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Part V- Wrecking Mikey's Hole (1 of 2) Mikey was a top. He told me several times, very clearly, that he had tried being fucked and just hated it. Once, at the club, a guy had groped his ass and he had slapped the man’s hand. “Exit only, dude.” Not tonight. “She’s so tight,” Rob said, sweat glistening his grey chest furs as he sank deeper into Mikey. “Such a tight, hot wet hole.” Jerome was holding his cock inside Mikey’s mouth, and he took it out to hear from him. “How’s it going sweetie? You doing ok?” He feigned concern as he roughly pinched Mikey’s nipples. Spread in a sling, his holes filled with cock, smeared lipstick covering his face, Mikey looked every bit like a cheap whore. “Please, no more...” Jerome rubbed his shoulders. “Bruce, time for a break. Wardrobe change.” He grinned evilly at the cameraman. I watched as they gently took Mikey off the sling. Bill continued stroking my hole with his fingers while they stood Mikey up, Bruce never taking the camera off him. “How do you feel Mikey?” Bruce asked. Mikey looked dazed and confused, but he mumbled something that wasn’t audible. “Speak up, princess,” Jerome said. “How do you feel?” “I’m...” Mikey stumbled as he tried to hold himself up, his hands gripping the sling. “I think I’m a little buzzed...” Behind the camera, Bruce nodded. “Buzzed is right. Feeling thirsty?” Mikey nodded. Rob approached him and he jumped, scared the big daddy was going to fuck him again. Rob just laughed. “Relax, boy. I’m just giving you some gatorade.” He held a cup with GHB inside. “Drink up.” If Mikey could taste the G he didn’t show it as he drank it down happily. “I need to go home,” he said, once the drink was finished. “I need my clothes.” “Sure, sweetheart, sure,” Bruce said behind the camera, zooming in on Mikey’s face, which was now sprawled on the TV sets in the basement. “Jerome, do you have the whore’s clothes?” Jerome laughed and walked over to a pile of clothing in the corner. “I think I found just what you need, Mikey boy.” Bruce moved the camera over from Mikey’s sweat and cum drenched body to the clothes Jerome was holding up. It was a skimpy flannel microskirt. Jerome walked over and handed it to Mikey. At the same time, the basement door opened and three grungey men walked down the stairs, joining the party. They stood behind Bruce, and slipped their hands into their pants as they watched Mikey try to keep himself upright. “Put this on.” Jerome pushed the skirt in Mikey’s face. It was not a request, just a demand. Mikey stumbled as he reached out and grabbed the skirt, and started fidgeting to get it on. “Let me help you,” Jerome said, hiking the skirt up Mikey’s legs. “There we go.” Once the skirt was pulled up all the way, it was clear that it wasn’t even enough to cover Mikey’s ass. It seemed to accentuate his boyish stomach and abs. For a minute, Mikey emerged from his drug induced stupor and started to pull the skirt down. Jerome stopped him with a slap. “Not yet. Look at the camera.” Mikey looked into the camera, his eyes vacant, an absurd boywhore with cheap splattered lipstick and dressed in a fuck me miniskirt. “Turn around. Touch your toes,” Bruce said. Mikey hesitated for a minute, and Jerome slapped him. “Now bitch. Grab your ankles.” Mikey complied, turning around and reaching down and grabbing his ankles. The skirt lifted, revealing his aching hole for the crowd. “Now say, ‘Daddy fuck me.’” “No,” Mikey said, starting to stand back up. “This isn’t...” Jerome smacked his back. “Get back down bitch.” Mikey complied. “Say, ‘Daddy, fuck me,’” Bruce repeated “Daddy, fuck me.” Mikey whispered. That was enough for the man closest to him. He unzipped his pants as he walked towards Mikey’s shaking body, and started pawing the boy’s ass cheeks. He pulled out a gigantic cock, that had to be around ten inches. “I’m pretty big, darlin’,” the man said. “You sure you want this dick in you?” “He’s sure,” Jerome said, stroking Mikey’s back before he could answer for himself. The man nodded, spat on his dick, and started rubbing it around the hole. Mikey started moaning again, but his hands were locked on his ankles. “Name’s Dan kid, but you can call me daddy,” the man said, smiling down at Mikey. “I always like it when my girls call me daddy.” He knelt down and started licking Mikey’s asshole, his beard scraping at the boy’s naked flesh as he held the skirt up, exposing Mikey’s most intimate area to the light of Bruce’s camera. He turned towards Bruce. “I always eat before I fuck. Seems polite.” Grinning, he turned back and started eating out Mikey, who was moaning and enjoying the sensation. Jerome was leaning down and talking directly into Mike’s face. “What’s that man doing, honey?” Bruce came over and shoved the camera right in the boy’s face. Mikey moaned, enjoying the man’s tongue assault on his hole. “He’s...rimming me,” Mikey finally said. “But what’s he eating, princess?” Bruce asked, stroking the boy’s hair. “My assh-“ Before Mikey could finish, Jerome slapped him. Mikey’s eyes widened, shocked by the slap. “Wrong answer, slut. What’s he eating?” “My pussy?” Mikey said, eyes rolled up at Jerome expectantly, not sure if he was going to be slapped again. “That’s right, slut. He’s eating your pussy. And what’s a pussy for?” Jerome looked over at me and winked, stroking his cock. “Fucking,” Mikey said, closing his eyes. Dan kept at Mikey’s backside for about five minutes, swirling his tongue around and inside the boy’s pussy. Once he finished his meal, he rose. “I want him on his back, looking at me.” Jerome pulled Mikey down to the ground, then twisted him so that he was in missionary position, holding his legs open wide for Dan’s impending assault. As the man’s large cock poked at his entrance, teasing him, Mikey looked away, but Dan was having none of it. He gently but forcefully turned Mikey’s face until he was looking directly at Dan’s face. “Such a pretty boy,” Dan said, easing his cock into Mikey’s pussy, gripping his dick underneath the cumslut’s skirt. “With such a pretty, tight pussy,” he said finally, as he sank into him. Mikey, defeated, finally surrendered, and when Jerome let go of his legs he curled them around Dan’s large, overpowering body, drawing the older man in closer. “Fuck me daddy,” Mikey whispered. “With pleasure,” Dan said, and started power fucking the boy, taking his dick completely out and slamming it back in repeatedly. Mikey started babbling, screaming “Fuck me!” repeatedly as Dan pistoned in and out of his newly busted cherry. Bruce took a minute to lean the camera into Mikey’s face, where Jerome was busy feeding the boy his dick to suck on as his boy hole was violated by Dan. “You having fun Mikey?” Bruce asked, the camera hovering right above the boy’s face. Mikey simply moaned, muffled by the cock. Bruce laughed. “This is just the start, bitch. You’re gonna take every dick in this house, and then we’re gonna auction you off for the highest bidder at the Eagle. You’re gonna get so fucked you won’t know what’s hit you, fucking whore.” He laughed again, then slapped Mikey’s face for emphasis. Dan started grunting loudly, and finished inside Mikey’s now pussy. When he was done coming, he slapped Mikey’s face, playfully. “Good girl. Who’s next?” He stood up, letting the next man in line take his place. Bruce moved the camera to the boy’s hole, showing the cum leaking out with Dan’s dick. “Bidding starts at $2,” Bruce announced, seemingly to no one. Bill stopped fingering my hole and leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Aren’t you glad you’re spoken for? No need to audition like your friend here. Get me hard, princess.” Bill pushed my head down until I was gagging on his dick. Once he was completely hard he tossed me aside, and took his place next in line to rape Mikey’s pussy. I fell asleep, but it wasn’t long before I woke up to Bill’s cum and ass juice covered cock. “Clean it whore,” he said, guiding my mouth over his dick. As I sucked and licked, I looked over and saw Jerome savagely taking Mikey doggy style, one hand holding his skirt up while the other was alternating between pulling Mikey’s hair and holding his head up, then shoving it back down onto Bruce’s cock when he wanted to slap the now red asscheeks. I don’t know how many men were there. Maybe a dozen. By the time the night was over, Mikey had been fucked by every one of them. Bill, true to his word, saved me for himself. Without a word, as the night was nearing its end, he turned me over and fucked me one last time, depositing another load in me.

Chapter 5. Friday night, Sam and I got my boy blindfolded and onto his knees, face in the floor, and slid our fingers deep, lubed with so much seed, until we both managed to get out knuckles into him at the same time. He was primed to get double-fisted. We took turns going deeper as my boy moaned and sighed as we went deeper and deeper until his ass lining was stretched over both our hands. As if that wasn’t hot enough, a frothy ring of anonymous cum glided our entry. While our hands were buried in my boy’s gaping cunt, I heard the backdoor open. The two POZ cops were standing there, leering at us. They had both hefted their cocks out of their uniform trousers and stood right in front of my boy. ‘Take off the blindfold, boy,’ one of the cops ordered. The first thing he saw was the cop’s boots right in his face. Before he could even take them in, my boy looked back, first at me, his eyes sparkling, then at Sam, actually seeing him for the first time. He actually oinked when he saw the POZ man who’d been double-fucking him for a week and fisting his cum inside his guts. My boy drank in Sam’s rugged features and stubbled jaw. My boy closed his eyes, smiling, and said, ‘thank you,’ to everyone in the room. The cops managed to intertwine their legs and pressed their raw dripping cocks together. Sam and I hoisted my boy up and lowered his hole right down onto both their cocks. He was out of his mind. I let Sam do the lifting and slid down to the floor, savoring glops of stranger’s cum pouring out of my boy’s ruined pussy and onto those raw POZ cocks. My boy was so stretched out, I could grasp both of those cocks and feel my boy’s asslips squelch up and down over my knuckles. I held those cocks and felt them both squirt into my boy’s open hole. I shot my own load without even touching myself right as Sam shot his load down my boy’s throat. The cops pulled out with wet plops and suggested we get my boy ready for some real fun. The cops left, smiling at Sam, promising to see him later, with reinforcements. Sam had brought a backpack with him and handed me a buttplug from it. It was sizable, but not obscene. I got it lubed up with cum and slid it inside. My boy’s gaping hole nearly swallowed it, and it stuck out, his ass puffy around the protruding base. Sam smeared some of our combined seed and worked it into my own ass. I shot a big load all over the plug as Sam worked two fingers into my ass. Sam got my boy mopped up with a clean towel and pulled a red jockstrap over his slim hips. He gave my boy a pair of red mesh shorts and a matching tank top. I grabbed a pair of gym socks and sneakers and we hopped in the car. I drove, leaving Sam in the backseat, working that buttplug in and out of my boy’s sloppy pussy. As he toyed with my boy’s hole, Sam read from his phone, ‘Ten guys, lined up to breed you at the club, whether you’re ready for it or not.’ My boy just moaned in approval and anticipation. To be continued...

Grindr wasn't doing it for me Sunday afternoon as most of the guys didn't seem to want to hook up so I headed over to the ABS that's near to see if there was any action there. There's usually an interesting mix of guys, a bit of something for everyone. Truthfully I gravitate to the rougher nastier looking guys there more than the pretty boys who likely go to SMU, but a hole's a hole and sometimes I just wanna get stuck. As soon as I head down the hallway I can see two younger Latino guys hanging out together and know to give them a pass as I know why they're there and it isn't just sex. They like to distract guys and pull whatever they can out of their wallet. A few doors are open a crack and I take a look in, but for the first two its nothing I'm interested in. Door three opened up to a hot chubby Latino inked guy in his 20s or 30s who was completely naked grinding on a hot taller blonde guy who had his shirt off. I stepped in hoping they were cool for company and closed the door. On a closer look the blonde kid was actually a really light skinned Latino guy who seemed to be fending off the Latino guy's efforts, but not very much. Mostly he was covering his cock, which is never a good sign as it usually means a guy has a tiny cock and is embarassed of it. That didn't bother me as I'd gladly drill his ass and load it and it seemed thats what the Latino guy wanted as well. I'm pretty sure I'd played with him here before and he's a good fuck. I quickly stripped down and let both guys take turns stroking my cock as I started making out with the Latino guy and stroking his cock. I figured if the blonde twink didn't want me playing with his dick he might be down for me fingering his ass and my hunch was true, and soon enough he unbuckled his jeans and let them hit the floor so I'd have better access. As he did I realized the kid was probably tweaking on something as he had a vacant look in his eyes and really wasn't saying anything at all. It's kind of sad as I guess he needs it to work up the courage to come in to play with guys. It's not long before the Latino guy moves in behind the twink and pushes my hand out of the way and slides his cock up the kid's ass. I'm down on my knees sucking the kid's dick, which is a nice thick uncut 6 incher...nothing to be ashamed of, and I can only guess he's wanting to bottom which is why he covered his cock. The kid is making no noise as the Latino guy works more and more of his cock in his ass and I start grabbing his ass as I suck the kid's dick. The kid's dick isn't getting all that hard and my hunch is it's whatever it is he's on doing that. I finally gave up and stood up, moving around to get in position behind the Latino guy and see if he wanted to take my cock. With me out of the way the Latino guy more of less put the kid up against the wall with his ass facing us and was surprised to see he had a condom on to fuck the kid. Maybe they'd talked about it before I got there but I wasn't gonna wrap to fuck the kid or him. If he's the guy I'd hooked up with there before we both went raw so I'm not sure what was going on. I leaned in to kiss him and pulled the condom off and caught a glimpse of his grin as he let out a low laugh. We were both stroking each others cocks while I fingered the kid's ass and the Latino guy asked if I wanted my turn. I said I did and slid my bare cock in the kid's ass. I could feel the Latino guy giving my ass and his cock the spit and stick and could feel him entering me and knew it was raw. The kid may not have wanted him raw, but I did, and the kid didn't seem to be saying or asking anything about me wrapping or not. I damn sure wasn't gonna stop until I came inside him, and taking Latino boy's cock was getting me close to it. He was clearly enjoying fucking me and telling me how good my ass felt on his cock. I was getting close to cumming and I could feel he was getting close too. I'd rather have him cum in my ass than waste his seed in a condom fucking the kid, so I gladly let him cum inside me and within moments shot my load inside the kid's ass. The latino guy asked me if I came and I said I had and he told me to switch places, pulling his cock out of my ass. I slid out of the twick and moved so he could take my place and smiled seeing he was now entering the kid raw. Once he was inside the kid I spat on his ass and my cock a couple times and slid my dick inside him raw as well. He didn't ask me to wrap so clearly he didn't care and again we started up a rythm of fucking each other with the Latino guy moaning as my cock opened up his ass. I heard him softly say "here it comes" and could feel his body shudder as he orgasmed balls deep in the kid. I was so turned on knowing he decided to bareback the kid like he had me and was taking me bare that I shot not long after prompting a "fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah" out of him as I came inside him. I slid out of him and was amazed that the kid was still up against the wall saying nothing. We'd been at it for a little while and got what I wanted and was ready to move on and see if anyone else was looking. Latino boy started dressing too and the kid finally started moving, pulling his pants back on, saying nothing. I guess he got what he wanted but it was hard to know as he was saying nothing. Now dressed I slipped back out in the hall leaving the door slightly open almost knocking over a guy who had been listening by the door. He was a cute looking chubbier Anglo guy, probably in late 20s and smiled at me as I apologized for bumping him. It seemed like he was interested so I asked him if there were any open booths and reached down to play with his dick. He was already hard and smiled at me but said there weren't any, then peaked into the booth I'd come out of and asked if they were going to leave. I said I had no idea. I kept playing with his cock and as I did the chubby Latino guy came out of the booth and smiled at us as he headed out. I told the guy the kid still in the room was pretty out of it and we could go in and do our thing if he wanted. He seemed a little weirded out by that and took a longer look at the kid and asked me if he would join or not. I said he wouldn't and so we stepped inside. I closed the door and moved in to kiss the chubby guy who was unbelting his pants. "Suck me" he whispered and I dropped to my knees to do just that. I kept looking over at the twink who was now in the corner with his clothes back on, staring at nothing in particular as he covered his cock with both hands. Part of me wanted to leave the door slightly open so other guys could watch us or maybe come in to fuck the kid. Chubby guy had an appropriately thick uncut dick throwing off a lot of precum. I was lost in my thoughts on the precum I was eagerly swallowing when I heard him ask "you want it in the ass?" I looked up at him and said yeah and he told me to stand up. I stood up and quickly undid my belt and jeans, pulling them down and turning to face the wall. "You want it wrapped or no?" I said "no" not even bothering or caring to ask his status. I just wanted his load inside me. I could feel cold lube hitting my ass followed by his thick cock entering me, straining my ass wide as he entered me. He was asking me how I liked taking his cock and I got pretty verbal, saying how good his dick felt, how much I wanted him to cum in my ass. He had me begging for his cum and soon enough he blasted a load inside me. He slowed his strokes down but didn't stop and didn't pull out. I could feel cum running down my legs now and was suprised he didn't say anything about me being fucked before. Maybe he didn't notice or didn't care. I could hear the door creak open and another guy came into the room, a younger light skinned chubbier black or latino guy who quickly had his thick uncut cock out and was jerking it. He moved in closer so I could stroke it and the chubby white guy unloaded a second load in me. Pulling out he quickly dressed and headed out as the black guy took his place, sliding in me raw, not even asking me if I wanted it that way. I didn't care and wanted his seed too. I'd stopped caring about the twink in the corner, but he was still there, taking it all in. The black kid wasn't at it long before busting an explosive load of cum inside me. Saying nothing he pulled his pants back up and went over to try his luck with the twink. I pulled mine back on as well as I was pretty much done now, although part of me wanted to see if he had any luck with the twink. It was a short uncomfortable drive to the Racetrack nearby so I could clean up before going home. That was probably the best day I'd had at that ABS in a while.

