around this wonderful dungeon. I then heard a speaker system come on, and hard house was being pumped in, and into my inner solar system. Several minutes later the red lighting came back on upon Jim & Pete's return, both wearing the same attire as each other; German Army Boots, Leather waistcoat & executioner's hood, plus a Cock-Ring. They stood either side of my torso, with one foot facing inwards to my body, and the other towards my head, so their wasted bodies and gaunt faces both towered above me. They never spoke a word. Just stood there drinking their Heineken's, spitting at me, and tugging at their bulging veiny toxic Fuck-Meat, until they finished the two bottles of drink that they each had. - RIGHT, it is my turn now boy to fuck you, and I guess now we would say, re-charge you! I was unstrapped, had a Leather harness put on me, and ordered on all 4's in the middle of the mattress, parallel to the mirrored wall. - What do you want boy? - Your poz cum Uncle Jim - This is MY Dungeon, you call me Master. Understood you nasTy pig? *He bellowed, whilst flogging me with his Leather paddle* This caused me to have an internal orgasm, and and I began to high pitch whimper, and grunt several time ... - Yes Master. I am so sorry Master. He knelt in between my legs, spreading them wide, pushed my cheeks apart, and stuck his tongue up my cunT, proceeding to rim me and eat me out!

Part 1 David was a 27 year old gay male. At 6’2”, 185 pounds of pure muscle, brown hair and been eyes he could easily get any guy to willing follow him into depravity. He was part of a group of guys that held monthly bareback parties where drugs were plenty available and the bottoms would be dripping cum. The group was started by one John Edward Rutherford, a 30 something trust fund baby so had nothing to do but spend money. He purchased a secluded 4bedroom house converting it into a party house. He had added a 12’ wall around the property with a pool and a retractable canvas cover. The group was always on the lookout for new bottoms. Most of the guys they brought in to bottom never really knew what they were getting themselves into when they were taken to a ‘party’. All that new was that they were going to a kick ass party. The group would show each new bottom of several factors and the member who brought the bottom with the highest score would win $500. David was pretty good at bringing a bottom that typically scored very well. He used take profile on Facebook where he played an 18 year old high school senior. The profile was set up as he was questioning his sexuality. He had ways of luring others into chats where they would open up. His latest target was Benjamin (he liked to be called Benji). Benji was a high school senior, barely turned 18. He professed to being a virgin. After a few days of chatting David knew it was time to push the line and work on Benji's thought process in order to get him in a position where he’ll be open to suggestions. Through the fake profile David told Benji how he had played around with his older brother and that they had sucked each other’s cocks. David waited to see Benji's response. They had chatted about sex already, or actually the lack of sex they were getting. Benji and how it felt sucking his brother’s dick. David made up the answer replying that at first it felt weird, but after he got into a good rhythm it strangely felt good, and when his brother finally came in his mouth he swallowed on instinct. Benji seemed to be getting into the chat more and opened up admitting to sucking his cousins cock a few years back and he too swallowed when his cousin shot his load into his mouth. David then asked if Benji ever thought about sucking cock again or if he thought he might be gay. Benji admitted he wasn’t sure if he’d try it again. He recalls that it sight feel all that weird, but he really wanted to fuck a chick. David figured he had him right where he wanted him and suggested they meet up at this 24 and under club this Friday night. They were always girls there to get and fuck. Benji agreed and David was going to be there to pounce. Although the club was 24 and under, David was able to get I the club. The bouncer was a member of the party group. He arrived early and watched intently when Benji arrived. Her sized up the teen noticing he looks a lot like his Facebook pictures. He was about 5’10”, 140 slight muscular build with dark hair and brown eyes (that were going to look great love his pupils were dilated as big as quarters. He could tell the 18 year old was prime to have some fun. Getting him to go to the party with him was going to be easy. Benji was getting him a soda from the bar when David approached him saying, “Kind of boring here tonight.” Benji nodded in agreement. David distracted Benji from his drink by pointing out, “Not enough pussy for you or is that not your thing?” David was able to drop in some GHB into his drink. As Benji looked over the club seeing mostly guys present he shrugged his shoulders. David introduced himself holding out his hand to shake. Benji responded shaking his hand in response and introducing himself. The two began a conversation in which Benji told David how he was meeting a new friend who had to cancel. He didn’t want the night to go to waste so he hung around the club. Benji drank down his G laced soda prompting David to offer to get him another drink. David stepped over to the bar ordering another soda for the two as Benji stood there waiting. This time it was easier to do the G into the kids drink. After he finished this one he should be well on his way to being “G'ed” out. As they began to drink David acted like he just received a text. He pulled his phone out and told Benji, “A buddy of mine is throwing a party. Let’s go, it’ll be a lot of fun. I promise you’ll have the time of your life.” Benji was a little worried, “I’ve only gone to a couple high school parties.” David could see a change begining in Benji’s eyes as he assured him, “Don’t worry, I’ll look out for you. My friend’s parties are always a blast. Let’s go, I’ll drive us to the party, and at anytime you want to leave, I’ll pay for an Uber to take you home.” Benji had finished his second G laced drink as he was agreeing to go with David to the party. David led the way as the two slipped out of the club’s side door. Once outside, David pulled out a little canister containing Tina. As David did a bump from the canister, Benji curiously asked, “What’s that?” David told him, “Oh this, is just a little pick me up, you want some? Come on, there’s no harm in trying a little.” Benji was feeling the effects of the G as he nodded and David gave him a good sized bump to try. Benji complained about the burn but once the Tina hit his brain he was ready for more as they got into David's car. Once inside the car David took a second bump before giving Benji his second. As they pulled out of the club’s parking lotppl for the 20 minute ride to the party house, David was quick to make sure that the air was on low in his small car. With the low air he’d hoped to get the teen to remove his shirt suggestion as the Tina and G made him feel warmer. After their third bump David placed his hand in Benji’s knee. Benji made no attempt to stop this advancement as David began to massage the teens thigh. The drugs were working on his 18 year old brain causing his body to begin to scream for attention. The attention he was about to get might not have been the type of attention he might have been looking for, but it was the type of attention he was getting to get and wound crave from this the forward. David wasn’t surprised when Benji asked for another bump of Tina, he knew he’d get him hooked on the stuff and after this weekend the twink would seek the party-n-play from now on. After Benji did his bump David moved his hand higher on his thigh and leaned in giving the twink his first kiss ever. David wasn’t sure how Benji would respond but while stopped at a red light he leaned into the kiss accepting David tongue entering his mouth he moved his hand to the boy's teen cock. He felt that the twink was boned out with a 7-7.5” cock. David thought to himself, ‘he's got a nice cock, too bad hell probably never use it, and after he gets smoked out later and Tina dick gets him, it’ll be shriveled to 2” if that.’ Benji’s senses were on over load. The thoughts that raced through his mind had brought him to accept the advancement of this good looking man he was now kissing. He also felt very warm as the drugs were in full effect. Benji commented, “I’m starting to feel very warm.” David’s response was to remove his own shirt while agreeing with, “Yeah, my A/C isn’t that great, just get comfortable like me.” Benji pulled his shirts off as he looked at David’s well developed chest with a nice patch of hair between he pics pecs. Benji felt a little embarrassed thinking he was no what as developed as David. The light changed to green and David sped away looking ahead at the road as he occasionally glanced at Benji's defined, smooth chest. David knew he had to build this kid’s confidence, “Benji, you’re holding out in me. You’re a stud. You’ve got a great chest.” David reached over feeling the teen's muscular chest. Benji admitted, “Thanks, but it’s no where near as muscular as your chest.” David helped by grabbing Benji’s hand and placing it on his own chest. Another red light and this time Benji leaned in to initiate a kiss between the two shirtless men. When they finally pulled up to the party they remained in Davis car making out for a good 15-20 minutes before David suggested they you inside. Both were still very warm from the drive and the make session that they left their shirts in the car as they headed up to the house.

