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What had I just done. Only a few weeks ago I was a straight guy with a hot gf. While she could be a pill, she was hot. Lots of guys would stare at her when we went out together. Especially when she would wear tight yoga pants, tight short skirts barely covering her crotch or short sheer dresses or short shorts. And now I was at an ABS with cum dripping from my ass, in fact POZ cum to add, and sucked off guys too. As I began to pull up my pants another guy put his cock through the hole. It was thick and a good size. I finished zipping up my jeans as I got ready to leave and then he said. "Get down on your knees boy. I heard a sluttly whore was in here taking all cocks. I looked closer at his cock. It was nice and veiny. There was a tattoo at the base. It was a biohazard sign. I just dropped to my knees and started to suck it. "Ahhh damn what a warm mouth" he said I sucked him hard and played with his cock with my tongue. Suddenly he pulled out. Then I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door. It was the clerk. He looked older close up. He pulled out his cock and it was about 7 inches and hard. I got hard and turned around. He put the tip of his cock at my hole and started to fuck me. I just bent over and moaned. It felt so good. He knew how to fuck and he was giving it to me. The way he was working his cock in me was driving me crazy. He wasn't huge but he knew how to fuck me and hit me in the right places. I moaned louder and pushed back on his cock. "Yeah you are a fucking dirty whore. Taking loads from strange men. FUCK...your pussy is so tight and its grabbing my cock. You are a find." he said ramming into me. He reached around and pinched my nipples and I yelled out. "Oh fuck yeah your cunt feels amazing. Can't believe you are still tight taking all these cocks you slut" he said He kept pounding me and I felt deep in my groing and in my ass the heat rise and it started to spasm and I started to cum. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck me" I moaned "Ahhhhh your fucking cunt is strangling my cock ahhhh. Here it comes bitch." he said as he came in my ass. I felt at least 7 hot spurts coat my cunt. "Fuck yeah you like POZ cum don't you" he said still pumping me He's POZ? I felt my inside twitch. "Hmm yeah your cunt likes it. Its milking me now hard" he moaned My cock was still hard leaking cum on the floor. Finally he pulled out and I turned and dropped and took him in my mouth. "Ohhh you dirty little whore you love POZ cock dont you. You keep coming back here I could whore you out. Give you all the dirty cock you need." he said WTF did he say. I just kept sucking him off. I looked up at him. He smiled. He told me his name is Ray and to come back often he can line up guys to fuck me. He pulled up his shorts and went back to work. I needed to get the fuck out of here. I had cum leaking from my ass and all over my face. I cleaned up with some tissues and walked out in a hurry and got into my car. What just happened?

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER 5: BUSTIN’ LOADS IN BOSTON The presentation went well, Dr Matthew was well-practiced at delivering his speech, the attendees didn’t suspect a thing, he thought confidently to himself. Afterwards, his fellow medical professionals came up to him with congratulations and kudos. Professionally, he felt fulfilled. After all, nothing in his talk was contrary to what he believed as a doctor or what he tells his patients now – there are ways to avoid contracting HIV and he is an advocate for prevention – IF that is what his patient desires. Was it that last qualifier about patient desires that he sneaked into his speech at this last minute, perhaps delivering a small window of doubt for some attendees? Dr. Matthew didn’t think so, and he collected his check for his speaking fee from the organizers and dialed Solomon’s number for a ride to Logan Airport. Stepping outside, he now saw it was snowing heavily, after just being fairly mild in temperature in the morning, a cold front moved in and Dr. Matthew hoped his plane back to LA would not be delayed. Of course, Matthew was hoping Solomon had time to stop the car in his favorite Boston alleyway and plant some more toxic AIDS-seed deep up Matthew’s guts. Since arriving in Boston 3 days ago, Matthew had been gifted with Solomon’s special seed 6 times, whenever their schedules made it possible. Matthew knew enough to know that a few hot fucks in the back of an Uber, or in his hotel room, probably weren’t sufficient for conversion, but his aim now was to take every unmedicated HIV load available, and Dr. Matthew’s tight little body and smooth butt were inviting targets for insemination by poz predators like Solomon, proud pozfather of 25 already. The six loads of HIV the hot African man blasted into his guts brought Matthew’s known poz intake to 140 loads, and he was hellbent on getting one more for the road. He was lost in this fantasy daydream as Solomon’s car pulled up to the event center. The tall Nigerian Uber driver leapt out and they hugged tightly and then he placed Matthew’s suitcase in the trunk. Matthew was just about to get into the back seat when a voice from the event center entrance called out his name: “Dr. Hill, are you off to the airport? My ride got cancelled for some reason, do you mind if we share a ride?” It was Dr. Mitchell Greene from New York, a colleague in the world of HIV-medicine, a steadfast promoter of safe sexual encounters, Dr. Greene had teamed up with a gay podcaster to be a regular guest on his show and offer advice to neg and poz guys alike. It is here that Matthew, being the caring individual he is, immediately thought not of himself but of a colleague needing his assistance, and he called back to Dr. Greene, “Of course, Mitch, you’re welcome to share!” And as soon as he heard himself saying that, he had twinges of regret, for now this was just a ride to the airport, and not a ride on Solomon’s huge poz-toxic member. But what was done was done, and Matthew accepted it, knowing he was due to start regular HIV inseminations from Randy back home in LA. Dr. Greene handed Solomon his bag and as Solomon turned to share a regretful look over at Dr. Matthew about this unplanned guest, Dr. Greene reached up to close the hatchback of Solomon’s RAV4, and as he did, his polo shirt rode up just enough to reveal a furry stomach and a biohazard tattoo! Spying this, Dr. Matthew tried to keep his cool, for he didn’t know if the tat meant Dr. Greene was toxic or on meds. Plenty of his patients immortalize their HIV with a bio-tat, or a scorpion, or a radioactive symbol, but then go on meds. Dr. Greene could be one of those. Settled in the back of the RAV4, Dr. Matthew initiates a chat with his colleague: “So, what did you think of my presentation, Mitch?” “Oh, it was great, Matthew. I really liked the section about guys resisting peer pressure and staying on PrEP for their safety. So much of gay culture and porn has shifted towards gift-giving, we should be advocates for our patients to resist that.” “If that’s what they want,” they both said at the same time, eliciting laughs. “Dr Matthew sensed an opening, and his slight change in tone also perked up Solomon in the drivers’ seat: “What if that’s not what they want, Mitch. How do you deal with that?” “I tell them to get it out of their system. I think you know as well as I do that once the idea of poz gains a foothold in a guy’s mind, it’s almost impossible to stamp out.” “Unless you succumb to it,” added the curious doctor, hoping to elicit agreement. “Oh, I succumbed years ago,’ Dr Greene replied, lifting his shirt and displaying his bio-tat on one side and a scorpion on the other. “I commemorated them here,” pointing to the poz ink. “Nice scorpion, Mitch,” Matthew answered, reaching out and tracing it with his hand. “Does it still sting?” “It never stopped stinging. I’ve been poz 10 years and never any meds. I take good care of myself and I know what to look for if that starts to change. Until then, I’m not inhibiting my gift, as long as so many hot chasers want it…like you, I think. Am I right, Matthew?” With that, Mitch took Matthew’s hand and thrust it in his crotch, Matthew feeling the poz cock as it expanded against the fabric of Mitch’s jeans. Mitch had Matthew’s number, that’s for sure. And Solomon, from the driver’s seat adjusted his rearview mirror and also adjusted the growing poz snake in his pants, unzipping them and freeing it so it can rise to full mast in all its poz glory. “Boys, shall we find a place to exchange some HIV?”, Solomon asked from the front seat. I would love to get one more dirty load into Matthew before the airport. I know a place,” to which Mitch and Matthew just grunted assent, for they were locked in a deep poz-neg kiss with Matthew’s hand down Mitch’s trousers and Mitch reaching for Matthew’s negative hole. A few minutes later, Solomon pulls up to an airport-adjacent motor lodge. “This place is discreet. A lot of guys hold their cumdump sessions here since the motel staff looks the other way,” Parking the car and telling them to stay there, Solomon darts into the motel office and a minute or two later he emerges with a room key – this place hasn’t gotten around to keycards yet. He gets back in a pulls his car around the back. “The clerk is a buddy of mine, very poz…he’s giving us the room for free if we let him breed you, Matthew. I told him you didn’t have a say in the matter…he’ll be over shortly. Solomon opens the dumpy motel room door and Matthew is led over to the bed, Mitch pulling down the young doctor’s trousers and pushing him down hard on the lumpy mattress…Quite a comedown from the 5-star hotel in which Dr. Matthew was staying in downtown Boston, but the poz hunger had taken over inside him and in no time he was presenting his still-neg hole for Mitch’s hard HIV pole. The second doctor drove it deep inside his younger colleague, not stopping when Matthew yelped a bit and bit the pillow. “When you poz up, you’ll understand, Matthew,” the more senior physician told him as he thrust his poz cock deeply in and out of the young doctor’s hole. “You just can’t stop thinking about breeding and gifting and passing it on.” Dr. Mitch railed on Matthew’s neg hole a few more minutes, all the while his copious pre-cum led an HIV advance team on the young doctor’s insides, finally erupting with multiple shots of infected cum deep up the doc’s hole. Not stopping to let Matthew recover a bit, Mitch pulls his dripping member out and high-fives the waiting, jerking Solomon, tag-team style, and in no time at all, the massive AIDS-weapon of the Nigerian Uber driver takes the doctor’s place. Solomon is pile-driving it deep up Matthew’s mancunt, now coated with 10 shots of Mitch’s AIDS and soon to receive a new batch brewing up in Solomon’s heavy, heaving balls that slap against the doctor’s butt with every drive up Dr. Matthew’s pussy. Matthew