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Part 2 Once Dan had found my vein and placed my hand on his shorts but I could feel his cock and the way it was feeling in my hand it felt very thick. Then he said you ready and before I could say anything I saw some blood come out then started to push the plunger down and before he was even finished I started to cough and my ears felt they were on fire as that warm rushing feeling that I have never experienced started to take over. My mind was a haze that I didn't even notice that he had finished until I felt my arm being lifted up and something on my wrist then I felt the same on my other arm. I remember trying to move my arms and I couldn't but my mind was so hazy and now my body is feeling the full affect of the slam that warm rushing feeling started from my ears and down my body. Then I hear Paul say that he is going to do his and walked towards the end of the bed. The next thing that I start to feel is my hole getting warm and starts to twitch and throb something that I never had felt before. Trying to see what is happening but my eyes are having trouble focusing. Then I hear Paul ask Dan how much he gave me, Dan said let's just say that it was good enough for him to let us have fun with him. Then he said look at him he's enjoying it. My hole was starting to twitch and throb even more and for some reason I wanted to start touching it and I tried to move my arm again kinda pulling hard and felt resistant. Then Paul said yeah I definitely think enjoying it just look at his hole it is literally twitching and throbbing for something as he was already between my legs then I felt something warm and wet against my hole and when I looked down I was in shock as I saw Paul starting to rim my hole and once I felt his mouth and tongue I had tried to control my reaction but I couldn't I started to moan and without realizing it I started to lift my legs up and as soon as I did Paul put his hands on the back of my legs and pushed them back a little and when he does that my body shakes as I really feel his tongue rimming me as much as I try to control myself I can't. While Paul is rimming me I start to feel his mouth sucking on my hole as he pushes my legs back more exposing my hole even more. As I am in total loss I didn't even notice that Dan had just slammed himself, it wasn't until I felt my head turn a little to the left as Dan was getting on it and when he did I felt something touching my mouth and it was somewhat wet. My vision was starting to get better so when I looked to see what was wet and on my mouth I thought I was just imagining what I was seeing. Dan had his cock in his hand and he was starting to rub his cock on my lips and my lips were getting wetter and wetter. When he moved his hand away from his cock and he saw my reaction he said that he gets the same reaction every time. He had an average size cock but it was very thick( about the size of a beer can) no lie. As he is moving his cock back and forth on my lips with his pre-cum coating my lips. My mind starts to kick in and realizes that there is no way that I am going to let him put his cock in my mouth, just as I am thinking that something else is telling me yes you are and as much as I want to get up and leave my mind and body are saying no so I make no effort to move. I am brought out of my thoughts when I hear Paul asking Dan to help him as I feel my legs being pushed back. I look and see Paul now standing up and between my legs as he has my left leg in his hand, then I feel something going around my ankle and tied up to the bedpost and then the same happens to my right ankle once they have my wrist and ankles tied to the bed knowing that I can't do anything about it. I try to struggle(with little effort) as Paul is standing between my legs he starts telling Dan about how my hole is nice and wet but he's is kinda tight. Suddenly my hips jerks up and out as I feel Paul take the head of his cock and starts rubbing it up and down on my exposed hole. Uncontrollably my hips continue to move up and out as I start to moan and when I start to moan and when I do my mouth slightly opens and forgetting about Dan rubbing his cock against my lips and when my mouth slightly opens I feel the head of his cock start going in my mouth and just the head of his cock was already trying to open my mouth more. As Dan had just the head of his cock in my mouth and started to push the head of his cock deeper as he did my mouth started to open up and then I felt the sides of my mouth starting to stretch. Then I was reminded of Paul being between my legs as I felt my hole starting to open up as the head of his cock found my hole and he had started to push it in more. He kept saying how tight my hole was but it felt good. Once I felt the head of his cock go in my hole I gasped and when I did I felt my mouth open up as the huge head of Dan's cock went deeper. Then reality kicks in feeling Paul trying to get his big and thick in my hole and Dan's average size but very very thick trying to fuck my mouth and throat what is going to happen when they find out about me and my gag reflex issue or if they can't fuck me because my hole is to tight. I was just about to find out. As Paul had moved away from me and walked over to the table was, I remembered that was where the bottles of poppers were there and that is where Dan had put the little black bag he came back with which had the needles and the Tina. I saw Paul going in the bag and then closed it up and picked up a couple bottles of the poppers and got back between my legs. He handed Dan the bottles of poppers and said take care of him, with the huge head of Dan's cock almost in my mouth he laughs and says no problem as he starts to twist the cap off the poppers and holds it inches from my nostrils. Without even taking a hit off it I can still feel how strong it is. They tell me to take 3 real big hits and on the 3rd hold it in for as long as I can. After I take the 2nd hit my head is spinning and then I take the 3rd and hold it as Paul moves them all. Once I took the 3rd hit that is when I found out if I was going to be able to handle either one of them. Paul said to Dan let's switch. My mind was so hazy and dizzy I didn't even realize that they were going to change positions and then I felt it as Paul took the head of his cock and put one of his hands on the back of my head and just started to push his cock in my mouth and once he did he started to move back and forth while pushing my head towards him, I could feel the head of his cock easily opening and stretching my mouth,jaw and towards my throat. Then I felt something pushing up against my hole and when I did my body had reacted in a way it shouldn't have because once I felt Dan trying to get the thick head of his in my hole my hips had lifted up. The way they had me on the bed with my legs spread opened and pushed back just far enough that my hole was already being exposed just as fast as my hips went up they came back down just as fast and when they did my hole was directly above the head of his cock and when my hips came down I gasped as I felt my hole just slide on the very thick head of his cock and then I felt hands on both sides of my hips holding and pulling me down. I thought I was about to pass out when I felt the head of his cock stretch my hole as it went in more once he had his head completely in. He reached for the poppers and told Paul to have me take 5 big hits as Dan slowly started to pull his cock out. As I was taking the hits off the poppers each time I would hold it in a little longer. After the 4th hit I thought it was to much as my head was spinning and my eyes were rolling back. Paul said 1 more time and when I took the last hit Paul held the poppers longer so the last hit was strong and I held it. I thought the poppers were having a different affect as I felt like my hole was on fire( what I didn't know or even feel)white Paul was having me hit the poppers Dan had put a couple big shards in my hole that is why it felt like it was on fire. Once I hit the poppers the 5th time all my muscles seemed to give in as I felt Dan grab my hips and started to move them up and down on his very thick cock. I couldn't yell or scream from his cock opening and stretching my hole completely around his cock because Paul was had his hands on my head as he was not only pushing his cock down my throat but at the same time he was facking my mouth and throat and he was enjoying it as he would push my head forward every time he pushed deeper. My mind went hazy again and I started to moan as the 2 of them were opening my holes and I am enjoying it. The shards started to work and I had completely lost it Dan still had his hands on my hips but he was just holding them as he was stretching my hole when I felt Dan's cock slide back and started to go deeper my body took over just as he started to go deeper and my hips dropped down and I not only heard Dan let out a loud moan as I felt the thick head of his cock go in deeper and whatever resistance was there gave in as my hole slide completely down on the very thick cock and then he grabbed my hips hard and held me there as he moaned in my ear. I couldn't believe that Dan had got his very thick cock in my hole and I don't think that he had either as he was breathing heavily in my ear saying how tight my hole feels around his hole, Paul was in his own world as he was still holding my head with his hands and fucking my mouth and throat, my jaw and mouth was hurting as he had picked up the pace. When he would push his cock completely down my throat he would hold my head as my nose was pushed in against him. Dan started to lick and suck on my ear and then he whispered in my ear you know you want to do it, what is stopping you, come on show me that you want it. As he started to pull back and he pulled back to the point where the head of his cock was in me and right before he pulled away from my ear he whispered again and said I'll help you and just as he started to push in I lifted my hips up and the head of his cock popped out but my hips had already started to come back down and when they did I pushed down as fast and as hard as I could and I just started to ride up and down on this very thick cock. Paul was encouraging me to go faster on Dan's cock as he began to go faster I had drooled running down my chin. The shards that Dan had put in my hole was in full affect as Paul was encouraging me to ride Dan's thick cock and started to fuck my mouth and throat faster my body took control of my mind as they started to move up and down on Dan's cock both of my holes were getting fucked for about a good 10 minutes before I heard Paul start to moan and grabbed my head as he let his big load shoot completely down my throat making sure that I take every drop off it and at the same time I felt Dan grab my hips as he pushed his cock completely in my hole I felt his cock start to twitch and throb so I squeezed my muscles on his cock and then released just as I felt the biggest load I ever felt. When Paul finished cumming down my throat he pulled out his cock and to my surprise he was still hard as a rock his cock was completely soaked and he still had some cum coming out of his cock so he told me to take care of it so I put my lips just around the head and slowly started to suck in and used the tip of my tongue and licked the cum that continued to drip out and once I was done i could feel Dan's cock in my hole and just to make sure that I got every drop from him when I started to lift my hips up I squeezed my muscles around his cock and slowly lifted my hips up until I heard the head of his cock pop out of my hole I still was squeezing my muscles and I could feel the cum that filled up my hole start to drip out. Paul asked Dan are you glad that I told you to drop by and to stay, Dan said he was glad to drop by and decided to stay, but what they said next had got me really hot and horny. They said not only are we done with you, we'll have fun again but it's time to give you what we have already planned for you. Confused about what they were talking about they just looked at me and said. That tonight I am going to be getting more cum and cock that I can take. But for now you can take a break from us but your hole isn't going on break. Paul had walked over to the closet and I couldn't see what he was doing all I could hear was him rummage through the drawers and Dan had walked over to the table. I saw him open the black bag up and pulled out a small bottle and something else out of a plastic bag. Whatever he had in the bottle he had poured it in another glass and then he filled the bottle up with some water and walked over to me and forced something in my mouth and forced me to drink the bottle. Once he knew that I had swallowed whatever he forced in my mouth. He told Paul that he just gave me the pill and some more g. Then Paul said that should hold him over until the other guys show up. I saw Paul wheeling out some kind of machine and something else that was in a bag. To be continued.

It all started so innocently - well, as innocently as an exchange on BBRT can. I was perusing all the guys in my small state when I came across someone I hadn't noticed before. He was a vers top, and one of his pics showed an impressive Prince Albert - a heavy gauge loop that looked like it could do some damage while feeling amazing at the same time. It hung from a pretty impressive cock, too. Hard it looked to be about 7 inches and fairly thick. Scanning through his profile I could see he was a chubby guy with a big scruffy beard. And his status read Undetectable. Naturally, being the slut I am, I reached out. It didn't take long for him to respond, and we struck up a conversation. He loves chubs like me so was immediately interested. We chatted back and forth a bit, and then he asked, "You know I'm poz, right?" "I noticed," was my reply. For a moment I wondered why he would point it out when it was clear on his profile, but then the 'what if' occurred to me. "Detectable?" I asked. "Yup," he replied. "VL is 850,000" I had no way to tell if he was being truthful or not. Maybe he was just seeing if he could scare me off. If that was in fact the case, it had quite the opposite effect. My cock got rock hard as I read his note, and I told him so. "Good pig 😈," was his response. That was all I needed. I was hooked. I gave him my number so we could continue texting. As soon as he had it, my phone dinged - it was a chest photo more recent than the one on his profile, showing a huge red-and-black biohazard tattoo above his right nipple. Now I was double hooked! As anyone who has read my other writings will tell you, I've been chasing, but not really chasing, the bug for years. I am an avowed bareback-only bottom and a passionate cum dump. Since I took my first raw cock more than 15 years ago, I have known that one day it would result in a positive test result. I made my peace with that long ago, which has allowed me to maintain the slut lifestyle I so enjoy. The only surprise to me, honestly, is the fact that in 15 years and hundreds and hundreds of loads, the only thing I ever picked up was a case of syph, years ago - which cleared with a single penicillin treatment. Now, here was a guy offering to knowingly give me his strain, to give me his gift and start me on the next stage of my journey. The only thing that might make things difficult for us was distance. We lived at opposite ends of a state with lots of traffic and no direct east-west route from him to me. Still, he was willing to travel. He told me weekdays were best - they are for me too - and that he would drive to a motel I designated. And what's more, he would bring a mask so he could record my pozzing and post it on his Twitter - something I've always fantasized about. And it kept getting better. We started talking less than a week before a cum dump session I had scheduled for myself at a local motel, so I already had plans to be ass-up and taking loads. "Why don't you come at the end of my event?" I said to him. "You can eat the other loads out of my hole and replace them with your toxic load." "😈" was all he replied. And so it was that at a cum dump session last week, I received his poz load for the first time. I kept myself in a popper haze the entire time as cock after cock slid inside my hole and filled me with cum. I lost count of how many guys had used me over the course of the 4 hours I hosted, and for once I didn't care. My mind was fixated the entire time on what was to come after everyone else left. The flow of anonymous tops slowly ebbed as the end time approached. With about 15 minutes left to go, I heard the door open. "Don't turn around, pig," came a voice, and I knew it was him. I was ass-up on the bed, so I kept my eyes focused on the headboard. He placed a blindfold over my eyes, then slid a ski mask over my head. I heard the door lock. "Event's over. Time for me to ruin your life." My cock, which normally remains soft throughout a cum dump session even when guys pay attention to it, grew instantly hard. He wouldn't be ruining my life, he would be enhancing it while at the same time bringing it to its inevitable, eventual conclusion. I longed for the freedom both would provide. He grew quiet, then I heard the telltale signs of clothes being shed. There were a couple of faint clunks from the dresser behind me and the table to my left, and I guessed that he was setting up camera equipment to capture the last moments of my life as an HIV-negative bottom, and my rebirth into the poz brotherhood. At last I felt his hands on my ass. He caressed it, and in my mind's eye I pictured him admiring this big, round ass that he was about to defile. Or maybe he was appreciating the amount of cum running down my balls and soaking the sheet. I gave a little push, and felt more cum slip out and run down my balls to join the rest. "Mmmmmm," I heard him mutter. Then his tongue was on my hole. He spread my cheeks as widely apart as he could as he licked and slurped and sucked at my pucker. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than five minutes, he stood up behind me. "There," he announced. "All clean. You ready for my poz load, pig?" I didn't think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, yet somehow it did. It felt as though I could penetrate a steel plate. I had never in my life been that hard. "Yesssss," I hissed plaintively. "Poz me, pleeeeease!" Without another word, he slid his cock balls-deep into my hole in one fluid motion. He was on the thicker side, and I felt him stretch my hole as he entered. But I didn't feel his PA. Seemingly sensing my thoughts, he said, "I left out the piercing for the first round. Don't worry, once my poz babies are inside you I'll put it in so I can tear you up as I give you a second load." I melted blissfully into the bed as he grabbed my hips and began to rhythmically slide back and forth, in and out, savoring my hole as he prepared to change my life forever. It sounds a little strange, but in that moment I felt at home, like I was doing what I had always been meant to do, like I was fulfilling my destiny. His cock was just long enough to massage my prostate in the best possible way, and the precum streamed from my cock and collected on the bed with the leftover cum from the past four hours. Between the popper fog and the sensations emanating from my insides and the sheer realization of what I was doing, I was truly in hog heaven. Before long his pace began to quicken, and as he fucked me harder and faster my prostate responded. For the first time in my life, I felt an orgasm already building as he grabbed my hips extra-hard and began pounding me relentlessly. "You want this poz load, pig?" he asked loudly. "Yes, please!" I cried in response. "Please poz me!" "Here it comes, pig," he growled. "You're never gonna be the same again." That was all I needed. The pressure that had been building inside me exploded, and my cock shot a huge load onto the bed as I felt him pumping his poz load deep inside me. He held still for a moment as the pulses subsided, then released my hips. Spent, I collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, panting, and very content mess. "You're not done," he said matter-of-factly. He turned my head and I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips. I eagerly sucked his cock clean. He left me laying on the bed as he turned off the cameras. "That's gonna make for a great post," he said. "All my followers are going to love watching you become a little poz piggy." I was still trying to compose myself, so I said nothing in response. He let me lie there a while as he puttered around the room. At one point I heard the rustle of fabric, then a short time later a metallic 'click'. He climbed on the bed, straddling my legs, and began kissing my ass cheeks. Slowly he worked his way up my back, sending little electric shocks down my spine. He continued to move up my body toward my head, until I felt a cold sensation against my well-used hole. As promised, he had put in his PA. By now I was so gaped that he slipped in easily. I was amazed at how hard his cock was so quickly after he had cum. "Now, to make sure it takes," he grunted. He grabbed my shoulders and locked his ankles with mine, pressing me into the bed as he began his assault. My hole exploded in a burning pain as he began to work his shaft in and out. I struggled, trying to shift my body toward the headboard to lessen the pressure, but he held me firmly. He never missed a beat as he pumped his cock in and out, tearing up my hole to let his poz babies do their work. "Mmmmm, fuck," he moaned in my ear. "This hole feels soooo good, pig." I grunted in pain but did not reply, which seemed to spur him on. He began pumping more quickly, slamming his hips into my ass and pressing me into the bed. "Here it comes, pig," he hissed. "If the first one didn't take, this one sure will." With that, I felt the telltale pulses of his cock against my sphincter as he dumped a second toxic load deep into my guts. He collapsed on my back, spent from the effort. He lay there for a few minutes as his cock deflated inside me, then got up. "Don't move," he instructed me. "I didn't video that one, but I gotta get some pics of that hole." I remained still as I heard a number of clicks from his phone, each of my destroyed and now pozzed ass. Then he dressed, and as he took the mask and blindfold off my head he instructed me to continue staring at the headboard. The room door opened and the sounds of the street outside flooded in for a moment until the latch clicked shut once more. I looked around and confirmed that he had indeed left. I made the decision to stay a while longer and rest. My ass still felt like it was on fire, but I reveled in the knowledge that it meant I had fulfilled my destiny. After all, "No pain, no gain!" Finally the time came for me to head home. Tomorrow was a work day, after all. But much more than that, it was also the first day of the rest of my life, and I couldn't wait to get it started. I was at work the next day when I received a text from my gifter with a series of web links all pointing to Twitter. I bolted for the bathroom and locked myself in a stall so I could see what he sent me. I clicked each link in succession and watched in rapt fascination as my pozzing unfolded for all the world to see, just as I had always fantasized. My cock grew instantly hard and I was so turned on that I had to jack off then and there. I put my earbuds in so I could listen to the audio, then watched the last video in the series again as I stroked my cock. As I got to the moment when I begged for his poz cum I shot a huge load and a couple of drops hit the back of the stall door. A couple of drops of my poz cum. The thought sent shivers down my spine. By now the drops of cum had formed streaks down the back of the door, and one had even dripped onto the floor. I cleaned up and pushed the door open, leaving my seed behind for the next guy. Who knows? Maybe there was a toilet pig in the office who would enjoy a treat. As I went back to my desk, my phone buzzed again. It was my gifter. "We're doing that again tomorrow," he said, "and as often as we can until you test positive." He didn't have to tell me twice! I was still so turned on that I went back to the bathroom to rub out another one. I chose a different stall this time. Hey, maybe there are two toilet pigs in the office.

This happened about 5 years ago I had not only started playing with other men but I had just recently started getting into the PnP scene(my second time) at this time I had only smoked and had probably played with about 6 months before this night so basically you could say that I was a newbie. I am 5'7 weighed around 145lbs, I couldn't host at the time so playing with guys around my area was hard to find. One day I had received a message from a guy on a site that I use to use, I checked out his profile and pictures, he was in his late 50's stood about 5'11 and weighed roughly 210lbs according to his profile. He said that he was a Versatile top and was pretty much open minded. He liked giving and receiving oral, rimming and getting rimmed and more of a top when it comes to fucking but has on occasion been fucked. He said that he had a smooth body,cock,balls and ass, and from I could tell from the pictures he looked smooth. He also said that he had an average size cock( I know they say pictures make things look bigger) and from what I could see he had more than average cock but I just overlooked it. In his message he said that he was looking to host and have fun while partying. I replied back to him saying that he had a interesting profile and that from what I could see that he had a hot body and that I was interested in meeting up but that I was still at work and wouldn't be able to meet up for a couple more hours. He said to send him a message when I was out of work. For the next couple hours I kept thinking about meeting up with this guy as I normally don't just meet up with a guy just from one conversation but I hadn't played with a guy in about a month or so. When I got home from work I took a quick shower and cleaned myself out with the best I could and grabbed something to eat then I messaged him telling him that I was home. He had sent me a message about a half hour later asking if I was still interested in meeting up and I said that I was. He asked me what would I be looking to get into and I told him that I don't like to set or make any agendas that I just normally go with the flow just as long there's some kind of connection between the 2 of us. He said that he was cool with that. I asked him if I needed to bring any favors because if I did that I didn't have any but had no problem paying for it if I had to. He said that I didn't have to worry about it and he said that the stuff he had was good stuff. I told him that I had only PnP once and all I did was smoke and it didn't seem to have that much of a affect on me or so I thought. He said that I would definitely feel it from the stuff he had. He told me to come over to his house around 9pm if I was ok with that then he said that he was looking for a long hot session and if I wasn't ok with having a long hot session then maybe we shouldn't meet up. I told him that 9 was fine and that I was also ok with having a long hot session even though we never really discussed anything that we would do. I had about a half hour to meet him so I went to the local adult store and bought myself some poppers and then headed to his house. Once I got there I called him to let him know that I was just about to pull up and he said to pull my car into the driveway and park my car next to the garage so I did. When I rang the doorbell I heard him say that the door was open and to come in. I opened the door and then closed it I heard him say that he was in the kitchen down the hallway so I started to walk down the hallway and found the kitchen and when I walked in the guy that was standing there looked hotter in person. He had on a pair of shorts and no T-shirt on. He had a smooth chest and was somewhat muscular. He asked if I wanted something to drink and I said sure, he asked what did I want and I said whatever you are having he handed me a glass and said is gin&tonic ok I said that I never had one but it was fine. We walked towards the back of the house that lead to his bedroom. Once we were in the bedroom we both sat on the bed and started talking while we drank the gin&tonic I had no idea how it would taste and as I was drinking it seemed to have a bitter taste but I just thought that is how it tasted. About 15 minutes later Paul got up and walked over to the dresser and came back with a pipe and filled it up and took a hit and then he handed me the pipe I took a hit and I could feel it as I went to hand him the pipe back I said that he was right that this stuff was good, he told me to take another hit so I didn't. When he took the pipe back I watched as he took a huge hit and without any warning I felt his mouth on mine and we began to make out but as we were making out he blew all the smoke into my lungs and it really started to hit me(so I thought that it was the meth) only to find out that the drink he gave me was spiked with some G. After about 10 minutes of making out I asked him if I could use the shower just to make sure that I was clean and he said sure. I was in the shower just about 15 minutes and as I was drying myself off I was feeling very horny and I just thought it was the meth. I thought I heard Paul and another voice but I wasn't sure. When I returned to the bedroom I saw Paul and another guy in the room and they were whispering I remember hearing Paul say let's just see what happens and then Paul noticed me in the doorway to the bedroom and handed me another drink and told me that his friend Dan had come bye unexpectedly but he wasn't going to stay. I shook Dan's hand, he must have been in his late 50's maybe early 60's but for someone who was that old he kept himself in good shape. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and definitely fit. I sat where the only place I could sit and that was on the end of the bed. Paul handed me the pipe and I took a couple hits of it as I handed it back to Paul. He took a big hit and sat next to me and started to kiss me as he blew the smoke into my mouth. What I didn't see when he was kissing me is he had handed Dan the pipe and now Dan was sitting on the other side of me and when Paul was done kissing me and blowing smoke into my lungs I didn't have time to react because just as Paul had pulled away my head was turned towards Dan and he began to kiss me but the way he started to kiss me was far from what I have experienced with other guys he began slowly kissing me as I felt the smoke fill up my lungs but then I felt him start sucking on my tongue which drove me crazy. Once Dan and I finished kissing I was about to tell the both of them that this wasn't my thing but before I could Paul had started to kiss me again and they did this back and forth for a good 15 minutes and the more we would kiss the more their hands would start rubbing my body. After they were done making out with me I grabbed the drink and drank what was left. By this point I didn't know what to do as much as they both turned me on I wasn't ready to have a 3 sum but I also didn't want to leave. I remember Paul telling me to be more relaxed and told me to take my pants and shirt off and I did but so didn't Dan and once I seen him in his boxers I clearly could see the huge bulge in his boxers but I tried to play it off like I didn't notice it, then Dan said I hope you don't mind me getting relaxed as well I just said that he was Paul's friend I guess if he's ok with it so I am ok with it. Then Dan said to Paul so remember that new guy I told you about and Paul said yeah what about him. Dan said that he had got some stuff from him and that it was really good especially when you slam it. Then Paul said well maybe we can slam it later on once he leaves because he doesn't slam isn't that right as he looked at me. I said that I didn't know what they meant by slam. Dan said you have never slammed before,he went on to tell me what slamming was and I said that I would never stick a needle in my arm. Both Dan and Paul said that they understood but I had no idea what it feels like, they said that when you slam it sends this warm rushing feeling go through your body and how it feels so good. From what they were saying was that was the only affect that I would feel. Dan kept trying to get Paul to slam and I started to feel like just because I was there that he didn't want to slam so I said if I do slam how am I going to be sure that it's going to get me so messed up that I don't know what I am doing, Dan didn't hesitate he said that he has done it many times that him and Paul would make sure that I would be fine, he said that he would even be the one to administer me so I can feel the affect from it. I said that I would try it just as long as it was a small amount. Dan seemed to get excited once I said that I would try it. Dan got up and left the room. When he went to stand up to leave the room I got a glance once again at the bulge in his shorts and the bulge seemed to have gotten bigger or was my mind playing games with me. As Dan was leaving the room he asked if we wanted another drink and Paul said sure get Mike one to so he can relax. Once Dan left the room Paul came over to the bed and took a hit off the pipe and said that I didn't have to slam if I didn't want to, I told him that the only reason I said that I would try it is because he seemed like he really wanted to slam. He said that he did because he wanted to try out the new stuff. Then he told me that Dan knew what he was doing and if he said that you would be ok then you will be. Then he took another huge hit and leaned in and he blew all the smoke into my lungs as I felt his hand on my and started to move it and once he moved it I knew exactly where he put my hand as I felt something somewhat soft but it felt very big and thick that is when I realized that he put my hand on his cock. This was the first time that either one of us touched someone's else's cock, as I had my hand on his cock I slowly started to rub and squeeze his cock. As I was doing that he asked me how his cock felt in my hand all I remember saying is that his cock definitely feels bigger and thicker than the average size like he told me he had. He said if I had told you actually how big my cock is do you think that you would be here tonight then he stood up and pulled his boxers off and right in front of my face was his cock and he was right if he had told me how big and thick his cock was I probably wouldn't have been there that night. Even though his cock was somewhat hard his cock had to be close to 9" and thicker than I am use to, as much as I tried to look away my eyes wouldn't move. I don't know how long I must have been staring at his cock but I remember hearing Dan coming back in the room with 3 drinks and a small black bag. He said to Paul what are you starting without me as he looked down at Paul's cock then looked at me and said he's got a nice big cock right I remember just shaking my head. The first thought in my head was there is no way that I am going to be able to handle Paul's cock in my mouth or ass. I never mentioned or told Paul about my gag reflex and how I never had a cock down my throat or even close to touching the back of my throat and here was Paul with his big and thick cock what's is he going to say once he finds out. Dan handed me my drink and said that it might taste a little stronger it's just to help you relax as he sat down on the bed next to me and said that I need to relax that everything will be ok as he took the pipe lite it and took a huge hit and started to kiss me but this time he was more passionate about it. Then I felt his hand move down to my cock and he started to move his hand up and down on my semi hard cock. Then he got up and said to Paul help him feel more comfortable as he pulled out 3 needles and told Paul to get me ready so Paul went and grabbed a tourniquet and told me to relax as he placed it around my upper arm and tightened it up. Then Dan sat on the bed with me and took my arm with the tourniquet on it and started looking for a vein and once he found it he took the needle and told me that I would feel a small pinch and then once he starts I should start to feel the warm rushing feeling and that should be it. Paul said that he was going to do his points as well as he took the needle. Dan had me slide up on the bed more enough to where he had me laying almost in the middle of the bed I could feel my ass somewhat hanging off the bed and then he took my arm and placed it on his leg and my hand was on his boxers I could feel the heat coming from him. Once he found the vein he said are you ready and before I could say anything I felt the pinch and watched as some blood came out and he said got you and started to push the plunger down before he was finished I started to cough really bad and I started to feel the warm rushing feeling start. Once Dan had finished he held my arm up and told me to hold it up for a minute or two. I was still coughing and the warm rushing feeling started from my ears right down to my asshole. I hadn't even noticed that Paul was already slamming himself til I heard him start to cough. Then I felt my legs being lifted up and back then I let out this loud moan as I felt something wet and warm on my asshole only to look down and see Paul between my spread open legs and his mouth and tongue playing with my hole then I heard Paul start to moan has I felt his warm tongue really start to rim my hole I tried to control myself but it didn't do any good as I moaned even more. Then I felt something rubbing against my lips and when I looked up Dan was on the side of the bed with his huge hard cock in his hand and he was rubbing the head of his cock against my lips. Will publish part 2 soon( gets more interesting)