Muscle Bear Dad is another story I've enjoyed, posted in alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated. It is M/t, but all the action starts on the eighteenth birthday of the narrator. The first post is here. * * * My senior year in high school turned out to be a real turning point in my life. I was cruising along, minding my own business and doing everything I could to prepare for life after high school, that I was completely unprepared for the chain events that brought me to where I am today. My name is Jake, and from all indications, I was living a perfect existence as a typical high school senior. I studied hard and made good grades, always a 3.5-point average or higher, but like many of my peers, I really wasn't all that interested in social studies, and was constantly admonished by my teacher to try harder. I was captain of the football team last fall, and since one of my best talents in that game was my running, I was getting ready for the track team practices about to start. I was good at sports, competitive and recreational, and I have my dad to thank for that. He was always playing sports with me as a kid and throughout my teenage years, encouraging me to play better. He was always showing me the techniques he had learned when he was growing up that helped make him one of the most proficient players on his high school and college teams. Let me tell you a little about my dad. His name is Ben, and while I may be somewhat prejudiced, he's probably one of the most handsome men in the city. Many people have commented that he looks a lot like Lee Majors when he was in his prime. Dad is 6 foot, 2 inches tall and weighs 245 pound of well-muscled beef. Dad has owned a slowly growing chain of fitness spas, named Muscle Buddies, for the last 15 years, ever since training professionally as a body builder. He won a few minor titles shortly after I was born but when mom deserted us, he took his winnings and opened the first Muscle Buddies so he could be there for me. Mom and dad met on the competition circuit. Mom was a stewardess, an air mattress as dad describes her, and a groupie to the body builder crowd. They had dated a few times, and when she got pregnant with me, he did the honorable thing and married her. After three years of playing housewife while dad competed in competitions, she got bored with the routine and left us to go back to flying full time. She didn't have any problem when he petitioned the court for full custody, and except for a birthday card or Christmas present once in a while, I haven't heard from her since. My father has thick, black hair that he keeps cut short so he doesn't have to do much to make it look good. His eyes are that hazel color, which look gold in the sunlight, topped by long, black lashes that many woman spend tons of money on mascara to duplicate. His beard is so heavy he has to shave two or three times a day or he has a five o'clock shadow by noon. The muscles he works so hard to maintain are covered with tons of glossy black hair, so much that it's hard to see skin between the straight, coarse strands. A few of my friends have commented that he looks like a gorilla, but to me it just makes him look more masculine than other men. He showed me some of his old competition photos and I couldn't believe that the smooth, shiny body in the pictures was he. He told me it used to take hours of shaving and gallons of Nair to keep it that way, and certainly doesn't miss all the torture he used to have to go through to get that competitive look. Dad keeps the hair on his body trimmed so it doesn't look too unmanaged and many times asks me to help with the spots he has trouble reaching. That's how I know what his dick and balls look like. I'll be studying or watching TV and he'll call out from the bathroom asking for a little help. When I get there, he's standing naked in the tub with the clippers in his hand and that frustrated look he gets when faced with a problem he can't solve easily. He hands me the clippers and points to the places on his wide back that he can't reach, so I help him out to make sure everything is even. At those times, I get to run my hands over the hair on his back, and down to his 34" waist, under the excuse of making sure there weren't any hairs matted down that the clippers might miss. My dad has big hands, thick wrists, and bulging forearms, all covered with thick hair. He's so hairy he even has tufts of hair on the middle knuckles of each finger and toe. The hair on his arms goes about halfway up his 20" biceps, but thins out enough so you can see that thick vein on the top of each one. His thick, muscled legs and round, hard butt are a single, smooth carpet of hair, so thick that they always look tanned. His abs and pecs are covered as well, but instead of stopping at the top of his chest like most guys, it continues on over his shoulders to meet the hair growing up his back. You can see his nipples, which cap the thick, chiseled 50" pecs, protruding from the hair on his chest, each one topped by an eraser sized nub of flesh. If he didn't shave his neck and face, there would be no part of his body, except around his eyes and his forehead, that weren't covered in soft, thick fur. He even clips his pubic hair to the same length as the rest of his body; he said it was just easier to run the clippers over the whole body than to worry about sculpting different areas. His soft dick was long enough to almost reach the bottom of his ball sac and about the diameter of a silver dollar. The smooth, circumcised head of his dick is a rosy, purple, bigger and darker than the thick shaft. His balls look big enough to cover the entire palm of my hand if I were to reach over sometime and cradle them. Hell, I don't think I would be able to close my hand more than halfway around his balls without hurting him. I've never seen my dad with a hard-on, but once when I finished helping trim his back hair; it was sticking straight out from his body and had grown noticeably. I got embarrassed and hightailed it out of the bathroom, but I really wanted to see what it looked like fully hard. I got a ride home from school on the afternoon of my eighteenth birthday from my best friend Jeremy's mom. Dad doesn't usually get home until after five during the week but today he'd taken a day off to clean out the garage and do some puttering around the yard. I went through the front door calling out for him but he wasn't inside so I went out the French doors to the backyard and saw him trimming the hedges by the back fence. He was only wearing some grungy old gym shorts and the sweat from his exertion was streaming down his face and matting the hair on his chest and back. The waistband of the shorts was soaked and the shorts clung to the round globes of his ass. He only goes shirtless if he's working in the backyard where no one can see him, otherwise he'll wear a tee shirt to keep from spooking the neighbors with his excess hairiness. I called out and waved and when he heard me, he waved back. He stopped the electric clippers so I could hear him and said, "I'm almost done. Let me just finish these and then I'll be in to discuss dinner plans to celebrate your birthday." I went back to the kitchen and got a soda from the fridge and a glass with ice. After pouring the soft drink and waiting for the fizz to stop, I grabbed my backpack and went up to my room to do my homework while I waited for dad. A half hour later, dad stopped by the door to my room, sweat still running down his handsome face. "I'll take a quick shower and be with you in a little bit," he said smiling broadly. Presently, I heard the water running in his shower and knew it wouldn't be too long before he was dressed and ready to go. I opened my math book and looked over the problems due for tomorrow's assignment. I was on the second math problem when I heard him call my name and ask me come into his bedroom. I thought maybe it was trimming time at the zoo again, so I hopped up and walked across the hall to his room. Dad was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, tan chinos, and a pair of Topsiders. He looked great as usual. He asked me to sit on the bed and then came over to sit next to me, carrying a plastic bag. The bag was one of those magazine bags they give you at the newsstand, and I immediately knew what was in it. A lump grew in my throat and I had a hard time swallowing. "I found these while cleaning out the garage today and I thought we should talk about it," he said quietly. There was no anger or embarrassment in his voice, he just stated it matter-of-factly. He dumped the magazines from the bag onto the bed between us and I knew I'd been caught. He'd found my secret stash of porno magazines, made up of Honcho, Advocate Men, and a gay porno color glossy that Jeremy's brother bought for him once. This was a moment I'd been dreading ever since I hid the first one in the garage, but I didn't think it would arrive so soon. I'd only been collecting them since last fall after Jeremy and I started messing around. "I figure there's something you that been on your mind for a while and this is as good a time as any to talk about it. I'm not mad; in fact, I had a good chuckle when I remembered back to my porno stash when I was your age. They were a little less gender specific, but I'm sure I was looking at the guys more than the girls." I must have looked startled when the meaning of his words hit me. "You, you mean," I stuttered, "you mean you liked looking a naked guys, too? You're gay?" I asked. "Yep, figured it out when I was competing in body building," he answered. "There's lots of great looking men with beautiful bodies all around and I found myself wanting to do more than just admire them from a distance. I've kept it from you so my lifestyle wouldn't influence your development. I needed for you to figure out for yourself what you wanted and I didn't think it would be a good idea for you to see me carrying on with other men while you were growing up. Life for a kid is confusing enough." "Remember the weekend trips I started taking every few months when you turned sixteen?" he asked. I nodded and he continued, "Well, I was going to larger cities to visit some friends I've made over the years, some of them fuck buddies, and others, really good friends to go out on the town with, and maybe find some stud to have sex with. So, in case you were thinking I'd be angry or hate you, it's not like that at all. In fact, I'm really proud of you for coming to terms with this difficult decision and not let it screw your head up. You're a great son, Jake, and I'm equally proud to be your father." His confession moved me so much that tears began to fill up my eyes and I started to sob a little bit. Dad stood up and spread his big arms, letting me know that I could hug him, and I moved against his hard body. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight to his chest, my head cradled in the crook of his neck. He let me sob against him for a few minutes, and then used his big hands to pull my head back and look into my face. He used both thumbs at the same time to wipe the tears from under my eyes and looked at me with this incredible, loving smile. All my love for this man came welling up from deep inside me, and I moved my face closer so I could press my lips to his. Dad gave me one of the fatherly pecks and tried to move away, but I pressed my lips against his again and tried to open his mouth with my tongue. He tensed, stepped back, looking at me with a little surprise on his face and said quietly, "Jake, I don't think we should be doing this." "Dad, I want this more than anything," I whispered. "I want you to show me how much you love me, how much two men can share together." He stood for a few moments, looking at my face, seeing the budding lust there and feeling the shivers of anticipation coursing through my body. "And I do love you, son," he whispered and began to kiss me in earnest. We stood by the side of the bed, probing each other's mouths with our tongues. He hadn't shaved since this morning and the almost full day's growth was rough and exciting against the skin of lips. Our tongues were licking each other fiercely when he turned my head to the side and stuck the full length of his tongue into my mouth. I felt that sucker fill my mouth and almost reach the back of my throat. I sucked on his tongue, trying to bring it deeper into my mouth and slowly pulled my lips back along its length. As soon as the tip of his tongue escaped my lips, I looked up at his face and saw his eyes were glazed, a mere hint of a smile gracing his mouth. We stayed looking in each other's eyes while I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His gaze shifted to watch my hands and I soon had the shirt open, exposing his broad, hairy chest. I slid my hands up from his waist along the coarse hair covering his stomach and chest, slowing sliding the shirt from his shoulders and down his arms. He took his hands off my back and dropped them to his side, long enough for me to slip his shirt to the floor. The silk shirt whispered through the air and lay in a heap on the floor at his feet. I returned my hands to his broad back, feeling the amazingly soft fur beneath my palms and flowing between my fingers. Our mouths met again in hot fury and our tongues again took turns filling the others mouth with hot flesh and delicious spit. His mouth left mine and began to attack my neck just below my earlobe. His thick tongue began swirling and stabbing at my neck, his mouth sucking, and his beard sending little tickles through my skin. I lolled my head to one side, opening up my neck to his attentions, showing him how much I wanted these incredible feelings to continue. He worked along the underside of my jaw, towards my throat, licking and sucking and rubbing with his mouth, at first slowly and then with increasing passion. He stopped and I looked at him to see why, but his gaze was somewhere below my face. Dad moved one hand from the back of my neck and rubbed it along the hard tube of flesh beneath the material of my jeans. His other hand joined the first one and he pulled open the buttons of my 501's, spreading the flaps to rub my cock through my underwear. He pulled at the bottom of my tee shirt and slid it up my torso. When my shirt reached my armpits, I lifted my arms into the air and let him pull the tee shirt over my head and throw it to the floor. His hands cupped my ass and he pulled me to his chest. I could feel every one of the hairs on his chest send little sparks into my skin and I started working on his neck as he had on mine. He opened his neck to my hungry mouth, and low, sexy moans issued from his throat. I continued to caress his back and arms with my hands, luxuriating in the feel of all that fur beneath my fingers. I was almost finished licking the expanse of his neck when he pulled back a little, bent over, and started licking one of my nipples. His tongue swirled around the flesh of my nipple while his mouth sucked on it gently. His teeth made little nips on the growing nub that sent shocks straight to my dick. Each time his teeth tweaked my flesh I could feel my dick pulse and gooey precum oozed into my shorts. He switched nipples and lavished the same affection on it, again sending thrills through my body. His mouth left my chest and he dropped to his knees in front of me. Dad bent over and undid the laces on my sneakers and removed them. He grabbed the waistband of my jeans and shorts, and slid them down my legs, freeing my oozing cock, which swung up from my crotch, pulling a thin thread of precum from the head to my waist. I lifted my legs so he could remove my pants and he tossed them into the pile with my other clothes. One of his hands grabbed my cock, the heat of his palm searing my skin. He licked the precum off my body and with a brief glance at my face, began licking around the head of me cock, making sure to get every drop of juice from the dripping head. He laid my dick on his tongue, and with a gentle pull of his hand, squeezed more clear fluid from my tube and licked it back like a delicacy. He followed by engulfing my cock with his mouth and started sucking up and down the hard shaft. The workings of his mouth and tongue were driving me crazy and I soon pulled his head off my cock and pulled him to his feet. We stood slightly apart and I reached for the button holding his chinos closed. He stood silently, watching me pull down the zipper and begin to slide his pants and shorts down his strong, hairy thighs. His dick was pointing down one of the legs of his pants and when I first saw the wide base of it sticking out of his bush, I was stunned by the thickness of it. I started to kneel as I was removing his pants, and I was more than half way down his thighs before his cock sprang free and slapped him in the stomach. He helped me by kicking off his Topsiders and lifting his legs so I could get the pants all the way off. Tossing his pants aside, I settled to my knees and looked at the monster I had freed with a stunned look on my face. My dad's dick was huge and an involuntary shiver of fear slid through me. I wrapped one hand around the base, pulling it down towards the floor, but I wasn't able to touch my fingers on the other side. I wrapped my other hand around the still uncovered portion of his shaft and the dark, purple head remained in view, looking like a plum and shiny from the precum he was leaking. I kept one hand holding the base of it and ran my tongue over the shiny surface of the head, tasting his precum. I stretched my lips over it and sucked slowly down the shaft. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get his dick into my throat like I could with Jeremy's but I was going to give it a good try. I could take about half his cock in my mouth and tried a couple of times to get more but each time my gag reflex triggered and I had to pull back. I worked on the portion I could handle and swirled my tongue around the head, hoping I was giving him as much pleasure as he had given me. Dad pulled me off his dick and helped me to my feet, looking into my eyes the whole time. "I'm pretty big," he said and flashed me a sexy smile and a wink, "but maybe with a little practice, you can swallow the whole thing. I'd be more than happy to help you work on that any time you like." He let go of me and turned towards the bed, his big cock bouncing and swinging as he did. He grabbed the bedspread and blanket underneath and pulled them down to foot of the bed, laying bare the sheets and pillows. Dad clasped my hand and pulled me over to the bed, laying me down on my back, head on the pillow, and crawled over on top of me. He lay down on top of me, covering my body head to toe with his hairy frame, the warmth and weight of his body like a heavy blanket. Dad spread my legs with his knees and settled between them, returning his lips to mine in hungry passion. I was running my hands from his shoulders to his butt, feeling the unbroken expanse of hair and the clenching of his butt muscles as he ground his crotch into mine. The movement of his body was jacking our dicks, the hair on his stomach getting slick with both of our juices. He spread my legs a little further apart and moved his mouth to my right nipple. He gripped the nub between his teeth and slowly applied more pressure. The pain was delicious and when it grew to such intensity that my back began to arch, he released the nub and continued to lick the swollen flesh. He moved to the other nipple and did the same thing, this time causing my knees to bend and my legs began to rise on their own. He slid further down my body and took my aching cock back into his mouth. He sucked the length of it into the back of his throat and squeezed those muscles around the head. I put my hands behind my head and watched the handsome face of my dad licking and sucking the flesh of my cock and thoughts of disbelief flooded my mind. I couldn't believe this was happening and how incredible he was making me feel. After what seemed like a long time, but was really only a few minutes, he lifted his head from my cock, opened his eyes and looked at me. "If you'll let me, I want to fuck you," he said quietly, "I need to fuck you," his face looked pleadingly at mine. After a few moments of silence, he said again, "I need you, son. I need to fuck you. Can I," he paused, "Please?" I stroked the hair on his head with both hands and ran my fingers along his stubbly face, finally placing my thumb in his mouth, which sucked at it greedily. "I've never been fucked, dad. But I need to feel you, feel your dick deep inside me." He got up on his knees and placed his hands under my legs, pushing them back towards my head. "Put your arms around your legs and hold them back for me," he said. I did as he asked and he slipped his hands under my ass, lifting it up to his face and using his thumbs to spread my cheeks. I watched as his tongue thrust between his lips and moved into the channel of my ass. The stubble of his beard was tickling the tender skin along my crack but when his tongue touched my asshole, I forgot completely about that feeling. Electric shock ran through my body as he washed my hole and the surrounding area with his big, wet tongue. I could feel him building up more saliva and when he thought he had enough, he spread it around my quivering hole. Jeremy and I had never done anything like this and my head was swimming. Soon, he stiffened up his tongue and began to probe the opening like a stubby finger. The heat of his mouth and slickness of his spit relaxed my hole and his tongue was starting to slip through. He switched his hands so his fingers were between my ass cheeks and he spread them wider so he could get his mouth closer. His lips closed over my hole and his stiff tongue was plunging in and out of my hole like an anteater looking for food. My upper torso was thrashing around on the bed and, taking this as a sign of my ecstasy; he worked his tongue harder into my hole, wringing gasps of delight from my throat. He lowered my ass down to the bed and leaned over to the nightstand closest to the wall. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small, brown bottle with no label and a black top, which he set on the nightstand. Next came a tall bottle with a rounded top and he laid it on the bed next to his leg, followed by a white hand towel. Closing the drawer and sitting back on his legs, he pulled up the top of the tall bottle. He poured a large dollop of the clear liquid onto the underside of the fingers of his right hand. He dropped the bottle on the bed and, lifting my ass slightly, ran the fingers of his right hand along the crack of my ass. The cold liquid caused me to shiver and he said, "Don't worry, it'll get warm quickly. I promise." He massaged the slippery liquid around the outside of my hole and placed his index finger in the center. "I need to loosen you up so I can fuck you without doing any damage," he informed me and slowly inserted his fat finger into my hole. There was a slight discomfort as he breached my opening but it was gone in an instant. His finger continued to slide into my chute and when it was in to the knuckles of his hand, he began to slide it more quickly in and out. I could feel the ring of my ass gripping his finger as he moved it in and out. He was using a twisting motion at the same time, widening the circle and opening up my anal ring. He stopped for a second and placed another finger against my hole and slid them into my body. He continued this attention until he had all four fingers in my ass and the twisting rhythm of his hand, coupled with the in and out movement, was stretching my hole wider than I had ever thought possible. Satisfied that he had stretched my hole enough to fit his monster cock, he removed his fingers and left me wishing he hadn't stopped. He poured some more lubricant on his fingers and applied it to my ass, reaching inside and spreading it around the lips of my ass. He poured another glob onto his hand and spread it over the length of his dick, smearing it around the base to coat the hairs clinging around it. He poured one last glob into his hand and rubbed it onto the massive head of his cock, making sure to leave a thick layer covering its surface. Inching towards me on his knees, he leveraged my butt on his thighs and placed the head of his cock at my asshole. He inched a little closer; making sure the head of his cock was securely lodged on the outside of my hole. He used the towel to wipe off his hands and reached over to the nightstand and picked up the brown bottle. He twisted off the cap and laid it on the nightstand, covering the top of the bottle with his thumb. "These are poppers," he told me, "and they'll help loosen you up more. I want you to inhale some of this and when you start to rush, I'll slide the head of my dick inside you. Once I've done that, we'll wait until you get used to the stretch and then you'll do another hit so I can feed you the rest of my cock." He placed the mouth of the bottle under one nostril and closed off the other with his thumb. "Take a slow, deep breath, breathe it out and change nostrils. Hold the last breath for as long as you can," he instructed. I slowly pulled the cool, metallic, fumes from the bottle into my lungs, filling them completely and then slowly breathing out. Dad switched nostrils and I took another deep breath. As I was holding this one, my heart started to beat faster and incredible warmth filled my body, radiating from the core of my body to the outer edges. I could feel every nerve in my body and was aware of the feeling that my asshole was expanding. I closed my eyes with the feeling and as I was swimming in the sensation, I felt a pressure on my asshole, followed by a quick flash of pain. I gasped at the pain and the pressure on my hole stopped but I could still feel that it was stretched more than ever before. As the rush subsided, I opened my eyes and looked at Dad. He was looking at me with concern on this face and I said, "I'm all right. It feels like a log is stuck up my ass, but it doesn't hurt anymore. That stuff you had me inhale is amazing." "Do you want to keep going," he asked. "We can stop if you want to." "Oh no," I answered. "This is exactly what I want." "I can tell," he told me. "Your asshole is squeezing my cock like it doesn't want to let go. But I have to warn you that this might make me your daddy instead of just your dad." I didn't understand the meaning of what he had said, but I squeezed my asshole around his cock to tell him I wanted more. He put the bottle under my nose again and I inhaled more deeply than the last time. As I was exhaling the rush was already starting and filled my lungs again. Dad took a long draw on the bottle with one nostril and screwed the top back on, dropping it to the bed. As I was peaking on the drug, I felt the pressure again, this time a long, slow slide of his huge cock into my ass. When I came out of the rush, Dad's legs and balls were resting against my ass and I felt this amazing fullness down there. While pressed against me, he started a circular motion with his dick, widening my hole and churning the big tube around my guts. He lifted my legs and laid them on his hairy shoulders, holding them under the knees. I felt him pulling his dick slowly from my ass, out to the head and then slowly back in. He continued like this, slowly fucking me in and out, eyes closed, savoring the feelings my ass was giving his cock. When he opened his eyes after a few minutes of this slow fuck, he saw me smiling back at him, giving him the unspoken approval to fuck me as he wanted to. On his dick's next retreat from my ass, the head slide out while my asshole stayed open to it. Before it could close, he sank the entire length back into me, rubbing against something deep inside that sent flashes of pleasure through my body. "This is called long-dicking, and it's one of my favorite things," he told me. "I hope you like it, too." I didn't have to say a word, as the look of ecstasy must have told him everything he needed to know. Each time his cock left my asshole, I was left hoping like hell he was going to slide it back in, and each time he did I got lost in the incredible sensations his big dick was creating. Dad continued to long-dick me for a while and then sank the full length of his rod into my ass and held it there. He lifted me up a little more and pushed my legs further down so my ass was sticking up in the air. When he started to fuck me again, he increased the speed of his stroke. Each time he plunged into me, his balls would slap my ass and some part of his cock would hit that button deep inside. He worked up to a constant rhythm, pounding my ass a little harder every few minutes. His strokes were driving me crazy with lust and I could feel the cum in my balls start the upward climb towards release. He must have sensed I was close because he stopped, grinding his crotch against my asshole as if he were trying to get more of his body inside my hot channel. He picked up the poppers, took the top off and offered it to me. I took the bottle from him and took a deep hit through each nostril, handing it back to him. This time he took a long, slow breath with each nostril and put the top back on. He lifted my legs again and started fucking me, slowly at first, then speeding up as his rush took him over. He was pounding my hole, stabbing into me from different angles, and pushing me closer to the edge. Sweat was pouring from his face, and a look of animal lust changed him into the sexiest man I had ever seen. My nuts were boiling and even though I wasn't jacking my dick, I knew I was about to cum. The big dick fucking me was pushing the cum from my balls and the earthquake of my orgasm started. "Daddy, I'm cumming," I screamed, unable to hold it any longer. My first shot of cum flew over my shoulder and hit somewhere behind me. The next few spurts coated the hair on dad's chest and dripped onto mine. My asshole was squeezing the big dick filling my guts and the added pressure must have been the trigger for dad. He threw his head back, cried out, and slammed his cock one last time into my pulsing ass. I could feel his dick expand and the huge spurts of his cum were hitting the walls of my chute like soft bullets. Spasms shuddered through his body and as his shooting cock subsided, he started a slow fuck again. He was using my tightening ass to milk the remaining cum from his cock and even though I could feel it softening, that cock was still sending waves of pleasure throughout me. As his heavy breathing subsided, he pulled his cock out of my hungry ass. I suddenly felt very empty and my eyes filled with tears briefly. He lowered my legs, letting them lie flat on the bed, and covered my body with his again, lips touching mine and tongues swirling gently together. I caressed his back and butt, blowing cool air onto his forehead between kisses and moaning softly in his ear. My cum was smeared all over both of our chests and the smell filled my nose like a funky perfume. Soon, dad rolled onto his side next to me and used his free hand to position me with my back against his chest, and his arms hugging me close. He kissed the back of my neck until his breath slowed to a soft, easy rhythm and I let myself fall asleep, cradled in his big, hairy arms.

