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Part 1: Will meets Dominic I’ve been one of the lead pastors at East Nondenominational Church for two years. I graduated from the seminary at 26, but I found it difficult to find a job at first. I was seen as too young by many. I finally found a church interested, one a few states away, and was possibly too eager when we scheduled a Skype call. “We’re very impressed, Will” Pastor Kline, the head pastor told me. He was in his fifties, short white hair. He reminded me of my father who was a pastor himself. “All your references speak highly of your orator skills. I believe you’d be a great addition to our church.” “Really? That’s great. Thank you.” Pastor Kline’s smile faded somewhat. “There is one thing that myself and Pastor Matthews are concerned about, however.” “What’s that?” “We all know that you’re young. And I’ve already assured you that this isn’t a problem. Our concern is that you aren’t married. Now, we know that not everyone gets married, but, seeing as you are a young man, and, may I say, good looking, it is sometimes awkward for members.” “Why?” “Young women in the congregation often seek out single pastors or they feel as if they’re prey to them. We just like to make this issue known beforehand.” “I understand, Pastor Kline,” I told him, feeling a bit awkward hearing him say that I was good looking. I was fit, spending a few hours at the gym each week, making sure I was healthy but not overly muscular. My brown hair and green eyes were often complimented by those I dated, but I never thought much about my appearance. “I’ve dated before,” I told him. “I had a long-term girlfriend in college. It just didn’t work out.” “I understand. We just want to keep everyone safe. We’d hate to lead anyone into sin.” “I agree,” I told him. “I’d never do anything to cause anyone to stumble.” Pastor Kline turned out to be correct. It didn’t take long before I spent every Sunday morning surrounded by women, dropping hints that they were single and interested in going on a date. Whether it was the clear desperation or not, I didn’t find myself interested. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Sure, I wanted to find someone and get married, have kids, but there was something in the back of my mind that kept me from pursuing this life fully. What it was, I didn’t know. Not yet, at least. A Sunday morning came when I stood out in the lobby greeting our members as they came in. I flashed my smile, shaking hands, avoiding the stares from the women who wanted me to propose. As I shook hands, I noticed a man enter the front doors that I had never seen before. He was a large guy, bald, around forty if I had to guess. He was wearing a short sleeve black shirt which showed off large muscles and hairy forearms, tattoos around his biceps. His black jeans were tight, showing strong legs. It wasn’t like we had never had anyone like him here before, but there was something in the way this man carried himself, something in his essence, that captivated me, causing me to take notice. Without realizing, I found myself drawn to him, seeking him out so that I could shake his hand. “Hello,” I said. “I’m Pastor Ryder. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” “First time,” he said, his voice low, a bit of a rasp. He took my hand and shook it. He had a firm grip. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.” “I’m glad that you did,” I said. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking from my face and moving down my suited body to my shoes. The corner of his mouth turned into a grin. “Same here,” he said. “I’m not much of a God person.” “That’s alright,” I told him. “God finds us wherever we are.” “Does he?” I could tell that the man was playing a game, taunting me. I wasn’t easily aggravated, so I knew I could take whatever he gave out. “I don’t think I caught your name,” I said. “Dominic Moore,” he said. “Well, Mr. Moore, we’re glad to have you here. The service is about to start. Pastor Kline is preaching today. I think you’ll love to hear his message. If you have any questions for me, let me know. I’ll be here after the service.” “Is that a promise?” he asked. He passed me and entered the sanctuary, glancing back once and catching my eye. I stood frozen until I lost sight of him. I shook off whatever caused this momentary confusion and darted to my office. I had to sit down for a second, alone. I caught my breath, unable to understand why I was feeling so flustered. I had never felt like this before. I felt as if I had just worked out. My heart was pounding quickly, sweat collecting around my hairline. I checked my armpits and found that I had started to sweat through my dress shirt. While no one would notice, I felt uncomfortable. I had a change of shirt in one of my drawers just in case. I took it out and started to change. As I tucked in the new shirt, my hand grazing my crotch and I nearly collapsed from the sensation. It had been several days since I last jerked off, making me sensitive, but I’d never felt like this before. I tried to push down the need to touch myself, but found it difficult. I closed my eyes and started to breathe deep, calming myself. In my mind, the image of Dominic Moore standing in front of me was clear as day. I could see his chiseled face, his strong, tatted, hairy arms. I could feel his hand in mine. My eyes opened and I found my hand firmly grasping my cock. Shocked and a bit disgusted, I quickly finished dressing myself and returned to the lobby. I was going to pretend that nothing had happened, because nothing had. Everything was fine. Wasn’t it? Dominic was on top of me. His strong body, muscles rippling under sweaty skin, weighed down on me. His chest was covered in hair, his musk collected within the follicles. I could smell him, my head dizzy from the natural smell of man. His eyes were focused on mine. “How does that feel?” “Incredible,” I said. I glanced down and saw my legs wrapped around his waist, my cock and balls rubbing against his abs as he buried his enormous, veiny cock into my butt. I felt myself tearing open, as if every part of myself was opening up to him, allowing him inside me in every way possible. I felt full. I felt as if I couldn’t imagine existing in any other way. His rhythm increased as he started grunting, sweat covering our bodies. His cock brushed against my prostate, sending my cock into overdrive. I wasn’t even touching myself and I could still feel a powerful orgasm surging forward. “Ready, baby?” “Do it. Cum in me. Take me, Dom.” “Here it comes.” My eyes shot open as I started cumming. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My chest was heaving, my heart racing. I fumbled in the dark and turned on the lamp next to my bed. The light hurt my eyes at first until they grew accustomed. Searching the room, I found I was alone. Why was that a surprise? Of course I was alone. Why would someone be there with me? Who would be there with me? I checked the time. 4 a.m. I sat up, finding my sheets sticking to my body. I was sweating profusely. I threw off my covers and looked down, my boxers tented and soaked through. The smell of cum hit me, my head spinning from the sweet smell and the pungent odor of my sweating body. I was getting high off myself, something I had never done before. What was happening? I lifted the waistband and found globs of cum intermixed in my pubes, soaking into the boxer fabric. It had been a while since I had had a wet dream. I tried to climb out of bed to change, but I felt too weak. Collapsing back into bed, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had been dreaming about. “Here it comes.” Dominic Moore. I’d dreamt about Dominic Moore. I could see his face. I could feel the weight of his body on mine. I could smell his sweat. I could feel his hairy chest pressed against mine. I could feel his huge cock pumping into— I stopped, looking down at my hand. Without realizing, I’d scooped up some of my cum and brought it to my mouth, a few stray pubic hairs mixed in. I stared down at the mess, the smell of the fresh cum filling my nose. I’d never tasted my cum before. I’d never wanted to. It seemed gross to eat something that came out of your body. Still, something about the smell was intoxicating, sweet and inviting. My mouth slowly opened as I inserted my hand, running my tongue along my cum-soaked fingers. It was a taste unlike anything I had ever had. It was salty but also sweet. The warmth was inviting, as if I was returning it to where it belonged. I swallowed and savored the feeling, licking my lips. Then I realized what I’d done. My hand was shaking, the cum residue sticking to my skin. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, washing my hand and stripping off my boxers. I cleaned myself up as well as I could, but I couldn’t erase the image of Dominic Moore on top of me, inside of me. I couldn’t escape the feeling I had felt, wanting him there, wanting him to take me. I wasn’t gay. I’d never thought of another man like this. Why was I now? What was going on? After my dream about Dominic, I couldn’t get back to sleep. All I could do was see his face. I wandered into my office the next day in a daze. I sat at my computer trying to plan out my next sermon, but instead of God, all I could think about was Dominic. I tried to push past the dream, but my recurring erection kept me returning to the moment when I could see in Dominic’s eyes a sinister lusting unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I was mesmerized. “Will,” Pastor Kline said, knocking on my door. “Is everything alright?” “Yeah, fine,” I said, trying to supply a convincing smile. “Are you sure? I said hello when you walked by my office and you looked like you were in a trance or something.” “Nothing like that,” I told him. “I didn’t sleep well last night.” “You’re too young to be having sleeping problems.” “Nothing like that. It’s just… can I talk to you Mark?” “Sure,” he said, closing the door and sitting down. “What’s up?” “I’ve been feeling… guilty, I guess.” “About what?” “Well, um.” There’s no way I can tell Pastor Kline about my dream. What would he think? How would I even begin to explain? “I’m feeling guilty over a dream I had last night.” “A dream?” he said, staring at me until his eyes grew wide. “Oh, I see. A dream.” “I’ve felt guilty all day. I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have.” “Did you?” “Well, I guess not. Not really. I just had a dream.” “Listen, Will, you’re a young guy. That kind of thing happens to young guys. It still happens to me on occasion. Dreams are outside of our control. I’m guessing you…” I nodded. “Think of it as a freebee,” he said. “You didn’t do it to yourself. Sometimes, our bodies need to release and create a scenario in which it’s possible. You didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me.” “Alright. If you’re sure.” “I’m positive.” He stood up and started toward the door, stopping just out in the hall. “By the way, there was a new visitor on Sunday who sent me an email, saying he wanted to stop by sometime this week and meet with you. He said you greeted him at the door and found you personable. He says he’d like to talk with you.” “Did you get a name?” “Dominic Moore, I believe,” Pastor Kline said. “Dominic Moore,” I said, my voice catching. “He wants to meet with me?” Pastor Kline nodded. “He said he enjoyed talking with you. I’ll forward you the email so you can respond.” “Are you sure you wouldn’t want to meet with him instead?” I asked, trying to restrain the worry in my voice. At the same time, I scooted closer to my desk, hiding the boner which was starting to form. “You are the head pastor after all.” “Will, you need to have confidence in yourself. This is a part of our job. When God sends us someone asking for our help, we need to welcome him in. Don’t you agree?” “Of course,” I said, faking a smile. “I’ll email him before I leave.” “I’ll send you his email.” Once Pastor Kline was gone, I slumped down in my chair, reeling as my hard cock smashed against the underside of my desk. How am I supposed to meet with Dominic when I can’t get through a conversation without getting a hard-on? Nothing made sense. I wasn’t gay, and yet here I was unable to think about anyone other than this man who’d I’d met once. I met guys at the gym all the time and never had issues like this before. Why now? And why did Dominic want to talk with me? There was no way I made that good of an impression. My computer alerted me to a new email. I opened it and found the forwarded email from Dominic. Everything Pastor Kline had told me was true. Dominic wanted to meet with me. I started a new email accepting the meeting, telling him to come to my office whenever it suited him best. Before I hit send, I looked at his email name and found “Hazard4U” on the screen. I guess we’ll see, I thought. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ I've got a lot of the story written, though it's not done yet. Not sure where it will end, but there is plenty more to come.

