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1. Questionnaires James woke up to hear his phone chiming. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. He was in his apartment, but he didn't remember coming back. He tried to move, and discovered every muscle in his body was sore. Painfully, he reached down. His stomach was sticky with sweat and lube, and his dick was soft and limp. Bit of the night started to return to him. Conrad fucking him, as he begged Conrad to stop. Strangers fucking him as he cried in agony. Conrad laughing as he whimpered in pain. He had been nothing to these men, and they treated him like the faggot he was. He reached around, and gingerly explored his asshole with a finger. It was tender. He gasped, and learned that his throat was as sore as his asshole. Another memory returned. This time, his head was off the side of a bed, and a thick black cock was buried in his throat. It was deep enough that it choked off his oxygen. He had tried to push it away; that only got his arms tied down. He was shivering now, not so much cold as he was terrified. Conrad lived only a few doors down. He couldn't stop remembering the sound of Conrad's laugh. When he had gagged, Conrad had just laughed that much harder. Finally, he forced himself to look at the phone. The message was from Mitchell. "Audition for you tomorrow. I'll e-mail details." James tried to speak. He could barely get out a word, his throat was so sore. There was no way he could audition tomorrow in his current state. "Really bad sore throat," he wrote back. "Can barely talk." "Let me see what I can do," Mitchell texted back. James tried to stretch out his muscles; he found new areas of tenderness. There were bruises on his wrist, where he had struggled against the restraints. He had been blindfolded; the man fucking his hole had paused. The unknown man whispered in his ear. "Turns me on. Watching you struggle like that." He tried to forget what had happened next. "I want you to see my doctor," Mitchell texted. "14:00," he said, and gave an address. James looked at his phone. It was already 12:30. He forced himself out of bed, forcing himself to ignore the pain. He took a shower, and washed away the accumulated sweat, lube, spit, and cum. He felt a bit better, until he looked in the mirror. There were some light bruises on his face; he couldn't remember when he had gotten them. A further exploration of his body revealed some welts on his ass, and bruises around his ankles as well. He was numb. He hated himself, hated what he felt, hated that he had let it happen to him. He put on his clothes, and called an Uber. The office was a nondescript building in a nondescript commercial district. He went to the second floor office and walked in. There were four seats in the waiting area, only one was occupied by a muscular older man. He went to the receptionist. He was a slim Latino, and James found himself imagining the possibilities with the older man and Latino. "Hi. I'm Jim, James," he said, catching himself. The receptionist looked up; he had a thick, trimmed beard. James stuttered for a moment. "I've, I've, I've got an appointment." "Oh yes. Mitchell had booked it." He pulled out a clipboard and handed it to him. "Can you just fill this out before the doctor sees you?" He motioned for James to take a seat. As James sat across from the bearded older man, he looked him over. He was good looking, and there was an unmistakable bulge in his jeans. Unfortunately, the man caught him staring, and smiled. James quickly glanced away and sat down. James tried to focus on the questionnaire, despite feeling the man's eyes on him. He read the first question. "In the past 48 hours, how many sexual partners have you had?" There were two columns of answers, one labeled "Receptive" and "Insertive." For each, there were just four options, "None," "One," "Two," and "Three or more." James circled his answers. "Three or more" for getting fucked, and none at all for fucking. He moved on to the next questions. "What forms of safer sex did you use, if any." Again, there were options, but only one applied to James. "None." James started on the next question, "What of the following have you done in the past six months?" He started to check off some of the options. He had used "party drugs," as the survey put it. He had sex with strangers. He had been restrained. The last one made him cause. "Sex without your consent (Raped)." He remembered how he had begged Conrad to stop. He remembered how Conrad had laughed. "I need to cum," he said. "That's all you need to worry about." His ass throbbed at the memory; he wasn't sure if he was horrified or aroused by it. He checked the box. But before he could go to the next page, the door opened, and two men walked out. He immediately recognized Tiago; this time in a shirt and tie, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope. He was followed by a young black man. He was wearing black pants and under the blue polo shirt, James could see the muscles ripple with each move. "I wondered if it was you," Tiago said. Tiago smiled, and James knew that even if his memory of the time with Tiago was fuzzy, Tiago's memory was crisp and clear. "This is my intern, Fabien," he said, introducing the young man next to him. He was at most a year or two older than James. James went to stand up; he realized he was about six inches taller than Fabien. "Don't worry," Tiago said. He turned to Fabien. "You want to finish up the questionnaire with him?" "Sure," Fabien said. He took the clipboard, and read the answers. He turned to James. "All bottom, huh?" "Yeah," James stammered. He tried not to meet Fabien's eyes. He had all the answers right in front of him. "And all bareback, too?" Fabien asked. Tiago was standing, watching, nodding his head. James caught the stranger staring at him, and smiling. He adjusted his dick in his jeans; James could see the stranger's cock was massive. "Yeah," James stammered. He didn't want this interview to happen where anyone could see it. "You said drugs," Fabien continued. "Which ones?" Fabien wasn't even trying to keep his voice down. Even the Latino receptionist had stopped shuffling papers, and was listening. "Uh..." The entire room was focused on him. "Weed?" Fabien asked. James nodded. "GHB?" James nodded again. "Tina?" James nodded a third time. He couldn't stand to look at the stranger again, much less Fabien or Tiago. "Anything else?" He remembered Conrad telling him to snort something. "He called it vitamin K?" "That's a bunch," Fabien said. He looked at the clipboard. His eye fell on the last one. "Let's go back," he said, turning to Tiago. "Yeah," he said. "Let's go," Tiago said, helping James to his feet. "We can talk more." As the two men led James back to an examination room, James heard the stranger ask the receptionist. "You've got his number, right?" "Hell yeah," the receptionist said, as the Fabien shut the door.

My Boy’s Double Breeding My boy and I love to share his holes with other guys, preferably raw. I just love seeing other guy’s breed him, especially if we know that they’re POZ or didn’t stop to ask their status. I’d say I’m there nearly every time he takes a stranger’s load, but he surprised me one day last summer with some fresh cum dripping out of his ass after a run. My boy went out for his jog one Saturday morning. He was gone a bit longer than usual. I’d planned on having breakfast ready when he got back, but he seemed to be taking a while. I knew I shouldn’t be worried, so I didn’t bother texting him. I figured I’d finish the eggs when he got back while he was showering off. About twenty minutes later, my boy came in the front door, panting, grinning, and dripping with sweat. His shirt was tucked into the back of his spandex shorts and I gave him a big hug and a kiss on his sweaty lips. He melted into me, moaning. I slid my hands down to his ass and he pulled away and winked. As he headed to the bathroom, he looked back and me and grabbed his shirt, revealing his shapely buns in their spandex. I saw a dark streak in the crack of his shorts. I raised my eyebrow and followed him to the shower. He stripped down and showed me his sexy ass, spreading his cheeks. As he bent over the edge of the tub, I saw a glob of cum ooze out of his puffy hole. My boy was proud of himself. I leaned forward and lapped it up. ‘Fresh cream?’ He giggled and moaned as I lapped at his slutty freshly fucked hole. Turns out, he’d taken a different route through the park today and saw a handsome stranger leaning against a tree. He told me everything as I ate his cummy hole. He made an extra loop and passed by the man again, this time with a buddy standing together. When he ran by again, he pulled his shirt up over his head and slowed down, sliding his hands down his tight abs into his shorts. One of the guys winked and gestured to the bushes. My boy ran a few steps ahead of them and leaned against a tree, pulling his shorts down below the cleft of his ass. Without even looking around, one guy whipped a big hard cock out and slid right in, raw. The other guy was whispering filthy things, ‘take that raw dick, slut!’ ‘You want that load, don’t you?’ My boy just moaned approval. The other guy had whipped his dick out too, and my boy saw a telltale biohazard tattoo peeking out of his pubes as he jerked off. The wanker was about to cum, but the guy pounding my boy didn’t want to stop, so he aimed his dick at my boy’s lower back and shot his load where gravity would deliver it to its rightful home. The extra lube and fucking that POZ load was too much for the top stranger to take and he fired his load deep into my boy’s ass. Before my boy could catch his breath, the men were gone. My boy tucked his shirt into his pants to cover the seed oozing out of him and headed right back to me, eager to share his fresh deposits. I got so hot I couldn’t help but spit some of the cum I’d been savoring in my mouth onto my dick and jammed myself into my boy’s freshly bred hole. It only took me a few moments to add my load to those already simmering in his guts. We showered together and ate breakfast. I knew next Saturday we’d go jogging together.

I sat there in my chair, one of many arranged in a circle in some badly lit room at the community support center. 19 years old, 5’6”, dirty blond shaggy hair and 120 pounds of barely even muscled twink. The counselor thanks the last guy for sharing his traumatic experience and motions for me to stand and introduce myself. I stand and clear my throat. “Err hi? My names Tom, I’m 19 and I guess I’m here to talk about what happened to me last month…” One month earlier I’d had sex with guys before but I was always the top, until I let my best friend fuck me earlier this year. It changed everything. If I had known that bottoming was so great I would have done in years ago and if my friends 4 inch dick could feel that good I wanted something bigger and better. I bought myself a plastic vibrator and a bottle of amyl, it got deeper much deeper than my friend but somehow just wasn’t the same. After reading a lot of sex stories online I decided what I needed was to go to a bathhouse, the hottest stories were over guys roughly taking dick after dick, I jerked it multiple times over the bareback stories but I wasn’t going to risk anything like that. I wasn’t out as gay yet so I needed a place I wouldn’t get caught out, after checking squirt for a good place to go, I found a sauna that looked fairly discreet and one or two guys mentioned stealth in the comments. Seemed like the best place to go unnoticed. 3 hours later after a deep clean, I nervously walked up to the 4 story matte black building, pushed open the large red door and made my way upstairs. The man behind the glass window looked me up and down before asking for ID, after giving me another look he passed it back. ‘Room or locker? Lockers $15 and rooms $40, first time?’ ‘Uhh yeah, do I need a room?’ The guy smirked, ‘no you don’t NEED a room but it makes things easier’. I just shrugged and pulled out $40. ‘I’ll take a room then’ The guy gave me a key and towel and buzzed me through. ‘Find your locker and strip off, towels only past the locker room and your rooms on level 3 kid’, he called as the door closed behind me. The room smelt like the locker room at high school except for the addition of the amyl smell I’d come to know so well. I made my way through the dimly lit locker room and after copping a few odd glances and slap on the ass, I found my locker and started to strip off. Even the years or PE at high school never got me over the embarrassment of undressing in front of so many other guys. I definitely never got so many blatant stares as I stripped off my briefs and quickly wrapped myself in my towel. Clutching my towel around my waist in one hand and the bottle of amyl in the other, I followed a guy through the only other door in the locker room and into room with what looked like two hot tubs and a raised glass walled platform between them lined with showers so you could see the guys showering from the outside, beyond that both a wooden door marked SAUNA and a frosted door marked STEAM. I must have stopped walking as I noticed one guy with his hands on the shower glass as another fucked him from behind as a guy tapped me on the shoulder and asked in my ear, ‘First time kid?’ I made a girlish noise as I was shocked out of my staring, earning a few laughs from other guys in the room as I turned and looked at the guy. He was 6’1”, black and muscled with tattoos up his firm arms, chest and stomach, a guy straight from one of my favorite stories and very close. I don’t know how my face felt so hot when so much blood was rushing elsewhere. ‘Y…yeah, first time’. Holding up the key around my wrist like an idiot. The black god before me chuckled at my awkwardness and pushed my hand down after giving the key tag a glance, ‘Well how about I show you around and help you find your room? You look a bit nervous’. Putting his hand on the back on my shoulder and turning me towards the stairs, we were half way to across the tiled floor before it occurred to me to reply, my mind occupied with keeping the folds of my towel over the erection inside. ‘Thanks, that would help, um.. my names Tom’. ‘Nobody uses real names here kid, if you make the right impression someone might give you a name but otherwise we don’t care’ he said sternly as he half pushed me up the stairs. ‘Wet area back down there, dark rooms and glory holes on this level. You should check them out before we find your room, perfect for first timers.’ I nodded dumbly as he led me through the dim hall ways, my wide eyes drawn to the other guys walking past in towels, some over their shoulders, some with not a towel in sight. Coming up to a line of doors we stopped and he turned me to face him. ‘Ever sucked a cock kid?’. ‘Yeah a few’, nervousness twisting my stomach at the chance to suck the dick of such a hot guy. ‘Good, start in here’ He said opening a one of the doors to reveal a small dark booth with dim red bulb providing enough light to reveal a foot long slit cut in the wall about head height. ‘You need to calm down kid, lock yourself in here and suck some dick, you wanna stop being so nervous right? This will help, but you gotta give me your key and towel so I can take them up to your room’. It sounded reasonable so I stepped inside, unwrapping myself and handing over my key, towel and amyl. He refused the amyl saying, ‘No you wanna keep that, take long deep sniffs. Come on take one now, no not like a pussy, longer kid, until you can’t take in any more’. I did as I was told, my head and chest feeling hot and my head a little dizzy. ‘yeah that’s right, keep that shit up when you can and make sure you suck whatever comes through that hole, you’ll love it trust me. Lock the door and I’ll knock when I get back’. And the was gone, the door closing and leaving me in the dark space. With shaking fingers I latched the door and turned to see the door close in the other room and a barely lit crotch press up against the hole, I stepped up to the hole, swallowing the lump in my throat and gently took the hard shaft jutting from the wall. Berating myself for being such a pussy and reminding myself that this is the stuff I came for, like in the stories. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the guys cock. I started sucking and bobbing my head, hearing the guys on the other side moan and grunt his needs. ‘Yeah man’, ‘That’s good’ and ‘Watch the teeth’ before his cock throbbed and with a loud ‘Fuck yeah’ came in my mouth, 5 spurts and a gulp later, the cock pulled away and the guy left. Less than a minute later another man stepped into the booth, latched the door and stepped up to the slit. This guy was short but his cock was much longer. Taking hold of his shaft with both hand I began to stroke the biggest cock I’d even seen, marveling at the fact it was long enough to fill both my palms. ‘Stop fucking playing and suck it man’ He growled from the other side. Startled but turned on my the aggressive attitude I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking. ‘Come on take it deeper’. I tried to take more of his dick, but kept gagging every time he hit the back of my throat. I pulled away coughing, uncapping the amyl I took another deep sniff, the guys kneeling to look through the hole. ‘Shit man your young, yeah take another hit, that’s right. Come here and let’s see if you can take more’. By now my head was spinning as I recapped the bottle and stepped forward, the man on the other side reached through the slit and guided my head back to his dick, clutching a handful of hair on the back of my head and ramming it down my throat. I dropped the bottle and slammed my hands up against the divider, my forehead slamming up against the sides on the wooden slit as I gagged around the cock trying to force it’s way even deeper. My eyes watered as I tried to push back, the attempt just making the pain of pulled hair worse as he just gripped tighter. With a final shove, my chin pressed against his balls, my throat spasming around the guys member as I struggled to both breath and push away. ‘Fuck yeah, that’s more like it. Come on start sucking and breath through your fucking nose’. Using my hair for leverage he pulled my head back enough for me to suck in some air through my nose before forcing me back down to start gagging again, then repeated the action and setting up a rhythm. Hands pressed against the smooth black painted wood I struggled and gagged against the treatment, breathing when I could and tears running down my cheeks. The hair in his grip hurting with every pull but hurting less if I didn’t struggle against it, a constant string of verbal abuse getting more and more forceful as he worked himself closer to climax with my throat. ‘Yeah suck it faggot’, ‘Take my fucking dick’, ‘ Fucking gonna rape that throat’, ‘Gonna nut, take it cunt’. With 3 final sharp thrusts, not allowing me another breath he held my head down against the partition as his cock hardened further and throbbed, spewing his load down my throat. Desperate for air I started pounding on the wall, yet still he held me there, hard cock lodged down my throat until with a last throb he roughly pulled himself free and released my hair. I fell back and rolled over as a coughed and spluttered, his load running out my nose as I continued to cough and struggle to drawn in more air. Just then I heard a knock on the door and my guide called out, ‘Sounds like your done in there, come on out kid. I wanna show you the dark room’. To be continued..