Critical care nurse here with about 1000 hours of direct Covid patient care experience. More than enough first hand experience to know i do not want the disease and would rather take my chances with a vaccine than the disease. i've had both vaccines, my only known side effect was a sore arm for <24 hours. my peers that i work with have had similar experiences. Some, a minority, have experienced other side effect like head ache, malaise, etc. that they desribe as coming on quickly, and departing just as quickly after <24 hours. This is all anecdotal, subjective information. i took the vaccine, not because i believe it's perfect or a panacea, but because it's the best defense we have so far against Covid. i am chagrinned by the number of people with no science background who think they can read a few internet articles and conclude they know enough to not only debate with, but somehow believe they know more about this than people who do this stuff for a living. i sort of get it. This can effect you personally, but so can catching the disease. But don't fool yourself, that is an emotional decision, not one based on evidence or knowledge and understanding. Most of us would not think of questioning or debating a rocket scientist about whether or not a rocket will fly, but as complex as the human body is, some seem to think a google search will inform them enough to question and debate not just one micro biologist, but a majority of healthcare scientists (it's not just one person involved in making and approving a vaccine, or even a few). i know this comes hard to some, but when it comes to vaccines, most of us will exercise a degree of trust or distrust, not informed understanding. One cannot learn things like microbiology and physiology after reading a few articles, these are disciplines that take years to become expert in. Most do not understand rocket science and most do not understand microbiology. We stand more chance of getting seriously injured in a car accident than we do taking a vaccine, yet we do not think twice about trusting the engineer who designed our car, jumping into it daily and going full speed ahead. The thing about vaccines is they work best when used as a group vs individually. i get a flu vaccine every year. Lately flu vaccines have only been about 20% effective, which are lousy odds when you look at it as an individual. But if millions of people get the vaccine, that 20% becomes a significant number. Getting a vaccine is not just a personal choice, it's a human choice, a social choice. It's not an "it's all about me" decision. It's about all of us as a group.

Something every good chaser should have! It's a necklace I got from Amazon. LOL, why do I do these things.

Chapter 4. The following day, my boy thanked me for setting everything up. He told me he’d never have been brave enough to take POZ cum without my help. I told him I looked forward to seeing how piggy he wanted to be. I asked him if he really wanted to push his limits. He nodded and I asked him if he’d rather have ten new raw cocks in his hole or ten loads from strangers in his hole, squelching two raw cocks. He thought for a few seconds and said, ‘loads. Loads from ten strangers.’ ‘POZ loads?’ ‘If they’re POZ, then, yeah.’ He confessed that it had long been a fantasy to get fucked and used by multiple POZ men but that he’d need to work up the stamina to take on ten men at once. I asked if lots of loads on two bare cocks might help him get used to more. He nodded and headed off to work proud of him for giving in to what he wanted, and for trusting me to help him. I messaged Sam, thanking him for a hot session, and telling him my boy wanted to get double-fucked with ten strangers’ loads, working up to a POZ gangbang. I also told Sam that my boy had been able to fist himself. That got Sam going, and he asked me to meet him for lunch in a park bathroom he knew of nearby. I snuck away from my desk and was in the appointed stall at the appointed time, fisting my cock as I peered through a sticky gloryhole. A few minutes later, Sam walked in and greeted me by name as he unzipped and fed his POZ cock through the gloryhole. I heard him talking to another guy who must have just walked in. I heard him say, ‘Yeah, he’s collecting loads for his boy. No questions asked, POZ loads too.’ I felt his pace pick up as he fucked my throat, banging against the wall, ‘Like mine! This cocksucker is gonna get his boy POZ bred with my POZ cum! Again!’ He filled my mouth with a big juicy load and pulled back. I spat his cum into the jar as the next stranger slid his meat through the hole. ‘You’re sick, you fuck. Sucking cock to bring loads home to your boy! Bring him here sometime, and I’ll breed him myself!’ He shot his cum in my mouth and pulled out without a word of thanks. It tasted so good, I nearly swallowed it, but remembered why I was there. I only knew Sam was still there when he lowered his face to the hole and spit through it, I swallowed it down. He grunted that he had a few more friends coming in a few minutes and to hold tight. I heard the door open and close and waited a few minutes. Sam came back with two uniformed cops. I freaked out until I heard their zippers drop and they both took turns feeding me their dicks. I saved both their loads in the jar. When they’d gone, Sam let himself into the stall. He suggested we ask the cops over sometime to double fuck my boy for me to watch. The got me turned on. Sam asked if I wanted his load right in my hole and I told him that I rarely bottom. He grinned and said, ‘I’ll get my babies in you one way or another.’ He dipped his finger into the jar and ran it up and down my ass crack. If another stranger hadn’t just walked in, I’d have had to jerk off imagining those two beefy cops stretching my boy apart and feeling Sam smear his POZ cum in me. I’d sucked out four loads and had a cummy butt and was late for work. Back at my desk, I messaged Sam to thank him. He replied that he didn’t know the first guy really but had seen him taking raw POZ cock in that stall regularly, including his own. The cops were both POZ too. That night, Sam came back over. I blindfolded my boy before we took turns fingering fresh cum into his ass and then planting it deeper until we both fucked him again. This time, Sam was sitting on the sofa with my boy straddling his cock, facing him. I was able to squat and slide in; this meant I got to do most of the pounding this time. Sam reached into the cum jar again and fingered some of that filthy seed into my own butt. It all felt so good, but the sensation of Sam squirting his toxic seed into my boy’s guts was what pushed me over the edge. He took pics of our cummy cocks reaming out my boy’s hole, and then of my own tight ass covered in dirty seed. I kept sucking off strangers daily and getting that cum into my boy. And now, I fingered my ass with their seed as I sucked them off. By the following week, my boy had been filled up with at least ten strangers’ loads and wrecked by me and Sam together multiple times. My own tight hole had absorbed some of that toxic seed too. I told my boy that Sam was planning something for the weekend to take things a step further. My boy begged for a hint, but I kept quiet, telling that it would start with him being blindfolded and end with him more stretched out and more cum-filled than he’d ever been before. To be continued...

Just like the first chapter, this is a work of fiction, never happened, and is not meant to be re-enacted. Chapter 2: Shawn Joins the Club Two weeks after Shawn's conversion and tattooing, he came down with the worst case of the flu he had ever experienced. Fuck, he thought, he had an awards show to get to, not that anyone in the world would be happy to see him there. "How are you feeling?" John asked him as he entered the room. "Horrible. My fever is over 101." "That's good. That's the fuck flu, your immune system is reacting to the virus you had pumped into your body. Time we go get you tested." With that Shawn went slack jaw again. Fuck, all that fucking, the biohazard tattoo right in the middle of his chest, it really was coming back to bite him. Shawn went with John to a testing center for a rapid test, they were somehow able to avoid the paparazzi on the way in. Surely they would not be there on the way out. The nurse took Shawn's blood and put it into the test. In fifteen minutes the test result came back. "I'm sorry sir, unfortunately you have come back positive for HIV. A specialist will be coming in shortly to discuss treatment options with you." Shawn's heart sank. Immediately after the door shut John smiled, "Congratulations. You're one of us now." Shawn rolled his eyes. "Thanks to you I'm out thousands of dollars on medications now!" "Medication? Oh no Shawn we're leaving now, you have an awards show to get to. I don't want to hear you talk like that to me ever again. You had us pump this virus into you." Shawn went silent. With that, he followed John out of the testing center and went home to get ready for the awards show tonight. John had already talked to Shawn's stylist to ensure that he did not attempt to cover up his new tattoo. His suit today would be just like the last one, shirt buttoned low to show off his chest. When Shawn saw what his stylist had waiting for him, he his heart sank. Fuck, I will be on the cover of all the tabloids tomorrow, Shawn thought. But he was too sick to fight anymore, he just suited up and got ready for the awards show that night. He looked at himself in the mirror, a tight sky blue suit, black shirt, and his signature black boots, the slightest movement of his arms puts his new tattoo on full display. The second he stepped out of the limo onto the red carpet he was bombarded with reporters trying to ask him questions and fans booing and calling him all kinds of names and homophobic slurs. Fuck, why did John make me come to this, he thought. Thankfully, he was not required to talk to a single one of them. He doesn't think he could bring himself to answer any questions about cancelling his tour or what happened when the whole world saw him leaving that place in handcuffs and his suit from the night before. All of a sudden he turned to the side, he could hear John snickering at the humiliation he was putting him through. Shawn just went down the red carpet as fast as he could. He just wanted to be done with it, he could not stand it. Just get through tonight, he thought. It will all be over once the night is over and hopefully he won't be going to any after parties. With other celebs or with his manager. The dinner portion of the awards show did not go well for Shawn, a man came to his table and asked for an interview and unfortunately, with all eyes on him there was no way to say no. John smirked at him from across the table. "So Shawn, I think everyone here is dying to know: What happened a couple weeks ago that ended you being cuffed and escorted into a limo followed by you cancelling the rest of the tour? I don't think you're a bad guy, I just want you to tell everyone the truth. What happened in there and what is this new tattoo?" The man asked as he gently spread open Shawn's shirt with his finger. Shawn hesitated, he stared at John, hoping that he would tell him what to do somehow. Then he decided, that was it, Shawn could not take this anymore. He didn't want to hide. "This tattoo, it's a biohazard tattoo, it's what people who are HIV+ have. I tested positive today," Shawn told the man while everyone started to whisper. John was smiling and nodding his head. "You heard it here ladies and gentleman. You know, several celebrities who have HIV have been going all over the world talking about safe sex. Do you plan to join that conversation? It can be a world changer and has done a lot for their careers." The man said and tilted the microphone to Shawn. Shawn swallowed, knowing what he had to do. "No. My career is over. Two weeks ago, the night before that photo was taken, I laid back in a sling and was fucked raw by over 50 men, all of whom had HIV." The people began to boo him aggressively. "I'm a cum dump, that is my career now. You can find the video of what happened that night online. In fact, I plan on doing it again," with that, Shawn stood up from the table, buttoned his jacket closed again and stormed out. John was not far behind. "Shawn! You're officially one of us now! Congrats!" John yelled. "Shut up, just get me to the party..." Shawn stopped right as he got back out to where the red carpet was. There were atleast thirty old, sleazy looking men waiting with the back doors of a windowless van. John brushed past Shawn and joined the men by the van. Shawn stopped at the end of the carpet, he turned around and saw the last of the career he was leaving behind. Shawn's face went blank and began to step towards the van, this time walking slightly faster than he did towards the sling, but all you could still hear was the deep click of his boots on the ground. Once he was in arms reach of the men he was aggressively yanked into the van. The van smelled like piss and must, the men all took turns spitting on Shawn's face as he felt the van speed off. He was pushed to his knees where he began to suck all of their infected cocks, several of which were covered in warts and lesions. "Yeah suck that cock bitch. Tonight we're gonna recharge you while you have the fuck flu. You are done for!" The van pulled up to the same house Shawn was converted in. The doors opened and the men picked Shawn up and ran him down to the basement this time. It was pitch black but Shawn knew there were at least fifty more men. He was quickly brought to the center of the room and pushed to his knees, then all of a sudden the men took two steps away. His jaw slacked again in disappointment because he thought he would be sucking all their cocks. But before he could say anything he felt streams of piss all over him. He drank some, ran some through his hair, washed his new suit with it, and was disappointed when all eighty of the men had finished. Then he felt arms on him again. A light turned on right as he was being pushed back into a rubber suit. He was zipped up, strapped to a fuck chair, and a gas mask lowered onto his head to feed him poppers again. Man after man came up to fuck him through a hole in his trousers. Shawn hoped it would last forever, but it did not. Eventually, all eighty men had dumped their toxic loads in him. Fuck, he thought, they forgot to let him out of the rubber. He tried to yell but couldn't through the gas mask. He was to stay here all zipped up in rubber on top of his wet suit. Fuck, my suit is going to mildew if I stay here. Then he heard John's voice. "You aren't getting out Shawn. I'll send a few men down everyday to feed you, but you'll be down here for the whole week. Next Saturday you're booked for another awards show. We'll let you out then," John said as he walked off. Shawn stopped struggling. This is his life now, he is a newly converted pig. And he loved it.

I love how his cock pumps the load in the boy's ass!

