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Even if it happened decades ago, I can still relive it like it was yesterday. I am 17 and I am getting into the shower after soccer practice. The other boys had left except for Rowan. He was leaning by his locker with his back resting against the metal door, in his shorts and knee-length socks, glimmering in sweat. I was shirts, he was skins. The heat was close to unbearable. He had been eyeing me while I took off my clothes, tying a towel around my waist. He shot an inviting look at me which I didn't pay much attention to, a mistake I realized once I was done cleaning myself. He stood behind the shower curtain after I yanked it open. We were inches apart, equal in height. He had been honing his physique at the gym, making the most out of the final stages of puberty. A patchy stubble covered his chin with much less acne than I had. Unlike him, I was a late bloomer. His hair was brighter than mine with shades of his roots being blond, wavy and malleable to any current trend whereas I had dark black curls springing out of my head with no uniformity. Grooming wasn't my priority back then. Keeping my sexuality hidden was. We faced each other and with only a few seconds for me to fully register his presence, he tilted in for a kiss that I willingly responded. It felt strange, having my first kiss. Exciting too, but I wasn't ready. I had been ambushed. I pushed him away to leave the stall. I rushed to make my way back after realizing his pursuit. I hurriedly opened my locker to grab my things. In an instant, a loud bang came behind me. My head shoved into the hollow compartment of the upper locker with an echoing force. I pulled myself out to face Rowan again. He grabbed my shoulders in a grip before slamming me onto the wall of metal doors. Another echo. "Listen here fag, whatever you think happened, didn't happen. If I hear any shit from those other queers you hang with, you're done." Not only do I remember the exact words he said, I remembered that conflicted look he had. A look mostly of lust with hints of rage rooted in denial. "You got that, fag?" I was in a shock that made me speechless. I nodded with eyes closed. Up and down up and down. When I opened them, I found myself alone, trying to control myself from shaking any further. I was released, I told myself repeatedly. I never made eye contact with Rowan since then. ************************************************************** 20 years have passed and I no longer recognize that lanky middle eastern boy hyperventilating in his towel. I embraced myself. I was proud of who I was. I know no shame. At 19, I started to take loads. Never once did I think of condoms. I was lucky to learn what it meant to be a cumdump at a young age. Sometimes while I was getting railed, I'd imagine it was Rowan. The moans from the strangers that bred me were loud, always filled with a certain kind of vigour. It reminded me of him when he called me a fag. From then on, I slowly got turned on from being humiliated. It was only the tip of the iceberg I refer to as my sexuality. By 24, I graduated college. My whole undergrad was taken care of thanks to the relationship I had with my Master. I owe all my life's knowledge of kinks to him. I met Master Paul at the bathhouse when I first moved to the city. He knew I had experience, but nothing outside of being a cumdump. I was 20, he was 58. He was impressed at how well I bottomed but also noted the skills I lacked. He built his proposal carefully, making me read up on what it meant to be his servant. What BDSM was. He taught me everything. Even his friends contributed. They taught me how to work out, how to build strength. They'd fuck me while instructing me on what I needed to improve on. "You're supposed to squat, not jump. Build the momentum.." "This is how you arch without aching your arms. You got to know your center of gravity." "Controlling your hole isn't a bout keeping it open or close, but more about holding the cock in a way that your nerves aren't tensed. Controlling it will determine whether you wanna keep a tight ass or be stretched out" I saw my body changing, transformed similarly like Rowan's but better. My sex drive changed. I'd be turned on by different, newer things. I adapted to the kinks and fetish I originally averted. Master had always told me from the start that with time I will submit. Submission wasn't difficult when there was T. 3 months into our relationship, he showed me how powerful crystal was. He taught me the way to consume it, how to build tolerance for it and most importantly, how to control myself from tweaking too hard. "If you're at a point where you're not sure if you're there anymore, then it's already too late. Game over. Destined to be a wasted tweaker forever." The last person in my position had been chasing the dragon for too long that he had forgotten his role. Master kicked him out with no afterthought. Discipline was his number one rule. He never spoke of the previous houseboys he had. In a way, what we had was professional. I had no financial issues and I lived in a nice place. Initially, I was bound to only a cage but with time I was allowed to share the bed. I stopped crawling regularly in the house after a year. Our roles changed. Once I finished school, he still called me boy, but I was expected to call him Daddy. "Now you're all big and handsome, it's not right to treat you like dirt anymore. You're family. Right, son?" He told me this while he was 8 inches deep in me, twisting his thrusts to touch my prostate. I still remembered, nodding in an affirmative "yes, yes I'm your son." "I'm so glad that you see yourself as part of the family too. The next time I breed you, you will officially be my son." His sweat dripped onto my face with some landing into my open mouth. I licked my lips to savour its salinity. The loud moan of relief was close. As expected, he held onto the sheets tightly, looked down into my eyes and screeched in ecstasy, filling me with his warm load. He stayed in me while I spooned into him, both of us moist as our bare body was in contact. We were both hairy, but I packed more. All around my body was a dark curly thick bush that never failed to catch anyone's attention, especially Master's friends. They envied him for having someone with a body like mine. The gym also helped to define the hair revealing itself from my cracks. I know when other guys glance at my pits or my happy trail. It took a long time to appreciate my semitic features. It was true, I was maturing. That night, with his hard-on still in me, Master revealed that he had never been with anyone for 5 years. He told me how he wanted to give me a special gift for our 5th anniversary. How he would stop taking his meds soon and impregnate me. Never throughout our relationship did imagine this offer. "You'd like that? Be my son? Give me grandchildren?" It sounded extremely enticing. I was about to take a new responsibility. I was already topping the twinks who'd always stare at me at the gym, but bottoming was always the norm. Things were changing. A few months later, on an unassuming Sunday morning, I woke up blindfolded and bound. It was our 5th anniversary. I was told that we were going to the bathhouse where we met but I I could tell that we were home. I was fed more T than I'd ever consumed. From the bootybump to the smoke, I'm only lucky to avoid a slam since Master detested needles. There were also poppers. The celebration took up the whole day. I'd almost forgotten that the goal was my conversion. Around 12 of Master's friends were there. After having my hole and nipples played with all kinds of toys and torture, the blindfold was taken off. I was still on the bed with my limbs tied to each post. My legs were then adjusted to be closer to my arms, lifting it high to expose my ass. I stayed in this position for the next few hours. With the T flowing endlessly, I easily surrendered myself to Master. I was proud of myself for not tweaking. It wasn't linear, but I remembered each of Master's friends who bred me without missing a single word they said. "Look at you boy, you've grown up to be a fuckin fine specimen." "It was always going to be like this you know, find a cute boy like you to train and discipline. Extra points to Paul for being more diverse this time." "We all carry the same strain and we've never paused our meds. First time for everything right? Hopefully this strain's still as potent as it was in the 90s" "What a pretty boy with a nice tight ass. I told you that it was worth it to work out. Look at these legs. Fuck. Just right for a good pozzing." "I hope you enjoy these last few moments of being neg, there's no turning back from here on, boy." "Son, we're so grateful to have you take our seed, truly. I know how you like it when we call you a fag. See, you never fail to give that look when I say it that way. After this, when you're officially my son, it's you who'll find other fags. Okay, son?" I lost track of the times they came in me. It wasn't just one each. They took turns, switched their spots at times but never did the fucking come to a halt. A sharpie was used to tally the amount of loads on my asscheeks. 7 herringbones amounting to 35 when I saw my reflection from across the room. Master inserted a steel plug to contain it. I had fulfilled my purpose. About a month later, I experienced a flu like no other. It lasted for a week. Master took care of me with a care that I'd never seen before. He had never been as gentle as he was. I truly believed in our connection. I'd never seen him so content when he cradled me. It dawned on both of us. I had converted. A part of him was in me now. I lay in my cold sweat with gratitude, looking up to Daddy who craned down to kiss me. Over the years I had established myself within the community Master introduced me to. When I turned 30, Master made the decision to release me. I didn't understand it at first, but it made sense when I looked back at the circumstances we met. He told me that he was going to go somewhere far, how he's passing the baton onto me. I was free to stop taking my meds. He was going to sell the place. I was going to be on my own for the first time in 10 years. By then I had a strong relationship with his friends who I ultimately call family. It wasn't hard to live up to Master's lifestyle. I had 2 slaves who listened and obeyed but they didn't live-in like I did. They'd show up my door in the morning and be on their way by sunset. Sometimes when I wasn't in the mood, I'd call Vinny and Jonas to take my place. They were Master's first friends that I played with most when I was still unexperienced. Master had trusted them so it was only natural that I kept them close. The passage of time didn't just lead to Master's departure, but also most of the other members of his pack. Eventually, it was just the 3 of us who'd meet up regularly regardless if there would be any fucking or smoking. We had a bond that exceeded our lust. When work wasn't draining, I'd hit them up to hit up the bar and test our luck. Fortune favoured us given that we'd usually stand out. Anyone who saw us would take a double take. Here I was in my early 30s, built like a modern janissary whose distinctive features caught looks from every corner. Next was Vinny who share some of my features albeit more mediterranean. He possessed broad shoulders and thick thighs. At 50 he was the oldest and was also the shortest, though none of it made him any less desirable than the rest of us. We were equally capable of attracting anyone. Finally, Jonas. Jonas was the youngest before Master introduced me. Now at 44, he had a bronze complexion that enabled him to be the most tanned and towered us at 6'2. Lean and active in calisthenics, he had little body fat. He'd wear his clothes tight, right to the fit with pants hanging low to showcase his accentuated hips and v-lined abs. His long face always spotted a stubble. His facial features, ambiguous like the rest of us was due to his Brazilian background. It remained a mystery whether the size of his cock was also due to that. We stood out because we did not look like most of the patrons where we found ourselves in. We were fetishized to our advantage. We sat at our usual corner at the Eagle on a Friday night. Since it was pride week, a fundraising karaoke was being held. A bigger crowd meant we had a bigger net to fish with. The singing was tolerable since we were above, hearing more of the background music than the stage. After an intermission, the host brought up the next volunteer who sang Erasure's A Little Respect. It was the first time we heard actual singing. A wave of claps came from the crowd at its conclusion, followed by the host questioning him. Vinny gave my arm a nudge so I got up to the railing to scout and report. I didn't notice Jonas had been gone throughout the song. Chances are, he was getting blown somewhere. As I look down to the stage, I clenched my jaws when I saw the person standing next to the host, mic still in his hands. Motherfuckin Rowan Martin. He no longer resembled the threatening teenager who I kissed for the first time. Physically he remained the same but his hair was longer, almost touching his shoulders. On his right eyebrow he spotted a studded piercing. He wore a tank top that showed a rainbow tattoo on his right shoulder. Vulnerability hit me for the first time in years after seeing him, as if we were in the locker room again. I disengaged from the crowd, coming back to my senses when Jonas appeared with his arms around me, gloating how he blew his load in some tourist. I told him who the singer was. "Homophobic teen angst aside, he's kinda cute." He was, I'm not gonna lie. No longer was he as masculine as he thought he was. His posture remained stiff but his body language was more loose. He'd move his arms and hands when he spoke, bearing no resemblance to the star player accepting his award. Dare I say his pitch was higher too? Bottom, Jonas and I said out loud in unison. "A power bottom?" Vinny's voice came behind us. He wondered why we were standing for so long. Jonas filled him in. He chuckled. "I think you should one-up him by singing Ironic. Don't you think?" "It's like raaaiiiiin..." Jonas continued. I tried to entertain them, but they could tell I was off. They stopped to embrace me, giving an assuring nod and a look which told me that whatever I plan to do, I have their full support. I excused myself to go down to approach Rowan. I wasn't going to let that vulnerability resurface again. I hear him talking of the fundraiser, how he didn't know what it was and he just wanted to sing & contribute to a cause. He pointed to the friends he was with, a group of 5 who dressed and looked exactly like him. It reminded me of the twinks I'd fuck in the darkroom, the kind who thinks that the world revolved around them. I zipped right to him with my drink before dropping it when he got off the stage. Only when he looked up after I apologized did he realize who I was. It took him a while. A look of surprise that he tried to keep it cool. I acted like a stranger. After all, I was unrecognizable from my year book photos. "I just wanna say that that was amazing. Good song choice." "Thanks. You look really familiar. Have we met?" "I don't think so. I'm not on the apps & I'm new here." I carried the conversation with him the same way I did with any other men that would become my prey. I brought him up where I introduced Vinny and Jonas as my tour guides. They followed the ruse like clockwork. After a couple of rounds, Vinny took the lead. "Apologies for being forward but what do you say we all go to my place to hang a bit more?" Jonas and I agreed nonchalantly while Rowan took a pause before agreeing. All throughout the night he had been glancing at me, trying to analyze and confirm his suspicions. One thing for sure was that the drinks didn't help and I paid no attention to him, focused only on Vinny and Jonas. I responded to whatever he said without ever looking at him. I knew the consequences for not acknowledging him would be in my favour this time. In the cab, Rowan and Jonas were getting tipsy, flirting with their heads close to another. In the passenger seat, I gave a wink to Jonas who started to make out. Vinny came from behind to ask what tonight's plans were. I pulled up my phone to type it out. "A test. Nothing too drastic at first. A mild one that will gradually turn to a series of punishments which he'll willingly endure. An atonement he'll realize and submit to." He pat my back and whispered that he'll text the guy to deliver the good stuff once we reached his place. Jonas' hands were now grappling underneath Rowan's clothes. A plan was now set in motion.

Hung guy here - I love getting in a guy deep, stretching him and when it’s time breeding him balls deep. Pulling out of him slowly afterwards, knowing that I’ve just impregnated him deeply.

Isn't that the way men are built? I've heard wives complain about it for years...

i've been multi-guy bred so many times and it's a high that never gets old for me. Yeah, if you are going at hard like this sexpig does, you are going to be exhausted at the end. Heavy sexual use like that is a physically demanding undertaking, and the longer you are getting used the loose and looser your hole will get as the rectum tires from being pummeled by so much penis. I refer to sex as the ultimate male Pleasure sport and this is why, you have to have endurance to match the appetite. The feeling of each erect penis going inside your ass and fucking you to completion before pulling out and another erection taking it's place to do the same is matched only be the head rush of knowing so many guys are sodomizing and breeding their loads into you and each new top is using the cum from the previous tops as lubricant for their own cocks as they thrust into you to add their own load to the mix. By the end, cum is leaking out of my sloppy ass and I sleep like a baby I am so exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.

I love the feeling of my ass loaded with cum and it leaking down my leg on the subway with a wet spot on my paints.

We kissed, gently at first but then the animal in him took over and he pushed his tongue deep and forcefully into my throat, causing me to gasp for breath. I reached down and fumbled with the button fly and belt of his jeans desperate to see what was hidden inside. I guess I’m what you would call a size queen and as the package finally revealed it’s hidden treasure I gasped again as I felt that monster cock in my hands, it was at least 9 inches and very thick, just what I needed to hit the spot. His name wasn’t important; I don’t think we’d even exchanged those silly details when we’d met in the bar just 30 minutes earlier, but the attraction was instant and intense between us and neither of us had been able to take or eyes of the other. He was taller than me at around 6”2, dark, with cropped hair and very muscular, he came across as confident without being arrogant and it really was a case of our eyes meeting across a crowded room. He smiled and raised his beer in salute to me and I smiled back, blushing a little at the attention from the smiling hottie. My light complexion meant that even the slightest blush shone on me and I brushed my blond hair away from my face in a gesture that I suddenly felt was too overtly camp. I’m no screamer by any means but with my shoulder length blonde hair and slight but toned build I felt out of place in most gay bars, surrounded by muscle marys. I was startled from my daydream by looking back up and finding the hunk standing there next to me. He smiled that killer smile again and said, “Got a place?” I nodded and we headed together for the bar exit. So here we were, in my apartment, I was lucky enough to live just minutes from the bar and I was now pushed against the hallway wall moaning gently as he nibbled his way gently down my neck, and playing with my left nipple through the fabric of my tight fitting t-shirt. I put up no resistance as he pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my chest and allowing him to work his way down further and nibble my erect nipple. He shucked off the jeans and underwear from round his ankles and still suckling my hard nipple he began to unbuckle my belt and push down my trousers and underwear, allowing my own throbbing cock to burst free. He ran his hands up and down its length causing me to shudder slightly. He stopped what he was doing and stepped back from me, smiling and looking me up and down all the while, I blushed now, standing naked in my own hallway with this handsome stranger, finally now he broke the silence “Shall we move somewhere more comfortable” he said. I didn’t need any other encouragement and took him by his hand and led him through to my bedroom down the darkened hallway. Once through the door he discarded his shirt revealing a big muscular chest with a light dusting of hair and then animal in him took over again, he pushed me hard, face down into the bed and parted my ass cheeks. This guy knew what he wanted and was taking no prisoners, I heard him spit onto his hand and felt him start to rub one finger along the hairy crack of my ass ……… I shuddered again, I was so hot by now that I wanted to scream at him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I felt my asshole pop as he slid his finger into me and began to work his saliva into me, I felt the finger pull out and heard him spit again, this time he began to work two fingers into me, “oh yeh baby, this is one hot ass, I can feel it sucking on my fingers, it’s just dying to feed on my big cock”. A third finger went in and I wanted nothing more than that cock in me. I reached over to my nightstand and passed a condom back to him and picked up the little brown bottle of poppers that i kept there (hey i'm no angel - i love a poppered up fuck). I started to sniff heavily on the poppers and within seconds my head was buzzing and I began to feel him slide into me, he was gentle at first and despite the poppers it hurt, as my ass resisted such a large intrusion. He’d stop momentarily and then I’d feel him start to slide more into me, until finally he was resting fully against my firm ass with that beautiful cock throbbing gently inside me. He stayed that way for a few minutes as if savouring the feeling of my tight warm ass wrapped around his meaty cock and then slowly pulled out partially and then pushed back into me and I moaned loudly as he grazed my prostate and really hit the spot. It wasn’t the easiest of fucks and I wished a little that he’d used more lube than just his spit, but nevertheless I was really starting to get into the rhythm arching my back and raising my ass to push back to meet him as he started to fuck me harder and slam his cock into my ass. Then something fluttered past my shoulder and onto the bed, it was the unopened condom packet! The buzz from the poppers was gone then and I almost shouted, “Are you fucking me raw?” and tried to buck him off. “It’s the ONLY way to fuck pretty boy” he growled and pushed his full weight down on me pressing me to the bed and stepping up the pace of his fucking. Despite my best intentions I was now really get off on the fact that I was effectively being raped. He paused his fucking and reached over my shoulder and grabbed the bottle of poppers, first taking a hit himself and then forcing the bottle under my nose, “sniff” he barked at me. Totally compliant now I took hold of the bottle myself and inhaled deeply into both nostrils, again after a few moments that buzz kicked in and my head began to spin and I now ached to be fucked by that big raw cock in my ass. I moaned gently and he laughed, “yeah, I’m gonna make a barebacking bitch out of you yet”. I didn’t say a word, I didn’t want to admit that I liked this out loud – I wasn’t ready to confess my new found desires either to myself or to him but I guess he’d taken my moaning as the signal to start again and he started again to fuck my ass HARD. As the poppers really took effect I couldn’t imagine anything more important than getting every inch of that cock in me. His fucking was relentless now and he really slamming into my ass, pounding me so hard that I felt I was in danger of being forced through the mattress. He was still pounding away but leant forward now and started growling in my ear, “oh yeh pretty boy I am going to fill this tight little ass with cum”, “take it, you bitch”, “yeh c’mon, open that ass for my big cock” .... this dirty talk was making me so damn hard that there was now nothing more important that that cock inside me. His pace and his breathing both quickened now and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he came; I was high on poppers and lost in the intense feeling of the fucking I was receiving but still I was filled with a mixture of dread and excitement at the thought of someone cumming inside me for the first time. He was panting heavily now and pounding my ass hard, with a final hard slam into me I could feel his cock pulsing as he blew what felt like a big load of cum deep into my guts and he yelled as he came, almost screaming into my ear, “take it bitch, take my hot toxic cum!”. With a final few stabs into my ass he fell on top of me, breathing heavily, Something amazing happened while he was fucking me, without even touching myself I had cum. My own orgasm had been intense, I’d never cum without jerking myself off before and yet here I was, laid stomach down with a pool of my own neg sperm soaking into my mattress, still with this hunky guy on top of me with my guts full of poz cum and his softening cock still inside me. With a plop, his cock pulled out of my ass and he flopped over onto his back, I rolled over onto my side, revealing the cum underneath and he laughed, “I guess you enjoyed that after all”. I smiled sheepishly and nodded, feeling alive at being released from the tyranny of condoms, I HAD enjoyed it and something inside had changed and I knew I’d definitely bareback again and soon. “I have to ask you something” I said, unable to look him in the eye now. He placed a finger softly on my lips, the gesture intended to shush me, “yeh, I am poz”, he said. I sighed deeply, “I guess I expected to get it at some point but I never expected to do it so willingly” He smiled again, leant forward and kissed me gently, “you ready to go again and make sure you do convert?” I looked down and noticed he was hard again, and stroking his big tool. I only smiled and rolled over, raising my ass in the air again ……. And you know what, I was ready!

First cruising night in Berlin and I tried a visit to the bar BULL. I stripped to my jock and made my way to the dark room. There were quite a few guys around the room and a couple of guys getting fucked. I knew I had to go for it and bend over a circular table in the middle of the room if I wanted guys to understand I was the main cumdump for use. Fairly quickly I had a finger inside me performing the spunk test. As a cumdump I was disappointed not to offer a pre loaded cunt but I hadn’t had time to get loaded beforehand. The guy moved on. Then I felt I hard cock against my hole. It pushed in balls deep, he withdrew and moved on. This is part of proving you are here as a cumdump. Guys love to stand around and watch a hole take multiple strangers raw dicks. No questions asked and no rubber in sight. I took another couple of quick entries, clearly just trying to rate my hole before using it. My hole was on display for a few minutes as guys walked around looking and watching and touching. A few fingers pushed their way in. Then I had a thick meaty dry cock push at my hole and I let him. I love the sensation of a strangers dick forcing its way in. He said inserted his dick as deep as poss with a few groans then started fucking my hole. As guys watched he fucked and groaned his way until he needed to release. I was fed a cock to suck on, I opened wide and got to work on this strangers tool, with no big fuss the guy fucking me squirted his anon load inside me. He made it clear to those watching I had just been bred. The cock in my mouth was immediately pulled out and slid into the dripping cumload in my ass. Another cock found my mouth. I took another load and another and another. I counted 7 guys taking a turn in me one after the other and I never saw their faces. I had no idea who dumped a load in me or just creamed me. After taking multiple loads I needed a drink and made my way to the bar. I sat on a stool with my m8 while several guys hovered around, I’m sure spunk was dripping from my used hole as I sat at the bar in my cummy jock. After a few minutes I was ready for more cumdump action. Once again I resumed my position bent over a circular table in the middle of the dark room. Once again my hole was fingered by several guys and a rock solid cock made its way into my mouth. Looking down I recognise his l m, he had fucked me already. A complete strangers cock teased my cummy hole for a few moments before sliding in. I now had 2 cocks in my mouth and one in my hole pounding away. I think the 3 guys knew each other as they rotated around and I was made to suck the cock that had just been in my cunt. I was being fed cum ass to mouth. All three of them watched as each of them dumped a load in me. When they had done they moved away and I felt yet another cock slide in. I was fucked real hard and I could hear the cum being fucked out of me. This guy was vocal and spoke German, I have no idea what was being said but it was clear he wasn’t afraid to be watched as he issued abuse and creamed my hole. When he was done I took his load like a good cumdump. I think I took between 15-20 cocks that night and have no idea how many dumped a load in me. I walked to my hotel dripping! I love Berlin!