The next one got a little long, so I broke it up into two parts... ------------ Paying Our Dues, Part 1 I kept walking by the dining table that now had a paper sack containing my prescription as a centerpiece. It was still stapled shut and the long receipt was folded and sitting alongside. Some days I would chuckle and doubt I would ever open it up and other times I'd remember what made me go on meds last time. "It wasn't time, yet" I told myself. A few nights after I had been down to Dragonboy's place I was sitting on the couch watching a really bad horror flick on TV. I'd smoked a few joints so it seemed a lot better than it really was. Funnier, anyway. In the movie, a cop jumped out of his squad car and started fighting the zombies. The cop immediately reminded me of Carlos. "Fuck!" I yelled out. If I put Carlos off much longer I was going to be hearing him knocking at the door. I grabbed my phone and sent a message off to collegeboy - "remember cop @ park?" It didn't take long and he replied "omg why". I sent back "remember deal?" "fuck" he answered. "u will b" I replied, chuckling and hoping he was the only one getting fucked. I rummaged around and found the card Carlos gave me when he caught us in the park. I had never bothered to look at it before and the only thing on it was an email address and a phone number. And maybe a cum stain or two. I picked up my phone and was about to call him but I realized I needed to know when collegeboy was going to be available. A few messages back and forth gave me some times he could meet up and satisfy Carlos. I dialed the number, not knowing what he really wanted. All I knew was that he hadn't forgotten and it was probably not a good idea to piss him off. It went to voicemail and I left a message - "Hey. This is Craig. You gave me your card and wanted to meet me and my buddy. Give me a call back and we can set something up." I left him my cell number and set the phone down. It didn't take long and I got a call back. He was light on the details but Thursday night at eight I was to be over at his place with collegeboy, ready for action. Over the next couple days I had a few messages from collegeboy who seemed to be getting more nervous each time. "I'll be there. I won't let anything get too far out of hand" I told him. I'd also told him to be prepared, since I knew Carlos could get pretty rough and he should show up all prepped to get fucked hard. We met down in the lobby and caught an Uber to the address Carlos gave me. It turned out to be a nice 3 flat on a quiet side street with a tall black wrought iron fence outlining a well manicured small front lawn. I pressed the buzzer for apartment 'A', and the lock buzzed a few seconds later letting us in. When we got to the front door, another lock buzzed and we walked into the vestibule and over to door 'A'. The door slowly opened and Carlos stood there in a pair of worn jeans and black military boots. It had been a while since I had seen him out of uniform and if anything he looked even better than last time. His chest was chiseled with a light dusting of hair over each pec. A tribal scorpion tattoo hid among the fur on his left pectoral and a thin trail of fur led down past a very defined six pack into his jeans. His biceps bulged and the muscles tapered down to his wrist. I knew of a few fisting bottoms that would love to feel that forearm inside them, but most guys would be lucky to take much past his wrist. "Both of you, strip" he said as the door closed. While I wasn't much for taking orders, this one was one I did obey. Collegeboy neatly folded his clothes and placed them on top of his shoes by the door. I did the same, but mine weren't so neat. We followed Carlos over to a door and down the stairs into the basement. The open area had been divided into three sections, a storage area at the back, an office set up for gaming in the middle and a large bedroom area in the front. Carlos led us to the bedroom area and once there I realized it wasn't a bedroom at all. It had a bed, yes, but also had a large cage, metal wire shelves lined one wall with numerous plastic containers on every shelf and several strong eyelets were screwed into the reinforced ceiling joists. "What's your name?" Carlos asked with his best cop voice while looking at collegeboy. "Tim, sir" collegeboy replied meekly. Over the past few years I had made it a point to not learn the names of my hookups. Their screen name or some other nickname I gave them was good enough to get by since I was trying to follow my "don't get too close" mantra. Dragonboycn had become dragonboy, odyssey2002 became collegeboy, etc. Here I was, getting another bit closer to collegeboy. At least it wasn't my choice to find out his real name. "On the bed, Tim. On all fours. You know the drill" Carlos said, a little softer this time. Collegeboy climbed on the bed which was covered in a rubber sheet. I imagined that not a lot of sleeping had been done on the bed, except from an exhausted bottom, and the rubber sheet made cleanup easy after getting coated in lube and various bodily fluids. Tim looked really sexy once he was in position, crouched down with his ass high and hanging off the edge with his head nearly flat on the sheet. I was distracted looking at Tim and didn't realize that Carlos had pulled a metal chair over near the bed. When I realized it was there, it was a good six to eight feet away from collegeboy and on an angle so you could see his whole profile. "Have a seat, pozzer" Carlos said to me. I took a glance back at the chair and sat down on the wood seat and realized that it was very heavy and sturdy. My gaze was still on Tim, wondering what Carlos had in mind. "Put your hands behind you" Carlos said, this time in a calm, soothing voice. Before I had realized what I had done, the click of the metal handcuffs told me I had just made a huge mistake. "Damn, that was easier than I thought it would be. Guess you can be a good subbie if you need to be. I'll remember that" Carlos said with a sneer. As I started to object, Carlos wrapped a velcro strap around my left ankle and the chair leg. I tried to fight him off with my one free leg, but it was a losing battle and soon he had my right leg strapped on the other front chair leg. "Fuck!" I muttered and Carlos looked back at me, quietly laughing. He let out a loud whistle and I heard some feet scampering down the steps. Looking over, a naked hispanic guy about collegeboy's age, with long hair in a ponytail came around the corner. The guy came closer and I could see him better in the dim light. He had a sturdy leather collar with a ring on the front around his neck and numerous tattoos all over his arms and chest, a few I recognized as gang markings. His body was slender with little of the muscle definition Carlos had. The tail reached over halfway down his back and he had multiple piercings in each ear. "Boots, Juan" Carlos barked out and the guy hurried over and was on his knee untying the boots Carlos was wearing. Once untied, each boot was carefully removed and then the pair was set over near the foot of the stairs. Carlos removed his jeans followed by some tight black trunks, handing both of them over to Juan. Juan folded both and then placed them on a chair near the boots. Carlos walked in front of me, stroking his semi-hard cock and stopped a few feet away. I remembered his cock - it was the thing that drew us together all those years ago. We had the same length, the same girth, and both of us were uncut with the foreskin overhanging just slightly. It was like we were fucking ourselves. I ended up fucking him more than he did me, but that's the way I wanted it. Once the novelty of feeling what my bottoms felt wore off, which was very quick, I realized I was strictly a top. Carlos looked at Juan and pointed at a spot next to me on the floor. "Kneel, boy" he commanded and Juan did exactly as he asked - kneeling on the floor with his hands held behind his back with imaginary cuffs. "Here's how this is gonna go. I'm gonna fuck your boy. Or is it boyfriend? I never pegged you for being a relationship kind of fag, but you two looked so cute jogging together over to the bushes to fuck, so maybe you are" he said. Carlos paused and then continued "Just like every guy in this city, I'm horned up and haven't been getting much other than nailing Juan here almost every day. I've pumped hundreds of loads into him over the past two years, proving those meds really do work 'cuz he's still neg as of yesterday. But, I need variety and as good as his straight ass is, I need someone new. That's where your boy comes in. If he'll take your charged up seed then he won't mind my medicated load." He stopped again and looked back and forth between collegeboy and I. He raised his eyebrows and looked disapprovingly at me and asked "I assume you're the one that knocked him up. Or did you whore him out to a bunch of your toxic buds?" "I did him" I replied coldly. "I'm sure you're proud of that too. Another notch on your bedpost. Well, that's the second part of this. Once I've done your boy, you get to use my boy. Juan here is a rescue. I own him now after saving him from the county jail where he was being raped all day long until one of the rival gang members tried to earn points for taking him out. He took a few stabs the first time and another two the second time before I gave him an offer he couldn't refuse. The judge seemed to agree with me that an ass that good couldn't go to waste. So, instead of doing his time in jail, he does it here. Everyone wins. He doesn't get killed in jail, I get a slave to do anything I want and the city gets one more gang member off the street" Carlos explained. I looked at Juan and the blank stare he had told me that the story was pretty much true. The only part that was missing was my involvement. Carlos could see my confusion and then said "I was looking for another way to bond him and me and when I found out you were pozzing Tim, I knew what it was. Juan is going to have the same bug inside him that I do. The one you so generously gave me without warning, letting me find out during my annual physical with the department doc. And as a bonus, since you told me Tim now likes to breed, he will get to add his strain to Juan's currently HIV-free body." My mind was buzzing trying to grasp the sick shit that Carlos was telling me. My dick was getting hard at the thought too. I wasn't sure if this was part one of a repeating scene where we fuck Carlos's sub until we know he is poz or if it was a one time gig. Carlos walked over behind Tim, spread his ass apart and spit on the tight hole. I knew it wasn't enough lube and I didn't know if collegeboy had pre-lubed before coming out tonight. The scream he yelled out when Carlos rammed his cock into Tim's ass told me he hadn't or at least not well enough. The fuck wasn't really all that different than my first fuck with collegeboy, but in that case I was doing it to give my bug the best chance of infecting him. Carlos just fucked hard because that's how he likes it. There were no short strokes getting longer until he was fully planted inside Tim's chute. The first plunge went half way and then every one after it were full strokes and sometimes more. I had always been impressed with collegeboy's stamina and ability to take a rough fuck without much complaint. But as I watched it now as an observer instead of as the top, I wanted Carlos to go easier on him. Carlos couldn't poz him again, so what was the point other than he was a sadistic fucker that loves to see his bottom in pain. After several minutes, he bent over Tim's back, pushing his shoulders the rest of the way to the bed as he relentlessly pounded his ass. I looked over and Juan still had that blank, emotionless stare in his eyes. I'm sure watching collegeboy get fucked gave him a new perspective on how he had been drilled the past two years by Carlos. As we watched, Carlos slowed down and pulled himself free of Tim's hole before tossing Tim's body on his side and then hoisting his legs over his shoulders. He slid in a lot easier this time and collegeboy let out a loud moan. Carlos looked over while he was drilling Tim and said "Suck him, boy." Juan immediately crawled over between my legs. My shaft was hard as a rock and Juan had his face buried in my crotch sucking the head into his mouth in only a few seconds. It was a decent blowjob, but I could tell it wasn't something he loved to do. "You like taking poz dick, boy?" Carlos asked Tim. "Hell, yes, sir. Too bad yours isn't toxic" collegeboy replied. It wasn't what Carlos wanted to hear and he slammed his dick in hard, making Tim stifle a scream. "You're going to be lucky to get any dick or ass soon. Once guys find out you're poz no one's gonna want to fuck you. Just the other poz guys and the clueless ones" Carlos said while he started fucking faster. After a few minutes, Carlos said "Shit, you're gonna stealth em all, just like your breeder." Tim didn't reply verbally, but I could see a smile on his face. Juan was bouncing on my cock, coating it with a lot of spit. I looked down his back and his butt looked so good. It was one of those small bubble butts that almost look like they're not real. Firm, smooth, with a nice gloss on it from the sweat. It was going to look good wrapped around my cock and the thought immediately made my cock start to drip. With my legs and hands bound, all I could do was watch, though. I looked up and saw Carlos slam in and grind his hips on collegeboy's ass. It was a move I did many times when I fucked Tim and was always rewarded with him trying to coax a load of cum out of my cock. Carlos growled and I was pretty sure Tim was doing the same thing to his cock. I even laughed quietly, but loud enough for Carlos to hear. "What's so fuckin funny?" Carlos barked out. I smiled and waited a moment before saying "He milked your cock really hard when you shoved into him just now, right?" "Yeah, what's it to you?" Carlos asked. "He may be young, but he knows how to get what he wants. Feels damn good too, but you're gonna be dumping your load in him soon whether you plan on it or not" I replied. "I do it when I want to" Carlos grunted out. I knew that collegeboy had him exactly where he wanted him. Those strong, young muscles were going to work his shaft and make sure that Carlos bred him a lot sooner than Carlos wanted. "FUCK!" Carlos yelled out before slapping Tim's ass hard. I'd been in the same position a few times and while Tim pretended to loosen up and "learn his lesson", he would wait a minute and then clamp his ass down and then flex his ring around the cock in his ass until it was shooting every drop Tim's ass could suck out of it. Sure enough, just as Juan pushed his face all the way into my crotch while wedging my cock in his throat, collegeboy attacked with his ass. "FUCK!! FUCK, FUCK! NO!!! God damn it boy, you're gonna pay for this!" Carlos screamed out while I watched his body twitch. I laughed again, this time much louder. Juan pulled off my cock and looked back to see what was so funny. He shook his head and went back to tending to my cock. After a minute, Carlos pulled out and started taking a few steps in my direction. I realized I wasn't in a position to antagonize him. "Up!" he called out and Juan very quickly obeyed. A finger pointed to the bed and Juan was crawling on it next to Tim in a second. Carlos crouched down and removed the velcro straps holding my legs and then went behind me and took off the cuffs. He tapped me on the shoulder and I stood up....