@takemeuseme your doctor will not, I repeat, will not pick up that you’re using PrEP from routine bloodwork. He would have to request a tenofovir or emtricitabine level blood test (or whatever Descovy is, we don’t have that here). If he’s going around doing those tests for no apparent reason on patients who have never mentioned they’re taking PrEP, he needs his head examined. They’re not even routinely done for patients who are taking PrEP. But my opinion remains that you should fully disclose any meds you are taking to your doctor. The fact that you are a man who has sex with men is hugely important from a medical point of view. You should have all sorts of vaccines as people have mentioned here, and also a primary care physician is interested in what’s called your “social history” i.e. jobs, relationships, living conditions, etc. Because that stuff impacts on your health. Hiding stuff from a doctor and expecting them to do a good job treating you, is like getting a builder in to put in nice new ceilings, and not telling them there’s a big hole in the roof right above them. Are you sure this doctor, whom you say is a decent person and you trust, is that judgmental? Most experienced doctors have seen everything and are unshockable. You will not be the first gay man he has treated. And whatever his personal views, it’s unethical for him to let that affect the treatment he gives a patient. This stuff is actually governed by professional ethics boards and there’s a whole code of conduct he’ll have signed up to, that is enforceable by his professional body. But really and truly, if you feel you can’t disclose something to your doctor, to the point where you’re trying to manipulate your bloodwork, then whether the issue is yours or his, you need a new doctor.

Like several others, I think you need to examine your health care provider choice. Where I'd start, though, is a frank discussion with your current doctor. Explain to him that you have sex with men (you do not need to tell him, at least at first, that you do so bare). He may surprise you and be more accepting than you think he would be. If he's not, then take that opportunity to thank him for his years of service but tell him you need a doctor who can deal with that in a non-judgmental way. Ask for a referral elsewhere, but don't feel obligated to use that doctor unless you like him or her. Then, with whoever your doctor ends up being - this guy, or someone else - explain that you have sex with men (you don't say whether you're gay or bi, but I'd acknowledge whichever it is with the doctor) and that you want to go on PrEP as an additional layer of protection. I wouldn't recommend lying to him and saying you always use condoms if you never do, but you can fudge the issue. "Sometimes there are no condoms handy when we go to have sex and frankly we don't have the willpower to wait" covers the fact that you don't have them handy because you never buy any or pick them up. The reason you need a doctor with whom you can be relatively honest: such a doctor is going to be looking out for your health a lot better than one who has no idea that you engage in risky behavior. He'll know to test for things like HIV and other STI's, something a doctor who assumes you're not sexually active will not necessarily do. As for "on demand" PrEP - look in the PrEP forum for any number of threads about that. The bottom line there, though, is that while it's somewhat effective, it's nowhere near as effective as daily PrEP in preventing infection.

I concur with what my slut of a sub in training above has said. You find what you think is going to be an out of this world scene. The Dom is Hot, the piggy sub is hot, the set up to the scene is pleasing to the eye, and I am getting immensely turned on with the sub being restrained and aggressively used to how the Dom so desires, then the fucking part comes, and the Dom's Dick is covered in a rubber .... RUINED! And I too at this point just switch off. I can NOT watch porn with condoms, no matter how hot the actors are or what they are doing. It really is a major passion killer and a total deal breaker. I don't watch animals having sex on a nature documentary using condoms, porn should be no different. It has for a long time perplexed me as to why as also said above why there is so very little if any proper raw BDSM porn ... ARGH! Clearly there is huge gap in the market here, big time. And when it comes to FFisting, in porn or in real time, then my approach is the same as with not using a condom in fucking ... Ditch the gloves. Skin on skin, or it is a no sail for me.

Honestly? Get a new healthcare practitioner. You need to be completely open and honest with your healthcare, you are doing yourself a disservice here.

It will only show up if he does blood tests specifically for it, which would be a very strange thing for him to do. In very rare circumstances, he may notice a decrease in your kidney function, but if that happens, you will want him (and you) to know that's happening, so that you can fix it. But that would be very rare with PrEP. I will say, though, that honesty with any doctor treating you is always the best policy. It's much easier for them to help you if they're fully informed. For example, PrEP can interact with other medications that he may unwittingly prescribe you, if he doesn't know you're on it. If you don't feel you can discuss something with a particular doctor, finding a doctor you feel more comfortable with is a far better solution than hiding things.

Part 10 The slut was sitting in front of the couch, blindfolded, handcuffs attached to his wrists, dogcollar on, ballgagg already attached around his neck for later use, harnass, and jock to hide his tiny prick. You could see he was trying to make out by sounds what was happening arround him, by turning his head in all kind of directions. James was attaching a dogleash/whip to the dogcollar, to make sure Mike would know his place by using it to punish him. Hugo had organised all their partysupplies, and arranged the loaden riggs for them. The riggs for the bitch where kept separate, and the riggs for themselves where kept at another site of the party table. The 3 tops where not going to slam a lot, since they would smoke more, but still, they did like a bit of rush, from the moment the bitch would be slammed. They moved Mike up tot the couch, on his knees with his arms leaning on the back of the couch. You could tell that the G was working, he was already making rocking movements, in order to ask attention for his moving butt. Hugo did go to the back of the couch to attach Mikes leather handcuffs, and putting the ballgagg in place. The bitch was moving his head, in such a manner, that he was getting touched, you could tell he was in need of some serious attention. Dirk was checking on his cams, covering the whole scene of all kind of directions, and was wondering how he could make things more interesting for the viewers.

I had always played safe. I chose condom porn the few times I let myself watch; and, the even fewer times I relented to my carnal desires I insisted on safe condom sex. I was 36 and needless to say I didn't have very much experience. Really I was just one very shy and super careful guy. One Friday night after a 6 month period of sexual abstinence I stepped out of my comfort zone and went to my neighborhood gay bar. I nursed my beer alone in a corner and drank in all the eye candy. My eyes soon lit upon an incredibly hot bear cub. Once he entered my vision I couldn't take my eyes off him. Every thing about him was my ideal turn on. Dark curly hair, impish grin, golden tan, short trim beard and body hair in all the right places. His tight shorts and low cut white muscle tee showed off his beautiful body perfectly. I tried not to be obvious with my ogling but was not successful. He gave me a big smile, excused himself from his handsome friends and made his way over to me. I was delighted and mortified all at the same time. I was surprised my tongue worked and we were soon chatting about nothing in particular. I was surprisingly comfortable with this gorgeous young man, I guessed about 24, and we kept ordering beer. After the 4th I uncharacteristically hurd myself invite him to my place. We barely got the door closed and were all over each other deep throat kissing and tearing off our clothes. Naked he was the fulfillment of every wet dream I had ever had. He was soon on his knees giving me the best blow job and I was soon ready to cum. He noticed the signs and stopped, stood up and assured me 'not yet '. It was my turn to take his beautiful big thick cock in my mouth. I could barely manage this 8" beauty yet before long we were 69ing on the living room floor. Sensing I was on the verge of orgasm again he stopped us and asked where the bedroom was. He backed me in and immediately pushed me down on my back on my bed. He raised my feet over his shoulders in no time and was bent over deep kissing me again. I was breathless as I felt his swollen dick head touch my hole. It felt great. With only his spit for lube he started to push the naked tip in. I involuntarily took a deep breath relaxing my ring. I came to my senses as his bare head found entry to it's goal. "Aren't you forgetting something?" ,I murmured almost in audibly. He just looked at me with that incredible impish grin. "The condoms are in the drawer of my bedside table. " With utter confidence he replied while pushing in a little deeper, "I never use those. " Again my hesitant murmur; "I never don't..." As he pushed in to 4 inches, "Really!" My response came more as a question than statement "really?" As he pushed in to 5 inches he said, "Well you seem to be enjoying my raw man meat. " I couldn't lie I had quickly moved through the initial pain, "Ah ... yeah... but, it's not safe ... I don't even know you ... we just met ... and I never ..." "Just let me push in all the way. Try something new" he persuaded. My meek voice, "No fucking, ok ... just in balls deep... then pull out " There was no response as he steadily pressed in deeper. "Ok?" I asked Oh my God his big raw cock felt incredible and then his balls hit my taint! He couldn't miss the half grunt half sigh of satisfaction and he pushed in even more while grinning in my face and looking deep into me with his incredibly seductive brown eyes. "Oh FUCK ME! " the words came spilling out of my mouth. I could not believe what I had just said. To be continued ...

And that 20% success rate is primarily due to the fact that there are so many strains of flu (which require different vaccine components), and vaccine manufacturers have to project - with varying degrees of success - which ones will be circulating months from now, when the bulk of flu shots will actually be administered. In years when the projected flu variants are in fact the ones that end up in widespread circulation, vaccination prevents a huge number of cases. But even when they miss the mark, the reduction in caseloads is significant and helpful for keeping our health care system from being overwhelmed.

First things first, I can't imagine how they might figure out you're on PrEP from any normal diagnostic blood test. Those tests use specific agents for specific things and they don't show up anything else other than what they are made for. They won't identify non-specific drugs in people's systems so that's not a factor you need to worry about. You do need a trusted sexual health doctor you can be 100% honest with. If you don't want to leave your current doctor, you need to find a local sexual health clinic and get your full sexual health taken care of. That means getting on PrEP (perhaps Descovy as it has the lowest chance of showing kidney impact) and getting all your vaccinations - Gardasil for HPV and the vaccines for Hepatitis A and B. PrEP wasn't approved for "On demand" use in the US last time I checked and, to be honest, your reasons for avoiding a safer "daily dose" regimen don't make any sense to me. It would be far better to have a doctor you can trust with your complete health, but using a secondary clinic works too. Next Steps: Call the Granite State PrEP Hotline: 508-686-PrEP (7737) to get any/all your questions answered about getting PrEP in your state and here is a list of the clinics in your area where you can go to get PrEP. Don't forget to talk to them about Hepatitis A and B vaccinations as well as HPV vaccination. Whether you've had HPV before or not, you need it. There is no way to know if you've been exposed to the carcinogenic variety already or not, so getting vaccinated is only prudent.

I do still have plans to continue this. Just been beyond busy with work during the continuing pandemic.

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EXTORTION, SCAMS, BLUFFS and hot air! I've received e-mails that started out with the subject matter being my PASSWORD combination... although one I had long changed (maybe 5 years before?). The long and short (content) of the e-mail was a blackmail/extortion for something like $2,500 in bitcoins to be deposited in some convoluted way too alien for me. The e-mail claimed to (have had) access to my computer, my webcam and my 'many incriminating and lewd videos'. It was claimed that "YOU HAVE 48 HOURS" to comply or else 'humiliating and embarrassing' material would be shared with any number of random people on my mailing list... "family, employers, members of your community". It went further to paint a dismal picture for a frightened fool falling for a scam or a real extortion. "Imagine the SHAME and REPURCUSSIONS all this will have", and it went on to say "Some of your videos are really showing some strange proclivities". Now I have watched investigative journalism where predatory sweatshops in the Philippines had wretches 'not as cute as in the posed pictures' working hopeful sods across the world for con-schemes that would evolve into extortion and end with individuals shelling out fortunes to their tormenters and in some cases committing suicide... This EXTORTION (attempt) on me was a cruder bluff as I quickly figured. For one, the long changed password. And I recall some huge security glitch with a major company I had done business with. MILLIONS of e-mail accounts had become compromised and it was expected that this information would be sold to crime syndicates in batches who would then each do whatever 'SCHTICK' is their racket. But I had PROMPTLY changed my password then... and here it popped up as a reminder from the Vanilla Ice Age! And then I had not used a webcam AT ALL in many years... because I had caught myself wasting too much time, JERKING and playing and chatting and webcamming when I had work to be done. So NO MORE! Cold turkey! Sure there were some videos and LOTS of pictures. But... Truth be told, I almost felt like engaging with the BLACKMAILER (S) and begging them to PLEASE GO AHEAD on the threats and make me a reality porn-star. And if they could please do it for me FOR FREE! But FIRST I'd like them to consider if I could possibly sent them even better smut, SLEAZIER clips, my more recent 'upgrades' to the dark side... But then I had plenty other shit on my plate that week. No catty fun with Nigerians and other unknown internet entities! And as I expected, my refusal to play hardball chicken paid off. 48 went by and nothing happened.., NO SHAME, NO FAME no frikkin Bitcoins taking cyber journeys!

It's been a year since my last load!!! Right before lockdown. Bred, throatfucked, pissed fucked and used hard. It was amazing and I'm hoping the next one will be soon.

So much bondage porn is condom. It’s such a shame. I’m massively into bondage, and I get so turned on watching the Top restraining and tormenting the helpless bottom. Only for him to finally start fucking that little faggot, and out comes the piece of rubber. At which point I’ll usually turn it off. I don’t know why there’s so little raw bondage porn.

I fucking love father/son incest, I want to fuck my Boys so badly. Found this site via my son's browser history, so I think he'll probably be into it if I hit him up.

Hurt people hurt people. If you were hurt it’s encumber on you to overcome that pain so it doesn’t get inflicted on others

I feel you. I awaken and my first thoughts are to my cock and ass and the hunger they have for sex... It never ends, and the more your body gets sex the more it ultimately needs sex. For me it is a need, like food and oxygen.

Just gave a load to a 19yo twink in a public toilet an hour ago. Made the little slut beg for my raw cock and to cum in him

After 2020 being a pretty good load taking year given I was locked down for 4 months of it, I have been pretty disappointed with 2021. One of my fuckbuddies moved to Kansas. Another one has been too tied up to head this way (we hookup when he visits some property he inherited near me). The third one and I have kind of moved into the "it's complicated" area, so we have been taking a break. No one else on the apps or sites seems interested. That all changed today. I was going to be working in my office today which normally means just me alone in an empty building. I hit up a guy who has fucked me before on Growlr. He fucked me across my desk in the office. It wasn't a particularly memorable fuck, but I got a load in my hole. About 20 minutes after he left, an old fuckbuddy who I only see when he hits me up (he's married to a woman) contacted me. He came up to my office. He was nervous and in a hurry repeatedly saying, "I don't have much time." He quickly dropped his pants and stuck his cock in my mouth. He violently fucked my face until I swallowed a load. He immediately took off and left me to get some work done. Let's hope going forward 2021 has more days like today!