This so-called policy of mass deportation is rubbish and needs to be called out for what it is. Its racist, it makes no economic sense and will be impossible to implement. Just like the wall that the Mexicans were going to pay for. Just bull-shit. Who is their right mind would vote for a policy that:- 1. Removes potentially 10 - 11 million consumers from the US economy 2. Removes potentially 10 - 11 million who are at the moment, largely, self-supporting; they're not on Government benefits except at the margins 3. Removes potentially 10- 11 million aspiring citizens, maybe 4 - 5 million who presently work, some paying taxes, carrying out many menial but necessary jobs (think picking the seasonal vegetable & fruit crops - who's going to do all that if they're gone?). Document them and make them citizens and they all pay tax. Importantly, they are the economic aspirants to middle-class life, and therefore will earn more and spend more. 4. Incurs massive costs to the Budget to construct and run concentration camps across the US to hold the deportees. And to fund ICE in the pursuit of the deportees - think Nazi Germany from the 1930's-on. And guess what? The faster the camps are filled and people (lets not forget that word) deported - the economic benefits (see 1 - 3 above) reduce. You get the idea. The policy is a big net economic negative, before humanity is even considered. Growing economies need more workers and consumers, not less. If you want to achieve something like a net economic positive, then deport 10 -11 million senior citizens! My last point is that logistically the Trump policy is IMPOSSIBLE to implement. If Trump has 48 month term, and get's going fast, and has, say, 40 months to achieve his deportation (ethnic cleansing) that means the rate of deportation must be minimum 250,000 per month (assuming 10 million). There are not enough ships and planes available to move that many people. In 1945 the US Government brought 4 million US troops home for Christmas. That required most of the transport resources of the US Military, built up over 4 years of war. A massive undertaking. And these folk came home to marching-band receptions. Consider the "homecoming" reception for the 10 - 11 million of Trump's deportees. No marching bands for them. Maybe bullets instead. So this Trump policy should be called for what it is, BULLSHIT. Hopefully the genuine American voters will see through the bullshit and not vote for it, or those of low-character who promote it. Their policies reflect back on them.

The doorbell rang at 8:30 PM on chilly wet Thursday evening at the start of long four-day Easter weekend in mid April. I left work at 4:00 PM that day and headed home, where, upon walking through the door, I witnessed my housemates, Chris and Will frantically rushing about preparing for a trip they had booked at the last minute to Greece. When they decided to look at going away I couldn’t get all the time off work and I would go with them later in the year. Their cases packed they ran out the house to head to the airport, closing the door behind them. I looked forward to four days of bliss and doing nothing. Will sent me a text telling me they were boarding the flight, followed by a text from Chris which read "Sorry to do this as it slipped my mind at the time. A guy called Barry may come at 8:30 PM. Please give him my apologies and I will contact him when I get back.” Typical, I thought. How typical I should be asked to clean up his messy arrangements. I had some dinner and sat down to watch a film. Chris was a bit of a put it about town guy, whereas Will quieter but still a sex maniac. I was 26 and just a normal guy at 5’8", average build, not such a sex maniac but enjoyed a good love maker. Just after the opening credits had passed, and before the main action commenced, there was a knock at the door. Opening the front door I was greeted by a male voice asking “Oh, hello, is Chris here?” “Are you Barry?” I asked. He nodded in reply, and, noticing he was wet from the rain I invited him in explaining “I am sorry but Chris is on a flight to Greece, last minute holiday booking.” As he looked and muttered thought it was to good to be true, I explained again that it was a very last minute thing. I offered him a chance to dry off and made a coffee. Barry was late 40’s 5’11” slim build with a mohican style haircut cut and goatee beard. He took his coat off and sat down as I handed him his coffee. We chatted a while and he had travelled five hours on the train and was set to spend the weekend with Chris. “That’s unusual for Chris to invite someone to stay the weekend. What were you planning on doing?” I asked out of interest. “He wanted to spend the time having me breeding him to knock him up.” Not quite fully understanding what he meant I asked him to explain it a bit more. “He wanted me to bareback fuck and shoot my toxic seed into his arse all weekend,” Barry replied. “You was going to poz him?” To my shock he nodded in affirmation. Being in his presence was quite intoxicating and dangerous I thought, still I asked “Are you heading back tonight?” “No, last train has gone.” “Well you could stay over and head back in the morning,” I offered, thinking that it should be fine. He gratefully accepted my invitation, stepped over to me and thanked me with a kiss on the cheek and a cuddle. Did I linger to long or did he as I still had my arms wrapped around him as he looked at me and smiled “Do you like to make love or fuck?” he asked, taking me by surprise. “More love making,” I replied as he gently caressed my cheek with his hand and his mouth moved towards mine he kissed me on the mouth tenderly several times. “I don’t bareback at all though,” I pointedly explained. He continued his tender kissing moving down my throat and back to my mouth where his lips parted as they rested on mine his tongue flickered in to my mouth and I was swallowed up sexual prowess. We made our way to my bedroom as he kissed me more deeply our mouths locked together as he started undressing me and himself till we stood naked. He gently pushed me towards the bed until I fell on to it, looking up at his hairy chest flowing down to a beautifully erect eight inch thick cock. I felt his cock on my lips as I gladly took the head in to my mouth licking and caressing moving up and down the shaft I noticed a slight salty taste of precum as I continued to massage his cock with my mouth. He pushed me back till I was laying flat on my back and climbed on top of me and continued to kiss me deep and slow. By now I was totally in his power and finding him more and more sexually attractive. His legs started to move mine up around his hips into the missionary position, as he did so I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my hole as my hips pushed upwards. Still lip locked he took my responsiveness as a sign I was ready as his hips gyrated positioning the tip of his cock on my hole, the pressure increased and my hole parted as his head slipped in my back arched up at the pain. His kissing arousing me even further as I felt a bigger surge of pain as he started pushing his thick shaft deeper into my arse until the searing pain stopped and I relaxed. He positioned his arm around my neck to hold my head as he moved his head towards my ear breathing hot air he whispered “I am going to make love to you properly,” he murmured, looking into my eyes as he started slow gently rocking of his hips against mine. Catching my breath I involuntarily moaned. His mouth sought mine with a new tenderness and we became one as our bodies entwined his paved quickened. The pain began to hit again as we had been making love for nearly half an hour and his hips were thrusting forward with more power and speed, he released me from our kiss as his mouth moved to me as his arm around my neck pulling me in tighter he began moaning and grunting louder and louder as his hips bucked and pounded into me. I was lost in ecstasy begging him to make love to me, he let a guttural moan “I’m breeding, yeah, I'm planting my seed in your beautiful body." His hip slammed against mine grinding away as I felt his cock give a big jolt as my arse filled with his warm seed, pulsation after pulsation of seed shooting in me as he held me tight and deep on his cock. He kissed my neck and found my mouth again as we locked together again. We lay together as he turned the light out and fell asleep. As morning came around I woke up to find him lying on his back, as I turned on to my side I felt him roll on to his side coming up behind me his arm went around my body he kissed my neck. I felt his stiff cock rubbing at my arse before he gently eased it in to my hole and pushed me on my stomach. He positioned himself and fucked me hard and rough. The discomfort I was feeling made me struggle slightly which he seemed to enjoy as he started pounding harder. As he moaned and kissed my neck as I felt his cock twitching as it released another toxic load in to my body. Laying on top of me, his cock buried deep inside, panic came over me as I considered what I had just done. Sensing as much, he cuddled me, calming me whispering sweetly in my ear “You're mine now, I own you." Completely seduced by him he asked me if I wanted him to stay until Monday as he enjoyed making love and knocking me up. Against better judgement I agreed, knowing that I was letting this real man make love to me planting his toxic seed inside me. The weekend turned out to be amazing as the sex was very spontaneous as there was no fumbling around for condoms.

Apologies for taking a while to continue this but here it is -another chapter. Enjoy guys! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Once I opened the front door I knew that I’d made the biggest mistake of my life. Probably. The group of men standing on the front porch were all skinny and sickly looking. Haggard. They also all looked very pleased to see me. What am I thinking? I’m standing here totally naked in front of them -of course they’re happy to see me! I must have been a little stunned because they surged forward and forced me to step back into the house, and suddenly I was surrounded. I felt hands and mouths all over my body. This felt very much like when two dogs meet for the first time -they circle and sniff each other, and shove their snouts in some very private areas. Yeah, my dick was definitely hard again. And my hole was throbbing in anticipation. Shit, did I really want all of these wasted looking men dumping their tainted seed in me? My mind was whirling like I was spun on something, but I wasn’t. It was the overwhelming surge of adrenaline and hormones clouding my mind. I wasn’t thinking straight. I wasn’t in my right mind. If I was in my right mind I would have gone out that door when Dan left earlier. Instead I stayed. Stupid. And why? Because it felt good. It felt exciting in a way I didn’t understand. Am I such a slave to my senses that I would throw away all logic and reason for the sake of my lust? Without realizing it, I found myself being led through the house by all of those men, down into the basement/dungeon. I don’t think there is any hope of getting out of this now. Why did I agree in the first place? I don’t even know Dan well enough to care if Steve carried through with his blackmail threat. Okay, so I’m a nice guy and I thought, what the heck, another fuck. Boy, did I get that wrong. Steve is not just some simple random fuck. He’s sick -literally. And he’s twisted. When I found myself being strapped over a fuck bench my mind cleared and my new reality came flooding in. I’ve already taken his load. It’s in me. It’s absorbing into my anal walls. It’s becoming a part of my DNA whether I like it or not. It’s already done. So why fight it? It won’t do me any good -especially now that I’m all strapped in and at their mercy. I might as well enjoy it, because what else can I do? Enjoy it. That’s why I agreed to all of this in the first place -to enjoy myself! And Steve’s dick did feel great, spurting his tainted seed up inside of me. Okay, now the hormones were surging back and all of my worries were melting away. I heard the guys laughing, noticing how I was getting excited again. “Look at that, boys. It seems he’s accepted his fate,” I heard Steve tell them. “Look at that fucking hole winking at us. Looks to me like he wants us to stick something in there. What do you think?” he laughed. “Only one thing a slutty little hole like that needs,” another man began. “And that’s dicks. Our dicks. And our cum. This stupid fucker isn’t getting out of here until he’s fucking knocked up.” “And he’s going to have so many different strains in him the slut won’t know who’s the daddy of his AIDS baby!” laughed another man. “I did breed him first, so hopefully that AIDS baby will be mine,” Steve told them possessively. “Shit, it doesn’t matter. The whore won’t know one way or another. Now enough talking, let’s get to the fucking!” another man cheered. “My balls are so full I’m going to have to breed this slut a few times to drain them.” “He’s staying here until we all empty or nuts, boys,” Steve told them. “No loads down his throat, either. I want them all going up that fuckhole,” he ordered them. “He can prime you while someone else is using that pighole and lick you clean in between, but I don’t want him eating any loads. This fucking slut needs all of our cum up in his guts knocking him up.” I guess that was all the conversation they had the patience for, because from that point on the only talking was words of encouragement, cheering each other on, as each man took his turn in my used hole. Nobody really paid any attention to me other than my increasingly sloppy butt hole. They didn’t talk to me at all. I was just a hole to them. Although, I was also their project. They were determined to infect me with HIV tonight. Every time I was reminded of that I got a massive wave of panic coursing through my veins . . . immediately followed by a surge of lust. This was by far the riskiest sex I’ve ever had. But also the hottest. I couldn’t deny that. That’s probably why I didn’t really put up a fight. Somehow, deep down, I wanted this. I was enjoying this. I needed this. “There he goes again, boys!” Steve yelled. “This fucker is so horny for our dicks -look at him backing up onto that fat fucker!” And it was true. I had a very thick cock wedged in my hole at the moment, and I’d never felt so stretched before. There were twinges of pain, and I knew I was probably tearing inside -if I wasn’t already- and making it easier for their virus to get into my bloodstream. And yet I was actually shoving my ass back onto this unknown man. Because it felt fucking good. Damn, I didn’t want this to end. Any reservations I had before were now truly gone. There would be no going back, so I might as well embrace this broken down new version of myself. I used to be a respectable guy with a decent job, but after this, once I get sick, I won’t be able to hide what I’ve become. Me and my friends used to look down on the slutty guys we saw at bars and clubs allowing themselves to be used by anyone and everyone. But now I was one of them. I’m a cumdump. Plus, I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting to have a cock up my ass, and I won’t be doing that if I’m sitting in my boring office doing my boring job. The life I had before is over. While everything else about this situation was now turning me on, the thought of letting everything I’d built just slip away was a difficult pill to swallow. I had worked hard. I had a good reputation. Stability. Now, I have no clue what will become of me. Will I get sick and waste away like these guys? I got a good look at most of them when we were upstairs and they are all sickly and skinny. But damn, it certainly doesn’t affect their cocks and balls. The only thing that kept me from going into a full-blown panic attack was the idea that if I do get sick, I’m going to at least get to spend the rest of my life getting fucked like a complete and total slut. I’d say whore but I don’t want anything from these guys but their dicks and their cum -no money will be changing hands. I got lost in the bliss, taking one cock after another for what turned out to be hours. Nothing else existed outside of that room, and every cell in my body was focused on my ass. And how disgustingly (sexily) sloppy it had become. As every guy used my ass for the second or third time, all of their crotches came away slick with their mixed loads that were getting fucked out of my hole. At some point in the middle of it they switched me to a sling. It was kind of funny because they didn’t let me get up, they just surrounded me, turned me over and carried me to the sling. And then they got back to breeding me. It was nasty and so fucking hot, I loved it. The room stank so good -like cum, crotch musk, sweat and men. I got high just from breathing the air down there. After each guy had deposited their third load they disappeared upstairs until it was just me and Steve. He slid his dick in me balls deep, held there and leaned over me. “You did great, slut,” he whispered. “Where did everyone go?” I asked, the room starting to come back into focus. “They’re gone. They got what they came for,” he chuckled. He leaned closer and then stuck his tongue in my mouth. We made out deep, wet and nasty as he started humping in and out of me. Fuck, after all of those dicks I still wanted this one. And more. Man, they turned me into a cum hungry pig. Steve eventually pulled up off of me. He looked down over me as he slammed my hole relentlessly. He was sweating up a storm and our bodies were making wet smacking sounds that I found so sexy. He threw his head back, made a kind of choking sound like he was trying to hold the noise in, and I could feel this dick throbbing up inside of me, flooding my guts again. Eventually his cock softened enough to come out of me. He slapped my ass, winked at me and got busy unhooking my ankles from the straps on the sling. Then he stepped back and offered me a hand to get up. I was a little shaky but managed to stay upright. The next thing I knew, Steve was shoving a fat butt plug up my ass. “Got to keep your guts marinating in our AIDS baby batter,” he told me with a wicked grin. He got even more wicked when he said, “Since you can barely stand up, why don’t you get down on the floor like the good little piggie you are and clean up this mess you made.” Mess I made? I was just the receptacle -it was their mess! But I knew I wasn’t in any position to argue. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to at this point. Besides, cum should never be wasted! And so I inelegantly tumbled down to the floor and that’s when I saw the mess. All of the cum that had been fucked out of my gaping hole was there in a slick puddle on the rubber matting below the sling. I glanced over to the left at the fuck bench and saw a similar puddle there. Bloody hell, is it even possible to ingest that much cum? How can these men cum so much? I know my ass is still full and yet there is a ton of the stuff all over the floor. And the bench. I rose up so I could peek at the sling I was just in and yep -there was a puddle of cum that I’d apparently been laying in, too. One glance at Steve told me there was no getting out of this. He stood there waiting patiently, not saying a word. But his expression said it all -clean it good or I’ll regret it. I don’t know what he would do to make me regret it, but this man clearly had few limits. Without further deliberation I went back on hands and knees and got to work. I tentatively licked the first puddle underneath the sling, the flavor hitting my tastebuds and igniting some primitive piggy side of my brain. And that’s all it took. A switch had been flipped, and suddenly I was sucking the stuff down and licking the floor clean before moving on to the actual sling, and then over to the fuck bench and the floor below it. My stomach was churning by the time I got done. It can’t be good for you belly to consume that much cum -I know there’s a lot of mucus in cum. I gagged a sort of dry heave but managed to do it without Steve noticing. And then I felt like I was totally going to puke. Luckily all that came out was a great big belch. A cum flavored and scented belch that made my dick get hard again. Fuck, what has become of me? Steve grinned like he was proud and then took my hand, leading me towards the stairs. Once we got back up there we walked around collecting our clothes and slowly got dressed. I kind of liked how he didn’t offer a shower and didn’t appear in a hurry to take one himself. I love keeping the sex smell on me, wearing it like some sort of kinky cologne. As he walked me to the door I was thinking how he wasn’t such a bad guy after all. I mean, I had a great time and I’d never felt better in my life. And then he opened his mouth. “Oh, by the way, the whole thing downstairs was recorded and saved in the cloud. So if you don’t want me posting it online for everyone you know to see you’ll get that ass back here in three days. Give me your phone,” he demanded. I was in such shock I just handed it over to him and he swapped our info, then told me, “I’ll text you what time to be here. Don’t disappoint me. I’ll have more dick for your hungry ass,” he said, with a smirk -like he knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. Blackmail aside, he knew that I’d be there no matter what -I was hooked.

I’ve gotten together with Matt on lots of occasions. We’ve gotten to know each other’s likes and dislikes and have fun pushing each other’s boundaries. Matt wanted to do something special for my birthday. He asked if I’d be open to having him set up a weekend where we partied, and then he could use me however he wanted. He also said he would try to get some other guys to come over. Of course, I was up for that. He told me to prepare for a weekend with my legs in the air and my hole gaping open. Before heading to Matt’s place on Friday, I did a good cleanout. I shaved my balls and trimmed up a bit around my dick, but I left the hair on my ass alone. I like shaving my balls since it lets me wear a cock ring with less worry about getting hairs caught in, and the minor trim on my bush just makes things look better. Matt likes my hairy ass, so I was definitely keeping that. Matt and I are both hairy. Matt has a dense thicket of fur on his chest, legs, arms, and some on his back. His ass, though, is a marvelously hairy beast. There is hair everywhere, and it gets denser as you near his hole. I really like the way the hair on his back melts into the hair on his ass. It tapers down as it goes down his back, getting almost to a point before it spreads out again to cover his ass. It looks amazing! I have a moderate amount of hair on my chest. Like I said, I trim my bush and shave my balls, but that’s all the manscaping I do. Matt doesn’t do any trimming, and his fur is lush and wonderful. There’s not much hair on my back, but my ass is covered in a light coating of fuzz. My hole is hairy, too. I had on my orange jockstrap under my clothes since Matt told me that this was a “no holes barred” weekend. This way, guys would know I was up for anything. It was likely that I’d strip down to my jock as soon as I got in Matt’s house, and I was wondering what (if anything) he would be wearing when I arrived. My excitement level was high as I got on the Uber to his house. I could have driven myself, but I thought I might not want to drive home, so this seemed easier. Also, since I didn't need to focus on driving, I could let my mind run rampant with thoughts about the weekend. The driver dropped me off, and I walked into Matt’s house. He told me to go ahead and just come in and make myself comfortable. There was a card on the table with my name on it. It was a sexy birthday card from Matt, with a note telling me to head down the hall to the playroom when I was ready. I stripped down to my jockstrap and went down to the last room on the left. It’s Matt’s playroom, and I’ve been there many times. The main feature is the sling, but he also has a fuck bench, rim seat, plus a TV, bed, a few chairs, and the regular lineup of lubes, toys, and poppers. Matt was on the bed, wearing a red jockstrap and harness. He was texting someone, sitting back and had his legs bent, showing me the entrance to his sweet hairy ass. He smiled at me and said, “Good to see you. Get in the sling.” I did as requested, positioning my feet in the stirrups and adjusting the pillow behind my head. He let me settle in and hang there for a bit. My ass was hungry, so I reached down and started fingering my hole. “OK, pig, you’re going to get that hole worked over this weekend,” Matt said, laughing at my neediness. “But first, we gotta get you spun.” I thought we’d smoke or maybe do a booty bump, but Matt had a different idea. When he came over to the sling, he had two prepared rigs in his hands. He put one down and said, “That’s for later,” before telling me to stick out my arm. He put a tourniquet on and raised a vein. We’ve slammed before, so he knows where my good spots are. Then, he swabbed it down with a wipe and got ready to point me. “You ready?” he asked. I nodded, and he stuck me, got a register, and then pushed down the plunger. He took off the tourniquet, and I raised my arm in the air. The rush was coming, and I coughed a few times. Matt had moved to the base of the sling and picked up a dildo. He slid the lubed toy into my ass, eliciting a groan of approval and appreciation from me. This wasn’t the largest of the toys that we played with, but it was a good size to start the stretching. Matt is very good at fucking me with a dildo. He’d pull it back and forth, sometimes taking it all the way out but usually keeping it inside me. He was twisting it around and would shake it to send vibrations down my ass. Now, he pulled this dildo out and picked up one with a knot in it. He shoved it in up to the knot quickly, but the knot wasn’t passing through my hole. “Take some poppers,” he commanded. I picked up the bottle, still rushing from the slam, and took two deep hits. When I put the bottle down, Matt gave the dildo another shove, and it slid all the way inside me. Fuck, this felt amazing! The slam, plus the poppers, plus the huge dildo in my ass made me into a happy pig. Matt slowly extracted the dildo from my ass. The next thing to go in was his hand. He lubed up both hands and placed his left at my hole. He used his other hand to pull me onto his hand. Once his knuckles had breached my hole, he eased up in the pressure and let me get used to the invasion. He’s fisted me enough that he knows what I like, and he was going to deliver it to me today. He was flexing and twisting his hand around, just inside the entrance. This gives me a nice stretch and prepares me for the deeper work I was sure would come around. Once he had played at the level for a bit, he used a twisting motion to delve further into my ass. His hand slid to my second hole, and he kept it in place for a while. At that depth, he was just flexing his hand a little bit, but the sensations in my ass were much more pronounced. Matt’s fingers started to probe through the bend, taking them into my colon. This is the wildest sensation. He told me to use some poppers, and once they had taken effect, he slid more of his hand through the bend and deep into my bowels. Once there, the smallest movements of his sent seismic vibrations through me. Looking down, I could see a bump in my stomach, showing where his hand was. It felt amazing and was so stimulating to know that my ass was completely receptive to his hand. Now, he began to remove his hand. He took his time, twisting and flexing on the way out so that I would always know exactly where his hand was in my ass. When he got to the widest part of his hand, he quickly withdrew it from my ass, leaving me empty and wanting more. Now, he picked up a shard to shove in my ass. On top of the recent slam, this would send me soaring. He used four fingers from his hand to slide the shard into my ass. I felt the familiar burn as it started to melt and work its way into my bloodstream. Once I was bumped, Matt walked over to the bed and picked up his phone again, checking the apps to see what was happening.