Hey guys, I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Thanks for the kind words. Here's the next chapter, I should have another one for you soon. Part 8 Alex rummaged around the toys, while Jeffery attached restraints to the boy. Soom he found the Humbler. Brent's expression turned to one of fear as he let out a whine. As good of a boy as he was at taking abuse, he never-the-less really, and I mean REALLY hated his balls to be the target. They were extra sensitive. But to his credit, he did not object or utter a word. That's because he knew if he did, whatever torture they had planned would double. He knew he had to just take it. He was shoved down to the middle of the floor, and in no time flat, he was head down and ass up. His wrists were attached to his ankles with the Humbler stretching his little balls between his legs. But they weren't done. Soon he was blindfolded and a penis gag was shoved into his mouth and buckled tightly. This gag was about five inches long, so it lodged itself in the back of Brent's throat and never moved. The final touch was a pair of sound blocking headphones connected to Alex's phone which played nothing but static. He turned it up loud, guaranteeing the boy would have no clue what was going on around here. Then Joe placed the tip of a really large buttplug against Brent's defensless hole. It shimmered from the powder all over it as Alex placed his booted foot against the base of it. Then, with one mighty thrust of his leg, the plug was slammed into the boy. Even though Brent's hole was very well used, he screamed as the Tina covered plug ripped into him. Meanwhile, the rest of us had tied down our young prince in a spread eagle position, blindfolded, suction cups on his nipples, the dirty jock taped back in his mouth and the metal Tina covered plug back in his hole. Alex, Jeffrey and myself lit 3 black candles while Steve worked his magic with the electro box and Joe and Dave filmed the action. Now, these black candles burned a little bit hotter. Not hot enough to leave burn marks, but hot enough for Eric to think he was on fire. I dropped the first little bit on him, right in the middle of his chest while Steve administered the perfect jolt down his penis. Eric's young body went ridged and his back arched as he screamed. A fresh sheen of sweat broke out on his body as this new pain both shocked and burned him. He twisted in his bonds but was unable to escape. Alex dripped next onto our captives stomach causing more screams and more thrashing from our teenage victim. Jeffery was next as he dripped some hot wax onto Eric's feet. The boy jerked and screamed into his gag, shaking his head back and forth as he panted through his nose. We turned our attention to Brent as Alex lined up his booted foot and landed a solid kick square on the boys balls. Brent screamed like a bitch into his gag. Tears instantly flowed from his eyes as all three of us dripped hot wax across his back. We went back and forth between the boys with Brent's poor little balls getting the worst of it. Sometimes Alex would kick them, sometimes he would punch them, sometimes he would place the sole of his boot against them and slowly sqash them. All the time Brent wept from the pain. Soon, both boys were covered in black wax, except for the best parts of Eric. My young prince was not finished with his first hot wax torture. I removed the suction cups from his nipples while Steve removed his cock cage. Eric's tittie's stuck out a good half an inch and were a deep, dark red. I couldn't resist as I took one into my mouth and sucked on it. Eric moaned a little, and I bit down on it, making him whimper. I did the same thing to his other nipple as he moaned. Then I stood up, took a candle, and slowly, drop by drop, covered the Mormon boys tits as he cried and whined into his gag. Soon, his nipples were encased in blackness. Then the three of us attacked his cock and balls. Eric thrashed and screamed anew in his bonds as his privates were mercilessly tortured. We didn't bother with slow drips, we poured it over his cock and balls until you couldn't see them anymore. Then Alex grabbed another prepared rig and found a place on Brent. He stuck the needle in and pulled back untill the liquid inside it was dark red. Then he pushed the plunger and emptied half of it into his boy. While Brent was coughing, he emptied the other half into Eric. Damn we've given that boy a shit ton of T tonight, but that's what we wanted. My prince to be so fucked up that we could do anything to him we wanted to. Alex grabbed the base of the plug in Brent's ass and yanked it out. Brent was so gone he could only moan. Then Alex greased up his hand and arm and made a fist, placing it on Brent's gaping hole. With very little effort, he pushed it into the small boy beneath him as Brent let out a long, slow moan. Alex started pounding into Brent, pushing further and further until he was elbow deep. Damn, where does it go in a kid that size? Meanwhile, Jeffrey had unbuckled Eric's ankles and pushed his legs up in the air, where every good whore's should be. He slid his giant cock into the fucked up 18 year old and started pounding him. Eric just babbled incoherent words as he was fucked into oblivion. I peeled the wax off of his nipples and placed the alligator clips on them. The sharp teeth bit into his tender flesh as he bucked and screamed a bit. Steve covered his nose with the popper rag, and soon the boy was on another asteral plane as the big cock ravaged him. We all took turns fucking Eric and fisting Brent. My prince took at least 5 more dirty loads into his pussy. I was fucked up too and starting to lose count. All I know is the next time I looked at the clock, it was noon.

The new roomie Blacked out again all drunk. I couldn't take it any more. I just took what I wanted to fucked his Virgin cunt until I flooded it with my toxic ball juice. He screamed and begged me to stop as he came to, however it was to late I was to far into it to even think about stopping. I told him shut your mouth pussy and take me cock like tough jock Or I will tie you down and invite all my friends over to breed your cunt. I got to dump 2 hot loads into him. He passed out once I was done so I licked and sucked his cock and balls

It's not intended to be comfortable for my victim, but I haven't gone to the extent of requiring that he snort it up into his skull. I mostly want to enjoy his reaction to having his nostrils gunked up with my seed. I further expect the sensation and smell to form a strong memory that reinforces my power over him, even if he just ends up snotting my load out on a tissue or rinsing it out in the sink. But if it doesn't have that effect and he's ungrateful for my degradation and abuse, then he's the wrong boy for me anyway.

Got fucked and loaded by 5 guys in 2 hours..6 loads. Changed Grindr profile to anon b b bttm looking for tops. First guy, 48, was in the hotel sent a dick pick and that he was ready. He came in fucked me for a short while before unloading in me. Second guy was about 25, white, nice looking dick from the pic. Came in and slide inside, started fucking me and it felt so good. I told him if he wanted he could remove the blindfold and I would flip over. He pulled out, I flipped over and he removed the blindfold. OMG he was hot. Nice athletic, muscular build. He got on top fucking me and it felt so good. He started picking up the pace and I told him to pound that hole as I sensed he was close. He pushed in and held it as he blew his load inside. We chatted a bit and decided we will meet up again sometime. Blindfolded and ass up again. Third guy was 29, black and athletic somewhat beefy build. He came in and got behind me and started fucking me pretty good. An 18 yr old that fucked me once before messaged and said he was here. I told him a guy was here and he asked to join. The third guy said it was ok. Guy came in an apparently undressed and jerked off watching the other guy fuck me. There was some chat between them and I understand the guy fucking me say that ass feels nice. He pulls out and the 18yr old get behind me and pushes in. I forgot how big his dick was, but it soon felt great. He fucked me for a bit while the other guy watched. I could tell he picked up the pace and started pounding my hole as he pushed in and held as he unloaded in me. He pulled out and the other guy got back behind me and started pounding me. Wasn't long before he unloaded inside me. A few mins after they left a fifth guy messaged that he was here. He's 19, mix, nice dick. He's fucked me close to 30 times and I've only seen a dick pic of him. Sometimes he comes back for a second round the same night. He didn't waste any time mounting me and started to pound away. Didn't take long for him to unload and I feel him cumming inside. He picked up fucking me again without pulling out. A few mins later he dropped a second load. Five dicks, 6 loads in 2 hours.

I did tell him I'm on PreP and he was happy and encouraged I had taken that measure. But during our first session he too told me the only thing that would require to break confidentiality was for the harm issue you mentioned. And of course that did concern me for the same reason you mentioned, but he's a gay man and I get the sense he's a bit more 'with it' regarding what gay men are actually doing in reality.

Continue talking to your therapist because it seems that this is helping you come to terms with your sexuality. However, I would hold off on discussing fantasies because those are tricky things. Like others have said they may be ties to other aspects and issues in your life that you may not fully grasp at the moment and they may change drastically once you can full conceptualize the feeling and issues behind it. Just a word of advice, great that you are on PrEP it adds an added layer of safety, but do not negate the psycho - emotional aspect of sex as well being a cumdump can have some bad emotional drawbacks if you are not mentally and emotionally prepared. Furthermore, take baby steps, try a threesome before, doing a hotel cumdump scene. See how it makes you feel and if you liked it or not. Group play is one thing in the mind and another thing in reality.

For me, poz or neg was hardly ever a consideration. Oh sure, i thought about it. There were times i feared getting pozzed, but those thoughts and fears pretty my never stopped me from pursuing Men or from bending over and taking a Man and His load deep. The need and drive for a Man and His load inside of me pretty much won out over any other consideration. i don't think sex is rational, it's an emotional and physical drive. Which is not to say i'm irrational or that i never thought about it, just that my rationale didn't decide for me. And honestly, i don't think those who don't bareback are just being rational, i think it is fear making the decision (which is fine, i don't see fear or lust as inferior or superior, just what is). Rationally speaking? Those who "insist the they're neg" are usually just deluding their self. Seriously, how did you ever truly ensure the guys who bred you were negative? i know, there are all sorts of methods, but none is fool proof, and most come down to taking the tops word for it, which is no insurance at all lol. i think reality is, you "took the plunge" the first load you took and you are now just realizing it.

I'm not sure I agree. I got fucked the first time (properly) when I was 14, but I definitely had the urge to get fucked WAY before that, playing with sticking stuff up my arse and wishing it were a real cock... If I could have gotten cock at 9? Well, I don't think I would have said no, actually. And yes, I would have wanted a real man to fuck me, not a boy. (That hasn't changed.) When I lost my cherry it was to a man in his 40s, and while he certainly wasn't HUGELY hung it was still a real man cock; I'm sure I could have handled it as well 5 years earlier if I had been given the chance.

Totally new at this site. Intrigued and more than a little hot-and-bothered... but still figuring it out. And if I can bear a little of my soul here: I’m a little nervous that I’m so turned on by this site and the stories here. More turned on than anything else I’ve found on the internet, if I’m going to be honest with myself. So I’m a little lost but I’m horned-up as hell. If ever a sentence existed to describe my life that would be the one hehe. Anyway, I’m loving what you all are doing and I’m glad I found this new... well, community! I can’t wait to explore it with you.

I still think it's an important question. To elaborate on my previous - true but snarky - comment: Yes I find - consensual - incestual situations hot, as long as it concerns other families. I have been alternating between fucking brothers who tried to one-up each other. I have tried to talk twins into a threesome. I find brothers / uncles / cousins ending up in the same group scene because they got druck very sexy. I also find it very enlightening hearing about other guys' experiences and what these contributed to making them the men we see today. However: What pisses me off to an immesurable degree is the bullshit that comes with certain topics like incest, risky sex etc.. In the same thread you have one guy trying to make sense of what he did, of what happened to him, even how it altered him. You know that guy is baring his soul. And in comes the fantasist with something like "yeah man, i totally did the same thing, but I was three years younger and it was my father and not my uncle and my sister also participated". I've been on this forum for almost ten years. But often I have to take a time-out because that kind of thing makes me want to puke. I appreciate BZ exactly because it is a forum where you can discuss meaningful things that influenced you sexually without having to abide by societal morality. Often the same things that exhilarate you also scar you. Reality is not black and white, but delicious shades of grey. I believe there is still a number of "real" guys here on the forum, grappling with inhibitions and triumphing in overcoming them, with tinges of regret only sweetening the fondest, most perverted memories. I really cherish reading from these guys and just hope that theses voices are not finally drowned out in a deluge of bullshit. So in conclusion: Real talk about incest? An honest discussion of desires and a factual look at experiences? Bring it on. If one has a problem with that: Too bad. But at the same time: Less fantasy, less "me too" nonsense, less flippancy. More reality.

Will there be more?

I assume you posted this because you think "marxist/socialist/communist ideas" have permeated the left and this is supposed to be a warning about leftism. You have it exactly wrong. Completely and entirely wrong. It would be an outstandingly funny example of the pot calling the kettle black, if the topic weren't so serious. Bezmenov was warning about Soviet infiltration of American ideas, and the biggest example of that is Donald Trump. Russian (that is, the successor to Sovietism, headed by an autocrat who was right at home in the old Soviet system) interference stoking division in America on behalf of Donald Trump has been well documented - not just by our intelligence agencies, not just by the special counsel, but even by the REPUBLICAN-CONTROLLED Senate Select Committee on Intelligence. Bezmenov's real message wasn't about capitalism vs. Marxism, or capitalism vs. socialism, or capitalism vs. anything else. It was about Soviet disinformation campaigns - convincing people to believe things that were not true, such that even factual information would fail to penetrate the "shell" people built up around their beliefs. He used the term "demoralization" - convince enough people that they couldn't trust authoritative sources like the media any more, and then they were ripe for manipulation. "As I mentioned before, exposure to true information does not matter anymore. A person who is demoralized is unable to assess true information. The facts tell him nothing, even if I shower him with information, with authentic proof, with documents and pictures. ...he will refuse to believe it... That's the tragedy of the situation of demoralization." - that was Bezemov in 1983. Fast forward to 2015-16, and what do we have? A sophisticated demoralization campaign on behalf of Trump spread by Russia, and one Trump's campaign, wittingly or not, echoed loudly. By denouncing the (very accurate) news media as "fake news" and insisting that he was the only one you could believe, Trump echoed the Russian message of dividing the US and rode that to an exceptionally narrow victory in the electoral college even while losing the popular vote by a huge margin. And he's never stopped; if anything, the rhetoric has gotten worse, and the lies and disinformation bigger. He insisted, against photographic evidence, that his inaugural crowd was the biggest in history, and dared people to contradict his word with the evidence of their own eyes. And too many morons, already invested in his lies, chose then and afterward to believe him over massive evidence that he lies incessantly. I can understand how people can have been swayed by the disinformation. But how anyone can take a warning about Soviet/Russian disinformation, like Bezemov's, seriously and then STILL support Donald Trump is a mystery.

Last Fri Evening: "Str8" Co-Worker ( bout 10 years older blk, dreads, beard, decent shape) that I been flirting with, talking bout he is curious. Told me to come over to chill, that his gurl was working & he was bored and wanted sumone to chill wit and smoke. We smoked, and drank and started talking shit, eventually got to the point I told him my mouth game and bussi betta than his gurls. He pulled out his dyck at least 7in thick as fuck, and I started sucking him. He got really into and started palming my ass I was for sure I was gonna get his dyck in my ass, but he just had me keep sucking, didn't take that long to blow and shoot them babies in my throat. I kept sucking hoping he would gimmie more or even fuck me. He didn't get it up again, and I eventually left due to his gurl coming home. I was for sure he was gonna get that Straight guy regret, but he texted me lata that night and hasn't been awkward at work, telling me he wished he fucked me Friday.....so def gonna try and get that nut outta him. Sat Night: DL Top hit me up after he got off shift. We don't live close to each other but a running trail near watkins park, that is half way for both of us, where we fucked before. He is a Wht, mid 40s, very muscular, PO, very alpha Dom. We walked to the are we did last time, I stripped and got bent ova he spit in my hole and started fucking me, once he got his rhythm he really started pounding the fuck outta my hole. I luv the way he grunts when he fucking me. He pushed me against a tree and pulled back on my throat with one of his hands and felt like he was going deeper🤤. It wasn't long before he shot his babies in me. We paused to catch our breath, It didn't long b4 he back up and had me eat his ass, he felt my hesitation cuz his ass was sweaty, didn't matter he pushed my face in, and said "get in there bitch, eat"lol. That turned me on, He was hard again, and turned around and started having me suck. He reached down to finger my ass, asked if I was ready for some more, even though I was shaking my head yes, he said didn't matter I was getting it anyway. We resumed fucking again, but felt like it was starting to rain so we moved over to the creek area which has a lil bridge going ova it. Once we got down there it was on again, I eventually got pushed down into the dirt the harder he fucked and kept trying to get more and more leverage. After a while he fucked another nut into me. It never really rained but because we moved I lost track of my clothes, we found them and walked back to our cars. once I got back to the car I realized I got pretty dirty and didn't even realize I scraped my knee. ...well worth it. Sun Night/Mon Morn: Had very late night hook up with a guy met online. Was after 2am when he was getting off, I was off Monday couldn't sleep and horny as fuck, plus he only lived like 5 mins from me. Got to his apartment which was dark minus the tv. Either he was smoking or just smoked cuz his place smelt like it. He was only in his boxers, he was bout my age, blk, tatted, cute, he cut the small talk and str8 pulled his dyck out and put it in my face, asked me if I was waiting for a invitation. Hell no I wasn't I took his meat in mouth, After a few mins he flips me on my stomach to start fucking me. He was very long winded, I rode him for a while before going to face down ass up where he eventually unloaded in me. He got up went into the bathroom when he came back sat on his couch and watched tv. I was suprised he ain't tell me too get so I laid on the floor for a min to collect myself but before I knew I had dosed off. I ain't know what the fuck was going, when I got a hard ass smack on my ass, that the only warning I got before he slid in me. I was half out of it by the time he was stroking me, but it didn't me long to wake up lol. Was just as good the second time, I thought he was gonna actually make me cum, but he came before I could. I realized that I had been asleep at least an hr or so. I didn't get a chance to rest he told me I had to roll cuz his gurl was gonna be home soon, so I got dressed and rolled.