Its happened to me. I woke up one New Years Day at a friend's house in the basement to find myself in a sling covered in cum with cum leaking out my sore ass

Had a great day at WET today, I may be helping the raw scene there 😬 in the first half hour took a huge load off a hot Arab guy (pretty sure he pumped his cock with saline) huge cock, rough fucker...first n huge load, bout an hour later a 6ft + African guy slammed a massive load in my ass... Shower, spa, sauna...swallowed a muscle boys load in the steam room, as a big muscle bear grabbed my ass n blew a load over it....next a tall muscly guy...Eastern European maybe fucked me rough as for bout ten minutes in the steam room...slammed handheld his cock deep and blew...I cuddled with an older daddy bear for an hour, just kissing...till he grabbed my head and blew in my beard and down my throat. showered again...and I saw a beautiful Russian bear, huge guy...cute as a motherfucker...so I molested him till he couldn’t help it but shove his cock in my ass raw (after he said he only uses rubbers) he must of been close cause he pumped my ass fuckin hard..2 min later collapsed on top of me...both of us dripping with sweat...fuck he smelt amazing...can still smell his pits in my beard, he held my ass so tight against him and he blew the biggest fuckin load into my ass...he slowly pulled out shoved three fingers up there to shove it in..he said keep it in there....I want that ass again soon...hot as fuck thick Russian accent..... sooo good day in all....Late birthday breeding for me 👍🏼🥳🍆

Chapter 3. Over breakfast, I asked my boy if he was serious about taking two real raw cocks at once, lubed up with a bunch of fresh cum. He eagerly agreed that that would be a fun idea. The rest of the week, I’d use some cum from the fridge and double fuck him with my dick and that cummy dildo. He loved it, exclaiming how excited he was to try to the real thing. I prodded him to admit that he’d prefer to be filled fresh cum rather than feeling it cool from the fridge. Each time we finished fucking, we’d scoop as much cum as we could into the jar. Once, after filling him up and stretching him out, I had him squat over the jar and leak out fresh seed, warmed by his hole, into it. Watching his asshole drool cum made me so wet. My boy didn’t know that I’d started an account on S**** and was sharing pics of me stretching out and railing his cummy hole. I chatted with one guy, Sam, a few blocks away from my office. Sam’s stats only included ‘Needs Discussion,’ but we never got around to discussing it. That gave me a naughty sense of hope. We met at a coffee shop and exchanged pleasantries. He thought it was crazy that I was willing to meet up with and ask to suck a stranger’s cock just to get it into my boy. Within minutes, I was on my knees, blowing this stranger’s big cock in the men’s room, not knowing his status. I slobbered all over Sam’s dick, pulling off to beg for his load, promising him that I was going to get his cum in my boy’s hole, and get it ready for his big raw cock. The guy was totally into it. When Sam was about to cum, I took his load in my mouth, my cheeks bulging, and then spat it into the jar. That night, I lubed up my raw cock and my boy’s dildo with this stranger’s load and fucked it into my boy’s greedy hole. I repeated this with my new friend every lunchtime so that by Friday, when Sam was due to come over to our place, my boy had already unknowingly taken his load several times. I left the garage unlocked and texted Sam to head on in. I told my boy he had a big surprise in store and handed him a blindfold. He grinned and put it on. I led him to the garage and had him lean blindfolded against the washer, with his perky ass pushed out, ready to be used. Sam stepped out of the shadows and nodded at me, his big cock already out, semi-hard, and shiny with precum. My boy tensed when he realized someone else was there. All of the sudden it was real for him. This wasn’t a fantasy; a stranger I procured for him was about to raw fuck and breed him, and hopefully double-stuff him along with me. I had held off on asking Sam about his status, knowing it would turn my boy on to simply not know. I lubed up my boy’s hole with some cum from the jar. I told him how I’d been spending my afternoons, blowing Sam and saving his load. My boy groaned and wriggled his butt. Sam cleared his throat and put his big hands on my boy’s cheeks spreading them wide. I slipped my cummy fingers into his hole and told him that Sam’s seed was already swimming inside him. He just groaned and pushed back on my fingers. He loved knowing that he already took a load from a stranger. Seeing Sam’s raw cock slapping my boy’s hips made me realize how much thicker and longer he was than me. I lubed up my cock with cloudy cum and pushed right into his hole, sliding in balls deep. My boy clenched down, and I knew I’d need to pull out or I’d cum too soon. My boy begged Sam to fill him up, and Sam nodded at me as he took my place. He ran his big cock up and down my boy’s slippery crack and I drizzled more cum right where the head of his dick was pushing into my boy’s ass lips. Sam took his time, pushing a few inches inside, letting my boy get accustomed to his size and then pushing in more. Once balls deep, Sam leaned forward, his weight on my boy’s body, and growled into his ear, ‘You like that big raw cock in you, boy?’ ‘YES,’ he groaned. ‘You like having my cum inside you before we even met?’ ‘YES!’ ‘Not even knowing if you’ve been taking dirty cum?’ ‘YES!!’ ‘Taking a stranger’s cum? His POZ cum?’ ‘YES!!!’ Now what had been a fantasy was suddenly real for both of us. Knowing that I’d willingly fingered and fucked this guy’s seed into my boy’s unprotected hole made me cum immediately. Sam pulled his hips back so just the head was still inside my boy. I came on his cock and he railed it into my boy’s ass adding his own load, now known to be toxic. My boy’s legs were about to give out. I laid down on the garage floor and my boy sat on my dick, laying back onto me like a mattress. Sam got on his knees between our spread legs and slid his rock-hard cock into my boy’s sloppy pussy alongside my own. I couldn’t really thrust, so I just laid there, feeling the friction of my boy’s stretched-out hole and Sam’s raw POZ cock. We repeated our dirty talk and both Sam and I lost another load inside my boy. When we were finished with him, we carried my boy to the bed and admired our work. My boy’s hole was more wrecked than I’d ever seen it and it was sloshing with a frothy blend of POZ cum. Sam got a big gloop of it on his fingers and ordered me to get on my hands and knees next to my boy. He lapped at my hole and then smeared some of the cum into my ass. I saw Sam out and then went back to bed. My boy was curled up, with his whole hand up his own asshole. We’d stretched him out so much, and gotten him so wet, that his hand slipped easily inside to the wrist. He passed out, exhausted, with his ass leaking toxic seed out around his forearm, the blindfold still covering his eyes. I got my fingers wet with the goo frothing on my boy’s wrist and moved my hand to my own ass. I played with my own cummy hole as we drifted off to sleep, working Sam’s toxic cum into my own top pussy. To be continued...

Just had my first shot and scheduled the second. I work in health care so am lucky enough to have been in the priority lists. I would recommend everyone to embrace the opportunity when it's offered but I won't argue with anyone who's against it because, in my experience, they have already decided and aren't looking to be convinced; they are just looking for an argument. It isn't going to be quick but each dose administered will slow this down.

I have to admit that with some of his stories I am more invested in the characters and their lives than the sex scenes. And yes....very filthy. lol.

Yeah. I gotta second that. NphillyDogg is brilliant and filthy. Crazy hot stand alone stories and his series are fuckin bonerific.

Part 7 I text the boy when I got home and told him to meet me at the corner at 4:50 and I went on the site where my ad was posted and put up an ad for him. Young bottom neg prep free who wants to suck dick and ride it at the bookstore. Will be there tonight and need some big dick to service. I posted the bottom would be there at 5 PM and gave the address and pic of the front and his stats with a couple ass shots took a nap. When I got up it was 4:30 and I headed to the bookstore, got there early and cruised through I saw some older rough looking guys and two younger guys with tats also walking the halls and I wen to the corner and collected Daniel my little bottom boy and we walked into the back and ducked into a both, this time with two holes and I told him to get on his knees and suck my dick which he did. While he was pulled it out from my underwear I dick fed through the hole. I could see the guys boots and it looked like these 50 plus older guys with a thicker body, one of rough looking guy who looked like he was poz. Sunken face and thick belly and abs but still lean. I guided the boy’s head to the dick, and he sucked on that big dick that grew thick. I brought lube and poppers and I lubed up his hole and fingered him as I heard the other door open and close and one of the young dudes was there. He slides his dick through and long uncut not over thick. I grab it and suck it while I lube up the boy’s hole and guide his ass, so his little hole meets that uncut dick and it slowly slides in the boy. The young guy pounds the wall and five minutes later shoots his load in the kid. The guy slips a piece of paper through, it had his number and VL203,000. I was not sure what that meant but put in my pocket and knew he would be a good fuck later. Meanwhile another older guy comes in and slides his dick through and I turn the boy around and have him suck the new dick while I lubed up that big thick man dick and backed up the boy while I fed him some poppers. He yelped as the dick was thick and the older guy slow fucked him till he opened and then ten slams and he shot his load inside the boy. This went on for a little over an hour with guy breeding him and he soon had 10 loads and of the guys who shot six had passed me their numbers and what I found out was their Viral Load count. One guy had 856,000. Big fat dick on him too. We made out and then I walked him out and called an uber for him. He lived about ten blocks away and I wanted him to get home. He texts me on the way and told me how hot it was and hoped we could do it again. I winked at him via text and told him for sure! I went back in the bookstore and found a young dude walking the halls and followed him till he picked a booth with a glory hole. I put my fingers through, and he put his cock through, and I sucked his dick then he got up and I knew he wanted my dick, so I put it through, and he sucked my dick and then backed onto it and I fucked him till I came inside him. Fuck that felt amazing I thought as I pulled out and left.

"You'll pull out before you cum right?" "Sure if that's what you want at the time." His confident reply. I just nodded my head a little and the most beautiful onslaught of my hairy ass by his turgid raw cock began. We revolved through so many positions and I just kept letting ... no ... inviting his big raw cock back in. Missionary was my favorite as his stunning gaze beamed down at me. As I thought I recognized the quickening of his pace and gasping breaths he said "I'm getting close, where do you want this toxic load?" "Pull out! Pull out! On my back " I begged. "Are you sure? I'd rather knock you up if I already haven't. " I quickly pulled off his cock and dove to take his large member and toxic load down my throat. Well most of it, I lifted off to soon... his last rope blast streaked up my cheek and into my eye . When I cleared my eye enough he was grinning down at me. As if I needed it spelled out he said; "Mucus membrane for my highly toxic load ... you may as well have let me breed your ass man. " It was not a malicious voice at all. In fact in his afterglow his sweetness melted me. I forgot my fears as we cuddled ... and then the door closed and he was gone. Full realization then set in, I had accepted all his toxic precum in my ass and some of his cum escaped my throat to be entering through my eye membrane. Fear! Panic! And a massive erection and powerful horniness took over. I jerked off to a fantasy of him cumming in my ass. As I imagined what it would feel like I had an epic orgasm. The memory and intensity of this hookup, the raw sex, the fear, the hunger, the splat in the eye ... the regret, the fear I could be infected haunted me for the next 2 months until I got up the courage to go for testing. I lost nights sleep with worry ... but it would always revert to the memory getting me very horny, my cock hardening, and the thought of taking toxic cum triggering a huge orgasm . What was I thinking?

"Oh Fuck me!", what did I just say? He needed no more encouragement. After a few fucks from his raw cock I found my voice; "You are safe aren't you ... when was your last test?" Still grinning, "Got my results 3 weeks ago. " his excellent fucking continued. "Oh good ... ... wait ... wait,and you are negative... right? " "FUCK NO " Silence on my part as his pounding picked up . As my voice came back, "then you are Poz? His grin and nod. "then you've started meds?" "Shit no! Why would I do that?" As I half heartedly tried to pull away from him he pinned me fast. "No ... pull out, get off me " I whimpered. But I clearly was not backing up my words with forceful actions. He bent down and kissed me with his luscious lips. I opened to his kiss and soon our tongues were entwined. His long raw cock deeper inside me than ever. "Please pull out" I pleaded, "I don't want to get infected ... I've never even bbed before. " Through his confident grin, " Look . What difference will it make now. You've already been exposed to a flood of my toxic precum... (as his movement began) just let me fuck you raw for a bit. " "Ok ... just a bit. You'll pull out before you cum right? What did I just say? To be continued