Ive changed the names of some of the people involved, but this is my story of the first time using T I’m going back quite a few years to tell the story of my first-time using T. My name is Ed and at the time of these events I was 35 years old, 6 years out of the military, and about 5 years out of the closet. I had a tough time coming out to myself. I was brought up thinking ‘fags are weak’ and not something to be admired. I got by telling myself its OK if I’m gay if I’m a top. So, for many years I was 100% top, hunting for bottoms with my bud John, often at the gay campground I belonged to. We’d make a game of how many bottom boys we could get in our sling in a night, making fun of how fast they’d put up their legs after a few drinks. On the leather and motorcycle weekends we had the added fun of fucking the boys in the public play space the camp set up. I was a muscled motorcycle riding tattooed furry leather bear with a thick 8” cock and 2GA PA so getting attention was never a problem. Taking a break I would watch the bottom pigs, ass up in the sling blissfully taking load after load. On the screens all around there was hardcore BB porn playing showing pigs indulging in every fetish imaginable; piss play, fisting, flogging, bondage, blindfolded cumdumps being used from both ends. My friends would say how hot it was, but then smirk and say but of course no self-respecting guy would really do all that. I’d nod in agreement, but in the back of my mind I was thinking “why the hell not?” I’d fucking love to be in that kind of no limits fuck it all kind of pig pile; not worried about who might see or what they might think. I’d experimented with bottoming when I was out of town for work. I’d have some luck, but a lot of times a guy said he wanted to top but then he'd show up and want me to fuck him. I’m not exactly submissive, but I am always eager to please so sure I’d lube up and give a good pounding. In truth I was getting tired of being the on-call top. In the meantime, I practiced with toys in private at home. About this time, I found the Breeding Zone site and started reading all the hot chem sex stories. I was always very strait laced and had only rarely tried pot. At first the stories of guys getting stealth chemmed and used as a cumdump really turned me on. I don’t know how many loads I jacked off reading those stories. Later though I realized I was really turned on by the stories of guys who embraced what they were, and open eyed begged to get turned into a chemmed up fuck hole, knowing exactly what they were getting themselves into and wanting every last greased up cock they could get. Meanwhile a good friend of mine Rick was an expert fister and while he was showing me how to fist properly, he’d insist I needed to experience at least some of what I was doing to the bottom. I agreed and soon it was obvious to him that his 100% top friend liked his hole worked on. I admitted to him that not only did I like being fucked but increasingly I’d been having fantasies about being the kind of totally used fuck hole I’d read about on Breeding Zone. He said that he knew a Master in a town about an hour away who was looking for a once-a-month pig he could turn into his slave and willing fuck-toy. He was rough but sane and if I wanted, he’d pass on my contact information. I was shaken and excited and told Rick yes, if he thought I could live up to Master Tom’s demands I’d very much want to try it. About a week later I get a text saying: You Slave! I hear you need a Master to train you to serve. I replied “Yes Please Sir! I really need to know what it is to be a hole used without limits.” Good Answer! You must always call me Sir, or Master Tom, and when were together you will always be naked. The only time I ever want to hear the word no from you slave is if I ask ”do you want me to stop?” Understood? Yes Sir! This pig is eager to become a naked slave for your use Master Tom Good! I’m free for a long weekend in two weeks. Can you come by my place one evening before then? There will be no sex, I need to inspect you and make sure I’m not wasting my time. In the meantime, send me some full body pics of yourself plus dick and ass shots. Yes, Master Tom, just tell this pig when and where to be and I will comply. A date that suited Master Tom was set and on a Tuesday evening I found myself nervously knocking at his door exactly when he ordered. A tall man in dress slacks and a white shirt answered the door. He was very clean cut and looked more like a Mormon missionary than a slave master. “So, you’re the fuck hole applicant Rick sent me. He says you don’t have any experience as a slave, but you know how to follow orders and don’t whine”. Yes Sir! I want to be a good slave but… Sir Tom stopped me with a quick slap across the mouth. “Pig you will NEVER address me unless you are fucking bare assed” “Do you understand?” I was confused for a moment then quickly stripped off my Camo shorts, tank top, jock, and jump boots. Naked in his open door I dropped to my knees for good measure and said Yes Sir! Thank you for the training, Sir. He seemed pleased and pointed to the living room, get up and walk was all he said. I walked naked into his living room and falling back on my military training stood at attention. I was rock hard! He walked around me looking me over. He kicked my legs open into a wider stance so he could thoroughly check me out. Master Tom said “let’s make this clear. I want an obedient fuck hole that knows this is all about making my cock happy.” If I accept you as a slave, you will always arrive, strip completely and present yourself for inspection. Understand you leave your clothes and rights at the door. I’m a POZ Top and I only BB. I like to parTy and I want my slave to be fucked up too. You can speak normally, what do you think of being my slave. I answered Sir, I’m NEG but understand it’s a slave’s place to take any load without question, please use and breed this pig as you want. I’ve never partied Sir and I’d do anything you ordered totally sober, but yes please put whatever the fuck you want into your pig. Turn me into your shameless tweaked up slave. Good pig. For now, you will call yourself pig. We’ll see if you earn the right to be called a slave. Your first order is for Friday evening. You have way too much hair for a slave. I’ve made arrangements with a shaving Master to make some changes for me. I’ll text you his number and you will arrange for him to shave you. I’ve already told him what I want. Then you can report to me first thing Saturday morning. Is that understood Pig? Oh fuck I thought, I’ve always been a bear. Shaving seemed a big first step, but I took a deep breath and said Yes Master, the Pig will get shaved as ordered Sir. Master Tom seemed pleased; said I was to be naked but could wear my weighted ball stretcher next time we met. I was also to remember that if we chatted online, even if only text I was to be naked when we spoke. With that he told me to get dressed and go, he’d see his new property Saturday AM. After I had dressed and was about to leave Master Tom handed me a black gift-wrapped box. He said it was for his shaving buddy and I could give it to him on Friday. The next day I got a text from Master Tom with a phone number. It said “set up your shaving session and then call me pig”. OH FUCK I recognized that number. It was my buddy John who I hunted bottoms with at camp. I knew he was into shaving his boys but never thought he or anyone I knew would be involved with this exploration of mine. This was a serious shock, I tried to think of some plausible way to get shaved without going to him, but there really wasn’t anyway around it. If I wanted to be the chemmed up fuck hole I’d been fantasizing about I’d have to man up and push through it. I called John and after some beating around the bush said “I think Master Tom set up an appointment for me to get shaved this Friday.” I asked John if he’d be OK doing that with me. John was hesitant, do you really want to be this guy’s slave? Yes John, I fucking need to feel what its like to let go and be someone’s shameless hole. I’m kind of embarrassed that you’ve been pulled into this and since we’re such good friends if you don’t want to get involved, I’ll ask Sir Tom for another barber. John thought a moment and said no he always wanted to get some clippers into my fur. He asked how he could be sure I wasn’t going to back out. I thought a moment and said John, if you do this for me, I will be glad to drive to your house fucking naked and walk in your door bare assed to prove my commitment to this. John said fucking hell yea! Good for you pig, get your bare ass up here by 7pm on Friday. Do you know what your Master asked me to shave? No John, I assumed my ass and maybe cock, but I’m ready to do what I’m told so please don’t tell me. I don’t want to chicken out. I stripped and texted Master Tom telling him I’d made the appointment. He immediately called in video mode. Sir Tom looked me up and down, said good your naked pig. I’m glad you can follow orders. Yes Sir! I explained that I knew Barber master John from camp and it was difficult to open up about what I was doing, but I really want to do this. I explained that to prove to Master John that I meant business I’d begged to drive to his house naked and ready to be shaved. Master Tom said Very Good Pig, you might just earn that slave collar sooner than I thought. Since you’ll be naked anyway, I want you to pull over about 15 minutes away from John’s place on Friday and give me a call. Understood Pig? Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir! Oh and Pig make sure you’re completely cleaned out. My pigs always suck my cock clean after I fuck them, and you will be doing that clean or not. I consider it an incentive for my Pigs to be extra clean. It’s how a hole shows its respect. As a Master I may not be so careful, you’re just a hole so what do I care? Fuuuck Yes Sir! On Friday I gassed up my truck, stripped and threw all my gear into a bag. I try not to fondle myself for the 45-minute drive to John’s place in the mountains. I’m very nervous. I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to expose the sub-pig side of me to my bud. I’ve worked really hard over the years on my hardcore top persona. About 15 minutes from John’s place, I pulled over and called Master Tom. Master Tom says let me see pig, and I show him I’m naked in the truck at an unused gas station. Good Pig, naked, the way you’re going to be the rest of this weekend. Tom says “you look a little nervous pig are you ready to go through with this? “ Sir, yes, pig is nervous, but it wants to obey so badly. That’s a good pig, now I need you to follow a few more orders. First get that gift I sent for John and open it. I’m puzzled but I comply. Inside I find a small box with four crystals of what I assume is T although I’ve never actually seen it for real. You know what that is pig? Sir I think it’s shards of T Sir. I didn’t know John used drugs. Sir, I have no idea if he does or not, but a compliant pig is my gift to him. Now pig lube up and shove one of those shards up your fuck hole as far as you can. I’m surprised this is how my first use of T is happening, but I push the fingernail sized shard up as deep as I can. I can feel a slight burn. The pig has been dosed Sir, thank you Master. That’s a good pig. Hmmm does pig think that’s enough? Master please, order your pig to do more please Sir! Fucking right pig, shove the rest of those shards in your hole. You need to get so fucking hungry for what’s coming. I push the other three slightly larger shards in and report, your pig has been dosed Sir! Thank you. My heart is racing but I don’t know if that’s the T or just the excitement. Sir orders me to lick my fingers clean. I comply. Master Tom says now get a move on pig you only have about 15 minutes before that starts to kick in. Yes Sir and thank you Master. As I drive to John’s my thoughts, which had been nervous and revolving around how embarrassing this was going to be started to change. I started to think about John pounding some willing boy while torturing his nipples. I thought how hot that would be if he put me in his sling. I began to wonder if John would get turned on by shaving me the way he did the boys at camp. He’d often try to BB them while they were distracted. I was getting so horned up by the thought of asking him to BB me, the way a slave is supposed to be used. I got to John’s house starting to really turn into a fucking pig. I walked in, saw John sitting on his barber chair like a throne, geared in leather chaps, vest, and cap. Without a second thought I stood before him, dropped to my knees, and said Please Master John, do whatever the fuck Master Tom wants done to me. Really? John said. Are you really ready for this? Fuck John, I’ve wanted this for so long. Make me into the fuck hole Master Tom wants, please I will do ANYTHING you want to show my gratitude. John laughs and said I’m really going to enjoy this, now start sucking my cock. I crawl forward and start chewing on his jock pouch. I can feel his huge dick start to get hard. I know from watching him using other boys that he loves his nipples worked on, so as I worship his cock through the jock I look up into his eyes and raise my hands to his nipples. He sees the question in my eyes and says yes pig, play with my nips. I begin to twist and work them as I fish his growing cock out of the side of his jock with just my mouth. I know it can grow to over 9 inches and I need that to happen. For 10 minutes or more I just deep throat his dick and play with his nips. I thought the shards had made me high, but they were just beginning to dissolve. A huge wave of lust hits me as I sigh and relax into my position, legs spreading a bit wider, feeling my hole start to take over. John slides his hand down my sweaty back toward my hole. I can’t help but moan as he explores my newly available hole. John stands, holds my face and says, you’re going to get what you want pig, shaved, marked, fucked, and sent away wet. He then grabbed a bottle of poppers held them to one nostril. Breathe deep pig, show me you want this. I filled my lungs deep. After a slow count of ten he pinched the other nostril and said Again! I filled my lungs deep with the fumes knowing the rush that was coming. After a count of ten he let me exhale, then almost as an afterthought put the bottle back up to the first nostril. That’s it pig, let’s get you intoxed real good. I huffed deep wanting to please this man that wasn’t a friend anymore. He was a fat cocked master that I needed to please and had to have him use me. After a few more hits John turned around and rested his arms on the barber chair. I needed no instructions; I buried my face in his ass and started rimming his hole like a starving dog. All I could think about as my head spun from the poppers and the T was how much I needed to please this man. I WANTED my bud to see I was a totally willing cock worshiping cum hungry hole. John’s hole was clean and tasted mildly of soap, but it suddenly hit me that I wouldn’t have stopped even if it wasn’t. I was really becoming the kind of pig I envied from the videos. I continued to eat John’s hole and suckle his balls while pulling on my own sensitive nipples. My cock had gone soft despite how horny I felt; the T dick I read about. That didn’t seem to matter because all that I could think about was getting my hungry hole used. John’s phone chimed and I heard him chuckling to someone. Yes, he’s here and just about totally in the zone. How much do you want me to take off? Really? Here you can tell the pig. John held his phone up, Master Tom was on the line. I looked at him with lust and tina crazed eyes and said simply Master! Master Tom said, “You’re flying high by now pig”. Tell John what you’ve done. I looked up at John and said “before I arrived, I begged Master Tom to let me shove four fat shards of T up my hole. I’ve never done tina before so now I’m high AF. I was nervous, but now I’m proud for you to see me spinning up into totally submissive pig begging to become a slave.” Nice Pig, so you’ve made sure you can’t resist anything I feel like doing to you. No Sir John, I gladly turned myself into a tweaked up obedient cock whore for you to see and use. Help me please Master Tom and show him I’m ready to be his completely obedient slave. Master Tom said perfect! Shave the pig head to toe. He can keep the goatee but trim it down. John said “Hear that pig? You’re getting it all shaved, chest, pits, ass, cock, legs…all of it!” OH FUCK! ….. Yes, please shave me down to a total slave state. Pig needs to be stripped down for Sir. Turn the pig into a hairless object, please. Master Tom says, “I wish I could watch but I’ve got things to do. Pig you won’t mind if John takes pictures for me while he works? “ No, Master Tom, John can take as many pictures as he wants while the pig gets modified for your use. Over the next hour or more John clippers and then razor shaves me from head to toe. I’ve had thick dark body hair since I was 17. I always loved being a bear, but now with the tina running through me I was totally desperate to get shaved down. While John shaved my head I sucked his cock. When he started on my pits I thought I was going to cum. He asked “how you feeling pig?” and I couldn’t stop thanking him for doing this. I so wanted to show him how grateful I was and at first timidly asked him if he’d like to fuck me when he was done. He heard the hesitation in my voice and said not backing out now are you. Fuck no John, I just didn’t want to demand anything from you, but I’d love to be strapped into your sling and have my hole opened wide by your cock. I know you try to stealth the boys at camp. You don’t need to try to trick me, I’d be proud to take your cock bare John. John reminded me he was POZ to which I said I’d be so honored to get bred by you John. I’m going to be a fucking bb slave for Master Tom. He said from now on I only get fucked bare and I don’t get a choice who fucks me. I want to look up at you while you dump a load in me. He asked me are you sure it’s not the tina talking, you might regret this in the morning? John, I reply, I’ve been taking cock in secret on work trips for years. I’ve been ashamed of it but it gets me rock hard asking to be bred. The only thing the tina is doing is helping me tell you without shame that I’m here to get dumped in by anyone and I honestly want you to bone and breed me too. “Hell then let’s get this shaving done pig!” John did a meticulous job removing all my hair then rinsed the lather off by pissing on me. I sucked his cock as he pissed, swallowing some and spitting the rest over my denuded body. Then still dripping with his piss John said get your ass in that sling, Hole. NOW! I ran across the playroom and hopped into the sling; my hungry ass just hanging over the edge of the leather right in place for easy access. I hooked my feet in the stirrups and tightened them, then cuffed my one hand. John’s like “fuck you are eager for this”. He cuffed my other hand then attached them to a bar that would hold them right at his nipples. I knew my job was to get him hard and keep him hard. He took an old dirty jock and soaked it in poppers holding it over my nose and mouth. I sucked the fumes in deep, wanting to be as fucked up for John as I could get. I heard John say something about taking pictures with my camera, and knew I’d be filmed taking his cock raw. I reveled in the complete depravity of it all. John removed the jock and stood in front of me jacking lube on his 9 incher. Talk to me pig. Tell me and the camera what you need. I looked directly into John’s eyes and said “please Sir, help turn me into a bareback cumdump, ride me raw and let me beg for your load in me.” My load? he asked. What kind of load? “Sir John, please fuck your POZ load into this pig. Convert me from a worthless neg hole into a POZed up cumdumpster proud of every load it gets!” As I begged to be violated John grew harder and harder. “Oh Fuck John, please next leather weekend at camp I need you to raw bone me in the public sling. Let the pigs see what kind of filthy hole you’ve turned me into.” That pushed John over the edge and he rammed his cock into me balls deep in one thrust. Even high on tina it fucking hurt but I didn’t stop urging him on. I lay there, ass completely owned by my bud while I worked on his nipples to get him even harder. I worked my hole squeezing and relaxing to make his fuck even better; all the while mumbling a stream of pig filth about turning into a complete and total cock slave. At that point he slowed a bit, grabbed his phone attached to the sling and turned on the camera. You’re going to want a record of this pig. Yea John, film me taking your raw cock in my hungry hole. Help break me down till I don’t care if I’m being broadcast live to complete strangers. Please, please breed this willing pig hole. Fuck feel free to offer me up online if you like. With that John grunted and began unloading deep in me. It felt awesome, being used, making a man feel good using my holes. John slowed but didn’t stop, he continued to churn to load he’d just deposited. He said, I’d love to use you all night, but I have somewhere to be. It is going on 10pm. I suddenly realized just how fucking high I still was from the tina four hours earlier. There was no way I could drive, but I didn’t want to ruin my bud’s night. John saw the worried look in my eyes and said don’t worry, Master Tom has you covered. John helped me from the sling and gave my legs a second to firm up. A moment later though I remembered my instructions and dropped to my knees to suck his cock clean. It tasted of cum, my ass juices, and a bitter taste I would learn was tina. As I cleaned him his phone chimed, and he said, “right on time; just stay there pig.” John walked out of the room and I knelt there looking at myself in the mirrors all around. I saw myself shaved down for the first time. I couldn’t help but run my hands over my smooth body, eventually reaching my wet dripping hole. My fingers went in and I moaned loudly, fuck I felt great, I was a hungry pig with a load in its hole and happy to be one. I thought about grabbing my phone but stayed put playing with my hole and licking the cum off my fingers. Suddenly I heard a new voice, deep and loud. Hell, that’s a site, a newly minted chem pig working its hole. I looked up to see a huge bear of a man in dirty jeans, work boots and a wife beater, being led into the room by John. I staired at this new arrival, mouth gaping, and whined a little in the back of my throat. John said this is Trucker Mark, he’s a friend of Master Tom. Your Master realized you’d be in no shape to drive; so, since his buddy here had to deliver a cab to the local Truckstop, he asked him to drive your car and you down to Allentown and deliver you both to Sir Tom when his shift ends. I finally swallowed and found my voice, “Thank you very much Trucker Mark! … “May I please suck your cock, Sir”

Just bred him for round one!

I love darkrooms. Taking cock after cock not knowing whose they are. Take as many loads as I can get. And then walk out with my arse dripping cum! Love it.

That can be a bit disconcerting the 1st time it happens. I was in the supermarket the 1st time I had an ass full of cum got that urge in public and luckily did make it to the washroom. If I'm not in a place where it could cause embarrassment or I have pants on that are thick enough to contain it I actually relish it. If I'm at home afterward I simply put a towel under my ass and enjoy the feeling of my wet loose hole and the inevitably cum farts.

CHAPTER 2 EV: As I woke up, I knew I wasn’t in my own bed, and something was very wrong. Nothing seemed to be wrong, other than being groggy, but I was safe and whole, still fully dressed. Then I remembered the Mr. Rugged and panicked a bit. I started to move to sit up. “Easy now, beautiful, you’re OK, and safe. You passed out on me in the truck, and since I didn’t have your home address, yet, I brought to home and put you in the guest room.” “Oh. Thank you. I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened. That’s never happened to me before.” “Here, take these ibuprofen and drink some water.” My handsome savior handed over a couple of pills and a bottle of water. I opened the bottle, popped the pills and emptied the bottle. “Thanks again” “Sure. Now, unless you want me to take you home right now, why don’t you sit up here with me tell me what you had in mind before crashing out on me.” He grabbed me and pulled me over to sit between his stretched out legs; my back to his chest. I gave out a sigh and let myself sink into his embrace. “Well, I like getting manhandled, like you just did.” He pulled my hair back and laid a kiss under my ear. “I like getting kissed under my ear, too. But really, I just like being submissive.” “That’s music to my ears.” We sat like that and chatted for bit. His scruff making my neck raw from his kissing and his rubbing. His hands roaming my chest and under my top. In no time, I was sweating and felt too hot in my skin. His touches and grunts were like sparks under my skin. I felt wired. I couldn’t stop squirming and just wanted more and more of him. BEN: I knew when the ecstasy had kicked in. My little hole was moaning and writhing in my hands. I’d had to clamp my legs over his to keep him still. It was time to get this show on the road. I moved out from under them and rolled them under me, pinning them to the mattress. Grinding against them to keep them distracted. I moved their hands over their head and before they knew it, I had their wristed secured to the cuffs on the headboard. “Hey! What the fuck!” I cut his complaint off with a kiss. “Ssssh, beautiful, and be good for me. Let me be in charge here, and I promise to make you fly.” I grabbed a handful of their head and bared their throat to me, and I went after it, sucking a nice big bruise into their skin. I grinned at myself, knowing this wouldn’t be the only bruise I left. “Stay right there, and I’ll be back for you in just a moment”. I left the room and quickly picked up a few things I wanted to use as this stage: more restraints, a gag, my bowie knife, and a blindfold. I had plenty of T and other things in the room with my Hole, already. Now my beast was ready to come out to play. I walked back into the room and sat everything down at the foot of the bed out of my Hole’s sight. I held onto the blindfold and crawled onto the bed, straddling Ev, leaning over and giving him a big wet kiss. I knew the ecstasy was in full effect as they moaned into my mouth and squirmed under me. I slipped the blindfold over their eyes with sweet talk calming their nerves. Once I had my Hole bound, blindfolded, and squirming, it was time to really get started on his training. I grabbed stuff out of the nightstand, including lube and a small plug. I lubed up the plug and leaned over and started sucking Ev’s cock while gently playing with their ass with the plug. I wanted to get them squirming and begging for more. Once I got the plug seated, I removed it and stuffed my Hole over and over; I wanted to train it to not resist. I grabbed a very well dosed booty bump and pulled the plug out, quicky replaced it with the syringe and flooded it with the chemmed saline. I forced another bigger plug up my Hole with one forceful push, eliciting a whine and moan from Ev. I left the plug for a few minutes, as I wanted the saline to properly absorb for anything more. I leaned over and gave Ev more and more kisses and spent more time sucking bruises into their tender neck and shoulders. Once I was sure thing were well absorbed based on Ev’s reactions, I grabbed the gag and calmed them with sweet talk as I gagged my Hole’s sweet mouth. At this point, it was time to really start training. I moved back down between their legs….I had pulled out a few dildos and plugs, some quite large. I had some finely crushed T on hand. I pulled out the plug from my Hole’s cunt and toyed with it…plunging it back in, making that tight rim stretch around it until it wasn’t giving me any more resistance. I rolled the tip of the plug in the crushed T and then brutally shoved it back inside the cunt, hearing Ev squeak and whine and groan around the gag in the mouth. I picked up and lubed up a fat 10” dildo. My beast was over this play and it was time to ruin. I yanked out the plug and immediately shoved the fat dildo to the hilt. I loved the sounds of pain and discomfort coming from higher up on the bed. I watched my Hole struggle to adjust, but I wasn’t letting that happen. I pulled it all the way out and before the little cunt could even close it went all the way back in. I did this over and over, again and again until I could fell no more resistance. I was growling with ever sob and jerk of this lithe body bound in this bed. Over and over….over and over, I brutalized my Hole. I grabbed another plug and coated the tip in crushed T again and forced it deep inside. My Hole wasn’t nearly out of their mind enough for what I planned next. I stepped off the bed and grabbed my knife and a torch from the bedside table. I leaned over and removed my Hole’s gag. I wanted to hear them for this part. Ev was sobbing and moaning and begging me. I was kissing them and brushing their hair back and calming them with quiet words. “It’s OK sweetheart, you were so good for me. I loved watching how your beautiful body sang for me. You’re such a sweet thing. So beautiful, so submissive, so mine.” I calmed them to the best I could given I know their cunt was stuffed and sore, knowing they were high and the chems had their body wanting something…just more of whatever something it was. “Be a good little hole for me and let your Master have you. I know you want like this next part, but I will, and I know you want to please me and satisfy me”. I stepped back and slid a little paper mask over his mouth and nose; a little paper mask that held a cotton ball soaked in poppers. My little Hole would need to a little more now. I reached over and picked up the knife, lit the torch and started running my blade through the blue flame. A huge grin crossed my face and could hardly wait.