Part 5 Trey took a long look at me in the backseat. He reached in and gave my cock a yank. Then he opened the door and moved me up on my hands and knees. Eddie took his own dick out and moved my head to his shaft. I immediately started sucking on his rod. Trey moved his hand around the dildo at the opening of my ass. He began to move it in and out of me. "Quite a pig indeed. I wonder if he'll be up for Bryce and me to fully explore whether he has any limits. How many loads have you two shot in him?" "The pig has three apiece from us. HIs ass got plenty bloody from all the fucking. Al and Jimmie had a go at him as well. I think they fucked him two or three times apiece. My cock got cut from Eddie's Prince Albert and I ended up bleeding in his ass. Pig might already be knocked up." came the reply from Marco. "Well, if he isn't yet, he will be after Bryce and I take him on a road trip. Hey piggy, do you have anywhere you need to be anytime soon? I want to introduce you to some people after Eddie and Marco leave tomorrow." "I'm off of work for the next 10 days" came my response. "Shit, I don't think you can take 10 days of what we'll do to you, but it's good to know we can take our time. We'll discuss what we have in mind for you later, but for now we need to pump some more jizz into your butt. Bryce has been saving up his poison for someone like you. Hey Bryce, how much of a load do you have to unleash in this slut?" Bryce finally approached the vehicle. Like Trey, he looked to be in his forties. Whereas Trey was short, only about 5'7", Bryce was at least half a foot taller. Both were fit, but not workout superstars. As he got to the vehicle, Trey stepped out and Bryce took his place at my ass. Bryce said, "I've got a week's worth of cum in my balls waiting for this stupid pig. Trey won't let me load him up 'til I go on meds. Have you been chasing, pig?" "I haven't been chasing, more like not avoiding. When Eddie and Marco turned up in my life, I've gone into ultrapig mode. I want to take as many toxic loads as you and they can stand to give me." "Be careful there, piggy. I don't think you understand the depths we can drag you into." came the response from Bryce. "Probably not, but I can try" Bryce started moving the dildo around my hole, really stretching the opening. It hurt like hell, but I tried to keep still and not resist his exploration of my ass. Eddie continued fucking my face while we were still parked out on the campground roadway. Marco, probably impatient to get a piece of me, barked out that it was time to park my vehicle in the campsite and get out of sight. Bryce got in and closed the door. Marco proceeded to the back corner site opposite from his and Eddie's trailer. Eddie informed me that he had rented out this site in my name to give us all more room for privacy. We now occupied the last four sites of the campground. I was basically laying across Eddie and Bryce's laps in the back seat. Marco swung open the back passenger side door and shoved his cock in my face. I was now alternating sucking off Marco and Eddie. Trey opened the other side door and started manhandling my asscheeks with his hands. Bryce continued the dildo assault on me. Bryce, probably impatient from the large load of poz cum stored up in his balls, informed us that we needed to get somewhere that we could fuck. Bryce then grabbed me and pulled me out of the backseat. He grabbed my stiff cock and led me to Eddie and Marco's trailer. Eddie scrambled to get to the door to unlock it and let us all inside. Once in the door, Bryce dropped his shorts and a VERY thick cock appeared as he pushed me down to my knees. I immediately went to work with my mouth on his shaft. Bryce asked where the lube was because he wanted to fuck me pronto. Marco told Bryce to bring me over to the bed. As he was dragging me over, Trey reached down, grabbed me by my asshole, and helped yank me to the bed. Once there, Bryce quickly had his cock lubed up and was pressing it against the opening to my ass. As much as I wanted his poisonous stick inside of me, I was involuntarily resisting his thick shaft. That was of no concern to Bryce as he continued pressing ahead. He got about half of his dick inside me and I howled in pain. Everyone laughed at me and told me to take Bryce's cock like a good faggot whore. The pain began to subside and my ass started to draw in the rest of Bryce's gloriously fat rod inside of me. When he was fully inside of me, I begged him to pummel me. I wanted no mercy until he shot his highly toxic cum into me. Bryce responded by moving in and out of me in long, hard, rapid strokes. It felt great being pounded by his dick. It seemed like I could feel him throbbing and growing even thicker in me in the moments when he was fully inside me. I began moaning like I had never before.Trey was goading his lover to hurry up and finish in my ass because he wanted to fuck me as well. Eddie and Marco were telling Bryce to knock me up and make me join their brotherhood of poz sluts. Trey came up behind Bryce and started rubbing his cock between Bryce's butt cheeks while Bryce continued to wildly fuck me. Marco pulled my head down on his dick and I started giving him a blow job. Bryce was really grinding his dick around in my ass. It felt like he was poking every millimeter of my ass that he could reach. Eddie went to my left and placed my hand on his dick. I began stroking it. Trey saw my right hand was still unoccupied and filled the vacancy with his cock. I was now servicing 4 poz cocks in one way or another. Bryce took note of this and told me there was no way I was going to come out of this day without converting. My cock grew harder and larger than it ever had at the thought of being in the middle of all of this. Trey saw my dick pulsating and said he wanted it inside of him. He leaned over and whispered to Bryce. The two pulled me up on my feet as Bryce spun me around and Trey moved around in front of me and backed his ass up on my throbbing dick. He cried out as my thick rod entered him. "Fuck, it's soooo thick!" he exclaimed. Marco added some lube to my rod to assist it sliding into Trey's ass. His butt felt so tight against my shaft. I barely got a rhythm going in and out of Trey when Bryce resumed his own assault on me ass. Trey's ass clamped down on my dick as I was inside of him and it felt tight and wonderful. Getting my own ass filled by Bryce's cock doubled my bliss. Marco gave us a hit of poppers and I really took off. Bryce was talking in my ear about how I was going to literally end up being a poz whore after he and Trey were finished degrading me. He said they had already called up contacts in Wausau, Green Bay, and the Twin Cities to set up a plan to completely degrade me. He told me they were intrigued by my choice of wearing women's underwear and were already plotting a plan involving that. He said I could only imagine what else would be in store for me. As he was telling me of their future plans for me, my dick once again set a record for getting harder than ever as I fucked Trey's butt. Bryce's dirty talk served to get him off and I could feel him tense up as his orgasm came and he flooded my ass with his dirty cum. He clamped both hands on my shoulders as he drew out every last bit of cum into my butt. As he withdrew from my ass, he exclaimed that his dick was bloody. I looked at his rod, and it had more blood on it than it previously had when Marco and Eddie were fucking me. Trey exclaimed his eagerness to shoot his high viral load into my bloody and abused ass. I was reaching around him and feeling his rock hard dick. The thought of it flooding my butt with highly toxic seed sent me off and I shot a huge load into his ass. As soon as I was done, Trey pushed me away and rushed to get behind me to begin his first turn at knocking me up with his poz cum. Bryce bent me over and forced me to clean up his dick that was still stained from my blood. After I had finished with him, Eddie came over to me and stood me back up while Trey kept up with fucking me. They all huddled around me, and we began a 5-way kiss with lots of tonguing and hands manipulating cocks and asses. I was overcome with the knowledge of being the only neg hole surrounded by 4 poz dicks. I begged my four dirty lovers to show me no mercy and to pummel my ass with their dicks and leave no doubt that I get knocked up. Trey kept grinding his dick around in my ass while fucking me with his big dick. I told him I didn't want a drop of his poison cum to land outside of my ass and to push as far into my bleeding rectum as he could. This caused him to lose control and unloaded a healthy load of decidedly unhealthy sperm deep inside of me. I yelled out, "Yes, knock me up with your dirty cum. I want all of you to rough up my bloody ass even more and give me more toxic seed." Trey pulled out of me, and Marco looked at the bloody mess on Trey's cock. Marco then started cleanup on Marco and instead of swallowing the concoction he was cleaning, he transferred it over to Eddie's rod to serve as a lube. Eddie announced we were going to up the ante as he and Marco were going to again fuck me at the same time. Eddie sat down on the bed and I climbed on top of him and began working my ass over his beautiful pierced cock. It hurt like hell as his Prince Albert scraped the bloody walls of my rectum. The pain produced a great feeling of pleasure as the thought that he was doing even more damage to my insides and making me more receptive to his and Marco's untreated poz cum. After Eddie was in me and pumping in and out, Marco stepped up and pressed his cock into my already stuffed ass. A poppers bottle was pressed to my nose as Marco joined Eddie in fucking me. Both poz fuckers were moaning loudly. Eddie exclaimed that it felt like his PA was further tearing up the lining of my butt. The inside of my ass felt like it was on fire both from being so full and also from what was certainly more damage being inflicted to it. But the pain was dulled by the thought that I was going to get two more loads of toxic poz cum inside my bleeding ass. I begged the two to tear my ass up some more to give their virus an even better chance of infecting me. While the two were pummeling my ass and helping to seal my conversion, Bryce moved behind Marco and pressed his hard rod against Marco's ass. Marco gave him lube and said he hadn't cleaned out in a while, but it was okay to fuck him. Bryce stated that was even better. He was going to go from fucking Marco with his HIV and Hep-C to fucking me when Marco and Eddie deposited their toxic loads in me. I heard Marco grunt as Bryce entered him. Marco pushed forward against me with great force as Bryce began assaulting his ass. Marco gasped in pain and kept still on top of me as his ass was pummeled by Bryce. Eddie kept on grinding his pierced cock inside of me working to widen my ass as his piercing continued to scrape the inner walls of my ass. It felt like he was really tearing up the lining of my rectum. Pain mixed with pleasure as my butt remained stuffed with two poz dicks. Marco adjusted to being fucked and picked up activity in my ass. He was grunting incessantly and then launched another load of poison into me. He kept still as he shot as much of his load as could. When he did finally pull out of me, Trey hollered "holy shit, his dick is red." Marco moved around to show me his dick. It was indeed covered in blood. Eddie had really opened up a wound with his PA. The question was whether it was a wound inside me or on Marco's dick. I began sucking Marco's rod to clean him up and getting to taste a wonderful combination of blood, cum, and assjuice. As I continued sucking, I could not clean up all the blood on his cock because it was bleeding from a wound. Marco winced as my tongue flicked over the wound. "This slut has been swallowing my poz blood. There must be a bunch in his ass too. Open him up and work it in him, Eddie." Eddie was really pounding me hard and let go with another poz volley of cum into my ass. As soon as Eddie finished and pulled out, Bryce pulled out of Marco and thrust into me. Marco started laughing. "Bryce's dick didn't look too clean when it went into you, you filthy pig. You might be sharing more than just my HIV, you dirty whore." After Bryce established a fast pace in fucking me, I looked at Eddie and saw that his poz dick was streaked red with blood. Eddie remarked that he tore the lining of my ass and that Marco's poz blood was probably being absorbed into me. Upon hearing that, Bryce began to violently pound me in an attempt to open me up even more. As he was ramming me, he let me know that he and Trey were going to do EVERYTHING possible to turn me into a pozzed whore. I began bucking back wildly against him as he continued thrusting into me. The slaps of our flesh filled the trailer. Trey went around to face me and pulled my mouth onto his expanding cock. I took him deep in my throat as his lover continued his assault on my other end. Eddie and Marco smacked my ass as Bryce was nearing his second climax in me. Trey could see his lover was about to unload in me again and encouraged him to work it in so I could become a pozzed toy for anyone to use. Bryce could hold off no longer and used a continuous thrust to empty his poz cum into me a second time. It was all Trey and I could do to not be pummelled into the wall as Bryce shot into me. When he had finally finished, Trey went around and shoved his lover out of the way so that he could have another run at me. Trey shoved into me in one thrust. While fully inside of me, he worked his poz cock around my hole. I was hollering in pain and lust as I would later find out that his violent motions were literally tearing me open. Bryce stuffed his dick into my mouth to clean him up. There was a heavy taste of (my) blood as I serviced him. The sensations Trey was feeling overwhelmed him and he began shooting his toxic load into me without warning. When he was done, he collapsed onto me and I freed Bryce's now-clean cock from my mouth. I was exhausted and fell asleep as I felt bodies crowding in around me.

Well, you are being safe - you're on PrEP, which means that taking loads is no more risky than barebacking period, which can get you some annoying STIs but isn't what I'd call dangerous. Besides that, you alone are responsible for your level of risk in life. Your therapist should be willing to help you gain perspective on that, but should not be judging you for it one way or another. Some people like sky-diving, some people like bareback sex. His job is not to keep you safe (there's no safety this side of the grave anyway), it is to keep you sane. And certainly that includes working through your own anxieties and confusions about risk and coming to a place of self-knowledge and comfort about it.

I'm feeling pretty accomplished today. My bf spent the night at my place last night and I got my ass destroyed first thing this morning. I drove him back to his place and went inside and he passed me around to his two roommates. I ended up getting laid one more time and jacking the other one off until he came on my cheek. Then later this morning I saw my cousin and gave him a slow blowjob. Right before he came he told me to get on my hands and knees and came on my asshole. So I'm a very satisfied bottom right now.