Part 2: The thick wood wall held firm as Brother Roberto slammed his 10-inch dick through the velvet-covered hole and into my ass raw. I was happy to take whatever penance he offered as long as it got me closer to my goal - closer to the bug - closer to CRF19. I snorted two big lines off the golden platter and once I did, Father Adelmo stuck the end of his uncut Cuban dick back into my mouth and started chanting, “JOIN THE HOLY UNION. BE ONE WITH THE BODY. JOIN THE HOLY UNION. BE ONE WITH THE BODY.” The chanting picked up in tempo and volume as Father Adelmo pumped my throat and one of the Brother’s banged my ass. “TASTE OF MY BODY - TASTE OF MY BLOOD - TASTE OF MY SPIRIT!” the Father yelled as he stiffened, clutched the carved finials of the confessional window and grunted in unison as the good Brother swelled and flooded me at the other end. I tilted my head slightly up, which made Father Adelmo’s dick spurt his last drops onto the roof of my mouth. His head was thrown back in righteous ecstasy, the cords on his neck straining as I gave him a holy vision and swallowed his sacred seed. Finally spent, Father Adelmo relaxed, exhaled, looked down at me and set his hands on top of my head in blessing and thanks before easing his now semi-hard dick from my hungry gullet. Brother Roberto was not so kind and pulled out of my freshly fucked hole in one jerk, making me gasp. As the Brother’s seed settled in, Father Adelmo stepped out of the confessional, my curtain was pulled back, and Bob was there to help me stand. I was disappointed as I was hoping he had been the one fucking me, but when the curtain pulled back and another Brother stepped out, all I could think of was how to get more of dick back in my hole so I could turn it from pink and white to red and white - cherry vanilla swirl. Father Adelmo settled himself in a high-backed, ornate chair, as a Brother held the platter out for him to snort from, another set a crystal glass full of a burgundy liquid to his side, and a third handed him a long braided cord heavy with golden beads. Bob - the Brother Roberto with the jagged scar on his temple - pushed me forward and motioned for me to kneel on a plush pillow by the Father’s seat. I tried to sit back, but was kicked, so back on my knees I arched my back, stretched, and was rewarded with another dip at the plate of white manna to snort. FUCK! Each hit burned more and more, but the shit was good whatever it was and the more I snorted, the more surreal the situation became and I chuckled a bit. The ornate plush room, in some warehouse type building, surrounded by guys who now - more so being high - all looked like clones - serving a twisted pig of a Padre. Damn! The golden beads on the braided cord made a soft, rhythmic noise as Father Adelmo ran the cord between the thumb and fingers of his left hand. He seemed lost in thought now and no one spoke a word. He snorted from the platter, a Brother carefully wiped the excess from his right nostril, then with pupils wide the Father turned to me and said - as if we had been in the middle of a conversation all along, “The CRF19 virus responds to antiviral treatment. But due to its fast progression rate, those who are diagnosed are done so too late for the therapy to work and their immune systems are unable to recover.” My dick twitched and I moaned. The Father went on, “While my sources inform me the strain has now reached epidemic proportions in Cuba, so far, it has not spread outside Cuba, with the exception of a few rare cases.” There was another pause as Father Adelmo snorted some more, the platter was held out for me and when I only snorted two lines, I was cuffed up side the head by Bob, so I snorted two more. Bob set his hand on my left shoulder in firm approval and squeezed. Father Adelmo titled his head, leaned forward, held my chin up with his right hand so that I could stare into the depths of his brown eyes and asked, “Are you willing to be the lamb that brings CRF19 back to my children?” I nodded, Father Adelmo smiled, and suddenly the room was full of motion and energy. My head was released, Father Adelmos leaned back in the chair, two of the Brothers Roberto stood side by side in front of me - one roughly grabbing my left wrist as the other wrapped a length of golden silk around it then holding the free end yanked my arm out to the side. My other wrist was done in turn and together; the Brother’s pulled me forward. I tried to stumble, but fell flat onto the carpeted floor and as I did, each ankle was grabbed and also wrapped and then pulled and soon as I lying flat with a Brother kneeling by each of my hands, the golden cloth wrapped around their fists, tying us together like a shepherd and a wayward sheep. My legs were splayed; Father Adelmo stood over my head, bent forward, and slid his braided cord of beads under my neck, looped it, and pulled. I choked and sputtered and he pulled harder. While Father Adelmo was literally yanking my chain, a hard body lay on my naked back and a thick dick punctured my rectum anew. Being held down and throttled left me little choice but to take the dick that started to slowly push in, pull out, push back in. I then heard a loud snort above me and Father Adelmo began to chant, “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME. THAT STARTS NOW. HERE AS I MARK YOU AS THE LAMB.” The thrusting in my ass paused, the cloth bindings pulled taught, Father Adelmo kneeled by my side-turned head and I felt a sharp slicing in first my left, then my right shoulder, followed by him rubbing his finger over each wound as he said, “BLOOD TO BLOOD UPON THE ALTAR OF MEN, SO SHALL YOU BE MARKED. ANOINTED. BAPTIZED BY ALL HE WHO COMES FORTH!” The man inside me started slam fucking hard, deep, fast, and the only sound he made as he filled with me his seed was a soft grunt. He immediately withdrew, there was a few seconds of shuffling as the cloth binding on my right ankle was shifted, then someone else lay on my back and they too began to fuck. Father Adelmo had stood back up, snorted, and continued to chant, “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME.” The man in my ass filled me with sperm, more shifting, another big dick and I grunted as this one was a bit thicker, but they were all long - holy hell where did he find these men? I just took at least 30 inches and was there more coming? Apparently yes. “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME.” The chant continued to ring and resound as one after another the five Brothers in the room shifted positions in turn and each fucked me raw, and filled my ass with their gifts. I don’t think any of them had nutted in a long time as not only did I feel the cum flow from my hole, but they came awful quick. This was not about enjoyment; it was about service and duty. Brother number five was getting ready to unleash his contribution inside me when Father Adelmo’s voice grew louder, “I BAPTIZE YOU - I BAPTIZE YOU - I BAPTIZE YOU.” the Brother filled me up and pulled out of my ass and within seconds as the Father yelled “I BAPTIZE YOU!” I felt a hot spray of cum blast from the Father’s dick as he jacked off standing over me, coating my shoulder wounds, my back, the side of my face. He then took a step back, straddled me once more, and I felt the powder of his chemical storm sprinkled over me and then the golden platter was dropped to the floor and discarded, no longer needed. It was snowing in Magic City - a chemical fallout. My wrists and ankles were released. Hot hands pressed my flesh, mouths and tongues found the chemical adornment the Father had dumped on my naked and used body, and as the Brothers slurped it up, they mixed the white powder in with the Father’s cum. It tickled, and I was jealous, and I was begging for someone to fuck me! Someone - I’m convinced it was Bob as he seemed to enjoy doing so - cuffed my head so I shut up and the Brothers finished licking, snorting, and using my sacrificed body as a drug buffet. All restraints released I got my wish as the drugged up Brothers were horny and ready for round two, three, and four. I was hefted onto my hands and knees as one stuffed my mouth and another slammed his dick balls deep as he squatted behind me and pounded my wet sloppy hole. Rough fingers coated my nostrils, my ass burned from more chems shoved into my fuck chute. I was baptized, anointed, and made sacred over and over by their DNA. Some hours later Bob helped me up after I had been basted with Cuban cum like a Christmas turkey. He ushered me into a small room that had just a cot, washbasin, and a set of dark red, almost black clothes. Not black like the Brothers, but dark blood red like death. One of the young twinks from the chapel - now dressed in crisp whites and holding his head down in deference - brought in a small plate of food. When I asked him about the clothes he did not explain the whites but said, “The Brothers serve HIM! The Brothers are holy. They wear only black as a symbol of death and mourning for the lives we all lived and those that will be lost.” OK - yeah these fuckers were bat shit crazy, but hey, the dick was good so what did I care, right Dusk was slow to descend on the city, but as it did, Bob led me out of my monk cell to meet Father Adelmo who was confidently standing by the front door, his dark gray shirt buttoned all the way up. He smiled as I approached, nodded, and as he led me outside and walked me down the sidewalk, the Father spoke about his good works from the soup kitchens, to the hospice, to the daycare center and home for unwed mothers, and more. The people of the neighborhood all waved, smiled, and shouted greetings, praises, and honorifics as our entourage strolled by - the Father, me, and a horde of Brother Robertos. I tried asking the Father when I would get to go to Cuba, how I would get there, what would happen then, and more, and with each question he shushed me and gave a dismissive little wave. Fuck - like I was a child! I had come all the way to Miami, had let him and his goon squad drug me up, fuck me, breed me (well OK, I DID like that), but still. The least he could do was give me answers. I huffed and was set to start another round of questions when Father Adelmo stopped by a cinder-block warehouse, a Brother slid back the large door, and Father said, “Peace my son. Brother Roberto will guide you and it will take a few days to make all the arrangements - that is if you have the money? You do? Good. Go and get it and return here. Brother Roberto will accompany you.” Father Adelmo then stepped into the darkness of the warehouse while Bob cuffed me and guided me down the sidewalk in the direction of my hotel. Wait, how did he know exactly where I was staying? In my hotel Bob wasted no time forcefully pulling my issued pants down, mounting my hole raw, and soiling the clean sheets on the bed. I like a top who is verbal - he was not - but that big dick still felt great as he slammed me and so I begged for him to breed me. Clearly he’s a freaky fuck as he yanked his dick out, pulled a baggy of white powder from his pocket, and as I laid on my back with my legs up I watched as he licked his finger, coated it good, then proceed to finger fuck me and bump me higher. I was in heat and begged and pleaded and swore and prayed until Bob anointed me with some more of his seed. That finished, I opened the safe, got the cash I brought, Bob packed it into a backpack that he slung over his left shoulder, and we started back towards the warehouse. I was hyped and chatty, yet Bob deflected all my questions about the good Father with silence. Well the Brother Robertos/”Bob” might have taken a vow of silence but as I felt his cum leak from my ass I chuckled knowing celibacy or abstinence from drugs were not in his set of solemn promises. Even when I begged, “Please let me sin again and make me repent - right here in this alley,” Bob just looked at me all stone faced and silent and pushed me along. Damn him to hell! Back at the warehouse, Bob led me through the large door, into the dark cavern, past two Brothers standing guard with automatic rifles. Shit that was new. We followed the echoing voices, turned a corner and came into a room with a long, wooden table and a number of people hustling and bustling about. Father Adelmo was at the far end, he paused his conversation, waved us over, looked in the backpack fingered the stacks of cash, smiled, and nodded. Bob stepped away and left the room so I looked around. The dim bare bulbs dangling from the ceiling, swaying in the currents of air created by large fans hanging from the rafters, let me see that there were more men with guns coming and going and two others hunched over the table cutting open blue plastic bricks and dumping out packets of white powder. I squinted and realized the men with guns - in jeans, t-shirts, and caps, were Brothers Roberto. They had changed clothes. The men at the table sorting the baggies of powder were Brothers too and one of them looked up, winked, then went back to work. My ass twitched. I went to step closer, but someone put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. I turned, it was Bob, and he too had changed and had added a Miami Marlins baseball cap to his ensemble. Father Adelmo then walked over to me, handed me a baggy, and I turned it over to see the little symbol stamped in black on the back - an angel. Father Adelmo opened the baggy, poured some in his hand and held it up for me to snort. Christ that burned and I swayed, he laughed and Bob steadied me. I shook my head to clear my mind and the Father said, “Tonight, you will go with Brother Roberto and will sell these to my people in need. I also must see how far you are willing to go to obtain the CRF19 virus. Yes, I praise you for today’s service, but there is more you must do.” He tapped the partially empty baggy and said, “THIS IS A NECESSARY EVIL AND ONE THAT ALLOWS ME TO DO ALL THE GOOD WORKS I SHARED WITH YOU AND MANY MORE. THOSE WHO PARTAKE ARE LOST - FOR NOW AT LEAST - AND TONIGHT SO SHALL YOU BE. A LOST SOUL, A BODY WITH NO SOUL THAT EXISTS ONLY FOR THE PLEASURE OF THE DOWN, OUT, DRUG ADDLED, AND DISEASE RIDDEN. YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE TO REACH EL DORADO, TO FIND THE ONE YOU SEEK, TO BECOME THE SACRIFICE ON THE ALTAR OF MAN - FOR MEN - BY MEN.” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Your fear of having your use of PrEP detected in routine blood work is, pardon my bluntness, complete nonsense. I get that you have a fear of it being discovered, for whatever reason, and I'm sympathetic, we've all had to come out in various ways and it can be emotionally taxing, but your fear of routine blood work is not rational, reasonable, or credible. If your fears persist now that you've been told by multiple people that they are not justified, I really recommend finding a mental health professional to talk to. Good luck to you.

That's so fucking hot. Definitely the best story here. I need more.

Since COVID hit i have met three men in my neighbourhood, all three are married and had never been with a guy...after a few chats online they all have folded and dropped by for a blowie...3 very stunned and impressed men. one has now ventured into fucking me, and last week he thought he was sneaky by ripping off the rubber and blowing in my hole...the other wants to see if I’m full of shit when I say I’ll drink his piss straight from the cock without any spillage...believe it or not both guys came up with these ideas without my help 😉 I must be alright at blowin dudes then?

The curtain opened to a single spotlight slowly coming up a bit to the right of center stage. A short bald, beach ball shaped man stood there facing the audience. He was naked save white athletic socks and a pair of teal hightop runners. His craggy voice broke the silence as he stood firm."I love cum! I always have. The first time I ejaculated I ate my own sperm. I was instantly hooked. I made sure word leaked out around school and I sucked down every load I could get; students, fellow Club members, sports teams, home and visiting, even the odd teacher, coach or chaperone. The night of my high school prom I spent more time in the boys bathroom than on the dance floor. I had been offered fucks many times before but held off 'til the night of the prom. With this body I didn't have a date. So my choice was to host as many cocks as I could under the stall walls. Remember I love cum so I gave no thought to using condoms. At least a dozen guys fuck me raw that night from the captain of the football team to the ugliest troll in our school. Only seven bred my ass. When the cum started leaking out I slopped it up on my fingers and gobbled down every drop I could find. The addition of my ass juices was pure intoxication. I moved to a neighboring city for college and discovered glory holes. (A wall with a glory hole descends on the left side of the stage. ) I've taken so many loads it's a miracle I'm not HIV positive. I figure it is inevitable I'll get it. Maybe tonight will be my lucky night. I love cum, I love poz cum even more!" He quietly walked behind the wall and his bare ass appeared in the glory hole Another object lowers stage right. It is slowly illuminated. It turns out to be a sex sling with a gorgeous, muscular, naked, tattooed man reclining with his feet in the stirrups. He winks seductively at the audience as he is lubbing his butt hole. He then spoke; "I've been chasing for three months. Fuck, who knows I may have already been knocked up. I just love being a cum dump. Bring on the fuckin poz pigs, my ass is ready. " Two twinks clad only in white towels chat aimlessly of all their bathhouse antics as they enter stage left. They are clearly excited by the guy in the sling and the butt in the glory hole. One of the twinks is Chris. The other spoke first. "Holy Shit, look at this man! I'm topping tonight. I started Prep a while ago, but I just can't remember to take it every day. And I'm sure not fuckin organized enough to use that other method. Some fuckin thing about a pill 24 hours before you plan to have sex, who plans it? and two pills in the days after ... fuuuuuuccck! That glory hole ass is my type of action tonight. " Chris's character; "That's exactly why I went off Prep and got myself knocked up as fast as possible. No meds for me. Let's grab our first piece of ass for the evening. " Chris approached the sling and fingered the waiting hole. Finding it prelubed he dropped his towel, stroked himself fully erect, and slid on in. His friend was bent and eating out the glory hole plump ass. Three guys already in a bareback fuck train shuffled on stage. Jason was bringing up the rear. A gorgeous big bear of a man was in the middle position. A frumpy pot bellied dad bod was at the front and was the first to speak. "Holy fuckin shit! How did I let this happen? I stumbled on gay porn last year and got up the courage tonight to come and watch some guys making out for real. I had never even touched a guy's cock before and now I have this big hairy stranger's naked prick up my ass. What the fuck am I doing?!" The bear's fucking pace was picking up speed and his breathing was telltale erratic. "I'm close, where do you want this load man? Should I pull out?" "No! ... I mean ... ah ... yes, yes, pull out! Oh fuuuuuuccck, you're cummin in my ass man, fuuuuuuccck!" "Too late , I creamed in you deep", said the proud bear catching his breath. "Don't worry old man. I'm clean. I'm neg and STD free. I'm on Prep. Enjoy my big clean load." Jason's character's angry voice as he pulled out of the bear; "Damn fucking bastard! I hate that phrase, 'I'm clean.' What the fuck? I've showered to. Just 'cause I'm shooting a poison high voltage viral load doesn't make me dirty. Makes my load white slimy gold. Besides, poz guys are the best hottest sex going. To hell with this stupid bear ass, I'm going for that twink fucking at the glory hole. " The twink's face showed shock and horror, but he didn't push Jason away and it wasn't long 'til it was clear he was loving the raw cock pounding his ass. That was until Jason unloaded deep inside him! The bear pulled out and immediately went to plunge into Jason's ass. The next forty minutes were consumed by a free for all bareback orgy. Each of the seven performers climaxed at least twice and usually deep in the ass they were topping. A few loads were clearly swallowed deep throat. Between them Chris and Jason loaded every negative ass at least once accept the bear. They had no desire to waste their precious poz poison. Following the performance the audience stayed for a 'q and a'. They learned that indeed Chris and Jason were infected, not medicated and shooting highly contagious loads. Four of the others were negative chasers who until that moment had not known who the infected actors were. The bear really was on Prep, but confessed he to hated the phrase 'I'm clean.' It was unanimous that Jason and Chris took the prize for planting the most intense poundings and the hottest loads. Jason and Chris celebrated their star status by finding the closest sex club and bottoming 'til the sun came up on their cum slicked holes. Jason returned to his meds and undetectable status as soon as he got home to his beloved Barry. Chris stayed in Amsterdam signed on for a permanent role as long as the orgy production ran. The play was wildly popular, and ran long enough that a few of the original negative bottoms would also return to poz a few willing actors. At the end of the run Chris figured he'd had a role in pozing a couple dozen guys on and off stage. Figuring that as his quota he returned to live with his soul mates Jason and Barry. He also decided it was time to accept medication and become an outspoken advocate of U =U.

I'm good with being teased by the best writer on the site...!

Some young guys will say they are bi as a transitional thing towards admitting they are gay (I certainly was one of them back in the 80s). That doesn't mean there aren't guys who really are bi. It's not a transitional thing for them. I think it can be similar for transvestite and transsexual men. It's easier to cop to being turned on to it and then later admit it's your identity not a fetish. Some guys are passing through cross-dressing but not all of them. Here again is an analogy from my life. I came out as gay my freshman year at college in 1981. I had only known being gay was a thing for about 5-6 years. I grew up in a rural setting, and there wasn't a lot of coverage of the gay community in my area. There were hardly any gays on television, and the ones that were there were no one you wanted to be. If I had been born 30-40 years later with so many more positive images of LGBTQ+ people, I probably would have come out at 14 like my niece did a few years back. I think we are seeing more transpeople because there is more awareness that it is a thing. There is a vocabulary people can use to describe their experience, and there is support for coming out as trans.