turns to look back just long enough to see a new man, he supposes it’s the motel clerk, rail-thin, wasted, and jerking his engorged cock, waiting his turn up inside him to penetrate him with more viral jizz. Solomon at last begins to shudder and shake and violently erupts his unmedicated poison up inside Matthew, who feels about 12 spurts of HIV deep in his guts. Solomon, being the pro that he is, and in one motion, flips Matthew on top of him. Now Solomon is on his back on the sleazy motel bed with his pole still buried up Matthew’s ass, gobs of toxic cum oozing from the doctor’s cunt. He motions for the motel clerk to join him in a double-fuck of the young doctor and the dude, about 65 years of age, wastes no time and joins Solomon with his own AIDS-cock up the young doctor’s blown-out pussy. In quick time, they match their strokes, Solomon and the seedy clerk alternating their pistoning as Matthew’s own cock wildly helicopters around, pre-cum flying everywhere. The men inside Matthew both reach their pinnacle, Solomon’s second load announced with a guttural growl and a string of words Matthew doesn’t understand, while the motel clerk just deeply grunts with every spray up Matthew’s ass of his toxic cum. Mitch, watching this scene, and ready with another brew of AIDS-cum for the young doctor, moves in as the motel clerk withdraws and Mitch blows his second load deep inside his young colleague, still also impaled on Solomon’s member. “Hey, guys,” Mitch announces once his dripping pole is back in his pants, “I’ve got a flight to catch,” The three men disengage; the motel clerk having left once he loaded up Matthew. “OK, boys, let’s get you to your planes,” Solomon announces. At the airport, among the falling snowflakes, there was a short yet emotional scene with Matthew and Solomon as the young doctor thanked the Uber driver for loading him up so many times. By his count, he got 8 loads of HIV-riddled cum from Solomon, and 2 more from his professional colleague, infectious disease specialist and disease carrier Dr. Mitchell Greene. And a bonus one from the older, wasting motel clerk. Dr Greene back on his flight to NYC, and Matthew on his to LA, texted a few times, Matthew just expressing his thanks and sharing his poz load count since his chase had begun 3 short months previous. “With you, Solomon and that motel clerk, I’m up to 145 loads, and I’ve never felt more alive or sure about anything!” “Yep, that’s how it gets you, buddy,” Greene wrote back. At your rate, you’ll surely get there…Just glad to be of some help!” Matthew settled in to sleep for the rest of the flight, reclining in his lay-flat seat and soaking up the viral loads from the three men. As he drifted off, he traced his chasing journey all the way back to college listening to Ric and Mateo in the dorm showers. His own journey was taking some time, that much he knew, but also knew he would get there. For up next was the poz father to over 20 men, the infamous member of The Ten, Randy…and Matthew could hardly wait. END OF CHAPTER 5

Thank you for the nice comments. Again sorry for typos and grammar. Enjoy. I took my PEP today on my way to work as usual. It was 11pm. Do I go to the ABS now? Why not? I got dressed. I put on jeans t-shirt and a baseball cap. I drove to the ABS and was familar with the area as this is the part of town where the Professor is planning the field trip. I stayed in the car as I was nervous. What am I doing here? I am really going to let total strangers fuck me? R- If you are nervous and not sure what to do, listen to your body. Crap how did he know. I decided to go in. I walked in and saw the clerk behind the counter. He was an older guy thin about 55 years old. He looked at me. "You 18. I need ID" he asked "Yes" and handed him my college ID I handed him a $20 and he gave me $1. "Have fun" he said smiling It was cold as if the AC was on high. It also had that cleaner sperm smell. I walked through the hallway. I found an empty booth and closed the door. I put in my dollar and the video came on. A girl was getting fucked. She was pretty hot and then she turned over and it was a shemale, and she was hung. Wow, sexy I thought. I went to the menu. There was straight, gay, bi and trans. I paused. Who was I kidding, I clicked gay. The movie came on with a young guy and an older guy who was buff but had a belly and was hairy and he had a beard. As I started to take out my cock someone opened my door. Crap I didn't lock it. I guy came in. He was handsome, early 40's. He pulled out his cock and asked me to suck him off. So I did. As I was sucking him off I noticed a wedding ring. After a few minutes he moaned and tensed and shot cum in my mouth. I quickly swallowed. Once done he pulled out of my mouth zipped up and left. As if the next guy was waiting another guy came in. A little older guy this time and medium build. He pulled out his hard cock which was nice about 7 inches and thick. He told me he wanted to fuck me. "You negative?" he asked "yes" I replied "Good I am neg and I don't want to get anything from you. You sure you are negative a slut like you taking cock in here" he said "Yes I am on PEP and this is my first time here" I said "Ohhh fresh meat. Bend over bitch" he said bending me over and placing his cock at my hole. Then he pushed in. "Ohh fuck your so tight and wet" he said as he started to fuck me. I pushed back onto his cock. He fucked me for a good 10 minutes. It was good better than the dildo but not like Rick. "Here is comes bitch" he yelled as he came in me. After he pulled out he made me clean him off (not that he needed to, I luv it now) and he zipped up and left. One more guy followed him and it was similar except he wore a condom. He said he didnt want to take chances. As he stuck his cock in it rubbed hard against my side. It didnt feel as good as a bare cock. He was a good size too 8 inches and thick too but it felt like a tube rather than a cock in me. I still got horny and when he hit my prostate it felt good but not as good as a bare cock. After 5 minutes he I could feel him spasm and cum. He pulled out took off the condom and gave it to me. "Here you go faggot" he said as he left. It was full of cum so I ate it. My legs were sore so I locked the door and sat back. I rubbed my cock which was semi hard. The I heard someone next door. He stuck his cock through a hole of the wall. It was a good size. "You clean" he asked " Yes" I replied "Suck it then" he said I got on my knees and sucked his cock thru the wall. After about 5 minutes he pulled out of the wall and knocked on my door. He came in and pulled his cock back out of his pants. It was a nice 8" which was difficult to tell thru the hole. I turned around and offered him my ass. "You sure you negative? I dont want to catch anything from a slut like you" he said I told him I was negative and on PEP. Then he started to fuck me. He fucked me, ramming into me. It felt good but it wasn't great like Rick. There was something missing. He finally shot his huge load in me. I cleaned him off with my mouth and he left. Another one with a wedding ring on. I sat back down and then was getting ready to leave. Then someone knocked at the door. I opened it and an old man came in. Early 60's thin but fit. He pulled out his cock. It was a ok size maybe 7" and medium girth. I bent over and he bent down and started to eat my ass. "Ohhhhhh yes" I moaned as I pushed back to his mouth. He ate me for about a minute was it felt so good. He fingered my and felt his fingernail scrape me. I winced but as he ate me I got over it. Then he put his cock at me entrance and slowly entered me. He slowly started to fuck me. He had a really good stroke. It was like he was rubbing my insides and pushing in me. While he wasn't huge the way he fucked me it felt deep. His rhythm and pumping motion was hitting my prostate and inside a certain way. It felt good and was the best of the night. He fucked me good for 10 minutes playing with my nipples. "Fuck your pussy is so tight and wet" he said I moaned "Your a hot little slut. You take a bunch of cum tonight whore? He said pumping into me "Yes" I said moaning and pushing back into him "Yeah you are a nasty dirty slut taking all these loads" he said "Daddys whore arent you" he said I didnt reply. He pulled out of me. "Say it if you want my cock back in you whore" he said "Yes I am Daddy's whore. Please stick your cock back in me" I begged "Yeah what a whore. Fuck your a gorgeous slut. I bet you were popular tonight" he said sticking his cock back in me I moaned and pushed back on him. "Fuck its like your pussy is eating my cock....ohhh damn you feel so good." he kept fucking me and picked up his pace My cock was hard and leaking now. The first time of the night. The way he was fucking me and using me felt so good. Even his smell was hot. He kept up his pace then I felt him tighten up and spasm. My cock was hard and on the verge. He was hitting me in all the right spots. "Here you go bitch, take my POZ load, I am going to knock you up whore" he said. I felt him shoot hot spurt after spurt of his cum. Those words tripped something in my brain and hit me deep. I started to shoot my cum my body spasming from inside. "Ohhh shit your pussy is coming around my cock. Its squeezing my cock bitch" he moaned and started to hard fuck me again. He hard fucked me for another minute. I kept moaning and my cock kept leaking cum from it. As he calmed down he finally pulled out. I immediatlye turned aroudn and dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. I could see and taste a little blood along with my ass juice and cum. "Ohh yeah what a good whore. You've been trained well" he said After cleaning his cock. I stood up and he kissed me deeply. I was shocked but kissed back. "Fuck boy I want to take you home and lock you to my bed and fuck you all day and night" he said smiling "I think you would like that" he said "Oh thank you but no" I said soflty "you sure bitch" he said as he wrapped his hand around my hard cock. I moaned and melted as he stroked me. Then he let go and stuck his fingers in my ass. I moaned even more and started to breath heavily again. "Yeah look at you. Your pussy needs cock. It needs POZ cock. Dont it" he said "I dont know." I repleid "You cum like you just did with any of those other guys you fucked you like a whore tonight" he said I nodded no. "Yeah a boy like you needs POZ cock. You need a real gay poz top man to satisfy you right? Your pussy is grabbing my fingers just from me talking to you" he said My eyes were partially closed as he was massaging my insides it felt so good. The suddenly he pulled his fingers out and into my mouth. I sucked and licked them clean. "You are a good slut. You don't even need to be told." he said "Here is my number if you want to be satisfied and treated like the whore you are" he said passing me a paper with his name and number on it. He tucked in his cock and left. I sat back down stunned, aroused and confused.