Part 3 He was right. I was hard and staring at Dennis' naked body wasn't making it go down. It took me less than a minute to shed my clothes and before I could sit back down, Dennis' mouth engulfed my cock. It was a more vigorous blowjob than he usually gave me. I would have thought that as baked as he was and having just gotten fucked, he'd be more laid back. He bobbed, sucked, and licked my dick for a few minutes before pulling off and looking up at me. He smiled briefly before turning to face the couch. With his chest on the cushions, his hairy ass called to me just like dozens of times before, but this time the call was really strong. I always liked to taste the cum inside a slut's hole and this time was no different. He was clenching his ass tight, trying to keep at least two loads inside. The moment my tongue hit his ring, he relaxed and a blob of cum leaked out. My taste buds were in overdrive, savoring the cream that was coating my tongue. A tongue that was soon poking inside his hole and getting covered in spooge. There was no need to lube up his pussy and my brain knew that, but I stood there a little longer just for the sheer pleasure of tasting the cum and his ass. My little head took over and soon was feeling the cum coat him when I slid my achingly hard cock into the slick chute barely a minute later. I slowly plowed in and out, trying to not force any of the pearly cum out. Dennis was always a verbal bottom, encouraging his tops to enjoy his pussy, fuck deeper, harder or faster. On rare occasions he would become a power bottom, but that was usually when he hadn't been fucked in a while. This time, the his comments emphasized the poz ass I was fucking. When I started to fuck him harder, he asked "Like that toxic swill your dick is plowing into?" and then he said "Rico just converted... his jizz is really potent" and then "Tony's is pretty hot too... only took a couple fucks to tag Rico." I laughed, mostly ignoring what Dennis was saying, since I enjoyed drilling the cum filled chute. "You want my neg seed in that slutty ass?" I asked, feeling him work his ass muscles around my cock as I got closer to orgasm. "Yeah, but for how much longer?" Dennis asked, followed by an evil laugh and a hard squeeze around my cock. That was all my body needed and I immediately began to shoot strong volleys of cum into the sloppy hole. I hadn't fucked in a few days and with work being crazy there wasn't time to even jack off. It made me shoot even harder than normal. "Damn... You needed to unload. Have you fucked anyone since you walked out on Tom?" Dennis asked after the last spurt fired out. "Just the night manager at the hotel. Bred him in the office while the desk clerk watched. Would have done the desk clerk too if some other guest hadn't rung the bell" I said as my breathing slowed. Dennis grabbed a glass butt plug off the table and forced it into his ass. My body felt better than normal after a good fuck but I still wanted to know about the solutions he had mentioned before we had sex. "So... what are your ideas?" I asked. Dennis got comfortable again on the other end of the couch and he reloaded the pipe. He took a long hit and passed it over. I took one too and by then he was exhaling the smoke. "Tom won't be able to forget about his thoughts of wanting to get pozzed. The thoughts are like the virus itself. They dig in deep and won't let go. Trust me, I've been there. I'm not the only one. Ask Patrick or Sean or Donny. Even Eli. They all went through it and fought it off until the virus was inside them too" he said. I nodded, slowly understanding what Tom had said. "You said you didn't like ultimatums or simple choices, but let me give you a suggestion. Get pozzed and be the one to give it to Tom. It will bond you closer than you could ever imagine" Dennis said. "You said a couple ideas. What else?" I asked, shocked that he'd even suggest something that insane. "Set up a conversion party. Get some viral tops to breed him all night. It might take a few tries to get the bug to take, but it's a fun time for all" he said. "Oh... and probably the worst idea is to find one of those [banned word] that will pay to poz up a guy. You take a chance that Tom will get attached to the guy that gave him what he wanted and you two break up anyway" Dennis added. "You don't think it's just a passing phase until he finds some other fantasy to hook on to?" I asked. Dennis shook his head 'no' and then said "As I said, I've been there. No matter what you try, it keeps coming back. Usually stronger and once you make it through all those other fantasies, guess what's still there?" What about PrEP? He can take as many of those viral loads as he wants and not worry about getting infected" I asked. "That will hold him for a little while, but as he gets used to getting bred full of toxic loads, the thoughts are going to come back. He'll either stop taking the meds or 'forget' to take them and end up with some random guy charging him up. I still think the first idea is by far the best. Patrick, Sean and I did the second one. It took us two parties to get charged up. It could have been we just needed that booster shot or the guys were more effective the second time. But... neither of us know who did it and I'd like a connection with that someone" Dennis said. A moment later, Dennis said "Donny went the prep route and it only delayed his pozzing by a year." Through my pot fogged mind what he was saying made a lot of sense. I had never worried too much about catching anything from guys I hooked up with. Six years with Tom as my only sex partner pushed that worry way, way back in my mind. I would never suck a dripping dick or fuck a hole with warts or sores, but otherwise the pleasure of fucking a guy was my priority. I'd caught a few of the regular STDs before I met Tom, but hadn't gotten any since we opened our relationship up. "You seem to really get off when I fuck you with poz loads in you. Why?" I asked. "Every time you've fucked me since you two opened your marriage I've had at least one unmedicated load in me. That's over a dozen times. You know that tops can get pozzed too, right? I was kind of hoping it would happen and you would give Tom the bug and end his chase" Dennis said. The marriage comment grated at me, but I knew that most of our friends considered us de facto married. Apparently gay guys that live together for more than a year are common law married, compared to seven years for straights. "What? How long have you known that's what he wanted?" I asked.

Part 1 It was the end my senior year in high school, I turned 18 just two weeks ago, and I was preparing to graduate. The most exciting chapter of my life was about to begin - freedom, new horizons, adventures, a life of my own. There was however, one slight issue. I am gay, I am catholic, and I have to hide my identity from everyone until I can move away. Living in a community of under 100,000 people, everyone kind of knew each other. It was still a big enough place that strangers were found every day, but today, a stranger found me. I was at the local coffee shop enjoying a frozen coffee. I was quietly sitting in the corner browsing the web on how to meet gay people. Good ol’ fashion G popped up on the App Store. I paused, thinking about what would happen if I started down this path. My parents would abandon me if they ever found out. I would be cast out, and left to my own demise. I shrugged, this is my life, and I want to meet other gays. I downloaded the app, signed up, attached a profile photo, and waited for it to be approved. I started browsing and behold, a man just 87 feet away. He had no profile photo, but he described himself as an ex-military Air Force man, bb, well hung, cut, NSA, and positive. I had no idea what any of these terms really meant. But I started to peer around the coffee shop and a man with dark hair, short cut, blue eyes and muscular build locked eyes with me. I looked away, returning to my coffee. A very loud sound came from my phone, and several men in the shop turned their heads to look at me. My face turned red hot, I could feel it. This time, the gentlemen winked at me. Holy shit. That’s him? This man was so hot, and I couldn’t help the boner forming. He also noticed this, as I saw him staring under the table at my bulge that was erupting from my jeans. I wasn’t sure what to do, everyone in the shop resumed what they were doing, except for him. He just sat there, watching me, as if I were some sort of prey or prize getting admired. I decided I needed to leave. I wasn’t ready for any of this. I moved to leave, and the man stood up abruptly, as I moved to the door he began to step closer to my path, and he introduced himself to me before I could reach the door. “Hey, I’m Darren. I was wondering if you’d be interested in hanging out.” I moved on, ignoring him and continued through the door. I rushed to my car at a quick pace, and he followed. I looked back, his hungry eyes staring me down as he strolled towards me. His huge muscular body continued pursuing me. I got to my Camry, and he arrived behind me as I fumbled for the keys to unlock my vehicle. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you off. Let me make it up to you.” I hesitated. This was my chance. This man was hot. His v-neck revealed a chest of thick dark hair, and his shirt was so tight it looked as if his arms would rip the seems. I looked at him, unsure of what to say. I stuttered, trying to ask him how he would make it up. “Can I hop in the car with you?” I nodded. What was I thinking. This is stupid. He got in the vehicle and I sat in the driver seat. Darren Instructed me to pull around behind the building, and I did. I parked the vehicle and he leaned over and got up in my face. He smelled like a Versace cologne, and it was intoxicating. He stroked my hair and leaned in closer, pressing his lips to mine. He began moving his tongue through his lips and through mine. Damn. He tasted like a hazelnut cappuccino. Delicious. Darren leaned back into his seat, unzipping his pants. He pulled down his pants to his knees and pulled his under down far enough for his thick 8.5 inch cock to flop out. Astonished, I sat there with my mouth open. My 6 inch dick was nothing compared to him. He had a gorgeous bush, and I could smell the sweat of his balls in the car. It was irresistible. He gestured for me to suck it, and I tried to explain I’d never done that, but he took my head and forced it down into his lap. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and he aimed his cock, and slammed it to the back of my throat. The salty flavor, funky aroma, and taste of precum got me so hard, it felt like my dick was breaking under my jeans. Darren pulled my head off his cock after a few minutes of me sucking and polishing it. “Get in the back seat, bitch.” I did as I was ordered. “Pants and underwear off. Lay on your back. Spread your legs.” I tried to tell him again that I’ve never done this before, and he reassured me that he wouldn’t make me do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. I felt better, so I stripped down my bottom half. He peeled off his pants and underwear and took his shirt off too, then removed my shirt. He ran his tongue over my nipples, up and down my neck. He nibbled at my ears, smelled my pits, and leaned back. “Look at this virgin hole. It’s so pretty… but it won’t be when I’m done with you.” I began to worry, and he must have sensed this. He grabbed me by the hips, lifted my ass up, and licked my hole vigorously, he cleaned my entire crack out, and probed my glistening hole with his tongue. “I love the way you taste, bitch. You’re my bitch now, right?” This felt so good I couldn’t stop him. “Yes! Yes! I’m your bitch!” He burrowed in further with his tongue, and my whole world lit up like a Christmas tree. I was in heaven. But then he stopped. He moved in closer, and dropped my hips. That’s when he started rubbing his huge dick across my hole. He would put pressure on it, and watch my face as he tortured me with pleasure. “Do you have a condom?” Darren asked nicely, “I am poz, so if you don’t want to fuck it’s cool.” I wasn’t sure what that meant. He explained to me that it’s a virus, and that it can be spread through sex. He told me this as he pushed his cock against my hole, harder, enough to start opening me up slightly. I could not control myself. I lost my shit as he did one more push, this time I felt my hole open up more, and it hurt a bit, but FUCK I was leaking precum everywhere. Darren reassured me that the virus is just a virus. There are plenty of people who have it and it’s no big deal. He must have completely understood that I wasn’t aware of what it mean to be poz. But he did what he had to. “Ok.” I whispered. And he took a glob of spit and ran it up and down his cock. “You want this cock inside you? You little fag? You want me to fuck this hole?” He kept rubbing my hole and I let out a whimper, and gave in. “Give it to me.” Darren pushed In, opening up my hole even more, he pulled back, but this time, he slammed it all the way in. Hard. I felt the walls of my ass rip open, and the hole be stretched to the max. Darren pumped my ass with his huge cock - I was having troubles handling his huge member, it hurt so bad, but it felt so good too. I never knew sex could feel so… amazingly awful. After a while, It felt way smoother, and way nicer. I relaxed and let him pound my ass, taking his pleasure. Darren’s sweat dripped all over my body and face as he fucked me to the point I had blood running from my hole, onto the cloth of the seat. He grabbed my rock hard cock and began jerking me off. Almost immediately I blew my load, right over my head. It hit the window; I had never done anything like that before. Darren’s thrusting picked up pace. He was fucking me so hard and so fast I felt like I was gonna puke. For another 15 minutes he fucked me in the back of that car like an animal. It smelled like sex, sweat, and blood. An aroma, I will never forget. Darren let out a loud and powerful orgasm, as he burrowed and bottomed out my ass. It hurt so fucking bad, like he couldn’t possibly be deeper. “You’re mine now, bitch. I own you forever. We are family forever. My bug lives in you, and you service my bug for the rest of your life. You’ll be in hell servicing me forever now. You. Are. Mine.” A little bit about Part 2. Now that Darren owns me, will I ever have a normal life again? Men all over G are messaging me, and this older man seems really into me. He invited me over for dinner, so I could meet him and his son.