Back in my car I sent a quick text to Jeff saying “Thanks for sending Tom and Robert my way” and then one to my friend Matt “You will never believe what just happened to me.” Then I dove home. Both of their replies came just as I got back in my apartment. Jeff: “They’re fun I hope you got two big loads rom them.” Me: “Far more than that. Matt: “You get some more loads dumped in you slut?” I stripped off my clothes and took a picture of my caged cock and sent it to Matt, along with a video of Tom sliding a massive toy inside me that they had sent me. Jeff: “They stretch you out?” Me: “Sure did” I sent him the video and then I sent him the picture of my caged cock. Jeff: “Fuck, they’ve been saying they need a new cunt for ages. Guess they chose you.” Me: “It feels fucking amazing. My cunt is so open.” Jeff: “Now that’s something I need to see. Up for another load?” Me: “Fuck yes, you know the address.” Jeff: “Be there in 20.” How could I still be horny, I had just quite literally had my guys rearranged, and yet I was excited for yet another man to come breed me. While I was waiting for Jeff Matt responded again. “Fuck! Now your cock is caged up and you’re getting stretched out. That’s so fucking hot. I may have to come back and breed your cunt again.” “Yes, do it! A guy is coming over in a few minutes, but come over whenever!” “How did I not know you’re a cum dump?” “I wasn’t before today.” “Well you took to it like a fish to water. Lol. Who locked your cock?” “The couple that just bred me… they want me to be their pig.” “Fuck that’s hot. Ok I’ll come by and breed you after class.” “Can’t wait.” With another breeding lined up I moved to check my computer when a knock came at the door. I opened the door and there was the same tall blond in a polo from this morning. I had forgot that I was completely naked in a cock cage, but Jeff pushed me inside and growled. “Fuck yes, I hope Tom and Robert keep you, I love breeding their boys.” He moved me towards the bedroom, then knocked me face first onto the bed. I shifted my knees under myself and presented my hole to him “They really did a number on you. This is not the same hole I bred this morning.” I heard him strip off quickly and then his cock was pressing against my hole. It took no force for him to enter me. He just slid inside. We both groaned. “Im not going to last long in this sloppy cunt. Fuck you feel so good pig.” “Yes, add your load to my hole. Breed me!” “Take that fucking load boy,” he practically yelled and slammed inside me. His cock pulsed in my cunt, and I let out a sigh. “I’m going to be breeding this cunt often I think. I’m going back to work now boy.” As Jeff got dressed I was already back on my phone texting Matt that I had another load in me and was waiting for him. I also noticed several new emails from Craigslist. I was almost so distracted that I didn’t realize Jeff was dressed and about to leave until he smacked me on the ass. “Have fun pig,” he winked. “Thank you ,Sir!” I called after him as he left, and turned back to my phone. Matt texted back saying he wouldn’t be done with class for a little while, but that he wouldn’t be mad if I made him wait to take more loads. So, I turned my attention back to the new emails. Two seemed pretty bland, or fake. I deleted those. The first one I responded to said “Looking to breed a pig cunt,” and included a picture of a short but fat cock, a pair of low hanging balls, and a little bit of a furry gut. I responded to whoever it was with my phone number, and moved onto the next. “Free all afternoon and horny as fuck,” read this one followed by a torso photo of hairless well-built man, and then a hefty looking cock with close cropped blonde pubes. He also got my phone number. A guy who looked old enough to be my father with a long but thin looking dick, along with a young otter with a fairly average cock, also both were sent my number. I turned Ian Jay back on while I checked A4A and waited to hear from any of the guys who had just emailed me. Ian was now getting gang banged by a room full of fat dicks, I was envious. A4A was pretty boring this time of day, and I resigned myself to waiting for Matt. Then my phone chirped, “Just got your Craigslist email, free now?” “Fuck yes, I’ve got nine loads in my cunt,” I sent him my address and a pic of my caged cock. “On my way pig.” I texted Matt, “Got another top on the way.” “Fuck yes cunt! Who?” “Random from Craigslist, I gave my number to several responses so it could be any of them.” “I fucking love this!” “Me too!” “Class gets out in an hour, see you after.” Killing time I sent a text to Tom, “Just took another load from Jeff, some random from Craigslist is on his way, and my friend Matt is coming over after class! I hope they all like my ruined cunt.” “Good job boy! How many is that now? 9 with 11 planned?” “Yes Sir!” “Try and get at least 15 today, and 15 tomorrow.” “Yes Sir! I think I can do that.” “I know you can boy.” “Parking.” A text came from the Craigstlist guy. I stuck my phone by the bed and went to wait by the front door. He knocked, and completely naked I opened the door. None of the guys had sent faces but this had to be the well-built guy with the blonde pubes. He was about 6’-2” blonde hair, maybe 45, and looked to be fresh from the gym. “Come on in,” I said, stepping back and letting him in. “Thank pig.” He came in and closed the door, then promptly took his shirt off. He must have just come from the gym, I could smell the sweat on him. He didn’t waste time and took off his clothes, and once he was in just his briefs I led him into my bedroom. I got on my knees and pulled his hardening cock out of his underwear. His cock tasted salty, but not like sweat, I looked up at him, and he grinned. “Can you taste the last pig I bred on my cock?” “Yes!” “Does that turn you on pig?” “Yes Sir!” “Why?” I thought about it for a moment and answered, “I makes me feel even more sub to know I’m not your first. I’m just some hole.” It was remarkably honest in that moment, but I knew it was true. Much like the guy who had bred me after taking loads himself all night, this put me further down the rungs and I enjoyed that feeling. “Good answer boy, now finish getting me hard.” I swallowed his cock, and savored the taste of old cum and ass juice. It continued to harden in my mouth. When I came up for air his cock looked even bigger than it had in his photos. I devoured it. This guy hadn’t come for a blow job though, and he eventually got me up on the bed on my back and took his place between my legs. He started to rub his cock against my hole, picking up cum from my crack as he did. “Fuck you don’t even need spit to open up,” he pressed his cock into me. I took a breath and he sunk into me. “Oh shit,” he groaned, “Your pussy’s been wrecked!” “About an hour ago there was a fist in my cunt,” I said, reaching up and pulling his face close to mine, “Two bears stretched my cunt wide and then filled it with cum. And then… they caged my cock.” He started to fuck me slowly, “Is this your first day in the cage then boy?” “Yes, Sir.” The fucking picked up a little faster, “Does that mean you’ve just given in to being a sub?” “Yes.” He was fucking me harder now. “I didn’t know I was a cumpig till… well… today.” “A fresh cunt. But damn, you are so full of cum, and you’ve been fisted,” he was starting to sweat as he slammed into me. I was shocked he was still talking, “You are a natural born cunt!” “Yes, Sir and I need your load.” He held onto my shoulders and slammed into me as hard as he could. His thighs slapped against my ass cheeks. I was whimpering, and he was growling. He fucked me with long strokes, he hammered me deep, he jackhammered away at me, he abused the fuck out of my cunt. He wasn’t deterred by my slack hole which I had been worried about, he seemed to love it. “Fuck me, please, fuck me.” “God this cunt feels so good.” “Please! Give me your load!” “Fuck yes boy!” “Fill me up.” “I’m going to breed this cunt.” “Breed my pussy!” “Fucking take my load faggot!” “Yes!” He slammed into me and throbbed well past my second ring. I moaned in satisfaction, and he reared back, hands behind his head. As he exposed his furry pits his sent washed over me and I felt a heavy glob of precum drip from my caged cock. I loved it, his sent was intoxicating. Slowly he pulled out. “Fuck that felt good, fa…” he stopped mid-sentence. My front door had opened. We both looked over worried. “Don’t stop on my account, please, finish up.” Matt had arrived.

Part 9 Chris's immediate physical response was a loss of breath. The rush of the slam made him cough uncontrollably. He thought this was probably the last moments of his life. Dying naked in a sling with drugs in his system. God would punish him and send him to a hell that he only began to imagine in that moment. That thought of death was surprisingly not met with fear because this wasnt a time for emotion. Gregs massive cock was in him and the way he plunged it into Chris without mercy also simultaneously caused the boy to take a quick intake of breath. Only he didnt have the ability to take it. The coughing fit and the sharp pain of the raw cock stretching him were all too much. Meanwhile the video hadnt stopped. The screams by the men and the top to "poz the boy" were relentless as the top bred the bottom. Thoughts of his demise turned out to be far too premature. Suddenly he felt Hunters hand on his chest again. What he didnt realize was Hunters hand was there from the moment he pulled the band off Chris's arm. The shock was wearing off and feeling was returning to Chris. Hunters touch felt electric. His coughing stopped and a heat permeated his body. Hunters touch made the heat more intense and yet it wasnt enough. He needed more. And the pain of his hole being stretched became something different. Need. Greg was deep but Chris wanted him deeper. The need for more prompted him to raise his arms toward Greg as if to beckon him. Greg obliged and bent down again laying on top of the boy and making out again. "Fuck boy. You feeling good huh?" Chris just moaned into Gregs mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into the kiss. Greg responded with a moan of his own and accepted as much of Chris's tongue as he could get. Meanwhile he stayed balls deep in the boy and rocked inside him, flexing his cock and trying to press against the boys prostate. Chris still wasnt down from that initial highest of highs enough to figure out what to make of all that was happening. What he did know was that his life was now divided into two: before slam and after slam. Before this slam he knew he had parts of his body that would arouse him when they were touched. But now every inch of his body was a pleasure center, outside and inside. He could suddenly feel every ridge and vein of Gregs throbbing cock. He felt how deep inside him he was. He felt Gregs chest pressed on top of his as he pushed himself up against the man to somehow get even closer. Their making out became breathless just as Chris had regained his breathing. There was no chance to think. He wanted to feel this way forever. Feeling the need to be touched like this and having that need met by a man as gorgeous as Greg. Greg pulled himself up having to fight the pull of Chris's arms. He wanted to see this boy he was fucking and get a look at his raw cock fucking in and out of him. Chris was looking up at him so intently like he was trying to memorize every detail of Gregs face. Greg noticed how Chris's face had changed with the high running through him. He was more animal, acting on instinct instead of thought, taking what he wanted and not thinking about consequences. He loved his boys like this. But looking at how changed the boy was reminded him that the high from the slam he did when he first got to Hunters place had mostly worn off. He looked at Hunter who was still at Chris's side now stroking his own dripping cock. "You dont wanna feed that to him?" Greg asked Hunter. "Later. I see where his focus is for now. Hes in love." Greg chuckled knowing thats exactly the look Chris had on his face as he looked up at the man who was fucking him. Whether or not Chris heard any of this wasnt clear to either man standing since the boys gaze never wavered. "You look like you could use...a pick me up." Greg smiled at Hunter. "You read my mind." Hunter turned his attention to his kit to get one of the prepared rigs for Greg. Greg leaned back down to kiss Chris softly. He looked into the boys eyes and asked "Feeling good boy?" Chris just nodded. It was as if he was in a trance. "I'm gonna stay deep in you like this but I cant promise that Ill have much control once Hunter gives me what he gave you. Your hole feels so good around my cock I might just cum as soon as he slams me. You ok with that?" It didnt matter how Chris answered. Greg was going to breed this boy. But he wanted to hear Chris say that he wanted Gregs cum in this intimate moment when they were as closely connected as they could be. "Yeah." Chris's first word since his slam. "Yeah what boy? Tell me." "I...I..I want you to cum." Damn, Greg thought. This high and still had some inhibitions. Those religious boys from conservative families were hard to break and he was working on one such boy now. That only pushed Greg closer to the edge of his cum. "Yeah? Where do you want me to cum boy?" "I...I....cum in me." "Whats that? Say that again boy. With conviction. Like you really want it. I don't believe you." "Cum inside me. Please. Gimme that cum." "Fuck. Yeah? You sure?" Greg could see that his promptings were pushing Chris to open his mind to what he really wanted. He watched as Chris's face became more resolute and assured. "Fuck yes. Shoot those fucking poz ropes of cum in me." The sudden outburst almost shook Chris lucid. Had he just asked Greg to cum in him and poz him? He had never once considered that. But he knew what he said and what he said was what he wanted. This was after slam Chris and after slam Chris craved poz cum. "Fucking flood me with your poz cum." "Oh fuck," Greg lifted himself up again as Hunter came close with the band and rig. "Looks like he put it all together. Our boy wants to get pozzed up." Hunter looked at Chris who finally turned from Greg and looked back at him as if noticing for the first time that he was even in the room. "Yeah boy? You wanna get pozzed?" Chris nodded. "Fuck yeah. But Chris?" He gave Chris a look now as if to say listen closely. "Chris? How do you know you werent pozzed before today?" Chris's eyes grew wide as the realization hit him. And then the smile. Chris smiled at Hunter as the look on his face transformed from shock to pure lust. As the realization hit Chris, he looked back and forth to the two men and as he tilted his head back in ecstasy, moaned out "Fuuuuuuuuck." Both men noticed that Chris's cock was as hard as it had been the whole day and it was leaking precum all over his abs. Greg was also benefiting from Chris's pleasure as he felt the boys hole squeeze his cock gripping it and milking it and trying to pull it in deeper. Greg smiled in response as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Yeah boy. Thats what youre about to get. Im gonna fucking breed you with my poz cum so deep." He was balls deep in Chris and tried to focus so he could hold his position as Hunter tied the band around his arm and found a vein. When Hunter pulled away after finishing the slam, Greg raised his arm and coughed through that initial impact. He loved getting slammed while he was inside a bottom but this hole was so tight and knowing that it was a neg boy who wanted to get pozzed up made him wild. As he rode the high he pushed his weight against Chris's hole trying to get even deeper than was possible. Chris could feel the change in Greg just in the way the cock inside him felt. Almost like it was growing fatter. It felt like it was stretching him even more. But there was no pain. This was all pleasure. He looked back up to Greg and saw the change in his face. It looked like lust on the verge of violence. Chris braced himself. "Oh fuck boy. You feel that cock?" Gregs breathing was heavy from the coughing but also as he got closer to cumming. His fucking became more frantic pulling almost completely out before slamming his cock deep into the boy at an increasing speed. The two were moaning loudly now unable to form words. Greg reached down and held Chris's shoulders to get deeper with each stroke. He looked deep into Chris and found some words but not sentences. "Cumming....pozzing....boy.....fuck..." and then the slamming strokes that would tell any observer that Gregs ropes of poz cum were being shot into Chris. The spasms, the shaking, all told Hunter that this was a huge load. But what made this easily one of the hottest things Hunter had ever witnessed was that as Greg began to shoot his load Chris also was on the verge of cumming. He never found his words so it came out in a long moan that was broken up by each rope that he shot. Hunter saw cum shooting up onto Chris's chest and face and more than one rope that hit Gregs neck and chin. As he came Chris's legs moved off the sling and tightened around Greg but in constant movement as if unable to maintain control. Hunter couldnt tell if one was shaking the other or if both were shaking together as if they were a single unit. As Greg slowed himself down he wrapped his arms around Chris and they kissed deep. Both still shivered with periodic tremors as they made out from the intense cum they had both experienced. As Greg pulled himself from the kiss he looked into Chris's eyes again. The boy was still very high. "Fuck youre hot boy. That might have been the most cum I have ever shot at once." Chris just smiled. "You are so adorable." Greg turned to Hunter as if to seek his agreement. What he saw was cum all over the floor. Hunter had cum with the boys and shot all around him like he was trying to paint the floor with his cum. "Guess you enjoyed watching that." Hunter laughed. "That was fucking hot boys. Two boys fucking is hot. A top pozzing a neg bottom is fucking hot. But you two got me at that next level. Fuck." Greg turned to look at Chris again but was still talking to Hunter. "How did you find the hottest boy on campus? If there are anymore like him at that school...fuck youre hot." He pressed his mouth against Chris's again and their passion was just as deep as before they came. When the kiss broke, Chris spoke his first words since he came. "You would like Tyler." Greg cocked his head slightly at the statement and turned to Hunter though it wasnt clear who he was talking to. Maybe both of them. "Who's Tyler?"