flag Travis pulled his dick out from my ass with slow intention. I felt empty as his thick mushroom head gradually retreated from my tender fuck chute. Once all the way out, he held me tight, sweaty body to sweaty body, my cummy, used bubble butt against his cummy, softening cock. “You know, unlike a woman, a guy can only get pregnant once. A woman can get knocked up with many men’s babies. But a man… A man can only really get knocked up once. I want you to carry my baby. I want to be the one who fertilizes you, who gives you a legacy, makes you what you’re supposed to be. Brad can’t do that for you, but I can.” His tone had taken a gentler turn than it’d been just moments before. We hadn’t yet acknowledged the bug outside of our two sexual encounters. I was still processing it: both turned on and terrified. “I don’t know if… It’s just that, I love Brad. I didn’t mean for this – us – to happen. And it can’t. I can’t…. I can’t cheat on him anymore. I can’t get HIV. I just… this isn’t who I am.” Travis kissed my neck. “It’s who you are meant to be, baby. Think of all the times we talked about raw fucking, how turned on you are by it, how much you crave it. I’m giving you the key to unlock your potential. Freedom to fuck whoever the fuck you want, whenever you want it. And to be mine. I’ve finally planted my flag in you, I’ve claimed you. Don’t turn back now.” I sat up and turned, putting my feet on the ground. I inhaled deeply, exhaled, and said “I gotta shower.” When I emerged from the steamy bathroom, Travis was gone. affix Hours later, the dryer buzzed: our sheets were finally clean. I remade the bed. My phone vibrated: Brad texted that the client was in meltdown mode, and that he’d have to be away for at least another four days. I missed him and felt bad I’d hurt him, even if he didn’t know anything yet. I looked up the clinic’s address and grabbed my car keys off of the counter. I was going to make everything all right. My phone vibrated again, only this time it was Travis. “So are you mine or not?” All my alarms were frantically ringing in my mind. No, of course I’m not, I thought. I’m Brad’s husband. And time is ticking to get treatment from this mistaken tryst, to think of how I’m going to tell Brad about all of this, and to make things right in my marriage. Travis followed up with a photo of his dick that I’d never seen before. In it, he wore a thick, tight cock. His engorged member curved up his slender stomach, veins protruding all along the way, concluding in its perfect mushroom head, which was wet with precum. I could almost taste it through my phone. I was again fixated on Travis’s fuck weapon, and I needed it: it had a power over me. “I need to be serviced. So what’s it gonna be: are you mine or not?” He followed up. I clenched my keys in my fist in mental anguish. That goddam dick. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” I said to myself again as I typed “I’m yours.” He sent me his address. Claimed I pulled into the vinyl-clad apartment complex and continued to doubt my actions. My primal desire for this man’s dick kept me on track toward this unkempt place. I knocked on Travis’s unit. He answered in a wife beater and jeans and ushered me inside. “Take your clothes off.” He said. I complied, exposing my muscular frame and tan lines to him once again. I looked down at my sculpted body and my semi-hard dick and I thought about my husband’s Adonis-like build. I then looked at Travis: a skeleton in comparison, pale, tall, lanky. He certainly had an unrefined cuteness about him, but the physical contrasts between him and me or Brad were sharp. As I stood there naked in his living room, he bolted several locks on the front door. “Bedroom’s back there. Imma grab a beer. I want you ass up, face down on the bed.” My stomach fluttered with nerves as I walked down a short hallway into a messy bedroom. The bed was not made, and the sheets looked old. I climbed onto the bed, knees spread wide, ass up, head down on a formless pillow. He entered the room moments later and grabbed my right wrist. He affixed a rope around it and proceeded to tie it to a corner of the bed. “I don’t think I want to . . . “ I began to turn to tell him that I wasn’t into being tied up. He backhanded me, and I must’ve blacked out in surprise. When I awoke, ropes constrained my hands and feet, and I was spread wide like a star fish on the bed. I felt the familiar sharp pain of dick entering my ass, and a hand between my shoulder blades as leverage. I let out a moan of pain. “Hey boy, welcome back. I’m sorry I hit you. Now don’t question me in that tone again, ok? I don’t want to have to mess up that pretty face of yours.” Travis said from behind as his dick pierced into me. “Can you untie me? I’m not into….” He pushed his dick hard into me, maneuvering his mushroom head a few inches inside me in one thrust, and slapped my ass. “Listen. You’re tied up for your own good. I know you’ve got doubts. I know you’re inclined to run. But I also know your destiny. I knew it from the moment I saw you. Do you want to be mine or not?” I was clear this was rape-like and his language was mentally abusive, but I was also clear that he was right: All of my sexual fantasies had led to this, to him. He pulled out a bit and then slammed back into me, getting closer to my prostrate. “Oh fuck, that hurts – can you slow down?” I said of the entry. “It’s got to hurt some, bitch.” He said I felt his balls brush against my ass. “Your cunt needs to get a little beaten up as sacrifice to the hurt your causing Brad. You’re becoming mine as we speak. My cells are dividing in you, growing, spreading, taking over. And tonight, I’m going to ruin you so that I can remake you.” My fat dick grew from the friction against the sheets of the fuck from behind. I felt his balls slapping against my inner thighs I felt my ass tearing in a way I’d never felt before. His monster cock was wrecking me. “You want to be Poz like me?” He asked with a shortness of breath. I hadn’t really confronted it directly -- to myself or him – yet in such terms. But I knew the answer now, like I’d heard in so many porns and read in so may stories. “Yeah, I want it. I want to be yours. I want to carry your seed, your virus. Knock me up. Make me like you. Give it to me. Make me pregnant with your baby.” I wanted to touch Travis, to touch myself, to turn over and see what this sweaty man assaulting me looked like in this moment of passion. But I was locked into place, my ankles and wrists tied to the four corners of the bed. All I could do was turn my head and glance at Travis with side eye. My dick was leaking precum on the dirty sheets. With each thrust Travis made into me, my cock humped the bed beneath, skin flexing against the mattress. With his dick balls deep in my ass, Travis moved his hips from side to side to side, front to back, up and down, slowly, now, opening my ass, getting my ass ready to be the cum receptacle it was meant to be. He was dripping sweat onto me. His eyes were closed. He was savoring being deep in my hole and just ruining it with each movement he made. Side to side. Back and forth. In and out. “Fuck yeah, baby. You are mine. You’re nothing but a cheating, Poz fuck toy now. My cheating poz fuck toy. Your ass is going to get used and abused so much by so many men after me. You want another dirty load to seal this deal?” “Yeah, give it to me. Poz me. Breed me. Remake me." I said He pulled out and resumed his final fuck pace: he was ready to blow a wad of jizz in my wrecked hole, and crescendo-ed into an intense assault of my chute. I was in ecstasy feeling totally at the control and mercy of my big dicked god. My cock began spurting cum on the sheets. “Fuuccckkk” I screamed, unable to control the flow of semen from my cock. Travis’s eyes rolled back as cum bullets shot deep into my gut, penetrating my DNA inextricably. Volley after volley of Travis’s toxic jiz filled and marked me. He screamed and I moaned in a symphony of passion. After relishing in our orgasms for what felt like an hour, Travis collapsed onto me. Sweaty bodies against one another, he whispered in my ear, “you’re mine.”

So, here is my two cents worth. I was the neg bottom in a sero-discordant relationship for 8 years. It really bothered my partner, who I love dearly. Finally, I simply decided that I couldnt make him neg, so the answer to the issue was for me to become poz. When I say that it really bothered him, I am not joking, as in he would freak out if he bred me. I took as many poz loads as I could find... and nothing. Finally, in desperation, I slammed 2 cc of high vl poz blood. That did the trick. Now, our sex is probably the best its ever been (pretty close to amazing ... and we have been together now almost 14 yrs). Its not for everyone, but I have only one regret. I wish that he had done it. Otherwise, no regrets at all. And now, there are no freakouts after sex. The only difference between now and then is PREP. It wasnt an option back then at all.

Got hit up on scruff by a guy I've fucked around with a few times. He was in my neighborhood, hit me up. I wasn't really looking but told him to come by. Short, beefy musclebear type with a nice fat cock. I've said I know what its like to be fucked by myself because we have almost the exact same size and shape cock. Anyway, wait for him ass up, he comes in and is on a short fuse, but damn did he load me up!

PART 14 As my heartbeat returned to normal, the combination or Tom’s cock softening and my still spasming hole forced him to slip out of me with a soft plop. As it did, the anxiety kicked back in. Only now it was more confusing. And I wasn’t sure what I felt. I know I felt some guilt over what I was doing, as well as some guilt for feeling guilty. Four loads of HIV laden sperm shot into me by a guy who I couldn’t seem to resist. Even as I studied the sense of guilt which had assaulted me, I also found the thought of sex with Tom and his poz cum turned me on, just something so strongly attracted me to raw sex. And I was very aware that I was clamping shut in an effort to keep all of his semen in me. I didn’t want any leaking out. But a huge part of me was still screaming 'What the fuck are you doing? This is so risky. HIV. AIDS. But you keep coming back' I told myself. Hell, I had TWO loads in me now and it was barely afternoon. And I had begged for it. And I didn’t notice this before, but it seemed like Tom almost liked cumming in me more than just fucking me. Like giving me his seed was what mattered most. Maybe that was just my imagination. “Earth to Chris. Are you there sexy boy” Tom joked. I guess I had been really lost in my thoughts. “Sorry, I was just thinking. It’s just, and it feels really really good, I just get nervous... your cum and everything,” I said quietly. He looked at me. “You mean, because I have HIV and you keep letting me cum in you? Is that what you mean?” I nodded, affirming his interpretation. “Well, you have had four loads now and you might already have it. Or you don’t. And Chris, this is really it, you can’t stop. Maybe. To be honest, I think you are already too hooked on barebacking. But you could stop and go back to your old life. I don’t think that’s what you want though. I think what you want and really at this point ,what you need is to keep giving in. To live with the consequences of being a cum dump bottom boy. And yeah, that means eventually you'll end up with HIV. I have friends that would love to give you what you need. I could keep you full every day. I have friends that would come over right now. I already told them about you and they are aching to fuck you. Aching to be inside you when their cocks starts pumping man cum. They all have HIV they wanna share too. I can call them now. You don’t even have to ask. Just nod if you want me too. Nod if you want strange men over here now to cum inside your boy hole,” he said hypnotically. I’d like to say I thought and weighed the options but I didn’t. His words had got me. And slowly, I nodded. And then again. And he grinned as he reached for his phone as, for my part, I lay back on the bed, his sperm soaking into my body.