Chapter 33 : Double Dads The next morning I woke to Marc licking up and down my back, and then eating my ass and telling me he wanted to breed me. He then leaned over and planted a deep kiss on me saying he loved me. As Marc was fucking me, my step dad woke up, and positioned his rock hard cock in Marc's ass. He just stood there letting Marc do all the work. I felt Marc shoot his load up my ass, but he didn't pull out. He remained motionless for a bit and my step dad had to start pumping. It wasn't long though before Marc started thrusting again though. My step dad pumped load number 20 in Marc's ass and then began to taste his hole, swapping his cum with me. We all dressed and headed for breakfast. Loads 21 and 22 were up Marc's ass afterwards. My step dad was the first to mount Marc. Before he did, he slipped a cruel condom on his cock. Instead of fucking him roughly as I expected he was loving and gentle. He knew that our weekend was quickly coming to an end, and Marc's hole was already battered good, yet he had to do what he had to do to accomplish my goal. Marc was also not his pig self. He was however vocal in saying things like make love to me and I love the way your beautiful cock stretches my hole. Once my step dad finished, it was my turn. The cruel condom did as intended on Marcs hole, but I grabbed the bottle brush to brush him deep where I would deposit my toxic load. Once again, Marc was not his usual piggy self. As I was breeding him, he told me he loved me and was super happy that I agreed to make him a part of his life forever. Once I finished, we once again plugged Marc's ass to let our venom soak in. My real dad stopped by and found us all in bed together naked. He was getting ready to leave the campground and was wearing a tight wife beater and a tight pair of shorts. Marc jumped from the bed and planted his lips on him. He slowly started rubbing his chest, and playing with his nipples. My real dad started stroking his hair and telling Marc he was so happy for him. He told Marc he was excited that he would soon be a part of the Brotherhood, and hopefully he played a part in it. Marc then reached down and started rubbing my real dads cock, which was straining in his already tight jeans. Marc looked him in the eyes and said make love to me one more time before you leave Sir. By now I was ass up with my step dad about to enter my ass. We moved over on the bed and invited them to join us. Marc got on the bed close to me, and started kissing me as my real dad started to strip. He then got behind Marc and started kissing my step dad. They then grabbed each other's cocks and my real dad said let's give the boys what they want. Both dads teased our holes by rubbing and slapping our asses with their cocks. My step dad started eating my ass, while my real dad removed Marcs plug and did the same. Both dads then started to finger our holes before putting their cocks in us. It reminded me of the first time my step dad made move to me. Some teasing, slow and steady fucking and romantic. Even better was the fact that my best friend was besides me, having my real dad making love to him. Confident that our combined seed would make Marc even closer to the three of us. Waiting for Marc to show signs of conversion. What more could I ask for? My step dad said he was about to cum, and my real dad said slow down, and let's try and fill the boys at the same time. Although my step dad hadn't been pumping my ass at a fast pace, he slowed down some. I was of no help as my ass was clamping down hard on his cock, being turned on by the four of us in bed, horny and wanting his seed deep in me. My real dad said he was getting close, and started fucking Marc harder, and so did my step dad. They both intended on shooting in our second holes. Both of them gave one final hard thrust as their seed flooded our guts. Load 23 was now inside of Marc. As we lay there with the two dads cocks still in us, Marc kissed me and said he wanted me to make love to him. My dad's pulled out of us, and I mounted Marc. My dad's moved to the sofa and started kissing and caressing each other as I made love to Marc. I was a bit rougher with Marc than my real dad was, and knew I wouldn't take long to fill him deeply, adding my load to my real dads seed deep Inside Marc. Before long, Marc's 24th Load was in him, and he was plugged. My real dad said he had to leave. He got dressed and planted a deep kiss on Marc saying he couldn't wait for him to be not only a part of the Brotherhood, but part of our family.

I love playing with my elastrator.

The deeper and more intense the impregnation, the better for both. I appreciate breeders who pull out carefully to leave their seed where they pumped it. I've noticed that when hung guys have impregnated me deep and they pull out, it seems to take forever for their dicks to get out of me, and the feeling is so cum-slick that my ass often spasms from the pleasure during and after they pull out. As great as multiple men's seed feels in our holes, for me, a single hung breeder who has a solid impregnation drive/kink that matches or exceeds my own (hard to imagine) and the energy, intensity, and virile seed to back it up will always be the experience I gravitate to more. Now, if he's already a father and has known good sperm it makes the impregnation so much better. Knowing and feeling how much a man wants you knocked up with their DNA matters. I bond well with men who like to know their seed is being cherished inside me as I go about my day.

Get a PA piercing and stretch it to accomodate a 0g ring. It'll look like a cute little pierced clit as it shrinks down.

I’m surprised nobody has talked about the physical sensations yet. I think the most I’ve had was 4 loads from 2 guys and I had to take the bus home afterwards - maybe it’s just me or maybe it was because of the constant movement/shaking of the bus but it was liking trying to hold in a restless shit. I could feel the loads in my rectum wanting to come out, then after a few moments of clenching my ass to keep them in they would be “swallowed” and move back in deeper, and I could hear/feel a gulp or gurgling sensation each time that happened. It was a bit nerve wracking because I was worried I was going to shit it all out on the bus but that physical sensation of having something constantly move around inside you, especially knowing it’s something that was put there by 2 other men, is extremely erotic.

This is true for me as well. It's why breeders with the complimentary drive to impregnate deeply in this very way affect me so profoundly. When a man impregnates me past the sigmoid flexure it's a deep submission and his DNA becomes a part of me. For shallower breedings, I've had up to 14 loads from 3 men in a 3 hour session. That was great fun and made my hole feel slick, silky inside, and very supple with all the tension pounded out of it by each breeder. Most recently I took 8 loads in a six hour session from well over a dozen breeders, I was amazed how relaxed and good my hole felt that evening and the next day. No soreness at all. I'm built and wired to retain mens DNA so, except for what escapes on his dick as he pulls out, I keep it all inside me. Even with the large number of cocks I took that evening and the enthusiasm they showed my hole, my hole kept that precious seed inside me.

Ditto this. Also depends on the Tops Cock length and whether He is seeding me past the 'second hole' (the sigmoid curve). For me, once it gets past that curve, it's not gonna come back out or "leak." If it doesn't get past that curve, even if i sleep with the cum inside of me over night, it comes back out eventually. my sense is, if it gets past the curve, i absorb the seed and am impregnated by Him... which "feels" awesome. For me though, it's not all about the cum. Don't get me wrong, i love and crave a Mans seed inside of me... i'm one of those guys who doesn't hesitate to empty a found condom into my hole. But when it comes to fucking? The dynamic meeting mutual need/desire is trump for me and that is more expressed in receiving a Tops pleasure and orgasm into me than the actual evidence of that (i.e., His cum). p.s. no matter how deeply i've been bred, i always clench and try to retain every drop... i don't want it to leak out

Chapter 32: Pig Fest We headed to Fantasyland and Marc was horny as hell. As soon as we got there, he wanted seeded, and he got more than that! We headed directly to the restroom, but the only time we went into a stall was to retrieve a roll of toilet paper which we shoved in his mouth as a gag, before putting him on the sink to breed him. Anyone who came in was invited ro piss on him, and everyone did. After both my dads and i seeded him, we headed back for the pig fest. Marc was put on a leash and led back to the crabin, completely naked, soaked in piss and plugged with our three loads in. The Pig Fest was amazing! Everyone there had a great time. There was fisting, fucking and felching. Someone even brought a fuck machine, which I tried for the first time after I had several loads in me. Marc took 2 more of our loads there. My real dad wanted to add another to him, but Marc would have to wait until we got back to our cabin for that. In fact he told us he wanted both of my dad's in him together. Why hadn't I thought of that? He already had me and my step dad in him together. After they planted 2 more loads in Marc, totalling seventeen, he said he wanted me and my real dad in him together. I have to give it to my real dad. For an older guy, he could have several back to back sessions. Loads 18 and 19 went in, and we were all spent. We decided to hang on the porch naked some and just relax. I told Marc it was kind of ironic that he had taken 19 loads, which was our age when we started experimenting. He smiled and said we aren't done yet are we? I said probably for the night, butt there was always tomorrow. We headed inside, and simply got in bed and made out some. Talked about the weekend and how great it has been. The three of us had a nice romantic time. Sure the sex was great, but we told Marc we had likely accomplished what we had hoped to. I saw a side of Marc I'd never seen before. Up until now, he had been a poz seeking pig, but now he was very romantic. He told me that he loved me, and was so happy that he decided to let me be the one to gift him. I reminded him i had some help from my two dads. And he said yes, but your real dad infected your step dad, who infected you. I said true, but I'm sure there are still some other strains you've collected in their loads. At first I thought Marc was angling for 2 more loads, but he wasn't. He did get two more, however in his mouth. It was actually by my suggestion and not his. I told him I knew his ass had to be quite sore, so we'd give it a rest for the night, but a good blow job always helped me to sleep much better.

Working from home today, earlier this morning I had a really good hard fuck with one of my friends. Simon and I have been friends for many years and I discovered to my surprise a few months ago that he's really into risky bareback sex and we've been having a lot of fun ever since. This morning he brought one of his colleagues with him and I sucked them both, rimmed them both and then pulled down my pants and trousers and bent over my desk. Simon held my cheeks apart as his colleague went up me. He gave me a good hard fuck and shot his load up me and then Simon took over and added his load. I've just come out of a Zoom meeting with other managers - love the fact that none of them knew I was sitting there with a really cummy arse.

Damn, I really need to expand my horizons on darkrooms. I'm pretty sure I prefer the visual stimulation, but can definitely comprehend the appeal you describe and have experienced a handful of times at a darkroom in LA, a lot of my opinion was formed based on the only darkroom I have regularly frequented, which was at Hawks PDX, which was never completely dark and very rarely experienced the type of activity you described. I did post a thread that is essentially about darkroom etiquette here.

PART 4 Justin, Mike and I just laid on the bed all high as fuck and we passed the bong around and gave each other shotguns. They both made sure that I got shotgunned by both of them, and I wasn’t complaining. I felt amazing and my ass was on fire. I had a big plug in it to keep their loads inside but it was aching for more cock to use it. I felt incredibly trashy, but safe with these older men who seemed to know what they were doing. I was just along for the ride. Well, as long as the ride involved cock up my ass as much as possible. My phone buzzed and it was Jake saying he was at the hotel and on his way up. Justin laughed nervously and said “oh shit, what have I done,” and Mike tried to reassure him. Even spun out of my head, I could see that it might be best if Jake didn’t just bust in on the three of us naked, high and smelling like sex. I told them to both go take a shower. They laughed and went to rinse off. I made sure to tell them both not to use any soap on their nuts, butts or pits. I wanted them to smell amazing. Jake’s knock came on the door and they both stood up, went to the large bathroom and closed the door. I decided to just wing it and answer the door naked. He knew what he was coming over for, just not ALL of it. I looked through the peep hole and there he was. Looking pretty sexy. I opened the door, hiding my junk behind it while we said our hellos, so I didn’t flash some unsuspecting person in the hallway. Jake was wearing little shorts, a tank top and not much else. He was about my height, 5’4” tall and thick around the middle, but also muscled, with big legs. Like me, he was very furry for a young guy, and I found myself getting really turned on, but of course my cock wouldn’t get hard because of the T. He nervously looked around and said “where are the other guys?” I laughed to put him at ease and said they were in the shower rinsing off after round one. I brazenly told him that they had both fucked me and turned around to show him the buttplug in my ass. He touched it and I moaned. “That’s so fucking hot,” Jake said. “I really wanna fuck you, dude. I’ve been wanting to hook up with you since we first flirted online.” He grabbed me behind the head and pulled my face to his, rubbing his goatee against mine and kissing me deeply. I could smell the scent from his unwashed pits and pulled away from his kiss to deeply inhale his amazing scent. This boy smelled great, and his armpits were making my hole ache for more cock. Jake quickly pulled off his tank and shorts and he was just wearing a really sexy yellow jockstrap with a very full pouch. His cock was already rock hard. He whispered in my ear, “dude, I wanna fuck you so bad.” And gently pushed me back toward the bed and fell on top of me. We continued to make out and when we came up for air he saw the bong not he bedside table and said “fuck, dude you party too? Let’s get FUCKED up and fuck all night!” He grabbed the bong and lighter and took a huge hit, shotgunning it back and forth with me until it was gone. Then we did another, and another. I just kept getting more and more spun out of my head from the shotguns and booty bumps. I could hear the shower stop and a minute later I heard the door open. Jake’s back was to the door and I saw Mike stick his head around the corner and give me a look as if to say “well? Now?” I responded by nodding slightly so he knew that it was time. Then he quietly walked up behind Jake, who was laying on top of me making out, and lightly pinched his nipple. Jake moaned a little bit and turned to see who the intruder was. He almost jumped off the bed. “Uncle Mike? What the fuck!? What are you doing here?” Mike just laughed and said ”It’s ok, Jake, I’m here for what you’re here for. This sexy little piece of ass. Adam and I have been fucking for a while and when my buddy came to town I invited Adam over to have a threeway.” Jake still looked astonished to see his Uncle in the room and Mike sat down on the bed and pulled Jake to him, burying his nephew’s head in his hairy chest and kissing the top of his head. “I’ve hoped this might happen for a while now, Jake. I’m glad it is. I’ve always thought you were a hot little fucker. Having to shave at 14 and back hair at 17 meant you were going to turn out to be a really sexy. You definitely got the family hair genes.” Jake just laughed and said “I can’t believe it. I’ve been fantasizing about you my whole life. I jerked off so many times as a teenager remembering a glimpse I caught of you changing into your speedo!” Mike grabbed Jakes head and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss and when they separated he said “I know we’re going to have a great time tonight. Are you ready for one more?” Jake laughed and looked at him and said “fuck yeah. Let’s get this party started.” Justin was obviously listening in on this conversation through the open bathroom door, and he came walking across the room with his big uncut daddy cock swinging in front of him. “Is there room for one more?” Justin laughed as Jake’s jaw hit the floor for the second time in under 5 minutes. Mike’s “buddy” had arrived.

BEING A BERLIN CUMPIG… AGAIN! The following night I wanted more. We started in a bar called New Action and my m8 eyed up a fit guy in his 30s sat drinking on his own. He was horny as fuck looking in his tight jeans and white Nike trainers. When he moved to the toilets I followed him. He stood there rubbing his crutch. I knelt down in front of him and unzipped his jeans. He had the tightest white boxers hiding a boner. I pulled at the front of them and unleashed his dick. He pushed it into my mouth and as I sucked his bell end I undid his belt. I pulled his jeans and boxers down and I sucked him good. As I worked his cock in my mouth he told me I looked a filthy pig when he saw me at the bar. I sucked away until we were being watched by a few guys, he then pulled away and left. I headed back to the bar with my m8 oblivious. Soon after we moved next door, the bar I had been ass up and a cumdump the night before, Bull. I stripped to my jock again, handed in my clothes and enjoyed a drink at the bar. I told my m8 I was going for a wonder but in effect I wanted loading. I got to the dark room and there were plenty of guys standing around. I bent over the bench as I had done the night before. A guy stood in front of me, so I was starring at his crotch while he wanked. I moved my head to get my mouth closer but the tease took a small step back so he was out of reach. Then I heard a German accent from behind me ask, ok to fuck you? I loudly responded, fuck, yes please. He stuffed his solid dick inside me and started fucking me. Now the guy in front stepped forward and inserted his creamy wanked cock in my mouth and made the most of the pounding rhythmic thrusts, so I was sucking him deep every time the guy went balls deep. Once again guys gathered round to watch. The guy fucking me stopped and pulled out, I have no idea if he unloaded but the cock I had been sucking now moved round behind me and slid into my hole. He fucked hard and fast and definitely bred me while the group watched. I had what I wanted, at least one load inside me. As soon as he pulled out I felt a tongue in my ass. A guy was now on his knees rimming my used hole and eating cum I had fucked into me. He stood up and slid his dick into me and gave me a fucking, then he was back on his knees again. He repeated this several times, eating my ass and creaming cum. When he stopped I stood up and casually walked back to the bar for a drink. I was getting cocky knowing my hole was an easy target for so many random cocks. I sat with my m8 with a freshly used cummy hole having a pint, and fucking loved it. After 10 mins I was ready to be a slut again. I walked back to the darkroom and there was plenty of fucking going on around the room so I sat and watched and wanked and fingered my hungry hole. After about 10 mins the bench was free, so once again I took my position bent over it. I was face down when I noticed the trainers on the guy from the bar next door earlier, in front of me. Both of my holes were vacant, but my ass was dripping. He stepped forward and again placed his cock in my mouth. I enthusiastically sucked him again. When he had finished using my mouth he swapped ends and slid his dick into my cum loaded hole. It felt amazing and I had hoped I would get a chance to take it. He just made sure his cock was covered in cum and the swapped ends again. He lent over and told me to clean it up and called me faggot. I happily ate the cum from my cunt and licked him clean. Then he went back inside me again for another coating. Once again I was fed spunk from my hole. While he was in my mouth a random strangers dick forced itself unexpectedly into my cunt. It was rock solid, thick and felt sleazy. Sure enough this guy was serious. I was pounded real hard and with a random rhythm. He put on a show and attracted attention. He grunted loudly and uttered in German, that I didn’t understand, my guess was that it was abuse there were a few guys watching him as his pounding got louder and louder and harder. He gave one of the hardest and most frantic fucks I can remember, he fucked like a machine. Just as I had imagined a sleazy German bar fuck would be. He rode my hole in front of everyone and made me his bitch. I was rewarded for totally giving in and taking it when he unleashed a hot load and flooded my cunt with his cum. When he pulled out he lent over and told no me I had a great fuckable cunt! Praise indeed. I loved that there were so many guys offering their cocks and loads and not a condom in sight! Just how it should me. Once again I felt a hard cock plow my cunt. Once again I sniffed my poppers and let them use me, no questions asked. I have no idea how many cocks or loads I took but it was pretty constant. Eventually I noticed 2 lads with American accents with their cocks out in front of me. I had already sucked them both in turn while they watched a couple of other guys fuck me. Now I heard them talking to each other, one said to the other, make him suck us both at the same time. I responded by opening my mouth as wide as possible. I managed to have them both in my mouth but the rhythm from the fucking I was getting made it difficult to maintain. After a few minutes one of them instructed the other, ‘go slide your cock in him! Sure enough he did as he was told, when a guy pulled out he slid in and I was then being spit roasted by them. From listening to them talk to each other it was clear they were a couple and each one liked to tell the other what to do. I heard him say ‘go balls deep in him’ and ‘fuck his throat deeper’. They changed ends a couple of times and liked me sucking the cock that had just fucked me. I was only too happy to oblige. Eventually one of them told the other, ‘Go on, dump your load in him’. He used my cunt to get off and unloaded a full load while his boyfriend watched. There’s something incredibly horny about taking a guys load while his boyfriend watches. When he was done he pulled out and told his boyfriend it was his turn. Again, they swopped ends and was given a cum dripping cock to clean up while he watched his other half fuck and then dump a load in me. With my cunt dripping from their cum I was done. I had been fucked and bred by so many anon cocks and not a rubber in sight! I loved my Berlin breeding! I’m tempted to book my regular sexual health checkup, can’t wait to find out what souvenirs I collected! 😈

Chapter 4: The Birth of a Pig Chase pulled his hand out of my mouth, and I looked up at him needing more. I was lost having become officially his, and I didn't want to return back into my own being. I loved having my choice, agency, and self taken away. It was the most comforting feeling I had ever experienced. Chase pulled me up. "I'm going to get something, and I need you to be patient. If you're good, I'll reward with you with such pleasure that ends in a gift that you will never forget." I didn't know what Chase meant, but I loved the sound of it. "Okay. Anything you want, Chase." "Lucas, I need your complete trust. You can't freak out, or question me no matter what. I need you to hand everything over to me. If you can do this, I can set you free. What do you say? This sounded terrifying because I had no idea what Chase had in mind. What was I doing? Who was I? Just a few hours ago I was a heteronormative male who was excited to move to Vermont. I thought it would be a great place to find a down-to-earth girl, marry her, and start a family. And yet here I was with another guy's cum in my hair, and a deep desire to become something other than myself. While it was terrifying, a different path was being dangled in front of me, and I knew I couldn't walk away from it. "I'm yours." Chase smiled, "I knew you couldn't say no. I know what you need more than anyone else." He was right. "Now, I have to go downstairs and get something, and I need you to be a good boy and wait here. Remember, don't go back into your head. Stay here with me in this moment. You don't think, just do." Chase quickly put his clothes back on and walked toward the door. Before he left he turned to me and said, "No thinking." When Chase closed the door, I rushed to the window to see where he was going. Maybe I could figure out what he was getting. I saw him walk out ground floor door, walk a few doors over. There was a homeless man sitting on a stoop, and Chase stopped to say something to him. What was happening? Why was Chase talking to this filthy, cracked out guy? I watched as Chase gave the homeless man some money, and in return the man gave Chase a bag. Holy shit! Did Chase just buy drugs off some random dude living the street!?!? Fuck. What had I gotten myself into. My heart was beating so hard it felt like my eyes might pop out of my head. As Chase turned around, to walk back toward my apartment, he glanced up at the window and shot me his beautiful smile. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What do I do? Should I lock the door, take a shower, crawl into bed, and pretend like this never happened. Or do I do what felt so right, and follow Chase's commands. I sunk down onto the couch, paralyzed by my conflicting thoughts. I heard the door open, and in walked Chase. "Lucas, I see what you're doing." Chase walked over to me and sat down. He grabbed my face so I was looking right into eyes. "I told you to stop thinking. There is nothing to consider. You have no choice here but to submit." He pulled me in to a deep kiss. My mouth opened and his tongue entered. My mind went blank, and that intoxicating feeling swept over me again. I pulled Chase toward me, and he wrapped his big arms around me and pulled me into his wide chest. I was gone. "This is your new life, Lucas. By the end of tonight, you'll be so far gone, you can't go back. I'm going to make you into a cum dump pig, and you're going to beg me to do it. You're going to love it. Now, I need you to come to the end of the couch and climb on all fours." I didn't blink. I got up, and pushed my ass into the air. Chase went into my kitchen. I could hear him opening up drawers and doors. I heard him walk back over to me, and I felt Chase rub something cold onto my ass. Then I felt an object being pressed against my ass. "Push out like you're going to take a shit." Suddenly the object popped into my ass. I heard Chase open up a water bottle, and began to pour it into what I now realized was funnel. "Now you're going to hold this water in you for 10 seconds, and you're going to position yourself over this bowl. Then I want you to release the water." What was happening? "Here we go." I felt full, but just when I thought I was going to explode, I felt Chase put the bowl against my ass. I positioned myself so I was over it, and I released. "Good," said Chase. He walked into the bathroom, and I heard him empty the contents into the toilet and flush. We did that several more times. Chase rubbed my back affectionately and said, "Now you're ready. Lucas, do you trust me? Are you willing to become a part of me?" No thinking. "Yes. Fuck yes." Again, I felt Chase apply lube onto my virgin hole, and slowly insert a finger into me. He slowly pushed it all the way into me, and twisted it. At first it hurt, and then I remembered I wasn't supposed to think. So I went blank, and my ass opened up for him. Then the pain turned to pleasure. He slowly withdrew his finger. I heard him rustling with a plastic bag. "This is beginning of your new life, Lucas." I felt a sharp pain, and realized that Chase was sliding whatever was in that bag into my ass. Wow, that was a burning I couldn't ignore. Wow. "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed. "Just sit with it. It will dissipate. Give it a minute." Suddenly, the fire died down, and a rush like I've never felt came over me. And in that moment, I was no longer Lucas. My identity was gone. All I could think about was my hole. I couldn't stop opening it. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I needed my hole to be filled with anyone, or anything. Fuck! It was incredible. "Chase, please flood my hole. Fuck. Please. Fuck. I need it so bad. Oh my fucking god. Please, Chase." "Welcome, pig. Now that you're awake, it's time to set you free."