Dean pulls off my cock and kisses me. Our tongues wrestling animalisticly against one another while adding another finger into my already wrecked hole. I involuntarily moan and he adds another. Fuckkkk my ass was so full. The bed begins to rock and the daddy fucking the otter is grunting and starts jackhammering away into his hole. The otter becomes verbal, fuck my ass, fucking breed me, poz me, use me, and daddy begins to unload pushing his cock into the cumdump. Dean comments, “good boy” while he pulls out of me and places his arm around the otter pulling him closer as they begin making out. Daddy pulls his fist out of me without warning. I feel this pop and my hole is empty yet ravenous. I flip over and am now standing behind Dean. I pull his polo up and over his head revealing a muscled hairy chest. I run my hand down his chest kissing the nape of his neck. Fuck he’s got thick nips too nestled between tufts of brown fur. I venture lower letting my hands roam over his bulge and unzip his fly to fish out his cock. I knew this man was hot, but I had so idea he packed a solid 9 inches of uncut cock and 2 fat balls. I slowly start jacking him and feel him pushing back into me. It hits me I’m jacking off and grinding my cock against my married straight client. Fuck, these are lines I’d previously never crossed. A moral debate begins to rage within me. I am doing the right thing, what’s going to happen, how is this going to impact me. Dean asks if there are any more darts. The otter says and I fucking quote, “yeah uncle Dean, you know I always pack one for you.” It was both the t and g and I anxiously begin asking if they’re really related. How’d it start, who know’s, when’s it start… Dean pulls back from the otter and looks me dean in the eyes and tells me, “Yes, this is my nephew”. He found his dad in his rightful position between my legs, being the cocksucker he was born to be. I’ll answer the rest of your questions soon.” And with that pulled off his nephew the otter and me then begins stripping. I can now totally see the resemblance the square jaws, the piercing hazel eyes, thick chest full of brown fur, Dean had the longer thicker cock while the other thinner but still a solid 8 inches. The otter pulls off daddy and walks towards Dean and drops to his knees swallowing his cock to the root. The boy has been trained and trained well. He’s milking Dean’s dick like his life depended on it. The two Daddy’s and I stare in owe of all this. Dean comments that he brought some fun friends by the way of two portable slings, blindfolds, straps, harnesses, dildo’s, plugs, and a funnel. He was obviously no stranger to partying and any remaining anxiety I had melted in that moment. The daddy’s and I dressed to help Dean Carrey everything in while the nephew / otter stayed behind to get some rigs ready, and 20 minutes later everything was set and ready. The daddy’s asked how we wanted to do this. Dean suggested his nephew and I get into a sling. We positioned them so we be next to one another, each took a shot of G and climbed in. The daddy lifted my feet into the straps and my strapped my left arm above my head and my right arm over my chest. Dean and the two daddy’s take their G. Dean walks over to me rig in hand looking me in the eye and asks me, “what do you want”? I ask him to slam me and fucking wreck my cunt. He replies, “I’ve wanted to knock you up since the day I meet you. You’re mine now slampig”. I feel the familiar swipe of an alcohol pad and a gentle pinch, register and he and the other daddy begin counting down 3…… 2….. 1….. and both the nephew / otter and I blast off. This hit me like a ton of bricks, a metallic taste in my mouth, my ears suddenly begin to ring, my eyes bouncing everywhere, this flush heat deep within my core enveloping me, I begin to violently cough and my hole is on fucking fire. I hear the nephew coughing just as violently as I am, and soon joined by the daddy’s. I look up into Dean’s eyes as he pushes that magic liquid into his veins begin to cough followed by bellowing a deep guttural’ “Fuck Yes” as he pushes the length of his cock into my hungry hole and leans over and spits into my mouth. He leans down and we kiss animalisticly while he’s jackhammering away at my hole. I feel every inch of his dick as he slides past my second sphincter. Fuck this man is buried so deep in my guts. My cock is shriveled up but I don’t care, I’m just a fucking hole right now. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. The nephew / otter and I begin a cacophony of grunts, moans, fuck yea, use me, breed me, fucking use me hard, fuck me, make it yours. One of the daddy’s walks over to me presenting me with his cock. He lowers the head rest and he’s fucking my mouth. I’m so fucking high right now, I feel I’ve arrived. The daddy and Dean start long dicking my ass and mouth, and I begin to feel their cock swell. Their tempos matched perfectly in and out, in and out, daddy begins to cum pushing deep into my throat while Dean’s buried so fucking deep inside me and begins seeding my hole. The otter screams fucking use us as the other daddy cums. Each of us catching our breath as the G starts swirling in. The nephew / otter asks to get out of the sling walks over to me drops to his knees and swallows his uncles cock to the root cleaning him up. He then focuses on my hole, his tongue working its way inside trying to eat all that cum from my freshly fucked hole. His beard feels fucking amazing against my hole. He’s lapping and slurping to get all that cum. I look over and find Dean on his hands and knees while one of the daddy’s is eating his perfect beefy hairy ass. I reach down pulling the nephew / otter deeper into me. After getting his fill he stands and kisses me. We begin swapping that load back and forth. Dean grunts yeah fuck me and we both look over to find him getting dicked by one of the daddy’s. Their nephew / otter lets me down from the sling and we each find one another asses. Soon we’re fisting one another while the nephew / otter starts making out with Dean. His paw working its way deeper into my wrecked fuck hole and mine into his. We’re fisting each other in complete unison. Sensing we each needed a break we separate and I find myself under Dean sucking his cock while he’s getting fucked. The weight on the bed shifts and Dean is sucking his nephews cock to full hardness. I continue my assault on Deans cock he’s hard again and fucking my throat using the daddy’s cum for lube. The nephew suggests a position change encouraging me to sit on Deans dick, I disengage and feel the bed shifting as daddy pulls out of Dean the nephew / otter moving. Dean moves to the side of the bed and I stattle him lowering myself onto him. My ass feel like it’s made of pure electricity as he descends deeper and deeper. I’m pushed forward, Dean takes my face and buries it into hit armpit, I feel someone behind me. He’s pushing his dick into me. My hole is stretching and I feel every inch of him slowly sliding into me until he bottoms out.