Part 1; I got to speaking with this cute 24 year old on Recon. My profile stipulates safe sex as; 'Never', and in my text it says I never use condoms, and that I only do RAW. This subject was never touched upon. He had for a very long time been fascinated by the world of Bondage, and Fetish in general, and apparently had not had any experience with it at all. I had arranged for him to come to my place, where he would let himself into my porch, strip naked, put on the Jock-strap that I would hang out for him, turn the lock on my front door, then kneel facing it with his eyes shut. I told him I would hear the lock click down, and that was his signal to me that he had now officially surrendered all control to me. In our messaging online I informed him that at this point I would be putting a collar and leash on him, would be blind-folding him, and would be putting fist Mitts on his hands, so he'd lose control, and walk like a pup. My entry phone buzzed ... 'Hello boy' 'Hello Sir' 'Are you sure you are ready?' 'Yes Sir. Very nervous, but ready' 'Then come in' I left my front door ajar, and heard him come in and close it. I heard him shuffling as he stripped and put on the Jock-strap. I then heard the lock click. Fuck yeah. That cunt is now mine! I fetched his blindfold, collar, leash, and fist mitts, and opened the door. WOW, his cute little round ASS that arched out prominently from his lower back was completely irresistible. If I saw him in a club I'd be on a mission to get what I wanted, but here, submitted to me on a silver platter, no effort required! I put the blindfold on, then the fist mitts, then the collar and leash. I knelt down behind him, put my hands between his ASS cheeks and the straps to the Jock-strap. He let out a whimper, and he started to shake. I groped and squeezed his buttocks whilst also running my hands up and down his upper thighs. He continued to tremble. 'STOP trembling' No sooner had I commanded him to stop, he did. I got him to stand up, where I then attached knee pads to his knees, and ordered him to again get on all 4s. I lead my new pup to the bedroom and stood us in front of my full length mirror. I pushed hard above his ASS, as to force him into the pup sitting position ... 'SIT ... SIT ... Good boy, there's a good boy' ... I stroked his hair, as he seemed pleased with himself. I lit up a Cigar, and smoked as I admired the contrast of Master and his pup. He, naked except his Jock-strap, and accessories, and I, wearing a Harness, Leather chaps (no underwear), knee length boots, and a military leather cap. It all looked so sexy. BUT, then, disobedience of inexperience kicked in ... 'What are we doing?' 'Did I say you could speak' I barked! ... 'You will only speak when spoken to. And as I told you time and time again online, you always address me as Sir, which you just failed to do, disobeying your Master. Get on all 4's, pig' 'Sorry Sir. I guess I have a lot to learn' I got the Leather Paddle, and commenced flogging both ASS cheeks ... 'Yes, you have MUCH to learn boy, and tonight you'll be learning some very big lessons' He then pissed himself. Thankfully my bedroom floor is floorboards, and not carpeted! ********** Part 2 to follow;

Long time lurker, first time poster. I’m a beefy 34 year old smooth man, I have a muscular ass from years of squats and deadlifting, and I have a thick 7” cock. A few weeks ago I made time to go to Club Pittsburgh during the day. I have been there a number of time before, but usually just sucked some cocks and fucked some bottoms. But this time I was feeling extra piggy. I had recently scored some double Scorpio poppers and was eager to try them for the first time at the club. I went in and did my usual routine, except this time I got a room. I had never done this before so this was new and exciting in and of its self. So I went up stairs to the third floor, found my room and then went to clean out and soak in the jacuzzi. On the way to the jacuzzi with nothing on I ran into a muscular man with a towel. He grabbed my ass as I walked by and I turned and winked. Unfortunately he kept walking. After a solo soak of about thirty mins I went back to my room and got some oil put to massage my ass and make it glisten, then I turned off the lights opened the door and layer belly down on the bed and waited. I was almost asleep when I felt a cock press up against my lips. I opened my eyes and an older daddy was there with a nod, I swallowed his cock and felt it engorge itself in my warm wet mouth. I kept sucking and stopped once to take a hit of my new poppers. What the actual FUCK?!?! I took a usual seven second double nostril hit and felt my whole body envelop in a warm rush. I haven’t had poppers like that in a long time. I went back to worshiping this guys cock and soon I had him pulling out and leaving me wanting his load. No sooner had he left than another guy walked in, this time I hit the poppers hard and started on his cock. Sometime during this sucking I got into position on all fours, little did I know someone was watching and waiting and nearly instantly after assuming the position I had a thick mushroom head pushing against my hungry hole. I usually make my tips wear a rubber, but I was so lost in the heat of the poppers I backed up on his cock and started riding it on all fours while I got a Fock shoved down my throat. After a few mins I felt my mystery top put his hands on my hips and thrust slower and longer. Next thing I know he is grunting and I feel a warmth spreading in my ass. Did I just get bred? OMG! It felt so good! I turned over my shoulder to see who it was and yet was a complete stranger. For a minute I was hoping it wa the man with the towel from earlier. Soon after I cleaned up and went home. But I plan on coming back to get more loads. Now that I felt it once I need it again!

Sorry if this is a bit long, I needed to share... Today I was working out of the office. At lunchtime I parked under a tree beside the river at a local beat. There's a cycle/foot path running from the carpark along the river bank. About 50m along there's a public toilet and utilities building for a nearby sports field - many a good time has been had here. Today the cycleway was quite busy but I stayed in the car, working on my laptop and checking Grindr & Squirt on my phone. Not much showing up. Sometime after 1pm I noticed a ute pull into the parking area and a solid, 40-ish tradey type got out and wandered down the path. I saw him go into the gents toilet but I had to finish an email before I could react. He came out and stood leaning against the railing looking across the river. I needed to pee so made my way down the path past him and into the toilet, which has a 2-man urinal and a large cubical with lockable door. I went into the cubical and left the door open. I started to pee but noticed someone come in and hover outside the door. I suppressed the stream of piss and half turned to the door so he could see me fondling my cock. Of course it was the tradey and he needed no further invitation, entering and locking the door. He already had his large, floppy cut cock hanging out of his fly so I immediately leaned over and took it into my mouth. It quickly started to harden and I sucked it into my throat. He opened his jeans and pulled his balls out - no underpants - and motioned for me to suck them, which he clearly enjoyed. I went down on my knees and back on his cock. He pulled my head onto his now solid 7" member, forcing me to take it right down my throat then fucking my face. I had to pull away to take a breath, then a huff of poppers before he pulled me back onto his swollen member and again throat-fucked me with small rapid hip movements. He gave me another breather, wanking his shaft with just the head in my mouth, then more insistent thrusting into my mouth and suddenly I was almost choking on his load. I kept sucking his softening cock for almost a minute before he withdrew, zipped up and walked out with me following right behind. There was someone standing at the urinal. I went out and leaned on the rail, savouring the taste of cum but watching the toilet doorway. A guy in shorts came out, gave me the eye and walked around the side of the building into an alcove. I walked past the alcove entrance and saw him fondling his crotch and popping his cock out the left leg of his shorts, so I joined him. It was a risky location as anyone passing would see us, but it was on the opposite side from the pathway, facing away from the river. I could feel my cock leaking precum into my jeans and pulled it out for him. "Nice cock mate" as he dropped to his haunches and began to suck me, while wanking his rapidly hardening member. He only lasted a minute or so before squeezing out a few spots of cum which spattered the concrete. We walked off in different directions around the building and I went back to my car. I had a short teleconference at 2:30 and a followup email, during which I lost track of who was around. I needed to finish my pee and get going to my next appointment so I walked back down to the toilets, passing a man in casual business attire sitting on a bench overlooking the river, working his phone. I stood at the urinal but before I could relieve myself business man walks in and stands beside me. I guess he was about 30, Clarke Kent glasses, tall and solidly built but in good shape. His intent was clear - his thick uncut cock was already hard and he half turned towards me. I leaned over and took his slightly curved 7 inches into my mouth. It was quite thick around the base, an impressive unit. I felt his hand on my arse for a moment as I worked my tongue under his foreskin. He moaned slightly as I worked the skin back to expose and caress his knob with my mouth. I stood up to unbuckle my belt and free my throbbing hardon. He motioned for us to go into the cubical - very promising. Once inside I locked the door and went back down on his cock. Once again I felt his fingers pushing at my arse through my jeans. I pulled them down and he fingered my hole as I continued to suck. My arse was clean but not lubed, yet very soon he turned me to face the wall and slowly but insistently pushed his cock into me, with only my residual saliva for lubricant. I didn't have a chance to spit on my fingers to slick my hole but I did manage to grab a sniff of my poppers as he forced himself right into me and began to fuck. Most of the movement was due to the skin sliding over his shaft. Sometimes he grabbed my hips for greater traction and I had to brace myself against the brick wall with both hands, but occasionally managed to reach between my legs and fondle his nuts, pushed right up aginst my butt cheeks. Fucking fantastic! He upped the pace a bit and wrapped his hand around my throat. I groaned in pleasure, then someone came into the outer room and used the handbasin. He stayed inside me but slowed right down. The washer left and he resumed thrusting into me. I took another hit of poppers and was pushing back on him. By now he was working a good rhythm and each stroke made a slapping noise. Someone else came in - he backed off a bit but we were still making some noise. My hands were getting cold from the brickwork but I couldn't resist feeling those warm chunky balls again. Again he upped the pace and grasped my throat which was another turn on for me. He was panting and thrusting harder, then stopped and pulled out slowly and slapped his cock against my cheeks. I thought we were done but he pushed back inside, picked up the rhythm and again grabbed my throat, this time grunting and breathing heavier, ramming all the way in. He held me there for a moment then pulled out, wiped his cock on my cheeks and back and pulled up his pants. He kissed me on the lips then left. I stayed in the cubical, feeling my hole which was only slightly moist and a bit sore. Did he cum or not? I went back to the car and drove about 10 mins to my next appointment. As I left the carpark I saw him going into the toilet block on the other side of the beat...WTF? I ducked into the gents at my destination and slid a spit-slicked finger in my arse deep as I could. Sure enough I found blobs of thick, sticky semen - tasted good too. Not a huge load but VERY satisfying. It's still inside as I write this...

Can he be my daddy. Keep on going with the story.

Good time tonight! This young haitian bull that lives near me was on Scruff. He's hard to pin down, but tonight he was up to hang. We chatted a while, had some bourbon, and he bred me hard and good. He likes to tease, couple thrusts, pull out add some more spit, stroke himself a few seconds while fingering my hole, more spit, shove in and pound. Love the way he fucks me, see why he's popular. Hoping to see him again sooner than later.

I've pretty much written as much as in going to on this story. Please look for my next story, 'Bottoms Wanted'.

A guy approached me on bbrt and said he was looking to drop a load. Since that usually works out 1% of the time where I live I was like sure. His pic was cute enough. Ill be damned if he wasn't right on time like he said. Only his pic was from 100 lbs and about 20 years ago. Normally that lie pisses me off but fuck it. I could tell in his face he was pleased by what he saw in me. I was in nothing but a red jock strap. I could see his dick get hard through his baggy shorts. I turned by back to him and played with my asshole. Really got up in there. By now his cock was at full attention. I asked him to get comfortable, relax, and enjoy the ride. I could sense he was nervous. Was it me? Did I intimidate him. I'm not a bad looking guy. (I hate conceited people so I don't want to come across that way) People even say I'm very good looking. I'll put it like this...I'd fuck me. Anyway, I didn't want him to be uncomfortable or nervous for any reason. I asked him whens the 'last peice of ass he got?' He said that it had been a year. I said 'thats about to end'. I told him to sit on the couch. I got on all fours on the couch next to him and shoved my face in his crotch. I can deep throat like a mother fucker and in one mouthfull I had his cock down past my lungs. He mumbled weakly "oh my god'. I sucked his dick like it was a snake bite..for a while. He said 'whatever you want' when I asked him how he wanted to fuck me. Without telling him what my plan was I stood up and sat on his cock. I do keigals all the time. My shit is tight. I rode his dick hard. I would pull his dick completely out, slowly back down on his dick head, then thrust it hard all the way in, pull it out quickly, then start all over. He started to smile. It was the cutest, happiest smile I'd ever seen. As he started to come I pulled out then shoved it back in my hole with a vengence and his eyes crossed. I'd never seen that. So I sat there sucking his dick with my ass muscles until he had given me his whole load. when I stood up a pint of cum ran down my leg. It was hot. As he left he said thank you but not meekly like he talked when he first entered the room. He said it with bravado and confidence. I don't mean to take a cheap anon hookup and make it something existential...but something happened. I'm not even saying it was me. I just think a kind approach and a good piece of ass can change someone's whole outlook, maybe even change them. Whatever it was I felt good about it.

Part 5; Sex is not normally allowed in the shower area, but an incredible show was just about to be put on, so, I am sure the rules could be bent on this one occasion! We got to the shower area, and there were two showers free. We took the end one, where I at his command held onto the bit that held the shower head that was firmly in the wall. Some guys were showering, some were drying, and some were passing through to get to another part of the sauna. His voice boomed out; - May I have your attention please my fellow good Men? I am HIV+, I have the strain that I first became infected with in the late 80s, and the Cuban strain that I acquired more recently due to being a fucked up nasTy sex pig. Now this sexy handsome young Man wants something from me, don't you. - Yes Sir - Tell the good people what it is you want from me - I want you to infecT me with your poz cum Sir - You have been begging me to infecT you, haven't you boy - Yes Sir, and I will continue to beg for as long as it takes for you to give me what I want, and what I as a worthless FAGGOT deserve! Someone from the gathering crowd piped up; - Fuck YEAH, I gotta see this nasTy horny sh!t go down He took my towel away from me, revealing my pert tight high round ASS - Holy sh!t, I wish it was me that was knocking up that cutie! I suddenly felt his nasTy piece of AIDS-Meat slapping on my ASS cheeks - What's my viral load boy, remember? - Isn't it 13.3 Million copies, Sir - Yes boy, well done, but louder so everyone can hear you. What is Sir's viral load? - 13.3 Million Sir *I said , raising my voice* I think he was trying to humiliate me, which turned me on to no end. He turned to the crowd, which was building ... - So, are there any objections? I stood up straight to get a good look at everyone. And everyone seemed to be fully erect, most stroking their hard Dicks. I think everyone was excited to witness my life change! I suddenly caught the eye of another AIDS fucker, looking at my Sir with an evil looking smirk, as though to say, 'I know your game, because I play it too' ... He walked over, sporting his Bio-hazard tattoo on his left pec. He also was yellow, skinny, and gaunt. FUCK, did I pick the right day or whaT to come here. He re-positioned me to how I was before I stood up straight, stood to the side of me, parted my ASS cheeks; - Go on mate, fuck your boy. Do NOT make him wait any longer. I felt my AIDS God grab my hips, and penetrate me and begin fucking my eager begging to be pozzed, neg cunt. As he fucked he spanked my bubble cheeks. - Oh Fuck YEAH. Your cunT is feeling very warm and silky wrapped around my Death-weapon, and soon I am going to take full ownership of it, boy! - Fuck Sir, I have secretly waited years for this moment to cum, when a REAL Man would claim full ownership of me by giving me his DNA ~ I CANNOT wait! My AIDS God's soon to be partner in crime began to make himself fully present in our worlds from here on in; - I heard ALL of what you both said. The entire dialogue! Fucking NASTY mate! I am unmedicated too, and also have a super-infection. But I have Hep C, also. - I have Hep C too - Oh yeah, know your Genotype? Mine is 6! - Mine is 2! - GREAT! My HIV super-infection is subtype AE. Between the pair of us we've got plenty to keep his immune system very busy. - Join us in my private cabin when we are done here if ya like. - Fuckin' DONE mate! They are having this conversation whilst my Sir is fucking me, attention not even on me, just being used like some piece of Fuck-Meat, and I couldn't have asked for more, or been happier, although, I was about to get MUCH more! The new AIDS Daddy that had joined us pulled my cheeks apart ... 'Go on mate, infecT him .... INFEEEEECT HIIIIIIM' The second time he said it was really loud. MY AIDS God picked up his pace and it kept hitting my prostate each time he was in deep. And that was it, I started pumping my neg cum without my cock even being touched. I felt a powerful electrical surge rage through my body, as I hyperventilated, whimpered, and screamed in extreme poz-itive ecstasy. Now that my prostate had it's release, my cunt really began to feel the invasion on each thrust. It felt like I was being stretched by clouds and razor-blades at the same time, and I was fucking floating on them! A guy about 1 foot away from me, in a shower, kept pressing the water each time it stopped to keep himself wet, as he tugged on his Big Dick, looking at me, mouthing stuff like; 'Fucking AIDS whore', and 'Nasty Poz FAGGOT' with an intense evil grin. Then the momenT came where my life changed. - OH FUCK YEAH, I am about to inject my lethal poison into you. You ready boy? - YES. Knock me up Sir. Fucking own my soul Sir with your Demon seed! Then came about 15 seconds of intense, hard, demon power fucking, THEN, he started to cum, and when I say cum, he roared like something that didn't even sound Human. He really sank into my hips with his fingers. Through his roaring I could hear whoever was watching either grunt as they shot their load, clapping, or cheering. His filthy toxic sperm didn't have the usual wet and warm feeling. It felt wet, and ... HOT. It actually felt like it was burning. And I fully accepted it, as it bathed in my charged up cunT.