I got to the Baths around 5 p.m. and started breeding almost immediately. I lost track of how many, but I know I shot at least half a dozen Loads, including a couple in a Bottom who was one of my regulars. They were all hot Fucks, but the last one was an almost spiritual exercise. That would never have happened a month ago, but I've become addicted to Gifting. Now I'm a Man on a Mission. It was almost 3 a.m.; and I was dead tired, but determined to spew my Venom into one more Pussy. After several passes through the corridors and Maze, I found my Mark. He was on hands and knees in his room, Butt in the air, Lube on the mattress, and no Condoms in sight. I invited myself in and fingered his Hole. It was dry. I would be his first Load of the night. I love shoving my Dick into a Butt full of Jizm—the World's Best Lube—but being first gave me the chance to stretch and tear his Hole so that my POZ Bug could work it wonders. Absolutely Awesome! Before I could mount his Ass, though, Mark moved his hot wet mouth to my huge Pig Nips and began sucking and chewing. Fuckin' Fabulous! Most guys go right for the Dick, but my Nips are even more sensitive than my Cock, and getting them pulled and twisted gets me even harder. After a bit I pulled up his head and pushed my tongue into his tonsils. We frenched like there was no tomorrow. The Chemistry was there, and I knew this was going to be ONE REALLY GREAT FUCK—one which would make it easier for me to Honor My Commitment. Mark was a white lad, early 20s, slim and lightly muscled—no Twink, but close to it, who was gonna get a Load of Daddy's POZ Jizm. I'm 41, Latino, 5'10", almost 190 pounds of solid muscle, and a PURPOSELY POZZED NEG who was about to REPLICATE THE RITUAL. "Oh fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! I need your fucking Dick SOOOOO BAD!" I flipped him over and hoisted his slender, shaven legs to my shoulders and my Dick was drooling Slime on his Pussy when the goddamned Mark whipped out a Condom. Fuckin' Tease! Had it been earlier, I would have stormed out of there in pursuit of other Prey, but late as it was, I didn't want to take the chance of cummin' up with nothin'. So in one fell swoop I shoved my bare Dick up to the Pubes in Mark's Rectum. His looseness and my ease of penetration convinced me the Queen had been around the block before and whetted my appetite to put him out of his misery. As the element of surprise succumbed to the discomfiture of unlubed Coitus, I suspected Mark had gleaned my motivation—the way he struggled. It took all of my strength to pin him down. He tried to push me off, but I proved by far the stronger. "Sorry, Fucker. I don't do Rubbers." I held him tight as his Hole ripped and tore before my rapacious Onslaught. "BAREBACK ONLY!" He grunted and tried to push me off with his legs. "C'mon, Bitch, you know you want it! A minute ago you were begging me to screw you! You know you fuckin' need it!" But, clearly, he was having second thoughts , so I tried to be more tactful. "Come on, Baby. Take Daddy's Dick. You know you want It. You got a real sweet Pussy there, and Daddy wants to make both of us feel good." A little flattery—and Mark was babbling like a baby. "Oh God, Daddy, I need your Cock in me so bad! Please fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!" Mark worked my Nips moaning like a Bitch in Heat. My Dick was rock hard, partly due to the unlubed friction of his Hole, but mainly because I'd contemplated POZZING his Dumb Ass. The guy was NEG--or thought he was—if he wanted me to use a Rubber. I strove harder to remove all doubt as to what happens to a fuckin' horny Bareback Bottom at the Tubs. "I'm gonna seed your Pussy, Boy, know that? You're gonna get Daddy's Charged Cum deep in your Ass. That's what you really want, don't you, you fuckin' Bitch? You want Daddy to seed and breed you like the fuckin' Little Whore you are." "Oh yeah, Daddy! That's what I want! I want you to fuck me! But please, Daddy, PULL OUT before you Cum. P-U-L-E-A-S-E !" Fucking Little Fool! Was he for real? Did he really think I'd pass up the opportunity to POZ his stinkin' Butt? Long as I live, I'll never understand these simple-minded Faggots who think they can bareback night after night and stay NEG. "Sorry, Fucker. I don't do Rubbers, and I don't pull out. You're getting Daddy's Dick and Load, just like you deserve It. Get ready, Boy, cause I'm gonna breed your Ass!" He just kept moaning and pushing up to meet my thrusts. "HERE IT CUMS, QUEER BOY! Here Cums Daddy's Creamy Seed infiltratin' your NEG Pussy! Goddamn, yeah, Motherfucker! I'm spraying my Stud Juice deep up your Hole, R-I-G-H-T T-H-I-S M-O-M-E-N-T !" Walking around almost an hour before I met this Kid, obsessing about this very special moment, I'd worked up a helluva Charged Load. I juiced the whole inside of his Pussy with POZ Seed, so much so my Balls spasmed over and over and I thought I'd never stop shooting. I shoved my tongue deep down his throat and thrust my hips against his fragile body, intent on planting so much goddamned Virus in his Gut he'd taste It in his Gullet. I kissed him passionately, telling how good he felt, determined to massage my Venom into his Ass Walls and from there into his Capillaries. "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, Oh, Daddy," he kept chanting, too shocked or awed, or maybe both, to do anything but lie there and take It as the devastation of his Stupid Faggot Body commenced. I couldn't remember when I'd experienced such an Orgasm, but it was past; and suddenly I wanted out of there in the worst way, and the Mark I'd just bred seemed SOOOOO REPULSIVE. I wondered if he'd Cum, but then I realized I didn't give a Shit.

Looking back some five years ago, I was such an idiot back then! Not because I lost my neg status one night, but that I didn't get in to horny and wild raw sex at a much earlier age. You see, as of age 26, I was a a classic time wasting guy. I'd hang out with my straight friends, come home, turn on the laptop and chat to some hot guys. I'd lead them on with talk about using my tight hole and sucking them dry. This would last for hours, then I'd shoot my load, and flick the power off without even so much of a goodbye. I had cum, so I was done. Of course I would hook up with guys, but these were guys I picked up in bars, clubs or out and about. I was lucky, I have dirty blonde hair a defined body due to my love of sports and an ass that fills a pairs of jeans very nicely. I started chatting to a 56 year old guy on BBRT. He was older but hot - sort of perfect looking in a really non-perfect way. He was too young to be a daddy, too old to be a jock, a muscular rugby type with definition but not gym-obsessed, sporting a healthy amount of chest hair with a few tattoos scattered about. My dick got instantly hard when I first saw his pics: his cock was thick, eight inches, and 8" dick, negative and he described himself as 'somewhat kinky'. In addition, he lived some 45 minute from me, which meant I was close enough to stimulate some interest, but far enough away to discourage an immediate offer of a hook-up. In short, I could put off meeting until I got my rocks off. I did my usual "hey, great profile, wanna chat?" Within minutes his first reply came through "Hell yeah! You've got an ass I could eat for hours". I was in a very horny mood that night and gave him my Skype ID so we could cam together. His body and cock were beautiful, and we jacked off together on cam, our conversation getting dirtier and dirtier. He kept telling me how he wanted to bend me over and fuck me. I kept willing him on, teasing him by playing with my hole, telling him how much I wanted him. He ended up shooting a HUGE load over his furry chest and within second my hands were covered in my own cum. We said bye and logged off. I showered and slept but woke next day with a raging hard on that could only be satisfied by jacking off to the memory of the hot cam session from the night before. We kept in touch and had a few more session, each of which got nastier and nastier until bareback sex was the major thrust of our conversation. I encouraged him by telling me how I love being fucked and how I want to take anonymous cum and have a top guy use me. This turned him on a huge amount! I was a pro at cyber sex and knew how to work a guy's buttons. Once again he spurted a HUGE load whilst moaning how he wanted to fill my raw hole with his cum. Unusually after this session we stayed online and started chatted about life, hook-ups, boyfriends, turns ons, etc. We must have chatted for over an hour with the time passing by. Two days later I was in a bar and my pocket vibrated. I found this Skype message: "Hey bud, u free and online?" I replied "Sorry, m8. Out drinking tonight" I didn't think anything of it until I was headed home, having had a bit too much to drink, and my dick stirring in my pants. Checking my phone, I found this message: "Hey bud, I really need to shoot my load... and i dont mean on cam. Lets fuck for real." Without even thinking I replied "Yeah that's long overdue. Come and fill my tight hole". This went on for another 15 minutes or so until, without giving the matter proper consideration, I sent him my address and told him to head over. After all, what was the problem? I was really horny, I really wanted to hook up, he seemed a decent guy, was clearly horny himself, and so we would satisfy each other's needs - at least for the night. He arrived just after 1:00 AM. I had already stripped to my boxers, and he did likewise. The outline of his hard cock clearly visible. "Hey bud, lets make his horny and like we spoke about" he said, pulling a blindfold from the pocket of his jeans. I nodded and obliged, without being able to see anything I sucked his dick and it was the most amazing experience ever. Using my hands, tongue and mouth to explore him. My cock was twitching and dripping precum without even touching myself. His hard uncut dick tasted great, and, as he gently pushed the back of my head, I sucked his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. After a few minutes he then turned me over and rimmed my hole very deeply. In fact his tongue action was blowing my mind. I wanted him to fuck me so much, so I was not surprised when I felt his hard head pushing against my hole. Still I was in command of myself enough to stop him, saying "Sorry man, but I only fuck safe. Can you rubber up there are some on the side?" "Huh?? But we met on a bareback site and talked about me fucking you raw and I'm neg and 100% clean." "Erm.. yeah.. well I was just kinda horny and said that. Let's fuck rubbered up and may be next time we can go bare. Once I know you better". Still blindfolded, I could hear him grab a packet from the side table, and rip it open. I reached behind me to feel the condom on his cock. I lubed myself up again and felt him slide inside. His dick was a lot thicker than I realized (or my hole was tighter!) In any event it felt great! It was the perfect balance of pleasure and pain. He continued fucking me for about 20 minutes, fast, slow, sometimes pulling out, sometimes balls-deep in my ass. Occasionally I'd reach round, seemingly to guide his dick, but in reality to check he was still wearing the rubber. Each time he told me to breathe, relax and enjoy! I was getting closer and closer but more importantly my arse was getting sore so I couldn't last much longer. "Need a minute?" he asked, pulling out and stopping for a minute. "Nah, I'm good man, but I can't hold off much longer" He just chuckled and slid straight back in to my arse. After another couple of minutes of fucking I could feel his dick shudder. He screamed "Fuck yeah man, take my hot load". That did it for me and I blew my own load straight away. Still horny he turned me around and got me to suck his dick clean. Only then did I realize he wasn't wearing a rubber. "Hey man, what did you do with the rubber?" "Oh, I got rid of that before loading you." I stopped sucking and removed the blindfold. The first thing I saw was a tattoo of a scorpion just above his dick. It was tiny, sitting at the very base of his still hard dick. "Oh by the way kid, I guess we're both not honest with guys - I've got a POZ sting in my tail." With that he grabbed his clothing and left. I didnt know what to do. My mind was all over the place. Was he lying, will I convert, what had I done?? So I did the only thing I could do in that situation.... I started jacking, fingering my hole and shot a massive load with the knowledge that I had a huge thick POZ load deep inside of me..... ;-)

Multiple loads from new cocks, always.

Mine was certainly dripping after that… so many loads of strangers! 😈😈😈

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As a bottom, I still have rights. At least in my scenes. I will not allow a condom up my ass. I would rather get up and walk out, than allow him to wrap it up. Same thing as a top, I have aI will not allow a condom up my ass. I would rather get up and walk out, then allow him to wrap it up. Same thing as a top, I have walked out of a bedroom and gone home instead of acquiescing to his request that I use a rubber.

Facts! I got loaded up on Wednesday and as he was dressing the next came in and I started riding him. He grabbed my ass and pounded the fuck out of me until he came and it was straight heaven

Some guys have driven me absolutely wild from rimming me, others not so much. Maybe it depends on how horny I am to start, or their technigue, but when it's good...its fucking good!!!

Just looked at your pics. You have NOTHING to be ashamed of. You are plenty sexy. Don't let all those porn actors, movie stars, content makers, and AIs distort your sense of self-worth.

This story is a great re-read. Giving it a bump!