@nymidtowneast Agreed. @kitpig We will see... 😉 @hirondelle75 No comment. And don't worry, there won't a short supply of their cum. So a few lost loads is nothing. 😉 @pozpopperpig That was the intention with how I'm writing it. Glad its coming across that way! @Cumbreedseed Always a good mixture, lol. @hirondelle75 So, my time lately has been taken up with the story I am cowriting with @leatherpunk16. Hopefully as I get more of the backlog there written out, as well as finally mapping out where I want to go next here, I should be able to post a little more frequently here in the future. @Grandahpla17 Yes. There is a set end for this story. We are maybe in the first half of it, but just been busy with other projects at the moment, so this one is on the back burner. @tankonpoint Thanks! I'm always glad to have people checking out my other works and telling me what they think. If you haven't already, go check out Master Pathogen. It's on a weekly update and should be a hopefully good read! @KCnLB No comment on the point of conversion. I have a plan for everything, but I don't want to spoil it. 😉 --- Sorry all for the long delay in updates, been busy with life, as well as the side project @leatherpunk16 and I are working on, Master Pathogen (<<click link to go to that story). Please go check it out and tell us what you think of it! Hopefully, as I said before, with me getting more backlog out of the way, I'll have more time to work on other projects like this. I have a few chapters planned out for this in the near future to write out when I'm not swamped. Otherwise, enjoy the next update! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lesson 17- The Power of Networking and Expanding your Horizons Slowly, I woke up to the feeling of someone slowly fucking my cum flooded and abused ass as the smell of pipe smoke flowed around me, thick and creamy as it was blown in my face. I took a deep inhale, enjoying how loose and wet my wrecked hole felt, making a squelching noise as I opened my eyes and Mike smiled over at me, leaving Greg to be the one working another fresh load into my hole. I groaned, enjoying the deep stokes on my ass as Greg slowly fucked my tender hole, puffing out a cloud of smoke at the back of my head. Quietly, Mike grinned at me, pulling the pipe out of his mouth and placing it on my lips, nodding as I slowly drew on the pipe, inhaling the thick, rich smoke as I felt Greg shift, pulling my leg to my chest and pierce me deeper. Looking behind me, I watched as he grinned down at me around his large pipe, smiling as I slowly exhaled, blowing a thick cloud of smoke of my own at him. “Want Daddy to give you a pipe of your own to smoke while we work those tainted loads in your guts?” Mike asked, giving me a knowing smile as he took another puff on the pipe, I nodded happily, opening my mouth as he placed the large pipe back in it, waiting for me to clamp down as he pulled a third pipe off the bedside table and expertly began to light it, puffing it to life. I groaned as I felt Mike slam hard in my ass, hitting my now full bladder. My entire body shuddered as I desperately forced myself to close my eyes and will myself not to piss. “What’s wrong boy?” Mike said, gently rubbing his hand across my stomach, the pressure making me whimper as his cock pierced me deep, pressing down on my bladder from the other side. “Need to pee...” I groaned around the pipe, hauling on it hard and focusing on the sensation of the smoke as he continued to bruise and batter my guts. Both men chuckled, and Greg suddenly pulled out, giving my ass a few playful slaps as he got up. “We should move this to the bathroom then, boy,” Greg said, smiling and blowing a thick cloud of smoke at my face with a smile. Quietly, I got up, my bladder feeling full and uncomfortable as we moved to the large shower in the adjoining bathroom. I instinctively knelt down on the floor, looking at both men with a shy smile as they slowly played with their hard cocks. Greg was first, pulling my head by my hair to his wet, cum-slicked groin. He pulled the pipe out of my mouth after I took a deep puff, and gently forced my mouth open, before placing the meaty cum-frothed head in my mouth and groaned, letting out a steady stream of piss flow out. I immediately clamped my mouth down, sucking greedily and swallowing, enjoying the salty bitter rush on my tongue as I gulped greedily down. Slowly, I began to feel my stomach fill, Mike and Greg both grinning at me and gently brushing their hands through my hair, muttering happily as I smiled around Greg’s cock, now dripping the last few drops of hot piss on my tongue and pulling it out of my mouth. I turned, opening my mouth expectantly for Mike’s cock next, still feeling thirsty and horny, my cock now hard and throbbing when he chuckled and instead stuck the pipe back into my mouth, gently pulling me back up by my arm. “I wanna see you smoke the whole bowl while I piss fuck you, baby,” Mike replied, he said, smoke curling out of his mouth while he spoke. Nodding, I bent over, hauling hard and deep on the pipe, enjoying how full of smoke my lungs got as he gently pushed me over more and lined his dick up to my waiting hole, shoving it in hard and fast and waited. I didn’t have to wait long as I smoked, before I began to feel the hot rush of heat in my ass, my guts filling as he groaned happily. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered, gently rubbing my back as he pissed. “Take my dirty poz piss up that neg slut hole.” I groaned in reply, feeling my hole begin to flood, enjoying the idea of his dirty piss mixing with the toxic cum in my ass. “Smoke that pipe down for your daddies,” Greg cheered on, standing next to Mike and slowly jacking his hard cock slowly as he too smoked his pipe hard and fast, flooding the enclosed space of the shower with smoke. After a minute or two, Mike shuddered a few times, before leaning over and turning my face towards his, blowing a thick cloud of smoke at me as he gently began to rub my piss filled abdomen, feeling bloated and full. “Hold it all in for daddy,” he whispered around the pipe, gently starting to pull out as he spoke. “Fuck, I feel so full daddy.” He chuckled, as did Greg, as he turned me around and grabbed my hip and gently began to press his thumb into my bladder, making me gasp in pain and pleasure. Looking down, I realized the cage was now removed. I hadn’t even noticed they had done so while I was sleeping. “Go ahead and piss all over yourself for us, boy,” Mike said, puffing hard and blowing the smoke in my face. I nodded, letting out a weak groan as my dick suddenly began spraying its golden stream all over them and me, hauling harder still on the pipe and I greedily sucked each lungful of thick, creamy smoke into my lungs. After a full minute, my dick finally started to just drip, whimpering slightly as I tried desperately to keep the contents of my piss filled bowels inside. Finally, with a jolt, I finally felt my bladder was empty and smiled hazily as they each kissed me, swapping a lungful of smoke before Greg gave my ass a solid smack. “Go empty that hole on the toilet and come back in the shower when you're done,” Mike said, opening the door and glancing at the toilet next to it. I obeyed happily, groaning in relief as my bowels emptied out, almost completely clean as they slowly made out, swapping smoke as they waited. Finally satisfied, I hopped back up, giving the toilet a flush and hopped back in, eager to see what would happen next. I didn’t need to wait long, as Mike now bent me over again, fucking my ass furiously as we all continued to smoke out pipes. I watched as Greg slowly back up against my cock, spreading his asscheeks as he looked back and smiled around his pipe. “Give daddy your load in his hole. It needs some fresh spunk from those neg balls of yours,” he groaned, slowly pushing against it as I felt his warm ass envelope my hard cock. We fucked for a long time, my mind relishing the feeling of both fucking and being fucked as we each smoked in silence, each of us grunting and groaning as we fucked. I finally hit that sweet point of no return, feeling my ass clamp down on Mike’s cock as my balls began to ache and spewed my neg load deep in Greg’s firm, hairy ass. My lungs constantly flooded with smoke as I shot deep inside. Moments later, Mike groaned as well, and the feeling of that slick warmth flooded my hole. “Fuck yeah, fucking take my toxic spunk, baby boy,” he moaned, slamming as hard as he could, making my cock drool even more as he jabbed his large cock hard against my prostate, making me moan and cry out, “Fucking take every drop and let it knock your sexy ass up.” I gasped at the repeated assault on my guts, groaning and whimpering until finally, he pulled out with a satisfied sigh. Mike quickly spun me around, and Greg happily shoved his cock in next, Mike and I both hauling hard on our pipes and swapping smoke until finally Greg too tensed up. “Here’s another dirty load boy, gonna knock you up good and deep,” he moaned, slamming hard and finally shoved in hard, forcing his cock as deep as it could go. I could feel as he shot with each slam, my ass aching with each jab. Finally, with a resounding growl in the small enclosed space, he slammed forward one last time and pulled out. A few drops of cum fell out of my hole, and we all looked down at the pink tinged cum on the shower floor. “Fuck yeah,” Greg said, rubbing my ass and squeezing it, “Looks like that piss fuck tore you up good. No way our DNA isn’t in you now.” I smiled happily, loving the idea of their cum and virus working its way inside me, given the perfect path to infection, and first locked lips with Greg and then Mike as we swapped smoke, the piss on my body now cool. Greg stepped out, quickly walking into the bedroom as Mike turned on the water, letting the warm spray wash over both of us as we smoked, Mike smiling when Greg returned with the large plug that was in my ass. I spun around and bent forward slightly, letting the water slick my skin as the plug was shoved back in, trapping the cum inside me to work its magic. After a few minutes, we finished showering, and stepped out, Mike and Greg toweling themselves off first and then me. Finally happy we were dry, we all walked back into the bedroom and laid down, smoking our pipes as Mike and Greg played with my cock and theirs. Occasionally, I felt Mike or Greg press down on my stomach, the plug pressing almost painfully against the walls of my guts, sliding around in the cum inside of me. “So, boy,” Greg finally said, blowing a cloud of pipe smoke in my face as he spoke, “Feeling better?” I nodded, sighing out a cloud of smoke in reply, smiling before I spoke. “Yeah, I’m glad you guys came back and loaded me up.” Mike and Greg shared a look, before Mike spoke. “We were wondering if you want to go even further?” I looked at both of them expectantly, waiting for Mike to continue. “We have a very close and important friend wanting to come over to sample your ass before he goes to the bathhouse. Saw your videos online and said he wanted to sample that hole of yours and see if he can add a load to it this week” I nodded, before replying. “Sure, my ass is always hungry.” Mike smiled, as if expecting this before continuing. “We also wanted to see if you’d be open to maybe making your first bathhouse trip with us? See about how many loads that ass can take?” I paused, at first against the idea. “We’d still have anyone without our strain bag it up,” Greg explained, gently tugging on my cock as he spoke, “But we would love to see that ass of yours taking countless loads and cocks, really rough it up and get flooded with bugs before we come home. Lock your dick up and let you use your ass to cum. We’ll be with you the whole time, that way you aren’t overwhelmed. You can smoke there too, so you’ll get to feed your lugs as well.” I sat for a second. The idea did sound hot, and it wasn’t like other guys weren’t already doing that on the app. But was I ready for something like that? To be used nonstop like that for hours? “Would… would I be able to stop it when I don’t want anymore?” I whispered, puffing on my pipe introspectively. Mike spoke first, with Greg nodding as he spoke. “Sure boy. We just want this to be a trial run for the end of the summer. Maybe go every few weeks and see how many loads you can work up to taking. And with a hot little body and looks like yours, you won’t need to look hard for guys wanting to dump inside you.” I sat and thought about it, hauling on the pipe and letting the smoke curl out of my mouth, and finally nodded. “Ok, but only your strain inside me until I convert… right? I want yours to be the one to convert me.” They both nodded, looking pleased at my response. Mike grabbed my pipe, before locking lips with me and kissing me deeply, swapping smoke with me. Greg did the same, and after we all finished our pipes, they set them aside, and we all laid back down and shut off the lights. As I laid there, drifting to sleep in their arms, I let my mind wander into slumber as to what I could expect in the near future.