Part 7 Dirk was enjoying his piss in the cunts ass, he had a big flow going up there. "Keep it in you whore, enjoy my warm piss in your hole babes, it will make you a very happy and willing cunt". Mike was clenching his ass, scared to loose any of the warm piss, his was imagening how pregnant women most feel so bloathed, but instead a baby it was hot piss. Dirk was taking some soap from the dispenser, and started to clean up Mikes back, going from his head to his asscheeks, and legs. Mike was still haunched against the wall with his torso against the wall, scared to move, afraid to lose some of that precious piss inside him. Dirk was doing a good job in washing, making sure he was touching every crevice on Mike's body, the boy was sweathing like a racehorse after a big race during sex, so he wanted to make sure he was feeling clean again. He was aware that Mike was clenching his ass to keep the piss inside, "ok boy rinse off, then dump the piss in the toilet, then whe continue to shower together". Mike was moving to the toilet, and sitting down embarassed to dump the large amount of piss. He was staring in the bog to make sure that he was still clean, but the only thing he saw was pink piss, and small ropes of cum swimming around in the bog. He did stand up, and entered the shower again, he was feeling a new buzz in his body, like he was getting more aroused and high. Dirk was awaiting him with open arms, making sure the cunt did not fall down on the wet floor, he pushed Mike back under the hot stream to continue his cleaning of Mikes ass and his frontside. While Mike face was hunched against the breast of Dirk, Dirk was cleaning Mike ass with a vigour and a lot of soap, he likes the smell of a soapy ass while rimming. Mike suddenly backed off and started to clean Dirks chest with his tongue, and going to Dirks armpits and licking them clean, he was feeling so piggy with the new chems boost, that he just had to try this. He could smell the mansmell of Dirk, even when he retracted, he could smell the sweat on his own face, it triggered some exciting feelings in his body, strangely enough his dick was so sensitive, but as big as his forefinger, he just could not understand why he was not getting hard, it was frustrating him. "Time to get ready babes, we have some company in a minute and we do not want our friends losing patience, don't we????" Mike was smilling and nodding that he was ready for round two. Dirk did take a big fluffy towel to dry Mike from head to toe, which gave Mike a feeling like he was being loved, and of course that was the wicked idea Dirk did want to create for the bitch, but reality was much farther from the cunts ideas. Soon they both where dry, and moved back to the living room together. Mike was sitting down on the coach, lying a bit back, just wondering what more there could happen this night, he never had an experience like this, he did not understand that he was going from a timid guy to a dick crazy whore within a few hours, he had never imagined that he was capable of losing his boundaries so quick. Dirk was checking out the bedroom, just making sure the sheets where still ok, and then moving to his computer to drop a few lines to his Zoom mates. "Hey wankers, keep your attention on the screen, the real show will start shortly, save up some cum in your nuts, and turn down the heat, because the sex here will be fired up" Some punters did sheer and grunt and making some devil signs with their fingers. Dirk was moving back to his living room when his mobile was buzzing, James did message that they have arrived and they where in front of the door. Before he opened the door he was turning down the heat, to avoid more sweat then neccessary.