Part 2: The Serum Dose 1: Eli had always been skinny, a fact that he hated. All through high school he’d been the runt. Small and thin, he’d never drawn the attention of a single girl he’d been attracted to. Even after his growth spurt at seventeen he was still just as thin, just as lanky, and just as uncomfortable in his skin. He’d started trying to lift weights when he’d gotten to college. He spent hours in the gym, watched all sorts of YouTube videos on bulking, ate anything he could get his hands on, all to no avail. He was still just as skinny, and in his own, mind deeply unattractive as ever. He was of course wrong, if he’d have just looked around and opened himself to possibilities he would have found plenty of people who were interested in him. It was, however, his inability to do just that that changed his life forever. It was his shortsighted desperation to be the jock he thought he had to be that would lead him to Dr. Marks’ offices. He’d seen a flyer at the school gym pinned up to a notice board over the water fountains. “Paid medical research study: looking for participants to test a new work out supplement. Results may vary, but pervious studied showed marked rapid muscle growth in the majority of participants.” That was all it took to ensnare young Eli. At twenty-one he was just old enough to participate. He nervously read through the stack of papers the guy behind the reception desk had given him. Risk wavers, information about what how often he’d need to come in for assessment, dosage instructions. It was a daunting list. He pushed his wire framed glasses back up his nose and slowly read on. It took almost a half an hour for him to finish the whole stack, but in the end he signed the final page and handed the over stretched clip board back to the receptionist. “Wonderful,” the receptionist had said in a light, lilting voice. It was obvious to Eli this guy was gay but he didn’t think much of it. “I’ll take these back and we’ll see you in just a moment.” He got up from the desk and disappeared through a side door. Eli sat back down looking around the bland unadorned waiting room. After a few minutes the receptionist reappeared, “Come on through, Dr. Marks will see you now.” Eli got up, his hands were shaking a little. He’d never done anything like this before. He followed the man through the door into a narrow hall. It looked like the back of a small doctor’s office. One side of the hall was lined with small exam rooms, each with a desk, an exam table and a couch. The receptionist walked halfway down the hall and showed Eli into a room. “Make yourself comfortable Dr. Marks will be with you in just a minute.” Eli sat down on the couch and waited. There came a knock on the door, and after a brief pause, it opened. A tall man, in his mid-forties with a nicely trimmed beard and graying temples walked in. He smiled a broad toothy smile at Eli and took a seat at the desk. “Alright…” he looked at the clipboard in front of him, “Eli. Nice to meet you, I’m Dr. Marks.” He extended his hand to Eli. Eli shook it, feeling himself dwarfed by the man’s stature. “So excited to have you with us. Let me tell you a little bit about the project. I’m working on behalf of a major supplement company, and we are working on a new workout supplement. To tell you the truth this stuff is usually so untested it’s shocking, but we want to have a real scientific backing for this product. We’ve already done one round of trials with pretty promising results. Some refinement had been made to the formula and we’re ready to try it again. “Now, I cannot promise you’ll become the hulk over night, but this product did show marked muscle growth in the vast majority of participants who continued a rigorous workout routine. You’re probably thinking, ‘Dr. Marks that sounds too good to be true, surely there are some terrible side effects.” Well rest assured, as you saw in the literature my receptionist Toby gave you the documented side effects were negligible. Things like an upset stomach or the odd headache. The worst we had in the last trial was someone experiencing some intense gastrointestinal distress that cleared up as soon as the supplement cleared their system.” “How this will work is, my assistant Max will come in and do some measurements, and take some before photos of you. I’ll then a look at them and make sure you’re right for the study and if you are you’ll take your first dose here before you leave. After that you’ll come back every three days for a new dose, and to pick up a check from Toby. You’ll be paid one hundred per visit. So, over the course of the three week trial that’s eight hundred dollars. That all sound reasonable?” “Yeah… uh… I guess so.” “Great! I’ll have Max come in and we can get started. Talk to you soon Eli.” Then Eli was alone in the exam room again. His heart was in his chest. It seemed too much to hope for, but maybe this was it, maybe this was his way to the body he’d always wanted. “Hi there, I’m Max,” the warm voice broke Eli out of his thoughts and back to the present. A man, probably in his mid-thirties, with short dark hair and a five o’clock shadow had strolled into the room. He had a clip board and a digital camera with him. “You must be Eli. Great to meet you, so happy to have you here with us. Now did Dr. Marks explain to you what I’m going to be doing today?” “Kinda.” “Great. So I’m going to ask you some questions about your workout regimen, your history with exercise, get height and weight that sort of things, and then take some before photos of you for our records.” “Ok, cool.” “So, if you’ll strip down to your underpants we’ll get you weighted. Its important that we have a really accurate measurement, we don’t want to skew the data with heavy jeans.” “Right. Of course.” Eli stood up slowly. He’d never loved taking his clothes off in front of people. He glanced at Max and cursed inwardly, even with the cable knit sweater he was wearing it was obvious that Max was a thick muscled man. Still he took a deep breath, and stripped down. He felt awkward standing in the hallway in just his boxers, but Max was fast and he was soon back in the relative safety of the exam room. While taking Eli’s height and weight Max had chattered on asking Eli about how often he worked out, what kind of exercises he did, if he had an accountability system. It was easy to talk to Max, Eli almost didn’t realize he was answering specific questions it just felt like a conversation. “I’ve always been skinny, and unattractive,” Eli was saying standing against a white wall in the exam room. Max kept his mouth shut even though to him the slight twenty-one-year-old, with round wire rimmed glasses and a mop of untidy curls was incredibly attractive. “Alright turn to the side,” Max said, admiring Eli’s smooth chest and enticing treasure trail. He snapped the photo. “One with your arms up please.” Eli raised his arms revealing wildly bushy pits. God, Max thought, how many gay guys would kill for this body. “And turn to face the wall please.” Click. “That’s it. You can get dressed. I’ll go take these over to the Doc, and be back in a jiff.” “Cool…uh… thanks.” “No problem.” Max slid out of the room. Eli got dressed slowly, and then sat down on the couch again, waiting. Max returned after a few minutes with a plastic cup in hand. “Alright,” he said, “here is your first dose. It doesn’t taste great, they’re still working on flavoring, so I recommend trying to down it in one.” He handed Eli the plastic cup. Inside was a bright blue liquid, it looked almost like Gatorade, but had the smell of Monster. He gulped, and took a deep breath. Trying not to sniff the strange concoction Eli brought the cup to his mouth and knocked it back. He coughed a little, some of the foul tasting liquid splashing onto his tongue. “Good job, some guys choke the first time. Alright, so that’s that for today, you’ll see Tody on the way out to schedule your next visit in three days time and we’ll see you then.” Dose 2: The next three days were uneventful for Eli, if a little odd. His drive to work out had been more than ever before. He’d found himself at the gym every day. Chest one day, legs the next, then a full day of back. He’d never worked out so hard in his life. He also found that he was hornier than he’d ever been before. Every day when he’d get back to his room after working out before he showered or anything he’d strip down and start rubbing his throbbing cock. Yet jerking off three times a day, didn’t really satisfy him. He was still horny all the time. He showed up early to his appointment at Dr. Marks’, and spent a tense five minutes sitting in the waiting room. He couldn’t be sure but he felt like Toby the receptionist was keeping a close eye on him. When he finally went back to the exam room it was Max who met him not Dr. Marks. “These dosage appointments are pretty simple. I’ll weigh you, take the same set of photos we did last time, give you your does and you set up your next appointment. Easy peasy, should take fifteen twenty minutes if you don’t need to talk about anything. Which, if you do please of course speak up.” “Well…um… its been good so far. I’ve had so much energy for working out. Its…um… well… it’s also made me super… well super horny. Like I just jerk off all the time.” Max gave a chuckle, “yeah a few guys reported that last time too. Not sure why. They all leveled out after a week or so, nothing to be worried about I don’t think.” “Oh, ok cool.” “So strip off and we’ll get you on your way.” Max smiled to himself as Eli took off his shirt. Eli hadn’t noticed it yet but his chest was already starting to fill out. His pecs now pressed forward from his narrow frame, his nipples poking out. He also now had a few wisps of hair on his formerly smooth chest. He took Eli’s weight, up ten pounds from last week, but he kept that information to himself for now. Then snapped his pictured. Fifteen minutes later Eli was getting dressed and Max was mixing up his next dose. Dose 3: Looking at himself in the mirror naked Eli couldn’t believe what he saw. It had only been a week since he’d started the supplement trial and (though he thought he was probably imagining it) he could already see a change. His pecs look firmer, bigger. For the first time in his life they protruded away from his ribs. His arms felt bigger too, there was some meat to his biceps and a broad vein had appeared running down from his shoulders. His legs felt thick, and when he flexed he saw to sharp muscles appear above each knee cap. There were other changes too, and these he knew he couldn’t be imagining. One was his scent. Over the past few days he’d noticed his sweat had a much stronger odor after he worked out. It wasn’t bad, in fact he kind of liked it. It was an almost intoxicating scent. It was like a physical marker of the workout he’d just finished. If he was completely honest with himself, it turned him on. He rationalized all of that away though saying that eating or drinking different foods could change your scent so surely that was just how the work out supplement made you smell. The other change, however, couldn’t really be explained away. He was growing hair. He had always been pretty smooth except for an ample bush around the base of his dick, and a thick but narrow treasure trail that climbed up a few inches above his belly button. Yet ever since he started taking the supplement he’d noticed a new patch of hair growing in the middle of his chest. As he ran his hands over his swelling muscles he felt the new hairs twisting around his fingers. At first it had just been two or three, now it was an obvious patch stretching from the peak of his ribs to the bottom of his neck. Looking closely he saw that a few more hairs had started to sprout across his chest too, stretching out towards his nipples. It wasn’t just on his chest either, his legs hair looked denser, his pits seemed to be more bushy. He turned to look at his ass in the mirror, here too, where he had one been quite smooth, dark hair started to swirl across his skin. Was this some side effect of the supplement, or was he experiencing a rapid on set much delayed second round of puberty? He took a step back and looked at himself. Not perfect yet, he thought, but it’s a start. He ran his hands down his chest to the base of his dick. He’d been hard since he’d gotten home from the gym. He seemed to be at least semi hard almost all the time now. It was probably just the extra testosterone in his system from working out so much, he thought. He spat into his palm and slid his hand along his thick shaft. One part of his body he’d never been embarrassed by was his dick. Long and thick, with a pulsing vein running the length of the shaft, Eli knew it was impressive. He raised his other hand behind his head and turned to sniff his ripe pit. The smell made his cock throb, and he started to stroke. He looked at himself in the mirror as he jerked off, admiring his changing body. His breathing quickened and his butt clenched. His balls pulled up to his shaft and long ribbons of cum erupted from Eli’s wide blunt mushroom head, spattering across the floor and mirror. He looked at his load dripping down the mirror. On an impulse he did something he’d never done before; he dipped a finger into the sticky syrup and brought it to his mouth. It was sweeter than he’d thought it would be, but salty too. It tasted good. He grabbed a towel and wiped up the rest of his mess before going to get in the shower. --- “Well it looks like you’re already making some progress,” Max said and Eli took his shirt off. “You think so?” “Yeah, absolutely, very promising. Very exciting. Your pecs seem to be growing, possibly arms and legs too. Look like your butt has seen some growth as well.” “Thanks! I’m uh… I’m feeling good.” “That’s amazing. Just over there against the wall as usual. I’ll start taking the photos.” “Great.” Eli, now only in his underwear, walked over and stood in front of the blank white wall. “Face front. How has everything else been? Any changes in mood, or other things happening with your body to note?” “Well. I’m still horny as fuck,” Eli said with a laugh. Being told he was making progress on his muscles had made he feel confident. He was feeling bold. “Really? Are you masturbating or with partners?” “Just Jerking off, but every time I come home from the gym I’m throbbing. Like I have to jerk off right away. But even when I do its maybe four or five hours before I’m raring to go again.” “That is fascinating, and not a result we’ve seen before. It could just be chemicals your body is producing from all of the working out you’ve been doing. The supplement gives you more energy so you work out harder than normal so that could have something to do with it. Turn to the side please” “Sure… sure.” Eli hadn’t noticed, but this talk about jerking off had gotten him slightly aroused and his cock was now semi hard and pressing against the thin material of his boxers. Max, however, noticed right away and made a mental note to tell Dr. Marks about this new development. “Anything else new?” “Yeah actually, is this stuff supposed to make you grow hair?” “What like ‘this stuff’ll put hair on your chest?’” “Yeah, I guess so. Its just… I’ve noticed I’m getting hairier, like body hair wise. I have this patch on my chest that I absolutely did not have a week ago.” “I would guess that you probably had some of that before you started the supplement and you’re just much more aware of changes in your body because you’re watching for them. I’ll write it down though for sure, and talk to Dr. Marks about it.” “Where is Dr. Marks by the way?” “Oh, he’s over seeing another study down the hall. We divide up who does the lion share for each study. So he’s with those guys most of the time and I’m with you.” “Right. That makes sense.” “Turn to face the wall please, any other changes I should note? Seriously tell me anything that’s happened even if you feel like it doesn’t matter. We want all the data we can collect.” “I smell different.” “Smell different?” “Like my sweat, after a workout. Its got this much stronger scent.” “Is it bad?” “No… not exactly. It… its… um… its kinda good actually. Strong but good. I keep…” “Go on.” “I keep smelling myself while I jerk off when I get back from the gym.” “Your own sweat scent is turning you on?” “Yeah…” “Interesting. I’ll make a note, but might just be something you’re learning about yourself. Alright, I think that’s it on my end. Anything else you’d like to report?” “No… that was all of it.” “Great. I’ll get your next dose and you can see Toby on the way out for your check.” “Thank Max.” “Don’t mention it.” Dose 4: Eli’s cock twitched as the stench of the gym locker room hit his nostrils. It was becoming a regular occurrence now. Ever since his third dose of the workout supplement, it wasn’t just his own scent that turned him on it was the scent of men, of sweat, of working out. The masculine pheromone that pervaded the air in the locker room make him leak. He tried to cover up his erection as he moved to his locker to get his things. He tied to brush off his body’s new reaction to man scent as just natural reaction to a chemical his body was releasing from all his workouts. He didn’t want to considered that perhaps there was something more at play here. The results from the supplement were too good. It had been just less than two weeks since his first does and the results were amazing. His clothes were starting to feel tight. When he looked at himself after getting dressed he could see his chest pressing against the fabric of his shirts, his sleeves strained around his arms now. His always flat stomach had started to show the lines of a six pack. His butt had started to become two firm mounds of muscle, and his legs fought against the fabric of his pants. He grabbed the stuff from his gym locker and hurried home with only one thing on his mind. As soon as the door to his room closed behind him he dropped his gym bag and stripped off. His hands roamed across his rapidly changing body. He looked at himself in the mirror. Not only were his muscles growing but the patch of hair in the middle of his chest now swirled over his pecs. His nipples which had always been small and inert now stood proud of his chest and sent shivers through his body when touched. Looking at himself naked in the mirror he put both hands behind his head and took a long huff of each of his pits. His dick twitched, and a drop of precum oozed from the tip. “Fuck,” he moaned to himself. Eli fell back onto his bed, feeling his sweat slicked body. He rubbed at his cock, fondled his balls, and then did something new. He flicked his fingers across his taint and felt his own hole. The sudden new sensation forced an involuntary moan from Eli’s lips. His fingers danced around, feeling the lips of his tight pucker. It felt good. He was shocked, he had never considered his ass a source of please before. Yet now, reveling in his rapidly changing body, everything felt good. He rubbed his hole with one hand, moving his fingers in a circular motion around the edge of his ring, and jerked his cock furiously with the other. It didn’t take long. He was in a state. He’d been in a state for days. Even after he came his arousal was only lessened not dissipated. Even if this was the best orgasm in his life, in a few hours he’d be so horny he’d be humping the bed again. He pressed his fingers against his hole, feeling the hair that now grew there. It all felt so good. His cock twitched, and his hole puckered. He felt his balls retract and cum shot high into the air. It rained down on Eli’s heaving torso. He lay there, panting, covered in his own load for a few moments. He still had one hand wrapped around his cock, and another pressed against his hole. After a minute, when his breathing calmed down he relaxed his grip. He licked his lips, and tasted the cum that had landed there. With the hand that had just been playing with his hole he scooped more of his load off his stomach and lapped it up hungrily. This had become his new ritual. Each load he shot he’d scoop up and swallow it down. It tasted good, and it made him feel something. It unlocked something in his mind that he didn’t yet understand. He wiped the last of his load off his torso with a towel and then made to get in the shower before changing his mind. He liked how he smelled, he liked the feeling of his load on his skin. Instead of showering he just got dressed, pulling some boxers, a pair of jeans and a tank top. Then he headed off to Dr. Marks offices for his fourth appointment. --- “Alright Eli how are you today?” Max said coming into the room. “Doing great. Had an amazing workout this morning,” he flexed playfully. Max smiled, “Did you come here right from the gym?” “No, I was there a couple hours ago. Why?” “You’re still all sweaty,” there was something mysterious that Eli didn’t quite understand in Max’s eyes. “Oh… I…uh… I decided not to shower. I…” “Still enjoying your own scent?” “Yeah. Its funny its not just mine, and stop me if this is TMI, but its like… it’s the scent of sweat now. Like I get hard just smelling the locker room at the gym. As soon as I walk in, bam, I’m hard.” “Theres no such thing as TMI here, anything could be relevant to the study. That’s fascinating though. Have you ever had anything like that before, or maybe any interest in guys?” “No, I’m… I’m straight… its not about being into guys…” Eli said confidently, but he wondered now if that was entirely true. Lately he’d found himself looking more at the guys at the gym. Not just admiring their physique and wishing he could be like them, but wanting touch them, to smell them. He’d caught himself steeling glances at guys in the locker room as they were changing, looking at the bulges in their shorts. Even now his eyes darted across Max’s body, taking in for the first time how broad Max was and how his shirt sleeves strained around his biceps. He wondered what Max would look like naked, what was his dick like? “No. I think it’s probably all the hormones in my body. I’m still just so damn horny all the time.” Eli added to change the subject. “Still just masturbating?” “Yeah. Five, maybe six times a day now. Always after the gym while I’m still sweaty and ripe. It feels so good. I’ve started…” he paused, did he want to share this with Max? He did, he felt like he needed to tell Max, “I’ve started eating my loads too after I cum.” “Really? Is that something you’ve done before?” “No, just in like the last week. I cum all over myself and then I lick it up.” “Wow. Well it sounds like you’re really enjoying your changing body.” Max crossed his legs in his chair. “Yeah. Everything just feels so good. Like all the sensations are heightened.” “You’re just reveling in feeling good. How about we get your progress photos done and get you your next dose.” “Yes please.” Eli practically jumped up and stripped off. He was half hard again Max noticed and he had to resist licking his lips. It wasn’t time yet. Dose 5: Eli lay on his bed covered in cum. He’d slot three loads in rapid succession and still hadn’t come down from his high. He scooped cum from the puddle in the middle of his stomach and licked it hungrily. Groaning he took three fingers from his hole and dropped his head back onto the pillow. What was he doing, he thought? He ought to feel conflicted, some corner of his mind nagged, but he just didn’t it all felt so good. He looked at his computer still playing his new favorite kind of porn. A beefy guy was sprawled out on a bed with his legs in the air while a long thick dildo slid in and out of his hole. Eli told himself that it was just the allure of seeing another man experiencing the same pleasure he was getting from anal that turned him on not the man himself, but that wasn’t strictly true anymore. At the gym Eli more and more was looking at the men around him with lust. The smell of the locker room made his cock leak, and in the last few days, his hole twitch. He pushed all that aside though. He was just admiring their bodies, thinking about the physique he wanted. That didn’t explain why he’d started wondering what their dicks might look like or noticing the bulges in their gym shorts. Perhaps if he hadn’t finally been seeing the changes in his body he had always wanted Eli would have asked more questions, would have thought critically about the change he was feeling. Maybe he would have wondered if it was all connected. But, he didn’t. He loved feeling his new muscles, looking at himself in the mirror. He felt like a man, he felt good. His body felt electric. His mind buzzed every time he touched himself. He felt consumed by his transformation and his own body. He no longer wore clothes in his room, he stripped at the door and reveled in himself. Yesterday he’d gone and bought new pants and underwear. All of his old things were becoming too tight. He liked the tightness of his shirts, his muscles pressing against the fabric making him look even more bulky than he was, but his pants had become too tight to button. As he’d strolled the underwear aisle he’d thought, why stick to the same old concealing boxers he’d always worn. Instead he grabbed two packs of briefs. He liked how he looked at them. His thick furry legs sticking out from the white fabric that barely held back his thick, almost constantly leaking cock. He was excited to get to Dr. Marks office and show Max his progress. Eli liked Max, he was easy to talk to. It felt like they had a bond. Plus, Eli felt this growing need to impress Max. Maybe it was the praise Max gave him each visit for all his hard work, maybe it was that Eli felt like Max had become his friend. Whichever it was, Eli craved that praise. His body was practically vibrating as he sat waiting for Max to enter the exam room. He’d dressed in a tight tank top that showed off his pecs (and let him smell himself constantly), a new pair of jeans, and his brand-new white briefs. “Hello, hello. How are you today Eli!” Max said cheerily entering the room. “I’m good!” Eli said, a big goofy smile erupting on his face at the sight of Max. “Glad to hear it. How have you been the last few days… wow… you are really bulking up.” Max said, getting momentarily distracted by Eli’s arms. In not even three weeks Eli had been transformed. His twiggy arms now sported ropey muscles that twitched and flexed as he moved his fingers. Hair swirled across his forearms, and even with is arms down at his sides Max could see a massive bush escaping from Eli’s pits. His chest had almost doubled in size and his back was expanding. Eli no longer had a rail thin column shape, but a strong v shaped torso. Even his neck had thickened, his face filling out. Max’s own cock gave a twitch looking at his subject. “Yeah. This stuff is crazy. I’ve literally never been able to bulk up, and now…” he flexed his meaty arms. “I feel fucking great.” “That’s good! Really good.” “I had to buy new clothes, they were all getting too tight. Well I bought new pants and underwear. I like my shirts tight now.” “I’m sure you do. Better to show off your new body.” “Exactly. It feels good to have a body I want to show off.” “I’m really happy for you. That’s fantastic. Have you experienced any other shifts?” “I mean my sex drive is still crazy high. I’ve been jerking off even more. I think I’m up to seven times a day.” “Wow. Are you experiencing any issues with chafing or fatigue?” “No… I’m not just… well…” he paused and looked at Max’s open trustworthy face and continued, “I’ve started exploring some other stuff.” “Like what?” “The other day I was jerking off, and I was playing with my balls, and I don’t know what inspired me but I started touching my hole. My asshole. It felt so good that I kept rubbing it. That was actually right before I came here last time. I shot this huge load all over myself and came here with some of it still on me.” “I remember. Has your anal play increased since then?” “Yeah. It feels like… it feels like every day my hole gets more sensitive, like it feels better and better to play with. I started fingering myself like two days ago. First it was one finger, then two, this morning I came with three fingers in my ass. Truly I’ve never cum so hard in my life. Its like the cum was just exploding from me. I was a completely covered in it.” Subconsciously Eli ran a hand over his torso, lingering on one of his nipples. He bit his lip, his eyes closing for a second before continuing. “My whole body feels electric. Everything feels good.” “Good. That’s great to hear. It seems like the supplement really agrees with you.” “I think so,” Eli flexed his arms again, grinning at Max. “I want to encourage you as we continue with the test to do what feels good, follow your impulses. If anal play feels good explore that. Have you considered something more than just manual stimulation?” “What do you mean?” “Toys or something more than just your own fingers.” “Truthfully?” “I said there’s no such thing as TMI here.” “True, true. Ok. For the last two days the only porn I’ve watched is guys using toy on themselves.” “Guys?” “Yeah. Its… well its closer to what I’m doing so its hotter. I was watching girls with toys but I didn’t… I didn’t seem myself in those videos right. Like I’m a guy so watching another guy play with his ass while I played with mine…” “Nope, makes total sense. So, has watching them play with toys inspired you at all?” “I… I haven’t done anything yet, but… After I came this morning I the porn was still playing. This jock was bouncing on a really fat black dildo and I thought that it looked like fun. I was thinking…” he paused, unsure if he was ready to voice this thought and then pressed on, “I was thinking I would go find a sex shop after this and buy a toy.” “Very interesting. Its fascinating that your new found confidence in your body is leading to you finding pleasure in new ways, exploring new parts of yourself.” “Yeah. I guess. I didn’t really think about it like that… I haven’t really been thinking about it at all. I’ve just been doing what feels good.” “That’s perfect Eli. That’s exactly what you should be doing. If it feels good, keep going. Explore what brings you pleasure. Let your body guide you. Don’t over think things.” “Yeah. Exactly.” “How about we take your progress pics now.” “OK!” Eli jumped up and stripped down to his straining briefs. He was hard as a rock now, and his leaking cock head was creating a wet spot in the thin fabric. Max’s eyes roved over Eli’s new body, taking in the plump muscles, the new patches of dark body hair, and the little dots of dried cum clinging to him. It was almost time. Dose 6: Eli skipped class for the rest of the week. It didn’t feel important. He just alternated between trips to the gym and masturbating in his room. Right after his last dose of the workout supplement with Max, Eli had rushed out of Dr. Marks offices and driven to the nearest sex shop. He’d never been to a place like this before, and he felt nervous but also excited. He parked off to the side, and with his shoulders back, his newly grown pecs thrust forward, he marched inside. Sitting behind the checkout counter was a big hulk of a man. He had a bald head, and thick beard. His septum was pierced with a thick ring that made him look like a bull. He wore an open leather vest over a thin white tank top. Muscles and hair both spilled from inside his clothes. Eli’s mouth went dry, but his cock became instantly hard. He looked at the man, thick, muscular and hairy. He told himself that he was looking because that was the sort of man he wanted to be. He told himself it was just aesthetic appreciations, but that was a lie. He knew it too, in the back of his mind he knew it. As his confidence in his body grew, so did his pleasure in his own body, and so did his attraction to other men. “Looking for something kid?” The man said in a rough voice. “Yeah… uh…” Eli faltered under the man’s gaze. “Yeah. I’m looking for a,” he dropped his voice almost to a whisper, “a dildo.” “A what? Speak up.” There was something in the man’s tone that made Eli want to obey. “I’m looking for a dildo,” he said in a strong clear voice. His confidence soared. “Over on the far wall,” the man pointed a thick finger towards the back of the store, “shout if you need recommendations. Oh, and there’s no refunds if your eyes are bigger than your hole.” Eli found himself confronted with a plethora of choices at the back of the store. For a moment he was overwhelmed by the sheer number of things that people could put inside themselves. He wandered back and forth looking at things, picking them up and then putting them back down again, unsure of where to begin. “First time?” The man had reappeared. “Yeah. I’ve never bought a dildo before.” “So, are you looking for something small to start?” Eli’s mind went to the men he’d watch online sitting on big fat toys. They hadn’t been riding some little starter dick. That wasn’t what he wanted either. He wanted to feel himself stretched, to revel in his new body as he opened up. “No… definitely not looking for small.” “Alright then start with this.” He pulled a package down off the shelf. Beneath the clear plastic was an eight inch long, two inch thick black silicone dildo. Besides being made of black plastic it wasn’t dissimilar from Eli’s on did. “Its perfect.” “Here, you’ll need lube too kid.” The clerk handed Eli a large bottle of lube. Eli had raced home with his new prize. As soon as his door closed behind him he ripped off his clothes leaving them in a heap by the door. He dashed over to his computer and opened his new porn Twitter. There were no women on this version of his porn Twitter, just men riding toys. Occasionally one a video would pop up with a man being fucked by another guy, Eli tried to pretend those didn’t excite him too. He found the profile he was looking for and started playing a video as he unpacked his new toy. He set a towel down on the floor, and put his new dildo in the middle of it. He smeared lube over the head, and then on his hole. His lips felt puffy, swollen even. As his body was growing so was his hole. He hadn’t really noticed it at first, but the more he played with his hole the puffier it seemed to get. He easily slid a finger in, moaning. Squatting over the head of the dildo, his heart pounding with nerves and excitement he started another video captioned ‘Sloppy breedable cunt,” and tried to pretend that the referring to a guy’s asshole as a cunt didn’t excite him too. As the guy on the screen lowered himself onto a dildo twice the size of Eli’s he lined himself up, and pushed back. At first it felt impossible. His hole was still too tight, but then something started to give. The rounded head of the toy started to spread his ass, and very very slowly it slid inside. Eli’s whole body was shaking. It was like his hole had been electrified. Jolts of pleasure shot through his body as each lump and couture of the plastic cock made its way into his ass. “Oh my god. Oh fuck yes. Holy shit.” Eli groaned to himself. “This feels so fucking good.” He couldn’t believe it when his ass touched the towel beneath him. He’d taken the whole thing. Eight inches of plastic cock were now inside him. His balls rested on the sculpted balls of the dildo. His entire body was shaking, he felt short of breath. It felt so good. He’d never imagined anything could feel this good. He’d thought it would be similar to his fingers but no. This was magic. It felt like he’d found a part of himself that had been missing. He started to ride the dildo bouncing up and down. He slammed himself back trashing his hole. “Oh fuck yeah. Its so fucking good.” Without warning a jolt like an electric shock rocketed through Eli and looking down he watched in shock as cum started to spurt from his cock without him even touching it. He rode the climax before collapsing on the ground, impaling himself completely on the dildo once more. He’d road the dildo twice more that night, fucking another massive load out of himself before passing out naked, sweaty, and covered in cum. The next day he’d woken up and go to the gym without showering. He smelled of sex, and he loved it. As soon as he was back from the gym he’d gotten naked, lubed up his ass and sat down firmly on his new dildo. He’d spent the whole day alternating between fingering his quickly welling ass lips, and riding the dildo. It had been difficult to stop even for his evening work out. The next day went almost exactly the same. Eli had fucked himself into a stupor by the time he made it to Dr. Marks three days later. He came straight from the gym having woken up late after riding his dildo well into the night. He didn’t even have time to jerk off before his appointment and his mind was almost consumed with thoughts of lust. “Hi Eli, how are you.” “Good,” Eli smiled a sloppy smile. “How have the last three day been?” “Honestly wild. I took your advice.” “My advice.” “Yeah, to just do what feels good. I went to a sex shop right after I left here last time and bought this amazing dildo. I’ve been riding it every day since.” “Really? How has that been?” “It’s so intense. It feels amazing. My body feels amazing while I’m riding it too. The first time I fucked myself with it I came without even touching myself. It was so hot. I felt so sexy.” Maybe coming straight from the gym was a mistake Eli thought, he was so wound up that his horny thoughts were just pouring out of him. “It made you feel sexy?” “Yeah. Cumming without touching myself… it felt… hot and… and slutty.” “Slutty? That’s a new one from you. Is that a feeling you enjoyed?” “Yes! I cant tell you how good it was. I ended up fucking myself two more times that night. Then the last two days I couldn’t even be bothered going class I just went to the gym, came home and started playing with my hole.” “Would you say your focus has moved away from your penis?” “I…” Eli paused, he hadn’t thought about it like that, “I guess. I mean playing with my cock still feels good but the subversives, the [banned word] of playing with my c…” “With your what Eli?” “Playing with my cunt. Its just too perfect.” “Interesting choice of words. Is that how you feel about your hole? That it’s a cunt?” “Not yet. Im still too tight. I’ve been watching all these guys who take these massive dildos, and… and fists and its such a fucking turn on. Their holes are wrecked.” “And you want to wreck yours?” “It feels too good to not!” “Now what about women, have they played into your fantasies at all? Have you thought about having a woman fist you or play with your hole?” “Um… no… I’ve… I think…” a mental block rose and then quickly crumbled in Eli’s mind overwhelmed by his horniness and the pleasures he’d recently discovered, “I think I want a guy to use my hole. I think I might want a guy to fuck me.” “Fascinating. Have you made any plans to do anything about that? Are there any guys you have in mind that you’d like to experiment with?” Eli looked at Max, imagining him naked. His eyes drifted down to Max’s crotch and his undeniable bulge. Then he heard the voice of the clerk at the sex shop saying as he left, “Come back when you need and upgrade, or the real thing.” “It feels crazy and super slutty,” Eli said, “But the clerk at the sex shop. He said to come back when I wanted to size up or… or when I wanted the real thing.” “You said you liked feeling slutty. I’ll tell you again what I said last week. If it feels right, go for it. Don’t stop yourself, do what your body is telling you. If your body is telling you to go hook up with this guy, then… you should.” “Yeah… maybe. Maybe you’re right.” “Don’t think too hard about it. Now, what do you say we do your progress pics and then get you your next dose.” “Fuck yeah!” Eli was stripped down to his underwear in a flash. His dick wasn’t hard this time but the entire front of his briefs was soaked with precum to the point of being transparent. Eli didn’t care anymore thought, he made no effort to cover himself as he walked over to the white wall and grinned back at Max taking pictures. Max was in awe, it was all working better than they had imagined. Eli had doubled in size. He had broad rounded shoulders, thick veiny arms. His pecs rippled as he moved. He no longer had a six pack but a thick mass of muscle making him look broad and powerful. His chest was now covered in hair and his treasure trail had expanded across his abdomen. He had big sturdy tree trunk legs and a powerful bubble butt. He didn’t know it but he’d become the man he’d always hoped to be… but he was no longer the same. Dose 7: Immediately following his last dose Eli had rushed home and practically jumped onto his dildo. Not having time to jerk off after his work out had made him even more desperate for release, and now that he had another dose of the workout supplement working through his system he was practically in heat. For the first time in his life, with his dildo firmly planted in his hole, Eli started to watch gay porn. Not just men playing with their asses or being fucked by toys. He was watching men be fucked. He stopped on every video he came across on Twitter that showed a dick entering a man’s hole. The bigger the dick and the sloppier the hole the better. The young straight boy who’d wanted to bulk up to impress girls was gone, Eli was a muscle lunk with a hungry hole. His eyes rolled back as he bottomed out on the dildo again and again, forcing little whimpers and moans from his mouth. As he worked himself to climax he closed his eyes. He imagined what it would be like if he wasn’t the one in control. What if someone was doing this to him. As cum started to pour from his semi hard dick one image loomed large in Eli’s mind. Max above him, dripping with sweat, pounding his dick into Eli’s eager hole. Eli followed his new routine the two days. He got up. He went to the gym. He came home, got naked and started to play with his hole. After his second work out though the dildo just wasn’t hitting the spot as it had been. Watching the guys on Twitter he thought, maybe I need a bigger toy, this one’s too easy now. He managed to just get himself off that night, but decided in the morning after his workout he’d go back to the sex shop and get a bigger dildo. The next morning Elie finished up his work out, and hormones coursing through his veins headed to the sex shop. There was no point, he figured, going home and trying to get off on a dildo that no longer fulfilled him. No, it was better to go now so he could get off. “You’re back already,” said the clerk as soon as Eli walked in. “Yeah… uh… that first one was good but…” “You’ve already conquered it? Seems like maybe you weren’t as much of a novice as you let on.” “It was my first dildo, I’m just…” Eli searched for the word. “Voracious? Insatiable? Desperate to be filled?” “I guess all of the above.” “My kinda boy. Alright, let’s go find you something that will keep you satisfied.” The clerk headed off towards the back of the store and Eli followed obediently behind. “This is what you got last time,” he pointed to Eli’s last purchase, “This is the next size up in that same style if that’s what you’re looking for.” He handed Eli a package with the 10 inch version inside. “If its girth you’re looking for, you could try this one. Or for length these snakes are amazing. Or, if you’re looking for something to keep you full there’s the plugs. Are you even listening boy?” “What?” Eli had been staring at the man’s bulge so intensely he hadn’t heard a word he said. “Seems like maybe you’re not just looking for a toy. Maybe you’re looking for the real thing. I see you staring at my dick kid.” “Oh… I’m sorry. I…” Eli didn’t know what to say. He’d never been in this situation but if he was honest the man’s words made him weak. His mind was full of images of all the guys he’d watched getting fucked. He saw the ecstasy in their eyes. He saw how good it felt. He thought about how good the dildo felt, surely another human, a man, must feel even better. What would it be like to be fucked? What would it be like to feel another man’s orgasm. Deep inside he knew his choice had already been made. He’d told Max about it at his last appointment. He wanted this man. “You want boy?” “I,” deep breath, and then it all tumbled out, “I thinking about you fucking me.” “I like the honesty boy.” The man stepped forward. Eli could smell him now, a thick manly musk wafted off of his thick powerful body. “I’ll make you a deal: you let me breed that dumb jock cunt of yours and I’ll send you how with any dildo and plug you want.” He’d said the magic words. He’d called Eli a jock, something he’d always longed to be, and called his hole a cunt, his new goal in life. “My hole isn’t a cunt yet,” Eli said brashly, “But I’m sure a new dildo would help me make it one.” “Fucking pig. I love it.” “So… when?” Eli said, grinning. “When? Right the fuck now boy. I’m gonna go lock the front door. Wait here.” He marched off towards the front of the store and Eli’s stomach did a little flip of excitement as he heard the lock turn. He was about to be fucked. In just a few weeks his main wish in life had gone from bulking up to get a girl, to having a trashed cunt full of other men’s spunk. Now he was going to fulfill that wish. “Follow me,” the man said, and lead Eli through a door marked “Employees Only.” It was a small office with just a deck a chair and a few filing cabinets, nothing fancy. A thick odor of man sweat hung in the air, it made Eli feel weak. He felt the same uncontrollable heat he’d felt last week when he’d worked out and gone to his appointment with Max instead of jerking off. He was overwhelmed by his hormones. There wasn’t a thought in his head that wasn’t about sex. “You ever been fucked before boy?” “No… Just that dildo, and my fingers, but I want it so bad.” “You want my big bull cock in your hole?” “Fuck yes.” “You know if I fuck you I’m not going to pull out till your full of my spunk.” “Please fuck me.” “Is that what you want boy? To be full of my cum?” “Yes!” “Say it.” “I want you to breed me. I want your load inside me. I want you to fill me up.” “Good boy. Now strip.” Eli tore his shirt off over his head, tossing it off to the side on the ground. He kicked off his gym shoes and socks. Then finally dropped his workout shorts, and briefs. He was hard as a rock and his cock was already drooling. The man stepped forward, reaching out till his hands grasped Eli’s swollen pecs. His fingers played across Eli’s nipples causing the boy to moan. “Good boy,” the man cooed and he made Eli whimper, twisting his nipples slowly. The man shucked his vest and tank to exposing a broad beefy chest, big round nipples, and a wild bramble of hair. Eli’s mouth watered. “Take my pants off.” Eli’s body was so full of adrenaline that his hands were shaking. He undid the man’s belt, then his jeans. He pushed the zipper down. The man had no underwear on. Eli was immediately greeted by a sprawling bush of pubes, then the base of a wide hard shaft. Finally, the man’s dick sprung free, bouncing up to slap against his stomach. Eli’s hole twitched. The clerk had a broad fat dick with a big blunt looking head. It was almost the same girth all the way down the lengthy shaft. It was perfect. It was instinct that drove what Eli did next. Without a single thought or question he dropped to his knees and swallowed as much as he could of the man’s cock. A little part of him in the back of his mind marveled at what he was doing. It wondered how he had gotten here, what had changed him so completely, but then the little voice vanished. He tasted the man’s precum and that was it, all doubt of what he was doing vanished. This was exactly right. “Fuck yeah boy, get that dick nice and wet for your cunt.” The man growled, twisting his fingers into Eli’s hair. “You’re a good little cock sucker. Damn.” Eli’s throat opened easily. He closed his eyes and relaxed, it was just like knocking back the workout supplement. Once his throat was open the man’s cock slid in easily. Eli buried his nose in the man’s pubes and inhaled. His head spun. It was like a drug. He was intoxicated. The only thing in the world that mattered was this cock. “You keep going like that boy and I’m going to blow down your throat. Fuck, get on the desk. On your back.” Eli did as he was told. He let the man’s cock fall from his mouth. His chin was covered in thick spit and his eyes were watering, but he didn’t bother to wipe any of it away. He climbed up onto the desk, lay flat on his back, and pulled his knees up to his chest. “Good boy. Fuck, will you look at that. You’ve really never been fucked boy?” “No Sir.” Eli replied breathlessly. “Damn that toy’s destroyed you. You’ve already got the hole of a cum dump. Your cunt is gonna feel so fucking good on my cock.” He grabbed Eli’s legs and thrust them even higher forcing his ass into the air. The man spat right onto Eli’s hungry hole, then bend down and shoved his tongue in. Eli groaned, a deep full body groan, the sort that comes out completely involuntarily. The man’s tongue flicked against his quickly blossoming hole. After just a few swipes Eli was open enough that the man’s tongue just slid right in. He lapped around the edges, spat a few more wads of spit onto the boys twitching ass, and then stood up. “Are you ready boy? Ready for your first cock?” “Yes! Please fuck me!” “Say it one more time. What do you want boy?” “I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me. I want your load in me.” “There it is, good boy.” He pressed his cock forward and into Eli’s waiting hole. “Fuck,” Eli moaned as his ass was invaded for the first time in his life. “Fuck its so good. Holy shit. Oh, fuck me!” “Good boy, take that big fat bull dick. Yeah. Take it inside you. That’s it. There you go. You’ve got my hole dick inside you now. How do you feel boy?” “Fucking amazing.” “Are you ready to get fucked?” “Yes! Pound my cunt.” “Not a cunt yet, remember, this is just a boy pussy till it’s been bred.” “Oh fuck!” “Let’s turn this into the cunt you crave.” The man pulled back slowly, till only the tip was inside Eli’s hole, then pressed forward again. Slowly he built up his pace, long dicking Eli till his hole felt like a warm velvet tunnel. Eli’s eyes were half closed, he’d lost himself in the sensations. Fireworks exploded through his body. He was over the moon and completely out of his mind. The man started to buck harder, slamming himself into Eli. The boy took it, grunting and groaning with each thrust. Sweat poured off of both of them, the room stunk of sex. Eli felt like his whole world had shrunk, the only thing in the world that mattered was the dick currently inside his hole. Rough hands pulled at Eli’s nipples as pleasure waves crashed over him. It made him feel like putty in this man’s hands. He was just a object. He had become the sex toy. He really was a dumb jock desperate to get his boy pussy bred. The man dragged Eli along the desk, spinning him till the both would fit on top of it. He pressed Eli’s legs into his muscular chest, and started hammering down into his hole. Sweat dripped from the man’s face onto Eli’s body. One drop landed on his lips and he lapped it up. “Good boy. I’m going to breed you soon. Full you with my seed.” “Yes, please. Breed me.” Eli babbled. “I’m going to turn the boy pussy into a sloppy cunt. Send you home with my load leaking out of you.” “Please Sir. I need it. Please. Please!” “Take my fucking load pig!” The mad slammed his cock down into Eli’s waiting hole and fired off his load. Eli could feel it. A white hot heat spread from the tip of the man’s dick into his guts. He was being bred for the first time and the last pieces fell into place. It wasn’t just the stretch he wanted, it wasn’t enough to have a sloppy cunt. He needed to be bred. He needed seed inside of him. “Thank you, Sir.” Eli said breathlessly, his head falling back against the desk. It took Eli almost fifteen minutes to recover from his first fuck. The man left him lying naked covered in sweat on the desk while he went to go reopen the store. When Eli finally came back out of the office he said, “How do you feel boy?” “Fucking perfect.” “Good. I meant what I said, go pick out a new dildo and a plug. Oh and here,” he tossed Eli a white jockstrap, “A bottom like you shouldn’t be covering your cunt with briefs. Don’t worry, its all on me.” --- Eli was a horny mess as he finished telling Max about his first time. He’d come to his appointment straight from the gym again after spending the rest of the previous day fucking the sex shop clerk’s load deeper into him with his new dildo. “And you let him ejaculate inside you,” Max said. “Yeah…” “How do you feel about that?” “It was so hot. I felt… I felt like the perfect slut. He called me a dumb jock cunt.” “Did you like that?” “Yes! I loved it. It’s all I want to be.” “I’m glad to hear that, because after these next two doses the effects of the serum will be permanent.” “The serum?” “The fact that you haven’t figured it out is a testament to its effectiveness. You haven’t been taking any old workout supplement. You’ve taken six doses so far of our new Himbo Serum.” “What do you mean Himbo Serum?” “I mean just that. Oh, it’s a workout supplement for sure, you’ve put on a ton of muscle mass, but its also done some other things to you as well. Your elevated libido was the first additional effect, followed by the increase in your body hair. Then came your increased anal sensitivity, which lead to your… lets call them explorations. It has also blocked some of your logical reasoning abilities to help you along your journey and make you more suggestable. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, however, not all of this was the serum. We can’t make you interested in gay sex with a serum. That was in you all along. As was your want to please. You brought those things to the table yourself. So Eli, you have a choice. You take the next two doses of the serum and you’ll be this person forever. You stop taking it now and you’ll go back largely to who you were, though will a little more muscle mass than before. And the memories of how you felt right now, how good it felt to be a dumb jock cunt. Which will it be? Go back to who you were, or stay a horny himbo cum dump?” Max held out Eli’s next dose of the serum and waited. Eli’s mind was buzzing, through the fog of hormones he felt his logical mind grappling with what he’d just been told. He ran a hand across his chest, and felt the muscles rippling beneath his shirt. He inhaled his scent. He thought about how good it felt to stretch his hole around his new dildo. He remembered the heat he’d felt as he’d taken his first load. There was no choice. There was no going back. He didn’t want to be that sad scrawny person again. He wanted to be this person. He wanted to be a himbo, he liked his new life as a jock cunt. He took the cup from Max and swallowed it in one gulp. “Good. I hoped that would be your choice. Now with your consent I’d like to do a little more than just document your muscle growth today.” “Whatever you want Max.” “Strip,” Max said, his voice commanding. Eli stood up and striped down to his underpants. Max smiled. “First boxes, then briefs, and now a jockstrap, the jock cunt progression.” “The guy at the sex shop gave it to me yesterday. He said, ‘bottoms like me shouldn’t cover their holes with briefs’.” “A wise man. Ok now Eli, would you like to show me your cunt?” “I, Max, can I tell you something?” Eli looked serious. “Of course.” “Well, the guy at the sex shop, he wasn’t originally who I had thought might be my first fuck.” “Go on.” “He was just… I went there for a bigger dildo, and then he offered and I just couldn’t resist. It was too tempting. But originally, I had hoped, that maybe, somehow… that maybe somehow you were going to fuck me.” “Oh Eli, sweet Eli. I may not have been the first to fuck you, but I am going to fill you up with my sperm often.” “Really.” “God yes. I’m not going to turn you into this himbo cum pig and then not keep you. After you’ve completed the full treatment you’ll get all the cock and cum you could ever desire here. Now, bend over and show me your cunt.” “Yes Sir!” Eli said excitedly. He spun around and bent over the exam table in front of him. With both hands he reached back and grabbed his cheeks, pulling them open. “Fuck,” Max said and he took of his sweater. “The serum’s done an even better job on your hole than I would have imagined. Look at these pink puffy lips. Fuck. In three weeks, you went from having a tight little virgin asshole to having a fucking trashed cunt. Its amazing.” He spat on his finger and ran it along the rim of Eli’s hole. The boy whimpered and shook his ass at Max. “Please.” He pleaded. “All in good time boy, all in good time.” Max finished taking off his clothes and stood naked in the middle of the room. “Tell me what you want Eli.” “I want you to fuck me.” “Is that all?” “I want your cum inside me. Breed me. Use my jock cunt.” “Good boy.” Max dropped a mouthful of spit into his hand a slathered it on his dick. Eli’s hole winked at him, still slick with lube from the last dildo he’d rode. Max smacked one of Eli’s ass cheeks playfully. The boy moaned. He was lost, he’s given in to being a himbo. Max wondered if Eli had even touched his cock since he’d started playing with dildos. That was a question for next time though, best not to strain his mind too much. The mental changes all had a better chance of sticking if Eli stayed horny and done like. Thought, from what Max could tell, there wasn’t much risk of Eli breaking out of that state any time soon. “Open up boy,” Max said as he pressed his cock inside Eli’s warm hole. “Thank you, Sir,” Eli moaned, laying his head down on the exam table.” The Final Dose: “Hello again Eli,” Max walked into the exam room and closed the door. Eli was sitting on the edge of the couch, his expression hungry. “I can’t wait to hear how the past couple days have been for you, but first,” he presented the now familiar cup to Eli, “your last dose of Himbo Serum. I want you to drink that now so it has a little time to kick in before you meet with Dr. Marks for your final inspection.” “Sure thing.” Eli took the cup and swallowed it down in one. “Perfect,” Max took the cup from Eli and sat down in the desk chair. “So, tell me what’s happened since your last dose.” “Well, after you bred me last time I went back to the sex shop before going home. I was so turned on and your load felt so good in my cunt that I wanted more. I wasn’t sure where else to go. When I got there though there was a different guy at the counter. I was kinda thrown off, I didn’t really know what to do. I went back to look at the toy. Then I heard this voice behind me, ‘Are you that horny jock cunt who keeps coming in for more dildos?’ I turned around and there was the other guy.” “How did you respond?” “I told him the truth. I said, ‘Yeah! That’s me.’ He said his friend had told him about me and offered me the same deal. He’d give me any dildo I wanted if I let him breed me. Honestly, I would have let him fuck me for nothing. I just wanted to get fucked so bad.” “I understand, go on boy.” “He took me into the back, the same little office, and told me to pull down my shorts. He didn’t even bother taking off my jock. He just dropped his pants and stuffed his cock into me. It felt so good. He fucked me for maybe fifteen minutes before he dumped his load into me too. I felt like such a whore with two men’s loads inside me. It was amazing. When we were done he pulled his pants up and I followed him out into the store. He handed me this big silvery orange egg shaped plug and said ‘Your cunt will love this.’ He was fucking right. As soon as I got home I put it in. It felt so good. I went to the gym the next day with it in.” “How did that go?” “Well I couldn’t do squats or anything but it was chest and bis day,” he flexed his now massive arms for Max, “So that was ok.” “Was that your only sexual encounter since you left?” “Well, no. I left me number with the guy at the sex shop, to give to his friend. Well the next day as I was finishing up my evening work out I got this text from a number I didn’t know. It just said ‘come get this cock jock boy,’ and then a picture of that guys cock. We sent a couple more texts and I ended up meeting him at his place. He stripped me naked and had me on my knees sucking him while he relaxed for a while then he pulled me up and had me ride his dick till he blew his load in my cunt.” “How did that feel, servicing him like that?” “Amazing! I liked making him feel good, and in the end I still got filled.” “Good. Good boy. You’re doing great. How do you feel right now?” “Hot Sir.” “Why don’t you take your clothes off and you can tell me the rest of your story.” “Ok!” Eli eagerly stripped down to just his jockstrap and sat back down continuing, “So then the next day, this is two days ago. I went to the gym as usual, came home and was playing with my cunt when I got the urge to get fucked again. I wasn’t really sure how to make that happen so I started looking around the internet. I found this website called Sniffies. It was so cool, it was all these little circles with pictures of cock that were near me. I ended up messaging a couple of guys. This one, who was really close responded first. Turns out he lived just on the other side of campus, a sophomore. So I went over to his place. I think he was a little shocked by how easily I took his dick. He said that most guys struggle, but I had no problem,” Eli grinned proudly. He hadn’t noticed but he’d shifted down the couch as he talked and now had one leg propped up exposing his hole. “Four guys in three days, that’s impressive.” “Well, technically,” Eli said looking very pleased with himself, rubbing his juicy ass lips absent mindedly, “That would have made it four guys in four days, because the first sex shop clerk fucked me the day before my last time here.” “Right you are, I stand corrected, how do you feel Eli?” “Horny as fuck. Its so hot telling you about all the guys who’ve fucked me.” “You’re doing great Eli. So, you took a load from the sophomore, two days ago. Anything happen yesterday?” Eli grinned again, “After my morning workout I got a text from the sex shop guy again. He told me to come by the store he wanted to unload. When I got there, they were both there and they tag teamed me. I had one of them in my mouth while the other one used my hole till the both gave me another hot load.” “Good boy, its good you’re using your mouth too. Any other sexual encounters? I assume you’ve been playing with your toys still.” “Its all I do. If I’m not at the gym or getting fucked I’m riding a dildo or sitting on a plug.” “Good, that’s exactly what you should be doing. How are you feeling?” “I need dick Max. That last dose… holy shit. I need it right now.” “Perfect.” Max stood up and started to take off his own clothes. “I have some good news for you Eli. I told Dr. Marks about your transformation and he was really impressed. He wants to offer you a spot in another continuing program. Would you like that?” “Does it mean getting fucked more?” Max smiled, “Absolutely. Not only will it get you fucked even more, it’ll train you to be the best cum dump you can be.” “Yes please! I want it! Sign me up!” “I thought you might say that. So, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to breed you now.” Max lined up his hard cock with Eli’s hole, and pushed forward. He sank into the warm welcoming guts of Eli’s cunt, and continued, “After I’ve bred you Dr. Marks is going to fuck you, then Toby our receptionist. And once your cunt is full of our cum we’ll take you down to the hypno room and start your programing. How does that sound?” “Amazing! Please fuck me Max. Breed me.” “Good boy.” --- “Welcome to Week One of Bottom Boy Training. You’ve done so well. We are so proud of you. You’ve come so far. You’ve given in. You finally understand the truth, and now you know there is no going back. You are a himbo. You are a dumb jock cunt. You are a slut. You are a whore. You are desperate for cock. All your pleasure comes from you hole. All your pleasure comes from your cunt. Give in, release yourself. “Give yourself over to the pleasure of service. Feel how easy it is to give over control. Its so much simpler. Let yourself go. Your purpose in life is to service men. You are a himbo. You work out, you stretch your cunt, and you service men. Give in to that. Give in to who you are. You are a dumb jock cunt.