A regular buddy asked if I was interested in playing with him and two couples. A top/bottom and a top/vers. Turns out the vers guy wasn't bottoming that night. "Technical issue" he said. Whatever. So it was four tops and two bottoms. Fuck! We played for a whole evening (with breaks). Plenty of spit roasting and the tops were really going for it. My buddy saved his loads for me so so I got all of his. Plus the other tops pumped loads in me as well. Ended up with 7 loads and a fucking sore hole. Loved it! Everyone had a good time so one guy mentioned we should be making this a regular thing. I'm all for it 😉

A guy I have been chatting with on Scruff for years (the timings just have never worked out) was available for a 'drive by' blow job during the lunch hour. I had asked him if fucking was an option and he said he didn't have time. He was right on time and after a "hey" we got to making out and then I led him upstairs. I was in sweatpants (no underwear - helps to show off my cock - see profile pic) and a t-shirt, and he was wearing a hoodie, t-shirt and jeans. After only about a minute, I pushed him to his knees. And he promptly pulled down the sweatpants and got to work. He was good at his job and in no time it was thick and rigid... Which made it a bit hard for him to blow me as it's so wide and straight, it often scrapes teeth. He took off his hoodie and his t-shirt came with it. He had pleasantly tanned skin with a bit of patchy chest hair. He plays football (aka soccer) and is in his mid 30s so he has that 'sturdy lad' body of someone who's been playing sports for a long time. I moved him to the bed on his back and had him lay his head off the edge to see if I could get a better face fuck angle to avoid the teeth, but only a marginal improvement. So he went back on his knees and went to town... after a while I was leaking a bit of pre cum and milked it out for him. He loved that and it energised his attention. Eventually we moved to the bed and I took off my shirt and he took off his jeans and underwear. I lay on my back and he got between my legs to continue to work the shaft with his mouth. I could have cum like that, so I pulled him up to make out for a bit before shooting. He took the opportunity to straddle my waist and rub my cock along his crack. He got arched forward and raised his hips up and he let my cock slide forward just enough so it stopped at his hole. He winked his hole and my cock sunk in a millimetre. He wiggled his ass, working just the very tip of my cock against his hole. We stared at each other, locking eyes and the hunger was real. He was slowly working it ever so slowly into his hole, not going farther than 4 or 5 mm. But he broke off and continued to suck me getting it wet with spit. But I was hoping I could get a little more. I pulled him up again and started to make out a bit more. I paused for a moment and sloppily licked my hand and I reached back and coated his hole with my spit. I pushed his hips back and he was able to 'pick up' my dick with his ass (no hands - I've only met one other guy that can do that) and started to work the tip again against his hole again. He stared at me and then he shut his eyes. He pushed his hips down a bit more, going almost a couple centimetres in and I could see how good it felt for him. I could see how much he fucking needed this cock. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I pulled his hips down slightly and his hole opened up a little more. And that was it - I started to properly fuck him. "Yeah, this is what you really needed, isn't it?" He silently nods and continues to ride me, gripping my cock. His cock was rock hard. He rode me hard and enthusiastically and after a few minutes he came just with me fucking him, shooting over my chest. I asked him where he wanted me to cum and he said "there's only one place." I gripped his hips and fucked him, while his hole worked my shaft. A couple minutes later, I came, spasming my seed up his arse. I could feel his ass squeezing and milking me. I pulled out - no mess, miraculously. He hopped in the shower (he was going into the office after) and sent him on his way. It's a been a while since something like that happened.

*Authors note: Part 3 is the end of the beginning, when characters decide to face this journey. But they still don't know how many obstacles there will be to achieve poz status! For now, let them believe it's as simple as gifter off meds and have fun, till it takes. --- Part 3 - a conscious decision -Hunter: Ian's smile suddenly disappeared: "What?" he gasped; "are you really..." "Shut up and push back", I commanded. "Show me you're a true chaser!" He obeyed and in a few seconds I was pounding him hard; in that moment I realized how excited we both were, our usual sweet lovemaking had be replaced by wild, animal lust. His spit and my precum were the only lube we got and he did never complain for it. "I want to make you bleed", I said. "My HIV needs an open door to enter your system!" "Yes sir, knock me up! Make me your own slut!" "Fuck yeah! I'm wrecking your hole good!" The dirtier our talk became, the harder I fucked him! I pulled almost all the way out and remained with just my cockhead inside; then, holding his hips, I pushed all the way in again. "Take it all, slut! Give me your neg status!" "It's all yours, Gifter! cum in me please!" Hearing him calling me like that sent me to overdrive and I spanked him hard. "I'm pozzing you up little bitch! Here it comes! Get all my HIV!" That was not the first occasion I bred him, but this time the orgasm was truly intense; just the idea of giving him my virus excited me to another level, even knowing I was currently shooting blanks. "I'm close, sir", he panted squeezing my dick with his ass walls but I held his balls tight: "not now, you've no permission to cum!" I collapsed on him, completely spent, but remained inside him some more time before my member softened and popped out from his wet and sore hole. I pushed my load deeper in his hole with my fingers, then made him suck them: we both noticed some blood in there and he licked my finger like it was a lollipop. "Savor your neg blood, my chaser. This might be one of the last sterile fluids you ever produce." "Thanks Gifter", he whispered lying down next to me. "This has been the best fuck we ever had!" "Oh, really", I agreed fingering his hole and sucking some blood again. . "It was like popping your cherry for the second time! ...Honestly this one was much better!" "Stay with me during the night", he added; "Tomorrow I have a day off work and we can play the same game!" How could I say No? This was a new beginning for us! I perfectly remembered our first date: we met in person after months of chats and calls; he talked the entire evening of how many people were refusing him for his blindness and I felt dirty myself when I guided his hand on my hardening dick for the first time, not to count how I felt when I brought up the HIV matter. We both enjoyed our gentle love making but I spent the following night sleepless, feeling guilty and scared even knowing I could not infect anyone. But the worse thing was I completely fantasized of pozzing him up! So from that moment on, our sex was mainly silent and I always found myself as walking into a minefield when thinking about exploring our inner desires. I stared at him while he was still face down on the bed, apparently lost in thoughts. "Hey, what's up my boy? I didn't want to offend you before", I apologized hugging him. "But poz talk turns me on like crazy." He didn't move, his head flat on the pillow. "I would like you to...", were the only words he said. Here it was, the usual disappointing scene: me introducing a sex related topic, then his silence, and in the end conversation always focusing on somewhere else. No thanks, it couldn't be like that once again! "Come on, tell me! What would you like me to do? Talk during sex?" I asked quietly. "Poz talk? It's not wrong if we both want it, role play harms no one! Don't be afraid, say it all!" "I know it's a mistake", he was trying to hide tears. "And there's no turning back from that path." Drama queen, once again. I understood it was my turn to take the first step, as always! "Admit it, you want me to poz you." "You got it", he finally said softly. "I'm aware it's a permanent condition whatever happens between us, but I want your HIV in me!" Finally he came out! "Your pozzing must be a conscious decision", I told him. "And I have to be sure it's what you really want. I'd never forgive myself if you regret everything when it's too late." "I'm educated, baby. I'm informed enough about PEP, PrEP or whatever but I don't want to stay neg much longer. So, is it true? Are you off meds?" "No, not yet. I have them at home", I replied. "So if you want me to spend the night here, I'll skip tomorrow morning's dose. Not enough to wake our friend HIV up but if you wish we can plan it all starting from today." "Fuck yeah! I am afraid for you, though; stopping your treatments may cause permanent damages to your immune system." "It's a long journey", I reassured him. "And we are not alone. Both my gifter and my poz family would be happy and proud to guide us through the whole process!"

Part 2. Darren never told me about the consequences of being poz. The fuck flu was rough. Drenched in sweat in the night, the body aches, it was awful. He didn’t tell me about the stigma I would receive either. Many of the gays in my area refuse to talk to me because I’m dirty. That is, except for Richard. Richard was an older gentlemen in his 50’s. He found me on G and wanted to meet up. It had been 3 months since my pozzing, and Darren had become a vicious asshole towards me. I ended up blocking my own creator. Richard was kind, respectful, and knowledgeable about sex in general. He understood I was poz and he invited me over to have dinner with his son, who he thought I could have a good relationship with. Richard was a man with salt and pepper hair, had a small belly, but big strong arms and legs. He was an attractive fellow, and his son… Well he never sent any photos of his son to me. At this point my sexual encounters were becoming more and more frequent, but it was certainly entertaining he wanted me over for dinner. It was a Thursday night, a warm evening in mid August. He had a boat parked out front, American flags hanging from the house, and a well manicured yard. He greeted me at the door, wearing a pair of gym shorts and a short sleeve t-shirt. Immediately, I gazed at his package. I could clearly see his bulge and balls. Absolutely massive. Richard invited me into the house, and out through the patio. As I walked by I noticed posters that were shockingly unexpected. Hot sexy men, military men, and various military medals decorated the walls. Interesting. Richard sat me at the patio table, overlooking a beautiful garden and pool. There was a privacy fence running the perimeter. As he sat down, he spread his legs, allowing his cock and balls to be visible to me. He knew it, I knew it, and Richard had a look on his face that said he was going to capitalize off of it. We talked about how I became poz. He stated that he grew up in a time where it was a death sentence, and he wanted me to convert him, since it’s no longer a death sentence these days. I agreed. Man, I’d get to poz a guy over twice my age. My boner was popping up again, and Richard saw it. Richard was a nice guy, truly. But I wanted to add the stipulation he was required to poz 5 other guys - minimum. He agreed. Richard brought out dinner. A buffet of select items to enhance sexual libido and experience. We both ate together talking about our night ahead. I had quickly forgotten his son wasn’t present. I was so turned on by him I didn’t really care. Once dinner was completed he took me to his bedroom and stripped off. His 9 inch cock swinging, as he hobbled over to the bed. I ripped my clothes off, and hopped on the bed. Richard then convinced me that he wanted to give me his last neg load, but that he had some kinks when he topped. He handcuffed me to the bed, wrists to the headboard. He then looked me in the eyes, deeply, he moaned at the sight of my young hole. Then something strange happened. He took a tooth brush, one that had been used with the toothpaste dried on. He slammed it up my ass, ripping and scraping every surface he could. My cries and whelps were useless, as the blood began to coat the brush. The mint of the toothpaste burned. Fuck it burned. Richard pulled the brush out of my ass and proceeded to vigorously brush his own teeth, spreading my virus in his mouth, all over his bleeding gums. “I’m going to give you a superinfection. I lied to you, and I am actually poz. I got my strain from a Russian Immigrate who was pozzed overseas. You will be so fucking toxic, and so fucking sick, you’ll be wasting by December.” Now I was scared. But it was too late. There was nothing I could do. I was bound up, and I took his cock. He shoved it in, my boy pussy and fucked me like none other. I could feel my guts exploding. I let out screams and whimpers and cried and to no avail, he fucked harder. Richard stopped, letting out a growl as he exploded inside me. Relieved, I was happy to be done with this. He was just too big for my young and inexperienced hole, but Richard wanted more. He began pumping my ass again, but this time, his cum provided lube that made the experience much more pleasurable, and he didn’t go as deep. Then the unthinkable thing happened. Richard called his son into the room, and a naked man appeared in the doorway. “Hello, pretty boy.” It was Darren’s voice. My heart started racing. I was really worried about what Darren would do to me now. “I own you. You WILL serve me. You WILL serve the bug. You WILL be super infected. You are mine, get it?” I nodded. Then Darren brought a man into the room, who had a blindfold on, and the man asked aloud “C‘mon, is it time to poz me yet?” Darren looked at me, with a smug look. “Alright, let’s make it up to me right here right now. Poz him, and I’ll forgive you.” Darren unlatched my handcuffs from the bed, and threw the man onto the bed with his father. A look at part 3 Darren really owns me. He REALLY owns me. No matter what I try to do he finds me. However, I’ve been pozzing guys for a while now, and my own cult is beginning to grow.