I tend to think of height /cock more along weight/cock. From the memory files of the men I have been able to do research on over the last 52 years, IF they were heavy to obese, without fail there was very little cock for supper. But the guys who were more on the lean muscle/tight abs quite often were above statistical average cock wise. Along the same process of examinations, I also have felt like taller guys seemed to be more on the average size, and short (not overweight) men showed more soft, and often hard. In my anal-litic mind, I figure it is like the concept of the old Contadina canned tomato ads of the 60's, where the guy was pounding 10 great tomatoes in an 8 tomato can. Taller or heavier guys have more cavity space for their internal organs, and so less gets squeezed out, as in long and pendulous cockmeat. The shorter, or especially tight and toned guys, are more compact but with just as many feet of intestine and organs to pack, and so the crowding is relieved a bit by extending the cock structure further out of the body. No matter how illogical this seems, it has always been my expectation of what will spring forth when I am hooking up with a stranger. Sometimes my hypothesis holds true and is validated. ( and other times, as long as the cock exceeds my hopes, who cares lol)

There was a break in the flow of cocks eager for my arse and I managed to get off the slippery leather bench, grab the mop and torch and stagger upstairs. Bill was drinking tea behind the counter and grinned as he saw me emerge sweating and slimey with lube and spunk. "I guess you didn't get a chance to clean up!" He laughed. "Oh well, it'll wait until closing time now." I nodded and went off for a shower. As I was reveling in the hot water, I heard the doorbell ring, then Bill's voice saying "Hi" to Peter's mother who asked if he and Martin were ready to go. I dried off and walked naked into reception They were chatting at the counter. Peter's mother looked me up and down and said "Hello Timmy, getting much?" I flushed as Bill laughed, conscious of the spunk inside me. Arthur appeared and asked for a coffee "Hello, missus." He said She smiled. "Been up to no good?" and he winked at her, rubbing his cock which always seemed to be half hard. There were footsteps on the stairs and Martin appeared. He was, of course, nude and his face was a picture of embarassment as he saw Peter's mother standing there. "Oh..my." He said, standing with his hands in front of his stubby cock. "Well," She said "What have we here? Have these naughty men got up your bum, Martin?" His mouth gaped open and he went even redder in the face. Arthur's cock had risen to full erection and he pulled Martin over to the counter. "Don't mind if I get a bit do you?" He said to Peter's mother. "He's still nice and tight." "Help yourself," She replied "Don't mind me" Arthur pushed Martin face down on the counter. She handed him a sachet of lube and watched him anoint his cock then slide it into Martin's fat bottom with a satisfied grunt. Martin gasped and looked at her and she just patted him on the head "Good lad. Knock him up Arthur." Arthur began to thrust in and out as She turned to Bill. "So, is Peter around?" "He'll be down in a minute, I think" Said Bill "What are you doing tonight?" They chatted as Martin was buggered next to them, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. " Ahh..." gasped Arthur after a while. "I'm cumming!" He pushed into the lad and his slack buttocks clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed as he spurted. After a few minutes he pulled out and we all saw the heavy drool of sperm leaking from Martin's cunt. Bill produced the old rag from under the counter and Peter's mother used it to wipe Martin's bottom. "Right then," She said "Go and get dressed and Timmy here can go and get Peter. It's time we went home for tea.2

BLACKMAILED FOR MY ASS Dan was a nice guy that I met online. He’s ‘straight’, married to a woman who was at work too much, and wanted to dip his toe in the guy pool. That’s where I come in. After chatting online for a couple of weeks, his wife went out of town to visit her mother in another city. This left him with the house to himself to finally play and indulge in the fantasies he’d been getting off to for who knows how long. I’m no model pin-up or anything, but some people think I’m attractive. And I’ve got a great, fuckable ass that would never turn down a load. From the pictures Dan had sent me, he’s about ten years older than my 45, more of a Daddy, and attractive in his own way. Not all burly or buff, just a regular guy with slightly thinning hair and a slightly thickening middle. But that’s okay. It was his dick I was interested in, anyway. The rest never mattered much to me. I arrived at his place as planned and ready to play. I wasn’t in the mood to waste time, so as soon as I got in the front door, I dropped to my knees and fished his cock out of his shorts -even before he got the door closed! He was a little panicked at that, but also surprisingly turned-on. Maybe he had a little voyeur in him just aching to get out. I sucked him to hardness and then he was ready to fuck. Neither of us was in the mood to waste time, apparently. I was liking him more and more. We’d talked about condoms already and I told him I don’t like them. Well, more than that -I wouldn’t accept them. If he wanted to fuck me, he would have to do it raw or not at all. He’d been stuck using condoms on his own wife for years, so he was kind of eager to fuck someone without. Lucky me. Especially with the choice piece of meat he had swinging between his legs. The perfect size for me, really. Not too big, not too small. A decent thickness that you can no doubt feel but won’t be destroyed by upon first entry. I’d already lubed a little at home in hopes that he would want to just get down to the deed, so right there in the entry way, he spun me around and placed my hands up on the wall like I was a perp and he’s a cop about to frisk me. He did feel me up and down while I was in this position, but when he got to my lower half, he yanked my nylon trackies down to my ankles, exposing my bare butt in nothing but a jock strap. I heard him make an approving growl in his throat, and then seconds later his fat cock head was pressed against my opening. I hadn’t been fucked in a while, so I knew it might be a little rough getting started. I closed my eyes and tried to think relaxing thoughts, willing my hole to relax and open up naturally for him. This actually does work for me, and it did now. It’s like easing the tension from your shoulders, only with my butt hole. I felt myself relax and then like magic my hole just yawned open and his cock slowly slid a couple of inches in. “Jesus!” he hissed. “It’s like your hole is eating me up! Fucking unreal!” I felt it, the minor discomfort of taking someone in me after so long without, but it felt so damn good, all I could do was moan. He moaned his appreciation, too. And then he slowly sank the rest of his shaft in me until he was balls deep. He held there for a moment, reaching around and pinching my nipples, which got my hole fluttering over his cock. I guess that was the signal he needed to move, so he started rutting his hips, lightly smacking my butt cheeks with his abdomen with every sharp thrust. His strokes lengthened, and turned more frantic. Before long Dan was slamming full length in and out of me, his hands gripping my hips tightly, while we stood in the entry way of his house, grunting and groaning like animals rutting in heat. It was fucking awesome! “I . . . I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he panted. “Do it, cum in me!” I yelled. More like begged, really. “Yeah? You like getting bred like a little whore?” he snarled in my ear, which really only turned me on more. He hadn’t said much of anything through the fuck, but this slightly rougher side was fucking hot. And when we’d been chatting online, I told him I liked to be called names and stuff while getting pounded, but at the time he didn’t seem all that into it. Glad I was wrong about that. “Fuck yeah!” I shouted. “I love getting bred! Cum in me!” I felt like a man possessed, but it was more like an addiction -I needed his seed swimming in my guts. “Take it, pig! Take my load up your whore ass!” he growled. I leaned my forehead against the wall, removed my hands from the wall and reached behind me to pull his hips flush against my ass so he was buried as deep as possible. I held him there for a moment, rippling my hole over the length of him, practically siphoning the seed straight out of his balls. That pushed him over the edge, he pulled back and slammed extra hard and extra deep, his arms wrapped around me so tight I could barely breathe while his balls emptied into my willing hole. I was in heaven once again. That moment is always heaven to me. He was breathing hard, his forehead resting on the back of my neck, as he collected himself and slowly withdrew his softening cock from my happy hole. I turned around to thank him but before I could utter a word, he reached up and grabbed hold of my face, pulling me into a passionate kiss. He’d made such a point of being a ‘straight’ married man, I never expected he’d want to kiss me, but kiss me he did! When we came up for air, I must have looked confused, because he said, “I just had to kiss you. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had. I couldn’t help myself. I just . . . I just needed to kiss you. Your ass is fucking amazing.” He was breathing hard and smiling wide. I’d done my job. We had agreed that our first meet would be brief, so we could feel comfortable, and also leave us wanting more. So I began to slowly dress myself, clenching my hole tight so I didn’t lose a drop of his cum. Once fully dressed, he kissed me again, and then I was on my way. He texted me later to thank me again, and to set up another fuck -soon! Over the next couple of days we swapped messages, just flirting until I could get over there again. But on the second day, I was at home later that night, and I got a strange message from him. Might be in trouble here, not sure how we should proceed. Ominous, right? I text him back, What’s wrong? The wife back in town? His reply was, My next door neighbor apparent heard us fucking, and saw us through the front window. He said if I didn’t want my wife to know, I had to let him fuck you the next time you come over. And he thought this was a problem? The more the merrier! What pig would ever turn down extra loads? I quickly sent a message back, telling him it was more than fine and to not even worry. What I didn’t know is that his next door neighbor had secrets of his own. Secrets that would change my life forever.

Mid july. Heatwave. It was 100 degrees outside, in the kitchen where i worked it was easily 120 near the ovens where i spent my days. I had to change clothes twice i was so soaked with sweat. The last time i went commando under my pants and after my shift i walked home soaked in sweat. It was so hot i had to stop and get cool, i was dizzy. I ducked into a theater doorway. I gave the attendant a $5 and he looked me over and said,”cooler in the lower theatre”. I thanked him and headed down the dark staircase. i saw some doors to my left and a theatre to my right and a big guy came over to me and asked if i was ok. Sweat trickled down my back into my crack as he led my into a doorway and helped me undress “to cool off”. He whispered in my ear as he licked the sweat frim my neck, “you’re so sexy baby”. His tongue roamed my back, my pits, my mouth, my ass, oh god he bent me over and devoured my hole. He pulled my dick back towards him and i pumped myself dry into his mouth. He stood and entered me and i moaned loudly. Yesssssss he said. I noticed eyes watching through a hole I hadn’t seen at first and then after making eye contact a big black dick came through the wall. I moved to suck it and the top behind me shifted too and began pulling out and ramming my hole. The dick i was sucking was dripping precum and smelled sweaty and wonderful. The booth i was in began to overwhelm my senses. We were all sweating and that aroma coupled with the tacky cum on the floor between my toes made me hard again as I hungrily sucked the big covk in front of me. I moaned like crazy as the top put my hips in a death grip and began growling and he ground his cock deep. His balls on mine and my dick swung wildly. The black cock then buried itself to his balls in my throat and yelled “I’m coming..ah god yeah”. I swallowed all i could, so much cum. The top then tensed up and stop moving..i could feel his balls jumping and the tip of his dick moving inside me. The black cock disappeared and the top pulled out and told me to clean him off. After he left i sat there in the dark, a little cooler, as my ass oozed cum. I jerked a couple dicks off into my mouth and on my face and then caught a cab home because i was sated but my legs were gone. Went to bed without showering, bed smelled great when i got up for work..

Sometimes the whole situation is so ridiculously hot and wild that laughing is the only correct expression! I've been laughing many times while laying on my back, getting pounded hard be a random stud pig at a sex club, surrounded by other guys watching. I love being there so much, and seeing myself from the outside, thinking about everyday life going on for everyone else, but I'm there being a total sex pig... Laughing just feels correct, and also kinda way to show my gratitude to everyone around.

Love to rim and try to floss my teeth with butt hair AND absolutely love my butthole rimmed!

love sharing my bf with other guys its hot as fuck!

Your profile doesn't say where you live. And if you live in a reliably red or blue state it doesn't matter much if you throw away your vote on a third party candidate or don't vote at all for president. But if you live in a swing state, understand that not voting for Biden means one more vote for the racist party not offset by a vote for the other side. Given your interest in racial issues and recognition of the racist agenda on the Republican side, I'd think that would be enough motivation to hold your nose and vote for Biden. But you do you.

Great start, looking forward to the next chapter 😈

The short answer is “YES!” Sex is fun and enjoyable. Fun and enjoyable often cause laughter. I have always thought of the mechanics of sex as ridiculously weird and sometimes eww! Then add how we humans like to adapt those mechanics to our particular liking, and things can get even more ridiculous, weird, fun and eww. You have just got to laugh at times. But, I think you must be able to laugh at yourself when at times, things don’t work as planned. Someone might zig, while the other zags, and things fall apart, figuratively and literally. Laugh and enjoy. DO NOT take yourself seriously! Again, sex is fun. Do what is fun to you, and don’t do anything that you believe is your “Duty.” Doing your “duty”, takes the fun out of it. Now, go empty your balls or get your ass filled. Above all, have fun and laugh. Just my two cents.

and then you proceed to list a number of the more egregious qualities about the former President, any one of which is a disqualifier for most folks. 1. I've heard many comments comparing him to Hitler, but none that actually believe he's Hitler returned from the bunker where he shot himself. He's literally similar, obviously, but he's certainly not Hitler redux. 2, Everyone has concerns about who would exercise undue influence over him. He has demonstrated the shallowness of his character for decades, and any conman (or woman) could manipulate him easily. All that's required is flattery. 3. "Hoping" that he's learned something from his Presidency implies that he might have learned something useful. He has not. What he did learn, is that the adoration of millions of citizens he's fooled, manipulated, taken advantage of, feeds his own insecurities. He's like a little boy who is juuuuust clever enough to steal cookies from the jar, without the intelligence to replace the stolen cookies with something else underneath the cookies, so mommy won't figure it out. 4. You also express (well-founded) concerns about his choice for Veep. So does every non-maga person on the face of the globe. He's been against/for so many dramatically opposing viewpoints, and in the short space of a couple of years, no one can believe anything that comes out of his mouth. If there's a replica of Shitler lurking about, it's Vance; exponentially more clever than the wanna-be returnee. 5. I tend to agree with you re: the ancient texts. They are used now only partially, to prop up anti-human viewpoints. 6. To your second paragraph, I think most of us have the same experiences; I know I do. What is the point you're trying to make? Given that the former President cares little about anyone or anything more than feeding his own ego, surely you realize that the correlation between his inflated self-image is far, far more important to him than caring about anything else, including gay folks. If elected, he would gladly order every single one of us either deported (as part of the mass deportations he goes on about), if not rounding us up to be shot. If "killing all the queers" would garner him praise from his supporters, he wouldn't (attempt) to think about it for one second. It would please all the misguided "christians", and it wouldn't bother him one iota. In the event that you "don't think Trump presents any threat to me", and everyone else with the same goals, wake up. He would cheerfully, gladly, and happily commit genocide (against us and any/every other group the magaroids aim at), if it allowed him to squat on top of the nation for one more day. If you could explain your reasoning, it would be helpful. Thanks.

It seems to me, on a gay site called "Breeding Zone," "rear mongering" would be a good thing? Sorry, i couldn't resist. Am guessing you meant to write "fear mongering." i do not think i'm a fear mongerer because i see similarities, parallels between Hitler and Trump, and try to parse those out by citing studies or articles that look to identify those similarities. Do i think they are one and the same? No. Do i think there are valid comparisons? Oh yeah. From where i sit, Trump is not as open about his specific goals and agenda as Hitler. Hitler clearly identified the Jewish people as a target (then later added in Gypsies, homosexuals and Jehovahs witnesses?). Trump has identified those people who opposed him as targets for vengeance. i don't see Trump standing for anything specific other than him being in power. His big deal seems more self focused and on getting and retaining a position of power. To me, that makes him different than Hitler. Hitler had some very specific agenda that he implemented once he had power. To me, Trump seems less dedicated to any specific agenda other than having and retaining power. my concern with him is the people backing him, those who help put him in power. i believe as long as he perceives he is in charge, gets his monumental ego stroked, he will implement agenda of supporters, like the religious right and Project 2025, in order to retain his power.

As someone who won’t be voting for either party the top of the ticket, it’s crazy to see the republicans snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. All theyhad to do was not be racist for three months, and they blew it. On top of that, if Trump selected Rubio, he could have started hiring the moving vans back to the White House. But he just couldn’t bring himself to select someone not Anglo, even if it diminishing his chances.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Any relationship to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Enjoy the story. In the Cards I was cruising a website looking for some action when I became engaged in a discussion with another guy about card games and Russian roulette and the possibility of getting pozzed. I have always been interested in being a bottom among other bottoms and having random poz or neg guys breed me and then wait for the results. In my mind it is the ultimate chaser experience. The guy told me that he was getting a group four tops and four bottoms together—neg bottoms and neg and poz tops for a breeding session involving selection by a deck of cards. At least one top in the group would be poz. He needed one more bottom to complete the group. I thought about the possibility of risking being pozzed and the randomness of the draw had me interested. After thinking about it fir a few minutes I responded that I wanted to play. He gave me the address and told me to be there in an hour. Despite my apprehension at becoming poz, the odds were good that I wouldn’t and I cleaned up and drove to the address. It was a very nice house in a nice neighborhood. I was suddenly very excited because I had expected some sleazy place. The host met me at the front door and verified that I was indeed invited to the party. He was as described in his profile. Mid-30’s, white, youngish looking, black hair, neatly groomed. He had on shorts and a tee shirt, I could see the outline of his ample cock behind the material. I wondered if he was a top or bottom. I was then ushered inside to the very nicely appointed entry hall. I noticed six piles of clothing on the floor and was not surprised when I was invited to strip naked and leave everything in a pile on the floor. As I was stripping my host took off his shorts and tee shirt and laid them on a pile. His cock was awesome, even flaccid. He was cut and thick. Since the host had stripped while I was doing the same, I guessed that I was the last to arrive. Once naked I faced my host and he guided me to the party room. Six other guys were there lounging. It was a nice mixture of races and body types. I figured that the guys with the biggest cocks, including one black guy, were tops. No sex was taking place, but some drinks and munchies were being served. The room was large and I also saw that there were four areas prepared for sex, it was going to be a communal fuck session orgy. The host began speaking ,”Gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s roulette breeding party. Four of us are bottoms and four are tops. The idea is that each top will breed at least one bottom tonight. You already know that at all of the bottoms are neg, or at least indicated to me that they are neg, and of the tops at least one is poz. There is a minimum 25 percent chance that the bottoms will be bred by the poz top. The poz top or tops are HVL and med resistant. Whomever the lucky bottom or bottoms are will likely convert as a result of tonight’s party.” I felt a chill go down my spine. It was real! But, I thought that there was only a one in four chance that I would get the poz top. He continued, “Here is how it will go down tonight. Each of the tops has already drawn a card, Ace, King, Queen or Jack. Each of the bottoms will draw a card and the top with the matching card will be their breeder. Once the initial breeding session is over, you are welcome to stay and enjoy the drinks, food and any other sex you desire. It is 10 PM now, at 11 PM, the status of each of the tops will be revealed and they have all agreed that they will likely be ready for sloppy seconds by then, if you desire a fuck knowing what is involved. And the bathroom is now locked—we don’t want any of the bottoms losing their hard earned cum loads.” I was in awe at how the night was going to play out. I was definitely taking a huge chance. But my naked cock was beginning to harden at the prospect of knowing I might be fucked by a poz guy. Did I really want to be pozzed? I liked the looks of the cocks around the room. Big and thick. Any of them would easily tear my bottom up and potentially provide a toxic ending.” “It is time for the bottoms to draw their cards. The order will be the order in which they arrived.,” came the next announcement from our host. I was last and watched the king, jack and queen get drawn. As each card was drawn, the cocks of the tops began to harden around the room. The game was on. The only card left was the Ace of Spades. It was time for the tops and bottoms to match up. As each of the tops went to their bottoms, I realized that my top was our host. He had the matching ace. He came over to me and smiled. “I had hoped that I would get you,” he said. “You are going to enjoy yourself.” He reached out and twisted one of my nipples roughly. I loved it. I love having my nipples abused and as he did that my cock began to swell in anticipation. I took a quick look around the room and saw the other three couples already beginning the process of coupling and breeding. Getting through the initial meeting and preparing the bottom to accept the seed of the bulls in the room. Our host led me to the sofa and pushed me roughly onto it and began to rim me deeply. He was preparing my bottom to receive the seed he was going to put into me. I wondered if he was THE poz top. He offered me poppers and I took a deep hit. He had a beautiful cock and I was anxious to begin sucking it to full hardness. Without warning he stopped rimming my bottom and pulled me close for a deep kiss. I loved the taste of my bottom on his lips. I knew he was getting close. His cock was nearly erect. I moved down to suck him, stopping to bite his nipples, which he enjoyed. He kept saying harder and I bit harder and harder. I took his 7 inch cut cock into my mouth and began bringing it to full hardness. I tasted his sweet pre-cum and wondered again, was he the poz top? After a short while of sucking his shaved cock and balls, he pushed me down onto the sofa onto my back and opened my legs. He bent down and lightly licked my hole and spit into it. He placed the tip of his cockhead at the entrance to my bottom without any lube except the spit he had just put there. I knew this was going to be hard, but I was unprepared for what came next. He rammed his huge cock balls deep in one stroke and I felt my inner ring tear almost immediately. OMG, I thought, the way he thrust into me, he is definitely poz and I am going to be pozzed tonight. He roughly fucked me for a bit until I could feel lubrication surrounding his cock and reducing the friction. It was probably blood and I was able to get my fingers to graze his cock before he swatted them away. I looked at my fingers, while he was pile driving my hole, and confirmed blood. This was for real. I licked the traces of my blood off my fingers and realized that there was no backing out and no place to hide or change my mind. I was probably getting fucked by a HVL poz, med-resistant toxic cock. I was beginning to enjoy the hard pounding as the abuse had numbed my pain and I was beginning to experience the enjoyment of getting fucked. That is what being a bottom is all about. Getting fucked and taking cum. The fucking continued and he got into a rhythm that I could enjoy. He reached down and twisted my nipples roughly. I almost came right then. He looked into my eyes and smiled. I could tell the time was getting close. He bent his head down to kiss me. I loved getting fucked on my back so that the top could kiss me as he unloads deep inside of me. For a moment i was distracted and i heard one of the other couples complete their coupling loudly and compassionately. I also noticed at least one of the couples was watching us as our host for the evening was about to unload his yet unknown-load into my bottom. They were both jacking their cocks and the bottom of the group was fully erect enjoying the show. i snapped back to reality and looked into my host’s eyes. “Are you ready for my load to fill you,” he said. His words brought to bottom from the couple watching us to begin spewing sperm around and he put his cock into my mouth and I sucked him dry. I was about to receive cum in both holes. My breeder’s cock began to expand and I felt the beginnings of his orgasm building as I swallowed the sweet cum being provided to me. With a grunt and a loud exclamation out host announced: “Take my load you faggot. You deserve everything in it.” He drove his massive cock balls deep, past my destroyed inner ring and I felt it pulse at least ten times as he delivered his load deep into my body. He collapsed on top of me, sweaty and hot. He kept his cock deep in me so that none of his precious load could escape. I held him and thoroughly enjoyed the contact after being roughly bred. After a few minutes he withdrew an presented my with his blood and cum covered cock to clean. I enjoyed cleaning off the likely instrument of my pozzing, I was amazed at the amount of blood on his cock. Although I still did not know officially, from the intensity of the fucking, I was pretty sure I was now pregnant with his poz babies. Our host stood up, his now flaccid but still large cock swinging and invited the others to sit. Each of the couple had finished and I could tell that the other bottoms had each had an almost equally enjoyable and rough experience. The tops were all smiling and chatting together, while we bottoms sat together somewhat stunned. Everyone had a drink and was enjoying some munchies while waiting for the news of who got pozzed. Right at Eleven o’clock our host began talking. “So now is the reveal. Who was poz and who was not.” He looked at the four bottoms and spoke directly to us. “You thought this was a classic roulette party where only one of the chambers had a bullet? No, it was a poz the neg faggot party. Only one top was neg. The Jack was the neg top.” He paused for a moment for effect. I was stunned and took a big swallow of my doing. My ass was sore and bleeding. He continues, “I hope you are all happy that the cocks that pozzed your neg asses gave you what you wanted but were too afraid to actually get. As for you, he looked at the bottom who was fucked with only neg cum, “if you want to be pozzed we are all willing to change your status.” I was in shock. It was sinking in, I had been pozzed. Seriously. The odds had been against me getting out of the evening as a neg bottom. I had very mixed emotions, but wait, there was more. Our host continued, “For the three of you who were pozzed, each of us has the Cuban Strain of HIV. It promises to develop quickly into AIDS and is med resistant. Additionally, each of the cards came with some additional bugs. The guy with the queen had herpes and Hep-C. The poz guy with the king has gono. And I have syph.” I was in shock. With one fuck, I had been infected with one of the most virulent forms of HIV and syph, too. The room was quiet for a minute and the guy who was not pozzed spoke up, “Wow. Who wants to poz my neg ass?” All of the poz guys responded that they would love to do the honors. The poz guy with syph had a big cock and came over to me and said, “are you ready for more?” I looked him in the eye and responded, “Sure. I guess I want it all.” He smiled, I took a big swig on my drink to settle my nerves and we walked off to one of the sofas to fuck another poz load into my bottom and add gono to my new and growing bug collection. My transition from DDF neg was complete. What a party this was.