Part 8; - Sorry pup, Master will always admit when he has done wrong. I forgot to give you the best part to your meal ... *I replaced his empty food bowl with the bone bowl* - Here you go. A right special treat. Bones. And they still have some good quality meat on, and I want to see every bit of meat eaten. I want those bones licked clean. Understood? - Yes Master - Good pup. And of course, using your paws might be easier - Master, I do really want to be an obedient sub. One you can be proud of. Make you happy. BUT, could you please take the clothes pegs off of my balls and nipples. Both are becoming really sore. And I am in dire need of a pee. - Hmmmmmm. As you have asked so politely, showing your Master you are slowly learning manners, and courtesy, I'll meet you part way ... *I took the pegs off of his balls* I went downstairs, and fetched five Lagers. And a jug. Back to the play room. I handed two of the Lagers to my Son... - Here you go Son - Thanks Dad I placed pups small pointless dick into the jug ... 'OK, you can piss now' ... He let out a HUGE sigh as he let go, and he quickly filled the entire jug I put his Lager into the drinking bowl, then topped up with a generous helping of his very own delicious Golden PISS! 'Pup, your bones are directly in front of you, and your Lager is in your drinking bowl to the right of your bone bowl. Got it?' *He's still blindfolded at this point* 'Yes Master. Thank you Master' 'Good boy' I sat back down beside my Son. We watched the pup lap up his Lager with a Piss top. 'It's a bit warm' 'If you are gonna start whinging, then the clothes pegs will go back onto your balls, and you can get back in the cage' 'Sorry Master' He lapped up some more, then managed to get the Lamb shank in his paws, sit upright, like a true pup, and started cleaning the meat off of the bone. My Son and I got horned up watching this Sexy as Fuck sight, and once again started wanking. And that is how it was for a good hour, the pup chewing and sucking on his bones, and my Son & I drinking, and pulling on our Fuck-Meat. - Enjoying your bones pup? - Yes Master. Thank you very much - Well, it's time for your bed, you have the biggesT day of your life ahead of you tomorrow. But don't worry, I'll put the bones in the cage with you, and your Lager. Before I put him back in his cage, I inserted a Catheter up his urethra, and attached the connecting bag to his lower leg. Don't want him pissing the bed now! ? My Son and I then went to bed, and I cuddled into him, both falling asleep pretty quick. We had been asleep for about 4 hours when I woke to him moving my arms off of him, and getting up. Nothing unusual I thought. He often does that, going for a piss. BUT, this time, he didn't come back. Having spent about half an hour on my phone checking my cruising sites, I went to check things out. I heard noise coming from the play room. He'd only taken the pup out of his cage, had him in the sling, puppy tail removed, and yep, he was getting in his second Fuck before I knocked the cunt up tomorrow! I peeked through door and saw him banging away. Fuck. I got hard instantly. I stood there for about 10 Minutes, tugging my Fuck-Meat, when my Son started getting verbal, and aggressive; - Wish it was me pozzing you up tomorrow, nasty fucking faggot! ... *He started punching the pups pecs, and spitting on his face* - Why do you have to be so brutal? - Oh god, my old Man is right, you are a right old fucking whiner. He clearly has his work cut out for him training you. He notched up to Demon Fucking, grunted, and bolted his load up the pups cunt! I quickly exited the scene, and hopped back into bed. Several minutes later, my Son came back. I put my arms around him again; - Your Mother and I clearly done the best job raising you and your sister. Both of you know the importance of instilling good manners into others who clearly have been just been dragged up. I watched you fucking my new pup. I just hope you have enough energy for that lass with the big knockers tomorrow night. - Dad you Bastard, I thought you were asleep. Well, I hope you enjoyed the second show. And you know me, enough energy like my old Man to fuck several times a day, every day. We both chuckled. He wasn't wrong! I leaned in, kissing his neck ... - Night Son. - Night Dad. Tomorrow is the big day for pup ~ WhaT a lucky boy! ☠️?☣️?

Part 3; I remained kneeling in front of the pup, smoking my Cigar, in silence, watching him turn his head side to side, a natural sensory deprivation reflex. I could tell he wanted to say something, but, he had already learned only to speak when I spoke to him. I made him wait a little while longer. I then unlocked and removed the leg spreader. I barked ... 'GET UP on all 4's boy' 'Yes Sir' .... His usual voice now barely squeaking out two short words I took his leash, and walked him to the couch, positioning him side-ways. I sat down, threw my legs onto his back, crossing them, and switched on the news, puffing away on my Cigar. The Human Coffee table! After several minutes he meekly muttered ... 'Maybe you could wear a condom on this occasion Sir?' I started to flog his ASS with the leather paddle! 'Listen, cunt, I have never used a condom in my life, not even when I fucked women when I was younger. I have two fully grown ones who have more fucking manners for their old Dad then you've had hot dinners, and I am NOT about to start now'. He flinched every time the paddle thwacked his cute tight bubble ASS. After a few minutes of hard punishment, I went back to the news. Several minutes passed until he piped up again ... 'Maybe you could fuck me without a condom Sir, but pull out before you cum?' 'Are you a fucking idiot or something boy? I made a couple of women pregnant when I was in my late teens which has resulted in much joy in my life, have in later years knocked up plenty of sweet subs who knew who they were and didn't muck me about with this bullshit. For fuck sake. Grow a set' I took the paddle to him again. More flinching. Yet, with the flinching, was also an undeniable erection! Even the threat of imminent toxic danger was turning him on, even if he wasn't aware of what his subconscious was trying to tell him, I was! I'm not blind! The news ended and one of the weekly 1 hour dramas came on. I got up, and knelt behind him, spread his legs wide open, and in went my index finger which went to work locating his prostate. Yes, I found that little ridge of heaven and applied light pressure at first. I slowly built up the level by gradually increasing the pressure, and ultimately using both index and middle fingers! By the time the 1 hour drama had finished I was still working him and he had been screaming and panting for quite sometime, alongside pre cumming heavily. Luckily I had put a plate underneath him to catch it all! I brought the plate up to the level of his face, and pushed his head down, and again pushed hard on his lower back so his ASS arched. 'Eat your salty pre cum. you nasty cunt' He obeyed his Master's instructions! And once again due to his ASS being arched out his hairless cunt invited me in again for the taking. I threw off my Leather Boots and Chaps so I would have more flexibility, stood either side of his legs, crouched down, and without any spit this time I just shoved my unmedicated toxic as hell fuck weapon in his neg cunt! He gasped for a few seconds, then resumed lapping up his very own pre cum, like a good well behaved pup! ********** Despite this seemingly complete turn around in events, I would very shortly be ramping up the mind games several levels, and giving this stupid cunt another opportunity to leave of his own free will. Would I succeed as a Master in tapping into his inner innate sub self? 'You fucking nasty neg pig, allowing Sir's poz tool of death to invade and corrupt your cunt, and therefore, your soul' He whimpered subserviently. Part of his whimper was saying 'I shouldn't be doing this, I should go home', the other part was saying 'Infect me Master. Own me!'. His conflict was blatantly palpable!

Part 2; I took my military leather cap off, and put a Gas Mask on. I then removed pup's blindfold. Now donning a Gas Mask he still could not his Master's face. I pushed his face into his piss. 'You come into Sir's home, and you piss all over the place. Fucking clean it up'. 'Yes Sir. Sorry Sir'. He got to work, licking up his piss from the floor, with his cute hairless cunt stuck right up into the air. I walked to his face, and ordered he take a few hits of poppers, then pushed his face back into his piss again. I returned to his ASS, spat on my toxic (un-medicated viral load at 1.7m) fuck-meat, and just plunged straight in. Fuck, he was super super TIGHT, with no foreplay to help loosen, just good old fashioned poppers. Remember, we had no discussions about statuses at this point, so, I didn't know if he was poz or not. I fucked 'it' for a few minutes, then withdrew my Dick, and stood by his piss slurping head. He started to lick one of my boots, which left me with no option but to flog his ASS again with the Paddle. 'Did I say you could lick my boots. I hadn't signed off your last job yet. Now SIT, SIIIIIT, good boy, good boy. Now look up at me' He looked up at me, with his sweet deep brown innocent looking eyes. I laughed in an evil manner through my Gas Mask. I put his blindfold back on, and ordered him to take another hit of poppers. Returning to his ASS I lubed up a 'Beagle Puppy tail', and slammed it in his tight cunt! 'OUCH' 'Wag your tail boy' .... He waggled .... 'Good boy' He looked so sexy collared and leashed up, blindfolded, with his puppy tail and paws! I took the Gask Mask off and put back on my military leather cap. Grabbing hold of his leash I tugged and took my pup for his first walk around Sir's home. Down the hallway we went, and into the centre of the living room onto a vinyl play sheet, where I got him sitting in puppy position in front of Sir (who by the end of the night would be his Dark Master). 'Not only did you piss all over my bedroom floor, you made a right old mess of Sir's Dick by covering it with you cunt juice. Now lick it and clean it up' He found my Dick with the sense of touch, even through his paws, and started sucking. I grabbed his jaw, spat on and slapped his pretty little face ... 'I SAID lick, not suck. Very slowly lick the base of my shaft all around, and slowly work your way up to the top. Once at the top, continue licking until I give further instructions' 'Yes Sir. Sorry Sir' I re-lit my Cigar, and stood there enjoying my smoke as the pup got to work. When he reached the top I let him slowly lick my Dick end for ages, until I started dripping pre-cum. 'You're making me leak pre-cum, more fucking mess, you're meant to be cleaning me up' I once again grabbed his jaw, spitting on and slapping his face. And again swapped my military leather cap for my Gas Mask! 'Right, on your back boy' 'Yes Sir' I took out his Beagle puppy tail. As soon as I did his super tight cunt snapped tight shut again. I restrained his ankles with the leg spreader, padlocking the cuffs, and shoved my toxic weapon back up his tight little cunt. 'OoooWWCH, that hurts Sir. Can I please have some more Poppers?' I ignored him and carried on Fucking, getting off at seeing him wince in pain. This pup NEEDS to learn how to take it like a Man! 'Once I have cum inside you boy, you will no longer call me Sir. You will from then on always address me as Master!' 'Yes Sir. You're neg though, right Sir?' I looked down at my naked toxic weapon sliding in and out of his tight cunt, unprotected, and smiled with my inner deep depravity. 'No boy, I am poz, have been for several years now' 'Oh, OK. But you are on medication, right Sir?' 'No boy, never been on medication, and, I have a very high viral load. And you?' 'I'm neg Sir' I pulled out immediately for two reasons. Firstly I wanted to know what his stance is. And secondly if I done even just two more strokes, I would have bust my nut right there and then! ********** For the first time in my story telling, I would like to invite my fellow BZ Men to offer their ideas on where this story should go next. Do I send him home, or, do I make him Master's property? ☣️ ☣️

I had secretly fantasized about getting charged up. I'm a bareback bottom , love to get fucked, and having a guy breed my hole. The idea of having a hot guy fuck me and blow his dirty seed in all in my ass had inspired many spank marathons. I'm sure that I have taken a poz load before not knowing the status of whoever was fucking me or really even caring for that matter. I had never knowingly let a guy that was pozfuck me. One night I was cruising all the slut sites looking for other bareback guys to play with when this really hot guy messaged me. He said that he had read in my profile that I liked to go bare and that I was a btm. He told me that he was looking for a hole to use for the evening. That got my attention I had never been submissive and must admit it had been another fantasy of mine to completely give up control. He asked me if I was into pnp and I told him that I do party sometimes. We chatted a little while with the standard Q&A, u know how big, what position, where to cum. Then I asked poz/neg? He responded with poz. I told him that I was neg. To which he responded "u want to get a charged load n u tonight?" I was shocked and very turned on, I asked him if he fucked neg guys bareback. He told me he did all the time and that he even hosted several conversion partys. I wasn't familiar with the term, he explained that a conversion party was were a group of poz tops get together and breed a neg guy. The sole reason purpose was to spread dirty seed, and infect the neg btm. Before I could answer he asked me if I liked to pnp. I told him that I did, but I didn't have any party supplies. He said that if I wanted I could come over to his place and get ass fucked and get high. He asked me if I had ever slammed, I told him that I had been slammed before but I was terrified of needles. "I'm very good at slamming others" he returned. Should I go? The thought of getting slammed and pounded was so tempting but was I ready to take that step towards becoming poz? "I might ass well" I responded. He gave me directions and I was on my way. When I got to his house we sat and talked a while. He told me that he was going to enjoy planting his dirty seed in me, then asked me if I liked groups. I told him yes and he said good that he would get us slammed then have a few of his top buddies stop by and load my ass. He told me that I was going be a cum dump for him and his friends. I asked him if the guys were poz or neg he told me that they were poz. This made my dick begin to grow. He got the slam ready and did me first. When he released the belt on my arm I could feel the rush hit me instantly. Then came the cough. It was very strong. He did himself and sat down on the bed next to me. I started sucking his dick while I was taking off my clothes. He stood up bent me over the side of the bed, lubed my hole up with some elbow grease that was laying on the bed, and shoved his dick all the way in. Normally this would have brought tears to my eyes and a fist to his face, but it didn't even really hurt, I guess I was so high that I couldn't feel it. It wasn't long before he started to pound really hard and said he was about to cum. He stopped and pulled out and made me tell him that I wanted his seed. Which I told him. He managed to get his dick back inside me, and with a few hard thrust he unloaded in my hole. He walked out of the room and told me to stay put. When he returned he had a collar and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then I followed him into another room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, fuck bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites for tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there were three guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and five more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guy's house let him drop a charged load n me and now was going to be a cum dump for whoever accepted his invitation, and I hadn't even gotten my benefactor's name. He walked over to the sling and let me know that the web cam was on and I was going to be used all weekend. There must have been ten or more guys that had charged my ass with dirty seed before the slam started to fade away. He could tell that I was beginning to come down and he mixed up a booty bump and told me to get on the floor face down with my ass in the air, as he unlocked the restraints. Once I was on the floor he inserted the booty bump and told me to squeeze my ass tight so that the booty bump and all the spunk wouldn't drip out. As I started to feel my stomach cramp up from the booty bump he dressed me and told me that we were going to the baths and that I was going to take all loads. He rented one of the sling rooms and told me to get into the sling as he mixed up another booty bump. I secured the restraints myself, all but one arm. He came over secured the last arm and started to insert another booty bump. I told him that I was okay for now. To this he responded by placing a ball gag n my mouth and continued with my booty bump. It had only been about twenty minutes since the last one. Now I was so high that I couldn't focus or see straight. He began to fuck me again, telling my how sloppy my hole was and that when he had fucked me the first time that he had ripped me. He said that he knew because when he pulled out there was blood all over his dick. He said that was a good thing, it would make it easier to ensure that my neg status was gone for good. Then he told me that he had used a .4 needle for my slam and that when he slammed me, there was still a good bit of his poison blood in it, and now it was running thru my veins. He must have been fucking me for at least an hour, not that I was complaining. My ass was so hungry from the booty bumps that the only thing I could think about was getting more dick. He shot another death load in me then opened the door and walked away. It was a few mins before the first guy walked in and began to get his dick hard so that he could fuck me. He was a much older man probably 55 or 60 but he had a huge cock. He came after about five mins of fucking, wiped his dick off and left. I didn't realize that there was a group of four guys waiting, they took turns one after the other all loading my eager ass. A while later my friend returned, closed the door and mixed up a huge booty bump. He squeezed it into my hole and for good measure he pushed a large rock of meth up my ass with his finger. He massaged it until it was completely dissolved. Then he removed the ball gag and asked me how I was doing. I was so high I couldn't hardly answer but I managed to say that I was feeling a little dizzy and hot. He gave me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all as he unlocked the restraints. I drank the water and instantly began to feel better. He said that he had to leave to do something but that he would be back. Then he told me that he had left a message on the all the dry erase boards saying there was a "eager ass in the sling room taking all loads POZ IS A PLUS" as he left. I knew that I should probably get up and leave but the meth was starting to take effect. So I waited. It wasn't long before a line began to form, I eagerly took every load that was offered. I'm not sure how long I was there in the sling room or how many guys filled my hole with their juice. When I finally started to come down from the meth climbed out of the sling, put on my clothes, and left the bath house. I felt so trashy when I walked into the day light, like everyone knew what I had just done. Not to mention that there was a wet place on the ass of my jeans where some of the spunk had slipped out of my now opened hole. It has been a few months since that happened so I'm not sure what my status is but I did feel like I had the flu about 2 or 3 weeks after it happened. [For the record - be really careful about drug use guys. Drug use can definitely kill you and while a few can manage their drug use, many others can't and you never know which camp you'll be in... Plus, real sluts don't need drugs to be slutty...]