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Mr. Miller strapped Brian’s hands and legs in the harness, caressing his slave’s skin as he went. Some masters tattooed their slaves. Others even branded him. Both ideas made his cock throb. A biohazard tattoo was surely going to happen, but Mr. Miller didn’t know just how far he wanted to go. He would use Brian beyond merely fucking him; he would have him go out and buy him things, run errands, all the things that wasted his valuable time, so he couldn’t send him out with tattoos all over his face, attracting attention. Still, something permanent, something other than his strain, would get his blood flowing each time he saw it. It would take some planning on his part. Once Brian was restrained, Mr. Miller lined his cock up with his hole, a glob of precum oozing out. “I hope for your sake, you’ve been a bottom slut with an open pussy to any and all men, opening you up, because other than my precum, there will be no lube.” He shoved forward, the head of his cock sliding past Brian’s initial ring and causing his slave to arch his back in pain. The trance kept Brian under Mr. Miller’s control, but it didn’t stop him from feeling pain and reacting to it. It just stopped him from running away from what he secretly wanted. Mr. Miller could have told his slave to let him inside, to relax his muscles, but the resistance caused the nerves of his cock to scream out in pleasure. The young man had said that he wasn’t a virgin, but he clearly wasn’t fucking as much as other college students. Years ago, Mr. Miller had been fucking one of his students every day for half a semester; that was before he was poz or had been able to create videos hypnotizing his prey. The last he heard, that student had moved to California, stared in a few pornos, and then vanished. He had been a good fuck, but his need to be equally pleasured had been such a hassle. Perhaps that is why Mr. Miller had set out to find a way to make fucking all about himself. After years of cycling through men, he learned that he only cared about his own dick. Brian’s hole slowly opened up to Mr. Miller’s thick cock, but the way his legs and arms shook with every inch forced inside, it was clearly painful. Veins started showing along his body from the strain. There were poppers in the cabinet, but Mr. Miller rarely used them on slaves. There were times when he wanted them spun out, but this wasn’t the time. He wanted his slave to feel everything. Being numb was not allowed in sex. Mr. Miller stopped forcing himself in once his cock was halfway inside Brian’s hole. The slave’s body was covered in sweat, glistening under the red light. The trance kept its hold, but a look of pain and pleasure still spread across Brian’s face. Without the television in front of him, the pain would bring to the surface a bit of Brian’s uncontrolled mind. Not enough for him to fight back, but enough to cry out in ecstasy when the time was right. Even with the gag, he would cry. “Have you ever had a dick this big before, slave?” Mr. Miller asked, slowly pulling his dick out. Brian shook his head. “And does my dick live up to what you always imagined?” He nodded. “Do you want my poz cum?” He nodded again, vigorously. “Good,” Mr. Miller said, knowing his slave would get it regardless of his answer. Even under the red light, he could see streaks of blood already covering his dick. Brian’s sensitive skin was making his job all too easy. He’d be a toxic slut in no time. If the plan hadn’t been for Brian to drop out of college, having him on campus for all the young men to fuck and contract Mr. Miller’s strain would have been a great idea. Perhaps, he thought, we can still make that happen. He shoved his dick back into his slave’s hole, moving beyond where he had stopped before. Brian’s body shook, his back trying to lift out of the harness as his legs and arms tried hard to escape their restraint. What remained of Brian was trying to fight back. Clearly, under normal circumstances, Brian would have run for the hills if Mr. Miller had tried fucking him this way without putting him in a trance. There were few men who could take his dick, and even fewer who could do so without lube. Luckily, his bottoms made their own lube one way or another. “Time to bottom out,” Mr. Miller said, shoving the rest of his dick into Brian’s ass. As his balls slapped against his slave’s ass, Brian’s eyes rolled back into his head. There was no scream, even with the ball gag in place. The trance removed his ability to scream unless requested. And while Mr. Miller loved to hear his slaves and any man scream when he fucked them, the room they were in wasn’t soundproofed. The basement, on the other hand, where Brian would be living, was a different story. He could do whatever he wanted to his slave there without anyone hearing a thing. Mr. Miller reached a hand out and wrapped his fingers around Brian’s throat. “I won’t choke you yet,” he told his slave, holding on as he slowly slipped his dick out of the young man’s hole and shoved it back inside. Brian’s body shuddered with each forceful entry, a groan escaping. “You like having that gag in your mouth?” Mr. Miller asked. Unable to speak, his slave nodded. “Would you like your own balls in your mouth?” He nodded again. “Maybe we’ll get them long enough so you can manage to get them in your mouth. Haven’t seen that done before. I know several men who would pay big bucks to see a video of you trying.” The video from his office had already been sent to several men who Mr. Miller knew, all of whom were Masters themselves. Mr. Miller created hypnosis videos for them for the right price, though everything truly special he kept for himself. Already since that afternoon, Mr. Miller had received messages congratulating him on his new slave. Everyone was impressed. Mr. Miller’s thrusts were no longer being met with the same resistance as before. A combination of his precum and Brian’s blood allowed for a persistent rhythm to be created. It had been almost two weeks since Mr. Miller had fucked someone (his neighbor Matt), and several days since he had jerked off. He had been saving up his load so he could fill Brian’s hole with as much toxic cum as possible. Normally, he was a huge shooter, but after days of buildup, he’d be a fucking geyser. It would take some time before he’d know if his slave was pozzed, but there was little doubt in his mind that he wouldn’t manage the task that night. His track record proved this. Many a one-night stand contacted him, telling him that he had pozzed them. A few had been angry, most worshiped at his feet, no trance required. “Your pussy feels so fucking good,” Mr. Miller said, the hand not around Brian’s throat now taking hold of his slave’s balls. “Understand, slave, that you no longer have an asshole. You have a pussy. It’s made to be fucked.” Brian tried to say something, but the gag kept him muffled. “What was that?” Mr. Miller taunted. “Did you try to say, ‘My pussy is made to be fucked by your enormous cock, Master,’?” Brian nodded. “That’s right. Your whole body was made for me,” Mr. Miller said. “Your mind, no one gives a shit about. It’s worthless. Just look at the grade you deserved in my class. Pathetic. Your body, however, is the only thing that matters, and it’s mine.” His hand could feel how hard his slave was trying to catch his breath. His Adam’s Apple kept moving along his palm. Mr. Miller squeezed a bit tighter. “You know, a man’s neck was made to be used as a hold,” he told his slave. “A top needs something thick to hold onto.” He looked down at Brian’s cock which was swelling within the cock cage, bits of flesh sneaking out as his dick cried to be released. “So is a man’s dick when you have them in a sling. You grab on and use it to fuck harder.” He squeezed Brian’s balls again, another wave of pain coursing through his slave’s body. “The balls, on the other hand, are simply fun to torture.” As he continued fucking his slave, Mr. Miller noticed something which made his dick even harder. Each time he bottomed out, there was a slight movement in his slave’s abdomen. His dick was so long and Brian’s body so skinny, that he could see his dick moving inside his slave’s gut. It almost looked as if an alien was trying to get out. Mr. Miller released Brian’s throat and instead focused his attention on his slave’s balls. As before, he gripped around the scrotum and made them tight, the two egg-like balls veiny and visible. “Have you ever wondered why our testicles, the most delicate part of the male anatomy, hangs outside the body?” Brian shook his head. “So I can do this.” Mr. Miller slapped Brian’s balls, watching as his slave jumped in the sling, his pulling causing more pain as his master’s hold remained firm. “You’ll learn to love that feeling. You’ll get off on it. You’ll feel honored when I torture your balls. You’ll want me to stand on them, crushing them like grapes. It’ll get you off.” Brian’s body continued to shake as Mr. Miller fucked him. He could tell that he was about to cum. He dropped Brian’s balls and grabbed hold of his neck again, this time using both hands. His grip was stronger this time, the veins along his slave’s neck jutting out. “I’m going to give you my toxic load, slave,” Mr. Miller said, thrusting harder, trying to make as much damage inside as possible. “You’re going to take my poz cum and make it into a depraved creation, taking over your body.” His grip tightened as his balls rose up, waves of pleasure spreading from his groin and reaching every part of his body. “Fuck. I’m going to cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming! I’m CUMMING!” He burrowed himself deep into his slave’s ass and held still, feeling himself shoot ten shots of cum into Brian’s bloodied ass. His hands released his slave’s neck and grabbed hold of his nipples, twisting them. A shudder rushed over Brian as a tiny bit of cum leaked out of his caged cock, pooling and then running down his side onto the floor. “What a pathetic last neg load,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m going to pull out of your pussy. Don’t let any of my cum escape.” He pulled out his dick and felt his slave’s hole close tight, not a single drop leaking out. He went to the cabinet and removed two items: a butt plug and a toothbrush. “Let’s make sure we fulfill your fantasy,” Mr. Miller said, holding the toothbrush out for Brian to see, knowing there would be no reaction. He shoved the bristled end into his slave’s ass and started scraping inside as hard as he could. Brian’s body shuddered, but he didn’t fight. This toothbrush was lucky, having been used on several men, all of whom converted. If it ain’t broke, Mr. Miller thought. After almost three minutes of constant brushing, Mr. Miller removed the brush and examined the bristles. Even under the red light, he could see blood. “Perfect,” he said, placing the toothbrush on Brian’s stomach and shoving the butt plug inside his pussy. Just as with Mr. Miller’s dick, his slave put up a bit of a resistant fight. “This will keep my gift where it needs to be,” he said. “My cum is the most precious substance to you. It’s more precious than water or food to you. You crave my cum. Understand?” His slave nodded. “What you experienced tonight was loving,” Mr. Miller said. “You’ll see my brutality soon enough, so treasure these moments when you can. However, you’ll learn to love everything I do to you because all you crave is my attention.” He removed the gag from his slave’s mouth and threw it to the floor. “Open,” he said, grabbing Brian’s chin with one hand and the toothbrush in the other. Mr. Miller inserted the bristles into his slave’s mouth and started brushing his teeth. “What you’re tasting is the delicious delicacy of my poz cum and your blood. Enjoy it. You’ll be craving this flavor soon enough.” Mr. Miller undid the restraints and helped his slave out of the sling. Brian was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he managed to stay upright as Mr. Miller went to the cabinet and retrieved a collar. It wasn’t one of the ones which was made of rough material, certified to make a slave bleed, but it was made of leather and was one of Mr. Miller’s favorites. He put it around Brian’s neck and pulled tight, watching as it pressed into the skin. His slave could still breathe, but it would cause him some discomfort. “On all fours,” Mr. Miller commanded. His slave complied, slowly moving down onto his hands and knees, the butt plug sticking out of his pussy. “Follow me,” Mr. Miller said, turning and leaving the room. Brian followed as quickly as he could, crawling on his hands and knees a new experience. He followed his Master down the hall to a door on which more locks were seen. “This is where you will live from now on,” Mr. Miller said, opening the door to reveal wooden stairs leading down to the basement. “Since I’m a kind Master, I’ll allow you to walk down rather than crawl.” Brian stood up and followed Mr. Miller downstairs where there was a room containing more slings, more benches, a mattress covered in stains, a crate, chains on the walls, and several television screens mounted in each corner. The air was cold, causing Brian’s nipples to harden and his cock to shrink. “This is where you sleep,” Mr. Miller said, pointing to the crate. It was big enough to fit a person, but it would be a tight fit. “And to make sure that we keep you under my control,” he went to the televisions and turned them on, the same strobe effect and noise from the living room appearing on each screen. “Even while you’re asleep, the messages within the videos will enter your mind, changing it, poisoning it. There is no escaping my purpose. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” the slave said, his voice raspy. Mr. Miller went to a chest in which he kept several items of apparel. The one he wanted was at the top since he had thrown it there only the day before. It was the jock strap he had worn every day to the gym for the past month. It was stained with sweat, piss, and cum. It reeked, but the odor made his cock hard. “You will wear this,” he said, handing his slave the jock strap. “Anything I give you to wear will contain my scent. You will get high off of my stench. You will crave me more than life itself. Is this what you want, slave?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want.” The slave took the jock strap and put it on, the pouch looking a bit odd with the cock cage inside. “Get inside,” Mr. Miller said, opening the cage door. Brian crawled back onto his hands and knees and entered the cage, his Master locking it behind him. Mr. Miller left the basement, the lights turned off with the television screen still playing the video. Brian curled up on the floor of the cage, his eyes focused on the television screen, his body not only soaking in the subliminal messages from Mr. Miller but also his Master’s toxic cum.