A few years ago I was invited to join some friends on a trip to Munich for a long weekend in December. There were six of us - my friend Michael and his partner, another couple in their mid 30s, Ben and Paul, and another friend of Michael's I hadn't met. For reasons which will become obvious I've changed all the names in this story...... I liked Michael very much - he'd been a good friend for many years and I liked his partner too. The other couple I knew but less well, Paul had been friends with Michael for a long time and I had met him and his partner Ben quite a few times and liked them both. We flew out to Munich on the Friday morning and checked out the Christmas markets in the afternoon. We were all staying until Monday except Paul who had to fly home on Sunday due to work commitments. We had a good time and I enjoyed the company very much. I had been busy at work and was working long hours so I had not had much time for anything else and I was looking forward to having a break. I was also feeling very horny. I knew, however, that this particular group of friends didn't really approve of things like cruising and saunas or sex clubs and also had very strong views on monogamy and on safe sex. I had often heard them talking about it and talking very disapprovingly about the amount of barebacking going on. I had every intention, however, of getting some time to myself and going in search of some horny bareback sex. On the Saturday night we all went out for a meal and later on that night I went off to a large park I had heard was a good cruising ground. I found it easily and had a wander round. It was a beautiful night but it was very cold and there were not many people around. I tried cruising a young lad who looked to be in his late 20s and was dressed in jeans and a puffer jacket but he didn't seem to be interested. A few older guys were cruising but nothing much was happening. Even though I wasn't getting any action, I enjoyed walking around very much. I passed the young lad a few more times with the same result and just as I was on the point of giving up and going back to my hotel, he passed me again and started cruising me. I assumed he had been looking for someone nearer his own age but had concluded that I would have to do. I didn't care and soon his jeans and pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. He had a fair sized cock and I enjoyed sucking it very much. He didn't object when I turned him round and soon my tongue was up his arse. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his arsehole. Again he didn't object so I began to push the head of my cock into his hole. He groaned and, reaching into his pocket, handed me a small packet. I thought it was going to be a condom but it was a small sachet of lube. I lubed him up and pushed my cock slowly right up his arse. Soon he was leaning against a tree, his puffer jacket hitched up and his jeans and pants at his knees as I fucked him bareback. His arse was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I hadn't cum for several days and before too long I was shooting what felt like a massive load right up his arse. I was feeling much more relaxed and chilled now and we all went out for lunch on Sunday and then Ben went with Paul to the airport for his flight home. The other three were going out for the evening and would not be back until late- they had obtained tickets for some high brow concert outside Munich and were really excited about it. Ben and I arranged to go out for something to eat and found a really good Italian restaurant. I was getting to know Ben a bit better now and I really liked him. A few things he said suggested he was actually more relaxed about some things than the others and he sank quite a few pints of beer in the course of the evening. After we had finished our meal it was still quite early and Ben suggested going for a drink in a nearby gay bar. The bar was nice and modern with good music and friendly bar staff and it was just starting to get busy when we got there. When I went downstairs to the toilet, I discovered there was a darkroom down there too. I took a quick piss and then had a look in the darkroom. Quite a few guys were in there - a young blond twink was down on his knees sucking two older guys and a fit looking black guy was being fucked hard in a corner, I watched for a while and then went back upstairs. A little later Ben went to the toilet. He came back a little while later and said "There's a darkroom down there too." I nodded and Ben grinned. The blond twink was now at the bar and after a while he disappeared again. A little later Ben finished his drink and asked me if I fancied checking out the darkroom. The darkroom was a bit busier now - and there was quite a lot of sucking and fucking going on. The blond twink was bent over being fucked and a few other guys were watching and wanking. As we watched they guy fucking the twink thrust hard up his arse a few times and then pulled out. He took off a condom and threw it on the floor. The twink stayed bent over and a dark haired guy stepped up. He pulled the twink's cheeks apart, lined up his cock and pushed right up him bareback. Ben's eyes lit up and he said "Fuck!" as we moved in closer to watch the action. The dark haired guy was fucking the twink hard up against the wall now and Ben said "Fuck....I'd love to...." I said "Go on, if you want to." He looked at me. "I won't tell anyone." I said. Ben hesitated for a moment and then he moved over to the twink. I watched as Ben pulled his jeans and pants down to his knees and began to wank as he watched the twink being fucked. The twink turned round a little and bent forward, taking Ben's cock into his mouth. Ben and the dark haired guy spit roasted the twink for a while and then the dark haired guy thrust hard up his arse a few times and pushed his cock right up him and held it there and I knew he was cumming deep in the twink's arse. When he pulled out the twink turned round and pushed his arse towards Ben. Ben didn't hesitate - he pushed his bare cock right up the twink's arse and began to fuck him. I hadn't expected that at all and I soon had my cock out wanking as I watched Ben fucking the twink bareback. Ben fucked him for a while and after a while I could tell he was getting close. I watched as Ben threw his head back and pushed right up the twink, obviously blowing his load right up him. When Ben pulled out, I took his place. I was really horny from watching Ben and it wasn't long before I added my cum to the loads the twink already had up him. Ben was a bit quiet when we went back up to the bar but then we got talking to a group of German guys and he livened up again. We got talking to two guys in their mid 30s who were a couple who lived in Munich. One of them was tall and quite thin and the other small and chunky. I went to the toilet and when I came back Ben was chatting to them. I had noticed that Ben was flirting with them, and was clearly enjoying being off the leash for the evening. A little later I went to the bar for some more drinks. The bar was busy and it took me a while to get served. I looked over and saw that Ben was now standing closer to them and chunky guy had his hand on Ben's arse. When I got back the two German guys were just finishing their drinks and shortly after that they left. I couldn't see if they had left the bar or if they had gone downstairs, but I suspected the latter. After a short time Ben put his drink down and said casually "I think I might go check out the darkroom again..." I guessed that he was going to join the other two guys and sensed that he probably would be less inhibited if I wasn't there so I said "No problem, I'll see you later," I waited a while and then made my way back down to the darkroom. It didn't take me long to find Ben and as I had thought, he was with the two German guys. Ben and the taller guy were standing with their trousers and pants down and the chunky guy was down sucking on first one cock and then the other as Ben and the taller guy kissed each other. I watched for a while and then the German guy stood up and Ben got down and started sucking the other two. It was all very horny but it soon got even hornier. Ben was now bent over sucking the chunky guy, his fit arse in the air as the taller guy went round behind him. I saw him taking out a small packet and he began to rub some lube into Ben's arse. This was getting interesting... I didn't think there was any way Ben would get fucked without a condom, but he didn't even look round as the tall guy began to push his bare cock against his arsehole. I watched as the guy pushed his cock right up Ben's arse. He gave Ben a moment to get used to his cock and then began to fuck him. I had my cock out now, wanking as I watched Ben being fucked bareback. I had never thought that Ben would cheat on his boyfriend - and certainly not that he would do it without a condom. The tall guy was fucking him hard now and I could tell that Ben was loving every minute of it. I watched them fuck for a while and then the guy thrust up Ben's arse a few more times and I knew he was cumming in Ben's arse. The chunky guy pulled out of Ben's mouth and moved round behind him. His cock was much bigger than the tall guy's and I watched and wanked as Ben reached round and pulled his cheeks apart to help the guy get his big bare cock up his arse. The chunky guy fucked Ben hard and fast and I could hear Ben groaning as the chunky guy took hold of his hips and began to fuck him even harder. It wasn't long before he too shot his load up Ben's unprotected, cheating arse and I shot my load on to the floor of the darkroom I was back upstairs by the time Ben returned from the darkroom looking flushed. I asked him if he had fun and he grinned and nodded He had no idea I knew just how much fun he actually had.......

The Vault in London is a great place to play. I always leave with empty balls. I was there last week and serviced a glory hole. It was barely a minute when the first cock came through. I sucked about 15 cocks and got at least 6 loads. I was ready to cum so I watched the guy in the sling getting fucked by several men and when I saw one man cum in his ass I took my chance and went in next and fucked and seeded his wet hole. There’s always a good choice of cocks and holes at the Vault.

CHAPTER THREE The room was practically spinning the way my mind was whirling. It was like I was in some strange nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. All I’d done was come over to Dan’s for a little fun. And somehow I ended up locked in a sex dungeon with a man who was intent on giving me AIDS. What the fuck? What’s worse, I knew in some part of my mind, a part that I never wanted to acknowledge, that I had enjoyed what Steve did to me. He was so determined, so Alpha, so twisted . . . and so damn HOT! My cock was throbbing out in front of me as I stood there thinking. Steve was standing, patiently waiting for me to answer his question -but was I really up for more? He started cackling again as my cock throbbed mid-air while my mind relived the exciting moments when he raped his toxic cum into my ass. Dammit! Why did that have to turn me on so much? “Looks like I got my answer, faggot,” he told me, taking me by the arm and leading me over to a sling that hung from the ceiling on the opposite side of the room. I was basically zoned out, going along with him as he led me to my ultimate demise. I was powerless to stop him. But seeing his enormous cock engorging with blood right before my eyes, I knew that I had no reason to stop him. He was freeing me. I’d always resisted myself, my own natural inclinations. Always trying to keep myself in a box. And now Steve was breaking down the walls and setting me free. My stomach began to do flips, but this time it wasn’t from nerves. This was pure excitement. With the realization that he was doing me a big favor, the fog cleared from my mind and I became completely present in the moment -and I no longer felt panic. “Let’s do this,” I said to him, unable to control my smile. How being AIDS raped could make me this happy, I’ll never know. But this was the best I’d ever felt in my life. I was being true to myself, and the real me wanted to be a cumdump bugged up fag. As Steve strapped my legs up in the sling, I could see the streaks of cum and blood that had trickled out of my busted open hole. It was all down my inner thighs, and it did nothing to my libido except perhaps super-charge it. Used to be the sight of my own blood brought on panic -especially the thought of it come from my own asshole. But ever since I got Steve’s butt-destroyer in me, along with his seed, the sight of my blood reminded me that it was another step in the process. I needed my hole to be destroyed, and Steve was going to be the one to do it. “What are you thinking about, faggot?” he asked. “Looks to me like you’ve accepted your fate. Or accepted that this is what you were meant to be in the first place.” “I was just thinking how right this feels. I need this. I need you to own my ass and use it any way you want.” I was practically pleading with him to continue using me, which, I guess I was. I didn’t want him to stop until my hole no longer resembled my hole. I wanted to be gaping, destroyed, gushing toxic cum, and oozing a little blood so that I knew his potency was getting right into my bloodstream. “Own your ass, huh? Well, if that’s what you want . . . you know when a man owns another man’s ass, he can do whatever he wants with it,” he prompted. “Even find other men to use it. You up for that, pig? You ready to be a cum slut for me? I’ll be your Daddy, but you will be committed to me and do exactly as I say. You want that?” I was so horned up by this point, all I cared about was getting something shoved up my ass again. So I answered him with the only possible answer - “Yes! Own my ass! Please, just fuck me again, I need your cum in me again!” Steve didn’t waste anymore time. He laughed at my desperation, but immediately began to slide his monster meat back into my torn hole. It still hurt and still stretched me beyond capacity, but I finally felt right again as I felt his pubes scratching against my butt cheeks. “Aah, that’s better,” I sighed. “I love feeling this stuffed full of dick,” I moaned. Steve laughed at me again, and leaned back as he drove his hips forward. He worked up to a steady fuck pace and it felt like heaven. I grunted and moaned every time he slammed forward, busting through my second ring time and time again. But I was loving ever second of it. “You think this is being stuffed, faggot, I’ll get you stretched more than you ever imagined,” he told me. “I’ve got a friend I know would love a crack at this ass, and his dick is as big as mine. How about you take us both in you at the same time,” he suggest and he began to power fuck me. I knew he was working up to his orgasm again and I wanted his seed so badly I ignored his suggestion that he and his friend try and get in me simultaneously -as if that would ever happen! There is no way my body could accommodate that! “Oh god, cum in me,” I moaned. “Please, give me your load!” I begged. “I’m so glad you came around to my way of thinking, Pig,” Steve said. “While I do love when a slut puts up a little fight, hearing you submit to me completely is music to my ears. Now hold on while I give you another load.” Steve slammed into my ass for another few minutes and it was intense. The chains on the sling were rattling, we were both grunting like pigs, and sweating like pigs, too. The basement stank of sex, sweat and cum, only adding to the overall mood. Finally Steve roared as he held himself as deep as he could go, and I felt his dick throbbing out his load into my shredded guts. I never wanted that moment to end. How could I feel such strong emotions for this man after what he’d done to me? I honestly wanted to tell him that I loved him -stupid, I know. But he’d freed me and given me a gift. I knew that’s what it was now. We were bonded for life -how could I not think I was feeling love? On some level, at least. “You look like you’re falling in love with me, faggot,” he commented, still standing buried balls-deep in my trashed hole. “It’s okay, it happens when a pig like you finally learns his place at my hand.” Then he slowly began to withdraw from my hole and when I felt cold air rush into my gaping ass, I knew he was all the way out. Steve went to a set of shelves with a bunch of toys on it and selected a large butt plug, which he promptly shoved into my hole with very little resistance. It still stung, but it wasn’t unbearable. “There, gotta keep my baby batter in there to do it’s job on you,” he chuckled, giving the plug a firm slap just so I felt it. “I am getting you pregnant, after all.” He unfastened the straps and let me out of the sling so that I could get some blood into my extremities, and I was grateful for the plug, otherwise a stream of Steve’s cum and my blood would be flowing down my legs again and I really did want to keep his seed it me. I knew that’s where it belonged. And that realization made me accept the situation completely. When I started up with Dan and wanted to be a cumdump, I hadn’t fully accepted that. Not entirely. Now I had accepted it, and I knew that my ass is where men’s seed belongs -any and all men. I didn’t care who they were or what kind of bugs they have -I wanted it ALL. Standing there while he took quick glances as if assessing me, I reached down and began wiping the slick mess of cum and blood from my legs and slowly brought my hand to my mouth. I didn’t want a drop if his precious cum to be wasted. While I took my time wiping and licking it all up, Steve had retrieved his phone and was texting someone -likely that friend he talked about. Finally, all of the cum had been eaten, and Steve seemed finished with his phone for the time being. “I need more cum, Steve,” I admitted, my voice a little shaky as I felt so vulnerable putting a voice to my urgent hunger. “A lot more.” Surprisingly, Steve didn’t laugh at me as I’d expected. For the first time since we’d met, he actually looked at me affectionately as he reached down and took my face in my hands, before pulling me into a very passionate, wet and sloppy kiss. “I think I might fall for you, too,” he whispered when he pulled away. “That doesn’t mean I won’t get every dick possible to use that fucking faggot hole of yours.” “Good, because that’s what I want,” I assured him. “That’s what I need, Steve.” I was a junkie needing another fix. Both completely naked, we walked upstairs and took a break to have a couple of drinks. Steve was surprisingly attentive, making sure I drank a glass of water to stay hydrated before he would allow me any alcohol. We had two gin and tonics, the gin helping dull the slight sting and pain still radiating from my ass. I couldn’t believe I still wanted to be fucked knowing the condition my hole was in -and feeling the almost constant reminder with the large plug prodding all of the damaged areas every time I moved. As we sat side by side on the sofa, which he’d draped with a rubber sheet to keep all of our sex mess contained, we actually talked. “I knew that first day I saw you sneaking in and out of Dan’s house that you were going to be my pig,” Steve told me. “I just felt it and I knew that you would feel it too, once you had me inside you. Do you really want to be my pig? For me to own you?” I couldn’t help the longing I felt when I looked at him. It was a pull that I couldn’t control, or deny. I felt it, and it was real. So why deny it? “I’m sure, Steve. I’ve never been more sure. As long as you can use me like you talked about, I need it. I’m all yours.” He smiled as he stared into my eyes. “I already texted some friends of mine to come over and help me finish getting you well and truly pregnant, so I hope you mean that.” “I do, Steve. If that’s what you want of me, I’ll do anything you want. I promise.” I felt a weird desperation to prove to him that I was willing to follow any directive he gave me. Steve sat back against the rubber sheet and threw a thin arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his bony side. “That’s good. They’ll be here soon. Tonight, you will take all of the loads and dicks we can find for you, no matter what. And after that, you’ll stay with me. I’ll use you a lot, you know. My viral load only keeps climbing higher and higher each day. So we will get you knocked up. You’re going to get sick, you realize that, right?” I was nodding my head, feeling sick in my stomach, but my heart was pounding and my dick throbbing. Even though this was frighteningly extreme, I could not deny that I wanted to do it with him. All of it. “I know, Steve. But I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ve never felt this good in my life. So even if I can only have a few months of this . . . depravity . . . I’d rather have that than a whole lifetime of feeling suffocated trying to pretend I’m someone I’m not,” I told him in earnest. He leaned closer and kissed my cheek. “I’m going to love killing you,” he whispered in my ear. “You will die from all that I’m going to do to you. Well, I’ll probably go before you do,” he chuckled, sounding completely at ease with the notion of his death. He’d accepted his circumstances and was making the absolute most of the time he has. Probably better than most people do in those situations. “What will happen to me if you . . . if you die before me?” I asked, suddenly really unsure. I loved the idea of living my life with him, to serve as his personal cum whore, but once he’s gone? I can’t go back to my ‘normal’ life after that. Especially if I waste away like he is. The people in that life wouldn’t know how to accept me. “I’ll pass you on to one of my bugged-up buddies to continue my work until you die,” he told me, so matter-of-fact it was almost as if we weren’t talking about my probably-horrific demise. Before I could say anything else, Steve sucked in a deep breath and began pulling me onto his lap, where I noticed he was rock hard again. “Until then, we are going to spend an obscene amount of time with my big cock up your tight faggot hole,” he told me, reaching behind to take hold of the plug in my ass. Just as he was about to yank it out, the doorbell rang. Steve carefully lifted me off of his lap and then I was standing in front of him. “That’ll be my friends. Go let them in -and don’t bother trying to cover yourself up. They’re all going to know every inch of you before they’re done with you, anyway. Not to mention, you’ll be carrying several other strains in your faggot ass, too. No medications will work on a few of my buddies, so you’re in for a treat,” he laughed as he spun me around and swatted my ass to get me in motion to the front door. I stood in front of the door for only a second, gulped over a lump in my throat, knowing that once I opened that door, there really would be no going back. From this point on, the remainder of my lifetime will be spent in servitude of men’s cocks. Every moment of every day will revolve around getting fucked and bred like the most disgusting cock whore imaginable. My body will be flooded with so many viruses and bugs that I know Steve won’t allow me to get treatment for. My body will be overcome. I will become a petri dish for a new breed of virus, a combination of all of these powerful and lethal strains, all mixing in my body, morphing my DNA into something unimaginable. Something that will eventually mean my end. I opened the door. THE END ? (AND A NEW BEGINNING!)

**Like I said, I'm only doing a couple more chapters so this one is quite longer than I intended, but it has the good stuff that I wanted. Enjoy!** CHAPTER TWO That weekend Dan and I had scheduled our next fuck session, planning for a much longer play time this time around. We’d had days of waiting, and now that he got his first taste of hot male butt, his dick was apparently constantly hard as memories of being sunk in me played on a loop in his mind. Good. That means he isn’t as upset about sharing me as I first thought. I wasn’t sure if his neighbor would actually be there this weekend, but I arrived with that exciting thought in mind. I’d never been treated like property before and it turned me the fuck on. The idea of getting passed back and forth between these two guys was like one of my wet dreams come true! And I didn’t even know anything about this neighbor, only that he apparently thought it was okay to blackmail his neighbor for a piece of ass. That should have been disturbing to me, but it wasn’t. Again, it only turned me the fuck on. When I arrived, Dan pulled me in the house quickly and slammed the door shut, but not in haste to get in me as I thought. He was looking sort of frantic and concerned as he dragged me over into the living room. “We don’t have much time ‘til he gets here,” he practically whispered to me. “Are you sure you’re okay with doing this? I never imagined having you come over the other day would put you in this situation. I don’t know how I’d handle the wife finding out, but you shouldn’t feel responsible. I can’t let you do this.” His concern really was sweet, but he obviously had no clue about the world of greedy sex pigs. Okay, so I had the greedy part down, but I was new to being a sex pig. For most of my adult like, I’ve been more reserved. Recently I just started to ask myself, “What for?”. Like, who am I saving myself for? I’ve always had the urge to get used by a lot of men, but always fought it. Not anymore. I took his face in my hands to get him to focus on me as I told him, “Dan, relax. I can handle it. You might think that a lot of the stuff you’ve seen online is just acting, but I can assure you that there are plenty of us who will happily take loads from whoever is offering. This neighbor of yours is just a bonus, so don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” Little did I know . . . Seconds later a loud pounding came from the front door and Dan looked stricken again as he went to answer it. He returned to the living room with a man who was taller than his six feet by about three inches, but where Dan is getting on the thicker side, this guy was rail thin. The pronounced bulge in his pants captured my attention and made me forget to give him a closer look. My mouth was watering and my hole was already yawning open all on it’s own. Dan looked resigned as he quietly said, “Chris, this is my neighbor, Steve. Steve-” “Pig,” Steve interrupted, like he spat the word out. “I think I’ll call you pig,” he said, his tone ominous and predatory as he glared into my eyes. I’d never seen such intensity before. It wasn’t passion. It was something else, something almost sinister. It made me both uncomfortable and horny at the same time. I’d always been drawn to men who looked sort of mean or hard or dangerous (though I never acted on it), and that’s what was radiating off of Steve. I could tell that Steve was going to be the Alpha in this situation as Dan was still sort of cowering, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here. However, Steve wasn’t going to let that happen. “Dan, why don’t you take first crack at that ass while the pig gets me hard and wet. My dick is a lot bigger than yours, so I’d like a load in there before I destroy his hole,” Steve said, sounding oddly playful. As if it wasn’t obvious that Dan was anxious about this entire situation, I had to work to get him hard enough to fuck me. This should have been turning him on more, not less. Either way, I got him hard while sucking him, as Steve stripped out of his shorts. Once Dan got his cock head in my warm hole, his nerves seemed to vanish. What man could possibly concentrate on worries when their dick is buried deep in a hungry hole? Dan held my hips and pumped away at my ass using a steady pace, while I was bent forward and working Steve’s mammoth cock. It was the hugest slab of man meat I’ve ever seen. Thick as my forearm and probably as long, too. He wasn’t kidding about destroying my hole. I should have been scared, but something told me this man was going to give me the fuck of a lifetime. Steve’s precum was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. It had a perfect balance of sweet and salty that made me sort of hope that he would cum in my mouth so I could swish a good mouthful of his seed around my taste buds. But I really wanted to feel Steve in my ass. I have to admit that I’m a bit ashamed. I was so consumed with my thoughts of what Steve was doing to do to me that I wasn’t giving my all to Dan. I was just a hole standing in front of him that he was pumping away. From his soft grunts I guess he was enjoying it anyway, but I know that I could have put much more enthusiasm into that fuck. But something about Steve had me almost hypnotized. Moments later Dan grunted, “Ready for my load?” I yanked my head back off of Steve’s cock and yelled, “Fuck yes! Breed me!” before going back to sucking Steve. It only took about five more thrusts before Dan buried himself balls deep in me and I felt his cock twitching as he unloaded his seed in me. Fuck, that feeling never gets old. And now that he was finishing, I was eager to give Steve a try. I knew that even with Dan’s load coating my ass walls, it was going to be a very tight fit getting Steve’s huge dick up my ass. But I have always loved feeling stretched beyond my capacity, so I knew I would be getting some delicious pain/pleasure soon. Little did I know . . . Once Dan had extracted his softening cock from my now-sloppy hole, I stood and stretched out my back. My eyes were still practically glued to Steve’s enormous dick and I wondered how I would ever fit that in me. I’ve seen videos about fisting before, and I imagine taking him in you would be like that. But I’ve never even come close to trying to get fisted. How the hell am I going to manage it? And yet there was still a pull, a need in me. Now that I’d seen his cock, I just couldn’t turn him away. I had to have him. More like him having me, really. I didn’t think I had much say in the matter anymore. Steve stood back and leered at me while he slowly stroked his cock -that hung practically down to his knees! Not quite, but it was damn close. Now I was feeling more frightening than horny. There really is no way I can take him. As panic was starting to grip me, Steve released his cock and reached out to grab me by the throat. Not enough to cut off my air entirely, but it was a firm grip that told me to pay attention. “There’s no going back, pig. We’ve got an arrangement.” He glanced from me to Dan and then back to me before he said, “Let’s go over to my place. I’ve got a better set-up and . . .” he paused to glance around the immaculate living room, “I wouldn’t want to make a mess in here. And trust me, things are going to get messy.” Steve turned at the doorway of the living room and said, “Grab your shit,” before heading down the hallway away from the front door. I scrambled to gather my clothing but didn’t take the time to actually redress, while I heard Dan pulling his clothes back on and follow behind me. As I headed down the hall in the direction Steve went, I realized that he wanted us to cut through the back yard into his yard, so I didn’t worry that I was completely nude. “Are you sure about this?” Dan asked in a loud whisper. We were at the back door when I looked back at him. “Look, I don’t want to cause trouble for you. And, anyway, he seems pretty determined. I’ll just go along with it. If I really don’t feel comfortable, I’ll get out of there. Besides, what’s he going to do? It’s his word against yours,” I told him before rushing through the yard, through the adjoining gate, and through Steve’s open back door. Steve waited for me just inside the open door. He’d removed his tee shirt, revealing his skinny body. I’ve always been thin and hated when people called me skinny, but this guy was skinny. As in skin and bones. He had a bunch of tattoos on his torso that I hadn’t seen with the shirt on. Some of them were kind of muddled looking, while others stood out clearly. I assumed that they held some meaning to him. He must have been a scientist because some of them looked like chemical symbols. I heard Dan enter behind me and saw Steve’s posture stiffen. Looking up at his face, he was frowning, too. “You might not want to stick around for this part,” he told him. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Now I was getting scared, no doubt about it. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? I thought I was just going to have a little extra fun, get an extra load, and head home a happy boy. Now I didn’t know what to expect. I looked at Dan who looked really worried for me. He gulped anxiously in that way that told me he was really worried what he’d gotten us both into. Being a genuine guy, he probably felt like shit for getting me caught up in all of this. His eyes darted around a little but finally met Steve’s. He cleared his throat and said, “I’ll stick around to make sure he’s ok.” His voice was a little uncertain, but he was clear that he was going to stick by my side, which went a little to reassure me. Steve scoffed and said, “Suit yourself. But stay the fuck out of my way. The pig is mine now.” Well, his stern voice was night and day compared to Dan’s. Steve left no doubt that he was getting things done his way. Surprisingly, Steve held my hand as he walked me down a short hallway to a door that led to the basement. As he took the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder why people always had their sex rooms in the basement. Yes, there was something sexy about it. But when you were in a situation like the one I was currently, it was more terrifying than sexy. Visions of serial killers were dancing through my head! The twisted thing was that as I was having these thoughts, Steve was cackling to himself ahead of me. What the hell was he laughing at? Or did I just say all of that out loud? Holy shit! He didn’t say anything, though, until we were standing in the middle of the open concept play room. Dan had paused at the bottom of the stairs, looking completely torn. It was sort of nice that he felt responsible for me, but there really was nothing he could do, so I didn’t bother to try and reassure him. How could I reassure him when I was terrified myself? “Leave your clothes in the bin over there,” Steve instructed, gesturing over to an empty basin on the floor next to the stairs. “Then get that ass up on the fuck bench. You’ll be more comfortable there than if you were standing the entire time.” How nice of him to take that into consideration. Not! He was going to be stuffing that mammoth cock into my tight hole -nothing about this was going to be comfortable! I did as I was told, almost like I was in some kind of haze, or hypnotic suggestion. I could have easily just taken my clothes and run back up the stairs. And yet, here I am, cock fully hard, my heart pounding in my chest, and my hole feeling . . . dammit! My hole was aching to be stuffed FULL! There is no doubt that he will stuff me full. I did as I was told and before I knew it, I was kneeling on the fuck bench, and surprised that I was comfortable this way. There was no strain on my back or legs, and I could just relax. Hopefully I could relax enough to take him into me without doing any permanent damage. He didn’t waste any time either. As I was discarding my clothes and getting into position, he was walking around the room, flipping switches, turning on lights and cameras and monitors playing bareback porn. I had no idea what he planned to do with the cameras, well, obviously I did, but what would he do with the video? Sell it? Post it online? Bloody Hell! And by the time I was situated, he had everything right where he wanted it. And then he was on me. No preamble. One second nothing, and the next I felt his hands on my ass, one hand on each cheek, pulling me wide open. And then I felt his enormous cock head at my opening. Oh fuck, this is it. Relax, breathe, relax, clear everything else away, I told myself in a desperate attempt to will my hole open so that I didn’t get ripped to shreds. My mind closed nearly everything else away, except for Steve and my pig hole. I didn’t think about any other part of my body, just my vulnerable opening and the massive meat dong that was insisting on entrance. I could hear the sounds of raw sex filling the room from the sound system attached to the monitors displaying breeder sex videos. That helped put my mind in the right place. I couldn’t see the monitors, but I could picture assholes gaping open and swallowing cocks, swallowing their loads. As I did so, my hole yawned open and I felt Steve begin to slide in. “Shit, you are a fucking whore!” he laughed as he sunk into me. “Look at you taking that cock. I’m not even pushing and your fucking pig hole is just eating me up. You want what I got, dontcha, pig?” he laughed sinisterly. My hole might have yawned open and allow entrance, but that didn’t mean I was wide open and gaping. He made it a couple of inches in and then stopped, allowing me to breathe and try to adjust. It was still quite a shock to my system. Before I got back into that mindset, Steve slammed full length into me, balls deep in one hard thrust! I felt my entire insides split apart from the sudden invasion and I howled in pain. That explains why play rooms are in basements -so the neighbors can't hear! Normally if there’s some pain during a fuck, I just grin and bear it. This wasn’t just pain, though. I felt like someone just rammed a telephone pole up my ass, I’d never been so full or so violated. Violated, that’s a good word for what I was feeling. And yet, the stupid thing is . . . somehow I was turned on during it all. I could feel my cock throbbing beneath me, trapped between my stomach and the padded bench. It’s almost like another aspect of my personality came out with extreme pain like this, a part that reveled in it. Because apparently I was, as I suddenly found myself shoving back onto Steven’s hard monster cock. “Look at you, fucking pig! Riding this cock even though I just busted you open good!” he snarled, so impressed and amused by my behavior. “You can’t see it, pig, but you will when you watch the video. Your ass is lubing my big dick up nice and slick with all of that blood.” Blood? Hell! Bloody Hell! He really had done some damage. So why was my ass feeling greedy, still? Steve took hold of my hips and pumped away, my hole destroyed and slackened enough that he could just ride me. Especially with the combination of his precum, Dan’s load, and my own ass juices and blood slickening his ride. I could feel all around my ass and down my legs were wet as he continued to rape my hole. I knew it was blood. There was no way Dan bred me that much or Steve could precum that much. So why the hell am I still turned on by this fuck? Am I sick? I’m a sick fucker for loving the fuck this man is giving me. I’ve never done anything like this before, nothing ever this extreme. Steve power-fucked my ass for what felt like another hour, but was probably another fifteen or twenty minutes. Then he slowed and lowered himself down onto me so his stomach was flush with my back. He brought his head down next to mine on the left and whispered into my ear. “So, the pig is enjoying the ride, I take it?” his gravelly voice rumbled sexily. “Good thing ‘cause you’re not getting out of here until I’ve gotten all I want from you. Or, should I say, given you all I want to give you,” he chuckled. “What . . . what do you mean?” I asked, feeling a sudden surge of panic again. “You’re not leaving here without my AIDS, pig,” he snarled into my ear. AIDS?!? What the fuck? I was suddenly thrashing against him, whimpering, trying to get Dan to come and get this sick fuck off of me. I could hear struggling and Dan was trying to get Steve off of me. He didn’t know what Steve had told me but it must have been quite clear that I wanted to go. “Back the fuck off, Dan, or your wife gets a phone call at her mother’s house tonight,” Steve bellowed, and then the room fell silent, except for the porn playing in the background. It’s not like they could have been fighting much, given that Steve was still buried balls-deep up my ass, but whatever struggle they got into ceased and I heard Dan walk away. Quietly, he said, “Chris, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen,” and then he disappeared up the stairs. I felt Steve lean down next to my ear again and in a sexy whisper, he said, “Thank fuck, I thought he would never leave. Now we can have some real fun. You want that, don’t you, pig?” Why did my body respond to this man who had literally destroyed me? I had never been so turned on in my life, and this man just told me he was going to give me AIDS! What the hell is wrong with me? “You want it, I know you do,” he chuckled into my ear before he pushed himself back up to standing. “Are you ready for your first load of AIDS cum, pig?” he asked loudly. “Fuck yes! Give it to me!” I heard my own voice yelling. Fuck, I really am a sick fuck. Then again, I’d just been thinking he was a sick fuck, too, so maybe we were more compatible than I thought. I was so inexperienced with sex outside of vanilla, this was all so new and exciting, I couldn’t deny that I wanted to delve deeper. “Here it comes, fucking whore! Take my HIV! Take my AIDS!!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs as his balls erupted and blasted my shredded insides with scalding hot high viral cum. I’ll admit it stung like a bitch, but somehow I got a perverse thrill from that. I just didn’t know my own mind anymore. As his cum began to shoot into me, I felt my own cock going off below me as a pool of my semen spread out between me and the bench. I felt like such a pig. And I loved every second of it. Steve yanked his dick out of my ass, causing me to yell out in pain and shock. He stepped back and appeared to marvel at the mess he’d made of me. I glanced over my shoulder back at him and could see my reflection in a large mirror on the wall behind him. My entire backside and the backs of my legs were streaked with blood. I hadn’t just gotten a tiny tear. I was bleeding. Not gushing or requiring medical attention. I don’t think, anyway. But there was an alarming amount of blood. “We’re off to a good start, pig,” Steve told me, sounding kind of proud and not nearly as scary as he had before. “You up for it?” I really didn’t want to be up for it. I really thought I should say something like, “Go fuck yourself you sick fuck!” and take my damaged ass to the nearest hospital for some stitches and some PEP. That’s not what I said, though.