Part 23 I was sitting on the edge of the queen-size bed in one of the two bedrooms in Kevin's apartment. Ryan and Drew were with me and were making sure I was drinking plenty of water and gatorade. We had come here after Drew asked if I was going to be in trouble with my wife after being gone all afternoon. I told him she was out of town for a few days with my daughter and it was just me and my son Jeremy at home while they were gone. I added that I hardly saw Jeremy much since he was always off doing things with friends. “You got that right,” Ryan had laughed and I asked what he meant. And what Drew had meant about helping me to get to have sex with Jeremy. Then he had told me. A little more than a month ago he had met a young guy at the same park where he had met me. He couldn't say for sure since he didn't know what my son looked like but he thought it might be my son because the guy's name was Jeremy. After talking briefly with him Drew found out that his Jeremy was wanting to have sex with other guys and explore around some. Drew had taken him over to Ryan's place and they had introduced the guy to smoking tina and man-sex. “He got into it all right away. Even quicker than you did, Daddy Justin,” Drew had chuckled. He and Ryan had shown the guy quite a lot that first time and Drew had popped his cherry. Then he asked if I had a picture of my son. I told him there was one in my wallet in my shorts and Ryan found them and brought them to me. With trembling hands I had opened my wallet and showed them a picture of my son. “Hot damn!” Ryan blurted out, followed by Drew telling me the Jeremy he had met in the park was my son. I had set there in a daze on the edge of the picnic table listening to what they were telling me, my drug-hazed mind trying to take it all in. I didn't know what to say or think but Drew noticed that my cock was totally hard again and commented on it. “Looks like you're turned on Daddy Justin knowing I got your son high and took his cherry. Just like I took yours.” I groaned and wrapped my hand around my rock-hard boner. Finally finding my voice I shakily asked Drew what made him think that Jeremy would want to have sex with me, his own father. Maybe he was just into younger guys like Drew and Ryan. That's when Kevin had joined in the conversation. “There's a good reason we think that buddy,” he'd said sitting next to me on the picnic table. “The following weekend Drew brought Jeremy over to my place to party and play with me and a couple of my friends, about my same age. To make a long story short he got into the dad/son incest roleplay real fast and was calling each of us Daddy and loved when we called him son. At one point one of my buddies asked him about his own dad, if he was hot.” Kevin's gaze bore into my eyes as he paused then continued, saying, “and Jeremy told us his dad was hot as hell and he'd jacked off before, thinking about having sex with him. With YOU, Justin.” “Oh shit!” I'd moaned, and had to take my hand off my cock to keep myself from cumming. “So you see, Daddy Justin, it's something we can help make happen for you. If you want,” Drew softly said as he placed his lips on mine and slid his tongue inside my mouth. Even as I had started kissing Drew back my mind was going a mile a minute and the forbidden desire grew into a dark irresistable hunger. Everything I had believed all my life about right and wrong, about what was and was not acceptable disappeared entirely, replaced by a hellish pulsing carnal eagerness to enjoy what these studs were offering me. They had broken me and I wanted to experience the decadence they had so easily led me to. “Yes,” I'd croaked, looking at Drew. “I want.” So now, here we were, at Kevin's place, waiting for my son Jeremy to show up. Kevin had called him before we ever left the park and asked if he wanted to come over tonight and have some fun with him and Drew and Ryan, and, he'd added, another friend of his who was around Kevin's age. Jeremy hadn't hesitated to excitedly tell Kevin that yes, he wanted to. I was nervous as hell while we waited but also turned on in a way I couldn't believe or describe. Drew and Ryan and I were in the bedroom with the door closed as we sat watching the live stream on the computer screen on the table in front of us. Kevin had hidden cameras and microphones throughout his apartment and we were going to watch him and Jeremy before eventually joining them. Kevin was getting things ready in the living room as we watched him set a couple of crystal-filled pipes and lighters on the coffee table along with a bottle of poppers, then put a hot bareback dvd in his player and checked with us to make sure we could hear and see him okay. Drew told him we could and a moment later there was a knock on the door of the apartment, making me jump. Drew laughed easily and handed me a glass pipe and lighter and told me to take a couple hits and to get ready to watch the show. I took a deep draw on the pipe once the smoke started swirling, my eyes and ears locked onto the computer screen in front of us. Kevin looked into the camera and winked at us before he opened the door. I moaned deep and felt my pulse quicken as I saw Jeremy standing there and then grin when he saw Kevin, who was wearing nothing but a snug-fitting jockstrap. “Fucking hot!” I heard Jeremy say as he eyed the sexy stud in front of him. Kevin chuckled. “Glad you think so, son,” and invited Jeremy inside. As soon as the door was closed the two immediately began making out, their moans loud even though muffled with their lips locked together. I blew out my third cloud and handed the pipe to Ryan as I felt my nervousness fade away watching Kevin and my teen-aged son. From next to me Drew kissed my neck and asked if I was okay. “Hell yeah!” I answered back, not taking my eyes from the screen. After making out for a few minutes Kevin broke the kiss and said, “Get out of those clothes son. Let your daddy see your hot naked body.” I knew Kevin meant me, but Jeremy thought it was his roleplay daddy. Jeremy quickly undressed and I gasped. His body was magnificent! Muscled, hard, a slight dusting of hair on his upper body. And his cock! Oh fuck, his cock! It was rigid and standing straight out from his tight abs and had to be at least as big as mine, if not bigger. Ryan pulled on one of my nips and said, “Your son is damn hot-looking isn't he, Justin? And look at that cock man!” That's exactly what I was looking at. We heard Jeremy ask Kevin, “Do you like seeing me naked Daddy Kevin?” in a voice deeper than I'd ever heard Jeremy use before. “Fuck yeah I do son!” Kevin answered. “Cmon,” Kevin continued, leading Jeremy to the couch. “Let's get you high and fucked up before we have some fun.” As they sat down on the couch and Kevin reached for the full pipe and one of the lighters Jeremy asked where Drew and Ryan and Kevin's friend were. “They'll be here soon,” Kevin told him. “Now here, suck on this glass cock and let's get this party started.” Jeremy eagerly and expertly placed the pipe's stem between his lips as Kevin lit the flame beneath the bowl. Jeremy started drawing in the thick smoke and we all heard Kevin say, “Get fucked up good son. This is going to be a night like you've never had!” And I watched my young handsome son inhale the fuck smoke that I was already hooked on. I couldn't wait to see how nasty it made him, just like it makes me. (to be continued)