I got into work. The Professor, the secretary and one other student hire was there. I did my work and finished my shift. Leaving I felt the Professor look me over as I left. As I was walking down the hallway I felt the back of my leg being wet. I wiped it and smelled it. I realized it was Rick's cum leaking out of my ass. I walked right into the next bathroom and went into a stall. The back lower area almost between my legs were wet. I licked my fingers and yes it was his cum. I got toilet paper and wiped my ass. Then I used it to wipe my shorts. Luckily it was a dark grey but you could still see it if you looked closely. I got it mostly dried out and then left. I went to my classes and finished the day. I picked up a burger and fries and went home. As I ate and drank a beer, the house was kid of quiet without Rick. I watched some TV and then fell asleep. I woke up on the couch, turned off the TV and went into my bedroom. On my pillow was some clothes. They weren't mine so I picked them up. And then it hit me the smell. It was Rick's undershirt and his underwear. Both were well worn and had his scent. I inhaled them and started to get aroused. I texted him and thanked him for leaving his clothes. R- I thought you would like it. I had to leave you something to remember me. D- How could I forget you. I miss you already. R- You horny arent you. D- How could I not be smelling you. R-Jack off for me I pulled down my underwear and started to jack off then put his shirt on my face to smell him. Next I stuck two fingers in me. They felt good. D- Jacking off and fingering myself. R- Good boy. How does it feel? D- Ok, but I miss your cock. R- Yeah you miss Daddy's cock? D- Yes fucking me, stretching me, and filling me R- and? D- And your cum. This morning walking to class you were leaking out of me. I had to clean my shorts R- LOL R- Id fuck you right now if I were there D- I wish you were I need cock bad R- Yeah your pussy all wet and needs a cock to fill it? D- yes R- Yes what? D- Yes my pussy is all wet with your cum and I need cock to fill it R- Go to the drawer next to my bed. You will find a dildo and lube. I want you to fuck yourself with it and think of me. Take a video and send It to me. Now. I rushed to the drawer and lube. There were other things like a brown bottle and some bands and other stuff I didnt recognize. I got back to the room, set up my phone to take a video and lubed up the dildo and stuck it in. The dildo wasn't that large. Maybe 5 inches and not that thick but it was better than my fingers. I started to work the dildo in me and fuck myself hard. I used my other hand to jack off. After a few minutes I shot my load all over my stomach. I cleaned it up with my fingers and licked myself clean. I turned off my camera and emailed the video to him. D- Sent Daddy A minute later R- Good boy. How did that feel? D- It felt good better than my fingers but not as good as your cock. R- Yeah nothing is as good as that. You want more? D- Yes Daddy. More what? R- Cock D- Yes but you are on a trip. R- You trust me right? D- Yes Daddy. R- You have come a long way and clearly you need cock in your pussy. Am I right? I paused D- Yes I do R- Are you still on PEP? D- Yes R- Good D- ? R- It is always your choice and I am fine either way on your decision. For these next few days that I am gone, you need to keep taking your PEP. Ok? D- Yes Daddy R- Promise me you will take it everyday and text me when you do. Ok? D- I promise and I will R- Good. Now here is what I want to suggest. Have you ever been to an Adult Book Store? D- You mean the ones that have porn in the booth and you pay in the booth? R- Yes D- Yes I have a few times in high school R- You horny boy you;) R- I want you to go there and let any guy fuck you. D- You sure? I was taken aback by the idea. Letting random strangers fuck me. D- Is this safe? R- That is why you take the PEP. That made sense. R- You said the dildo doesnt satisfy you right? D- yes R- that it doesnt feel as good as a cock right? D-yes R- and tha you want a cock in your pussy right? D-yes R-Good then tonight or tomorrow got to the ABS on the other side of town and have your fill of cock. And then report back to me ok. R- And don't forget to take your PEP. Ok? D-Ok Daddy R- Goodnight my beautiful Dan and go and enjoy yourself. Listen to your body.

Sorry guys, I’ve been living that high life. Here’s the recap… we just blasted off and sent us into a daisy chain of cock and ass, breeding hungry holes, and me on my back sucking my cum out of a beautiful hairy hole. I flip onto my back and he squats down presenting me with a beautiful hairy puffy pink hole. I can see my cum starting to dribble out and stick my tongue up and into his ass. He’s moaning edging me on, fuck yeah, eat my ass when I feel the bed shift. He leans forward and grabs my legs back exposing my cock and ass. I feel a finger poking around in my sloppy hole, then two, then three and a familiar burning as one of the daddy’s is pushing a shard into my hole. Fuckkkkkk I love a booty bump and my hole is ravenously hungrier than I’ve ever felt as it melts against and into me. I hear the otter say he’s ready and I feel one finger, then another, and another is added… fuck I’m up to four now. Daddy’s working my ass opening me up, stretching my hole open with each in and out of his fingers. Soon I feel his thumb and knuckles slowly and methodically in and out. My ass feels so open and soon I feel him pushing his fist into me. I’ve never been fisted it’s always been a fantasy of mine, but it’s never happened. All too soon I feel him literally pop his hand into me and fuckkkkkkkkkkk my ass has never felt so full. He lets his fist sit inside me and my cock is a river of precum. Daddy takes my precum and lubes his meaty paw. He’s literally fisting me with my precum and his load. I’m in fucking ecstasy. I distinctly remember thinking to myself, this is what I was made for as he begins pulling out than back in. My ass is literally so open, so full, so hungry. I look over and see the otter riding the other daddy’s dick. Daddy pulls all the way out and my ass in equal measure never felt emptier and hungrier. Daddy pushes his hand back inside me, and I feel my hole stretching as he pushes his cock into my ass and starts fucking / jerking off inside me. I’m in pig heaven, I’m swirling hard and lost in sensation and any sense of time as daddy starts pounding away at his hand. I can literally feel his cock getting thicker in my ass as he’s pumping away. He begins to grunt and moan and soon I feel him pushing his seed so fucking deep into my guts. I’m coming down from that trying to catch my breath when I hear, “Well, what the fuck do we have here?” I turn my head to see who and where this new voice is. Only to find it’s a client of mine, Dean. I begin to panic while he eyes the room and begins stalking towards the pipe. Without taking his eyes off me he slowly melts the Tina until a whiff of smoke appears takes a hit and walks over to me and shotguns that sweet smoke into my mouth. To be clear 1) I’ve never mixed business with pleasure 2) to best of my knowledge this man is straight, married white picket fence and all. All of this begins to fade as he pushes his tongue against mine and takes my hand placing it on his hard cock. My mouth softens and I moan into him as he teases his fingers softly down my chest, my cock and balls and meets the daddy’s hand and cock still buried into my wrecked hole sliding a finger alongside and in. He breaks our kiss, sliding another finger in and says, “I always thought you were a slam pig, and now you’re my slam pig.” He pulls his fingers out takes another hit and shotguns the otter while he’s still riding the daddy’s dick. Dean takes another hit and shotguns into the daddy fucking the otter, and another hit shotgunning into the daddy who’s hand is still buried knuckles deep and finally returns to me this time he takes my cock in his mouth as he exhales his cloud.

Let's not forget about TasP. Before PrEP the one known preventative, identified by multiple partner studies; is Treatment as Prevention. It is one of the reasons that even off PrEP, the risk of getting infected is still quite low. In recent years TasP was rebranded to U=U. For years the other STI's just showed up every two or three years. And while inconvenient; fairly easily dealt with.