PART n.2 The next morning I woke up a little later than usual, I had a bit of a headache, I went to university as usual but it was only in the late afternoon that I started to feel a bit of a fever and an unusual discomfort in my hands and between the legs. When I got home, I went to the bathroom, undressed and noticed that there were some small blisters. Call my master immediately and I explained the situation. He listened to me carefully and then told me not to worry that it was normal because usually the infection took a few weeks to develop but the dose of virus I had received was very high so it only took a short time to see the effects. He proposed to meet me after two days to evaluate what to do, I accepted without hesitation. The two days went by quickly, but the blisters also spread quickly, in fact I called my coach to tell him that I would not be able to go to train for some problem. When I arrived at the house, he was already inside waiting for me and was writing some notes in his diary, he asked me to undress because he wanted to control the situation. I take some pictures of my feet and my cock and ass which had started to get more and more covered with red spots. Then he took a pack of pills from his backpack and placed them on the table. I asked what they were, he replied that they were 5 tablets of an antibiotic that would cure the two infections in a few days. I breathed a sigh of relief, but he told me "I will cure these infections but first you will have to take these two vials" and I show me the two vials with a whitish liquid. I asked what they were and he answered me that he would tell me only after using them inside me. The blisters on my feet bothered me so much that I finally accepted his offer. He gave me the antibiotic pack and then asked me to get ready on the bed. When I felt the liquid enter my little ass, it was different from the last one, it was colder and thicker. He also pushed the second tube in and told me to get dressed. I then asked him what it was. He looked at me and said “correct you, because you have to use the plural, you have just received about 40 different strains of Human Papillomavirus. It won't bother you as much as the ones you had but it will be more limited infections and a little more difficult to cure " I was speechless. He gave me a kiss and told me to go home. I started taking the pills to treat the two infections and within two weeks everything was gone. I went back to my normal life, but got a message from him because he wanted a new meeting for Saturday afternoon. I accepted and let myself be found there. He arrived a little later than usual and we went into the house, asked him to undress me and wanted to check the situation. It all seemed normal to me, but it was he who showed me with the mirror that my whole little hole was filled with warts. He took some pictures and then gave me the number of a medical laboratory that dealt with these infections. I thanked him, we kissed for a while and then he asked me to go to bed. He took a couple of ropes and asked me if he could tie me on the bed, I was already starting to get excited at the thought. Then he took three vials from his backpack, showed them to me and said. "I have to leave for 2 months for a job abroad and I want proof of your loyalty. This tube contains a massive dose of the Syphilis bacterium. It took me 10 days to grow it in such large quantities and it is an untreatable strain. So there is no cure " I looked at him scared and told him that I had no intention, he got angry and said “you signed. There is no going back ”. I lay down on the bed, I was crying, he took the vials and loaded them on the usual syringe and I felt the liquid enter me. Then he said to me "after this test, we are almost at the end". I got dressed, we broke up and saw him go away. I went home, cried all the time. At first, the first few weeks everything returned to normal but after 1 month, I realized that things were changing. It was Christmas day and when I got up my stomach and legs were full of red spots. I went to the hospital and the nurses, understanding what it was, did some blood tests. I received the answer after 5 days with the request to go to the doctor. I went to the doctor as requested with the appointment, after sitting down, he took my file and told me “The situation is more serious than I imagined. we found a very serious syphilis infection and also a double HIV infection " I felt the world collapse on me, after I left the doctor, I called him and explained the situation to him, he very quietly told me “Well, did you like my Christmas present? Initially I wanted to give you only syphilis but then I thought that with the two HIV strains your immune system would be more under my control. Anyway I'll be back in a week and we'll talk about it verbally "

9. Out on the street my Super sent me the video he had taken on Scruff. I watched it with the sound off, my cock throbbed. I downloaded it and sent it to Sir right away with an apology for not responding to his text fast enough. His response came almost immediately telling me not to be sorry for taking a fat cock and to hurry off to my appointment. Sir must know every top in the area I thought, realizing that the address he’d sent wasn’t that far from my apartment either. I didn’t even need to take the train. Checking Google to make sure I knew where I was going, I headed off. My hole was getting sore from all the abuse, and walking it felt swollen. I didn’t care though, I had one mission and that was to please Sir. The address was an average looking five floor walkup. I buzzed the number Sir had given me, glad that it was on the second floor, and started up. I knocked and a young guy opened it. He wasn’t my usual type, tall and skinny with thick framed glasses. He had a kind of crooked smile that gave him a very earnest look to him. He was probably twenty-five but he seemed younger. “C’mon in,” he said with a slight drawl. “So, you’re Sir’s new toy. He always picks cute ones.” As he spoke he pulled off his shirt to reveal a thin but very hairy torso, and tight pierced nipples. “I’m Rodger,” another lopsided grin. “How long has Sir been training you new boy?” “Two day, well I guess three? I met him three nights ago, but yesterday was my first day of… training.” “Fuck, you’re in the throes of you cum lust. I remember when Sir cunted me last year that first week I couldn’t do anything but get fucked. He gets in your head and shows you what you need.” “Sir cunted you, but you’re a top right,” I asked. Rodger laughed, his teeth while very white were slightly crooked. “Sir, well um, Sir made me learn to top. He said my cock was too good to go to waste swinging between my legs while I get bred, so he had me learn on his boys. Now I’m vers but I’m always Sir’s cunt when he wants it. But, my journey into topping is not what’s important right now. What is important is your cunting. Strip.” I was getting use to this command. I pulled my shirt off, kicked off my shoes and dropped my shorts. Rodger dropped his shorts too and I understood what Sir had meant by too good to waste. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear and now his soft cock hung like a challenge in front of me. He had to be almost as thick as my Super and just a little bit longer. Standing naked together he started to get hard. “Come into the bedroom,” he said, gesturing towards an open door. We walked in and he immediately grabbed me. Kissing my roughly, he pressed his tongue into my mouth and I melted into him. His cock was growing, pressed between our bodies. I could feel its heat rising. He pushed me back onto the bed and I could see that my hole would not be getting a rest during this fuck. He really was slightly longer than my super and just as thick. I was going to be destroyed. “Sir told me you just got bred?” “Yeah, I found my Super on Scruff and he fucked me in the basement laundry room.” “Fuck that’s hot. How big was he?” “Only a little smaller than you.” “Perfect I won’t have to warm you up. Get your legs in the air.” This was my life now, and I loved it. I grabbed my ankles and exposed my wet cunt to this perfect stranger. “Perfect,” he said and rubbed the blunt fat head of his cock on my hole. Just like all the other one big drop of spit and he started to press in. I moaned and my hole opened wide for him. “Fuck this cunt is perfect. The last boy Sir sent me I had to spend an hour working him open.” “How many boys does Sir have?” I asked slightly breathlessly as he slowly slide the last of his cock into me. “Three, including me. Well,” he pulled out and slammed back in “four now. I’ve helped train the last two. One and a half I guess. The last guy didn’t make it through the week.” He was fucking me now and I could only half listen to him. I was in my happy place. “The week?” I asked, panting a little. “Yeah, Sir started sending him out to friends and he couldn’t take it. He gave up.” “Fuck, I can’t imagine wanting to give up. I’ve never felt more myself.” “That is because you’re a cum dump. So am I. This is what we were meant to be.” Rodger leaned forward and kissed me, shoving his cock deep in me. I felt like putty in his hands as his fat cock stretched my cunt and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I hoped that Sir would let him fuck me often. As it turns out Rodger and I would fuck almost as often as Sir and I. I didn’t know it then but he was to become my best friend and partner is load taking. Breaking the kiss Rodger started to fuck me harder. He held onto my ankles forcing my legs back and my ass higher. He drilled down into my cum filled hole. I clenched and ass around him, trying to draw him deeper inside. “God your fucking cunt feels so good.” “Breed me. Fill me up.” Locking eyes with me a wicked grin came across Rodgers face as he leaned close to me and then spit right into my mouth. I was a little shocked but it turned me on all the same. “Please Sir, fill my cunt!” “Fucking cum dump faggot! Take this fucking load!” Rodger forced his cock still deeper in me and held still as his cock throbbed. For what felt like ages he held me there as he unloaded deep inside me. “Fuck that feels so good. Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet. I’ve got at least one more in me,” and with that he started pounding me even harder my ass leaking cum around his shaft.

Top here. I make it clear that I fuck bare, I cum inside, and I push it in deeper as I cum. I have had a few say no but most want it bare also.

Hunter noticed that Chris always ended up on top of Tyler. This was how they would fuck he decided. He pulled off his shirt and reached back to the side table and said, "You boys want lube? I'll just set it here if you do." He put the bottle on the bed near them. Chris and Tyler looked over to him and at the bottle and Hunter knew what was going through their minds. "Youve never used lube have you?" The boys shook their heads. "We just cum from rubbing against each other" Tyler said. "We dont need it." "Youve never jerked each other off or anything? You could also use it if you take things further. You know, maybe if you decide to fuck." He left it there. But he did notice that Tyler seemed to be lingering on Hunter's chest. It was hairier than the boys. Maybe Tyler liked older hairy guys. He would test that later. "You boys make a lot of precum anyway so maybe you could use that as lube." The hits were working on Chris and he saw that Hunter was creating an opening for him to push Tyler to do more. He grabbed the bottle of lube and raised himself to his knees. Tyler raised himself onto his elbows looking at Chris. Chris flipped open the top and poured a little of the lube onto his hand. He put it up to his nose and smelled it. Nothing. He looked into Tyler's eyes and grabbed Tyler's cock. He began to stroke Tyler's cock covering it with the lube. Tyler sank down and moaned. Stroking his cock never felt so good. Hunter saw an opportunity and grabbed the pipe and torch. Tyler opened his eyes when he heard the click and again raised himself up. Hunter knew he had him. He put the lit pipe up to Tyler's mouth. "Let's see how big a hit you can take." He turned to Chris. "Try that lube on your cock." He winked. They both knew this could happen. He pulled the pipe away and told Tyler to hold the hit longer. Hunter and Chris could see something changing in Tyler's eyes. After he exhaled, Tyler took another big hit. Chris poured lube directly on his cock and started stroking. It felt amazing. "How are you feeling Ty?" Chris asked knowing that something had changed. Tyler was still holding his second hit and nodded. But when he blew the cloud out, he moaned. "This feels really good." Tyler looked down at Chris' cock glistening with lube and rock hard. He wanted that cock more than usual. He couldnt expain it. Chris took two hits and he could feel that he was hornier than he had ever been before. He wanted to fuck. Without Hunters prompting, Chris leaned down to Tyler and shotgunned his second hit. Hunter stepped back as they made out with more passion than before. Hunter noticed that Tyler's legs were wrapped around Chris' waist. He moved to the foot of the bed and saw that Tylers hole was exposed. Chris' balls hung down but Hunter could still see that tight smooth virgin hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on his fingers. He crawled up onto the bed behind Chris. He crouched down and with his middle finger he teased the outside of Tylers hole and pressed his hole without pushing into him. He felt the heat of the boys hole and the moan from Tyler even muffled by Chris' mouth was loud. Chris had no idea what was happening but he liked that Tyler seemed to be loosening up. He moaned in response into Tylers mouth. Hunter tried to push things further. He lubed up his middle finger again and rubbed Tylers hole beginning to use a little more force until he began to feel the boys hole open for the finger. He felt the tightness of the hole wrap around the tip of his finger. Tyler moaned and unwrapped his legs from Chris and spread them out all while still locked in a kiss. Hunter knew what this meant. He pushed slowly in further without stopping knowing how much Tyler wanted this. And more. He found Tylers spot and began to rub inside him. "What? Oh my...that...what?" Chris pulled up and looked behind him. Hunter slowly pulled his finger out so Chris wouldnt sit on his arm. "I think its time Tyler." Hunter smiled. He always loved this moment watching a boy lose his virginity to another virgin. All with his guidance. Tyler nodded. Hunter grabbed the pipe and torch and gave them to Chris. "I want you guys to do this yourselves this time. Big hits. You can do it. In the meantime, you mind if I get naked?" This was the next step in crossing the lines that they had already established. Hunter told them he wouldnt join in the play but that was just to get them into his bed. Both Chris and Tyler nodded. It didnt matter if they were nodding about the hits or Hunter getting naked or both. They were all going to enjoy this. The boys took their hits with Chris lighting the pipe each time. It was almost sweet how Chris took care of Tyler like that. Little did they know. Hunter could see that the increased high was making them hornier and hornier. They were looking at each other during and after the hits like they had forgotten that Hunter was even there. Chris set the pipe and torch on the bedside table and looked over at Hunter who was naked and fully hard. "Woah Hunter. Youre huge." "You boys like it?" Tyler turned after hearing Chris' observation and his mouth was agape. "I'll take your silence as a yes." "Hey" said Tyler. "Whats with the biohazard tattoo? You a chemist or something?" They all chuckled. They were talking about the tattoo just above Hunter's 9 inch cut and dripping cock. "A chemist? Something like that."

I hooked up with a total top who was adamant using a condom. He's fucking me in different positions really getting into it, then right before he came I thought his dick felt different but wasn't sure. He came hard and deep inside me. He cleaned up in the bathroom, I touched my hole and it felt wet--smelled cum, then realized this condom-nazi stealth me! It was so hot he tried it. He came out of the bathroom, seemed a bit in a hurry to leave. We chatted as he dressed, he seemed he wanted to leave before I "found out". I told him I seem wet, and he admitted he stealth me, he said my ass felt too good and wanted it raw. I told him how hot I thought it was. I'm still naked on bed touching my wet asslips, he's watching me, then starts undressing again and says he needs to get back inside there, and fucks me like a madman in his fresh cumload like a demon. It didn't last too long but it was a great fuck. Hot.