Anyone else love sharing tops with other bottoms? At this point nothing turns me on more than laying ass up next to another bottom side by side as a hung top takes turns going inside us, transferring our ass juices to one another. I love having a cock inside me that has been inside someone else’s ass. The bond I feel with the other bottom is amazing, especially as we make out with our tongues as either one of us is pounded.

Asleep and Taking Loads My boy and I have been coming up with some fun risky scenarios to play out getting him more comfortable taking raw POZ cock. It totally turns both of us on. Over the past few months, I’ve shared his holes with a few guys, mostly buddies, mostly NEG or POZ and medicated. He suggested lining up a few NEG guys online to come over for some group fun and pretend to be drugged up and knocked out. He figured I’d be there to keep things from getting out of hand, so where’s the real harm, right? He told me that he’d start to moan or ‘wake up’ if he’d had too much and wanted to stop. Plus, I’d get to watch these strangers breed my boy and then fuck their cum into his ass. What could go wrong? My boy decided that Saturday night would be our best bet to get a lot of guys. I placed an ad with a few naked pictures showing his hole full of cock, one of it freshly bred and leaking seed, letting guys know he was serious: GUY TAKING NEG LOADS WHILE PASSED OUT. FUN STARTS AT MIDNIGHT THIS SATURDAY. SEND PICS AND STATS FOR ADDRESS. Within the next two days, I’d had about ten replies. Most were from NEG guys who loved the idea. One was from someone POZ saying how risky it was just to trust people. He went on to say that some POZ guys might just say they were NEG and join the scene anyway. He included a pic of his muscular back with a big biohazard tattoo and a really nice, slightly saggy ass. I knew he was right, but sent the address and instructions to come on in to the rest of the NEG guys who I wanted to see raw top my sleepy boy. Saturday afternoon we had an early light lunch and I got the house ready while my boy lounged in the tub and took his time really deep cleaning. We put the bed in the middle of the room and stripped it of our normal sheets with a black rubber mattress cover in their place. My boy took a few hits of poppers and laid down as I ate his hole. Around 11:45, I heard the front door open and two or three voices chatting as they came up the stairs. My boy winked at me and closed his eyes. Three guys came in and stripped their clothes off as I fingered my boys ass, saying that he was out cold, and they could have their way with him. One guy shoved his cock down my boy’s throat. Another one lined up and spit on his dick before shoving it into my boy. My slutty boy must have been really struggling to not groan or moan on those cocks. The third guy, a real frat boy, seemed to be having a hard time getting it up, so I knealt down suck his cock until it was ready to breed my boy. While I was gobbling the frat boy’s cock, a fourth guy showed up, big muscle guy. I remembered his thick tool from his pics. He stipped off his shorts and winked at me while I went back to sucking the frat boy off. The first two men came, one shooting his load all over my ‘sleeping’ boy’s face and hair. The first top shot his load deep into my boy. When he pulled out there was a white river leaking out. I smeared some cum out of my boy’s bangs onto my cock and pushed their cum into him. I fucked my boy for a few minutes. The first two guys were naked and jerking each other off while the frat boy watched and slapped his thickening dick on my boy’s slack mouth. The muscle guy tapped my ass and told me he was ready for his turn. He was rock hard and truly thick, naked from the waist down, his frame peeking out of a black tanktop. I knew my boy must have been struggling to take it all so fast, even though he was well-lubed and pretty open. I watched from behind as he forced inside my boy, his broad shoulders flexing under that shirt. My boy remained totally silent as the guy stabbed his dick balls deep and then went to hammering. When he was about to cum, he shook his head and said, ‘not yet.’ The frat boy was finally fully hard and slid on into my silent boy. I needed a piss really bad, and the first top told me he was thirsty. ‘Not here,’ I said, and pointed to the bathroom. The guy got in the shower and I pissed into his mouth. He swallowed every drop. We were only out of the bedroom for a minute or two when the frat boy shouted that he was going to cum, and we raced back in to watch him hammer his load into my ‘passed-out’ boy’s hungry hole. The muscle guy was next to my boy’s shoulder with his back to us, tapping a spot on his arm. He jerked his cock as the frat boy came then took his place, not waiting for me to have a turn. The guy grunted and growled as he pummeled my boy’s raw ass but my boy never made a sound. As he force fucked my boy, I watched as his ass flapped around and realized where I’d seen it before. I wasn’t at all surprised when his shirt crept high enough that I could see the points of his biohazard tattoo peeking out, but I was too horny to do anything to stop it. I knew this POZ stranger was about to breed my boy, just like he warned me he would. The muscle stud roared as he filled my boy up. ‘I’m breeding you, boy, filling you up with POZ cum! You like that?’ he asked. The three NEG guys sort of freaked out and made a quick exit, grabbing their clothes as they left. I stood there shocked, but fully hard and about to shoot my load. Still inside my boy, the guy leaned forward, ‘You like this game boy? Want me to call my toxic friends over and share your hole with them? You want me to stop?’ My boy didn’t reply. I knew he wanted to eventually take POZ cum, and was waiting for a sign that it was time to call it a night. I rubbed my boy’s face and tried to ask him if he wanted more, but he just drooled. I was a little freaked out. The POZ muscle top went over to his phone and clicked around. He held the screen towards me and I saw a conversation on it: Person 1: Hey boy. Nice profile. You take raw POZ cock? Person 2: I want to… I have this fantasy. Person 1: Yeah? What’s that? Person 2: I convince my man to host a NEG-only party and pretend to be passed out. But, I get a POZ guy to come over and actually give me something so I pass out and can’t stop him from breeding me. Person 1: Yeah, boy? I could do that for you. I have connections… and maybe some POZ buddies who might be into joining… Person 2: Cool Keep your eyes peeled for an ad. That’ll be us. In case my man doesn’t send you the address, here it is: ********** Person 1: Cool. You really want me to mess you up and knock you out? Person 2: Yes, please. The POZ stud took his phone back and grabbed my hips. He guided my cock into my boy’s puffy cummy hole. ‘You like this scene?’ ‘Yeah,’ I replied. 'Breed him. Mix your seed with mine inside him. He wants this.’ He rocked my hips forwards and backwards faster and faster until I shot my load into my boy, pushing that POZ and those NEG loads deeper inside him. The stud licked his lips as I pulled out and spread my boy’s cheeks. He sucked out as much cum as he could until it was smeared all over his mouth. ‘Clean me!,’ he ordered. I licked all over his mouth as he jammed his fingers in and out of my boy. ‘Good thing you’re into this. My buddies are already on their way over…’

The All-Natural Massage I answered his ad offering 1-hour massages. The address provided was for a small house in a quiet neighborhood on the west side. I guess he worked out of his home. When I rang the bell there was a pause and then the door opened. “Hi! I’m Ken. You must be Cliff! Come on in!” The well-proportioned man, standing in front of me on bare feet, was quite good-looking! He had a deep tan, curly blond hair and a ready smile. He was wearing only a gauzy tank top and a pair of white terrycloth shorts. As my gaze surreptitiously travelled down his body, I could tell that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock and balls kept shifting beneath the soft fabric, their outline clearly visible. He led me down a short hallway and through a doorway at the end. “I use this room for my massage studio,” he said. The room was simply furnished with a couple of chairs, a floor lamp and, on a table in the corner, soothing music emanated from a CD player. The pleasing smell of sweet incense hung in the air. In the center of the room stood a large sturdy massage table covered with a clean white sheet. Ken asked me to get undressed and said I could put my clothes on one of the chairs. “You can keep your briefs on, if you like.” I felt a little shy, but did as he instructed. “Hop up onto the table,” he said! “Just lie on your stomach and relax! You told me on the phone that you’ve never had a massage before. You’re gonna be in for a real treat!” As I got comfortable, he told me that he’d been a licensed masseur for over 10 years. His style, he explained, could be summed up in one word: “natural.” “Yep! Natural oils, natural scents, natural touch. Nothing could be finer!” To my surprise, he then removed his shorts and shirt. He stood naked before me. His cock, framed by a large bush of dense, curly black hair, bobbed mere inches from my face. It seemed to be swelling slightly, as if happy to be set free. I guessed that, when fully erect, it would probably be pretty big. What seemed to be a clear drop of pre-cum glistened on the very tip. Sagging heavily behind his penis, two large egg-shaped balls swayed back and forth, suspended in a soft hairy sac. “I like to be nude when I’m working…naked as the day I was born. It feels more natural, more right. Nothing like the feel of bare skin! I hope you don’t mind!” I didn’t know what to say…so I didn’t say anything! He started the session, massaging my feet and legs, working his way up along my body. His touch felt wonderful. His experienced hands kneaded and stroked my cares away. “That’s it,” he said. “Just let yourself go! Let your aches and cares and inhibitions slip away.” I gave myself over to the pleasure of his touch. He had me turn over onto my back and resumed his efforts on my body, once again working his way up from my feet. Magic fingers! Did that sound too corny? He then disclosed, “By the way… I’m HIV-positive. I hope that’s not a problem for you.” “I guess that’s OK,” I stammered. “You know, of course,” he added, “that my virus can only be transmitted by an exchange of bodily fluids such as blood or semen, not by the touch of bare flesh on flesh. Besides, even if I was to fuck someone right here on the table, there’s no guarantee they’d catch my bug in just one try.” “Do you take that daily PrEP?” I enquired. “Doesn’t that keep your viral load in check?” He laughed! “I wouldn’t use that stuff if you PAID ME! I hardly ever get tested, but my count is usually pretty high! For better or worse, I’d rather keep healthy the natural way. I follow a strict dietary & exercise regimen every day.” “Yeah!” he continued. “Natural’s the only way to go. Hell, I even have sex naturally. You won’t find any condoms around here!” This sure sounded risky to me, but I didn’t think it was my place to say anything. He interrupted my thoughts. “Here! Lift up your hips for a minute!” Without much hesitation, I did as I was told. Ken grasped my briefs by the waistband and with one sharp tug, they were down to my knees. “I bet that’s a bit more comfortable!” One of his hands cupped my nuts. “Mmmm! Nice balls you got there,” he said as he gently rolled them around in the palm of his hand. He grinned and asked, “What kind of seed you got in here anyway? Negative?” I BLUSHED! “I KNEW it! So…These balls are full of neg seed? That’s kinda hot! You know…my poz hands…all over your neg body.” His talk was getting me both flustered and, at the same time, turned on. My dick inched across my belly as it began to grow. Ken smiled! “Maybe we should get you out of these briefs. I’m thinking, they’ll just get in the way.” He pulled them off, tossing them on the chair with the rest of my clothes. I wanted to question his actions, but Ken just shook his head. “Don’t worry,” he said! “I do this all the time.” He went back to fondling my testicles, gently rolling and tugging on them. By now, my cock was fully erect. I was embarrassed that my excitement was so obvious. One of Ken’s fingers found my sphincter. At first it made little circles, but soon the tip started nudging and poking, seeking admission. “You’re awfully tight down here, Cliff. I’m going see if can get you to loosen up a little!” I guess I started to get nervous. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. I tried to sit up, but he placed his hands on my shoulders and eased me back down again. “Don’t worry, Baby! I know just the thing to totally relax you.” He leaned forward and engulfed my straining cock in his mouth. His wet lips fastened on the shaft and his tongue started swirling around the sensitive head. “How’s that feel, now? Better? I thought so. You know…your body is VERY responsive. Your penis is so fucking stiff.” With that, he resumed his oral attentions. Suddenly, I became aware that his probing finger had found its way up inside me. He pulled away and looked at me. “You know…my finger…my POZ finger…has penetrated your butt. Technically, my virus is now…INSIDE YOU! What do you think…does that turn you ON?” To my utter shame, my body stiffened, my hips bucked and, without even being touched, my dick began to gush sperm. Ken leered and said, “Yeah! That’s what I thought! Deep down, your body knows what it wants!” He bent forward and took my spurting penis back into his mouth. “Mmmm!” After he had drained me and lapped up the spilled seed, he gazed at me and said, “You know…lots of my clients have gotten turned on by thoughts like that…just like you did. Hell…I’ve had clients get SO HOT they actually BEGGED me to fuck them…fuck them right here on the table…despite knowing I would probably knock them up. I mean, I hardly ever go ahead and actually do it, but once in a while…you know…a guy like me has needs too! I wanna get laid…just like the next guy!” I wanted to protest but his lips sealed over mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth, dueling with mine…distracting me…confusing me. Ken returned to my cock, kissing and licking at it. Amazingly, I got hard again almost instantly! “Ready for more, I see,” he said, smirking. “Mmmm! Just the way I like it.” His head descended on my rigid shaft. For the next 20 minutes or so, he kept me right on the edge, several times backing off when he felt my body tighten in anticipation of cumming again. I felt lost in a haze of sexual stimulation! At some point, something shifted in the mood. Somehow, I could tell that the focus was shifting away from my needs over to Ken’s. I looked at him as his mouth came off my cock, ropes of his saliva dripping down onto me. His face took on an odd expression. “I think you’re ready, Baby! It’s time to have some fun!” He went to the foot of the table and, grasping my ankles, he started to raise my legs. “I’m gonna get up on the table with you! That’ll make things a lot easier.” As he climbed up, his shoulders naturally began pushing my legs back, forcing my knees down against my chest. He kept looking into my eyes, telling me it was going to be OK. “This is what you want, Baby…and I’m going to give it to you!” I wanted to resist but he kept kissing away my protests. I could feel his cock bobbing against my hole, his dickhead leaving a slippery trail of goo. I knew that he was trying push into me, but, stiff as he was, his cock kept slipping, owing to the copious amounts of pre-cum that was leaking all over. Here I was, on the verge of letting a total stranger fuck me, knowing that he would end up filling me with his toxic ejaculate. Panicking, I started to struggle. “Hey!” he barked! “You want me to have to get a little rough? Is that it? You want it rough?” “No!” I whimpered! And with that, my resistance vanished. I was ready to submit. “Please!” I implored. Again and again I said the word, not sure exactly what I was begging for. “PLEASE!” My body surrendered as well as my spirit. My hole, which had been clamped tight as a last defense, now opened, giving him full permission to enter me. I could feel his girth as he slid in, stopping only when he could penetrate no further. He sighed in satisfaction. “I can’t last as long as I used to, but I can still get the job done. You might not convert, but if you do, you’re gonna love having a part of me growing inside you.” “Please!” There was that word again! Ken started up a nice and easy pistoning motion. “Fuck, yeah! Skin on skin! All-natural…just the way it’s supposed to be…just the way I like it! Fuck! You being NEGATIVE…me being POSITIVE…that makes it SO HOT, don’t you think?” He lowered his mouth and pressed his lips tightly to mine, cutting off any possibility of my answering that question. He settled into the slow steady rocking motion with his hips. He breathed into my ear, “I’m in no hurry, Baby!” Occasionally, he’d rotate or grind his hips so I was always aware of his large cock as it moved within me. The constant repetition mesmerized me to the point where my thoughts and worries ebbed away. As the repetitive power of the fuck took hold of my senses, I lost track of time. Ken’s voice drifted in from somewhere. “Is this what you want, Baby? I need you to tell me!” I moaned in response. He said, “Say ‘Yes!’ I want to hear you say ‘yes!’” I moaned again! Louder this time! “SAY IT!” I opened my eyes and looked up at him, felt him deep inside me. “Yes!” I said. “Please…YES!”

A man who has served his Country in public service for decades. A man who can accept that his physically his body is failing him, and puts the welfare of the Nation before his own pressing urge to continue his service to the United States. Joe Biden, our President, the consummate Humanist, deserves to be honored, respected, celebrated and held in the highest esteem both now, as he steps down from his office, and by future generations. He has advanced the citizenry of the United States with tremendous accomplishments by service first to his State, then as Vice President, and finally President, and unfailingly working to advance the rights of the downtrodden, the underprivileged, those who society has ignored since the founding of this Nation. His gifts to the Nation have been nearly uncountable through the decades, and now his final gift to the country he loves has now been given, and we all know how difficult that decision has been for him. Whatever one's personal political beliefs are, lets not let petty notions allow us to denigrate this truly good and decent man. May he find peace as we, the citizens, move on.

It depends on the situation...if I'm playing with a friend(s) and we are having a having a good time and if drinking is involved...yea we're laughing and bullshiting...if I'm at the ABS and the guy I'm playing with is serious...or it's a straight boy, fucking me, is serious...I read the room and try to engage them to relax but, if they don't, I go with the flow..

This morning I awoke in a bed that wasn't mine, the sun shining through the curtains. To my left a hairy chest, and a musky pit. I could tell something was different. A stiff silence in the room, a wave of tingles, and an immediate erection. For in my mind I could see it so clearly, so precisely. It started at the bar, when this man approached me in the bathroom. The stank of whiskey exploded in my face as he grabbed my mouth, pushing his tongue into mine. With such strength and authority he kissed me - deepening himself into my throat. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, showing me his biohazard scorpion tattoo. I remember how my cock changed from limp to rock hard in an instant. He noticed this of course, all I had were basketball shorts and a shirt. He pulled my head close, slicking his tongue in and out of my ear, priming my primal desires. "I am going to set you free tonight, and you're going to let me. Isn't that right?" I nodded my head frantically. He pulled my body to the door, moving aside to slap my ass on the way out. The man lead me outside and down the street a block to an apartment. Leading the way as he instructed, I climbed the stairs, heart pounding, cock throbbing, mind racing. He slapped my ass, grabbed it, and stuck his hand down my shorts to get his fingers in my sweaty hole on the way. In his apartment he immediately stripped off my clothes and shoved me to his bed. He ripped his belt off like he was starting a lawn mower, pants hitting the floor instantly. His gargantuan cock swung in the air, oozing goo. He pushed me back, lifting my legs high in the air. The man handed me a brown bottle, and gave me time to breath in the sweet burn. Lubed up, he pressed that monster up against my incredibly tight hole. I felt the relaxation wash over me, and he began to burrow slowly in my virgin hole. I was amazed at how it felt as he began to pry open my walls. I had only topped and it was instantly clear to me that this felt so amazing. He continued slowly, opening me more and more, sliding the head in deeper each time. It wasn't long until he decided to fill me with his entire length in one sure thrust. Deep, painful, pleasureful, and downright sinful. I took every thrust, moaning loudly into his pillow. Tears rolled down my cheeks in pure joy as I opened up and relaxed further, a true alpha male digging deep and planting a seed. He continued for over and hour and a half, wailing on my hole until it was useless and loose. Staring at his gorgeous work, he slammed it right back in thrusting faster, deeper, and harder. The sensation was so intense I thought I was going to puke. As he trusted harder, it began to grow painful, but this didn't last as he let out a loud moan, emptying his cock 9 inches into my negative hole. Each throb, each twitch, more cum leaked out inside me. As he sat there shaking in ecstasy, it made me cum all over as well, spraying everything near by. The man pulled out slowly, as to save every last drop. He placed his finger as far as he could in my hole, rotating it around, spreading his love to every surface inside me. To finish the deal, he took his finger nail and left one long, jagged scrape inside me - inviting his bugs into my heart and more importantly my soul. "Welcome, Brother. You will make a fine gifted and do me proud." So yes, I woke up in a strangers bed, and my actions are deafening. But I know that I went from having a cock between my legs, to having a weapon. For today, I now bring chaos into this world. For now, I will be known as Apep, The Gifter of Chaos. Like with a pig for part 2.

I find that very empowering the comment on fucking through cuming due to speed to achieve it. I have done exactly that a couple of times wgen topping. I will now look at it with a different lens

Visiting London for a week, if any hung tops want to breed me all load types accepted

As you surely know, "racism" is not something folks put on or take off like a shirt or cap. Once introduced, it's something that grows in a fevered mind - fertilizing resentments, false equivalency, anti-human behavior. It's a learned depravity, but it's possible to unlearn racism, given the realization in the racist's mind that it's unhealthy in every way. The "antidote" to racism also is a learned behavior, given the individual's determination to flush it down the mental john. All it takes is to recognize in ones self the mental/emotional wart, and keep applying the antidote until if finally fades away. It may be hard work, and take no small amount of time, but it's a happy, productive journey as well, and can be applied to any particular aspect of our mindset that we realize is counterproductive.