no question the pull of Poz is always strong and gets stronger with every poz load

totally agree since I discovered piss play, having a guy piss deep in your hole is an amazing sensation

Yup, "the pull of Poz is strong, and the Brotherhood is calling..." Chasin boy here...over 3 weeks w/o PrEP...and horny AF for a hot Poz cock and a thick, creamy toxic load!!!🍆💦☣️☣️

Puuli’s Introduction to Sexual Servitude Paulie awoke and it took him a minute to come to the realization that he was here, in the trailer, somewhere in n the middle of the Appalachians. Behind him, he heard Papi snoring, but as he tried to slip out of bed, the big man, his owner and master, put his long arm out and pulled him in tight. Even asleep, the big thick cock was hard , nestled in the crack of Pauli’s perfect, shapely, generously globed ass. Pauli could feel the lean muscle of Papi’s arms and perfect pecs, and the washboard abs he found so sexy. Pauli sighed, and blew out his breath upward, making the light blonde curls—Papi kept Pauli’s hair a bit long, so he could use it as reigns as he pounded the small blonde’s hole all around the old trailer, across the yard, or in the modern dungeon and bedroom in the underground compound concealed by the big, run-down, barn. Pauli hated that he found Papi insanely attractive. He hated the way one look at the man’s monster 10 inch cock, made his own little five incher jump, how it made him want to put his feet in the air and pull his boypussy apart and beg for it. And Pauli hated that Papi made him do just that—he’d fill Pauli’s hole with some of the meth his gang sold, and then act like nothing was up, cleaning one of his many weapons with those muscular thighs parted until, in his desperation, Pauli would crawl on his hands and knees between them, staring at the cock, and beg: “Papi, please, let me suck it, make it so hard, fuck me, please papi.” Pauli had not come to Papi willingly, but now he would never leave willingly. He couldn’t. He was addicted. Not just to the constant supply of chems, but to the Cock. The ten-inch, uncut, rock-hard ugly monster that was thicker than both of his wrists put together. He spent nearly every waking moment pleasuring Papi’s cock with his boypussy or his mouthpussy. And when he wasn’t, he was either pleasuring some other cruel man’s massive cock or dreaming of Papi—his big hands slapping his face, spanking his little bubble butt, punching his stomach or his asshole, how the muscles of his arms flexed and dripped with sweat when he beat Paulie with his belt or a wide leather strap. And Papi was the definition of insatiable—he came inside Pauli’s ass or mouth at a minimum of two times per day, often three, and very often five or six times. No, Paulie could get meth most anywhere, but there was only one Papi and only his big, fat, cruel Latino cock. He’d come to be a slave here because his deadbeat mother owed the gang money, and given the choices of whoring herself out or trading away her eldest son, she of course, chose herself. Before the transaction could be completed, though, the men had taken Pauli into the bathroom and forced him to strip. When he tried to resist, one of them slapped him hard across the face and then they tore off his clothes. One of them walked around him while a deep, accented voice directed him and his friend, who was manipulating Pauli like he was some sex doll. “Stand back and slowly walk around so I can see all of him.” “Lift up the little cock so I can see his balls.” “Let me see his hole. He a virgin? Check for me.” At this last one the big Latino who was handling him slicked up a finger with spit and rammed it in. Pauli cried out and the big man clamped his hand around Pauli’s mouth. “Sure seems like it. Ain’t seen a ho this tight since my last little bitch on the inside,” the big man said. A minute later Pauli groaned with relief as the big finger left the his hole. The voice on the phone spoke again, “Have Jose bring the boy to me. And if he’s not still a virgin when I get here I will personally cut off the balls and dick of whoever touched him and feed it to him while you all watch,you feel me?” “Yes boss. But can we use his mouth?” “Yes, you and two and Jose would save me some time in breaking him in,” the voice said, “But I don’t want him to get here and look a mess from you hitting him too hard.” Pauli was in shock, and it didn’t resist when the men swiftly gagged and blinded him and cuffed his wrists behind his back. He heard one of the men finalizing the deal with his mom and then cool air as they hustled them out the side door of their run-down house and into some sort of vehicle. He thought he was in the back of an SUV, but he couldn’t move—they’d cuffed him with his arms and legs in an X lying on his back. The next couple of days were a blur. At first he was in some sort of old warehouse, locked in a small room. It had a small cot, a sink and a toilet. They always left a bottle of water for him. Every morning they gave him a sandwich and another water and some vitamins. In the afternoon, the men would come and he would suck them off. If he resisted, hard slaps and belly punches were given until he’d obey. They were pleased to see that he wasn’t a complete novice, and on the second day (he thought) when he’d started cooperated they filmed him and sent it to their boss. Finally the next morning, Jose appeared to drive him to meet the boss. The man was a Dominican giant with a very fat, 9 inch black cock. Pauli tried to service him, but he couldn’t get much in his mouth. So Jasper fixed his wrists and neck in place, put in a mouth spreader, and fucked and fucked Pauli’s mouth until he came. He then forced Pauli to take his first ever load of piss. Pauli had a really hard time with this, and Jose just laughed “The boss wants me to prepare you for some of your daily chores so you’ll fucking learn. You’ll see.” The trip took about two and half days. Pauli remained in the back of the van, cuffed and blindfolded. Instead of taking proper pit stops, he found remote roads in isololated areas and then laughed as Pauli did his business. At every stop, Pauli was bound and using a urinal gag, Jose made him drink his piss. For each of the two nights, they’d stay in some cheap hotel, and he’d bathe Pauli and then Pauli spent at least a couple of hours receiving stern guidance on blow job technique and pleasuring a top man’s asshole. “We’re here slut,” Jose said. Pauli was groggy—he’d been dosing in the dark van, so bored sleep that seemed preferable—and he blinked his eyes open. The blindfold was already off and the sunshine was bright. “Hey boss,” Jasper called, “Brought your new property, like you asked.” A few minutes later, a tall Latino, lean and very muscular came into view. The Boss was tall—probably 6’3”—and shirtless. He wasn’t built like a body builder, but reminded Pauli of something more dangerous, like a panther. His skin was a deep olive, and most of his torso and left arm were covered in ink. He had a narrow waist, and washboard abs. Following the clearly-defined v of his torso down, Pauli gulped. The bulge in his trousers was thick and very long, much longer than Jose, That was probably going to hurt. The Boss didn’t even glance at him. He embraced Jose, “He give you any trouble on the way?” Jose smiled, “Nah, he was a good boy. Isn’t great with his piss drinking, but a few more days with a urinal gag and he’ll be good. And he’s got a hot mouth. Natural-born faggot—I came in his mouth two to three times every night and he lapped it up like his whore mother’s milk.” Finally the Boss looked at him. He strode over, the big snake in his pants already starting to fill out, “That true, you born a faggot, boy?” The man’s masculinity was overwhelming, the smell of his sweat intoxicating. Pauli was speechless for a minute, and then the Boss started laughing, his big hand enveloping Pauli’s embarrassingly tiny and mortifying hard cock. “No need to answer that one, I got it right here.” Then the hand swiftly moved down, enclosing Pauli’s little balls in the big hand which crushed them, hard. Pauli screamed. The Boss just grinned. He spoke low and with menace, “When I ask you a question, you answer immediately. You will always says “sir” or “Papi” when addressing me. Is that clear, boy?” “Yes, sir,” Paulie replied, then he began to whine as the big man, his new Papi, squeezed his balls a little more. Papi circled the handcuffed boy, admiring his thin, pale body. Pauli had the defined abs and muscular legs of a California skateboarder—one of the few recreations he could afford—because of that, despite his twinks body he had a well-developed ass and good definition all over his middle and lower body. Touching the boys slender bicep, Papi said, “We’ll work on this body a bit, even you out. But I like a big ass and for a little white skater twink, you got a great butt.” He stood behind the boy, leaning down a bit , his big manly arms around the twinks neck. He started nibbling on Pauli’s right ear. Jose grinned, “Okay boss I will head out, looks like you’re going to be occupied.” Papi stopped nibbling. “I will wire you money for transit and expenses through our secure account.” He continued, “As I bonus for doing this, I texted you the address of a hot little former quarterback who’s one of my big earners. He’s a white boy who craves black and Latin cock. He’s all set up with party supplies and will keep you happy for as long as you like.” Jose grinned and started to thank his Boss, but Papi was already headed to the run-down barn, his big hands spanking the little white boy hard, making him squeal. When they got to the barn, Papi set Pauli down and pulled out a piss- and cum-stained pair of briefs. He tied them around Pauli’s eyes, and the crotch was over Pauli’s nose. The smell of the man’s sweat and piss was making Pauli incredibly horny, despite his anger and terror at being made a captive. The big Latino entered the barn, and closed the door. Pauli heard numbers being entered into a keypad and mechanical whirring. Seconds later Papi picked him up again and he felt them going down some stairs. The basement was cool, with well-filtered air. Papi walked him down what seemed like a hallway, a brief pause as another access code was entered, and he sat Pauli down on a padded floor and removed the blindfold. Papi immediately moved off to Pauli’s right and Pauli heard him rattling