Since I was a child I lived in the same neighborhood, with the same neighbors. I played on the street with the usual people, until we grew up and moved away. All the houses in the neighborhood had a child my age, except that of the neighbor on the right, who lived alone. Everyone said he was gay, so no one came close to him. But I always thought they were envious, because he had the biggest house in the region, with a pool and everything. My parents always treated him well, invited him to my birthday parties and he gave me great gifts, so I was always courteous to him too. When I was fourteen, my mother was diagnosed with cancer, and it was Pablo, the neighbor, who took care of me while my father was in the hospital with her. In the two years that followed until the death of my mother, we created a bond almost like father and son. At that time, I already knew that he was really gay, I had met some of his boyfriends, and he was the first person to whom I told that I was also gay. What I didn't told him was that I had a secret crush on him, after all, a skinny teenager like me would never have a chance with a mature, 36-year-old man, wealthy and well resolved like him. I had already spent countless afternoons in the pool at Pablo's house, and when he went swimming with me, I would look at his strong, hairy body, with that big volume in his trunks and all the tattoos he had on his body. He told me to wear swim trunks, but I always wore shorts, so he wouldn't notice my erection. My father was very depressed after my mother's death and started drinking, so whenever I could, I would run away to Pablo’s. He had even given me a copy of his key, so I could come in and watch TV or use the computer when he was gone working. One day, as usual, I went to his house during his working hours, thinking it would be empty. I was starting to settle in the living room when I heard a groaning noise coming from his room. I went there in silence and came across a scene that left my jaw dropping. Pablo was fucking another man with all the pressure. The guy was under him, in a chicken position, while Pablo fucked him mercilessly. His hairy, juicy ass was in front of me, as were his huge balls. The guy moaned and screamed like he was in paradise. For a moment, I thought the man under him had seen me, because he whispered something in Pablo's ear after looking at the door. But I was well hidden in the shades and they just kept fucking, without looking in my direction. I was looking at that scene for some time, my dick exploding in my underwear, when I heard Pablo saying: “Do you want my cum?” ”Yes, I really want it”, the other man shouted in ecstasy. “And what kind of cum is it?”, asked Pablo. “It's poz cum.” "Say what you want then," ordered my neighbor. “I want you to poz me, to fill me with HIV.” Hearing that was strange. First, because I didn't know that my neighbor had HIV. Second, the other guy was getting fucked without a condom on purpose, literally begging to be infected. A few seconds after that, I heard Pablo howling, and I knew he was coming inside the passive's ass, injecting him with his virus-contaminated semen. I turned away in silence, left his house and ran to mine. My cock was still hard and drooling in my underwear, so I ran to the bathroom and touched myself remembering the scene I had just witnessed. I came as I never had in my life, I had to restrain myself from screaming otherwise I would get my dad's attention. I didn't fully understand why the guy wanted to be infected with a virus that had no cure, but I realized how that would feel in sex. Because it was bigger than just sex, they were creating a bond that would last until the end of their lives, something totally irreversible. I never mentioned any of that to anyone, obviously, because people would find it strange and try to get me away from Pablo. I continued to act normally with him, but in a way our relationship was no longer the same, because I knew his secret. The more the time passed, the more I understood the fetish that man had to be pozzed by my neighbor. It was literally putting your life in the hands of the other, and I didn't know a better person than my neighbor to have that kind of trust. I started researching the subject on the internet and discovered that there was a whole community with this type of fetish. The more videos I watched, the more I became horny about it. I even lost track of how many handjobs I gave myself imagining my neighbor doing that to me. It was in these researches that I discovered that a tattoo that he had just above the swimsuit mark meant that he was positive and that he was proud of it. One day, when we were sitting by the pool, I got some courage and said: “I really like your tattoos, when I turn 18, I want to get some done.” "Tattooing is something that when you do the first one, you get addicted," he said. “Would you be upset if I had one just like yours?”, I asked. “Which one?” he wanted to know. "The one over the swim trunks," I said innocently. “I think it's very beautiful.” He smiled a little condescendingly, as if I had no idea what I was talking about and said: “That one has a very special meaning for me, someday I’ll explain it to you.” I didn't ask anything because I already knew what it meant, and he closed the matter too. But I realized that from that day on he started looking at me differently, as if he were evaluating me. At that time, I was starting to gain some muscle, because I was going to the gym and my body was starting to develop as well. There was hair growing in corners that I never imagined I could have it, and I left everything to be natural, just as I had seen that Pablo was. I thought he could be evaluating me in that matter, seeing the changes in my body, but he never said anything. Time passed and our relationship remained the same as always. It was childish of me to still hope to be with a man twenty years older than me, who thought about me as if I was his son more than anything.

Hi guys quick note before i start i'm new at writing fiction (first story >.< ) but thought since i have enjoyed so many of your amazing orgasm inducing tales i should try contribute to the community, so any feed back is more than welcome as its the only way we get better. a quick sorry in advance for the punctuation i have dyslexia and its a bitch. this story is based on all those films where the monster is loose and hunts its pray transforming them into creatures like itself, which always really turned me on ... and seems a natural fit for a genetically modified poz monster who wants to convert as many as possible with its toxic dick. nobody dies in this story they just become infected with super HIV developed by a shady pharma corp and transform still living into there new form. i hope you all enjoy and on with the story...... The group walked up to the glass and steel building of Gentech, its massive sign still lit proclaiming “Gentech a better world for all”. But with the lights in the building out and all personnel gone it looked eerie and dead they knew the building was fully evacuated except for basement levels where the labs are and from reports those lab floors were like a small labyrinth. The basement levels had been sealed due to a biological containment alarm with the twelve scientists who working at the time were still down there needing extraction. That was the job of S.R.A.R.G, a search and rescue group used by government to get assets out of compromising situations, the group sent was delta squad a five-man strong retrieval team each hand picked for their skills. The Figures moved up to the doors and slipped inside with military precision, five figures in all wearing black bio-containment suits the front figure held a tablet with a metal wand hooked up to it they waved it though the air of the large glass atrium the tablet lit up green, the figure nodded and they moved quickly across the marble floor their footsteps and rustling suites echoing off the glass and steel in the still darkness they reached an elevator and the front figure typed a code the beeping seeming too loud by far, the metal doors slid open with a shush of air and the group stepped inside without a word, the elevator descended. The figures remained silent the elevators doors opened again and they stepped into a small concrete room only just big enough to hold them all, a red light pulsed on the wall a message flashing on a small black screen underneath “containment breach full lock-down in effect” the figure with the tablet moved up to the large blast door that took up one wall like the entrance to a tomb. he plugged the tablet into it with a small cable, swiftly moved his hands across the glass pad within a few seconds the red flashing light stopped and the large metal door rumbled up. the figures braced themselves but they were only met with a set of glass doors leading to a long corridor lit with dull yellow emergency lights no panicked scientists. The lead figure pushed the glass door open carefully and waved the metal rod it took a few seconds but the tablet once again showed a green icon on the screen, the figure pulled the mask free from his face with a sigh of relief “all clear guys” he was greeted with a rush of hot moist air that smelled like a locker room, “Air isn't too fresh though makes sense with the air con off down here, but the system says there are dangerous no toxins or gasses ” He quickly striped off the rest of the bio hazard suite showing the black military boots, fatigues, jacket a bullet proof vest over the top seemed filled with tech gear, the man was in his twenties 5 foot 9 with sparkling green eyes his blond hair shaved up the sides and back and let to grow long on the top it made him look like a surfer dude who had dressed like a swat officer for Halloween. The other four followed his lead pulling off the black suits to show similar cloths, “if nothing is showing up why the lock down Gray?” Nate was a large man and team leader he looked in his early 30’s with a body that had been carefully sculpted at the gym, his chestnut hair and beard were both buzzed close to the skin Grey looked back up from the tablet and shrugged “no idea, I would need to get into their computer systems to have a look at what they were working on, mission brief just has they were outsourced by the military intelligence on a number of sensitive projects” Nate nodded and looked over the group “right where are going to split up and find the people trapped down here while Gray pulls the files from the main computers … mission control want to know what the hell they were playing with down here” he pointed at two men one could have been a blond frat boy not over 25 and the other with olive skin black hair “Jackson and Alverez you two search the labs and office area me and cooper will escort Graves to the main server room and then join you, be careful we still don’t know what triggered the biohazard alert ” Both men saluted and Jackson and Alverez moved into the Lab complex guns drawn Nate watched them disappear around the corner and had a bad feeling but looked as Gray and Nick cooper a 5;12 Black man with a swimmer's body and Scowled “let's get this done fast”.

This is part 1 of a fictional story. It's fairly raunchy and filthy so read the tags before proceeding. Subsequent parts will be based on reader's desires so feel free to leave comments, feedbacks and your most twisted kinks that you want to read going forward in this story. Today marks three years since my life changed for the better. When you read my story going forward, you might argue if I'm truly better off. It would be a valid argument except what you wouldn't understand is that, secretly, this is exactly what I had wanted all my life and more. But I'm getting ahead of myself. August 2017 (3 years ago) My life was awesome. Back then, I was Ian Connelly, the successful CMO of one of the largest consulting firms in the world. At 35, I was rich, successful and the poster boy for American capitalism. I had played by the rules, worked my ass off and had achieved everything I had set out to do. People loved me, they wanted to be with me, they wanted to be me, they looked up to me and craved my company in their life. The other advantage of success was the constant availability of sex. Women, men, trans, queer- whatever I was in the mood for, a few phone calls and I could have someone delivered to my door. I could do what I want with little accountability and by god, did I love it. And yet, I wasn't truly happy. There was something I wanted but I was too afraid to seek it. Afraid of opening that door and stepping into a life I so desperately craved, and yet terrified of. I wanted to be pozzed. I wanted to be a slave. I wanted to be a poz slave. It had been a fantasy since my undergrad days. A desire that had translated to hours on the internet seeking porn and discussions that scratched that itch. And over the years, that fantasy got darker and more fucked up. I wanted to be pozzed by an ugly beast. A man far removed from society's notion of acceptable behavior who would take me in his arms and give me a place to kneel next to his feet. A man so disgusting, that the idea of him would make people shudder in disgust. His audacity for filth would be a natural barrier to any person and yet, he would do nothing to change the way he was. Just picturing someone like him would make my dick throb. That fantasy got worse over the years and it delved deeper into some very fucked up desires. I wanted to be blackmailed into getting pozzed. Blackmailed by such a man to be pozzed by him and be his slave or be outed as a closeted, repressed bug chaser sub. It was just a fantasy. Until it wasn't anymore. -- I had been browsing the internet for some pozzing videos in one of the popular HIV forums. My desires were clearly stated in my profile but despite countless messages from many guys over the years, I had never acted on them. I had fun chatting with guys, telling them what I wanted while I jerked off and blew my load. When I saw a message from a new user called 'Pig-Farmer', I figured it would be a fun way to get off. We exchanged pleasantries and a few body pics. His user name was apt because the man looked like a pig. I didn't see his face but he was clearly big, burly and hairy. Piercings and tattoos adorned his hairy body but what really piqued my interest was the scorpion tattoo on his neck and the biohazard symbol above his groin. I sent him photos of my naked muscled fuzzy front and back, with a clear shot of my parted ass cheeks and visible hole. He responded with a photo of his dick. Actually, it wasn't a dick. It was a weapon of mass destruction. Not very long (about 7-7.5 inches but wider than a beer can. Dark veins covered the length of his manhood and it all ended at a dark pink head with a frenum, ampallang, lorum and a PA (I know all about cock piercings). The sight of his cock made my mouth water and my ass throb. Then he sent me a pic of his ass and it made me lose my mind. It wasn't just that he had a furry, big ass (which he most certainly did), but it looked dirty. The sight of it, while revolting to most, made me swoon. Picturing myself between them, my tongue lapping at that disgusting beautiful hole was all I wanted and I wanted it bad. We exchanged a bunch of messages after that and I got the sense he didn't have this happen to him often when someone would seek his company despite seeing him in all his glory. He wasn't very chatty but he was unapologetically filthy. This was the start of a beautiful online friendship that lasted for two months. He would send me pics of his dirty cock, all slimy and cheesy, that would make my cock harden and ooze. In exchange, I would send him pics of my bubble butt. Sometimes, I'd be at work when he'd tell me to send him pics so I'd take off my trousers and send him ass pics, wearing business formals on top and showing off my hole. Eventually, I sent him pics of my face. He never asked for them but during the time I had been talking to him, a connection had been established. I trusted him but most importantly, I wanted him to know who I was. He never showed me his face and I didn't ask for it. Somehow, it made it hotter knowing that he could put up my pics online and I'd have no way of stopping him. After two months of regular conversations, he finally proposed a meeting. He sent me an address about an hour's drive away, far outside city limits and asked me to meet him there three days later. At first, I was scared. As long as it was online, there was an element of control but was I ready to meet someone knowing where it would end? I knew this was my only chance, to have what I had always wanted but I was nevertheless scared shitless. The thought kept bothering me until the day of our proposed meet. Yet, as scared as I was, I decided to go. The address was in a very isolated area. An abandoned factory was the only place around for miles and it seemed I was supposed to go inside. I walked up to the front door and tried to open it but it was locked. Confused, I was about to step out when the door opened and out stepped a big burly bouncer. "The fuck do you want?", he grumbled with a snarl. I was at a loss of words. What was this place and why was I told to come here? Where was my online friend? Did he prank me? Thoughts like these raced through my mind as I scrambled for words. Defeated, I turned around to leave when suddenly "Yo, come in. I know why you're here", the bouncer said. I was confused by his attitude but I decided to go inside. Once in, the door closed behind me and I found myself in a corridor. The bouncer asked me to follow him and we walked through the corridor until we came upon a large door. "Step in", he said pulling the huge door open. Inside, I found myself in a pub of some kind. Men of all kinds and ages were in there, drinking, conversing and enjoying themselves. I saw two guys drinking and chatting while rubbing each other's cock through the fabric of their pants. A rather large man was being aggressively kissed by a muscular dude who was squeezing the big man's hefty chub. A skinny dude was getting his nipples twisted by a silver fox, while getting his dick rubbed by another gentleman. I made my way towards the bar and ordered a beer. My friend was nowhere to be seen and I had zero clue as to why I was here. I downed my beer pretty quickly and ordered another, waiting for him to show up. Eventually, I realized I had been stood up and decided to call it a night. Suddenly, I felt my nipples being grabbed and twisted hard, making me moan. I felt a man's weight against my back with the smell of booze and man musk violating my nasal senses, while his hands worked my nipples. "I am glad you came boy." It was him! I tried turning around but he put more weight against me, preventing me from turning. I'm a strong guy, with years of weight training under my belt but this man was stronger, much stronger. "Just relax baby. Let me work those pig tits and you finish that beer." His words were like an aphrodisiac that calmed me down. I had a slight buzz going too, which might have helped in making me more suggestible and docile but I adhered to his words and kept sipping my drink while he played with my nipples. "You're hot, boy. Daddy's gonna like turning a hot guy into a real pig." His words went straight to my cock which started chubbing up quickly. He noticed it as one of his hands slipped down my body and rubbed my cock through my jeans. "Yeah, that's a nice cock. Looks like you're liking daddy's attention." "Fuck yeah daddy, feels so good." "Finish your drink and pay up. We are leaving boy," he said while withdrawing his hands from my nipples and cock. I downed my beer in one go and pulled up some cash when daddy stopped me. "No cash boy. Pay him with a card, Apple Pay or any other traceable shit like that." As weird as that instruction was, I did what he told me to. I pulled up my credit card and paid my tab. "Good boy. We are leaving now," he barked. He didn't wait for my answer as he walked towards the entrance door. I was frozen in place. The situation, as hot it was, was making me apprehensive. If I went with him, I was opening myself to something there was no coming back from. It was hot and part of me wanted it really bad but my conscious mind reigned supreme. I decided to slip out quietly without him noticing, saving myself from the situation I had put myself in. I waited for a few mins before slipping out. He was nowhere to be seen and I made a dash for my car. I had parked a little way off the road, away from anyone's sight, which gave me an advantage. Or, so I thought. "Going somewhere?" his voice boomed in the silent night, just as I was about to open the door to my car. "Mmm yeah, look, I gotta run. Something's come up at work," I stammered and opened the door of my car. "You sure boy?" his voice dropped a few octaves, turning into a slight whisper, as he started walking towards me. I was still facing my car when I felt him behind me. I was about to turn when I felt the sharp prick of something against my spine. It was a knife. The man had a knife to my back! My legs were shaking, I was sweating and breathing deep slow breaths, trying to stay calm. He stayed frozen too, his knife resting against my back, as the strong musky smell wafting off of him turned me on ever so slightly. Here I was, in a perpetual life and death situation, sporting a partial. At that moment, I felt truly fucked up as waves of both horniness and fear raced through my body. "Here's what's gonna happen boy. You are gonna leave your car here and you are going to come with me. Understood?" "Yes." I felt the knife pressing against my back harder as he leaned in closer to my ear. "Yes what boy?" "Yes...Yes sir." "Try again boy" "Yes..Daddy" "That's right boy. You're gonna love what Daddy has planned for you. All the fucked up shit you're too pussy to do by yourself, Daddy's gonna make you do it boy." He pulled the knife off my back and my body relaxed. I let out a deep breath to release my anxiety when I felt him push me against my car and push his weight against my back. "You don't have a choice anymore boy. If you think about leaving, you should know that this place is a known private club for poz men to meet. You used your card here, think what would happen if people found out." He pushed his crotch against my ass, letting it rest against my cheeks before continuing. "Besides, you wouldn't want Daddy to send all the naughty pics and texts to your contact now would you? What would they think of Ian, the closeted neg bug chasing pig trolling for poz dad dick on the internet." Hearing him blackmail me and use my fear against me made my cock throb and my body experienced a wave of pleasure that made me buckle. He put his arms around my front and held me steady, kissing my neck as he let me steady myself. "Relax boy, Daddy knows what you need piglet. You don't have to be scared of Daddy anymore because Daddy knows who you really are. What you really are." That's when I felt the sudden spurt of wetness expanding in the crotch area of my jeans. I had cum hands free, hard. Most importantly, I needed to do this. I was going to do this. I had no choice. --

Those are great points. The reflection concept you mention is one that's particularly important to me actually. In fact that's a big reason I've decided to see this therapist right now because I feel I'm lacking some clarity in various aspects of my life. But the direction I'm going from the standpoint of sexuality is part of that. We discussed sexuality in some detail in the past session and I was encouraged that he has views very similar to the ones I'm developing which felt like a good reflection experience. And my hesitation is in fact a bit of self protection until I'm sure I have a sense I'm not going to be shamed, considering the extreme degree of shame I grew up with I'm leery to let myself be shamed by a therapist even though I really don't think he's going to do that.