Sorry if this is a bit long but fuck me it was hot ...think I watched a twink lad get a poz load without knowing Chatting to a lad yesterday on fab and neither of us accommodate ...he was good looking ginger 20-year-old. He was getting very spicy on the chat suggested we meet up if he was free and he was all like… I don’t know might do sometime… I wasn’t holding out much hope and I was well horny so I said … no worries mate, but I’m gonna be down your way at the park near where you live … be there about nine in car park if you fancy joining me ..if you can’t get no worries I’ll see what I can find no pressure. Getting there for about 5 to 9 and I can see from the car park that he’s waiting for me really looked like his picture athletic slim ginger Tracky bottoms T-shirt ...nice… go to say hi he’s a bit nervous but I asked if we are alright to play?… like he’s like fuck yeah…. So wondered round the back of the park where the big bushes are ...move in for a snog tastes amazing… With both have our hands in each other’s joggers, both hard as fuck… He gets on his knees and sucking my cock biting my foreskin… really loving it ….get my hand down the back of his joggers and get my fingers round his shave hole spitting on my hand going back trying again finally getting a finger in him he’s still noshing my cock… fuck me mate… he says… get him bent over joggers around his ankles lying my cock up pressing it against his hole lubing it up with my pre-cum and spit ...my head pops into his little hole… tight… slowly push my cock balls deep into the lad…more spit start to speed up...my balls slapping starting to fuck him deep…by this at this time a couple of older blokes have noticed the noise and come to have a look… both of them wanking… one bearded skinny bloke a good size cock the other bear type wanking in his jeans… I take my cock out to show them I’m fucking this lad bareback Skinny Dad steps up strokes my wet cock and fingers the lad for a bit before offering his cock to the lados mouth who practically swallows the damn thing ….bear dad Steps up as I start fucking the lads hole again, fingering my cock as it slides in and out of the lads wet hole… he leans in and sticks his tongue down my throat … hand on my arse fingers looking for my hole.. which I have lubed up prior to coming out…. He got his middle finger in me prodding and nearly making me come in the lad… he whispers in my ear you want fucking too? … yeah I say…. with the lad still bent over, I pull out he stands up snogging skinny Dad.. then turns around and offers him his arse… skinny Dad slides about 7 inch's of cock into the lad who’s gasping and now holding onto one of the trees… looks so fucking hot…. skinny Dad rolls his T-shirt up as he starts to deep fuck Lado Who really getting into it…. meanwhile bear Dad bends me over and guides a good thick cock into my hole tells me how good I feel and slowly picks up the pace…from this position I can get my tongue down Lados throat again both of us moaning in each other’s mouth… I look over at skinny Dad and see he’s pulling on a tit ring and has a discrete biohazard tat round his nip… I move in and take the tit and ring in my mouth … then snog skinny Dad for a bit till he breaks contact and whispering asks if we are both on prep… I say I am don’t know about him…. Fuck! skinny Dad says And unloads in the lads arse fucking him hard as he does so…. Bear Dad has me round the throat, bent me down even further and is proper slamming me now grunts and unloads in me… i reach between my legs so I can grab his balls and the base of his cock to feel his load throbbing into me….he pulls out and said fucking lovely arse mate …skinny dad had slid out of lado and was getting his shit together...he snogged the lad hand down his joggers again probably fingering his cummy hole …down here much? he asked …I said id defo be back …you on Grindr or something...we swapped names and they left …lado was still wanking …did you not cum yet? I asked …yeah mate once while you fucked me and again when he did…I hadn’t cum yet…can I fuck you some more …he grinned and we snogged some more …up against the tree I found his cummy hole and slid my wet cock in him …fuck it was wet and slick and didn’t take long before I gave him another good load ...pulling out a load of cum followed my cock...snogged the lad some more and we chatted a bit swapped numbers ...didnt mention skinny dads tat ….and fucked off 🙂

I’m a total sub cursed with a 7.5 dick, so most tops prefer to fuck me while my dick is covered with a jockstrap and I help out by willing my dick to stay soft and focusing on my hole getting pounded.

Before and after taking 4 anon loads at the gloryholes

A friend and I went to see a cover band in the student's union and both of us got pretty wasted by the end of the concert, so my friend invited me to sleep over. His bedroom was on the upper floor of a detached garage so we wouldn't be disturbed or disturb his family so we got even more wasted before I needed to fall asleep, so I stripped naked and got under the covers while my friend did the same. I have no idea how long I was asleep but I woke up unexpectedly because I had a strong feeling that I was about to cum, only to open my eyes and find my friend sucking my cock so well that I didn't want him to stop. He didn't stop until after I shot my load into his mouth and he managed to swallow every drop of my cum. It was totally unexpected but it felt so damn good I couldn't have said stop even if I'd wanted to.

Patient 4: Dylan “I’m sorry to tell you this, but you’re HIV-positive.” Those were the words that changed Dylan’s life forever. He’d known it was coming. He and Ed had been fucking since the spring; it was only a matter of time until he was infected too. If he was being honest, he’d already known somewhere deep inside that he’d carried the disease. But this was the moment it finally became real. As he sat alone in that dark gray hospital room, those words ringing in his ears, he waited for the inevitable wave of fear and anxiety to come crashing down on him. Nothing happened. “I have some pamphlets here if you’re interested in learning more,” said the nurse gently. He took them from her, trying to avoid the look of pity in her eyes. Surely the fear would come any minute, and her pity would be justified. After all, they said that AIDS was a death sentence. He could see how it affected Ed, weakening his body and suppressing his spirit. Who knows how long until the disease ravaged his body and tore it apart from the inside out? But as he sat on that crinkly white paper, trying to avoid her pitiful gaze, he didn’t feel scared at all. He felt relief. “Thank you,” he said. “I think I’d like a minute to myself if that’s all right.” The nurse nodded. “Take as long as you need.” When she left, he let out a deep breath. He looked around the room at the ugly shade of paint on the wall. He laughed to himself. “I’m HIV positive,” he said breathlessly. He looked at his hands. They looked the same as ever. It was almost like he could feel his blood pumping, warming his limbs. He felt light and giddy. He ran his fingers across his arm, shivering at how sensitive he felt. “I’m poz…” He slipped his hand underneath his shorts, under the waistline of his underwear. He grabbed his dick, stroking it softly as it grew to full length. He rubbed his thumb over the head, wiped off the smear of precum beading at the edge of his cock, and brought it to his lips. He slipped his thumb inside, swirling the taste around in his mouth. “Fuck…” It had been years since he’d tasted his own cum, but he never remembered it tasting as heavenly as it did now. He sucked on his thumb, getting it nice and wet before sliding it back down his shorts and into his hole. He grabbed his cock with his other hand, laying back against the table as he milked himself. He could picture Ed’s face in his mind, that smug grin that was equal parts infuriating and intoxicating. It was Ed’s seed that flowed through him now, that leaked from his cock as he worked out his first positive load. He wanted to christen this experience, to immortalize the moment he first knew definitively that he was a dirty, fucked up, free man. “Ugh… oh fuck… oh yes!” He wiggled his thumb into his hole as deep as it would go, then cried out as his cock sprayed his tainted load all over his chest. The poz seed soaked through his shirt, staining it with his gift. He ran his fingers through the cum and sucked it down, savoring the thick globs of dirty sperm. When he left the hospital that day, he was a changed man. The things that had weighed him down before no longer mattered. At first, he wondered if he was just in shock. That the high would come crashing down and leave him wrecked like the rest of the men he’d seen get infected. But the comedown never came. For the first time in his life, he felt like he finally knew who he was. The virus had given that to him–it had made everything clear. Years of putting on appearances and trying to live double lives washed away in an instant. He had finally embraced his true self–a sick, perverted, cum-guzzling faggot. He didn’t share his newfound revelation with Ed. The man was too unpredictable, still in denial about having AIDS. Dylan almost felt sorry for him at times, until he remembered the way that Ed had shamelessly infected him without a second thought for his well-being. Not that Dylan really minded–he was actually grateful to him now. But that didn’t change the fact that Ed’s reaction to being poz and Dylan’s reaction to being poz were two different things. No, Dylan would have to maintain the illusion until the point of no return. By that time, Ed would be too weak to leave. At times he wondered if he didn’t want Ed to leave because he didn’t want to lose Ed’s money or because he didn’t want to lose Ed’s dick. He knew he could probably have any man in Manhattan if he really put his mind to it. He’d been with plenty of well-off, powerful men in the few months he’d been escorting before Ed. But there was something about the old man that he found thrilling and erotic, and, if he was being honest with himself, incredibly similar to his father. Perhaps it was the self-loathing, the arrogance, the selfishness. His dad certainly had that in spades. Or perhaps it was the fact that, as Ed’s body began to waste and rot away, he was only becoming more and more attractive to him. Then around Christmas, Ed’s health took a serious turn for the worse. He became bedridden, leaving Dylan with the responsibility of being his primary caretaker. He didn’t mind–after all, he was living solely on Ed’s dime, and he still harbored some affection for the man. But Ed’s condition left him feeling isolated. He had no one else to talk to, no one to confide in his feelings about being poz and the freedom it gave him. He needed to find someone who understood, someone who felt the way that he did. He found what he was looking for in late February: an ad in the local gay paper for an HIV/AIDS support group in Chelsea. It met on Monday afternoons in a small room in someone’s apartment, densely furnished with bric-a-brac and reeking of potpourri. When he walked in, he was surprised to see only a handful of people there. “Please, join us,” said a kind-looking Asian man in his early 30s. “We’re just about to start.” Dylan sat in the only empty chair in the circle. To his left was a handsome black man in his late 20s, and to his right, a sickly thin man with light red hair. He tried not to stare at the sick man, wanting to be respectful. But curiosity drew his gaze–he knew this would be his fate eventually. The thought didn’t scare him, surprisingly. The Asian man clapped his hands together and smiled at them. “For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Vincent. I started this group to be a safe space for anyone with HIV or AIDS who wants to share their experience and those of us like myself who are negative but deeply impacted by this epidemic. We’ve all experienced the fear and stigma out there. But this is a safe place to discuss that without fear of judgment. Now, who would like to begin?” The man with red hair raised his hand. “I mean, I guess I’ll start.” He pulled out a handkerchief and coughed into it. Then he laughed wryly. “It’s not like it’s hard to tell I’m sick. My work fired me the second one of these showed up.” He pointed to a purple lesion on the back of his forearm. “But the hardest part has been my partner. He’s so scared of getting it he won’t even sleep in the same bed as me anymore. Every time I cough he cowers away from me, like he’s afraid I’ll infect him. It’s like… I wish he would just leave me, you know? At least that way I would feel like he’s being honest with me.” Dylan frowned. He suddenly felt like his very presence was offensive. “Thank you, Ryan.” Vincent turned to Dylan. “How about our newcomer? Would you like to share?” Dylan felt a jolt of adrenaline as all eyes turned to him. “Well… I think maybe I should just listen-” “Nonsense. Whatever you have to say, this is a safe place.” “Okay. Well… I just tested positive a few months ago.” Vincent nodded. “That must have been difficult.” Dylan bit his lip. “But… that’s the thing. It wasn’t.” Vincent tilted his head, a confused smile on his face. “How do you mean?” “I mean, I wasn’t upset. I was happy.” He looked around at the men in the group. “I felt… powerful, you know? Like I had been given this gift, this lineage that stretched back to so many men before me. A brotherhood of men like me who loved to fuck and get fucked. They want us to be ashamed of being gay, but I just felt this sense of freedom for the first time in my life. Like I could fuck whoever I wanted without being afraid.” He grew more passionate as something was unleashed inside him. “There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore, you know? We’re poz. We’re freed from all that societal bullshit and those ridiculous expectations. Now we can just fuck like we’re meant to-” “That’s enough.” Vincent was not smiling anymore. “How dare you come in here and say those things?” He blushed. “I’m sorry. This is just how I feel, I’m not trying to-” Vincent’s face was red with anger. “These men are sick. Some of them sicker than others. But they are sick and they are dying. How dare you make AIDS some kind of… freedom? It’s a death sentence.” “But that’s what I’m talking about,” Dylan said desperately. “I don’t think it has to be. I think if you embrace it, if you let it in and you do what it wants, I think it can free you. That’s what happened to me. I knew I was gonna get it, I think I wanted it in a way. It’s like I knew it would give me a new life, and it could do the same for you if you’ll only let it-” “I think you should leave.” Vincent stood up, his finger pointed toward the door. Dylan looked around the room. The other men avoided his gaze. “I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll go.” He walked out of the apartment, his cheeks burning. Tears sprang to his eyes as he descended the stairs. Why was he the only one who felt this way? Why didn’t they understand, why couldn’t they see? He had just left the building when he heard his name being called. “Dylan, wait!” The handsome black man from the meeting had followed him out of the meeting. He smiled at him, showing off a pearly white grin. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” As they sat in a diner down the street, both clutching mugs of shitty Folgers coffee, Dylan studied the man in front of him. His hair was natural and textured, with short locks that jutted out from every angle. He had a close-trimmed beard that enclosed two beautiful lips, lips that Dylan couldn’t help but stare at as he sipped his coffee. The man caught his gaze and smiled at him. “I’m Isaiah, by the way.” “Dylan.” Isaiah smirked. “I was pretty surprised to hear what you said back there, Dylan.” “Yeah, well, I shouldn’t have-” “It’s okay.” Isaiah raised his hands in a show of peace. “I thought it was really cool how you spoke your truth. And… I agree with you.” He raised an eyebrow. “You do?” Isaiah leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the table. “Yeah. I mean, I never really thought about it like that, but when I heard you say it… It was like it all made sense, you know?” Dylan sighed. “Well, I’m not so sure it’s a message people are willing to hear. And I wasn’t trying to offend anyone, I really wasn’t. I just feel like people have got this virus all wrong. Like, it’s not a curse from God, or whatever they’re saying, it’s-” “-a blessing.” Isaiah grinned, flashing those beautiful teeth. “Yeah. I know what you mean.” “How did you feel when you found out you were positive?” Isaiah leaned back, drumming his fingers against the table. “Uh… you know. Shock and all of that. I think I was a bit scared at first, to be honest. Then I got really horny. I wanted to fuck, but I felt guilty giving it to someone else. So I just sort of shoved it down.” Dylan nodded excitedly. “Exactly! That’s what I’m saying–imagine if we didn’t have to feel that kind of shame. Imagine if we could be honest and just say we wanna fuck. We like being poz, we like the way it feels. There’s nothing to fear anymore. I mean, how many people get that kind of freedom?” Isaiah smirked. “See, I know that, and you know that. But how exactly do we explain all that to the rest of the world?” Dylan sat back. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I guess maybe one person at a time.” Isaiah raised his eyebrows. “What, you want to start a group or something?” He shrugged. “Why not? They’ve got their support group. Why shouldn’t we have our own?” “A pro-AIDS support group?” “A group of people who are empowered by being poz. People who take pride in their status and laugh in the face of anyone who would dare shame them.” Isaiah laughed. “I gotta say, I like what you’re saying. Your energy, it’s… powerful.” He took another sip of his coffee and leaned back, stretching his arm across the booth. “So tell me–what are the rules for this little group? I mean, what are we all about?” “Well, first of all, I think there should be no shame whatsoever. That’s rule number one. And if we’re not ashamed of our status, then there should be no reason not to have sex. Sex is a gift and we should treat it that way. I think we should never turn down an opportunity to get or give loads.” “I guess that means condoms are out,” Isaiah said with a grin. “Absolutely. That’s rule number three.” “What about people who don’t have the virus? I mean, there’s gotta be some people like you who wanted it before they even had it.” Dylan nodded. “You’re right. I think we need to focus on more than just the people who are already poz. This thing is spreading, and spreading quickly. If more guys would just take control of their lives, get the virus on their terms, in their way… I think it would make all the difference.” “So we give the virus to anyone who asks for it?” said Isaiah. “Yes.” Isaiah took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “That’s pretty bold right there.” “I don’t care,” said Dylan. “Everyone should have the choice to get or give HIV if that’s what they want. As long as both parties are willing, I don’t see the problem with it. In fact… in a way, I think it’s probably the kindest thing you can do for someone.” Isaiah smiled. “I like that.” He took Dylan’s hand in his and rubbed it. Dylan felt a flutter in his chest. He’d never really felt this way around a guy before. Most men were like his father, who was disgusted by him, or like Ed, who just wanted to use him. Isaiah didn’t seem like either. “Do you wanna get out of here?” Isaiah asked with a twinkle in his eye. “I don’t think I can wait.” Dylan grinned mischievously. “Bathroom?” The second they locked the door behind them, they were off to the races. Those beautiful lips were all over Dylan’s neck, making his skin tingle as he ran his fingers through Isaiah’s gorgeous locks. His hands fiddled with Isaiah’s belt, desperate to wrap his fingers around the man’s cock. He reached into Isaiah’s jeans and grabbed his dick, warm and hard. Isaiah growled softly as he stroked it. “Take these off.” Isaiah dropped to his knees and began peeling off Dylan’s pants. He smiled when he saw the lacy fabric of Dylan’s thong. “Let me see that pretty pink hole.” He bent Dylan over the counter, one hand running over his back while the other squeezed his ass. He pried away the thong strap with his thumb to reveal Dylan’s hole, smooth and pink. “Fuck, boy. I gotta taste that.” Dylan moaned as he felt Isaiah’s tongue on his hole, the roughness of the man’s beard scratching his sensitive taint. He rested his face against the mirror, his fingers clawing at the glass as Isaiah ravaged his hole. “Please, I need your cock,” he whimpered, his body quivering. The next thing he knew, Isaiah had pulled him down onto his knees and that thick, beautiful cock was leaking in his face. “Put it in your mouth, baby.” He didn’t need to be asked twice. He slid his mouth over Isaiah’s foreskin, running his tongue along the underside of the man’s shaft. Isaiah moaned. “I want to do this with you.” He pushed his cock deeper inside Dylan’s mouth until his pubes scratched his nose. “I want a place where we can fuck freely. Where we can be who the virus makes us…” Isaiah face-fucked him slowly, holding him tightly as he slid in and out of Dylan’s throat. It felt amazing, pure and animalistic and passionate. It was different from sex with Ed, more honest. He wasn’t playing a part anymore. He was just offering himself to this man who thought the way he did, who saw the way gay sex was supposed to be. Dylan grabbed Isaiah’s ass, pushing the man deeper into himself. He was already imagining what it would look like, this group the two of them were birthing today. No more shame or self-hate. Only pleasure, raw and unapologetic. There would be dozens of men like them, some poz and ready to breed and others waiting for a chance to be unleashed. This fuck was only the beginning of so much more to come. Isaiah let out a guttural moan as he unloaded inside his throat. Dylan could feel the man’s cock throbbing as pumped his stomach full of beautiful, toxic cum. He pulled his own cock out of his thong and started stroking it, bringing himself to completion in seconds as he shot his own toxic load onto the tile. “Holy fuck,” Isaiah said breathlessly, his limp cock falling out of Dylan’s mouth. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” “I’m just getting started,” Dylan said with a wicked grin. They made plans to meet up at Isaiah’s apartment later that week to brainstorm about finding their first recruit. Isaiah lived in Chelsea, not far from where they’d met. Over the next couple of days, he found his thoughts consumed with Isaiah and their burgeoning group. He could see it now, a group of guys who could recharge each other and spread their seed the way God intended. Isaiah at his side, his right-hand man to guide men towards the light. When he approached the address Isaiah had given him, he was practically buzzing with excitement. A loud whistling sound coming from above caught his attention. He looked up to see an old man leering down at him from his balcony. “Shit, boy. You gotta lotta ass on that little frame.” The old man looked to be in his 70s, with greasy black hair, a large, wrinkled nose, and fat pink lips. He grinned lecherously. “You wanna come up for a little fun? I’m on the third floor, apartment 3C. Gimme ten minutes and I’ll make you squeal.” He scratched at a purple splotch on his neck. Dylan just smiled up at him and walked into the building. “I met your neighbor,” he said to Isaiah when he opened the door to his suite. “He’s charming.” “Oh jeez, sorry about him,” Isaiah said as he let him in. “He’s always ogling at guys on the sidewalk.” Dylan sat on the couch, slipping off his shoes and curling his legs underneath him. “What do you know about him?” “Not much. I always thought he was a bit of a creep, but part of me kind of respects his game. He wants to get his dick wet, no more, no less. He’d probably have more luck if he didn’t look like a walking STD factory.” “You think he’s poz?” Isaiah shrugged. “Probably. Don’t know how, though–no one I know would ever go near him, even before all this.” Dylan beamed. “He sounds perfect.” “Perfect for what?” “What do you think about him for our first recruit?” Isaiah raised an eyebrow. “You can’t be serious?” He nodded. “Absolutely. He’s exactly the kind of guy we’ve been looking for.” “I don’t know…” Isaiah frowned. “I was hoping for someone a little less… well, disgusting.” “Remember our motto–we get and give loads to anyone who wants them. The virus doesn’t discriminate and neither should we.” Isaiah thought for a moment. “Fair point. Okay, I’m in.” Dylan grabbed Isaiah’s hand and smiled. “Come on–let’s strike while the iron’s hot.” He held Isaiah’s hand as they walked up to the third floor. He could feel butterflies in his stomach again. Was he nervous about bringing in their newest member? Or was it the feeling of Isaiah’s hand in his? They stopped outside the door to 3C. “You sure about this?” asked Isaiah. He nodded, then knocked on the door. He heard the sound of footsteps, then a chain unlatching. The door opened to reveal the old man wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of striped boxer shorts. He scratched his pot belly and grinned. “Well well. Two for the price of one.” Dylan smiled sweetly. “Can we come in?” “Fuck yeah, you can come in. Right this way, sweetheart.” He stepped back to allow the two young men into his apartment. The air was stale and stifling like the windows had never been opened before. The man gestured to the couch, which seemed stained with some sort of bodily fluids. “Please, have a seat.” The old man seemed excited, almost like he couldn’t believe his luck. “I’m Gary.” “I’m Dylan, and this is Isaiah.” Dylan sat on the couch, wary of avoiding anything sticky. Isaiah stayed standing. “Can I get you anything to drink?” asked Gary. “Beer? Water?” “Hold the Rohypnol,” Isaiah muttered under his breath. Dylan shot him a look, then smiled at Gary. “Thank you, I’m fine.” The old man sat down on a recliner across from them and put his feet up. “So, what can I do for you two boys?” One of his hairy testicles fell out of the leg of his boxer shorts. He scratched it. Dylan cleared his throat. “Well, we actually have a proposal for you. You see-” “Aw, fuck. This isn’t one of them things where you try and get me to sell you my apartment, is it?” Gary sat up in his seat, his pot belly jiggling as he moved. “Cause I ain’t moving. I told the last guys, I’m staying here till I die. Don’t care how soon that is.” He scratched the purple lesion on his neck again. “So if that’s what you’re here for, you can go ahead and-” “It’s not, I promise.” Dylan looked at Isaiah. “We actually wanted to know if you’d be interested in joining a group that we’re thinking of starting.” Gary’s eyes narrowed. “Group, huh? What kind of group? Like a religious thing?” Isaiah laughed. “Kind of. In a way.” “It’s more of a… well, an HIV thing,” said Dylan. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but… you are poz, right?” Gary sighed. “Well, guess it ain’t no use hiding it. Yeah, I got the bug. A few years back, actually. Fucking shame, I used to get so much boypussy. Now I’m lucky just to get enough to get by.” Dylan nodded. “That’s why we came here, actually. You see, we’re both poz too.” Gary blinked in surprise. “Really? But you’re both so… healthy. Young. You look great.” Dylan smiled. “I don’t think being poz means you have to be old and decrepit. I mean, I know we’ll all go that way one day. But I think that being poz is just another part of life. It’s part of being gay, a right of passage we all go through towards sexual liberation. Whether you get it when you’re young or when you’re old, we’re all gonna get it eventually. There’s no use denying it or being afraid of it.” Gary studied him for a moment. “You’re not like most of the boys out there, are you? Most guys see me, they run in the opposite direction as fast as their legs can carry them. They don’t see the real me, the sex pistol I used to be. I could get a boy off with just one finger, and I did as often as I could. I made so many men cum it could fill the empire state building. It’s a fucking shame those days are behind me.” “What if it didn’t have to be?” Dylan’s eyes were shining. “What if your sexual prime was right now?” The old man laughed. “Now I know I still got the juice, but come on. What guy in his right mind would fuck me?” “I would,” said Dylan. Gary blinked. “Really? You’d let me fuck you?” He nodded. “Mm-hm.” “Without a condom?” Dylan laughed. “What’s the point of doing it at all if it isn't raw?” He stood. “That’s what I’m talking about. Raw, man-on-man sex. Dirty, unfiltered, impure.” He walked toward Gary, slipping his shoes off as he went. “Just two poz guys, sharing the gift with each other.” He ran his finger along Gary’s arm. He could see the old man’s dick poking out of the hole in his boxer shorts. “Does that sound like something you’d be interested in?” Gary swallowed, then nodded. Dylan pulled down his pants to reveal what he wore underneath: a bright red garter belt and matching stockings. He wore it without underwear, leaving his boythings completely exposed underneath. The old man gasped as Dylan climbed on top of his lap. His hands shook as they gripped Dylan’s waist, rubbing his hard cock against the boy’s hole. “Jesus,” he whispered as Dylan stripped off his shirt. “You’re beautiful.” Dylan reached through the hole in the old man’s boxer shorts and grabbed his cock. It was short and stubby, but thick enough to leave Dylan feeling nice and full. It sat in a giant tuft of thick, gray pubic hair like a snake waiting to strike. He aimed it at his hole and sat down slowly. “This is what I’m offering you,” he whispered into Gary’s ear. “A wet hole, anytime you want it. Men like us who just want to fuck and breed and spread their seed as far and wide as they can.” He slowly bounced up and down on Gary’s cock, feeling his hole spread open by the man’s thickness. His hands rested on the man’s thick belly, steadying himself as he worked Gary’s cock with his pussy. The old man stared up at him in awe, his eyes glazed over as he enjoyed the wetness of his insides. Isaiah stood off to the side, his cock in his hand as he played the voyeur. “Come here.” He held his hand out to Isaiah. As Isaiah approached, he took the man’s cock into his mouth and sucked on it hungrily. The sounds of both men groaning were like music to his ears. He squeezed Gary’s cock with his hole as he swirled his tongue around Isaiah’s cock, desperate to give these two poz men the relief they so badly deserved. “Oh fuck,” said Gary. He grabbed Dylan’s waist and slammed him down on his cock. “Take my poz load, boy. Take daddy’s load!” He grunted loudly as he expelled his charged cum inside Dylan’s rectum. Dylan felt the old man’s hands squeezing his tits as his body shook with pleasure. Soon the sound of Isaiah’s groaning joined the sounds from the old man as he tasted Isaiah’s sweet seed on his tongue. Fully recharged, he slid off of Gary’s lap, careful to keep the old man’s gift safely inside him. Gary lay on the recliner, breathing heavily as his limp cock still poked out of his boxers. “Holy fuck,” he wheezed. “That was incredible.” He grinned lecherously at Isaiah. “I’m spent now, but I can’t wait for a chance with this one.” He stroked his limp cock, sniffed his fingers, then licked off some of Dylan’s ass juices. Isaiah grimaced. “You join our group, you can have it anytime you want. Me…” Dylan nodded at Isaiah, “...him, anyone else who joins the poz brotherhood.” Gary beamed. “I’m in!” From that day on, it was the three of them against the world. Gary was a ravenous new recruit, eager to spread the word and seed as far as he could. They met in Isaiah’s apartment, mostly because Isaiah refused to set foot in Gary’s den of bodily fluids again. “You’re looking for new members, I got the perfect guy–an old friend from my days in the army,” Gary said excitedly at their first meeting. “We used to hook up every now and then on the down-low. Course, it was hard hiding it from his wife when he got the bug. She left him, took everything and ruined his life. Last I heard he was trawling for dick in Harlem. I’ll see if I can track him down!” Dylan nodded. “Sounds good. While you’re doing that, I want Isaiah to start looking into some apartment spaces in the area. We’ll need a place to meet on the regular.” Isaiah frowned. “How exactly are we gonna afford that? You got some kinda fortune I don’t know about?” Dylan felt Ed’s credit cards burning a hole in his pocket. He smiled. “Don’t worry about it. Now while you’re doing that, I’ve got a little project of my own to work on.” “You sure you don’t want my help?” asked Isaiah. He squeezed Dylan’s hand, winking at him. “I think we make a pretty good team.” Dylan kissed him on the cheek. “I’m sure. I need to do this on my own.” He waited outside the apartment building, his face hidden behind a large pair of Carrera sunglasses he’d bought on Ed’s dime the week before. He was careful to stay out of sight, lest he be recognized by one of the attendees, or, God forbid, the host. Finally, after about an hour, he saw who he was looking for. The sickly ginger man from the meeting looked paler than ever as he left the apartment. Despite the sun shining and the lack of chill, he wore a big coat, which he wrapped around himself as he walked down the sidewalk. Dylan followed behind him, waiting until they were safely away from the meeting to make his approach. A couple of blocks later the ginger man was stopped at a red light waiting to cross. Dylan walked up beside him and put his hand on his arm. “Excuse me,” he said. “Don’t I know you?” The guy’s face turned even paler when he saw him. “Oh… what are you doing here?” “It’s Ryan, right?” Ryan looked nervously at the light. “I should probably be going-” “Wait,” said Dylan. “I just wanna talk. Could we go for a walk?” Ryan looked at him warily for a moment, then nodded. They walked around City Hall Park for a bit, the ginger man shivering even in the sun. “How are things with your partner?” asked Dylan. Ryan shrugged. “The same. He still won’t touch me.” He frowned. “I’m sorry. That really sucks.” Ryan laughed. “Yeah, well, we can’t all be as free as you. What was it, ‘free from all of society’s bullshit expectations?’” He coughed into his arm, causing a nearby woman to lean away from him. “Look, I’m not here to preach at you,” said Dylan. “I just want to ask you something.” He stopped walking. “Do you feel like your life would be better if you didn’t have to feel ashamed of who you were?” Ryan sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t see what difference it makes. I’m dying either way.” “But you’re not dead yet.” He grabbed Ryan’s hand. “That’s what I’m saying. You are a beautiful, drop-dead-sexy man. Your boyfriend should be fighting other guys off with a stick, not shaming you and refusing to sleep in the same bed as you.” “What does it matter? I can’t change him. He only sees me for this disease. He’s afraid of it.” “I’m not,” said Dylan. “And there are other guys like me, guys who aren’t afraid of the bug. Who accept it head-on? Don’t you want to be a part of something that accepts you for who you are? Fuck it, who more than accepts your disease, but actually celebrates it?” Ryan shook his head. His eyes were wet. “That’s just a fantasy. It’s not real.” “It is real.” Dylan held out his hand. “Join us. There are just a few of us right now, but I promise you, we will build a safe place where you’ll get all the love and sex you need. Where you can breed and be bred to your heart’s content.” Ryan looked at him, his lip trembling. “I don’t believe you.” Dylan touched Ryan’s lips with his fingers, then kissed him softly. He felt the man melt into his arms, going so weak he had to hold him up. They kissed deeply, tongues fighting as they swapped saliva. When Dylan broke the kiss, Ryan was staring up at him in wonder. He smiled. “Come with me.” He took him into the men’s room at City Hall, guiding him into one of the stalls at the end. He pulled off the man’s coat, revealing his thin, wasted frame underneath. Ryan instinctively covered himself with his arms in shame. Dylan grabbed his arms and pulled them away. “Don’t.” He kissed Ryan. “You’re so beautiful.” He pulled off the man’s shirt, revealing his pale, veiny torso and abs. He traced his skin with his fingertips, kissing down the man’s chest as he got on his knees. He unbuckled Ryan’s belt, then slid the man’s pants down over his cock. It was the most lively thing about him, long and thick underneath a bright red patch of fiery hair. “Jesus,” whispered Dylan. “You should have never put this thing away.” He took the head into his mouth, causing Ryan to cry out in joy. He sucked the man’s death stick, eager to work him up to full mast so he could receive his gift. When Ryan was fully hard, he stood up and bent over, gripping the top of the stall as he offered Ryan his hole. “Take me,” he moaned. “Give me your poz load.” With trembling fingers, Ryan lowered his pants, then peeled off his lace panties to gain access to his hole. His fingers were hard and boney as they opened him up, but he soon felt the warmth of the man’s knob easing its way into him. He relished the sound of Ryan’s moans, joyful at the knowledge that his pussy could resurrect this dying man. He felt Ryan’s lips against his neck as the man buried his cock up to the hilt inside of him. “Oh God…” moaned Ryan. “I never thought I’d feel this again.” Dylan turned his head to look into Ryan’s eyes. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “Show me what you were made for.” Ryan grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He withdrew his cock almost all the way, then slammed it back inside. “Fuck, that pussy,” he moaned. He kept a tight grip on Dylan’s curls as he reamed the boy’s ass, filling the bathroom with the sound of flesh on flesh. The two men grunted together, loud and animalistic. Nothing else mattered now–not the rules of society, not the fear of getting caught. They were two men doing what they were put on earth to do: fucking each other’s brains out. Dylan could feel the ginger man getting more energized with every thrust. His cold skin became warmer as he worked himself up to his orgasm, his death stick preparing to fire for the first time in ages. His boney fingers dug into Dylan’s ass cheeks as he heaved one, two, three times before collapsing onto the boy’s back. Soon Dylan felt that sweet, familiar feeling of warmth spread through him as he took Ryan’s gift inside him. Then he felt Ryan shaking on top of him. It took him a moment, but he soon realized the man was crying. “Hey.” He turned around and took the ginger man into his arms. Ryan looked up at him with tears in his eyes. “I didn’t think I could ever have that again.” Dylan wiped away his tears. “There’s so much more, Ryan. Will you let me show you?” Ryan nodded, and Dylan knew the man was his. He smiled. “Then there’s something I want you to do for me.” With Ryan on his side, Dylan’s little group started growing faster than ever. Gary brought in several of his old fuckbuddies, some of them newly poz and others in the advanced stages of AIDS, but all of them horny and eager to fuck with abandon. Isaiah found a spacious little two-bedroom apartment for rent in the same apartment building as the HIV support group, which quickly became the headquarters of their new poz brotherhood. But the real secret weapon was Ryan. His experience with Dylan had been a spiritual awakening, breathing new life into him and changing him from the inside out. He was no longer sickly and defeated, but strong and full of vitality. It was something like a miracle, and it was one Dylan used to his full advantage. He started small–getting Ryan to approach one or two of the more jaded members of Vincent’s little group and broach the topic of a new way of life. Seeing Ryan’s transformation and lured by the notion of carefree sex, the men were easily swayed into jumping ship. Soon the group was hemorrhaging members as they defected one by one to join the poz brotherhood. By spring, Dylan had gained over a dozen followers. They held weekly meetings on Saturday nights, where they would meet at the new apartment and recharge each other during lust-filled orgies. Dylan made sure to receive each man’s seed at least once, knowing that his pussy had become something of a prized commodity among the men. Then, once everyone had given and gotten at least one load, they would discuss their plans for expanding the brotherhood. “We need fresh blood,” said Gary one evening in early April. “We can always go to hospitals and try to find guys with HIV,” said Isaiah. Gary scoffed. “No, I don’t mean men who are already poz. I mean neg guys.” He turned to Dylan. “You promised us we’d get to spread our seed. But all we’ve done is recharge a bunch of guys who already have the bug.” The men began to argue amongst themselves. Dylan raised his hand to quiet them. “The more poz men we bring over to our way of life, the more we’ll attract neg guys who want what we have. All we have to do is wait. And whoever does want to be pozzed will get to take seed from all of us. We’ll all share in the conversion.” “I say we go to the public toilets in Central Park and just start pozzing guys,” said Gary. He grinned. “Once they’re infected they’ll start to see our way of thinking.” Dylan shook his head. “No. Absolutely not.” “I thought HIV was supposed to be a gift? Why are we holding back?” “It is a gift, but receiving that gift should be a choice,” said Dylan. “It’s something every man should be able to decide for himself.” “I didn’t get to decide,” said Ryan. He stood, addressing the other men. “I didn’t choose to be this way. But even so, I’m glad I have the disease now.” He smiled at Dylan. “You showed me the light. I think it's only fair we do the same for others.” Dylan banged on the table with his fist. “Enough. I don’t want to hear any more talk about stealthing neg guys. This is not who we are. If you wanna be in the poz brotherhood, you follow our rules.” “What about him, huh?” Gary nodded at Isaiah. Dylan frowned. “What about him?” Gary pointed at him accusingly. “He’s not following our rules. Whatever happened to ‘give and get loads from whoever wants it?’ I’ve been in the group for months and he still won’t give me a shot at his ass.” “Just because I wanna fuck doesn’t mean I wanna fuck you, Gary,” said Isaiah. “Now that you mention it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get fucked,” said Ryan. “You only ever let us suck your dick. And you never return the favor.” There was a murmur throughout the room. Isaiah stood. “What are you trying to say?” he asked angrily. “You think I’m a fake?” “I think you’re lying,” said Gary. “I don’t think you got the bug at all.” Isaiah laughed in disbelief. “That’s ridiculous. Of course I do.” He looked at Ryan. “You know me, man. Tell them.” Ryan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Well, I know we were in Vincent’s group together, but I never really heard you share about being poz. You mostly just listened.” “Like a voyeur,” said Gary. “He’s getting off on us but he don’t have the bug himself. He’s a fucking interloper!” “That’s enough,” said Dylan. “I know Isaiah. He started this group with me. I would know if he was a liar.” But he knew the truth from the way Isaiah avoided his gaze. He’d suspected it for a while now, though he’d hoped he was wrong. Hoped there was some other explanation for the distance that had grown between the two of them. Some other reason why every man had filled his pussy except the one man he wanted the most. “You guys are crazy,” said Isaiah. He got up and headed toward the door. “I’m out of here.” Gary put his hand up to stop him. “Not until you take one of our loads in your ass.” He smiled menacingly. “It’s the only way to be sure.” “Man, fuck you-” There was a knock at the door. The men looked at each other in confusion. “Who the hell is that?” asked Gary. “No idea,” said Dylan. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.” He walked over to the door and opened it to reveal Vincent, his face twisted in anger. “Vincent? What are you doing here?” The Asian man looked around the room, shooting dirty looks at the members of his now-extinct HIV support group. “I thought I might find you all here. I heard whispers of some perverted sex cult but I’d hoped it wasn’t true.” He glared at Dylan. “Well, I hope you’re happy. You’ve ruined any chance these men had of finding inner peace. Whore.” Isaiah went to speak but Dylan stopped him. “Hello, Vincent. I’m glad you stopped by. I was hoping you might get a chance to see us for yourself.” Vincent laughed scornfully. “Oh, I see it. What a great group you have here. A bunch of perverts who disgrace the dignity of people with AIDS.” Dylan shook his head. “No, Vincent. You’re the one that disgraces their dignity. Teaching them to be ashamed of themselves when all they want is the freedom to live their lives honestly.” “I never said they should be ashamed.” “But you did,” said Dylan. “You spin this web about how HIV is a death sentence, how these men are sick and dying. But I look around and all I see is life.” “You know what I think?” Ryan walked up to Vincent and shoved his finger in his chest. “I think you’re jealous.” “Hah… N-no,” Vincent stuttered. Ryan put his face in his, looking him up and down. “I know you, Vincent. And I know you’re terrified of sex. I think you look at us and you wish you could fuck the way we can. Tell me I’m wrong.” Vincent swallowed. “You’re wrong.” “So you don’t want this?” Ryan grabbed Vincent’s cock. “You don’t want to feel what it’s like to take a man’s cock raw, the way God intended? You don’t want to feel my cock sliding inside you, lubing you up with my cum as I go a second round?” Vincent was shaking where he stood. The men started to close in on him, their eyes glinting with hunger. “Of course not. I would never have sex without a condom. That would be incredibly dangerous to my health.” “Isn’t that what makes it so fucking fun?” said Gary. The old man burst into laughter, causing the rest of the men to laugh with him. “I… I don’t-” “No more talking.” Gary grabbed Vincent’s shirt and began pulling it over his head. “Time for fucking.” “What are you doing?” asked Vincent as Ryan began unbuttoning his pants. “You can’t… it’s not safe.” His eyes went wide as Ryan pulled his pants down to his ankles, revealing his fully erect cock poking out of his boxer briefs. “Looks like he’s ours, boys!” yelled Gary. The men descended on Vincent, stripping off the rest of his clothes as he cried out in a mix of fear and ecstasy. Soon he was on all fours, his mouth full of Gary’s cock while Ryan ripped open the back of his boxer briefs. He yelped when Ryan shoved himself inside him, causing the rest of the men to break out in cheer. “Poz that hole!” “Give it to him good!” “Infect him!” Dylan watched from the sidelines, a smile of satisfaction on his face as his final holdout gave himself over to their depravity. “Looks like you were right,” said Isaiah. He stood next to Dylan, watching Vincent’s deflowering unfold. “All we had to do was wait.” “You don’t want a turn on him?” asked Dylan. “A chance to infect the new guy?” Isaiah said nothing. Dylan sighed. “It’s true, then, isn’t it? You’re neg?” Isaiah took a deep breath. “Come with me. I want to explain.” He took him into the bedroom, away from the grunts and cries of satisfaction. He shut the door behind them, then slid down to his knees, burying his head in his hands. Dylan put his arms around him. “It’s all right, Isaiah. You don’t have to explain.” Isaiah looked up at him, tears in his eyes. “You don’t understand… I want to convert, I really do. I’m just… I’m just scared. I don’t want to be sick. I don’t want to die.” He covered his face with his hands and cried. “I’m a coward,” he sobbed. Dylan hugged him. “Oh, Isaiah.” He rubbed his back gently. “It’s okay. I understand why you’re afraid. There’s a lot of people out there telling us to be scared, that there’s no hope. But I’m telling you, there is.” He lifted Isaiah’s head. “Those men out there. Do they look sick to you? Are they dying?” Isaiah shook his head. “That’s because they’re free. They don’t feel ashamed to be who they are anymore. You don’t have to feel ashamed, either. If you take that plunge, if you accept the gift… you’ll be more alive than you’ve ever been. You’ve seen it happen to Ryan. Those men can give you that gift.” Isaiah looked at him sadly. “But… I don’t want it that way. I don’t want to be pozzed by all of them. I just want you.” “What do you mean?” He took Dylan’s hand and held it to his chest. “I don’t want to share this disease with anyone else. I want to know who gave it to me. I want that person to be you.” Dylan looked at him with wide eyes. “Why me?” “You made me see the world through a whole new light. I spent weeks going to that group because I was scared of the inevitable. I guess… I was trying to prepare myself for what my life would be like when I got the virus. But all I saw was sickness and sadness… until you.” He leaned his forehead against Dylan’s. “I don’t want the virus because I think I need it or because I want to get it over with. I want it because it’ll make me like you. I want it to be ours.” Dylan kissed him gently. “I want that too.” He stood and pulled Isaiah to his feet. “Will you let me share my gift with you?” Isaiah nodded. He kissed him hungrily, holding nothing back this time. Suddenly, the door burst open as Gary walked in, his cock rock hard and dripping as he held a panting Vincent by the back of the neck. “Figured we’d give our little pup a change of scenery,” Gary said with a grin. He threw Vincent on the bed, then climbed on top of him, dwarfing the man with his chubby frame. Vincent moaned as the old man plunged into his hole and started humping away. Dylan laughed. “Come on. I’ll take you to my place.” He kissed Isaiah on the cheek. “Besides, there’s something I want to show you.” They took a cab to his apartment on the Upper West Side. He held Isaiah’s hand the whole drive over, his stomach full of butterflies for what was about to come. When they walked through the door, Isaiah whistled. “Damn. How’d you swing a place like this?” Dylan just smiled and kissed him. He grabbed Isaiah’s hand and pulled him into the bedroom. Isaiah gasped when he saw what was in Dylan’s bed. Ed lay there in his pajamas, practically skin and bones. His eyes were vacant and hollow, and he wheezed slowly with every breath. “Who is this?” Isaiah asked in disbelief. Dylan sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Ed’s hand. “This is my daddy.” Isaiah watched him nervously. Dylan brushed Ed’s cheek with his hand. “He’s the person who gave me life. But even though he gave it to me, he couldn’t accept it for himself.” “He… he’s dying of AIDS?” Dylan nodded. “It didn’t have to be that way. He could have accepted the gift, but he chose to live in denial. He chose to let the shame and guilt eat away at him.” He stood. “I won’t lie to you. If you take the gift, this could be your future. You could let the shame win and eat you from the inside out.” He grabbed Isaiah’s hand. “Or you could let it make you new again. Make you like me.” He intertwined his fingers with Isaiah’s hand, staring up at him with wide eyes. “What’ll it be?” Isaiah put his hand behind his head and kissed him. Dylan fell into the kiss, allowing Isaiah to pull off his clothes as Ed wheezed behind them. They disrobed completely until they were both beautifully, fully naked. “I want you to take me,” said Isaiah. He climbed on the bed, his stomach resting against Ed’s wasted legs as he presented his ass to Dylan. “Take me in your daddy’s bed.” Dylan smiled, his heart swelling with love. He spit on his hand, smearing his cock with saliva before plunging into Isaiah’s hole in one fell swoop. To Isaiah’s credit, he didn’t scream or make any noise of pain, although it had to have been painful. Dylan knew that the more torn up Isaiah was inside, the faster he would receive his gift. He made love to him, quickly but tenderly, until his cock was sliding back and forth unencumbered. He could see a bit of blood on his cock as he pounded Isaiah’s hole, knowing that this would only speed the process of conversion. He leaned over Isaiah’s back, pushing him into the bed and onto Ed. “I love you,” he whispered in his ear. “I love you so much, Isaiah.” He could feel the pressure in his balls rising as his breathing grew shallow. He’d never felt anything like this before, knowing that his DNA would mix with Isaiah’s, binding the two men together. They would be forever linked, joined in the lineage of all the heroes who came before them. Then in a moment of blinding pleasure, he felt that sweet, blessed release. “Take my seed!” he shouted, burying his cock in Isaiah’s hole. “Take my gift,” he panted, collapsing against Isaiah’s back. He lay there for several seconds, the room filled with the sound of the two men panting and Ed wheezing. Nothing had ever felt so right, being linked with his creator and the man he had created. They lay there for a while, still joined together as his seed took root deep inside of the man he loved. Finally, Isaiah rolled over underneath him, letting his cock fall out of his freshly seeded hole. He stared at him with tears in his eyes. “I love you too.”