Part 2 Tom looked like shit which was rare for him. "Look, I'm not going to live like this. You have a few options" I said. I had rehearsed this because I really didn't want to leave him. I came up with a few good options and one crazy one, which I told him calmly while he softly sobbed. In hindsight, it was one good option, one bad option, one selfish option and one crazy one. "One, we can walk away and give up on almost seven great years. Two, we can close our relationship back up. Or at least you can, since I like hooking up with other guys and haven't had any issues other than a few mediocre fucks. Three, you can go on PrEP so you can let anyone fuck you and not have to worry about getting infected with HIV. I think we can deal with the other curable ones and they come with having lots of partners. Or four, you can go get yourself pozzed up, go on meds and not have to worry about catching it again, like Dennis" I said. I took one more sip of the crappy Malbec and stood up, adding "Let me know what you decide" before I walked back to my hotel. "You told him what?!?!" Dennis exclaimed when I talked to him the next day. "Well, I could only come up with the one good idea and I don't like to give ultimatums. I don't want to leave him and only allowing me to play on the side is a selfish choice since I'm not going to give it up and he's proven he can't do it well. So... I basically told him to get on PrEP or we were done" I told Dennis. "Uh... you gave him a choice and based on how scared he is of losing you, he might take the easy way out. You told him it was ok, too, since it was one of the options you told him. I do know a couple guys that would pay good money to charge up a hot neg guy like him" Dennis said. The chuckle he made after his comment was a little disconcerting. "Nah, he wouldn't do that. But, you're doin ok, right?" I asked, just in case Tom did something crazy and chose my fourth option. "I'm fine. It's fun collecting as much toxic seed as I can and then have a neg guy stuff his dick in it. Uh... want to meet up Saturday at the Watering Hole?" he asked. "Yeah, sure. Nine ok?" I asked and he replied "Sounds good." A few of Dennis' comments had rattled me and I was thinking about them all night. -- "Got a minute" came the text the next afternoon. He called when I said "ok" and his attitude was very different. Tom was calm and serious. "I've been thinking about our meeting and your options. I think I can rule out number one, since I want to make this work. All of my freakouts have been because I'm scared of losing you. This past week has made it painfully clear that I need you in my life" Tom said. "I want to make it work too, but I'm not interested in the emotional rollercoaster we've been on" I replied. "Can I be honest with you? I mean, brutally honest?" Tom asked. "Of course" I replied. "I'm kind of turned on taking poz loads. The undetectable ones like Patrick and Dennis have don't do it for me any more. The thought of taking unmedicated ones with high viral loads just turns me on so much. I'm just afraid that if I get pozzed, you'll dump me" Tom said. "So you'd rather become a psycho bitch every couple months and make me dump you for that?" I asked. "I don't want to lose you for any reason" Tom told me. "Well, think about this. If you go through with it, it's a life long commitment. You shouldn't do it just for a wild fuck or ten, or just to make a hookup seem hotter. Talk to Patrick and find out what its really like, long term. PrEP is a much more sensible option" I said. Tom's bombshell wasn't nearly as much of a shock after the discussion I'd had with Dennis. Looking back, it kind of made sense, which meant he wasn't just making shit up to get back together or to shock me. A few hours later I was on my way over to Dennis' place. I needed to talk this whole thing out with him but I was also horny as fuck. When I got there, two guys were just leaving. I had seen both of them at the gym over the past few years. The black guy was thick and muscled and the Latino was about fifty pounds lighter with big arms, a classic vee leading down to an eight-pack. Both reeked of pot and giggled as they walked by, winking at me. Dennis was inside the doorway, wearing only a huge grin. The skunky aroma barely covered up the smell of fresh cum. He handed me a pipe and lighter and I took a hit of some really strong weed. The second hit was even longer and was exactly what I needed. The third I shotgunned into Dennis' mouth after letting my lungs soak up as much as they could. We ended up on the couch and I told him what Tom had said. I wasn't sure if he was just letting me talk through it or if he was too stoned to even hear my words. A ding came from his phone and he glanced at it to read the notification. He looked back at me, smiling, and said "I got a couple ideas, but first you're gonna have to give me what's trying to escape your jeans. That bulge is fuckin huge."

Perfect answer! If I asked the question and got that answer, it would definitely make me want to help the bottom out with another load or two! But you're the bigger slut! And I say that with the utmost respect and envy! 😁😍😘 The smell of sex is one of the best aphrodisiacs out there! While I do enjoy generating that smell myself with a bottom during a long session, there is nothing better than a bottom who comes to me reeking of sex and full of loads from other men! 🤔Is there such a thing as too sloppy? 🤔 Not in my experience. But even as a thought experiment, I'd have to say no. If the hole is too full of cum, that's where I can utilize my tongue to make some room. And the looseness of the hole would be offset by the loads coating my dick as I churned them into cum butter. If I wanted to fuck a bottom but he said he didn't have any loads in him, I would still fuck him. If he told me he had X loads in him, I'd definitely fuck him. And if he told me "Not enough," I might have to marry him! 🤣🤣🤣 So, for me, the answer to the original question is No, it doesn't make any difference to me.

*Authors' note 1: first story attempt failed, but a failure is often an opportunity to do better. We have not planned how many chapters it has, but we'll keep on writing till we enjoy it. And of course if it will not offend or harm anyone. *Authors note 2: PozWorld is reversed. "Ordinary" condition is poz, while neg status is not socially accepted at all. ----- Part 1: machines don't keep secrets! -Hunter: "Hey my little Chaser! Don't make me waste another poz load!" An artificial voice was reading a weird message aloud waking me suddenly up, alone in my bed. Where on Earth was my boyfriend? Damn, I absolutely had to get rid of this inexplicable jealousy. His phone was not on the charger so it was clear he carried it with him, that voice could only be a bad dream! Ian could just have gone to catch an earlier bus without disturbing me during sleep, that spoken message was surely coming from my fantasy. Hearing a machine speak may seem strange but when you regularly meet a blind person and become close enough, you don't even notice it any longer. On the other side though I was always concerned for his privacy so I didn't chat about sex with him, in case personal messages could be loudly spoken at inappropriate times. He has known I'm undetectable since we started to date but from that moment, HIV has no longer been a conversation subject. Barebacking was safe for us, no reason to worry about it. We had another trouble instead, our sex life had become monotonous. If I only had guts to face this situation! "We have to talk", and then? Let's open our couple, or let's go separate ways? I was scared at the idea of him thinking I looked for other sex encounters because I rejected his blindness. Nothing of this, I am just a man with his needs! He also expressed a desire to live together sooner or later, but I knew it couldn't last long in this way. We have to talk, this formula had to be spoken aloud, hopefully as soon as possible because cheating almost became an urge for me. I prepared myself a coffee to drink my concerns away, when I heard another beep and the artificial voice spoke again: "You're missing a great opportunity man, don't waste this gift and talk to him asap!" I smiled at myself and at a waist bag hanging from a chair in the kitchen, a silly machine hidden in there was revealing my boy's secret side. "It may be a friend's bag", I told myself and took the courage to call him. Phew! The phone rang and that mysterious bag stayed silent! "It's truly not his stuff or my business", I thought waiting for an answer with the phone on my ear. "Hey, Hunter", Ian's voice finally spoke. "I was thinking of you, and here you are!" "I called because I found your waist bag", I told him. "You left it here in the kitchen! One day you may forget your head too." "Oh, thanks honey, I thought I lost it in the bus! At least it's in a safe place." "Safe hands and ears", I had a malicious grin on my face. "Don't use public transport tonight, after you finish your work day I'll come and pick you up. We have... We have to talk!" He sent me a kiss and hung up, while the annoying robot continued to speak so I grabbed Ian's bag, exploring it inside: a phone was there, together with his wallet and some wipes. Thankfully no pass code had been set on the phone so it opened only by pressing a button, I was too curious to verify how many kinks my boyfriend really had! I turned talking assistant off and it took a couple gestures for me to retrieve his conversation with a certain PozCop, which I read entirely; it was obvious they had been sexting for a long time and I decided to play along. Let's figure out where it goes, a chat won't harm anyone! -- BlindChaser: Hi, I finally talked to him. PozCop: What? Are you serious? BlindChaser: Yeah, in the beginning it was embarrassing but that conversion set us free. BlindChaser: *CONVERSATION, I wanted to say conversation, sorry. Fucking autocomplete! PozCop: LOL! Yeah, I got it. PozCop: You see, I was right! I know him like the back of my pocket, you have nothing to be scared about him. So, did he react as I expect? -- What the fuck! Ian and the stranger were planning something behind my back and that nickname seemed familiar to me! How could the world be so small! "I am getting hard only to imagine myself pozzing my bf", I typed; but before sending, I remembered my role play and answered trying to talk in Ian's shoes. -- BlindChaser: His first reaction was horrified and we had an argue but his body told another story. He was clearly turned on, even if he would never admit it! PozCop: Why does this guy always play a fucking good man role! Trust me, deep inside he's a pig like you. BlindChaser: I agree. He made me suck him, keeping my head in place till he came deep into my throat. PozCop: Oh, poor chaser! Another blank load! I think you need a fully charged one. BlindChaser: Fuck yeah! I can't wait! PozCop: I take this as a written consent. So, let's go for it! See you tomorrow in that place you know. -- Fuck, this was no fantasy: in a few hours my guy was going to get pozzed! I had to find out more details and make him change his mind, whatever it took. With Ian's phone in my hand I accessed PozCop's contact determined to block him forever, when I felt an intense pain coming from my fingers and someone talking but this time it was not a machine! "You wanted me into your body, man!" the voice said. "Let your guy take the same journey, both your lives belong to me!" This voice seemed real but no one was around, for sure. Maybe I started to be paranoid, or it was because I willingly became positive but till now I never considered gifting as an option; I couldn't close my eyes to my boy's desires though, if he seriously wanted HIV I had to be certain I was his gifter. I remained with my thumb moving up and down on the touch screen, conflicted, till I took my final decision: I cleared only my latest messages from the whole chat, turned screen reader back on and placed the phone where I found it, ready to give it back to its owner; let's discover who that PozCop really was! I spent the whole day with my mind suggesting me to give him the bag and return to everyday life, but the mysterious voice soon overcame my rational thinking: "You were born to be a gifter, accept your destiny otherwise you'll lose all my benefits forever!" Oh damn! Who spoke to me and which benefits was they talking about? Last time I went for usual HIV check up, my doctor told me I was part of an experiment by taking meds he prescribed me, but I almost forgot it: treatment suppressed my viral load, I had no side effects, it meant all was correctly working. Or this mysterious voice I hear is caused by meds? Such an opportunity to give up with them, I thought at myself. After his work day was over, Ian was waiting for me outside his office as expected and as I greeted him he kissed me: "thanks my love, you saved me!" He explored my whole body with his hands, and panicked: "my bag, Hunter! Where the fuck is it?" "One is here and it's full", I told him guiding his hand on my semi-hard member. "The other is in my car!" "I'm glad to you, thanks for keeping it safe." "True, but your machines talk much more than a person does. And if you forget them turned on, they're not able to keep secrets."

One of my friends is 81, and with the inevitable slowdown, he's now officially "retired" from fucking. We never fucked Holes together, but I heard any number of times that he was exceptionally well endowed. Occasionally we go out for lunch or supper, and the last time was about a month ago, to a "crab shack" out west of the city. While we were eating, a guy came over to our table, and said - this is totally true, on my hopes of Whatever - "You don't remember me, but I remember you ..." - with a silly grin on his face. The point? No matter how many years go by, talent nd ability in our calling, developed over many years, is remembered and appreciated.

Don’t ever fuck fascists, and don’t ever fuck republicans. Don’t ever fuck anyone who wants you dead.

Just recovered from a bout of COVID, thought I'd go for a morning run - big mistake, lungs were not up for it, but it did leave me frustrated and horny. Wandered back home through a cruising area that's sometimes good in the daytime, but all the shrubs have been cut back recently so no dice. Got home and hit up a bud who said he'd be right over. Got ready and left the door open for him to find me on all fours waiting. He ate me out for a good 10 minutes to get me nice and loose before sliding his hot uncut cock in. Fucked me hard doggy, then flipped me on my back for a bit more sensual fucking while making out. After awhile he flipped me over again, pushed my head down and fucked hard. Just before coming he pulled out, came on my hole and pushed the load back in with his cock. Left me wrecked, put a plug in to keep his load and now I'm looking for my next. He took a few pics and a video of the cumshot for my collection. 🐷

This is my cum filled hole... Soon 3 weeks alone at home and will bend over for literally anyone who needs to unload

My hole in its happy place

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Ryan/faggot Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 0044 07932955311 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Swindon SN5 8** Times you're generally not available: 11pm-7am Age: 29 Height: 5'11 Weight: 68kg

I have always liked older men, and now that I am older, I still do. But this reminds me of the first orgy I went to. I went with a man in his early 30's that I was having a fling with. The organizers had "door prizes" that they gave out. One very fit and tan white haired man won a prize of Crisco for being the oldest, he was 71. I won a 7 inch dildo for being the youngest, 17. He approched me and asked if I liked math, then said, "Let's see how many times 71 goes into 17"! As I remember, it was several times.