around in some drawers. Pauli looked around the room and was immediately scared. One wall was mirrored, with a sling (he knew the word from porn, of course) and then something else he knew to be a fuckbench. On the longer wall adjoining it was a big X shaped thing, like everything else it outfitted with restraints for hands and feet and other body parts. Next to the X there was a white peg board, with all kind of leather paddles, whips, straps, sets of ball gags and cuffs. He heard Papi laugh, “Keep turning, you are just getting to my favorite part.” Pauli turned and his eyes widen widened with alarm. The shorter wall opposite had shelves and shelves of butt toys of all shapes and sizes, from the merely large to horrifyingly gigantic. He recognized dildos and plugs from porn and from Twitter, but he had no idea what some of those things did. There were also all kinds of other devices—metal, rubber—which he had no idea what they were for. Suddenly he felt the big man behind him again and for the first time felt his huge naked cock pushed into his butt. “Don’t worry baby, Papi will go slow,” he whispered, “but you should know each those shelves is three toys deep.” The his voice turned stern, “And eventually you experience every single one of those instruments of pleasure and torture and will take every butt toy on that wall to the base. If you don’t,you will be punished. And then we will start again Is that clear, boy?” Pauli gulped, sweating, “Yes, Papi.” Papi grabbed a clear water bottle he’d had on the floor, filled it with orange liquid. He put the drinking tube in Pauli’s mouth and fed the boy several ounces of bitter, salty, orange Gatorade. Papi grinned, “Good boy. You’ll get used to the taste. Just a little GHB to help you relax.” He brought the boy over to the shower area and handcuffed him to a bar, facing a mirrror on one wall and spread his legs wide on a spreader bar. “I always like to see a boys face when I hurt them” Papi said, “Turns me the fuck on.” For the next 45 minutes, Papi administered larger and deeper enemas to Pauli. After the boy’s hole was clean deep inside—it didn’t take long beecause for the last 24 hours all he’d been allowed to eat was smoothies, semen, and piss. Then he started filling the boy up until his stomach bloated and pluggging his hole. He untied his hands and bound him tightly with his arms back, forcing his back to arch and the big enema visible across his little abs. Then Papi started punching the boy in the abs, making his stomach cramp and roil. Finally, he attached tight tit clamps to the boys erect nipples and punched again. After delivering six hard blow, he reached up and ripped the clamps off. Pauli screamed and convulsed and the plug and water came shooting out. Without saying a word, Papi began threading the sure shot deep in the boys guts filling the boys entire colon with even more water than before. The gorgeous little twinks stomach bulged and the cramps began before he pulled the house into the inner rectum and filled it so full the boy was shaking and groaning in pain. He then popped in an inflatable and blew it up just enough to make the boy groan. He quickly removed the spreader bar—it would get in the way of the coming fuck and hoisted the boy up so he was hanging from the ceiling by his wrists. He then walked over and grabbed a fully loaded point, with more than he usually gave a newbie. He wanted the boy begging for abuse sooner rather than later. Papi said in a low, matter-of—fact tone, “I own you. You are nothing but a set of holes, both always available for my cock, my cum, my piss, and my spit. Your body is just there to support your holes, and to provide me pleasure by hurting you.” With that last he reached out and grabbed Pauli’s mouth and kissed him roughly, then spitting in his mouth and all over his face. “Your master is goning to give you your first dose of Tina,” he said darkly, bringing the syringe up in his strong right arm, “I am going to show you your true nature, tonight, and every night for the rest of your life. You will experience sexual pleasure that you will find as addictive as the drug itself.” Papi stepped back and put the needle in his own arm, filling the vial with his blood. Then shaking it, he stepped forward and looked Pauli straight in the eye. “Beg me for the gift of my charged DNA, slave, beg me to make you poz.” Pauli at first didn’t speak, his eyes wide with fear and longing. And then he realized, in his heart of hearts he wanted nothing more than to submit to this dominant stud. He wanted to be used and abused, he wanted to experience what the young twinks in his favorite porn did when they were roughly fucked, and slapped around. He’d always wondered at their expression of pure bliss, even when they were getting treated like dirt. He looked Papi straight in the eyes and said, “Please, Papi, sir, my master, please use me as you see fit. Teach me to please your god-like body and your god-like cock.” Papi smiled. The boy seemed sincere but he was also rolling on some g. But no matter if the boy meant it—or even said it—Papi would use the boy. He walked up and held the needle to the boys vein, “Don’t move your head, or this will damage you.” He then expertly gave the boy a big shot of Tina mixed with his own charged blood, the boys eyes grew wide, and Papi barely got the needle out before he began to cough loudly. Within seconds he was truly begging, begging for the big cock to pierce his virgin butt. Papi walked behind the boy, greasing up his cock with Tina-laced lube. He went behind the boy and pulled the tight, round cheeks apart and ripped the buttplug from, the boys hole. Papi stood aside as water streamed out. The big Latino hosed the boy off and made sure any waste was down the drain. He stood in front of the boy, hanging now for, just his hands in the ceiling. Picked up his little muscular legs and lined up his cock. “This is going to be so much fun.” Papi sunk his big cock into Pauli slowly and surely. Pauli’s blue eyes grew wide, “Oh…owww…oh please, go slowly, please.” Papi grinned evilly and said, “No can do slut, this is my hole and I claim it.” Papi did stop when his huge swollen cockhead reached Pauli’s tender inner hole. He planned to fuck the boys outer hole first, opening him up, before teaching the boy about true deep fucking. Papi settled in for a nice long fuck, delivering slow strokes that just touched at the boys inner gate. Soon, the Tina began to set Pauli free, and his true bottom pig nature won out. Soon he was begging, “Please sir, please sir, harder. Use your hole, open my pussy.” Papi fucked and fucked, pounding the boy, changing his angles and stretching his new boycunt. He could famously fuck for a long, long time, having almost superhuman control over when he came. So he railed the boy for about 45 minutes, teaching the boy to grip his big rod tightly on the outstroke and looser on the instroke. If Pauli failed to do this, he got a hard slap to his face. Paul learned to open his mouth so Papi could spit in his mouth. Pauli was in heaven. The drugs made his ass so hungry and the man fucking him was a fantasy come true. He no longer cared he’d been sold by his mother, all he cared about was pleasing this Latino sex machine. Papi, for his part, decided he wanted to come. And there was no better place to do it then in his new slaves tight inner ring. Papi pulled his hips back quickly, his big cockhead leaving Pauli’s hole with a loud squelch. Pauli cried out, “NO, please, sir, don’t stop don’t stop.” Papi said nothing, just grinned, and then he snapped his hips forward, hard, skewing the boy until his giant cock was buried balls deep. Pauli screamed, eyes wide, as the thick ten inches sunk through his second hole. Papi grinned, and realized he’d hit the jackpot—the boys anus was on the short side, 6 inches, meaning the most sensitive part of his cock—the giant head, glans, and upper body—were buried four inches into the tight velvety smoothness of the lower sigmoid. “That, boy, is your second hole. That hole and all the other rings for the entire length of your colon belong to me and to anyone I whore you out to. Right now, I am taking just the first part of your second hole.” With that he pulled his cock out about five inches, exiting the second ring and then immediately slammed back in. “But all of your hole belongs to me, and you will give every single inch of your colon to me. Not all today, not all tomorrow, but little by little, week by week, I will claim your hole. All of it, shoulder deep.” Pauli knew he should be horrified, protesting, but he had to admit, the big warm cock felt amazing in him. It hurt like hell but he knew he deserved to be taken, to be used, it was his destiny. He could feel the drugs rewriting his brain, could feel his hole start to caress the massive cockhead, start to rekindle that primal need he had for a hard fuck. Papi felt it too—he was expecting it—and he smiled and said in a low voice, “Push out, like you are taking a dump , it will make it easier and let me fuck you deeper, then grip hard on the outstroke, show Papi’s cock you don’t want it to go.” And so for about 10 heavenly minutes, Papi raped Pauli’s virgin inner hole. The boy was so hot, Papi came long before he wanted, his toxic cum spurting ropes and ropes inside the boy. As he pulled out, he saw his cock was a little pink. Good, he’d convert the boy sooner if he bled. Papi loosened the boys bonds and Pauli collapsed on the floor. Without saying a word, Papi strode over to one of his big reclining thrones, that displayed his big cock and tight asshole for twinks to service. Settling in, he grabbed one of the freshly loaded pipes he had all around the room and began to light up. “Get over here slave, and clean my cock and worship daddy’s manly ass. Make it feel good or I will crop you little butt.” After alwardly crawling over to service his lord’s cock, Paulo tried. But he had trouble. Papi’s cock was massive and he was relatively inexperience. In response, his new master got up and held him up tightly by his throat and cropped his cock and balls, beating the boy hard until Pauli was in tears. Satisfied the boy knew how much pain he could give him, Papi dropped the boy who lay crumpled on the floor. He walked over to one his wall racks and grabbed a mouth spreader. When Pauli resisted, Papi growled and grabbed the crop. He leaned