Congratulations on escaping a "wacko religious environment." Speaking from experience, i know that can be a complex process. As far as talking to a therapist is concerned, i think they can be very helpful and i also think they can cause damage. i think, in large part, that depends on the one getting the 'counseling.' i think the purpose of counseling is to optain self knowledge. We discover who and how we are in self reflection and in relationship with others (i.e., seeing our reflection in them). A challenge is, none of us is a perfect 'mirror,' so none of us reflects perfectly. i see a therapist as a trained 'reflector,' and a 'good' one should give you a clear reflection of who and how you are. i believe part of what turns a religious environment "wacko" is people looking for an authority to tell them 'the truth,' and those who think they are an authority on 'the truth.' i've seen a lot of people leave religion (or atheism), only to transfer the disposition that got them there to the next authority or 'ism.' To me, a question is: "why did you feel hesitant about telling your therapist about bareback and taking loads?" To me, his job is to reflect you, help you understand who you are , and in this case, help you understand more about your desire to bareback and take loads. i do not think his job it to be an authority in your life and tell you this is 'good' or 'bad.' Not saying he is btw. Your hesitance could just be a reflection of fear on your part, which to me would be a great insight to get from therapy.

Fucking HOT! Love taking anon loads from strangers!

The combination of "XL" and "mature" in a profile name... Well, it brings out all sorts of emotions in me! Since I'm 41, though, "mature" often just means somebody nearly my own age, but in this case the man was actually in his 60s - so enough of an age difference for age play to be plausible... And we all know that "XL" is an unreliable measure, but the pics were impressive and seemed to back up the claim, so... Yeah, within a couple of hours I showed up at his house dressed in tight shorts and pretending to be perhaps 25 years younger than my actual age... He was... Controlling! I was immediately told off for being late, and he grabbed me and pulled me into the sitting room where he sat down and pulled me down across his lap. Yeah, okay, perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised that age play with a dominant older man might include a solid smacking, but there we are. I'm blond, and that's my excuse! SMACK! Yeah, so it frigging hurts to get a proper smacking! Even if it's with the shorts still on. But okay; I had showed up to be a naughty boy, so I guess I should have seen it coming. He made me tell him how I had been naughty with other men as his hand kept coming down on my buttocks - and I guess most of you know I get turned on by telling others how naughty I've been, so yeah... I got a boner while he was smacking me. He noticed, of course, since it was pressing down against his thighs, and he commented on what a faggot I was to get hard from getting a smacking (though actually it was the confession, not the smacking that got me hard, but no need to tell him that), and he stood me up and pulled down my shorts to reveal my cock. By then I was drooling pre-cum, and he used one finger to pick up a strand of it to show me and told me what a sick guy I was. Then he forced me down in his lap again and continued smacking me, now on my bare arse. And damn, it stung when he slapped me hard - but my cock kept drooling, so I guess I liked it... Or perhaps it was just the fact that I always get instantly horny when I have my naked arse up in the air? I instinctively spread my legs a bit, showing him my hole - and he naturally commented on what a goddamn slut I was. Yes, that is correct, Sir! And as I spread my legs a bit wider he told me that the only way to cure me was to give me a proper man-handling, so he shoved two fingers in my mouth and told me to lick them wet, and then he pushed them in my hole. Now, if this was his way of punishing me? Well, it didn't work... He fingered me hard, and I loved every second of it and felt him hit the sweet spot several times, sending shivers through my body... And while I might be a bit old for playing a naughty teenager, my arse can still tempt men, so eventually he ordered me up and told me to bend over the dining table. Well, my butt cheeks were glowing hot, but that was nothing compared to the anticipation of my hole when I heard him unzip his trousers! And slam. No, this time it wasn't his hand on my buttock; it was his cock slamming raw into my hole. SO GOOD!!! Unfortunately for me it was apparently also very good for him, because after 10-15 deep thrusts I felt him unload in me. So... Yeah, that was a bit quick. But he gave me another few slaps on my arse, told me to pull up my shorts and get out - and that was kind of hot... Walking down his drive with a glowing red arse under my shorts and leaking just a teeny bit of his cum, wondering if it would make a visible stain on my shorts before I got to my bus home... Well, kind of a turn-on! (So yeah, I texted a regular fuckbuddy and told him I was loaded up but needed more cock. He sorted me out. He sorted me out GOOD!)

I’m 25 and me and most of my friends are on PrEP and none of us use condoms... ever! I’ve fucked one or two guys bagged up but I have never, not once, let a too fucking me without doing it bare and without him breeding me balls deep. I think I’m the age of PrEP condoms are just not the norm anymore and it’s only getting MORE that way. I mean, lucky me 😇

The most awesome cock I ever sucked was my str8 mate's. We were gym buddies so I saw his cock regularly, nice thick shaft n heavy balls. I used to dream about what it would look like erect. He knew I was gay so no issue there. Eventually he called me out for staring at it. I was honest and said he'd got a beautiful cock and if he was ever up for it I would give him the best blow job he ever had. He was and he came back to mine and dropped to my knees and went to town on his cock - a beautiful thick 8 inch veined uncut beauty. I made him moan n grunt and shoot his load o thick salty sperm into my mouth.

Need help with one of my bottom pigs. He always cums early while I'm doing him, so I have an idea. I want to cover my meat stick with his jizz and continue breeding him. This is to be a surprise for him, and he's begging me for a hint. What can I say that won't give away this surprise until it happens?

Yeah it kinda sucks, I hate how attracted to him I was...and honestly if he came back and hit me up to fuck again id be totally down to do so

Have a beefy married straight daddy over at work. Was disappointed that his dick was much smaller than it looked from the picture and wasn't hard enough, but still took his huge load anyway. Unsatisfied, I went over to a Grindr guy's place to feed my still hungry hole after work. Turns out, we had met earlier on- this is not a rare circumstances thanks to Sniffies. He has a boy nextdoor looking face, carrying a 7.5 inch tool. We pulled down our pants, he had me on my knees. He shoved his dick right in without lube once I sniffed the new Iron Horse I just bought. "Do not move, as I am using that hole." I followed his instruction like a good bottom boi should. He fucked skillfully with a repetitive pace like a fuck machine. He used my hole for a good fifteen minutes before ending it with a soft gentle moan.

my hole is on the tight side like to find a top that likes it or will want to stretch to suit him

Helping my sister move from Washington to Arizona was not how I wanted to spend my spring break, but being the loving brother that I am, I forewent the parties and potential tail to drive a U-Haul 1,000 miles while she followed in her car. We were driving down I-5 in Oregon when her check engine light came on, so we stopped at a Taco Bell to assess the situation and get some dinner. The guy behind the counter was a flirty 19 year old blonde kid who, while serving us, kept smiling at me, and after we ordered our meal, he proceeded to wipe down every (already clean) table close to ours in the otherwise deserted restaurant. Knowing what was up, I excused myself and headed to the bathroom. I was standing at the urinal with my cock hanging out when Blondie walks into the bathroom. He threw the deadbolt and walked towards me, making eye contact the entire time. Coming up behind me, he looked over my shoulder at my hard cock and gave a half-whimper, half-sigh. I smiled and turned, whereupon he dropped to his knees. The kid had skills, managing to swallow half of my thick uncut cock without choking, and bobbing up and down on my cock all the while frantically clawing at the front of his uniform, trying to free his own rod. After he had slobbered all over my knob for a minute, I grabbed his arms and lifted him to his feet. Reluctantly he stood-up, all the while trying to suckle at my cock. I grabbed his pants, opened his fly, pushing this trousers and boxers to his ankles in no time at all. His cock was respectable and rock hard, but I didn't really care as his ass was my principal interest. I turned him toward the sink and gazed at his perky bubble butt which was covered in light blonde fur. He bent over and spread his cheeks, inviting my inspection. Naturally I dove right in, tasting soap and boy sweat, as I munched on his tight, pink little pucker. He groaned in pleasure, but adding "I don't have a lot of time." "This won't take long" I replied, standing up and lining-up my pole with his hole, applying just a a little pressure to gauge his response. "Do it man, fuck me dude. Shove that big cock in my hole, please. I wanna finish my shift with your cum leaking outta me." With that he pushed back, his tight little hole opening wide to swallow my cock. He grunted as his ass slammed into my hips, and then we both simultaneously groaned. As I began to plow him, his hole tightened back up, and he grabbed the sink counter to steady himself as I grabbed his hips for better leverage. Using only our combined spit for lube, I was going to town on his young hole, not that I needed to worry: I can always tell when a hole has had practice, and this guy was no virgin. I briefly wondered who else has left his load in this sexy stud. His father? An older brother? Truckers who have stopped at the restaurant for tacos? It became a moot thought as I neared my orgasm. "Where do you want my load, boy?" "Inside me! Cum in my ass please!" "You want this poz load up your hole?" His hands reach behind me and pull me tighter into him, as his ass clenched down on my cock, crooning "Fuck that's hot man! Breed me with your poison jizz." That was all I need to hear and I started to shoot. Four or five spurts later I could feel his ass contracting in the tell-tale way that meant he had just shot all over to sink. I pulled out and before I can reach for the paper towels, he whipped around and swallowing my softening cock, cleaning up the leftover toxic cum clinging to it. Then as I watched, while tucking myself into my pants, he turns back to the sink and cleaned-up his own leftover mess. As I turned to leave, he smiled at me, cum still glistening on his lips. "Thanks" he said, panting and looking up at me like a little puppy. "No, thank you." I replied, leaving him there to put himself back together.

Perfectly and concisely put. Of course, there are some people who will come along and say "You aren't ENTITLED to not experience dickishness, so stop being a snowflake!" It's as though those people never grew out of third grade where the response "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" is the most commonly uttered set of words in the English language. Oddly, those same people who demand the right to blurt out racist things are the most offended when someone else accurately pegs them as a racist. Sometimes it seems to me that the "No X Y or Z" people are offended by the idea that they might have to take the initiative to say no, directly, to someone. They'd rather put up a dickish declaration of what they don't want, in their profiles, than be obliged to directly say "no thank you" to someone in whom they have no interest. Talk about snowflakes.

Am newly poz for me it didn’t change a thing i whas scared of the meds my insurance only pay 80% the balance it’s all covered by the meds company ask your doctor about it i only wish I new where and when I got poz hope fully it whas like a fantasy that night i don’t regret it at all

I dont really like him but he's not pushing for marxist/socialist/communist ideas and policies like his opposition is, want to see where those 3 things lead look at the shit hole Venezuela is now, or the big blue cities in the US that are being vacated.

I lay there in the dark. I could just see shapes in front of me. I was on a leather mattress, one of three next to each other. A guy I could see was lying next to me. Like me he had his ass open to the sky, to anyone. My ass was open to anyone as well. But it was open to Poz guys more than anyone else. I didn’t want to discriminate. But to me I needed Poz cum. Only 30 minutes before I was on my iPhone typing my position and area on my iPhone. The ad I placed in Barebackrt was very specific. “ Poz guys only to breed Neg guy not on Prep in dark room at Bathhouse. Please bareback Poz with the words not on Meds Poz” time and place. Here I was 30 mins later lying on my stomach in the dark . My asshole was lubed. Every other minute I sniffed poppers. My cock was irrelevant. It is an intense experience lying in the dark, sniffing poppers, watching shadows in front of you. The guy next to me was as still as a plank. Part of me wanted to check his pulse. When a guy came near him and start to fuck him, he hardly made a sound. You could feel men’s hands feel your ass and legs ,finger your hole. Random men . But I wanted something else . Something more . I waited. It seemed like forever and not long at all. A guy was feeling my leg in the dark. It was slow . He got to my ass and seemed to linger around my hole. Suddenly a voice came out of the darkness” Not on Meds , Poz” That was it . Nothing for a moment, as I breathed harder. Suddenly I felt wetness, Then I felt hardness. Then pain , then pleasure. Next to me the voice again.” You got more than you bargained for . Take that Poz cock.” He pushed it in hard. I had an intake of breath. We both stopped for a moment . Then a voice. “ “You sure you want this?. No turning back” He almost impaled me and I answered almost in a scream. “ Give me your Poz DNA.” He breathed against my neck. “ Your a fucking slut” “ Yes” I responded. The guy fucking me laughed. Then loudly he said to anyone in the room “ This slut wants to be fucked Poz, full of Poz cum. No self respect. He deserves everything he gets. Load him up with anything”. With his elbow he pushed me down. “I will be back”. He got off me. Emptiness. This was only for a minute or so . “ Fuck bitch you want fucking AIDS!!” In short jabbing movements the next guy did not care. “ Been Poz 3 weeks you will fucking have this Pozzz” He trailed off. He had cum. So quickly. He managed to say “ Slut” as he left me but he disappeared as quickly as he came. I felt myself smile. This is heaven.This is the meaning of life. Another voice. “ No meds, Poz” this guy just grunted, again and again pushing into me. “ Fuck slut you are Poz “ He came abruptly. Next to me the other guy being bottomed moved. He put his hand on my shoulder”. I need to cum “ He said. “ I have no idea what I am . If I have it or not. Never been tested”. “Please fuck me “ I replied. He moved on top of me and started to pound hard my ass . “ I need to cum .Fuck this is so hot. Fuck you are so we wet. Fuuck!”. He had cum. He breathed against my neck. He stayed there for the longest time and then moved” Hope you get what you want” He said as he left. I was still smiling to myself in the darkness when I heard a familiar voice. Gruffly he announced to the shadows . “Have you had your fill of Poz cum slut? “ “ Never” I replied. “Please fill me up with more” He rammed into me hard. I panted into the mattress. “I am close ,slut. You are going to be Charged Poz. Fuck you are going to have dirty seed in you. Take that Poz seed! “ We both lay there. “You are going to have to go out of this Dark room eventually. People are milling around out the door to see who the Poz loving cum dump is. I smiled to myself. I had achieved wanted I was a Poz loving cum dump in a Bathhouse darkroom.