Last night orgy. Took 9 dicks and 4 loads. Then went to a hung Filipino regular bud after to let him use my wet post orgy hole. I found it interesting that many guys are into post orgy hole 😆

Part 2: Talking in your sleep -Hunter: Ian sat next to me in the car and before starting it, I gave him his bag; thankfully his phone had stopped talking but I felt uncomfortable; it was time to face reality, in a way or another. 'I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep'. My favourite radio station seemed to read my mind, I loved 80s music and currently playing song was saying those exact words. Weird things were happening to me lately, music interacting with my thoughts and in some circumstances I heard a voice suggesting or reminding me something! Ian said I should go to see a therapist for this, but I have always thought it's only stress and never considered that advice. "These lyrics are appropriate", I joked towards him. "You're an expert in that subject!" "I never talk while sleeping", he remarked. "If someone does that, it's you! Don't make me repeat what you say in bed." Hit and sunk! "You are a pot calling the kettle black!" I exclaimed trying to hide my own embarrassment. "Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself! Just to mention a song; Eric Clapton, to be more specific." My effort to bring conversation back to songs had poorly failed and I could feel his unusual discomfort; music was his favourite subject to talk about, but clearly not in this case. "Hunter, turn music off! We have to talk, isn't it? Come on, don't leave me hanging, you asshole!" "Well my guy, how to say it..." "Tell me with your own words, what's the fucking matter? You found someone else? You're fed up of me? You're... No, Hunter, don't tell me you went off meds!" "Are you kidding? Off meds, who do you think I am?" My boyfriend did no longer talk and I hadn't alternatives except calling things with their own names: "I take care of your privacy and health, but other men from Internet don't give a damn about it. ...And about you." "You are thinking ill of me, there's no one else in my life! You're the only..." "Most clean looking people are the dirtiest inside", I almost laughed. "Don't play your usual drama queen part because I know your secrets thanks to your speaking phone. HIV fetish included! That's the issue, as rude as I said it." Finally I managed to express it, and now that both of us were aware, it was time to see how further things would go. I could see his face turning red and he kept silent till we entered his bedroom with no one of us able to take the first step; we just sat on the bed, with clothes on and his bag next to him. "I hate your silence", he said after a while. "I never understand if you're angry or what." "And I can't take yours any more! Listen, baby", I cleared my throat and touched his knee. "If you trust me as you say, why did you let a fucking machine talk to me in your place? I don't buy the story about your forgotten wallet. You have left that bag and unlocked phone at my house on purpose! Say it!" I caught him red handed, it was obvious but I knew he'd never admit the truth. "Well, given that you deny the evidence, you're getting what you deserve. Show me you're worthy of my virus!" "But you always say you would never do that..." I took my clothes off and guided his hand to my still soft dick. "Tonight you're not allowed to cum, that'll teach you to poz talk with my gifter without letting me join in! Now strip and kneel down, little fucker, get me hard!" He complished, and meanwhile I turned both his phones completely off; he was totally in my control now! I have never been dominant towards this guy but discovering his kinks somehow clicked a switch in me: time was up, our boring sex life had finally come to an end! "Suck me, Ian", I ordered. "Imagine it's my gifter's charged dick you're taking. Show me how hungry for HIV you are!" He assaulted me with his lips, kissing and licking my dick and balls while I took control of his head; "little neg cunt, you long for my HIV don't you?" He sucked till My shaft grew in his mouth, so I teased him again. "Feel the taste, don't waste a drop of viral fluid!" Ian tried to push me out to say something and I just kept his head in place: "my gift must be deserved, don't talk! Go on, harder!" Another couple of minutes letting him enjoy my precum and suddenly I pulled him off; I did not want him to swallow my seed, not yet at least. "Have I done something wrong?" he asked. "Give me your load!" "'Give me', 'I want', these words do no longer exist from now on. Stay were you belong and show respect to your future gifter. Now climb on your bed, on all fours! Understand?" "Yes, sir! Lube is in the drawer as usual!" "I don't need it!" I spoke softly on purpose, not to be heard by him. Face down, ass up, he knew I loved that position and he expected me to rim him, but this time I wanted things to be differentt: I just started to slide up and down on his ass crack, positioning my cockhead at his entrance. "You're just an empty box", I degraded him. "A worthless negative hole with no energy left." "Fuck me now", he begged while I continued to tease his ass. "Gift me, Hunter!" I slowly approached his hole again and he didn't move. "You're just made for dirty chat, Ian! You're too scared to go all the way!" "Breed me, poz me up good", he implored once more. "Change my life forever!" His words hit me, as sharp arrows; it looked like he was freeing a long time caged animal from inside him. "Blah, blah, blah, that's all you can do!" I challenged him. "If you really intend to chase, push this unmedicated fuck tool into you!"

Last night a guy who had fucked me several years ago texted me. He was in town Did I remember him? Could we hook up again. I do remember him and invited him over. About 30 min later he arrived. He loves to rim an ass and he did for 10 min. Then he pushed that big dick of his in. I had forgotten how big it was so I asked him to let me get used to it. I did and it was great. He fucked me for 15 min till he pumped his cum in me. He stayed in and pumped another load. We lay on the bed with his dick inside me. I a few minutes he got hard again and shot a third load in my ass He was as great as I remember him

I think as a bottom in general we are receptacles for junk. Lol. I have been sexually active since I was young. I was pozzed at 19. I was lucky to meet some very nice health health care providers early on that treat me without judgement. My primary physician is gay and may have a piggy side too. I ran into him at steamworks last year. On average I get an std a year. My Dr has always treated me with respect when I go in for treatment. Last month I was in and he said we will get this taken care of and get you back out having fun in no time. I thought that was funny. I have always been good about abstaining until I am cleared to get bred again though.

I'm a party boy and love circuit parties. The first time I went to one I ended up getting my hole fucked full of poz cum. I was on a stage over the dance floor at the circuit party. I was rolling hard on Ecstacy, dancing and sweating with my shirt off and my jeans hanging low. I noticed a group of three hot dudes looking up at me smiling. Soon they were up on the stage dancing next to me, touching my sweaty abs and making hot comments about me. I thought this was hot and I was getting real horny. One of the dudes asked if I wanted to go party with them back at their hotel room. Of course I said yes and followed them out. When we got to their room, I sat on the edge of the bed sweating and feeling great cause I was still rolling on the Ecstasy. First they gave me a bottle of water and I could taste the GHB in it, but drank it anyway. This made me horny as fuck. Then one of them said he wanted to give me a booty bump of tina. I love tina, so I said sure, but never had it like that before. He took out a syringe without any needle, put some tina and water in it and said lets do it. They pulled off my jeans so I was all naked, lubed up my butthole and stuck the syringe deep in my ass, then shot the tina inside me. I could feel it burn into the walls of my ass. It felt great! Now, between the roll I was on, the G I drank and the tina burning in my ass, I was so horny I couldn't stand it anymore. I asked them why I was the only guy naked, I need to get fucked! They had begun to smoke some tina. They smiled at me and began feeling me up all over! One said they knew I would want them to. They guy sitting next to me on the bed took a deep draw on the tina pipe, then held his open mouth against mine and exhaled his tina smoke deep into my lungs. He continued to hold my head and began deep kissing my mouth. As he was kissing me, I felt someone spreading my legs wide and a hot tongue probing into my ass. When my hole was hot and wet I felt fingers probing and opening up my hole wide. I wasn't long before the fingers were replaced by a cockhead being driven into my ass. I was so high and horny, I took in the guys whole cock on his first thrust. I could tell it was a bare cock and no condoms were going be used, but at that point I didn't care. I just needed my horned up hole fucked hard. That is just what he did. He had my legs spread wide, his cock fully inside my hole and was pinning my arms against the bed. His bud finally stopped tongue fucking my mouth and I looked down across my abs to see the hot now naked dude begin to fuck my very willing cunt. Now that he was naked I could see the biohazard tattoo on his groin just to the right of his trimmed pubs. I didn't care. As he got into fucking my cunt, his buds got naked and both also had the same bio tats next to their cocks too. I was to fucked up to care about anything except taking their seed in me. Just the thought of them breeding me full of their seed had my cock totally hard. It was at full attention as the dude was pounding his in my cunt. One of his buds began sucking and stroking my pole as he increased his pace. The other dude held my head and thrust his hard tool into my mouth. The one fucking me said to his buds "I told you this bitch would be a good fuck!" With that my dick began shooting six spurts of my cum across my abs as one of the dudes jerked it. The dude lapped up my cum from my chest, abs and off of my belly button. That made me even hornier. The dude in my ass pounded my hole real hard and thrust himself as deep as he could as he shot his poz seed inside my cunt. I could feel his hot load in me as he unloaded. It felt awsome knowing it was poz. This continued, each taking their turns fucking me raw, sucking my cock and fucking my face. That happened the first time I went to a circuit party and I have craved raw cock ever since.

Thanks for the warning, certainly a timely reminder that nothing ever really disappears from the web. In many ways it might be better if the entire site were restricted to registered users who are actually signed in (as is the case of smokinmen) to prevent postings & pictures being bot harvested. Be interested to know if others might support this approach.....

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. Another short one, but since I'm still working on the last chapter it may get longer. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. Part 1 Tom and I had been together for six years and had been living together for four. Both of us were in our early thirties (33 for me, 32 for him) and we complemented each other. He was the outgoing, social one and I was close to being an introvert. I stood in the back and observed and then jumped in when I felt comfortable. He was fashionable and kind of fit the smooth gym bunny stereotype and I was the slightly hairy, nerdy guy with glasses and a beard. I was in IT guy, after all. The sex was what made it really work. He was a bottom with a hot ass and some amazing muscle control. We both could get aggressive in bed, or wherever we were fucking, and he liked feeling my thick eight inches pounding into his ass until he got filled with my cum. I liked being on top and while I had bottomed a few times, I didn't really enjoy it. We opened our relationship a year ago after drooling over some other guys at the bar. I think the conversation went something like me asking Tom "You've been staring at that guy for the past hour. Do you want a free pass to go see if he wants your sexy butt?" and him replying "Only if you go find some hole to tap too." He went home with the guy and wandered back home about ten the next morning. I spent the rest of the night plunging my dick into four different guys in the restroom. The last one was our friend Dennis, the city's horniest ginger cub. The last time I fucked Dennis was right before I met Tom and once my dick was back into his ass all those memories came flooding back. "What's the deal? Did you two break up or finally open your relationship?" Dennis asked after we made our way back to the bar to order something to quench our thirst. "I think we're trying to see if we're ok screwing other guys and then going back home together" I replied. "Except he left with the other guy and you stayed here trying to fuck every slut that bent over in the bathroom" he said, winking at me. "I didn't hear you complain when my dick went back in your ass after all these years. How many loads did I sink my dick into? You were pretty fucking sloppy... I would have lasted longer if it didn't feel so good with all those stranger's loads in you" I replied. "Five and then yours for six. I hope that's not the last time that happens" Dennis said before giving me a quick kiss and going home. The next morning when Tom came home, we had some of the most amazing sex. That evening at dinner we both agreed that open was the way to go and that we'd tell each other if we found we were getting too attached to our other partners. Little did I know that wasn't going to be the problem. Getting attached was never a problem for me since, other than Dennis and Tom, I didn't really fuck the same guy more than a couple times. It was a big advantage of being a top around here, since there were so many bottoms. Sometimes we'd tell each other about our hookups and other times we didn't. I think it was the good ones we talked about more, but if one of us had tried something new we'd see if the other one might be into it too. One night Tom came back a lot sooner than I expected. It kind of pissed me off since I was still looking for some hole to drill. "What happened?" I asked. "Dude told me he was poz now, right as he shoved his dick in me. It killed the mood for me and I got dressed and left" Tom said. I shook my head and replied "He should have told you that before you got naked. Were you going to play safe?" I asked. We both preferred to fuck bareback and we did with guys we knew well, but otherwise covered up. Well, he did... I think. Guys like Dennis I knew were poz, but they were undetectable and I never hesitated to fuck him bare. Tom's friend Patrick was the same, undetectable and had filled Tom's ass numerous times. "We had fucked several times before and the last couple were bare, but he was neg then" Tom replied. "Maybe. When was your last hookup with him? Do you know when he converted?" I asked. "About a month ago was our last fuck. I didn't stick around to discuss how and when he got pozzed" Tom replied, sounding a little disgusted that we were even talking about it. "Not much time between your hookups, then. He might have been poz the last time you fucked. It's about time for our regular tests anyway. How about tomorrow?" I asked. Unfortunately, Tom's mood ended any thoughts that I could fuck and fill him with my own load. Worse, I didn't think I could leave him for a hookup that night either, so I went to bed horny as fuck. For the first time, Tom was nervous when we hit the clinic to get our blood tests done. He wasn't much fun to be around and an even worse fuck that night. Dennis was happy to fill in when I decided I didn't want to fuck my boyfriend until his attitude improved. I guessed that would be when he got the test results in a few days. Indeed, when the results came back negative for both of us, he was back to his old self. I wondered how long that was going to last. Six weeks later he was freaked out again. Another negative test result and then two months later there was another freak out. I told him he was being a drama queen, packed some things and walked out with my suitcase full of a weeks worth of clothes. A hundred messages came from him, begging me to come back. After a few days I told him to meet me at a cafe to talk.