Chapter 1: True Dark Convert Samael slowly inhaled the scent of the bar: cigarette smoke, vapors of booze, and the oils that preserved the harsh yet slick leather gear of the patrons of the bar. He inhaled deeper; his paranormal senses reaping the sensations no mere mortal human could detect: lust, gluttony, envy, and then finally he honed in on that sweet emotion that hinted innocence. The fear was mild, being managed by bravery and courage that Samael had bestowed upon the young man but he maliciously grinned as his gaze focused on his target. Across the bar Kane sat on a wide bench trying to keep to himself while he stared with wide eyes around the bar. His nervousness would normally have kept him far from a gay leather bar but he reassured himself reading his messages. The young man had a large denim vest with cut off sleeves and had tried his best to pull off a tough guy look; even waxing his blond hair and regretting how he looked like a slick 50’s style grease-ball but the sleek shine of his skin would tell an experienced patron that he was nervous. Kane was sweating, his courage starting to question his belief in whether his contact would show. Trying once again to discreetly check the photos sent to try to find a match in the nearby crowd. “You shouldn’t hold out for a no show-” Kane heard to his side and he looked up at a middle-aged burly man holding a drink. The modest bear wore a blue and metal harness and gave a cheerful grin. “Life’s too short to wait around for patience.” The young man tried to look confident as his brain raced to respond with something witty but Kane couldn’t help but try to discreetly move back. The older bear laughed and fondled a tiny metal canister before taking a quick inhale from it. “Sometimes you gotta seize the night and jump to the exciting thrills.” Kane saw the metal canister offered to him as he heard a separate cold deep voice. “Or the boy is being obedient and waiting for a proper daddy to show him the ropes at the pace he knows is best for him.” A firm hand gripped Kane’s shoulder as the hunting stranger looked up behind his prey. At first there was a look of cool before the bear’s face dropped and he nodded before turning off. Kane’s heart started to slowly pump back to life from the uncomfortable situation before he slowly looked up past his shoulder to see his liberator. The young man nervously grinned before quietly saying “Hi”. Samael’s facial expression changed from cheerful to stern. No human would have heard those words with the loud music and voices but he distinctly addressed the greeting. “Funny, I was beginning to think you weren’t just acting for fun through the messages boy.” The observation was simple but it worked. Kane started to focus in the same mindset as he had flirted and submitted through online messages. The environment around them wasn’t such an interference as was previously feeding the boy’s nervousness as he corrected himself. “I apologize Sir, I’m adapting to this new experience and I honor the opportunity to finally meet you Sir.” Mental logic started processing quickly in Kane’s mind; trying to review as much as he consciously memorized to make sure he was following the rules that had naturally formed when talking to Samael; a man he found himself desiring to follow and learn from. He tried his best to stay as he was and not waver or move unless ordered to. Kane’s eyes had met Samael and he eagerly awaited a response to continue. Those eyes of Samael’s reflected the occasional strobe light as they drew in the young man’s gaze, reading him and the younger male’s eagerness. Samael’s face remained cold and stern as he patted his long awaited subject. “Very good boy, go get me whatever is on tap and a double shot of bourbon.” The elder ordered and firmly handed Kane some cash. Kane firmly gripped the bills and walked to the line for the bartender. He tried to look confident and firm; a slight ping of concern that he might ask for ID since he technically was 19. Luckily the facial hair had developed earlier in life than most and did add a couple of years helping him slip through the front door or so he thought. He didn’t even realize an obvious problem when he handed the cash over to pay for Samael’s order. “You’re a bit short son.” Kane looked and realized he had only been given $3. His face was surprised and instinctively tried to turn to look at Samael but caught himself before he could face defeat. It had to be a test. “Sorry about that.” A hand slipped into his pocket and Kane pulled out a $20 before trying to smoothly hand it off to the bartender. The young man’s chest sunk when he realized that was his bus ticket home and he only got back $5 from that one bill. He nervously put the cash he got from Samael in the tip jar hoping it would be suitable for that embarrassing encounter before he retrieved the beverages. Samael was wetting a cigar with his mouth and Kane got a better look at him in person on his return. The leather daddy’s beard was black reaching down to the bottom of his pecs which were covered by a leather vest unbuttoned; revealing a thick skin but what appeared to be 3 vertical scars down the front. As he approached closer with the drinks he noticed deep red outlines and highlights upon his leather gear, boots and belt holding his jeans that sternly accented his outfit. “Let’s go outside boy.” With that Samael looped his arm around the boy’s shoulder and guided him through the crowd to the outdoor patio. A grin emerged between the elder’s lips as he was anticipating making the boy squirm but had to keep his ambitions in control. He definitely couldn’t let him fully wander far with too many fallen souls to scare him off after finally luring him in. As soon as they were within the door’s range he lit the cigar and Kane shuddered, smelling the aroma; deep, rich, and a burning that was all new to him and intimidating. He especially was thrilled when Samael didn’t care to shield his exhale from the boy and Kane tried everything to avoid coughing but he couldn’t. “You’ll get used to it, it helps to develop those darker tastes we talked about.” Samael put away his lighter and tasted the beer. “Any cash left boy?” A quick response sputtered out. “No Sir.” “Oh really?” Kane felt a firm hand on the back of his neck and he was forced to face those disapproving eyes again. “So how much did it cost?” He didn’t think he would have to be forced to admit how Kane resolved the shortfall. So of course he had to be direct as he felt the pressure on spine. “It was $15 Sir.” “So how is that covered with the $3 I gave you?” Samael puffed on the cigar drawing in the smoke in his mouth. The ember from the small fire reflected wickedly in the pupils of the leather daddy’s eyes; almost scaring Kane to try to escape but all he could do was start to crumble. “I used a $20 I had to cover it.” The chest had started to release tension and relax at the confession but Samael’s brow furrowed and the unfamiliar stench of cigar smoke bombarded Kane’s breathing. “So what happened to my $3 if you blew your $20?” Samael demanded as Kane coughed. “This is what happens when you’re not direct with me boy, you choke on useless words.” Struggling to get his breath back as he felt his lungs swell a bit. “I was-” He stressed but one look at the man before he forced it out. “-ashamed Sir. For not even checking how much you gave me before I ordered your drinks. So I tipped the $3 to the bartender.” Kane had sunk to his knees and found Samael’s boots, well cared for leather with red embossed engraving and a silver emblem but he couldn’t make it out being dizzy. But kneeling before the boots changed his focus and the dominant man caught it. “Boy when I ask you a question you never lie to me and you sure as hell answer it directly. Give me what you have left and I’ll let you kiss and lick my boots.” There was a slight hesitation as Kane instinctively reached to grab the last of his currency. What was he going to do to get home? He couldn’t call his family or friends to pick him up, they would ask too many questions. Why did he have to give his safe passage home to someone he just met tonight in person? That last thought occurred right as Kane reached up holding that $5 bill to the man he was bowing before. “Good boy.” The paper slipped out of his fingers and the sensation of complete vulnerability started to sink deep within Kane. Others were watching, he felt shame overwhelming him in his emotions. But he looked up and seemed to know but not realize that was necessary. “Now you may ask, boy.” On his knees looking up, Kane could sense about a dozen sets of eyes beaming at him besides the bold pair he stared into before him. The pressure converted the anxiety into obedience and he eagerly said. “May I kiss and lick your boots, Sir?” Samael felt a ping of regret wondering if he’d passed the point and if it had interfered with his plans. He was enjoying this, forcing a man with his power to submit to this humiliation and obedience but there was a greater purpose laid out for Kane he had to commit to. “Yes boy.” As Kane crawled forward and licked the toe cap and lining of his boots, Samael tried to focus the drive. He was confident the boy before him was the perfect being to fulfill his needs but he feared he had already planted the dark ideas too forcefully now. “Get up and sit down on the bench boy.” Samael ordered and Kane seemed a bit heart-fallen as he obediently stopped and sat in the directed spot. A couple others gestured disapproval in the short discipline but they went to mind their own business. “I guess I got carried away.” Kane’s mentality seemed to shake as he saw a gentile face looking down at him. He warmed up to his developed personality and immediately went into a polite gentile response. “It’s completely fine, I feel like I might be a bit over-eager.” A smile and chuckle emerged as Samael rubbed the younger man’s head, that smile bearing into a malicious smirk out of site as he realized that Kane’s purity had preserved itself just in time. And the boy’s ambitions revealed his suspicions. Putting on his caring act he pursued his ploy “Kane, there was a question I needed to ask you that I didn’t feel was appropriate online.” The boy raised a brow, intrigued as they had discussed many [banned word] topics and kinky topics but it had all been fantasy and thoughts before, never actually playing or acting it out. Before Kane could inquire Samael asked. “What was your deepest desire when you started checking out the websites and interest in the leather community?” Kane seemed confused, not by what was asked but realizing this is what was driving him earlier when he was on his knees and his craving to submit and lick the boots had full control practically. He recognized and identified it but couldn’t seem to understand it. “Well, I…” Desperation fed by paranoia brought up panic in Kane as he started to think in a submissive manner. “Sir, I feel a purpose to-” “No, no.” Samael calmly interrupted. He softly hugged the boy to his body, feeling Kane’s hair on his chest as he squeezed and rubbed. “You haven’t seemed to answer this question yourself. And you need to fully comprehend what this ambitious purpose will result in if you continue to allow it to motivate you.” Kane felt so assured he was in the hands of pure experience and wisdom; and contributing to his eventual doomed fate it was divine truth. He was searching blindly through his mind, breaking down the sensations and trying to deduce what had led him to this point. “I needed to escape.” “From something dangerous?” “No, from….well actually it feels like I needed to escape to something dangerous.” The leather daddy’s hopes were building into gratitude in his efforts and purpose. Samael implored. “Well that doesn’t sound normal but what was holding you back from pursuing your needs?” The answer presented itself plainly before Kane but he couldn’t believe it. “No, that can’t-” Samael thought to keep the boy on track but he knew he was already in a mental tailspin to realize the truth. He knew it was inevitable at this point. “I grew up never missing Church, never hating another man or woman, being brought up to eventually follow my father’s guidance into the ministry. I’ve never known anything other than the bright spirituality of our Lord and Savior. I’ve never gotten to explore and understand the-” Kane stopped and seemed to struggle to speak the words he couldn’t comprehend. “I can help you explore the...drives and unknown things you wish to discover. But I can’t help you if you can’t identify what’s holding you back.” Samael motivated, waiting to hear what he had patiently waited for nearly in four months. Kane stuttered, almost as if he was about to cry but then an emotion helped him conquer the uncertainty and build determination: doubt. “I have to escape from my own purity.” Samael couldn’t help himself, he chuckled eventually laughing with a boom as he squeezed and held Kane tighter. The boy was concerned initially that he had said something foolish but the laugh brought a chill of wickedness that grew concerning. Before he could contemplate another thought of concern Samael released him from the hug and leaned down. “Boy, I can help you escape from Purity once and for all.” Kane heard those words and instead of relief a burning drive erupted in him that caused a yearning for unrestrained freedom but alerted his spiritual sense of self preservation and control. “But-...what will happen to me-” “More than likely you will slowly start to escape from the bounds of purity as this world was born in Sin and temptations assure no escape. You find a yearning to indulge and enjoy the satisfaction of Sin but your spiritual clarity won’t let you damage your reputation of a pure soul, will it?” Kane felt trapped between himself and a guiding power of undeniable logic that was trying to save him. “But what will happen to my soul?” Samael thought to take a gamble, but he was afraid that he would lose control and devour the young man before him. But there was no other alternative; he needed that final motivation. Samael voided the gap between Kane and him, bringing their lips in a deep and passionate kiss while forcing his essential hunger to subside with great effort. Samael broke the kiss, struggling for air and so was Kane. The young man panted heavily wide eyed at the man who had broken the illusion secretly harming himself. “What will happen to your life? This is your time and place to make the choices that fulfill your purpose.” Kane’s face was in a state of wonder and epiphany before he sternly looked at the man he needed. “Help me.” The foul being revealed it’s malicious smile at the boy as he exploited the surrender. Kane’s expression didn’t even falter as his capulation was determined. “You weren’t going to need that money for the bus anyway. I’m taking you home to corrupt you.” Kane’s hands had been tied, his eyes blindfolded, and ordered to remain quiet and to clear his heads of all thoughts. After the realization of what he needed most from his desires he thought that last order would be quite impossible but a fog seemed to manifest in his thoughts; slowing the transition of his logical thinking or any sense of question. In those rigid moments before he succumbed to this mental state he thought he might have been drugged but it was nonetheless the ability of a fallen angel. Samael didn’t release the mental fog until Kane’s body was fully restrained upon a round stone altar with his own symbol bestowed since before time. The boy’s body was fully exposed to the light of the burning oils and lamps that casted glowing reflections upon statues, metal emblems, and artifacts unfamiliar to humans for millennia that cast swirling shadows around the room. The only natural light that didn’t emit from a malevolent object were sparse lights from the city trying to reach in from the skylights of the warehouse roof. But even the stars would not show through to the lair of sinful bounds pulsing from the pit of the abandoned factory basement. Knowing he had to work quickly before his window would close forever and Kane would be lost to the primal inhibitions of mankind, Samael sliced through the palm of his hand before smearing it on the center of Kane’s back chest. The warm blood started to increase in temperature and start to burn the skin causing the offering to call out. “What have I done?!” Kane bellowed into the altar, unable to move as he felt the searing mark his skin before vanishing into vapor. “You have betrayed your soul, banishing your sense of purity from it and denying its purpose.” Samael replied back, yelling boldly to echo and impact his victim. He could sense the one emotion building up in Kane’s soul that he needed most of all to pull him through and use him as a host. There was a lack of fear, shame, or doubt; guilt was overcoming the boy who willingly fell before wicked intent. “I beg Mercy! I pray for Salvation from our lord and savior! Condemn my wretched soul once you save me from the wicked!” Samael grinned, Kane’s subconscious thoughts were being manipulated against him and generating guilt; the one sentiment that would preserve the purity long enough for him to harvest and manifest the new being. He couldn’t help but enjoy the mental torment Kane was subjecting, in a way to himself. Especially as his blood continued to mystically mark his skin in long forgotten patterns and phrases that were channeling changes to the host body. “You deserve none. God will not follow you here and I will be your savior through darkness and whatever light you may try to face. Your own body betrays your sense of innocence as it reveals what your true desires ache for.” Kane’s body vibrated with blissful sensations and soon his cock achingly grew erect; the full shaft sliding across the altar as pre-cum barely helped; the friction scraped his cock head as it dragged across the rough stone surface. The light scratches burned as the blood triggered a reaction from the altar and amplified masochist desires in Kane. The mere human cried out for release from this distress; sensations he couldn’t fathom corresponding all at once upon him. The wretchedness of what occurred before him caused Samael’s own cock to pulse with veins that turned into a deep unholy black. Samael’s body reacted to the progression of the ritual, slowly revealing the spiritual being within as it’s lust for the event grew immense. The pupils in his eyes had grown dark before emitting red glimmers of immoral radiance. Hairs in his beard had changed to silver and white; the patterns showing grim age and an abominable reflection around the face of what used to be human. The piercings on his body showed ancient dark symbols that pulsed and glowed in random sequence as the muscles near each emblem fed with each surge in demonic energy. Fangs snarled as a long tongue emerged from the mouth of the body as claws grew and stretched in a fierce method from the man’s bare feet and knuckles. There was no longer a grin, or hint of any corrupt joy upon the being as it stared hungrily with a purpose at the human flailing against the metal restraints. The full leather harness complimented the body as it grew and warped. It showed the cursed symbol of Samael and a demonic symbol that ended with sharp, clawed biohazard symbols, glimmering a vicious red amongst the unnatural shadows. A deep voice erupted as the being approached it’s victim. “Your purity is no longer bound to your soul, you have denied your right to approach the gates of paradise.” Samael’s cock completely swelled to a fierce fourteen inches with bulbs and ridges; inspiring intimidating thoughts of sinister repercussions. “You will surrender your purity to the birth of a grim being to be bonded to you; grow with it in strength, presence and corruption as you walk among the earth. You will surrender your body to God’s venom and let it course through your veins till your body turns to ash. Allow the dark one within you to grow upon the life suffering of mankind through the venom as it contaminates you and any body you bond with as one.” Kane gasped in horror with his sentence even as his thoughts profusely echoed in his mind. He felt the restraints vanish without a sound in the shadows as he heard Samael step up on the altar. He turned over, slowly crawling back as terror started to grow. The boy recognized the being nearly twice his size in height as the monstrosity version of the leather daddy. And yet with all emotions and wicked pressures weighing on him he still strangely felt the yearning to submit. “Sir!” Kane pleaded as he climbed forward and fully bowed nude before the demonic master. “I beg of you, I pledge my servitude in whatever time and commitment submitted as I am. To fulfill in any way adoration of you as my master.” Samael paused his approach as he maliciously started laughing at the human and suddenly Kane gasped as his own voice bellowed in his head; different phrases all at once but each one clearly distinct before and after. “I will serve you with full commitment, Sir.” “I want to be owned by you Sir.” “Your will shall be my fate, Sir.” “I do not want to know purity by your will, Sir.” “I want to be corrupted by your will, never questioning my dark desires and ambitions, Sir.” “I want to earn the right to call you my master, Sir.” Kane deeply panted in confused lust as his cock dribbled pre-cum with endless fathom at the self realization of what he had just heard from deep within. He heard from Samael “You have already surrendered yourself to your deepest desires. Your plea is of no necessary matter even to you.” Kane felt a weird mix of defeat yet fulfillment, wanting to feel foolish it took him this long to realize what he wanted but before he could contemplate he saw a muscled clawed foot before him and he looked up, seeing all the dark, toxic, and malicious tattoo’s, markings, and scars etched on the scuffed muscles before his eyes met the captivating glare of his master. “Now submit to your desires and receive what I shall bestow upon you.” The faulted man gazed over the glowing biohazard markings constrained within a pentagram, and the symbol he strangely trusted was the one bonded to the mythical being before him. With barely any struggle, Kane turned around on all fours and presented his body before the dark being. “Please Sir, I gladly accept and honor what you are about to grant me.” Kane heard a roar of hunger before he felt the force of Master Samael pinning him and prostrating him with the unholy toxic cock. The nerves overloaded with severe pain and emotional despair that his brain started to pass out but his master halted that human function first. The shaft was still intruding the bowls of Kane, causing the human to scream out in excruciating pain as he felt his virgin hole torn and shredded. As his conscious mind attempted to make peace with his fate he gagged as he felt an invading tongue and gnawing kiss. Master Samael was invading Kane’s other hole and choking him with his profane tongue. The human who had discarded himself from his initial species initially thought it was to extend the torture but as he retched he felt an intimate factor. Kane’s eyesight was getting fuzzy with what was happening to him but he thought he saw his new demonic master express a sense of devotion in his work upon Kane; however he didn’t realize it was in more ways than one. Samael’s abilities concentrated as he invaded deeply into the human being; tuning in to match the spiritual connections of Kane and starting to viciously attack it. He had to break through to the soul so he could use Kane’s purity and innocence as long as they could both trap it. Samael was incredibly surprised; he truly had found the perfect human to fulfill his purpose. His feat would have been nearly impossible if Kane hadn’t been able to accept his actions and ambitions as his own and fulfill them without regret. His purity would have easily escaped as fear would have denounced his ambitions. And he had already corrupted too many mindless poz pigs over the decades. Despite Kane’s surrender to his demonic master his soul was still resilient and unable to deconstruct with any human will on itself. Samael’s attempts were proven fruitful though as eventually the human’s soul fell apart and imploded; it’s spiritual entities of morals, purpose, ambitions scattering and revealing it’s core purity. This was quickly and wholly engulfed by Samael with malicious and savory success. And for once the demon felt the pieces that had once been Kane and felt a slight emotion of regret. With their bodies, Samael started to glow violently as he stressed difficulty containing and holding the essence that was toxic in a way to all malevolent beings. Like radiation it was severely damaging the demonic master but with the talismans on his leather harness he overcame the core entrapment that had once claimed Kane. “Soon my slave, you will boast how this part of you that restrained you with such irrelevant purpose in life was corrupted and enabled you to spread blissful toxic lust.” The demon growled as he exploited the entity inside him into a fowl spiritual being. Unfortunately with Kane’s soul shattered, his body simply reacted to the physical sensations that he could feel: intense pain, the pressure from Samael’s body, tongue and shaft. His eyes listless and void, Kane would never be close to human again once Samael’s curse was completed. “Finally, I can enjoy this act of unholy initiation…” Samael was relieved as he withdrew his tongue from the front orifice of the body he was raping, allowing it to breathe properly. The demonic shaft, however, swelled and pulsed as not only would it be a charged toxic demon load, but one that would infuse another spiritual entity. As the demon plunged it’s profane dick into the human body it snarled. “You were so easy in the end to surrender to me. If it wasn’t for your purpose I would have corrupted your body long ago and kept you as a submissive slave even in human form.” Heavy amounts of blood and feral yellow bodily fluids squirted and dribbled out of Kane’s ass as Samael’s member plunged in. “I barely could contain myself waiting this long. But I had to entrap you in the purest form possible. And now that I know what you’re capable of, I can hardly regret forcing you through this.” The body’s anal region was pulverized as the shaft continued to forcibly invade. The demon seed was already dripping and corrupting it on a biological level: the HIV virus rapidly corrupting the cells with a toxic strain synthesized after years of mutations and transfers. The altar was vibrating with an ominous tone as it responded to the blood mixing between innocent and malice. Samael shuddered in bliss, barely keeping himself up. “You will pass this on with dark intent to innocent humans like you once were” Samael grunted as he could feel his member plunge deep into the muscles and tissues. He could only imagine how much blood he had infected mutilating Kane’s body like this. However he sneered; feeling a dark and twisted sensation as he got suddenly stimulated and his shaft started to rapidly swell. “Not only will you be pozzing humans like I would have inevitably done to you, but you shall be given more. You will help me in rescuing humans from their purity that they have used to enslave themselves. Behold the gift that I force upon your existence!” The skin tissue on Samael’s shaft started to harden as it expanded, forcing the brutally raped hole to stretch even further. Crystallized shards of demon cum started to emit from the slit and encased themselves in the blood drenched bowels to slowly transform the body into a malevolent being of darkness. The deep pants and groans coming from the dark beast grew rapid and quicker until a deep breath was forced and a shrieking roar bellowed from the jaws as an abominable orgasm ripped through him. Jets of demonic cum varying from potent yellow to toxic black rocketed from the slit and flooded the former human body it had mated with. The blood rapidly fused and started to change with a dark shadow genetic structure; the new demonic DNA spreading and corrupting other parts of the body in what would be a painful and masochistic thrilled sensation. The grim eyes of Kane slowly began to gain a sense of life as his spiritual entity was formed with a modified evolution. The former human feeling a sense of confusion, intense pain, and overwhelming sensations tying dark bliss and sadistic intent clawed at the surface of the altar as he called out in his state of wretchedness. He felt a slimy tongue wrap around him and invade his mouth. Kane suckled the tongue with intrigue, finding it almost calming to the overwhelming impacts that were erupting through his body. It was the only kindness he received as it guided him into a kiss with the mate that had remade him. The act passionately invigorated lust as it continued to plunge it’s rear member into him, forcing the seed it spawned deeper. It reassured the new formed demon of its place was well intended and in a way safe within the will of the monstrosity that had made him. With that it’s master allowed the sensations to overwhelm what was human to allow the new being to pass out in peace.

I remember my dad used to shower with me when I was real young. He showed me what his dick looked like hard, brown, thick cut meaty and I remember watching him soap it up and down until he came. He never touched my dick but he definitely soaped up my body and made my little boy dick hard. I always thought maybe he knew I was going to be gay even then and was testing the waters while my memory was still kind of solidifying since those times are fuzzy in my mind, but I definitely know it happened and I wish he would have taught me more. I always imagines having a kid would be a great bonding experience myself

When I look at porn or the internet and apps and tumblr I notice a polarization towards two stereotypes that get too much focus: one is the self-appointed arrogant ALPHA top who uses language that degrades (often erotically) bottoms into 'just-a-hole', a cliche many bottoms embrace. The other is of course the BOTTOM ONLY type of guy with his insatiable hole. But there are many levels in between: there are very aggressive POWER-BOTTOMS who take charge and may ride the cock to the point that some 'alphas' get intimidated... then there are versatile guys who may favor being the bottom but get so excited by a certain TYPE of dude (typically inked and pierced) that they suddenly turn the tables on him. I do that some times. A lot of the role play in gay sex comes from hyped-up, steroided-out, male-chauvinist attitudes. "The bitch better lay back and let me get his rocks off!" A reach-around to those kind of sexist missionary old-timers is not even part of the program. Arrogance and looking down on the 'lesser sex' is part of either their genetic make-up or their defective upbringing! Some bottoms accordingly just lay there and get off on being degraded, laying there like a sack of beans, listless and un-involved like cum receptacles. Don't get me wrong; I LOVE guys you boldly profess: "I'M a CUM-DUMPSTER!" But he better have some finesse and don't just lay there all limp-dicked and methed out getting fucked like a corpse. Or the kind of bottom so insatiable that while taking dick he is already on his I-phone already looking on grindr for the next dick. Well actually, that has turned me on before... The lamest attitude towards VERSATILE guys I ever observed was a tragic guy on GAY.com (when we all still used it) He was looking for TOTAL TOPS ONLY, apparently seeing himself as some kind of a 'lady', a 'true bottom' and thus some kind of a superior sexual purist! Any guy admitting to be 'versatile' was dismissed as THRASH by him. Apparently (from what I gathered) he believed that having bareback sex with TOTAL TOPS made him the CLEANER, more respectable version of 'the gay'. What a cartoon character that queen was! There may be SOME MERIT to the logic of risk reduction. Not that any of us care, lol! And some ASSUME total tops are MORE MASCULINE because they act more like STRAIGHT MEN!? But the sexist hypocrisy of all his thinking was mind-boggling archaic and judgmental. Personally, after having overcome all the hurdles of fear and loathing I have embraced the life-style of TOTAL PROMISCUITY! Keeping myself open to play as many characters as possible: catcher, pitcher, voyeur, fluffer or whatever! Yes, total tops are hot as long as they do bareback! But the biggest thrill TO ME comes from guys who are not afraid, hesitant or reluctant to take it up the ass and then after getting loaded with DNA proceed to bang the first properly-positioned cum-dumpster in the sling. In my mind I have taken the whole thing even further. I LOVE porn where the big-dicked top has a GAPING fuck-hole, proving he takes cock. Even better when the top's hole is wet and jizzed. I told one of my versatile champ-buddies that NEXT TIME he gets loaded by 8 or so strangers, to cum over here, let me use the anon cum in his slobbering hole as lube to fuck me with! Now that is a thrill-ride, embracing TOTAL PROMISCUITY!