I've been fucked by all my younger cousins, my half brother, my best friend & his younger brothers & couple of my gay friends bf's

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Chapter 7 The men lay in a sex daze for some time on the bed before Jason instructs his son to get up. “Son I’m so proud of your acceptance of your new role and the intense changes that are taking place. Now It is time for the next stage. Although, your lean muscular body advertises you as a submissive jock slut, I think we need to emphasize it by shaving you body from the neck down. Tyler and I will take you into he bathroom shave you. Your hairlessness will emphasize you as my submissive jock son, contrasted by my dominant hairy muscular frame.” Jason explained. “Oh dad that’s so hot”, Jake said earnestly. The men proceeded to the large walk-in shower. Tyler and Jason massaged shaving lotion all over Jake’s body and shaved every hair from his dick, balls, ass, legs and chest. They both took special attention on Jake’s hole shaving closely to his jockpussy lips and grazing the tender skin causing a few small cuts to form. As they did this they fingered his now smooth hole massaging the fresh poz load in his hole into the small newly formed abrasions. This aroused all three men. After the shave was completed they all washed themselves with in the hot steamy shower. Then all three went to the small sauna adjacent the cabin. There Jason and Tyler relaxed in the sauna as Jake knelt in front of the hairy, imposing men, Taking turning sucking on each man’s cock while they laid back tweaking their nipples, encouraging the obedient muscle jock to earn his ‘breakfast’. As the men reached climax the now smooth teen guzzled down their dirty loads demonstrating his new role as their new submissive cum hungry jock slut.

That’s not how it works. The host doesn’t become resistant to the medication, it’s the disease strain that’s resistant, and the bug that’s resistant is already resistant before it enters the host. Getting infected multiple times means you have more chances to draw the short straw and pick up a resistant strain, but it doesn’t change your body in some way that makes medicine ineffective. Going untreated and walking around like a human petri dish does, however, allow the colonies of bacteria or viruses to multiply at will, creating an environment for the generation of mutation strains that may have resistant qualities. This is especially so in people who start treatment but are inconsistent with it or do not complete it, allowing the pathogens that survive exposure to the medication to reproduce. That means the bugs better equipped to shake off the meds pass on those qualities. That’s why it’s particularly important for people on ART to be meds-compliant.

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My boy and I had moved in together a few months ago, and we were celebrating our one-year anniversary. We discussed a few ways of blowing off some steam and having a party, maybe a nice dinner, going out clubbing, something out of the ordinary. Secretly, I made reservations at the swankiest restaurant downtown. I was planning on meeting him at home after work, and surprising him. I told him to be home and ready for a little fun at 6:30PM sharp. That would give us enough time to fool around, shower, change, and get downtown by 8:30PM. He winked at me and told me to expect a bit of a surprise as well. It was a long day at work, and I kept watching the clock as the time approached for me to leave. I couldn’t focus on my job, so I left a few minutes early. When I got home, I saw my boy’s car in the driveway, but there was a second car in the driveway. A car I didn't recognize. I went to unlock the door, and found it slightly ajar. I knew he had planned something, so I wasn’t shocked when I heard sex noises from our bedroom, or when I saw the trail of clothes on the floor leading in that direction. I was a bit curious when I saw a red jockstrap. I’d never seen my boy wear one before, and certainly not a red one. And we had porn and a TV in the bedroom, so I thought he might be warming up with a video. After all, I was home a few minutes early. I stripped to my underwear and approached our bedroom. I pushed the door to the bedroom open and my jaw dropped. There was my boy, on his back, bare naked, with a muscle stud daddy, who was wearing only a tight tank top, pounding his ass. The daddy heard the door creak and nodded at me. ‘You want some of this,’ he asked. My boy and I had talked about spicing things up, but I didn’t realize that this would be his surprise. I was also taken aback when the muscle daddy pulled his throbbing manhood out of my boy’s ass and I saw that they had been fucking bareback. I had assumed that daddy meant to share my boy’s hole with me, and my boy seemed eager, so I stripped off my underwear. Daddy oinked approval at my tight body and pulled me towards him with my dick. He leaned in and kissed me. I figured he would guide my dick into my boy’s hole, but he took the breath out of me when he shoved me down onto the mattress. He spit on my ass and spread my cheeks. Without lube or a condom, he drove his thick tool into me. I gasped for air as he started pounding me, and my boy leaned over to kiss me. Daddy pulled out and shoved his dick back into my boy. I rolled over onto my back, matching my boy’s position. Looking up at daddy’s heaving chest, I realized that his tanktop was mesh, and sort of see-through. I loved that his burly mass of hair was forcing its way out of the neck and armholes, and I could make out his pecs and nipples through the shirt. I could see he had a tattoo on his left pec but couldn’t make it out. Something tribal, I supposed. My boy moaned and whimpered as this stranger pounded his ass. His hard dick was bouncing everywhere as daddy pounded away. I wrapped my hand around his cock and let him fuck my fist while he squirmed on daddy’s cock. My sexy bottom boy was getting close. Daddy pulled out and lined his glistening pole up to my boy’s cock. When my boy started to cum, it all landed along that thick daddy dick. Daddy chuckled as he lined up that cummy cock with my ass. ‘You gonna take his last clean load!” I was puzzled, but that didn’t stop me from giving over to pleasure and taking that dick all the way. Daddy kept fucking and as his pace quickened, his body started dripping sweat onto me. My boy rolled over on top of me and kissed me hard as daddy paused to remove his tank. He kept plowing hard until he announced, “I’m gonna cum! Gonna breed your hole!” I wanted to see his face as he shot his load into my ass, and I started cumming, without touching myself, as my boy rolled onto my side and the wind was knocked out of me when I saw that his pec tattoo was a biohazard symbol! I had just taken my first POZ load! I was stunned as daddy wiped his cock on my ass and unceremoniously left. My boy grinned at me as he fingered some seed out of my leaking ass and into his own. “Did I just take a POZ load,” I asked him. “Probably. I took his first load before you got here. Was thinking I’d get his second load too, but you got home early.” I just gawked at him. How could he set me up like this, on our anniversary no less??? I tried to remain calm, but I was feeling sick inside. “So, we’re just gonna take POZ cum without discussing it, and then go to dinner like a happy couple,” I asked. “No. I cancelled the reservations, babe… We’re gonna stay here all night and take dick. No questions asked.” I was flabbergasted, but that didn’t stop my cock from hardening again. He continued, “You said you wanted to spice things up. How’s that for spicy? I placed an ad online a few days ago. I’ve lined up about ten tops to come over and breed us.” He reached over to the bedside table, and grabbed his phone. He pulled up an ad on C*****list, and showed me: TWO HEALTHY GUYS LOOKING FOR A CHANGE. BREED US BOTH. TAKING ALL LOADS. DOOR UNLOCKED. PUMP AND DUMP. THIS IS FOR REAL. ***-***-****. TEXT FOR DIRECTIONS AND TIMES. As I read I, I couldn’t stop my cock from straining to full hardness. Just then, the phone buzzed and I heard a car engine stop outside. “Looks like our next top is here. Happy anniversary, my darling.” He kissed me and assumed the position, ass up, with the sound of footsteps down the hall. I lined up beside him and kissed him hard as I felt a warm hard cock press against my ass.

Chapter 2: Beer and Bros The water felt refreshing as it ran down my naked body. The HR on boarding process was brutal, and my bicycle ride home was hot. The water was lulling me into a haze, and I was beginning to forget myself. My cock was getting fatter, and I began to fist it while I tweaked my right nipple on my well defined pec. Suddenly I heard the door to the apartment close, and I was pulled back from my haze. Shit. I forgot about Chase. I rinsed myself one last time, and turned the shower off. As I was drying off, I yelled from the bathroom, "Sorry, Chase! I'm nearly ready." I heard Chase open a beer. "No sweat." He chuckled. "Actually, a lot of sweat. It's hot as fuck in here." I wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked from the bathroom to the bedroom, which gave me a glimpse of Chase. He was sweating through his white button down shirt. The sweat was making a v pattern from his muscular shoulders to the middle of his chest. I could see right through it. He smiled at me, and looked me up and down as I passed into the bedroom to put clothes on. What was happening? Was I imagining the longer looks, the craned neck in the bathroom, the once over just now? If so, why would I imagine this? If not, did I just invite a sweaty gay dude up to my apartment for beers? I threw on some running shorts and t-shirt. "Yeah, there's nothing like showering away the sweat, only to get out and sweat more." I came out of the bedroom, and ushered Chase to sofa. He handed me a beer on the way over, and I cracked it open. Chase sat down, and looked up at me. "Well, at least we look good doing it. Cheers." There it was again. Did he just say that I looked good sweaty? I forced out a laugh, "Yeah. Cheers." I took a long chug from the beer. I was hot as fuck, and this was a little awkward. "That's delicious. What are we drinking?" "It's a double IPA from Hinesburg, you know, one of those hazy, juicy New England IPAs." "A double IPA? They're usually a little too malty for my taste, but this is fantastic. I should watch out." And yet I took another swig--it was just so damn hot, and this was cold and refreshing. "So tell me about yourself, Chase." Chase is an English teacher, and he got a job teaching 8th grade at the middle school. "It's not my first choice, but it's a good gig, and sooner or later I hope I can move up to the high school." "Oof. Yeah, middle schoolers are so awkward." "So awkward, it's painful at times. While I do love teaching, the real reason I'm here is because I got a job as the head football coach at the high school." "Ah. That explains your body." Jesus. Did that fall out of mouth? "Sorry, I mean, well...you're built like a brick house. I mean you look great." What was I saying? Stop. right. now. Chase looked me directly in the eye, and gave me that warm smile. "Thanks. I can't say I feel great right now. Your apartment is a furnace." "Yeah, do people in Vermont have AC's? It never occurred to me how hot the summer can get, especially being on third floor. I think I may have to break down and get a window unit." "I agree. Until then, do you mind if I take off my shirt? This wet cotton is uncomfortable." I swallowed the rest of the beer down. "Uh, sure." Chase got up and unbuttoned his shirt revealing a chiseled body with hard lines everywhere. His chest hair spread out across his hard, wide pecs, and then swooped down into a V that lead to a trail which disappeared beneath his waistband. He threw his shirt over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, and got two more beers. As we sat there sharing stories from our lives, and guzzling down a few more beers, I too, sweat through my t-shirt. "I look ridiculous being the only one here that's shirtless. Plus that shirt is soaked. Won't you join me?" I was drunk at this point, and Chase's logic made sense. I stood up, and as I pulled my shirt over my head, I began to stumble." "Whoa! Whoa!" cried Chase. I felt one of his arms wrap around my waist, and with his other arm, he finished yanking the shirt off of me. His arm was still wrapped around my waist, and it felt good. As our wet, slick bodies pressed against each other, something was awakened deep inside of me. I stayed in his embrace for a few seconds too long. I backed away, and sat back down. "Um. Sorry. Those double IPAs are strong!" "Yeah, they really are. I'm pretty drunk myself. I don't think I'm going to be able to drive home tonight. I bought a little house in Richmond on 10 acres, and it's about a 30 minute drive. I'm not even sure if Uber goes out that far. Do you mind if I crash here?" So I was sitting in my living room with a shirtless god, we're both drunk, and I was constantly wondering whether or not he was gay. And now he was asking if he could stay the night. Honestly, I was feeling so good, and I genuinely enjoyed his company, so I heard myself saying, "Of course!" "In that case, should we have another beer?" "Definitely." When I came back from the refrigerator, Chase was down to his black briefs. "Sorry, I hope you don't mind. I was getting swamp ass in my pants." "Cheers." I handed him a beer. He looked me over again. "You know, you have such a great body. What do you do to keep that fit," asked Chase. "I swim, lift, and run." "I'm impressed. I also love your style. Simple and chic." I laughed. "You like my style right now," I asked looking down at my almost naked body. "Especially right now." There it was again. Even drunk, I was certain Chase just hit on me. It felt good. Usually I was the one who hitting on the girl. "You know Lucas, I watched you walk into that conference room today, and from the moment you removed your mask, and grinned at me, I have been wanting to kiss you." I could feel my heart beating in my head. "I'm...um, you know...I'm not." As I was forming the words, Chase slipped off the couch, and in one swoop landed his lips right onto mine. And the thing is...I loved it.

The past year I had gotten in to gangbang porn. I had decided that it was finally time to throw myself in and take multiple guys living out my growing fantasy. I had surfed Grindr and set up many group chats with guys and tried to organise a gangbang. These kept falling through and usually ended up as a 1-1 fuck or a three way - which are great but I wanted a gangbang. Im well aquatinted with saunas and I decided I'd use one to get gangfucked. I set off to some of the smaller saunas one in Stourbridge which has a sling room. I decided to lie in the sling with the door open and just take whatever came in. Again this was great but I just had one guy after the other as they would lock the door when coming in. Instead I decided to be a real cumslut. I booked a full day off work and went to daralston on a daretobare Wednesday. The place was full. There was cock everywhere. All races ages and cock sizes. I went to the sauna to relax a bit first and had a play with my hole. I'm notoriously tight so I loosened my hole with some lube. A guy came in and sat next to me. He was offering to take me to a private room. I refused and instead told him my plan. I got friendly with this man and asked him to check people were using condoms and being safe. I told him I wanted to go lie down on the bed in the open group play area and just take whatever came my way. He agreed and gave me a sniff of his poppers saying I'd need it. We chilled in the sauna for a further 10 minutes while I got my nerves together and had multiple more hits of poppers. We both walked through to the group room which only had a few guys in who were watching guys fucking in the glass booths. I lay on the oversized leather bed in the middle of the room which instantly made several heads turn. They were too either too shy to come fuck me or they just wanted to watch and wanna off. Men started coming in to the room and before long I had three guys circling me. I flipped over from laying on my back to a doggy position. A guy mounted the bed and came in to position to fuck me. He started fingering my hole, a guy came Infront and started rubbing his cock over my face. The third guy came to my side and started massaging me. I looked up and sawmy friend was stood in the corner handing out condoms and lube. Many more men were gathering round me and I was being felt with multiple hands, fingered with what felt like 2 fingers and had a large 9-10 inch cock gently face fucking me. The fingering stopped and I felt my hips be grabbed. Out of nowhere I received several hard spanks and felt a cock head be pushed in to my hole, and then instantly balls deep. He was 7-8 inches probably but quite thick. I reached my hand back and felt the condom on which made me feel at ease. Several hands were still over me and I managed to look up in between facefucked. I saw several more men had joined in the room. It was now very crowded. There were two black guys one either side of me. I looked down to their cocks and was so pleased with what I saw. They were hard as fuck and probably 9 inches a piece. I instantly contorted down and gave them both oral switching between the two big black sticks while still being ass fucked hard. The guy fucking me started to moan and left a large load in his condom which he poured over my back. He got off the bed and left, at which point the black man to my left said it's "it's my turn now boy". He moved round to mount my boyhole and was instantly replaced with another man filling in his place to the left of me. The guy facefucking me started moaning loudly while watching the BBC sliding up and down teasing my hole. He grabbed my head and pulled me in to deep throat balls deep and shot a load down my throat. He pulled out and wiped his saliva dripping cock over my face. Got off the bed and left. The black guy to my right filled his place and pushed my head down saying "I ain't gonna be as gentle as he was you slut" "I bet your only really here for the BBC sent you slut?". He started facefucking my while holding my head down in to the bed. This was rough. I was in pain. I felt the black guy teasing my arse pushing his cock in and out of my hole. He started holding me down too. I could barely move. Several men were now pushing me down in to the bed. I caught a glimpse of what was happening and could no longer see my friend. The BBC in my ass pushed deep in to my rectum and started power fucking me. I didn't know how long I could take this rough fucking for. But I was lovibg it at the same time. As their grip on me started to loosen I could look around more and saw a nice big white cock to my right. It was my friends cock which seemed small when soft but now hard it was a monster. I noticed he was passing lube to the guy fucking me regularly. He sped up his pounding. Gripping me again. Tighter. Harder. Deeper with every stroke. He started moaning and shouting "are you ready for this you pig??" He climaxed and instantly I could feel his cock throbbing. I could feel wet and as he pulled out I felt what I thought was lube running down my leg. He took off the condom and put it Infront of me. It was ripped on the front and was covered in my ass juices. He laughed at me and told me to enjoy the other black seed in here again getting off the bed and walking away. My friend told hold of my head and spat in my face saying "we all may as well seed you now". The black man pumping my mouth stopped saying "you'll take my seed now you cunt, your gonna be addicted to my black seed boy". He positioned himself back behind me and rapidly put his cock deep in my hole. Only cum as lube. I was nervous. I had tried to only bareback with regular guys or friends. But I was having cummed pumped through both my holes. Three cocks lined up in front of my mouth for me to give pleasure to my friend was in the middle. I was sucking them all. Deepthroating one to the balls then moving to the next. I couldn't deepthroat my friends cock though.