I just had a birthday so I’ve had the last few days off Thursday-Sunday. I’ve taken at least 10 loads since then. The last only being 10 mins ago. He stayed the night after releasing a load and I woke up to him pumping in another.

fucked my baby boy (age 48) last night. he’s been my boy for 12+ years. I’d fucked him yesterday morning and the night before. both times he came before me. taking his cum and smearing it on my dick to fuck him with, well, isn’t that one of the hottest things . . . ? last night he didn’t cum at all. in bed going to sleep, he kept stroking my dick. like he’s asking to be inseminated. (that’s one reason why he’s my baby boy!) he spread out the drop cloth, and got on his back. I lubed his hole with oil-based boy butter. so dirty raw. I lubed myself with water based gun oil. Baby boy relaxed and gave me his hole He put his feet on my shoulders, exposing his hole for my use. My dick head homed in on it right away -years of experience. I’d put a wad of boy butter in him. Pushing slow, but deliberate. Watching him get over the hard part, which is my big , red, swollen dick head, at first. He has a giant dick, which flopped unused and semi-tumescent between us This one was all about me. I like being a selfish top, so yay. Ain’t nothing hotter than cum in the hole, and I am going to make that happen. Legs hooked over my arms, he goes practically limp, which I love. By adjusting my position, I can adjust the feeling of my dick in his ass. I’m stroking in and out. I can control the pace, the position, and the DEPTH . (And - funny now that I think about it, both of the #1 and #2 men (the boy being #2) in my life qualify for this - for both DEPTH means I hit bottom and can push a little deeper, and I feel this pop, like I am going thru a ring. Or like I’m am going around a corner.) Anyway I go deep until I feel that <pop>, and that’s what it takes. So hard to talk when I am fucking, but I say “THAT that is where I want to cum.” so deep. And I start shallow stroking in and out. His ass ring is jerking off my dick. He’s so compliant. Every stroke feels a little different. (Btw, I will stare you down while I nail your ass! This has just become known to me, how much I do this. I will try to look into your very soul when I put my babies in you! I like your face covered too, because it makes impregnating you hot in a different way. But I will look at you hard and long when I’m inseminating you, because the only thing I can focus on is hot it is, what we’re doing. Is this a fetish? I need to post elsewhere about this.) Anyway, me last night, stroking my dick in and out of my boy. Every stroke is different. I’m thinking . . .working on the art of making every stroke as long as possible - pull out until his outer ring grips me but I don’t pop out, then push in as far as possible until I feel that turn inside him, that deep spot where I tell him I want to cum. Yeah. As long as possible. as deep as possible. Faster. Faster. I am wrecking his ass making my dick feel good. Baby boy is letting me do it, which turns me on SO MUCH. Then I am shallow stroking his ring across my shaft, and pinning him down in slightly different ways to adjust the feeling, I am staring holes in him and whispering to him “My dick is so full of cum.” Because it was. So full. Ready to blow. Since I’ve been shallow stroking I do a few deeper strokes, trying not to be to rough, work my way back in deep. I’ve told him that’s where I am going to . . . . . . and the timing works out perfectly . . .I push in with my crazy swollen dick to the deepest spot I can get in him. His eyes go wide. I hold still and <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> a dozen times is my norm <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> And my big, swollen, just-having-cum dick slipped out of his ass. The ring of frothy precum, lube and ass juice around the base of my dick - hot or not? We clean up. Go back to bed. I hold him in my arms through the night with my babies swimming inside him. My baby boy.

"ieatcumholes" awwwww shucks ..... I didn't think it could happen anymore, but I'm actually blushing .... Once again, we're on the same page. The other night in the darkroom, some guy tried to shove poppers up my nose. I jerked my head away and thought "you beginner - you don't know what Lust smells like at all". Smell and taste are very closely aligned, and a well-Bred Hole beats poppers hands down every time. Having never tasted poppers, I can't comment about it's taste, but I do know that a Sperm-sloppy Hole is haute dining at it's finest. That settles it. We're BROTHERS !!!!!! Almost twins, I reckon.

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One of the hottest things a breeder ever said to me was a completely average in every way (looks, physique, endowment…just the type I love) guy at a bathhouse. He was demonstrably grateful to fuck me in our time together and kept saying “Thank you” in various ways, almost emotionally, as we fucked in every position imaginable. Pretty sure the guy had been turned down a few times that night by the “stand & model” crowd. I was on my back with my heels next to my ears when he loudly filled my cunt with what felt like a load that had been pent up for a WHILE. He looked down at me, locked my eyes and stared into my very soul, with sweat pouring onto me from his face and body and said: “I just inseminated you”. It was like he was talking to livestock. I will never forget that fuck.

Your statement suggests there is an equivalency between all viewpoints, that all are simply sides to a coin and we should be able to all interact with equanimity because all social values are equal even if they may be opposite. But that is not the case. Recent research being done on the factors representative of factional politics in America has found that expressions of racism, intolerance, homophobia and white supremacy are in fact reliable predictors of whether an individual is in the Republican party. Obviously not every Republican is this way, but if a significant bloc of the population espouses attitudes that are hostile to the LGBT community, it isn’t rational to simply say their views should be tolerated and accepted. How do you ‘just get along’ with people who wish you would fall off the face of the earth? How do you tolerate them when they do not tolerate you? That’s why it’s so jarring sometimes to read posts here by members who hold affinity with groups and movements that, at large, absolutely do not support our interests. It’s extremely difficult to understand the rationale, for instance, of someone here who enjoys the lifestyle we discuss yet is an adamant supporter of politicians actively attempting to limit or deny our freedom to live and speak about this lifestyle. To suggest that we simply accept that person’s beliefs without challenge is to suggest that we be complicit in our own downfall.

I chatted on-line for a couple of weeks, swapping dirty talk and pics, but he never sent a face pic. What I did see I liked...A lot! Then we agreed to meet. He lived out of state and was coming to my cabin some 300 miles away. I had him meet me at a park close by. His face was deeply wrinkled and weathered, and he was bald. However we had chatted so much on-line and by phone, that when we finally met I didn't care what he looked like, I wanted him for his warmth and humor. He stayed 3 days and we saw each other when we could for several years after.

Personally I find the MAGA version of alpha superiority, like everything else about MAGA to be an inauthentic, completely superficial, professional wrestling style take on it. I usually can't tell real MAGA behavior and philosophy from parody.

I don’t know why I recall it so vividly but maybe 3-5 years back I was at Steamworks Chicago in a similar position. I guess it made an impression on me. It was early in the evening and not very crowded. No one really caught my attention during the first few hallway walkarounds. I was just in a jockstrap and also had a blindfold hanging down around my neck. I went upstairs and was on the raised walkway overlooking the fuck bench (third floor) which though early was being used by a young guy on the bench with a tag team working behind him. I decided to stay and watch while waiting my turn to go down there. I was leaning across the top rail with my elbows comfortably resting and watching the show. My ass was out a little bit but I wasn’t blatantly pushing it back to call attention to it. I never heard the dude come up behind me. He starts gently rubbing my ass with his hands which as all bottoms know is quite relaxing and makes you immediately want to close your eyes and enjoy. Then he moves his hands up, pulls my blindfold from my neck to cover my eyes, and tells me in a very low deep voice, “Don’t even think of lowering it.” I know my place. I know what I’m here to do. He worked his hands on my ass a few times, then the fingers entered. He then removed his fingers and slid them up to my nipples as I felt his bare cock enter and go deep, balls to my asshole. He starts a slow but determined thrust, my waist against the rail allowing him to push even deeper. Maybe three to five minutes later he shoved deep and froze. I knew what was happening so I’m squeezing my ass muscles trying to siphon every drop. I like a little longer ride but as it was the first of the night I was okay with a quick one to move the lube around. Only then did I learn there was a second man as I felt another set of hands touching me near my waist. The top who had just loaded me put his head behind my neck and whispered, “It is clear to me you are self aware and understand your position here. Most bottoms here forget their place and want to look at their breeder and even try to control what is happening. I appreciate you letting us enjoy you.” I started to raise back up as he withdrew, but the second set of hands eased me back down forwards. It appeared I wasn’t going to see who this one was either. And I hadn’t even made it to the fuck bench yet.

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Oh, thanks! There will be many surprises coming, as an anticipation we can say the gift must be deserved. All involved participants must agree, humans and not. We wouldn't spoil anything else.

I'm one of those rare guys whose dick/ass has a conscience.

Swallow after swirling that warm cum around my mouth like a mouthwash. And then two or three gulps to make sure every squirt is down the throat.

This post, and the response, reminds me of a saying: ”When you call for attention, you can’t hang-up!”