I wanT, no, I *NEED* to be raped like daddy was!

Great story. You need to keep this one going.

Please see it through to the end, very hot story.

As a young street hustler - ugly men would pay more to do more raunch As a sub I found ugly men often had the biggest cocks - biggest loads or did the most disgusting things (which is what I wanted) As a top now - I test all my boys by making them suck or bend over for homeless and the ugliest fattest men as long as they have cocks lol

For me it is implied.when a guy fucks me bareback I assume he will cum in my ass. Actually that is the only way for me. Never pull out

Dr Mike – biohazard and healer - Part 3 – Does the venom take? And the Second Treatment Program (Hank returns, Joseph the married man, and Charles – the monster Horse Dick) For the next several days after my first treatment with Dr Mike, I was racked with guilt, shame, and fear. Fear most of all as I thought about what he said he had given me, and his last words kept repeating themselves over and over in my head like an awful obsession, “…remember this well – I will infect you over and over until your guts are as toxic as they can be. Your ass and mouth will take my disease and every toxic bug I can give you – be proud as I WILL make your ass a biohazard.” Yet, reliving my treatment in my mind I would find my dick getting hard and my hand stroking myself as I replayed the visit to Dr Mike’s office over and over in my head like a little movie. I even thought about it when Nathan fucked me the next time and shot my load when he started to cum and said he was breeding me. Just the words – the thought – I needed that now I guess. Every day I woke up wondering if I was going to be sick, and with every little ache or pain I started to imagine the worst. But, I did not get sick and part of me was concerned as I wanted to please Dr Mike and did not want to disappoint him. Between fantasizing about Dr Mike and my treatment, and worrying about getting sick, then worrying because I wasn’t, Nathan could tell something was up and kept bugging. “Come on, I know Dr Mike must have fucked you, right? He likes to fuck bottom so they say. Look, I know he at least sucks dick, he has sucked mine, so come on, tell me what happened? You just don’t go when the office is closed for nothing.” Nathan kept saying over and over. “I told you,” I said, “I must not be Dr Mike’s type if that shit goes on, or whatever. I don’t know, I just know all he did was talk to me about my check up results and there was some problem with my insurance, so I had to go in to get the paperwork redone that day or they would not pay my bill. That’s it man.” As I approached two weeks since my treatment, the thought of Dr Mike fucking me, taking Big Ben’s load, and just wanting more, overcame any fear I had and I knew I could not wait to see what Dr Mike had planned next for my treatment program. I got home from work on a Wednesday and there was a message from Dr Mike on my answering machine. “Hello, this is Dr Mike. I am calling to follow-up on your last office visit, so please give me a call at the number provided at your earliest opportunity.” My dick immediately got hard just hearing his voice and my ass began to ache. I grabbed a beer, got up the nerve to call him back, and as the phone hit ring number five I figured I had missed him. “Hello? Yes? Hello, hang on…. – yes, hello?” he said. “Hi Dr Mike, I got your message, and you asked me to call, so…” “Umm, yes, now who is this? Oh right, Nathan’s friend, one moment…….OK, good, I had to close the door, now let me grab my file….oh yes, right, (as he chuckled), I had expected to see you back in my office by now, so tell me, how are you feeling?” Dr Mike asked. “I’m fine I guess,” I said, “Same old same old.” “No changes? No symptoms? Headaches, body aches, breakouts in your mouth, ass, anything? NO? Damn – hmmm, now that is unfortunate,” Dr Mike said with disappointment clearly showing in his voice. “Will you be home for a bit? Plans this evening? No? Right. I will call you back shortly. Answer the phone within three rings, you understand,” and then Dr Mike hung up. I suddenly felt a pang of fear again, but also wanted him to fuck me again, so I waited. It was about 20 minutes before the phone rang, and when I answered, I heard Dr. Mike’s voice, “OK, so, I think we need to take your treatment program to the next level. I already asked you if you would take whatever treatment I provided, and so you will, with no questions. Right? Of course. I thought your body may be ready and willing to take my virus and more, but it may be you will be more difficult than I had planned. I like a challenge and do not often find one, so you will serve me well in this won’t you? I cannot hear you?” “Yes Dr, I will,” I said, as my heart was beating faster. “Now, let’s see, today is Wednesday, plan to be here Saturday at 3:00 PM. I think we will need a little discretion for this treatment, and do not make any plans for the rest of the evening. What were the rules I gave you?” Dr Mike asked. “Umm… to obey and service you, to agree to whatever treatment you say as you are the Dr and know best, and ummm…” I said as I suddenly felt tongue tied. Dr Mike cut me off, “and that you WILL NOT come here with cum in your ass unless I say – right? Make up whatever excuses you must, but you will not be fucked again after tonight until Saturday. Trust me, if all works as planned, Saturday you will take more toxic cum, venom, and poisoned fluids and will be filled. Is that what you want?” “Yes, please Dr, I want anything you give me, I promise I will do as you ask, just please please fuck me,” the desire showing in my voice. “Good. EXACTLY what I wanted to hear. Now however, back to the business at hand. Remember Hank? Of course you do, you sucked his nasty herpes dick in the bathroom. Well Hank had called me yesterday to let me know he was having a flare up. His sores on his dick are puffed up, leaking, some have scabs, but either way, he is highly infectious right now. As it appears his cum did nothing the first round, I have ordered Hank to stop by and pay you a visit.” Stop by? What was he talking about? Oh shit, no. “Hank will be at your apartment at 6:00 PM, now you will do what I say, Yes? Yes. I want you to lick Hank’s dick shaft all over, rub his dick head around the insides of your mouth, let him fuck your mouth and cum in it if he wants to. Poor Hank has not cum in days, so I expect you will be gagging on that load,” Dr Mike said as he gave an evil chuckle, “But there is more. Hank WILL kiss you and fuck you. You will do whatever Hank wants, but I have ordered him to make sure to cum in your ass as well. I want that Herpes covered and filled dick in every one of your holes as this time it WILL take. Now, Saturday, DO NOT be late.” With that, Dr Mike hung up and as I was left standing in the apartment with a raging hard dick, realizing I had about 10 minutes until Hank got there. Well Hank showed up less than two minutes later, so I buzzed him in. When Hank walked into the apartment he seemed thinner and more sickly looking then the time I saw him in the bathroom. Maybe it was just the brighter lights, I don’t know. His hair seemed longer, his scar on his face more pronounced, but there was no mistaking the bulge in his pants when he took his jacket off. I could not really tell his age, maybe mid-30s, but like a blood hound I was immediately focusing on his dick. “Whatcha you got to drink?” Hank asked in a heavy southern drawl. “Any smokes? Ah thanks, yeah those will do, prefer Marlboro, but hell, anythings better than nothing, you hear me? Now how about that drink? Yeah rums good, lots of rum, little bit of coke, was at the house getting ready to go out when the good Doc called, Think about that, what timing. Just talked with him yesterday, said he got a way to help me out here tonight. Doc always hooks me up. Whew, don’t I need to cum.” Hank barely took a breath as he spoke. “So really appreciate this man, Doc told me what I could do, you know him, rules this rules that – ha ha – but cool man, cool, whatever. So just between us you know, he has treated me too, fucking Docs a freak – ha ha – but good man – good. HMMM, damn good rum, that’s what’s killing me you know – the drink. Ain’t that AIDs shit, although that has fucked me up good too, just drink too damn much, and I say what the fuck. What THE FUCK! You know. OK, now let’s see what DOC said, oh yeah, make you suck me off. I like that, you suck really well, shot a huge wad in the bathroom. Yeah man I remember, shit, don’t forget good head like that,” Hank said as he dropped his pants while he stood in the middle of my living room with his rum in one hand and cigarette in the other. I knelt down and looked at his dick and gently touch it and moved it around. It was long and curved to the left like I remembered, but this time was really covered with bumps, and little open sores, some with scabs on them, up and down his shaft. Fuck that, no way I could suck it. I started to pull back, when Hank said, “Yeah man, and like the Doc says, do as he says, you know, or else? Now suck me.” So I started to lick his shaft, feeling the bumps and breakouts with my tongue, then when I felt like I could not take it, stuck as much in my throat as I could and started sucking. Hank began to moan, “Oh yeah boy, that’s good, just like that, fuck yeah – oh I need to cum, got a couple loads, always cum a lot you know? Ha ha yeah you do – got some more boy – got a big thick load.” I sucked Hank for a couple minutes, realizing some of the scabs that had been on his dick were now coming off into my mouth, but I just swallowed and kept on sucking. “Oh– yeah – here it comes, of yeah suck me suck me,” Hank said as he shot his first load. I swallowed as fast as I could and could not keep up. Not only was I gagging from the taste and the thought, but he shot more than anyone I ever met. That was amazing, so I focused on that, got hard, and just kept swallowing. “Good boy, yeah needed that,” Hank said. He sat in the easy chair, lit up another cigarette and asked for a another rum with a splash of coke. The guy chain smoked and within a short time had smoked three more cigarettes, but his dick was hard, so he stood up, got out of his clothes, finished up his last cigarette, and said, “Come on, I want to fuck now. You got a movie or something? Guys fucking? Yeah put it in. Yeah that’s good, like that, come on, bend over.” As I bent over in front of Hank he rammed a finger inside my ass and started digging and scraping. “Doc said you need to be bloodied up first you know? Now hang on, stay still, yeah, he said just spit, I like that, I like that a lot, now bend back over, come one now.” With that Hank started to push his dick in my ass. It hurt like hell as he dry fucked, and I was surprised when he did not last long at all. He came almost right away he said, and I was not sure as I felt nothing, but said OK, thanks, and Hank washed up and left. I went to the bathroom, dropped his load and ass juice in the toilet, brushed my teeth, used mouthwash, and took a shower. I could smell Hank on me and unlike the smell of Dr Mike, this smell disgusted me and I wanted it off. The smell of Hank lingered for the next few days and I kept telling myself there was no way I was going to go see Dr Mike, but I knew better. I had to make excuses to Nathan and told him was just busy with work and would catch him later. Come Saturday, I cleaned out and up, and was walking up to Dr Mike’s building by 2:40. I knew I was early, so sat at a bus stop for about 15 minutes, and then went into his office building. As during my last visit, the old building was quiet, but this time, almost all the lights were out and every office was closed. I had to sign in with a security guard who looked to be 25, and who was half asleep and he did not seem bother at all that someone was coming to see a doctor on a Saturday. How much did he know? I knocked on Dr Mike’s office door and he must have been waiting as the door opened right up. Dr Mike glanced at his watch, then to me, “2:58, EXCELLENT, right on time, come in.” As I stepped in I could smell him, and just being close to him I wanted him to touch me and my dick started to get hard. Damn! I followed Dr Mike back to his office, and he pointed to the floor, and I kneeled. “So far, your treatment has not taken. That is very disappointing, so I will adjust your regiment accordingly. Now, I am a little behind schedule – well at least what I hoped to be today – but none the less – first I have someone I want you to take care. His is not HIV + YET - I know I know, not my usual plan, and quite frankly while you may not understand you will later. For now, here is what you need to know. Joseph is married, in his 30s, lawyer, white, very handsome, very very conserative, nice dick and all of that. Well he found himself at the bookstore over on H Street one night after drinks after work, said he thought he was being sucked off by some guy through a gloryhole, but maybe he fucked him too, could not be sure. Well the result is poor Joseph now has warts on his dick [evil chuckle] and has come to me for help.” Dr Mike continued, “I told Joseph this is a simple thing and one I can easily fix for him, but more importantly, he should not feel ashamed and should not worry about never having sex again and to prove it, I will show him, that there are always mouths and nice asses ready and waiting. You ready?” I nodded yes and said, “Yes Sir,” Dr Mike smiled broadly and I knew I had pleased him. He motioned for me to follow, and he led me into the same exam room I was in before. “Kneel,” Dr Mike said, “Now Joseph is married as I said and still shy, so you will put this on. Have you worn a blindfold before? No? Well, hmmm…. This will be a start for you as with me, you will wear most of today while you are with me, understand? Yes, good. Now do not move. When he comes in, you work that cum out good.” My knees started hurting, but I stayed kneeling on the linoleum floor and soon heard the door open. I could hear someone breathing really heavily and the rustling of clothing, a zipper being unzipped, so I opened my mouth and waited. Soon I felt the flesh of a warm dick against my lips and I tilted my head to open further and suck it in. It was maybe eight inches, average thickness, but it did feel strange. It was all bumpy, so those must be the warts Dr Mike talked about. I licked the shaft, sucked the head, and put the whole dick in my mouth and sucked him hard. After a few minutes he tugged at my arm, so I stood up, felt for the table behind me, and bent over. I heard him quirt some lube, then he pushed against my ass, his dick popped in, and after a few minutes he shot his load, which was sort of watery and filmy, like mucus almost, and started running right out. Yuck. Anyways, he pulled out, I heard his zipper close, the door open and close, and I was alone again. I got back onto the floor, my legs were really cramping up, but I stayed kneeling and waited for Dr Mike. I then heard the door open again, and soon felt the heavy weight of a much bigger dick against my mouth. I opened as wide as I could – but nothing. I waited and waited – nothing. I was not sure what to do. “Stand up,” Dr Mike said. So I did, and he took my arm and pulled me forward as I still had the blindfold on. We went down the hall and around a corner into another room. As Dr Mike led me, the floor changed from linoleum to tile as it was much colder, and Dr Mike said, “Get your clothes off. Don’t worry about folding them, just drop them and kneel when you are done.” So I stripped, dropped by clothes, and heard Dr Mike pick them up and move them away. He then said, “Kneel.” So I did and I felt the weight of his dick against my mouth again. I opened my mouth and waited. “Have you ever tasted the warm nectar of a man’s piss? Hm? No? Well that is part of your treatment today. You will learn to accept all fluids offered, spit, cum, piss, and more, so now open your mouth wider. I then heard the sound of liquid streaming into a plastic cup, ringing loudly and echoing as it hit the plastic sides. “Now,” Dr Mike said, “I want you to take a sip from this cup, just a small one, hold it in your mouth and don’t swallow. This is my piss, but warm nectar for you. While many say piss is a sterile liquid, I believe there is transmission that occurs under the right conditions. Be that as it may, your job is to serve me as I wish, and want you to taste all of me, take all of me, feel all of me, be infected by me. Now drink more.” His piss was so warm, and tasted worse than Hank’s herpes riddled dick and cum, but I swallowed it all as he poured it into my mouth. “Get up,” Dr Hank said when the cup was empty, so I stood up, wiped my mouth off, and Dr Mike slapped my hand away from my face. “Did I tell you to do that? No. I did not. Remember, you do as I say, only as I say, now come,” as he led me out of the room. “Now take the blindfold off,” Dr Mike said and I saw we were back in his office. “Kneel, we have only just begun for today’s treatment. Do you want me to tell you what I have planned? Yes? No, I think I will wait. But what do want? What do you want,” Dr Mike asked again with a stern look on his face and his eyes bored into mine. “Please, I wanted to obey and serve you, please fuck me, I want your toxic cum, I want you venom juice, I want your AIDs!” I said, then realizing what I had just asked for. Dr Mike smile broadly, “Yes boy, you will get all of that and more. Like I said, most patients do not get past the first treatment, but you have. I am proud of your progress so far. Hank told me you served him as I required, that is good. Very good. Now let me look at your mouth. Yes, yes excellent! I see some sores forming on your gums, excellentt! I do believe Hank did his job and your mouth is now a herpes hole, which maybe just provided a nice gift for Joseph, here, suck me good with that dirty mouth.” With that, Dr Mike shoved his cock into my mouth and worked it around, scraping my cheeks, throat, and tongue for his pleasure. After a while he pulled out, “Ok,” he said, “Now get up, Hank fucked you too, yes? Bend over, let me see. Hmm, nothing obvious, but we shall see. Hard to tell now after Joseph fucked you, so maybe Hank’s dick infected your ass too – or not – no matter.” Dr Mike walked behind his desk and opened a drawer, pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and some glasses. “Before we continue, you need to relax a little. While you know you can fight and resist and it will do you no good, - and I hope you try – this will just help a little. Now do you like Jack? Never had it? Just beer? I could give you a pill or something, but don’t want you numb, just a little relaxed. Well, doctor’s order is to do some shots. Feel the heat. You will like it.” With that Dr Mike gave me a shot of Jack, told me to drink it with him, and I did. God damn! That was nasty. I only drank beer and immediately my head swirled and gut burned. YUCK! Dr Mike smiled. “Do another,” he said, then “And here, one more, I know, makes you gag a little, now, put the blindfold back on. I told you during your last treatment that sometimes I gave you choices. Do you want a choice now?” I said, “No Sir, no Doctor, I don’t want a choice, I want whatever you want, please, please.” I could hear the smile in his voice, “EXCELLENT! So here is the plan. I am going to fuck you and you will take it, but I will not cum in you now that is later. For now, you need to practice, practice your breathing, relaxing your hole, and taking dick. Do you want to know why? Yes, well that is NONE OF YOUR concern. You will just do as I say, how I say it. Now, come with me.” Dr Mike grabbed me by the arm and pulled me after him as we left his office. He went back to the room we were in before, I was pushed back to a kneeling position and Dr Mike said, “Now open your mouth, and drink my piss.” With that I felt him place the head of his dick on my lips and his hot piss began pouring into my mouth. I gulped, choked, and tried to swallow it all but there was no way as it ran onto my face, down my neck and chest. He then stopped, “Get up, now, we are going to make sure you are good and clean, you understand? No, no you don’t, but you will.” Dr Mike guided me forward several feet as the piss dripped off me and flooded my taste buds. I was then pushed forward onto my stomach across a padded bench. “Back up a little, let your toes touch the floor, good, now spread your legs a little. Yes, perfect, your hole is right where it should be. This room used to be used for physical therapy sessions by a previous tenant so some of the equipment they left behind has come in quite useful with a few minor adjustments. Give me your leg, I am going to put your ankle in a cuff. This will keep you in place as I don’t want you moving, now your arms – good.” I was now tied, face down, blindfolded, on the padded bench with the arms and legs secure as I waited for what Dr Mike had in mind. I soon found out as he leaned down by my left ear and said, “I have plenty more piss where that came from and I am going to clean you out. Just relax and breathe. I am going to fuck you and open you up, but more importantly, piss in you – you ever had that done? No? Well I want to you hold it until I tell you, then release it. Just let it out. I need you clean for the next part of your treatment.” With that Dr Mike got behind me and I felt his dick press into my hole. With no spit or lube, he pushed his dick into my hold and I cried out a little. I then felt him begin to piss in me. It was this hot pressure, building in my guts, going deeper and deeper as Dr Mike moaned and sighed with release. Dr Mike then started to fuck me, using his piss as lube, working it deeper up my guts. The pressure was so intense and I was starting to cramp, but Dr Mike kept fucking and I had no way to push him off or pull away. After a while, Dr Mike pulled out in one stroke and I felt his hot piss run down my as and legs and onto the bench before my hole clamped shut and cut it off. He then stood in front of me, opened my mouth with his fingers and stuck his piss covered dick down my throat and fucked it for a little while. “Damn,” Dr Mike said, “That feels good. You are becoming a good little diseased hole for me. I like that very much as you can tell by my dick. Now, I am going to guide you to my private bathroom in my office. When I close the door you may then remove the blindfold, let the piss and ass mess out, and when you are sure you are clean, knock on the door twice. I will get you when I am ready and DO NOT come out until I get you.” After using the bathroom as directed I could not believe how much piss had been up inside me. Just when I thought I was done, more came out, so it took several minutes for me to feel like I was clean, so I knocked on the door. Nothing. So I waited, and waited. It was about 10 minutes and I was getting nervous, what had happened? Did he forget about me? Dr Mike then knocked, “Put your blindfold back on and get ready.” So I did as he said, the door opened, and I felt Dr Mike grab my arm, lead me out. We stopped and he placed a glass in my hand, “Down this Jack, all of it, it’s a big shot and you better keep it down,” Dr Mike said. He took me back and tied be back down on the bench face down. He then left the room and a few minutes later I heard him come back in with someone else. I felt a large hand grab my left ass cheek and squeeze really hard, but it was not right, the hand was covered with a glove. The hand then ran up my back, to my head and lingered over my face – leather – it was a leather glove, back down to my ass and cheek again. I was not sure, but the hand seemed too big for Dr Mike. Dr Mike’s voice was then by my left ear and I felt his fingers working their way into my hole as he began to claw at my insides as deep as his fingers would go. I then felt another set of fingers begin working in beside his clawing at my insides too – these fingers were bigger, fatter, and the nails much longer. I cried out as they dug at me as Dr Mike said, “Now, remember, you will obey and submit, and frankly you have no choice. As you have proved resistant to previous treatment, I have decided your next treatment needs to be more, shall we say, extreme. My friend Charles here has a true horse dick. I am big, but even I am in awe of Charles’ piece of meet which is over 11 inches and VERY thick. Even better, Charles is a brutal nasty fucker who likes to walk around with a constant case of gonorrhea, and thanks to Charles, he and I are both sharing that little gift right now. You didn’t know that did you? You have been taking my gonorrhea filled dick and juice all afternoon. As I worked my dick in your mouth, I was pushing the gonorrhea into the sores from Hank’s herpes (evil chuckle) as I told you, I will infect you with everything I can. Charles never treats it as he is a truly evil fucker and enjoys nothing better then infecting the innocent – who care if his fertility is shit – the only pussy he fucks is man pussy and fuck is too kind a word- Charles rapes it, so you best prepare.” Dr Mike continued, “Charles has helped me ensure a number of asses received the venom they deserved. He is also HIV + of course, with a high viral load and not just HIV, Charles has full blown AIDs. He is a true AIDs fucker. You know I will only give you the nastiest and the best, and Charles is in a class of his own.” As Dr Mike’s nails continued to scrape my insides he said, “So now, I am going to leave you for Charles to enjoy. You will be hurt, you will bleed, and your ass will be torn from end to end as he cums in you and unloads his toxic cum. The blood is important and necessary as we need to ensure you have the ultimate chance for exposure. So this cannot be done lightly, but right. You WILL do this for me, and if you serve him well, I will give you my cum too. Do you want my cum boy? I can’t hear you? Yes? That’s it, beg for it. Well, do I as said, please Charles, and I will breed you too. I will make you as I see fit.” Dr Mike pulled his fingers out of my ass, and I heard the door close as he left the room. The other fingers in my ass kept working and digging and I felt fingers from Charles’ other hand join them. I was moaning and bucking my hips, trying to avoid the pain, but he was incessant. After a few minutes he pulled he fingers out, and I felt him brush against my right arm as he walked towards my head. He had on leather pants too from the feel, and as he stood in front of me, the smell of leather, sweat, and piss was overwhelming. Charles grabbed by head between his hands and said, “Oh sweet little boy, Doc has set me up good this time. Are you scared boy? You should be. Doc has told me you have never been rape fucked, well that is going to change today, you will never forget this I can assure you. I am a true Master and I could give a shit about you, what you want, feel, or need. Today is all about me, and I fuck to hurt, breed, and do what the Doc wants, which is to make sure your ass has no choice but to take our AIDs cum.” “Beg me boy, beg me not to rape you, beg your Master not to give you my nasty cum” Charles said. So I did. I begged, and pleaded, and begged some more. As I was begging again I felt Charles’s dick push against my mouth and I opened as wide as I could. I could barely get the head in my mouth not only because of his size, but he had a Prince Albert, or PA in his dick. I had seen one, but never sucked a guy who had one. I started licking the ring, which was covered in slime and crust, I figured from his gonorrhea. I licked at his piss slit, sucking in what fluid and slime was dripping out, which was a steady stream and I was not sure if it was precum, or gonorrhea, or both. I managed to get the ring, the head and some of the shaft in my mouth, and used my tongue to ‘suck’ him best I could. Charles then pulled his dick out of my mouth and stuck a couple gloved fingers in my mouth and worked them around. He gouged at my gums, tongue, and roof of my mouth and I could taste some blood. He stuck his dick back at my mouth and licked his slit some more, tasting the infected slime, and working it around my mouth with my tongue. He then pulled his dick away, and knelt in front of me. “Open your mouth,” Charles said. He then spit in my open mouth a couple times. “Swallow,” so I did. Then I felt something else pressing against my mouth and opening it. I tried pushing it away with my tongue, but Charles’ hands pushed it in and I felt him securing it behind my head as he tightened the strap. I would learn later this was a ball gag, and while I could breath, I could make little more than grunts and whines with it in my mouth. Charles knelt back down in front of me, spit on my face, then slapped me hard with his gloved hand, “You got me nice and worked up boy. Good little mouth on you and I see that ass jiggling. Don’t worry, you can try to scream all you want and it will not do any good. You are mine now, and doctor’s orders must be followed.” Charles spit a couple more times, and slapped me even harder, with his leather gloved hangs stinging my face. I then felt him move around my left to my back and his gloved hands spread my cheeks and his gloved finger dug at my hole. I was pretty wet from Dr Mike’s piss, but Charles bent down, spread my hole open and dug in with his tongue, tasting the remnants of Dr Mike’s piss leaking out my ass. He began to moan and talk dirty, “Oh boy, yeah, nice hole, see Doc opened it up a little for me, oh yeah, you ready boy. I think you need to be taught a lesson. Stop your bucking boy. Won’t do you no good you understand,” Charles said as he started slapping my ass with his right hand. “You need to be taught to serve a true Master, and that is me. Oh yeah boy, I am going to give you a lesson you will not forget.” I felt the cool of the steel PA press against my hole and the big head try to open me up. Charles spit on his dick, and the head slid in a little more. “You better breathe deep boy, once I start I don’t stop.” As I took a deep breath Charles pushed his dick through and my muffled screams were lost with the ball gag in my mouth. I tried to twist and buck my body, but with my arms and legs tied down to the sides of the bench I had no leverage at all. Tears streamed down my face and I began to literally cry as the hot searing pain rolled through my body, radiating out from ass. Charles was true to his word and did not stop and brutally pushed his dick in as far as he could, pulled it back out, pushed it back in over and over. Other times when I had been fucked and it had hurt, the pain changed, and became ecstasy, not this time. The pain was supreme and continued unabated as Charles kept fucking my ass and I think I might have even passed out a little once or twice. I knew my ass was bleeding as I could feel the warmness run out of my hole and catch between my body and the bench, but more strongly, I could feel Charles, his cock splitting me open, his PA gouging my guts, his leather gloved hands on my ass, pressing me down as he fucked me. Suddenly Charles stopped, slid his dick out of my ass, which hurt almost as much as him going in. He then unbuckled the straps and cuffs holding my legs down, and then my arms. I could only lay there as I was in shock, and Charles said, “Get on your back, Doc told me to keep you tied down, but I want to fuck you deeper than you have ever been fucked, I am gong to rape your guts boy like only a true leather Master can, so now roll over.” I didn’t move, so Charles manhandled me onto my back, my arms flopped to the side, he pulled me down the bench, grabbed a leg in each hand, pushed them back, and shoved his dick back in my hole. I thought Charles had fucked me hard before, but now he showed no mercy. Every thrust went so deep and hurt so bad, I was literally sobbing. I’m not sure if Charles was saying anything as in my head I could only heard my sobs. Charles began pulling all the way out and slamming back in and the pain now was still white hot, and like it was all I knew. Charles let go of my legs which stayed up and to the side with the pressure from his body, he leaned forward, placed his gloved hands around my throat and said, “I am getting close boy, and when I get close, I fuck to hurt, yeah boy, I am going to tear you up – fuck – yeah boy – feel your Master – feel my cock …..” With that, Charles’ gloved hands closed tight around my throat and I saw stars behind the blindfold, and then nothing. He had choked me out. I did not realize that then of course, not until I felt spit hitting my face and his gloved hands slapping me, “Come on now boy, yeah that’s it, took a little nap there didn’t you. Come on boy.” I felt Charles help me sit up on the bench. My ass was warm, wet and sticky and the pain was barely tolerable. My throat hurt and ears rang, and I had spit all over my face. Charles pulled the blindfold off me, “You OK boy, yeah you’re alright. Let me tell you, you have a nice piece of ass there and too bad you were not here when I shot my load – ha ha, but I cummed in you good for sure. Good for you that Doc opened you up before I got here. I would have really done some damage if he hadn’t, but even then, I tore you up real good. You will be sore for a while, that’s for sure – ha ha – now finish up the job and clean my dick off.” I sort of stumbled, fell to my knees, as Charles put his dick in front of my face. As my eyes continued to adjust I looked up at him. Charles appeared to be late 30s, early 40s, white, curly brown hair, big mustache, hairy chest (he had on a leather vest), leather pants with no crotch, and big black boots. His dick was tremendous, long, fat, and was covered in blood, juice, and slime. I leaned forward with my tongue and began to lick the tip and the ring and then worked my way up one side of the shaft then the other. Charles stepped back a step, “Thank you boy, I WILL see you again,” he spit in my face/eyes, slapped me once more, put the blindfold back on me then left the room. I slumped against the bench and tried to steady my breathing. The door opened and closed, “Get up,” Dr Mike said. I steadied myself, stood up, Dr Mike pushed me onto my back on the bench. “Lift your legs”, so I did. I felt Dr Mike probing at my hole, “DAMN, that horse dick ripped your ass up. Good, very good. The blood means there was lots of opportunity for the gonorrhea and his AIDs to take hold. Now hold still.” I heard a whirring sound and Dr Mike said, “I just took a Polaroid picture of your hole for the file. We will compare this to future treatment visits as I may decide that Charles needs to come back and this time, don’t hold back. Yes, he did hold back on you this time. You are not ready for all that Charles can dish out. Now, back to the business at hand.” Dr Mike then slammed his dick up my ass. After Charles, my ass was still throbbing and the pain was still intense, so Dr Mike’s dick slamming in was not so bad at all. “Tell me what you want now, tell me, you want my toxic cum? You liked Charles’ infected dick? You want my dick? My cum? Beg me, BEG ME, BEG ME…FOR…MY…VENOM!!!! OH FUCK!!!!” Dr Mike finished his orgasm, yanked his cock out, walked up by my head, turned my head to the right and stuck his bloody dick in my mouth for me to lick clean. When I was done, he had me bend over the bench as he took some wet towels and peroxide and cleaned off my ass cheeks, legs, and lower back. “You will be fine. The bleeding was nothing permanent, but I will give you cash for a cab as your ass will leak and spot for a couple days I expect. Tonight, when you get home, DO NOT shower. Do not do a bowel movement even if it feels like you have to. You don’t really, it’s just your intestines trying to readjust after the brutal fuck they just took. Understand? Good. Now I want you to call me on my private line every couple of days and let me know what is going on. OK? Good. Now get dressed.” I got dressed and followed Dr Mike back into his office. Every step hurt and I still felt dazed. “Let me look at you,” Dr Mike said, “I see Charles has left some bruises on your neck, did he choke you? Hmm, yes, well those are going to show, but not too bad. Charles knows what he is doing so those will go away quickly. I am very proud of you. You did an excellent job today and while I know the treatment with Charles may have been more than you were used to, it was necessary. We must make sure everything takes, and I will do whatever is necessary to ensure you become toxic. You will continue to obey and serve as your ass is mine. Now, go home, do as I said, and remember, my venom is burning in your veins, I am part of you now, and always will be.” Stay tuned for Part 4 – The Venom Takes and the Death Fuck

Sooooooooo.... I guess I'm the only one who wants the bottom to actually have as much fun & enjoyment as I do, and to have a sense of self-worth beyond "the only difference between me & a Fleshlight is a circulatory system and limbs."

Gruntraq, Sir: i understand what You are saying and i can see the satisfaction that a Top could get from "flipping" a Top and exposing (and developing) His femme side. But that raises an interesting question: How does one "flip" a bottom? i know myself, and i do not think there is another side of me to be exposed or developed. Possibly this underscores my theory that bottoms are just a different breed of animal; born for a different purpose, satisfied by a different motivation; whose sexual center is totally distinct from the "normal." This is not a two-way street that some of us are traveling.

Yeah. I'm a top. I'm not going to suck a bottom's dick. I don't give a shit if the bottom cums or not. The bottom's job is to take my dick, to make my cock feel good, and to be a hole for my cum. A good bottom wants it harder and deeper again and again. A good bottom knows he doesn't matter. He's a fucking worthless cumhole, and the only thing he exits for is to take my cock and cum. A good bottom begs for my cock, and wants my load. A good bottom does whatever the fuck I tell him to do because I'm a top, and he's there for my USE. That's the important part, a good bottom is there to be USED by a top. Sex between a real top and a good bottom is about the top USING the bottom. A good bottom wants his ass used. A good bottom understands that it doesn't matter if he gets any pleasure out of a fuck, because the top and the top's pleasure is the only thing that matters. A good bottom knows he is nothing more than a worthless fuckhole that exists only to be used by a real top. And a true bottom gets the most intense ecstasy and pleasure out of being USED by a real top that way. Not that I really give a shit though, I'm a top, and I'm just there to use the bottom's ass. I don't give a fuck about his pleasure, he's there to be a hole for my cock and cum.