This story is a combination of true events, furnished with extra details and embellished to make it hotter for all of you. So, enjoy, and be sure and let me know what you think; I would be happy to add more adventures! It was a Friday night. Payday, so you know where I was heading After work I made my way down to see my dealer, a big burly black man by the name of Clarence. I loved going to see Clarence, because Clarence had a thing for submissive little sissies like me! I made sure I had all my sissy gear I would need for the long weekend ahead as I knew visits to my dealer's house frequently lasted much longer than a few hours. But I was ready and willing. It had been a few weeks since I'd been able to score any Tina, due to my having spent too much of my previous paycheck on a sexy new outfit and a wonderful new silicon dildo. But now I was all Dressed up in my heels, corset, matching pink bra with my fake titties in, some sexy Pink panties and Pink yoga pants that showed off the nice round bubble butt Clarence loved so much. I had done my makeup to perfection, shaved smooth all over, cleaned out and ready to get wrecked. I pulled into Clarence's Driveway and took a deep breath. Here we go... My knock at his door was greeted by a deep voice from behind it. "Who is it?: the voice Demanded. "Just a little cockslut looking for her friend Tina." I replied in my best girly voice. The door opened, and a wave of thick smoke rolled out; I could smell good weed and Crystal. My clitty started to leak into my panties. "Come on in you little slut, we were just about to get this party started!" Clarence laughed as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I could see several good looking black men who I had never met before lounging on the couch. They took turns taking rips off of Clarence's Tina bong that I loved so much. several blunts were also making their way around the room. A handsome mulatto handed me a blunt and said "Careful, I sprinkled some crystals in these motherfuckers, so take it easy fi you don't want to get too fucked up. By the way, I'm Tyrone." He smiled as I took the Tina-laced blunt from him and his eyes got wide when he saw me take three deep hits and let loose a flurry of little smoke rings. "I'm here to get fucked up and take any and all cocks all night baby, so don't worry about me. There's no such thing as too fucked up." Tyrone laughed and gave me a grin that went ear to ear. "Oooh baby, we gonna have a good time with you tonight!" Clarence had come up behind me while I was talking to Tyrone, and with one swift movement, he picked me up like a rag doll and tossed me onto the bed in the corner. "let me introduce you to my boys. You seem to have met Tyrone already. These other young bucks here are Jamal, Billy, and Jake the Snake. Now I know your bitch ass is clean as a whistle, but tonight if you want these cocks, youre gonna have to join our little club." Clarence smiled at me as I lay spread on the bed, ogling the fine specimens of man meat in front of me, and I could tell by the growing bulges in their pants that they liked what they saw too. "all of my boys here are Poz, you know what that means, don't you slut?" my eyes widened and I nodded. I had told Clarence about my secret fantasy of finally letting him convert me, I just hadn't expected him to work out a party like this though. "I want you to acknowledge that once you get one of our cocks in your hole, there's no going back. By the end of this adventure, you will be our little Poz Slutboi slave. You will be bred by all of us tonight, and you will take the load of anyone I say, whenever I say. Do you accept slut?" "Yes Daddy, I want to be your fuckhole, a slave to Black Cock and Poz cum." Was my reply. Clarence smiled his evil smile and nodded to Jamal. Jamal stood up, he was shorter and stockier than Tyrone and Clarence, but I could tell from the shape in this pants that he was packing some serious Black Cock. "Does this bitch take piss?" he asked Clarence. "She does what I say man, and I say she does." "You heard the man you little whore, get on your knees." Trembling with excitement (Clarence knew I loved to take Tina piss) I dropped to my knees at Jamal's feet and opened my mouth as wide as I could. Jamal unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick uncut cock. I guessed it was about 9" long and thick as a coke can. once his cock was free, I leaned forward and took the tip in my mouth, savoring the taste of his foreskin. My tongue sliding between the sheath and head of his beautiful Black Cock as I took the tip completely into my mouth. Jamal moaned as I felt the first of his precious Tina piss start to flow into my mouth. Not wanting to waste a single drop I began to suck and swallow his golden drug laced piss as fast as I could. He had a lot to give, so it took all my skill not to let it overflow and waste any. By the time Jamal's bladder was empty my head was spinning from the massive rush I was experiencing. The guys must have been parTying for a few days prior to my arrival, because his T piss was STRONG! By this point my panties are soaked with my sissy juice and I'm begging for more. "Let's give this bitch what she wants boys!" Clarence boomed, giving the signal for Tyrone, Billy and Jake to join in the fun. Tyrone's cock was a beautiful veiny 10" fuckstick, not as thick as Jamal's, but with a fat mushroom head with yummy looking foreskin. Billy was sporting a semi-hard 9" uncut tool that dripped thick ropes of precum constantly. Clarence of course had a gorgeous 11" cock with a fat head and pronounced veins. I had taken his beautiful Black fuckstick to the hilt on many occasions, so I knew These other guys would be no problem. "I bet you're wondering how ol' Jake here got his name, huh," Clarence asked "Hes something of a freak of nature, maybe its best if you just see for yourself." Clarence gave Jake a nod, and the statuesque black god dropped his pants. My jaw must have hit the floor, because I was looking at the biggest, thickest, blackest monster cock I had ever seen. Not even my biggest toys would have prepared me for this Anaconda. Jake's massive Black tool hung 10" flaccid with thick foreskin that barely covered the bulbous cockhead I could see peeking out. His heavy low-hanging balls caught my attention, the size of small oranges and undoubtedly filled with delicious black sperm. Jake began to slowly work his shaft to its full glory, as the others gathered around me and started to rub their cocks on my face. My mouth instinctively opened as I bathed in the scent of their cocks. Tyrone took his place in front of me and shoved his now rock-hard cock in my waiting mouth. As I began to work his cockhead with my tongue, My hands found the cocks of Jamal and Billy, while Clarence ripped a hole in my yoga pants so that they could get at my fuckhole. Jake, who's Anaconda had reached full size stood off to the side, a full 14" of meat stood straight out from his muscled body, The girth of that monster I could only guess had to be at least 3 inches wide, with a head that probably exceeded that. I was glad that Clarence would keep me full of Tina and poppers for the next few days, So I relaxed and accepted my fate. I felt at home on my knees serving the cocks of my big Black Masters. Clarence told Jake to mix me up a strong booTy bump, and my clitty leaked when I felt his fingers on my hole. He spit on my boipussy and began to loosen me up with his fingers. Through my nightly solo fuck sessions with my toys at home, my hole reacted with practiced ease, opening to his advances, almost sucking at his fingers, begging for more. Jake approached with the syringe. It looked like Clarence had him mix the Tina with My favorite Cum-Lube, and he had a big load for me it looked like! Jake handed Clarence the drugs and then joined the circle of cocks around me, taking Billy's place as Billy replaced Tyrone in my mouth. Clarence pushed the syringe into my hungry pussy hole and deposited the thick gooey drug-laced lube deep inside me. "You better not lose a drop bitch," he warned "If any leaks out, I'm taking it out on your ass!" Clarence withdrew the cumtube and I clenched my hole to prevent any precious Tina from escaping. "Good girl," he said "keep in in till I say otherwise slut. that's an order." I could already feel the stimulant absorbing into my bloodstream, making me hornier than I ever thought possible. I began to moan around Billy's thick cock as I took him in my throat. It felt so good to have his balls slapping my chin as he face fucked me. the precum that perpetually flowed from his shaft tasted so good, and I tried to swallow as much as i could, but there was so much, and he was fucking my mouth violently, so some dripped from my chin and onto my fake tits, splattering onto my pink bra and making my tits all slippery. I took advantage of the extra fuck lube to work the cocks in my hands, switching from Tyrone to Jamal, and trying to fit my other hand around Jake's Impossibly huge Cock. "let me have a shot at her pussy" Tyrone said "Its about time I showed this little cocktease what this thing can do to a hungry hole like that." "Have at 'er bud" Clarence replied with a smile, " I want to see her try to fit Jake's famous hole-wrecker in her mouth." He laughed as Jake took a position in front of me while Tyrone moved around behind, and pressed his fat cockhead against my hole. My ass was twitching with anticipation, as I stretched my mouth wide to try and accept Jake's massive tool. I was barely able to fit the monstrous head of his cock into my mouth, but Clarence came around with a fresh bottle of poppers and made me take four deep hits to loosen me up. I was then able to work the first few inches in and out of my mouth, my throat beginning to stretch painfully. But I didn't care, I was just a set of holes to be fucked and filled with seed. Both my hand were now needed to work the rest of Jake's massive length, So Billy and Jamal stood back and began to load more crystal into Clarence's big bong. A single drop of the previously inserted booTy bump dribbled down my smooth sissy balls. Tyrone scooped up the leak with his cock and began to rub his head against my hole. "Looks like we got a leak here Clarence, Want me to teach this slut a lesson?" Clarence looked me in the eyes and spoke two words to Tyrone witch made me certain I was in for one wild ride. "Wreck her." Tyrone needed no further instructions, and thrust his thick veined fuckstick into my pre-lubed and hungry boipussy, sliding in balls deep with one stroke. I let out a muffled moan of ecstasy around Jake's monster cock, as Tyrone slowly began to withdraw his cock, till I felt his thick head pop out and my hole gaped. Tyrone's cockhead was a good deal thicker than his shaft, so it made the most delicious feeling as it popped in and out of my dripping sluthole, scooping up cumlube that bubbled up from my hungry ass. As he began to get into his fuck-groove, his cockhead rubbed my P spot in such a way that my little clitty began to spurt little ropes of pre with each stroke, beginning to pool in my tattered yoga pants, making a big wet spot and dripping down my legs. I felt so feminine, being used by five beautiful Big Black Cocks! Clarence could see that I was having trouble handling Jake's tool, so he mercifully told him to swap places with Jamal so he could hit the bong. As he pulled his massive black snake from my throat I gasped and quickly began moaning with pleasure from the hard Fucking I was receiving on the other end. As Jamal began his assault on my helpless throat, I felt Tyrone's pace begin to increase. "Are you ready for your first load of the night bitch?" Tyrone grunted, his strokes getting harder and shorter, betraying how close he was to shooting his hot seed in me. Jamal removed his fuckstick from my mouth just long enough for me to say "Please breed me Daddy! Give me that Black Seed!" That was all Tyrone needed, as he thrust once more balls deep into my hole, Hist fat cockhead pushing past my second ring of muscle to reach a full 10" inside of me. I could feel his cock thicken and twitch as he began to pump his hot Toxic load into my hole. "Take my Toxic sperm you whore!" he shouted as his balls emptied out into me. I could almost feel the Poz sperm working it's way into my guts, converting me, making me a worthless cum dump for these Black Gods of Cock. "Who wants next?" Tyrone panted, his cock, still hard stayed lodged deep in my hole, keeping his load secure. Billy stepped forward, dripping fuckstick throbbing in his hand. "Yo, let me at that hole bro, I wanna know if her ass is as good as her mouth." "Aight, but first things first, I gotta piss now, and since I'm already balls deep in this ho, why not empty out right here!" I felt a burning deep inside me as Tyrone let loose a torrent of Chem Piss into my pussy. I began to feel full and his Toxic T piss tingled In my ass as my head began to spin. I was barely able to concentrate on Jamal's cock in my mouth. Now drained of Poz seed and piss, Tyrone pulled his cock from my sloppy hole, the huge uncut head popping from my hole with a wet sound. Clarence had come up with a cup to catch any cum and piss that were sure to flow from my well-fucked ass, when Tyrone's cock popped free, I squirted a good deal of his piss and cum into the cup. "Let's save that for later" Clarence said, and poured the mixture into a large jar he had on the table. My boipussy ached to be filled again, and I moaned and begged for someone to fuck me. Billy took up his place, and lined up his dripping shaft with the gaping cunt I had developed. "I hope you're ready bitch, Cuz I'm not stoppin' 'till I breed that whore cunt of yours!" I felt Billy's thick shaft penetrate my pussy, and my mind went blank, I was just a pussy to be fucked, and I loved it! The piss and cum Tyrone had left in me squished around Billy's shaft as he pounded me, his own Toxic precum mixing with the other fluids that had been pumped into me, every stroke of his cock made delicious wet slurping noises, and I began to feel that one cock wasn't enough now. "please double fuck me Daddy, I need to feel two of your big Black Cocks inside me at once!" I begged Clarence, "Stretch my pussy to the limit!" Together, the boys moved me to the bed and I straddled Billy, taking his shaft in one smooth stroke, and Clarence positioned himself above me and lined his cock up with my hole. I moaned while Jamal fed me more poppers and shotgunned Tina smoke into my mouth. Clarence began to push his fat uncut tool in alongside Billy's Cock. It was good that Billy pumped out so much precum, As my hole was sloppy with it, and Clarence easily got his mushroom cap in alongside the dripping shaft in my hole. As I felt him begin to piston his 11" monster into me Billy also started to pump in and out. Soon the sound of hard sloppy fucking and lewd moans filled the room. Two cocks in my ass, and I still wanted more. Seeing that I was ready for them, Jamal and Jake took up positions on each side and I took turns taking their cocks in my mouth and stroking their huge black shafts. The tightness of my boipussy was causing Clarence and Billy to sweat, Their fucking increasing to a frenzied pace. I saw the warning signs and felt their cocks twitch and spasm together, both releasing torrents of Toxic Poz Jizz into my fertile cunt. When I felt the explosion of their combined orgasms in my guts, my clitty began to flow. Girlcum squirting from my clitty with each stoke or their cocks as they worked their loads into the walls of my boipussy. Spent for the moment, Clarence and Billy withdrew their cocks and Tyrone was there to catch the Seed that tried to leak out of my now stretched and ruined asscunt. This was added to the jizz jar on the table. Feeling empty again, I knew I had to have Jamal next, I'd been eyeing his fat shaft all night. "Come on big boy, I need your cum in me now" I moaned seductively to Jamal, giving his cockhead a long lick and a kiss as I looked up into his eyes. "Oh, I'm gonna wreck that pussy bitch, You're gonna need a good stretching to get you ready for my boy Jake! Hes been itching to see how much of his Bitch Destroyer you can get up into you." Jamal Gave me a slap on the ass and moved around to get his cock in place. Clarence and Billy were laying back on the couch passing another Tina blunt, and Tyrone was mixing me up another big booTy bump. "You're gonna need it for ol' Jake the Snake here, And just so you know, hes been off his meds for a while now, so my homie is Toxic as fuck by now!" The thought of Jake's monster shaft Wrecking me all night in a drug-fueled fuck haze really got me going, and I backed myself onto Jamal's Big Black Cock. The double fucking had loosened me up enough to take Jamal's Coke can thickness without too much trouble, and I was bouncing up and down on his shaft in no time. I could feel every vein and contour of his cock as I took his full length with each stroke, His hips bucking in time with my pace so that his cum-filled balls slapped my ass with a hypnotic rhythm. Clarence blew smoke in my mouth before Jake stuffed it with his impossibly large cock, and Billy held a bottle of poppers to each nostril so I was forced to take hits till he removed them. After six or seven hits my vision began to get foggy and I had no control of my body. I was a ragdoll in the hands of these Black Beasts, just a toy to be used and filled with Poz Seed. "I'm ready for round two" Tyrone declared, his 10" fuckstick now returned to its full throbbing glory "I wonder if the bitch can take three at a time" Clarence said, more to himself than anyone in particular, but Billy seemed to relish the thought. "My dick's ready to go again, why not see what the can take. Gotta get her ready for Jake too, So It's probably a good idea." I was pretty much unconscious from the pleasure overload I was receiving at this point, so I couldn't have objected, even if I wanted to. Jamal scooted down to the edge of the bed, with me still impaled on his shaft. Tyrone got up on the bed and slid in easily. Now, Billy stood in position and began to push his cock into my already overstuffed pussy. With an audible pop that send shivers down my spine Billy's fuckstick slid in next to those of Tyrone and Jamal. I let out my loudest moan yet and felt my clitty start to flow again. I figured I must have been dry by now, but I guess I was wrong As the three Monster cocks began to pump in and out of my stretched and ruined hole I could feel my P spot Working overtime, sissy juice spurted from my clitty all over Jamal's Stomach and I squealed with pure pleasure. Clarence had moved around to dangle his semi-hard Blacksnake in front of my face, teasing me. "I figured you could use some refreshment slut" he said as he began to piss into my waiting mouth. Not wanting to spill any, I latched onto his cockhead and started sucking and swallowing his Toxic Chem Piss. I managed to swallow every last drop, and now I was truly feeling the rush now. All done pissing, Clarence wiped his cock off all over my face and gave me a few good slaps with it for good measure, then returned with the poppers. The feeling of three Big Black Cocks pounding my boipussy was only enhanced my my Tina rush and the poppers that Clarence fed me, my hole getting sloppier and sloppier by the minute. "Aw shit, I'm gonna but in this bitch's Hole soon!" Gasped Jamal "You ready for this Pox nut bitch?" "Mmmmmfffffff!" was all I could manage with Jake's huge cockhead stuffing my mouth, but Jamal (correctly) Interpreted it to mean "Yes Daddy, Fill me with your Toxic Sperm!" "Here it comes slut!" Jamal grunted with each stroke, and with one final push, lodged his cock balls deep and unloaded his poison all over the cocks of Tyrone and Billy as they continued to piston into my ass. The added lubrication of Jamal's load caused the others to quicken their pace, and soon they both added their second load each into my now abused and broken cunt. Clarence was quick to catch the tidal wave of sperm that burst forth when the boys pulled out, and now, the jar was getting full. I lay exhausted on the bed, my destroyed boipussy twitching, feeling so empty and still hungry for more. "Well boys,it looks like its time for big Jake to have his way with this little skank" Clarence said to the gang, "think she's ready?" Jake stood up, all 14" of glorious uncut cock throbbing and dripping, the syringe with my next booTy bump in his hands. "Ready or not, here I come..." To be continued!!! Hey guys, If you liked my story and want to hear more installments of my Sissy adventures, let me know. Be sure to let me know any if there are any ideas you would like to share, situations or fantasies I can weave into my story. Anyway, enjoy, and let me know if you want more!!!