Hey, my name is Myles and it looks like I've caused way more drama than I ever intended… But let me back up and start by saying I'm a top who's fantasized about getting pozzed for a really long time – mostly 'cause, in my mind, being able to infect someone is the pinnacle of what it means to be a top. It's the ultimate way to dominate someone sexually. More and more bottoms are letting guys fuck them raw and cum in their asses. It would be so hot to be shooting toxic loads and knock them up as I breed their ass! Thing is, while I really wanna to be a toxic poz top, I hate getting fucked, and getting fucked is the only sure-fire way to get pozzed. I was fucking every slutty bottom I could find, but could never manage to get knocked up. It was frustrating – being a top just isn't risky enough. I'd fantasize about pozzing bottoms as I blew my load in their ass, but deep down I knew I was firing blanks. Then I met this guy named Mike. He lives in what's basically a free whore house. You can go there any time and find ass to fuck. Anyway, he LOVED taking loads, but he also liked getting his load in guys – especially in tops. It was a challenge for him to see if he could get total tops like me to walk away with his cum in their ass. In hindsight he sorta understood me better than I understood myself. He talked me into it by saying "Don't worry, I won't fuck you. I'll just jack off and when I'm just about to cum I'll stick just the head of my dick in your hole. It won't hurt at all. I promise." I'm not sure why I hadn't thought of that myself – it sorta seemed like the perfect solution for a top like me who wanted to take loads and get pozzed, but didn't want to get fucked. I let him blow his load in me and as I walked away that night there were all sorts of emotions flowing through me. I was excited, but a bit scared too. I mean I just took a load from one of NY's top cumdumps. What does it mean to be a cumdump's cumdump? Yeah, I wanted to get pozzed, but until that night it wasn't really something that seemed like a real possibility. And I realized I didn't even ask his status… I went back a few days later to breed him and he "jack off'd" another load into my ass. After he blew his load I asked about his status and he laughed and said "A bit late to be asking that question… but to answer it – I'm on PrEP". While I was excited to be taking loads, hearing he was on PrEP was a bit of a let down. The other thing that sorta held me back from bottoming for just anyone was that when I got pozzed I wanted to know who pozzed me and have a connection with him. I wanted it to be someone special – like Mike, actually. I knew I was never going to have more than a sexual relationship with him, but he was the type of guy who was like the Pied Piper – he just made you feel special. Of course it didn't hurt that he was totally my type. But from the looks of it he was never going to make me poz – he probably didn't even want to be poz. The whole situation was sorta frustrating me a bit and then one night I went over to fuck him and he was playing with this hunky Latino. It was hot seeing Mike get pounded. The other top "played well" and we tag teamed Mike's ass for 20 or 30 minutes. I blew my load in him and stayed there a bit watching the Latino fuck him. I could tell the top was getting close and just before he blew he asked Mike "You want my dirty load, pig?" And Mike replied with an enthusiastic "Sí Papi!" The wheels started turning in my head – was this guy toxic? Had Mike just taken an infectious load? When the top caught his breath I timidly asked him "So 'dirty load' – does that mean you're toxic?" He looked at Mike and replied, "Ah shit, I thought I was being discreet…" Looking at me… "Yeah, poz and not on meds. Sorry I let that slip, Mike doesn't want other guys knowing he gets into poz stuff…" The two of them could tell I was totally turned on by Mike taking a toxic load. Even though I'd just cum, my dick was completely hard and I said "I wanna fuck him with your load in his ass". Mike's ass usually has a few loads in it and it almost always feels really silky and wonderful, but knowing that at least one of those loads was high viral was a huge turn on for me. As I fucked him I was whispering in his ear "So you're a bug chaser, eh?" "Yeah…" he replied sheepishly. I told him "It's a huge turn on that you wanna become poz. I wish you'd go off PrEP. I'd totally continue to take loads from you. It would be hot if I got it from you." While I was fucking him he played along with my fantasy – "Yeah, it'd be hot knocking you up. I'd love to be able to poz total tops – it's why I try so hard to get my loads in them…" Needless to say I didn't last long before I blew a second load in his ass. Afterwards, he told me that getting pozzed is a huge fantasy for him, but he's still trying to be responsible, hence the PrEP. Though if it happened one of these days he wouldn't really be surprised. I mean he gets thousands of loads in his ass every year… The top asked me if I was on PrEP. I told him "No, though I was in a PrEP-related study years ago." Then he asked "Aren't you worried?" I didn't want to elaborate too much so just told him I wasn't all that worried since I was a total top. He looked at me with a big smirk and said, "Well, if that ever changes…" I could barely sleep that night. I had to figure out how to get the Latino to poz Mike so Mike could poz me. Then it struck me – I still had left over pills from when I was in the PrEP study that looked just like Truvada. They'd told me at the end that I was in the placebo arm of the study and to throw the pills away – that they were just useless sugar pills. I'd kept them just as a kind of souvenir, but maybe they were my ticket to getting pozzed… I mean if I could substitute them for Mike's Truvada, maybe he'd get pozzed, and then poz me… Next time I went to fuck Mike I went into the bathroom and there in the medicine cabinet were a bunch of bottles of Truvada for the various guys who lived there and one belonged to Mike. Jackpot! I was a bit surprised they'd just leave those in a medicine cabinet where anyone had access to them, but I wasn't gonna complain. That fuck session with Mike was pretty intense. We went into one of the private rooms and did all sorts of poz talk – I telling him he was just a worthless bug chaser, that sluts like him don't deserve PrEP, and so on. He seemed to love it. As he was blowing his load in me I was like "So, you gonna make me a poz top so I can infect a bunch of neg guys?" That gave him a big smirk on his face. You could tell he wanted to poz guys as much as I did. When we'd blown our loads we laid there chatting a bit. I asked how often he takes loads from the toxic Latino and he said 2 to 3 times a week since the guy lives nearby. I was thinking "Bingo!", but answered "That's so hot!" I asked about the whole testing and PrEP thing. He said everyone in the house was on PrEP – that they had a doc that came once a month for STD tests and then every three months the tests included an HIV test and the other tests you need when you're on PrEP. I casually asked "So when was your last HIV test then?" I hoped the question didn't seem too odd, but it didn't seem to phase him – he said "We get tested the first of every month and then see the doc for the PrEP appointment a week later if it's first month of the quarter – so January, April, etc. They make it simple to remember 'cause we're not allowed to miss the tests or the appointment." That night when I went home I did the math… I sort wanted to see if I could get him pozzed and not have it discovered for a while. I wanted as many of his toxic loads in me as possible before he found out and went on meds. I gambled a little that they weren't using the tests that detect an infection immediately after it happens, so I wanted him to get pozzed about 2-3 weeks before an HIV test. And it takes about 2 weeks for PrEP to leave your system, so that meant I had to get him off his PrEP and onto placebo about 4 weeks before an HIV test. His next test was October 1, so I needed to get him on placebo the first few days of September… Perfect… that was just 2 weeks away! The next time we fucked I pushed him on the idea of going off PrEP, but he wouldn't budge. Then the time after that I suggested that once a week he give me one of his pills – basically lowering his dose to 6 pills a week. I told him how studies said he had full protection with as few as 4 pills per week, so 6 was still really good. But he should do it 'cause he knew deep down he was a bug chaser… Initially he said 'no', but I could tell something in him wanted to do it. Finally he said "Wait there" and a minute later he came back with a pill in his hand. I quickly put the pill in my pants pocket so it would be out of sight, out of mind, and he wouldn't change his mind and want it back. I could tell he was wanting to play with fire, but knew he was on the fence. On September 3rd I went over and took my bottle of placebo pills. I had quite a few 'cause they terminated the study unexpectedly because the preliminary results had come through and the effectiveness of PrEP was really clear. They had given me a 30 day supply just before they found out they were terminating things. And I wasn't quite done with the previous bottle of pills. Anyway, I found Mike's bottle of Truvada, took out the 6 pills that were inside and replaced them with 6 placebo pills. A week later I went back and found his new bottle freshly opened and took all but 5 pills out. I mixed my placebos with those 5 pills and put them all back in the bottle. I mixed in some of his real Truvada because I wanted to stretch out the placebos. I figured he'd be averaging about 1 or 2 pills of Truvada per week which was way too low to give him any protection. I made sure to go hookup with him a couple times a week in part to see if I could figure out when he got fuck flu. Each time I'd ask how many loads he'd gotten from the toxic Latino. Good news was that the Latino was fucking him pretty regularly as well. Needless to say I'd get totally boned knowing Mike was losing his protection against the Latino's dirty loads. I also pushed him to reduce his PrEP usage even further. Every time I went I'd ask for a pill (2 per week). The first time or two he said he'd given me one last time so I had to wait. Then a couple weeks later he said "You said 4 pills was full protection, right?" I said yes. He got quiet and then ran out for a pill. That made me so hard, I threw him on his belly and fucked him telling him he was a good bug chaser. I kept watching him for fuck flu symptoms but it never really came. There were two times in a row toward the end of the month when he said he felt run down, but Mike was a slut and wasn't letting that slow him down. I hoped that was him going through fuck flu, but wasn't sure. November 10th came and I brought my 7 remaining pills, plus the 7 he'd given me that were probably mostly placebo. I mixed those into the pills at the top of his bottle so he'd still not be getting the recommended dose for the next two or thee weeks, but unfortunately I knew he'd be back on full strength PrEP before the end of the month. A few days later I felt pretty run down as well. Given the timing – 2 weeks after taking Mike's load when he was "feeling run down" – I was hopeful I was now poz, but wasn't quite sure. Then my plan was over and my placebo pills were all gone. I didn't even know for sure if it had worked, but I hoped it had. After I felt run down I cut back the hookups with Mike to once a week and made him give me two pills each time I showed up. And I made sure every load I could blow went into a bottom who at least claimed to be neg. Actually, if the plan had worked and the strain didn't cause fuck flu that was sorta perfect for stealthing guys. They'd never be able to pinpoint a time when they got pozzed, so never figure out it was me who pozzed them. I gotta say it was SO hot breeding all those unsuspecting bottoms! Some were on PrEP, but who knows about the others? I always carried a doctored condom with me in case they insisted on me rubbering up I just wished I knew for sure if I was infecting them… New Year's Eve came and I spent it at Mike's place – there was a HUGE sex party down on the ground floor. The toxic Latino was there. I finally found out his name – Felix. At the stroke of midnight he blew his load in Mike's hole and then I followed with my (hopefully) poz load. At one point we were all so drunk. Mike's hole was dripping with cum and I said laughingly "You get tested tomorrow, right? Bet with all the alcohol in your system your liver function tests won't look so great". He laughed and said "Yeah, the New Year's Day tests are always bad – sometimes they have to repeat them…" I smiled and thought to myself - hopefully they won't be focusing on your liver tests this time… After New Year's some friends wanted to go to Puerto Vallarta to escape the cold weather so it was a couple weeks before I got back to see Mike. I made him promise to skip his PrEP even though I wasn't there to take his pills. He promised me he'd keep skipping the two days a week. I tried to talk him up to three days a week, but he said he didn't want to push it. But he admitted he's been thinking of stopping completely. That doing so much poz talk with me and Felix really makes him wanna be poz. But he just can't bring himself to go off PrEP and let it happen. It was hot hearing him say that. I knew if my plan hadn't worked that he'd probably just choose to get pozzed in the not-too-distant future. The trip to Puerto Vallarta was a blast. I fucked SO many guys! I gotta say being in a country with no PrEP and suspecting that you're high viral load poz is really incredibly intense. I made sure to ask all the bottoms whether they were neg and assured them that my last test was neg as well And somehow the condom always seemed to break when they insisted I use one (lol). I desperately wanted to know if I was poz, but knowing none of the bottoms were on PrEP and most still took my load willingly… Well, you can't beat that! I sorta expected Mike to text me after he saw his doctor to say he was poz, but I never got the text. That made me wonder if I'd managed to poz him after all. But when I got back and went to his place he pulled me into one of the private rooms, put his whole bottle of Truvada in my hand and said "I won't be needing the pills anymore… You know how you kept saying it'd be hot if I got pozzed and pozzed you in the process? Well, it looks like you got your wish. My test came back poz and on top of that I've managed to poz all the other guys in the house and probably tons of other guys, including you. So you're probably poz now too." I got an instant boner and just wanted to fuck, but stopped myself and asked "ALL the other guys in the house? Aren't they on PrEP?" He said "Yeah, but it looks like it's a Truvada-resistant strain." I was a little dumbfounded. I mean I'd meant for him to get pozzed and poz me, but never imagined it would go much much beyond that except maybe a few "total tops" who weren't on PrEP but let Mike "jack off" into their asses. "So are you telling all the guys you've fucked to get tested? I mean you've gotten your load into a lot of 'total tops' and they've probably fucked a lot of other guys…" He looked sheepish and said, "There's a warning sign on the door as you come in the house. We've decided that's all the warning they get. There's just too many guys to tell…" I thought some of the previous sessions with him had been intense, but that one was off the hook. This time we knew he was poz and giving me a toxic load. And we suspected the load I was giving him was toxic as well. You always hear how sex is hotter when you're poz – well, I totally experienced it swapping toxic loads with him! After we fucked I asked if it was Felix who infected him. "Doesn't look like it – we've checked and his strain isn't Truvada-resistant. His strain is similar, but different. Though I wonder if reducing the amount of PrEP is what did it? But since my strain is meds-resistant I must have just gotten fucked by the wrong top." I corrected him "…Or the right top…" He said "Yeah, I know. Now that I've had time to digest it, I'm not sure why I tried to stay neg… I love being poz… Whoever he was, he was the right top!" Before that point I had never really thought about a strain being Truvada-resistant or not. But what he said made me realize that me putting him being on really low doses of PrEP, and then him going back to full-strength PrEP when the placebo ran out is probably how Felix's strain became Truvada-resistant. But I didn't share my thoughts – I wasn't sure I wanted to tell him what I'd done. Then I asked if he was going on meds. "No, we've all sorta decided to stay off meds. I mean the horse has escaped, there's no point closing the barn door now… I gotta say though – it's cool watching some of the bottoms really get into being gift giving tops. We used to discourage bottoms from coming here, but now we're seeing how many we can get in to breed. It's only been a couple weeks, but damn, it's a lot of fun! Especially all those prissy Truvada whores who think they can fuck raw and get away with it… I used to be like that… Now we all just gangbang them and go home pozzed." I went home completely stunned. My plan to infect one guy plus myself looks like it's infected hundreds of guys. And if they keep it up and everyone that goes to that house winds up poz, and the tops and tourists go and spread it further, the numbers could get into the thousands pretty quickly. I'm just conflicted whether I should tell Mike what I did. He seems to be enjoying his new status, but it may not stay that way and given that this is gonna turn into a little mini epidemic, I don't know whether I want people to know it was me who started it…

Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) – Part 03 I drove Dante back to the church yard - to this sacred place, where we first met. He was still rubbing his reddish eyes and mumbled nonstop how much he would love to meet me again and that he truly believed in that we had something special going on. I smiled at him. Dante had changed from the ‘loyal boyfriend’ to a ‘safe-only slut’ within two dates. It wouldn’t take long and I would seed his bleeding cunt with my toxic load. “Your eyes are still totally reddish” I told him. “What are you going to tell your boyfriend?” I asked with a concerned tone. “Oh…. I don’t know… I might tell him, it is probably an allergy” he replied grinning. “I loved looking at your dick while you were shooting your cum right into my eyes” Dante stated. “You will get lots of cum into your eyes in the future” I told him and added in my thoughts ‘from me and my buddies and probably strangers too!’ We agreed to meet the following day. Same time – same spot. So Friday came and I picked Dante up for our secret rendez-vous. He wore a tight blue jeans again and a nice pair of sneakers, his boyfriend had probably paid for. His well shaped ass was tempting me to rip his pants from his body and rape him right then and there. His tight white t-shirt showed his small nipples sticking out. He was obviously excited to see me. “Hey there” I said, while Dante opened the passengers car door and got into the car. “Good to see you, I couldn’t stop thinking of you” I told him and led his hand to my crotch, so he could feel my hardened dick already. We had no destination this time and while I drove around, we talked about the day before and his feelings about it. The little sissy was feeling horny, but also felt bad that he had to lie to his loved one. Dante did not realize, that we entered the red light district of our town. When I parked the car nearby a porn cinema, we were deeply engaged in our conversation. “Look, we both don’t know where this leads us to, but we like each other and I feel like, we should know each other better. As long as nothing bad happens, I see no need for us to tell our boyfriends. We should simply enjoy our company. What do you think?” I asked him. The boy was about to answer me, when he saw the adult theatre a couple of feet away. He looked at me and asked me what we were doing here. “Look, I really need you to suck my dick today and I got an appointment later on. This is totally important for my job. So I thought, since we don’t have much time and the church toilets are closed for cleaning, we need another spot to empty my balls.” I explained that to him. “But we can’t go inside. I have never been to such a place. What if someone knows me….” he sounded scared. “No one knows you here. This is a run-down porn cinema. As far as I know, it is not highly frequented and we would be in the cinema hall immediately. Please…. I need to get off and you promised you would think about gulping my semen down. It was all that I could think of tonight.” I sighed desperately. I suggested to him, I would go and buy the tickets in advance and would check out, if there were people inside. After some convincing words he agreed and so I got out of the car and vanished into the cinema, after getting two tickets. A couple of minutes later I came back to the car and told the twink, that maybe two or three old guys were sitting inside, watching a porn movie. And again, after soothing the anxious little pet, he agreed to follow me into the building. We went through the entrance I adjusted my cock within my pants and took a good grip of Dante’s ass. Then we entered the cinema hall and it was obvious, that there were at least 20 horny guys watching a porn flic on a wide screen. You could hear soft moans and some slurping sounds into the flickering light of the movie. Dante moved closer to me and looked at me with frightened eyes. “Don’t worry” I said. We will perfectly fit into the picture, if you do, what you promised me to” I added. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into a row, where quite a few guys sat and who enjoyed their evening. The carpet was covered with wet stains and some dried cum. As we passed a guy in a seat, who was simply jacking off, I chose the seat right next to this fellow. Sadly enough, the seat after mine was taken again. As I sat down and spread my legs, Dante had nowhere else to sit down and so he stood in front of me and looked scared as hell. Someone shouted he should fuck off and another guy suggested he could sit on his dick and so I pulled him down to his knees and grinned wickedly. “You know how to work on it, do you?” I whispered to him. “But the guys next to us will watch us” he whispered back. “Let them – I am not afraid showing off my dick” I told him proudly and with that Dante opened my jeans slowly. He looked up at me and I was concentrating on the movie, although I was totally aroused, feeling Dante’s fingers touching my covered dick already. As soon as my cock was free Dante started licking around my cockhead. I let him get used to it for a while, but I knew this time I wanted some good sucking action and I wanted to cum into his mouth. “Remember your promise” I hissed, without looking down at him. Dante then started sucking my cock. He bobbed his head up and down my cock and covered his teeth with his tongue and his lips. It was like fucking into a cunt – so soft like velvet. My little beauty was peering to our neighbors and realized, how they lured at him, while he sucked my dick. “Would your boy mind giving me a hand?” the pal on my left side asked me all of a sudden. “I wouldn’t turn him down either” said the other guy. Dante had stopped his sucking immediately and looked shocked after hearing those remarks. “I don’t know…..” I answered, while I kept on looking to the cheap porn movie on the screen. “Of course I won’t” Dante shouted out. “Sht….” I warned him. “Don’t make a fuss, do you want us kicked out of here… with the lights on?” I asked him. “You promised me, I would shoot down your throat today- are you making this on purpose…. to avoid swallowing my cum?” I accused him. “No… No… but…” he tried to explain himself. “But - what? Jerking off a guy is no sex at all. It is more like scratching someone on his back. Did you ever react this way, when a friend asked you to scratch his back?” I wanted to know. “But it is okay… if you see things between us this way, then we should probably end all this and go our separate ways.” I added and started to push Dante away from me. “Wait… please, wait….!” Dante behaved like a trapped animal. Slowly his hands reached out to both sides and he touched both dicks at the same time. His fingers wrapped around the hot pieces of flesh and he began jerking the two strangers off. “See…. just like scratching someone else’s back” he repeated implausible. I laid my hands on the back of his head and pulled him back to my cock. “Thanks…. Baby….” I moaned and grinned satisfied. We were all three sitting in a row and grunting, while Dante jerked off the two strangers and sucked my cock as deep as he could. He looked like a cock hungry slut by onlookers, while satisfying the jocks needs. Sooner or later on of the guys being jerked off shot his load. Shortly after that, the second one did cum. Both left the hall quite fast after they were done. I thought for a moment, to signal for other guys to take the seats next to us, but I didn’t want to overdo it. So I enjoyed the slurping and sucking sounds Dante made and when I was about to ejaculate into his mouth I reminded him to collect my seed into his mouth and to show me the stuff. It took me more than eight shots into Dante’s mouth and I believe he already had to swallow at least one time. When I leaned forward I used the flashlight of my cell-phone to check Dante’s mouth. He got ordered to open it and so he did. I could see a pool of sperm in his mouth. Then I told him to close his mouth again and to swallow it as promised. He hesitated for a second and then he closed his mouth and he gulped it all down and proved it, by opening his mouth again. I flashed a smile across my face and told him how happy and proud I was. Then I convinced him, that some of my sperm actually spilled out of his sweet mouth and went to the floor. I reminded him, that he promised to swallow my whole load. So he went down onto the dirty floor and started licking and munching the stained red carpet. On our way home the boy didn’t speak much. When we reached the church yard he told me, that he felt a bit mad about me, forcing him into interactions with those other guys. “Hey” I objected. “When did I force you?” “Well….. you…. when….. but you gave me the feeling, that I had to…..” he sniffed. “Listen – honestly… I didn’t want to give you a bad feeling. Today was the best day in my life. I saw you, we enjoyed some intimacy, you swallowed my cum. I feel like I achieved so much today. We reached a new level in our relationship. If I made you feel, like you had to jerk those guys off, I am really sorry” I lied to him straight face. “I am still convinced, that jerking someone else off, is not even betraying. Remember how innocent it all started with us. And by the way, I just wanted to show off with you. You are the most adorable guy I have ever seen. And I wanted the other fellows just to be jealous, that you are sucking me and not them.” I sighed deeply. “But still… I felt like a whore….” Dante explained and started crying. Probably, because you are a whore, I told myself. “I promise, the next time you won’t be jerking off guys” I looked at him seriously. The next time it would be even worse….

My name is Felix and I've been fucking this bug chaser named Mike for about a year now. He lives in this brownstone in Harlem which is just a big fuck house. They call it the Bareback Bunkhouse (a play on the whole #BBBH Twitter thing). Basically everyone in the house is a slut. You can go there pretty much any time of the day and find an ass to breed. I call him a bug chaser but he was on PrEP. Thing is he really got off taking my unmedicated poz loads. I didn't tell him I wasn't on meds at first. Then one day he asked and I fessed up. You shoulda seen his reaction – he was like a kid in a candy store. I think he woulda taken my load every day if I'd wanted to fuck the same hole that often. He'd literally BEG for me to poz him. I pumped like a load or two in him every week. He even made me promise to never jack off. If I needed to cum and couldn't find a bottom, I just went over and fucked him. And every time he'd beg me to poz him, and tell me how he wanted me to be his "Poz Papi". It was actually really hot. I love converting neg hole, and usually don't play with guys on PrEP 'cause they don't really get into the fact that I'm toxic, but Mike was different… But he did have one rule – we could only do poz talk when there weren't other guys around. This one time I did slip a little though. It was me and this other top fucking him and as I came I said "You want me to knock you up boy?" He replied "Sí Papi!" (he liked playing on the fact that I was Latino). So as blew my load in his ass I said something like "There you go boy, take that dirty load." I didn't think I stepped over the line, but the other top figured it out – his eyes lit up and he said "Are you toxic?" I sheepishly said, "Yeah." I could tell he was totally turned on by it and asked my viral load and I told him a month before it was something like 200,000. He had already blown a load in Mike's hole, but he got really hard and went back to fucking Mike telling him he was a dirty whore, a bug chaser, and he wanted to work my dirty load deeper into Mike's ass. After he blew his second load he pulled out and told me it was really hot fucking a hole that was lubed with high viral load cum. I asked the other top if he ever bottoms ('cause I converting tops). He said 'no' – that taking loads is hot in theory, but he really hates getting fucked. I asked if he were neg or poz. He said neg. I asked if he was on PrEP and he said he'd thought about it, even been in a PrEP related study years ago, but as a top he didn't really feel like he was at that much risk. (lol) I've pozzed some guys who weren't on PrEP, but never had any luck knocking up the "Truvada Whores". I always wished I could, but never was able to (trust me, I tried – repeatedly!) I suggested Mike go off PrEP 'cause I thought being poz sorta suited him, but he seemed to want to keep the whole poz thing as a fantasy – not actually get pozzed. But it seems he he managed to get pozzed anyway. Before we fucked a couple weeks ago he told me "Hey, you know how I always wanted you to poz me? Well, you might have managed to do it… I just found out I'm poz, and it looks like my strain is meds resistant 'cause I've pozzed all the guys in the house, and probably a bunch of other guys too… It's sorta intense when I think about it…" He continued… "You're the only high viral load guy I know that's been breeding me, do you mind if my doc takes some blood to see if I got it from you? I know you're not meds resistant, but they're curious how I got pozzed." I said "sure" and a week or so later heard that my strain was really similar to his except he was meds resistant for Truvada and I'm not. They're wondering if it was because he was on PrEP when he got pozzed. But how did my strain get through the meds and get its job done? My guess is that he's such a slut he just gave the PrEP more than it could handle. I gotta say it's been really hot fucking his hole since he told me about getting pozzed. As a poz newbie I'm sure his viral load was through the roof, and I love toxic fucks! And it's really hot knowing Mike pozzed all those guys without even realizing it. Gotta love vers guys… Poz one of them up and they can spread it like wildfire! I really do wonder if it's a variant of my strain coursing through all those guys… I kinda hope it is… [To be continued]

I love the dark room thing! It's the not knowing and especially that it could be some ugly trolly filling your ass up with spunk.