Fuck that's hot. I had a buddy with a big dick go in me dry. I was having a bit of a struggle but he kept at it, whispering "come on let me in" and finally without me even feeling my hole relax he said "there we go" and slid beautifully into my hole. It felt amazing.

Thanks for all the comments on the first chapter hope you enjoy this one .The force of the cock in my ass shocked me and caused the searing pain that woke me up and then I could feel the warmness of what was being pumped into my arm made that go away real quick turning the pain into pleasure real quickly. I looked up and was met with the smiling face of my roommate looking down at me. I turned my head at the guy that was pumping into my ass and was awed at the addonis that was pumping real hard at my cunt and making me moan like a bitch in heat. I looked around my room and saw 4 other guys all with strong looking bodies stroking some pretty hard and impressive looking cocks. I could feel the one in my ass start to thicken and with one final slam Mr addonis unloaded such a massive load of cum in my ass. I could feel each volley of his load coat every part of my insides and it was very warm if not blazing hot and I loved it. He pulled out quickly causing a nice loud pop noise to come from my ass which was quickly replaced with another cock quickly. The second guy plunged straight in down to the root causing me to lose my breath for a moment and he stayed still for a moment to let me adjust before starting his own hammering. The first guy walked to my front and presented me with his wet cummy cock for me to clean and I instantly accepted the invitation. With these two gods at each end of me I couldn't do much but look again at my roommate and saw him smiling again. Do you like your surprise? I couldn't give him a direct answer but grunted in approval. What you didn't know Jacob was that you thought we were at 2 separate parties but we were at the same and I saw you strike out a few times at getting laid so once I saw you leave for home I hopped on Grindr real quick and got ahold with all these guys and talked to all of them into fucking you crazy with no stops. Once everyone agreed we waited until I figured you were sleeping and we went into the house to find you. I knew Jeremy was crafty and I was so happy he was because I was so loving the attention I was getting. My mind went back to feeling the large cock buried in my cunt and the other buried in my throat and felt amazingly full. These two men matched each others thrusts so they pulled out and buried in again at the same time. I am lucky I have no gag reflex and was able to feel this long rod make its way down my throat. The man fucking me was picking up the pace and so did the guy in my throat and I knew what was about to happen. They both slammed in me hard at the same time and I could feel both loads gushing into my holes as well as another slam in my arm where my roommate injecting a nice slam of Tina in me making me soar off the bed. They both pulled out of me and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was full again and sure enough another cock in my cunt and other in my throat. It went like this for a while and I lost track of time until everyone in the room had a turn at my holes. Once everyone got their turn I was untied and sat up and given something to drink. I figured I knew what it was and when I felt the tart taste of the piss I gulped it all down. I came down on my high a bit and could feel the soreness in my ass and my throat but what I felt most of all was happy and full. I stood up and felt all the loads in my ass start to trickle out and walked to each of the guys standing in my room and gave them each a big hug and shoved my tounge down their throats. I got to my roommate last and told him I was very grateful for him doing this and that we made our agreement he was smiling at me and hugged me and I whispered in his ear that the night isn't over yet. I stuck a needle in Jeremy's ass and pushed the plunger down and in a split second Jeremy started to go to sleep. Jeremy didn't see that one of the guys handed me a syringe while we were hugging and kissing and that he had whispered to me that it was a sleeping drug and to stick Jeremy's ass with it so we could all set up some more fun before the night was over.

I'm not certain what sources you researched, but you have received erroneous information. The US Centers for Disease Control says it takes temperatures over 140° F (60° C) to kill the norovirus: [think before following links] https://www.cdc.gov/vitalsigns/norovirus/index.html The CDC says it take 167° F (75° C) to kill the influenza virus: [think before following links] https://www.cdc.gov/flu/resource-center/images/multi-language-pdfs/contamination_cleaning_english_508.pdf It is unlikely the COVID-19 virus requires anything less. Steam sterilization, such as in an autoclave, occurs at 250-270° F (121-132° C): [think before following links] https://www.cdc.gov/infectioncontrol/guidelines/disinfection/sterilization/steam.html According to one large sauna/steam room manufacturer, steam rooms operate between temperatures of 110-114° F (43-46° C), well below the temperatures to kill viruses. One could make a case that a steam room's warmth and humidity are a perfect medium for bacteria and viruses. Saunas operate at a temperature range of 180-195°F (78-90°C). The CDC recommends 30-45 minutes exposure at 250-270° F (121-132° C) to kill pathogens, more than most people can handle in one sauna sitting. [think before following links] https://www.cedarbrooksauna.com/differences-between-saunas-and-steam-rooms.html

No one should be embarrassed either about actual abuse or any of the sex they have willingly. I mean, yeah, sometimes the scene goes wrong to the point that it's embarrassing, but a general embarrassment about being abused or consensual sex? I don't endorse that type of normative sexual repression. My goal for the site is to help people get over their hangups about sex and approach their sex lives realistically and honestly. That's the only way people can have a healthy sex life. If talking about their early experiences gets them to that place, so be it.

Part 2 There was an awkward pause finally broken when Eddie observed that it looked like things started without Marco and him. Jimmie and Al seemed unsure what to do given their reluctance to hookup with Eddie and Marco because of their respective HIV statuses. Al then stated that he and Jimmie were probably too tired to get it up anymore for the night. All eyes turned to me as Jimmie asked, "Well Jay, we're turning in. What do you want to do?" I took a long, lustful look at Eddie and Marco and replied, "I think my ass has room to take plenty more loads. Plus, I haven't even cum yet." "That's just the attitude we like," said Marco. "You're welcome to come over to our place." "Yes, let the fucking continue. I'm ready." Looking at Jimmie and Al, Eddie informed them that they were welcome to join in later if they changed their minds. Eddie pulled me up off the bed and then ran his hand up my bare ass. He stuck his index and middle fingers up my ass and led me out the trailer. Marco then left and closed the door behind him. We stood in between the two trailers with me totally naked with three loads of cum and two fingers jammed up my ass. It had to be well past midnight and no other nearby campsites were occupied. Eddie remarked that Jimmie and Al had done a good job of preparing me for the main event. He wanted to know if I was ready and I assured him that I was. He pointed to a picnic table at the empty campsite across the road. He told me to get on top of the table on all fours facing away from their trailer and wait while he and Marco got ready. He further instructed that I keep looking straight ahead. With that I walked over to the table and assumed the position as I heard Eddie and Marco enter their trailer. A few minutes later, I heard a door open and footsteps coming closer to me. I heard Jimmie ask what I was doing out there and I recited what Eddie had instructed me to do. Jimmie asked if I was sure that I knew what I was doing. I told him I was sure and that this was not the first time I had done something like this. Jimmie then confided that he wanted to join in with Eddie, Marco, and me but that Al completely disapproved of the situation. With that, he gave me another deep, wet kiss and stroked my dick a while before heading back to his trailer. More time passed before I hear a door open footsteps. Eddie and Marco walked around the table to face me. Eddie was wearing a leather harness and leather kilt. Marco had a leather cap and leather jockstrap. Marco asked if I still want their poz dicks. I responded that I've never wanted anything more than to take as much poz cum as they could give me. With that, Eddie and Marco pulled me up and we had a three way makeoutsession in the open. Eddie broke it up by announcing that he was going to burst if he didn't get a chance to fuck me soon. He then pulled me along towards his trailer. We stepped inside and I realized that he and Marco had put the extra space in it to good use. A sling was set up in the living room area. I knew my place and instantly started to climb into it. Eddie and Marco helped with my legs and feet and I'm then ready to be fucked in no time. Eddie flipped up his kilt and I saw a stiff and thick 8" cock with what looked like a 0 ga. Prince Albert. This was the dick of my dreams and I expressed my wish to worship that awesome tool with my mouth. Eddie let me know that there would be ample opportunity for that, but first it had an appointment with my ass. "Are you ready to take my poz cum, boy?" he asked. "As much as you can give me." came my reply. "I can give a lot. Are you bugchasing boy?" "Maybe, After you're done with me, I hope I don't have to chase any more." "My cum is pretty dirty boy. And Marco's is extremely filthy. Are you going to beg us to knock you up? "Yes, yes. I want you to knock me up. Mark me forever. Change my destiny. I want your gift. I want your toxic cum. And Marco's. And whatever else you want to give to me. Give me everything. I'm a whore, a bugchasing, wannabe std infested slut. A tramp. Use me, use me, use me." Eddie was working his deathstick into me as I was pleading. Fuck, he was thicker than even Jimmie was. Eddie informed me that he and Marco have probably knocked up 4 guys in the last 3 months. With so many sluts on PrEP these days, that was quite an accomplishment. Eddie worked his way in fairly quickly, adding a little bit of lube to help the 3 loads of cum already in my ass. Eddie's PA felt great rubbing along my insides. I imagined it ripping me open to make me more receptive to getting pozzed. Eddie worked his dick in and out of my butt while letting me know that I was going to get knocked up for sure. Eddie assaulted my ass for a long time. He said he was trying to tear me open with his PA so that I would definitely catch the bug. Eddie pulled out of me and pointed to his dick that had streaks of red on it. "Let me see it, please sir." I begged. Eddie came up to my face and presented his blood-coated tool to me. I moved my mouth to it and took it inside. "That's it, suck the blood, ass, and cum off my cock." It was pure bliss as the realization that my chances of becoming poz were skyhigh."The countdown to your infection has started" Eddie said as he went back to my ass and resumed plowing me. He was moving really fast. "MMM, I'm really tearing you up. Are you ready for it?" I squeezed my ass muscles as tight as I could. Eddie continues thrusting in and out of me. With the resistance my ass was providing, it was painful but pleasurable at the same time with the knowledge that he was probably really damaging my insides. "Get ready for it, I'm going to give you load number one of pozcum. I've got three days worth for you." Eddie tensed up and his dick spasmed out a stream of toxic cum in me. "Take it all, bitch." Eddie stayed inside me to shoot every last drop of his poz cum into me. Eddie pulled out of me when he was finished, and Marco was at my hole lining up his dick. It was 6" and almost as thick as Jimmie's staff. He had no trouble entering me. Eddie brought his dick back up to my mouth for cleanup. His cock had a LOT of my blood on it along with a cum and assjuice mixture. I greedily lapped it all off of his cock and Eddie was very pleased by my eagerness. "That's it. Clean it up like a good little poz tramp We'll get you a biohazard trampstamp tattoo to let the world know what you are. Marco is super-toxic right now. I bloodied up your hole real good for him. Watch as he moves his dick in and out of you. He's intentionally poking the sides of your ass to cause more damage to you. Did you know you might get an added gift of Hep-C from him? How would you like that?" I was out of my mind with bliss at that moment. I pleaded with them to fill me with their cum over and over to be absolutely sure I was getting pozzed by them. Marco pulled his fat shaft out of me and brought it to my face for inspection. His dick was even bloodier than Eddie's had been the last time! While I was cleaning Marco's dick with my mouth, Eddie moved to my ass and buried four of his fingers into it. He took special care to scratch my bowels with his fingernails. Marco was cleaned up and ready to go back to assaulting my ass. Eddie pulled his hand out of me and started working it into Marco's butt while Marco was fucking me. Marco told me that he didn't know who knocked him up. It might not have been Eddie. He said how lucky I was to know the couple giving me HIV. I was a moaning mess, turning my head side to side. This was the best time ever. Marco then came without warning. He said he was so overwhelmed that couldn't hold back any longer. My ass felt it was sloshing with cum, much of it toxic! Marco began licking my ass with his tongue and sticking it inside to collect some of the gooey mixture it contained. He then came up and started kissing me deeply sharing the dirty treasures of my butt. Clean up of his rod was next, and a mixture of dried blood, cum, and whatever else awaited me. Marco said I was a fine puta and was going to get much more poison in me before they let me go. Eddie produced a thick buttplug with little knobs protruding from its shaft. Eddie worked it inside of me and started twisting it around. It caused significant pain as he did. Eddie remarked that they wanted to make sure I didn't lose any more of their poison cum. Then he and Marco started making out at the foot of the sling. They let me know they were elated that they got to be together to convert me. Eddie whispered something to Marco and Marco responded by nodding. Eddie told me they were going to take me out of the sling because they had something in mind for what they wanted to do next. They assisted me out of the sling and gave me a moment to stretch. The plug in my ass felt really huge now that I was on my feet. After collecting myself, I knelt down and starting eating Marco's ass. Marco started moving it around so that I would give it full coverage. When Marco had enough, he reached back and helped back up. He led me to the bedroom on the other end of the trailer where Eddie was waiting. I climbed in next to Eddie when there was a knock on the door. Marco went to the door, looked out the window, and opened the door to let Jimmie inside. (To be continued)

I knelt and leaned forward, my face in the dirt and my backside upraised. I heard them growl with excitement and a finger rubbed lube into my hole, the long finger nail scratching and piercing my skin. I was panting with excitement and fear as I knelt there helplessly. I didn't want this - or did I? Suddenley, a pair of muscular thighs gripped mine and I felt a huge, slick cock head nosing into me. It stretched me to the limit and I howled with pain. Just when I thought I couldn't take it, the head popped into me and the shaft slid up me with a long, delicious, slippery rush. I gasped and gagged, face down in the dirt, impaled on the enormus cock which began to move sensuously in and out of my bottom. It was too late, much too late for any regrets and I began to meet the man's thrusts whcih were becoming more urgent. "Ahhh.." He grunted "He wants it. Well, little pig, time to knock you up!" I felt his cock swell in me and squealed with pain and pleasure as it began to throb and I knew he was spurting seed into me. He held his cock in me, chucklng with pleasure and raking my ribs with his nails. "Mmmm! That was good. Now just stay there like a good pig whilst they breed you." He got off me and pulled his cock out of my gaping, wet arsehole. Almost immediately, I felt a heavy body on my back and another stiff cock enter me. I was lost, damned and I knew it. But beneath my belly, my cock hung down hard and twitching with pleasure....

I fucked Jarod at IML a few years ago. Nice guy. VERY hungry for loads.