Part 1; I'm a 23 year old neg sex pig, and today was no exception, I was feeling fucking horny as HELL. So, into the shower, wash, and a real thorough douche of my sweet round ASS that I am very proud of, I should be, I work it out regularly enough, then, off I went to my usual sauna haunt. Ben was on the counter. - Hey Ben, how ya doing? - Hey Ollie. GREAT thanks. How are you mate? - I'm doing very good thanks. Too fucking Horny though. - Really. What brings you here then ... He said, being silly We both laughed. I paid my entrance. Given the usual locker key, and towel, and off to the locker area I went. BUT, today was different than usual. A guy in full Leather Gear (Chaps, Boots, and a Leather Waistcoat) was lurking around, drinking a Beer. He was also wearing a Cock-Ring that housed a massive bulging with veins erection. What made this look even HOTTER, was, he was skinny, gaunt, yellow, and a big Bio-Hazard tattoo above his naval. This Man screamed Danger. He screamed Death. BUT FUCK, I was already intoxicated! I found my locker, and got undressed and out of the corner of my eye I could see DANGER Man just staring! I locked up, wrapped my towel around me, and went to walk to the spa when I heard . - OI, cunt, stop right there!!! He kinda startled me, and part of me was saying to myself, 'fucking walk Olllie', a natural reaction I guess if the brain senses danger. BUT, as said, I was already intoxicated. So I froze. He came up from behind, and ripped my towel off letting it fall to the ground. - FUCK Yeah. One peachy round ASS! He slapped each cheek hard, then he parted them, spat on his fingers, and made my CUNT wet. He then inserted a finger. I gasped. - Sweet Jesus. You are one super tight Bitch! Right, get ya towel back on, and come with me to my private cabin. I am your very own private AIDS Daddy for the afternoon. I got my towel back on, and started following him as he walked off. I was filled with utter Fear. Yet, I was filled with an immense erotic intense excitemenT ?☣️?

I have already commented a couple of times here. I agree with this post here from tboyer. Talk about pozzing and keep the poz conversations going. You have talked with him already and he seemed kind`a open to it. He just might be asking you to stop taking your meds. for a while sooner then you think.

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The married versatile worker returns Or rather I returned to him. Before we met, he asked me to download some bb three some, dp and group porn. When I arrived he tried to play the videos from the pc to the tv. It lasted only few minutes, but was a bit annoying, because I wanted to fuck. Yesterday I wore my jocks at the beginning, because he said to see my cock made him bottom. So when he pulled down my jocks, I guessed I had to bareback him. He sucked me as a sucker master I was rock hard. Then he turned around and showed me his awesome ass. I was eating his ass long, I fucked his hole with my tongue. When itbwas slippery I took my cock which was fortunately still hard. He said I hade to fuvk because my nickname (which is actually the same as here). So fucked him as I could. I tried to do my best. He was moanig loud so I did a good job. Unfortunately I couldn’t cum, my bottom cock was getting tired. Then he pushed me onto the bed and without licking and lubricants took his cock my hole. It was so suddenly, I had just time to grab my poppers and took sniffs. He fucked me for ten minutes. Then he started to moan really loud, held me strong and he was getting harder and faster till I felt his huge load in my ass. He drawn out hus cock, some jism streamed back. Both of us were exhausted. We watched a porn, five dudes were fucking bb. It was exciting. I was sniffing poppers and watching the porn I was rock hard again. He offered me his ass. And Fucked him hard. I couldn’t cun, so I finished. After a while I starting to jerk and had an intense orgasm. To sum, this worker was a magician. I am bottom. I fuck rarely as a top. But I fucked a guy, four times in 24 hours

I am a 51 yr old bottom and do my best to keep in shape as best possible. I do lunges and leg exercises to keep my ass as firm as possible. Work out several times a week to stay relatively fit. It seems like the “daddy” term is popular with all ages of gays. At first, I didn’t want to think of myself old enough to be considered a daddy but as the grey hair took over I had no choice but to accept it. Over the last few years, I have gotten more cock (young & old) than I did 10 years ago! From guys in their mid 20s to my age, many guys want some of daddy’s hot hairy ass. (Don’t mean to brag.) I have lowered my standards from when I was younger. If a guy doesn’t want me because of my age, I don’t personalize it and move on. Confidence, regardless of age/body/looks, it always a turn on IMO. As others suggested put yourself in situations like Cum Union or sex parties, bath houses, public parks or other places that make you an available piece of ass now. Guys that want to drop their load and have limited time will fuck (almost) anyone.

The majority of my fucks are done anon in some way so doggy works best for public (parks, restrooms) and also face down/ass in air (hotels, bath houses). The big turn on for me with doggy is it makes it much more transactional and less emotional. A top needs a hole to unload into and I am the lucky slut that gets it. My job is to ensure he gets his release. If I’m in a situation where I have time and it’s more than blow & go I like to end in missionary. I like to grab the ass of my breeder and pull it toward me as he’s thrusting. Also, I like see the look of pleasure on his face as he deposits his seed in me. Usually after the top comes I clamp down with my ass muscles to squeeze every drop of his cum in my ass.

I pretty much exclusively play with older men 50+! Regardless of whether they are tops or bottoms they are usually great times. I am 27 and my partner is 65

I guess I am lucky. When I moved from a big city to a small town a few years ago I thought my sex life would be more or less over. As a bottom in his 50s I didn't think there would be much demand. Was I wrong! There have been more than enough guys who wanted to fuck "Daddy". From 20 to 60yo. Especially the younger guys surprised me. Now I have two regular fuckbuds, one in his 40s and one 50s guy, the latter one with the sex drive of a much younger guy keeping my hole pretty busy. And a few young ones who stop by on occasion (for a blowjob or fuck) every few weeks or so. And I hope a mid 30s guy who I just met becomes a regular too ? I have more action now than my last few years in the big city.

I'm 53. Most of my sexual activity has been with escorts. You can get what you want, the way you want it. Being blind, it makes thingseasier. When I do go to bathhouses, I, of course, can't see guys give me signals, and many are afraid to approach me. So, guys, if you see a short, blind guy with a white cane, at least say hi to me. I'd love to hook up with a guy in his early 20s, top or bottom. I guess I may be too picky also. I'm afraid of being injured. That's one reason I like bathhouses. Strangely, I feel safer there. I've got people around if something bad happens. Men are always friendly and helpful there, just not interested. Whether truly not interested or scared, I'm not sure. Remember, my eyes don't work well, but my mouth, ass and dick do.

Part 6; My son and I returned home after a wonderful meal with his Mother. A fantastic woman who gave me two bundles of joy, giving me the privilege to be a very proud Father. My son and I had played this game before, so, we both purposely left enough of both of our meals and took 'doggy bags' home to keep a hungry pup fed! Tonight's left over offerings was a mixture of mash spuds, rice, grilled veggies, T-Bone steak, and lamb shank. We gave the waitress strict instructions that when preparing the doggy bag that both meats were to be left on their respective bones! I unlocked the door and my new fuck-pup was lying on his side. I barked; ... 'GET up on all 4's pig. Master has a special present for you' That seemed to have roused him from a sleep ... 'Eh, wha ... where am I? ... Oh, yeah' 'GET up on all 4's pig. Master has a special present for you' 'Yes Master' He did as he was told. 'Fuck Dad, what an ASS. One of if not the best I've ever seen. And that's saying something being an utter Gym-Whore' Not only was he a Gym-Whore, he also has played Rugby since a wee tyke, and continues to this day, playing for our local county. Hence, he has a broad, well built stocky build! I took the pup from his cage / sleeping quarters, and led him onto the rubber sheet covered mattress, facing side-ways to the sling that was opposite. I wanted the best view, of course! My Son got undressed. Clearly already aroused, big solid rock-hard Dick. And he fucked like a straight bloke, no lube, just stuck it right in. 'OwwwCh, that hurt's, can you please stop for a moment. Please stop' My Son was like his old Man, if he was enjoying something, he'd continue doing it. So, he didn't stop, and intermittently kept slapping the firm pert ASS he was ploughing. And due to his fitness level he had the stamina to power fuck for prolonged periods. The pup was now crying through his blindfold ... 'Can we please take a break. You're really hurting me' I knelt in front of his face, slapping it, and spitting on it ... - Shut the fuck up. Do you know how lucky you are to have my stud of a son fucking your tight neg cunt - Sorry Master, but it really does hurt. Can't he just stop for a moment, please - You really do have to stop with the fucking whining, Jesus! You have a lot to learn still. You will learn in time that a true sub NEVER complains! I put foam earplugs into his ears, to deprive his senses even further, already not being able to see. And a ball-gag in his mouth, then spat and slapped his face again ... 'Stupid fucking cunt' I lay in the sling, and lit up a joint with high quality weed, kicked back, and enjoyed the show. I know, let's give my mate Dan a call, he'd appreciate this. And maybe he'd like to join in the FUN tomorrow nighT. He has been poz since 1987; A fully blown viral Beast! - Hey Dan buddy, it's Alan, how ya doing. - Hey Alan, not too bad. How are things with you mate? - Great! Nasty as ever. We've got a right live-wire here mate. A new sub in training, being fucked by my boy as we speak. Just to loosen him up before I poz him, as ya do. - You gonna knock him up later tonight then? - Nah. I've had a few teething problems with this one, so, he's in the cage tonight. Still needs teaching manners and respect! Doing the deed tomorrow nighT. Wanna come over and join in the FUN? - Aaaaaaah, I'd love to, but it's me Ma's Birthday dinner. - Oh yeah. Do give my love to Sandra, and give her my Birthday wishes. - Will do. - How's the health Dan? - Aaaaah, not great, I've had Gonnorhoea for a few weeks now. Not got around to getting it treated. And seem to be much more tired than usual. Must have enjoyed that Tina / Fist party that little bit too much a few weeks back. - When is your next clinic appointment? - Next Tuesday. - Good. You can get yourself sorted, and checked out then. Speak soon yeah. Take care buddy. - Thanks Alan mate. Bye. So, Dan wouldn't be cumming tomorrow nighT. BUT, if you like the sound of him, don't fear, he WILL be turning up further into this story ?? I continued puffing, watching my Son fuck the living brains out of my pup, as he continued to whimper. 'Oh FUCK YEEEES, I'm getting close' 'Go on Son, shoot ya neg load up his nasTy hole' My Son's 'power fucking' stepped up a notch, into 'Demon fucking', my favourite! Within a few minutes he started grunting like a wild beast, took one final thrust, and held onto the pups hips, unloading his hot cum. A few minutes spent, he knelt in front of the pup, took the ball-gag out, and demanded he be sucked clean. As the pup got to work I rammed the Beagle puppy tail into his cunT!