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I lied I got motivated and got it done today Across the shower, I heard Jalen cum inv Mark’s ass while Jamie beat his load into the drain while he finished lapping Jalen’s scrumptious ass. The two black power tops showered and took a moment to drain their cocks on us as we three sub sluts let their piss flow over us and then down the drain. After they left, the three of us showered separately until Mark got a hard on from fingering the loads from his ass. I was still horny. So, I asked him to fuck me under the shower while I sucked off Jamie. Pozzed Cheerleader 8 After we were done in the shower Ty and Jalen were just wrapping up. Ty looked at me and said, “I’ve had both you and your girl on my cock…you were better!” I smiled taking that as a compliment, but I knew his DNA was in me and I could almost bet mine was in him. Just by the law of transfer via Mark and Jamie a part of me was in Jalen too. I knew it was just a matter of time. The rest of the week was pretty much the same when I was not in class or practice. I was cruising one of the many hook-up spots on campus taking some anon cock in the mouth or ass. I lost count of the amount of cock I took that week in new or repeat form from Jalen and Ty to the copious amounts I was getting in the stalls. I knew one thing. I was not missing my ex and according to Ty and Jalen she was not missing me. She was spending an inordinate amount of time at the Alpha house. An all-black frat house on campus, who was known for fucking white girls and even some white bois. We had another home game that Saturday, and I got a call from George to wear the buttplug while I cheered on Saturday and to recruit another guy for Saturday night. There were going to be two new guys there as well as the first 4 that were there and Jamie was bringing Mark. I thought about Jalen since he loved getting his ass eaten so much. I thought it would be an easy conversion. After the game, Jamie and I cornered him in the locker room and got him to agree to show up. We lost again which was becoming the norm for our team. George came down to the field to talk to the coach, but he stopped by Jamie and I. We pointed out the new guys we were bringing. He seemed pleased with our choices. We all showered, stowed our gear and the 4 of us decided to go for a drink before the party. Jamie and I were mum on the details on the party, but assured them they would have a good time. We knocked on the suite door right at the time we were told to. Dan answered the door naked sporting a hefty hard on. Jalen looked at me with a look of “WTF did I get him into”. I just winked, smiled and led him into the suite. George, Dan, Mike and Javon along with two other black guys with some form so biohazard tats on them. I barely caught their names of Ali and Darrel before I had Ali’s 9inch prick in my mouth. George took an immediate liking to Jalen and had him naked with his ass up in the air with George licking and slowly fingering his black ass. I secretly hoped they did not fuck the agressive top out of him. I really enjoyed his red bull can sized cock. Jamie was sucking on Mike and Darrel. While Mark was naked and on the bed with Javon and Dan. Damn, these poz daddies work fast. I had Ali at full staff. He had a thick 9inch dark brown cock. While I was sucking him someone had been fingering my hole. They had two fingers with lube up my ass. Ali got up on the bed and ordered me to get on and ride his cock. I got up to ride him cowboy style with my hands on his sexy muscular chest, but he ordered me to ride him reverse cowboy style. I slid my cunted ass down his long pole. I stared Jalen dead in the eyes. I wanted him to see the pleasure on my face. Javon handed me a little brown bottle of poppers. I took a deep inhale and slowly rode Ali’s massive cock. My cock was rock hard and jutted out in front of me. Jamie was being spit-roasted between Mike and Darrel. Near him was Mark taking cock at each end from Javon and Dan. Jalen was still on the couch, but was grinding on George’s cock. His transformation was going as planned. The room wreaked of sex. The bottle of poppers found their way around to Jalen. He inhaled deep just as George aimed his cock into his hole. Jalen slowly lowered himself onto George’s big dick. He was acting as if he was in a trance. Almost like he was willing to allow himself to be forced down on George’s dong. He could not help himself. He was acting like a wanton slut. I have been there. I am there. All around the room every hole that was to be filled was filled with what I could only assume to be a poz cock. Adding Mark and Jalen to the poz club. I wondered when I was going to convert. I was beyond knowing who my poz daddy was going to be since I have taken so many loads in the last week. Ali flipped me over on my back and pounded his steely rod into me. Growling that he was going to knock me up. He was going to fuck all the bottom sluts in the room tonight, but he wanted me to have his first, his biggest load of the night. It was a 6-day poz load that he had been saving up just for me. He wanted to breed my ass ever since George had pointed me out at the beginning of the season as one of the boys they wanted to convert this year. They thought I would take a little more convincing than it did. They had no idea I was such a faggot slut for cock. I just moaned my approval and begged for his hot load. Jalen was bouncing up and down on George’s cock while his own protruding member leaked his last negative load. Mark was still being double-teamed as was Jamie. Mark and Jamie had been moved to the same bed and all four guys were rotating around the duo taking turns at fucking Mark’s ass then moving over to Jamie’s and then moving to Jamie’s mouth and so on. If they only could have put the duo on a turntable. Ali start pounding me even harder with steady strokes. I could tell he was getting ready to cum. I could even sense George was getting ready to fill Jalen up as well. Jalen was still riding George’s massive prick and George grabbed him pulling him and held him down while his cock exploded into Jalen’s unprotected ass. Jalen, without ever touching his cock exploded coating George’s face and chest. I jerked my cock a little, to prime the pump so to speak, and when Ali sprayed my insided with bad seed. I coated my neck and chest with my load. Ali scooped some up with his free hand and fed it to me then to himself. He pulled his still hard cock free from my loose cunt of an ass, and ordered me to clean him off. I slurped and tongued his cock free of his cum and my ass. He told me to hold it and go kiss Jalen. I was not sure Jalen would go down for that, but an order is an order. Surprisingly, Jalen opened his mouth and took my ass and Ali’s jizz out of my mouth and off of my tongue. Jalen was still impaled on George’s poz cock when George ordered me to clean his cock off as he pulled free from Jalen. I, all too eagerly, did as I was told. On the other bed, Jamie and Mark were being bred and were cleaning the other’s jizz and ass off of their fuckers cocks. After a while, the room died down. We took a moment to hit the bar and grab some food and began to pair off again. Mike took his turn with Jalen and Ali and George were double teaming Mark. That left just me, Darrel and Dan and they had an idea for me, and it was the same one Ali and George had for Mark. Dan laid down on his back and I straddled his cock while Darrel got behind me and started to push into me. They were trying to double-penetrate me and Mark. They soon weren’t trying…they were succeeding. 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As you know, this is fiction. It's fantasy. Obviously, consent is necessary. We all know this. Anyway... _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Brian pulled his car outside of the address Mr. Miller had given him, all his belongings in the trunk or backseat. It was nearly dark, the task of shaving all his body hair off taking considerable time. Now he was smooth. Since leaving Mr. Miller’s office, the effect over Brian’s mind had started to lessen. While he was still complying with Mr. Miller’s orders, there were moments of hesitation which reached out to the surface. As he had been shaving his chest, his hand had stopped for a brief moment as the desire to keep the hair which had made him feel like a man took hold in his mind. The interruption did not last as Mr. Miller’s control took over and he continued shaving. Even as he had taken his belongings to his car, there was a moment of sadness knowing his things were about to be sold. Still, he did as he was told. Brian left his car and walked to the front door, ringing the bell. The door opened, Mr. Miller appearing in a bathrobe which was tied tightly shut. A smile turned his lips. “Welcome, Brian. You’re later than I expected.” “Sorry,” Brian said. Mr. Miller’s eyebrow raised as he noticed the lack of the use “Master.” His control was wearing off. “Come inside,” Mr. Miller said, stepping back and allowing his student inside. “Take a seat in the living room.” Brian did as he was told. In the living room there was a large TV mounted on the wall with the couch angled directly toward it. There was a coffee table between them on which there were several books. If Brian had been able to take in his surroundings better, he would have noticed that each book was dedicated to images of the male body and sexual positions. All but one at the bottom which was titled The Human Mind and How to Control It by Andrew Miller. “Would you like a drink?” Mr. Miller asked. Normally he wouldn’t ask his slave if he wanted a drink. He wouldn’t ask him if he wanted anything. But he knew that his control was wearing off, and not wanting to shock Brian out of his trance, he needed to ease him into the next phase without scaring him off. It was a delicate task creating a sex slave. Mr. Miller had done it only twice before, the first failing to respond to the hypnosis after a few sessions and the other losing Mr. Miller’s interest after only a year. As he looked at Brian who was standing in the living room, staring at the television, he had a feeling that he wouldn’t find himself bored. He had found himself a winner. “Here,” Mr. Miller said, handing Brian a glass. “It’s Whiskey.” “I…” Brian started, a bit of his buried mind coming to the surface. “I’m not… 21.” “It’s alright,” Mr. Miller said, pushing the drink into his hand. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.” Brian slowly took the glass but did not drink it. “Sit down, Brian,” Mr. Miller said, motioning to the couch. Brian sat down while Mr. Miller pulled out his phone and opened an app. “I’ve been working on something that I’d like to show you,” Mr. Miller said, pressing a button which lit up the television screen. “Tell me what you think.” The screen started flashing like a strobe light while a strange noise filtered through the sound system. Mr. Miller watched the reflection of the screen in Brian’s eyes which were growing wide while his mouth fell slack. The drink in his hand fell to the floor, spilling the whiskey. “Looks like you like it,” Mr. Miller said. The subliminal messages within the videos he had sent to Brian before had been subtle, just enough to do the trick without turning him into a completely mindless husk. This video was stronger. He had been working on it for several months, syncing the flashes and the binaural beats. Images from porn were spliced in just for good measure. While there was no guarantee it would work, Mr. Miller had found it to be suitable when he had tried it out on his neighbor, Matt. Inviting Matt over for a football game while giving him time away from his wife was all Mr. Miller’s neighbor needed to find himself on the couch, mindless, unaware of what was happening to him. Matt had been a good fuck. His ass was a real bleeder. Perhaps I’ll introduce Brian to him someday, Mr. Miller thought. “Brian,” Mr. Miller said, stepping toward the television and looking at his student directly. “Who am I?” “My Master,” Brian said. “And who are you?” “Your slave.” “Very good,” Mr. Miller said, pulling his bathrobe open and revealing his almost naked body beneath. With the warmer weather, beads of sweat had started to collect under the bathrobe, hiding within his armpits and thick chest hair which ran down his stomach, disappearing beneath a pair of leather briefs on which a biohazard symbol was printed. While he had liked to have seen Brian react, taking in the sight of the teacher he had wanted to fuck for so long, knowing that the young man was under his control was enough to make him hard. “Brian, remove all your clothing.” Brian stood up, eyes still glued to the television, and started stripping, revealing a hairless body beneath. Mr. Miller stepped forward and ran his hands along Brian’s hairless chest and abs, loving the feeling of his smooth, warm skin. As his boxers were removed, Mr. Miller caught sight of the hair Brian had missed, those strands around his cock, hidden within the cage. No matter, he thought, running a hand down to Brian’s ass. There was a slight sweat in the young man’s crack, allowing Mr. Miller’s fingers to slide down and find his asshole. Brian had done well shaving his ass much to Mr. Miller’s surprise. He positioned his middle finger over Brian’s hole and pushed inside, pressing his other hand on Brian’s chest as his body jumped from the intruding finger. “Let me in,” Mr. Miller said. For sexual partners, he would say, “Relax,” but Brian wasn’t his partner. He was his slave. Having him tense was at times better, giving him something to struggle against. His finger was almost up to his knuckle, the tip of his finger searching inside for Brian’s prostate. Unable to fit anymore of his finger inside without fisting the young man’s ass, he angled his finger and pressed down, finding the small gland. Brian moaned, his cock jerking in the cage without being able to grow. Mr. Miller could have told him to lose his erection again, Brian being under his control, but there was still the need for what would remain of Brian’s free mind to learn. He’d have to learn not to get hard, to find pleasure in his ass when pleasure was appropriate. It was Mr. Miller’s pleasure that mattered, and Brian had to learn this. “Do you like that, slave?” Mr. Miller said, his one hand still grinding down on Brian’s prostate while his other moved down to the testicles. “Yes, Master.” “Know, Brian, that I will no longer be calling you by your name. Your name no longer matters. Your identity does not reside in what came before today. You are now what I’m making you. You are my slave and shall answer to the word. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” “Good, slave,” he said. Brian’s balls were starting to rise up toward his body, seeking release, but Mr. Miller wrapped his fist around his scrotum and squeezed, pulling down slightly. Brian’s body shook as pain warned him of his Master’s grip. If it hadn’t been for the video playing, Brian would have been pulled out of his trance. Soon he would suffer all types of pain while staying under Mr. Miller’s control, but for now, he was being eased in. “If I have my way,” Mr. Miller said, his grip on Brian’s balls growing tighter, continuing to pull down, “your balls will hang down to your knees and drag on the ground as you crawl across the floor. Do you believe it is possible?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, his voice breaking from the pain. A slight tear entered the corner of his eye. “Good, slave,” he said, releasing his balls, giving them a smack. “I think it’s time for us to begin your transformation. Follow me.” Mr. Miller led his slave down a hall and stopped at a door on which a latch was built in at the top and bottom. Neither was bolted at the time. “Welcome to your new life,” Mr. Miller said, opening the door. Inside there were two slings, a doggy cage in the corner, a bench on which to either fuck or discipline, and a cabinet in which Mr. Miller kept other items at the ready. While he desired a sex slave, there were always nights when he wanted to fuck a random stranger. While the padded cuffs and small collars were suited for random fucks, the cuffs which were known to rub skin raw along with thick, unrelenting collars would be used specifically for Brian. The whips were for anyone. The as-of-yet unwashed butt plugs were waiting for Brian’s hungry hole. “You said your darkest fantasy was to have my babies,” Mr. Miller said. “That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Tonight, I’m going to infect you with my toxic cum. Tonight, I will mark you as my own. My DNA will forever be in your body, destroying you even when I’m not here. Isn’t that what you want?” “Yes, Master.” “Good,” he said, though it no longer mattered if it was what he wanted. “Slave, get into the sling.” As Brian climbed into the sling, Mr. Miller went to the cabinet and pulled out a ball gag on which there were indentations of teeth from previous men and slaves. He brought it to Brian and fitted it into the slave’s mouth without asking him to open. He had to learn. He made it as tight as he could without causing his slave too much harm. Brian’s eyes had wandered up to the red light on the ceiling, the glow filling his eyes. In this light, Mr. Miller thought, his slave looked beautiful. “I’ll always remember this moment,” Mr. Miller said, stepping back from Brian. He removed his leather briefs, revealing a nine-inch cock, thick and veiny. “Time to own your life.” ________________________________________________________________________________________ Let me know what you want to see happen. I've got ideas but only so many. No real end in mind, so we can go almost anywhere. Obviously, full on fucking is coming up next.

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