I’m a negative vers/top who prefers fucking poz bottoms raw. Mostly undetectable bottoms, but one was newly poz and waiting for the fuck flu before getting tested.

I was molested growing up. Started sucking around 6, fucked when I was 11. Honestly I never thought bad about it because I felt good.

Woke I awoke Saturday morning with a splitting headache and a dry mouth. I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Travis sleeping soundly by my side, and the clouds in my mind cleared quickly: My ass was sore. This man, who’s not my husband, fucked me last night. Bare. To completion. And he’s HIV+. Fuck--what have I done, I thought. I began to sweat, as the gravity of my fuckup hit me. And then my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I rolled over to look and saw it was my husband Brad calling. “Hey baby!” I answered with a somewhat hoarse tone. “Hah – hey lover” he said, “you sound rough. How was your night on the town with our boys?” “Oh, it was pretty fun I guess,” I responded half-heartedly. “Not too eventful.” And then I felt my jock strap snapped from behind and Travis’s hands on my ass. I clinched my gluten as an attempt to indicate the touch wasn't welcome. He inched his naked body closer to mine anyway. I’d awoken the big dicked, skinny stranger with this phone call, and it was apparent he wasn’t going to make chatting with Brad easy. Travis parted my ass cheeks with his hands as I tried to ignore him and pay attention to Brad, and then Travis inserted his first finger. As he began his single finger fuck of my tight hole, the fact that his poz spunk was still buried in me was on the forefront of my mind. And then a second finger slid in alongside the first. I grimaced. And then a third finger made its way inside me. In any other situation I would have yelped in pain, but I remained silent for Brad. “What you up to today?” Brad asked, as Travis began assaulting my fuck chute with his callused fingers. He worked my hole, shoving his digits in and out, twisting them with each entry. Occasionally I felt his finger nails scraping against my tender anus wall. It was all I could do not to make an audible response to the act. And yet, my dick began to harden. “Not totally sure. Probably just laying low. How about you –- are the meetings going well?” I asked as I felt Travis’s whiskers on my neck, kissing me, sucking on my jugular. I would certainly have a hickey from this. I lost track of the conversation as I was focused on not reacting to the man molesting me from behind. As Brad began going over the list of colleagues who were getting on his nerves, Travis withdrew his fingers. I then felt his dick being guided up and down my ass crack, leaving a slimy trail of precum. “Fuck no, surely he’s not gonna try to fuck me now?” I thought to myself as I tried to move away toward the edge of the bed. But as Brad continued the monologue against his coworkers, the tip of Travis’s monster cock found my hole. Travis’s arm wrapped around me to hold me close, and I had no option but to grit my teeth and accept the entry of his big dick. Travis wasn’t in the moment for romance or to be gentle: he wanted to mark his bitch. He wanted me to get caught. He wanted to claim me as his own. He wanted to emasculate Brad. He slammed his mostly dry cock deep in me. I winced and fought the urge to scream. It hurt like hell. He withdrew most of his shaft from me and then thrust forward into my body again. And again. And again. Brad then started talking about recent discussions with his family about summer vacation plans. I was successfully masking the intrusion into our marriage by remaining quiet, with occasional banter to keep the conversation going (things like “oh wow,” and “that’s great”). Travis pulled my hair as his fuck pace increased. He wanted to cum in me before Brad hung up the phone. I instinctively ground my ass backwards into him, enabling his dick to go deeper and deeper inside me. My own dick was now throbbing and was leaking precum onto our sheets. Brad took hold of my cock and began stroking it in rhythm with his pounding of my hole. My breath was becoming short. Travis was close. I was getting close. Travis picked up his pace. Brad began to wonder about the change in my breathing. “Everything ok there?” “Yeah” I said, thinking quickly and seeing the dog bed in the corner, “Molly and I are playing tug of war with her chewey. Sorry lover, go on.” Brad continued speaking, until finally Travis slammed his body into mine and let out a guttural sound. “unnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh.” Another batch of his poz dna had been injected deep inside me. “Oh fuck” I said, and then recovered “Brad, I gotta take Molly out now. Can I call you back later babe?” “ummm – ok? Sure. " He said, unsure of what was happening on my end of the phone. " Have a great day lover and call me back later!” Brad said as we ended the call. With his dick still pulsing out poison sperm into my ass, Travis jerked my dick until I began spurting my neg cum onto the sheets. “Your pussy of a husband will never fuck you again, slut. Mark my words, slut. You’re mine.”

You can use my hole for that

PART 12 As my breathing returned to normalcy and my heart rate slowly came down a little from my fuck high, the guilt started to come back. Three times now. Three loads of hiv cum I have in me now, in less than a week. What was I doing? Why? And even the answer to those questions left me troubled. I did it cuz it felt so good. I did it because after the times when sex had felt wrong or incomplete, it had all of a sudden been all consuming, the hottest experience of my life. Tom was like some sex god that brought out this need. I couldn’t stop thinking of the intense sense that I needed to get fucked - that I desperately needed to get fucked. And the only part I didn’t get is why I had also discovered how much I didn’t just want bareback sex, I wanted Tom to cum in me. He had offered to pull out even. I had asked him not to, even when I knew he was HIV positive. As Tom lay next to me, I think he sensed some kind of battle going on in my head. “What’s my sexy boy thinking about? He has a serious look all of a sudden,” he said gently. What did I say? I tried to think of some way to gloss over it all. Or joke. But then I just thought maybe he was the one guy I could actually talk to about it. “Tom, I don’t know... it’s just, well, until a week ago I was very careful when having sex. But when I met you it just happened so fast. I just ... it’s feels so good when you fuck me, but I am scared about HIV. Like every time, it just feels so good and I get so carried away and want you to cum in me. And...” I fumbled off. He was silent for a moment and then he looked at me and again in a gentle voice said, “So yeah, it has been a big week for you. Lots of firsts. This is a little complicated because I don’t want to tell you what to do here. But I do have some observations. I have been actively gay for many many years and have been with many bottoms. There are 'types' of bottoms. You are the type I call a total bottom, the kind of bottom who cums just from getting fucked. Total bottoms don’t just want to get fucked, they to get fucked. Now, I don’t normally meet guys your age anymore, so I didn't consider your relative inexperience, but then you weren’t completely inexperienced either. Last night and today, knowing I'm HIV positive, you came here. I didn’t chase you down. You came here presumably because the sex felt so good you needed more. For some people, the risk of HIV or living with it is worth it, because the need is so important.” I just nodded as he continued, “Another observation sexy boy, I gave you the choice. I offered to pull out. But you didn’t want me to. Why? Same thing: the need. I can see you fighting it and some guys fight it harder than others. But from my observation, most guys who start taking it bareback don’t stop, finding bareback sex addictive. For example, how would you answer these two questions? Can you imagine going back to using condoms and never feeling what we feel when we are having raw sex like we just did? And can you imagine never having the sensation and knowledge that another mans cum is coating your guts?” The last part Tom said in an exceptionally low and sexy voice. I was already getting hard again. He was so good at pushing my boundaries. I knew it would continue to cause me guilt and that it would take a while to come to terms with - if I ever could, but still what he had said, so much made sense even right then. I hadn’t been able to stay away for even a week. And I did it knowingly and even asked for his cum. And the part that made me braver and feel gulltier at the same time was this, I already wanted him to fuck me again. And I was totally already thinking of his cum shooting into me again. HIV loadnumber four, it would be. I looked down and the talk had had an effect on him too. I didn’t know fully what I wanted to say and knew at some point I would want to talk some more about it, but in the meantime I had something on my mind. And the need totally was overpowering the risk. “Tom, can you... will you cum in me again? Please?” I whispered. Tom just grinned and then leaned into mine and kissed me. I felt his hard cock poking into my torso, and knew I wouldn’t have to wait long to get what I needed.

PART 10 　 The next day was a short day of work, done by noon. As soon as I could get there, I went to the park, again, I just plainly and simply needed more cock in me and it was a terrible need. Worse than any itch I had ever had before. Upon pulling into the parking area, I immediately through off most of my clothes, leaving me in shorts and T-shirt only that I had worn under my regular work clothes. I got out of the car and headed down the path to that clearing and was hoping for action very soon there. 　 I had brought along a blanket, which I proceeded to spread on the ground. As soon as I had in smoothed out and ready, I took off my shorts and shirt, leaving myself totally naked and laid down on the blanket. 　 I had only laid down for a few minutes when I heard a low whistle behind me. I looked over my shoulder and a man was approaching me, stripping off his clothes as he came. He was soon between my legs and with no preliminaries, he just lifted my legs up over his shoulders and rammed his already hard cock into my hole. It felt like he ripped me wide open. Then with hardly a pause as he bottomed out, he started fucking me fast and hard. He told me I looked like the guy he was told to watch for and he was going to dump a nice hot poz load up my ass soon. Then I felt his cock vibrate and spray my insides with his cum. He had only lasted about 3 minutes, but as he pulled his cock out of me, I noticed there were about 4 more guys standing around and all naked and hard. As he got up off of me, another took his place and then another and another. I was really enjoying this. My own cock exploded all over me about the third guy and then again, after a fifth guy was doing me. My hole was overflowing with toxic cum and I was loving every second of it.

Fuck, that WAS a GREAT story - almost blew a load here reading this!

Since you guys are in a relationship and have bonded on a different level I think you should discuss this before going ahead with it. This could be something so beautiful if done properly. If he were some random fuckbud that knows your status then I would say knock him up. But this could be an amazing bond between the two of you. I fantasize often about knowing and loving my gifter and am pretty sure many others do as well. BBRT- fucknfeedme

Part 8 I watched as Mr. Jackson tied off Elijah's arm and put the needle in his vein, pushing the plunger. I knew the burning rush my brother experienced as he started to cough violently, phlegm spewing from his open mouth. The next man didn't hesitate and rammed his big, black cock right into my brothers cunt. Elijah didn't scream as loud this time, and was soon grunting and moaning at the thrusts. "Good boy," Mr. Jackson praised Elijah. "It might not take as long to train you as I thought. Straight boys usually are harder to break, but not impossible. Not like your faggot brother." Elijah just shook his head no frantically, trying to deny the dark desires building in his soul. The man fucking him buried his cock balls deep as he filled my brothers cunt with another load of cum. The other Two men took their turns on my brother as I sat and watched the entire ordeal. My own cock was hard the whole time I watched my brothers rape. This was not lost on Mr. Jackson. He guided me to my brothers head and pushed my cock into his mouth. "Fuck his mouth Jacob!" He ordered me. I just grabbed my brothers hair like the other man had done, and rammed my hard cock into my brothers throat. Elijah wined out his protest, but could do nothing to stop me. I jammed my dick in and out of his mouth. "That's it Jacob, feed your brother your little dick. Make him learn that his new life as a whore is to take any cock he's told to. Even his brothers! Feed him your cum boy. Make him swallow your incestuous seed!" Mr. Jackson's words brought me over the edge and I pumped my cum down Elijah's throat while tears of shame ran down his cheeks. After the men had all seeded my brothers new cunt, Mr. Jackson grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face into my brothers red, swollen, dripping hole. "Eat that hole faggot!" He demanded. "Suck all that juice out of him." I felt slightly naseaus and I looked at the brown slime streaked with red that oozed from my brother, but had no choice. Mr. Jackson held my face tight against his hole, and I obediently licked and sucked as best I could, cleaning my brothers ass. When he felt it was sufficient, he pulled me away and tossed me on the floor. "Well gentlemen," said Mr. Jackson, time to take our new whore to the bath house. The sling awaits." A little over two hours later, we were back in the city in a little room in the baths. Mr. Jackson had Elijah on the bed, his arms and ankles tied over his head so his ass was sticking up and exposed. "I'm not wasting any time with this one," Mr. Jackson told one of the men that had come with us. "We're going to break him tonight! He's gonna get so fucked up and fucked, his new pussy will never be the same. But that's what his new owner wants, and I'm happy to oblige!" Elijah looked up with fear as Mr. Jackson took a bottle with an eyedropper and forced it between his lips, squirting some liquid into his mouth. Then he took a syringe that had no needle and inserted it into Elijah's ass. "A little G, and a little K to start the night off!" He chuckled. I just watched my brother as his eyes unfocused and his body dropped. "We'll just let that settle in before he gets his shot. And it's going to be a huge one. He's going to be tweaked out of his mind!" Mr. Jackson friend just played with Elijah's hole, sliding two, then three fingers in and out. Elijah just lay there like he was in a coma. "Pussy's getting nice and loose!" said the man. "He should be ready soon." Mr. Jackson just grabbed my arm and tied it off. "Can't forget about you slut. Your brother may be the main attraction tonight, but you'll still get plenty of action." The now familiar prick and rush told my cunt He was right. Elijah moved and moaned slightly as his ass was fingered. "Ok, it's time." said Mr. Jackson as he tied off his arm and stuck the needle in. "How much you giving him?" the man asked. ".8" Mr Jackson grinned. "That should send him too the moon." He released the band and my brother convulsed as he violently coughed. Mr. Jackson barely waited for him to stop before he was dragging Elijah down the hallway toward his doom. The man and I followed and I watched, slightly jealous as my brother was put into the sling and buckled down. He had barely been put in there when the first guy approached. He was an old guy, skinny, but had a pot belly. He just grabbed my brothers thighs and started fucking him. Elijah moaned like a whore. Mr. Jackson smiled at this. "He will make his new owner very happy." The rest of the night was a blur. I watched man after man fuck my brother, every one shooting his cum deep into the willing hole. Mr. Jackson kept me by his side to clean off the cocks after they pulled out. Plenty of men fucked me as well, but my brother got the most of it. And the more he got, the more he moaned and begged for it. As the night went on, men started to put their fists in him, sticking their arms deep up inside. Elijah just continued to moan and pant like a whore. Someone even took a baseball bat and rammed it into his flaming red gash. When they pulled it out, my brothers asshole was big and red and puffy. "That's a rosebud," Mr. Jackson explained to me. "That's the inside of his asshole sticking out. The mark of a true whore!" Eventually the night wound down, and Elijah was let out of the sling. We had to help carry his exhausted body back to our little room where he collapsed on the bed. We all rested there for a while before heading out into the bright morning sun.