down and spread the boys cheeks and beat his sore asshole, delivering 15 stinging hard leather slaps to the tender, freshly-deflowered ring. After the first five, Pauli began to beg, saying he would try better. But Papi was merciless, counting down from 15, each strike harder than the last. Pauli was quivering and sobbing as Papi reinserted the ring and stretched the boys mouth so hard the boys jaw ached. Papi leaned back in his chair again, and using the boys mouth like a living fleshlight, began to pleasure himself with his new boys mouth. Pauli gagged and retched, but Papi in no way responded. The boy needed to learn that he wasn’t a person, he was a hole. Boring of this position, Papi stood and carried the boy—his face already covered in phlegm—and placed him with his head hanging over the edge of one of the little fuck beds. And then Papi really began to facefuck the little twink. Papi edged himself like this for probably 45 minutes. He figured the boy had probably passed out a few times from lack of air, but he just kept on fucking, delivering long brutal punching strokes deep into the boys throat. From time to time he’d punch or squeeze the boys little balls, enjoying the way screaming made his cock penetrate deeepr down the twinks slender throat. Keeping up a steady attack on the boys nuts, already starting to swell, Papi thrust deep into the boy’s gullet and came again, big ropes of cum filling the boy, who gurgled and gagged beneath the big Latin. Now Papi paused to catch his breath, his insatiable cock barely loosing any blood, and then he began to piss, moving his cock up so it rested on the boys tongue, loving the way the boys tongue involuntarily shuddered at the strong taste. Papi prolonged the piss as long as he could. Then wordlessly, he pulled out, and removed the mouth spreader from the boys mouth. He then threw the boy over onto his stomach on the bed and cuffed his hands behind his back. He walked over to the chair and grabbed his crop, and a big vial of Tina, and then grabbed the inflatable plug and some laced libe the boy had taken earlier. He walked over the boy, picked his head up, and said, “Open your mouth pussy.” When Pauli complied, Papi pushed his still semi-hard cock in all the way, sighing in blisss. He then leaned over—not carrying if it hurt the boys neck—and spread the boys checks and delivered five super cruel lashes of the crop to the little hole. Pauli screamed in pain—while it came out like a loud gurgle around Papi’s now rock hard cock—but again, that just allowed Papi’s fat ten inches to find deeper purchase. Papi selected several big rocks and pushed them into the boy hole, enjoying the sensation the boy’s throat caused as he shouted again from the paibain. Lining up the toy, he slide it home and began pumping. He pumped it just enough to fill the boy. Papi immediately yanked his cock out of the boy’s throat and walked backwards, seating himself in one of his big comfortable thrones, which placed his cock and ass—muscle cheeks wide open—in perfect position for his new little slave to worship with his mouth. Pointing down, Papi said, “Serve, slave bitch.” The boys eyes were alight with the dark desires fuedl by the Tina, and he struggled forward on his knees, looking with naked hunger at the big cock. As he moved forward to engulf it in his mouth, he was brutally slapped. “Not my cock. Serve my sweaty ass, bitch, get in there and clean it up.” About 30 minutes later, Pauli was as deep as his little, exhausted tongue could reach into his master’s hard ass. Saliva and phlegm from another brutal facefuck covered his sweet face, and Papi was using the boy’s mouth juice as lube as he enjoyed the boys abject service. Right, he thought, time to fuck. Abruptly standing up, he used his big feet to push the boys neck to the ground. “Get that fat ass up, arch your back, and keep your head on the ground.” He grabbed his vial of Tina but no lube—the boys thick phlegm should work fine. Standing behind the boy, he realized the big inflatable was still in. How had he forgot about that? Kneeling down and jacking his cock, he began to press on the pump bulb, enjoying Pauli’s increasingly desperate moans. Finally he achieved his goal. The little twinks hole couldn’t contain the huge thing and with shriek the boys asshole expelled the giant toy with a rush, spraying pink lube and cum everywhere. Pauli’s hole was already beginning to look it had been cunted, but Papi knew better: he hadn’t even begun to cunt the bitch. Picking out a nice rock from his vial, he pushed it into his piss slit. It burned a little, and he could feel the Tina. He smiled darkly, because he knew the boypussy he was gonna fuck would feel the burn more. With an expert hand he spread the boys cheeks with his left hand as his right hand lined up his preferred cuntimg tool, his dark monster cock, I’m the boys new cunt. Wordlessly he snapped his hips forward, mercilessly driving the cock in to the root. The boy was wordless for a second, and his back arched up even more as he brought his head of the floor to give a cry of anguish, but before that could happen, Papi had already pulled his cock already out and was delivering another cruel punch fuck, the huge rock still not dissolved and burning and scraping the full length of the boys ass a second time. Now Pauli paused, his cock throbbing as the boy cried out. “Fuuuck, burning hot poker, fat daddy cock fuck, hurts, burns, fucking tree trunk in my pussy.” Pauli grinned, gave a hard squeeze to his bladder knocking the rock off deep into the boys guts, tumbling a little burn of desire a little deeper. And then Papi began to fuck the boys second ring hard, jabbing his big tool into the burning hot space where the Tina dissolved, using it to spread the dissolving desire all around deep in the boys guts. Because he’d already come, he had even less trouble than usual extending this fuck, using the boys hole like he’d used a fleshjack to edge himself. But of course Papi had never had to use anything less than grade triple A live boypussy to edge himself. And so he fucked his new toy, changing positions every so often. He unbound the boys rest, and keeping his cock in place, he pushed the boy out flat, with one leg up, and fucked yet another deep place. Finally, when the boys legs were back to his ears, Papi pounding hi, at his deepest with his legs locked straight, fucking with his powerful abs and his body weight on his big arms Papi came again, his hot cum scalding the boy’s insides. Untold hours later—Papi hadn’t even bothered to look, but maybe 8 hours later—Papi’s hard throbbing cock was again buried deep into Pauli’s abused, loose hole. Pauli was prone beneath him, one leg up, and Papi’s upper body rested, turned at the only axis that mattered in Pauli’s head, where the cock that he worshiped entered his swollen hole. Papi moved slowly, savoring how every movement of his monster made the boy quiver. The boy was a mess. HIs nipples, swollen and sensitive from Papi’s sharp teeth, were pinched between the jagged points of a set of Papi’s most vicious titclamps. His gorgeous ass was bright red and purple, for he had been warmed up with the belt before taking the prison strap and then a three-tailed tawse. The cruel tips of the last one had shown Papi the new boys true nature. All night, as expected of a bottom slut, the boys small cock had been limp, drizzling precum and piss, but soft and shriveled. The minute the searing burn of the tawse hit his ass, Pauli had gotten rock hard. And then—and Papi had rarely seen this except on big masochistic muscle men—a slightly off-the-mark lash had wrapped itself between the boys checks, under his slightly upraise taint, and the tawse and struck the full length of the little hard cock, triggering a screaming, ecstatic orgasm for the twink. And finally they had ended up here, Pauli lost in a slow, rolling, wave of pleasure and pain. His entire focus was his hole and the cock that throbbed inside, and while he could feel the soreness of the welts and bruises on his back and ass, after his hole he felt his tits. He’d always had a sexual tie between his cock and his nipples, only able to come if he caressed his tits like a woman. But now the shifting stimulation as the pressure on them varied against the mat on the floor based on how much of Papi’s weight rested on him as the big cock slowly moved in and out of Pauli’s hole, stimulated both his hole and his sore cock, with its sizzling red tawse welt running the entire length of its underside. His only that was that he could be like this forever, sore, open and used, his entire mind and body mastered by the hunky Latino who fucked him like a delicate violin of pain and pleasure. Papi got up on his hands, grabbed the boys hip, and starting increasing his speed, pulling out and slamming in. Pauli was in agony, as the big cock punched his sore lips and drove deep into his colon. For about 10 minutes Papi continued this rough treatment, reminding the boy that he was nothing, that Papi ‘s cock was his lord and master. Then, lost in the ecstacy of the boys sore hole fluttering around his cock he allowed himself to come, shooting great burning ropes of his toxic seed, all up and down the quivering boys hole. Papi allowed himself a few moments rest, his weight wrapped around the boy. He stayed still, but the boy’s hole pulsed around his fat cock, as if it couldn’t decide if it hated the abuse or craved more. Papi smiled darkly. Lifting himself up on his arms, living his cock still buried tight in the boys soft, warm, velvet cunt, he grabbed the big vial and small plate he had set down earlier. He chose six big shards, each one bigger than the last, and set them in order on the plate. He then took a smaller vial of finely crushed powder and made a rather large pile next to the final shard. He lubed up his fingers and began to gently ,assuage the boys hole around his cock. At the same time, he slowly began to piss, giving the boy about one half of his bladder’s fill in his inner hole, and slid his cock out. He kept his right legged hooked over the boy, and used his free hand to position the smallest rock, and then slid it in. Using a single finger now, he rolled the little burning thing all aloud the boys inner ring. Pauli responded with a little cry but then his hole loosened slightly and he sighed in pleasure. Papi was very gently, soothing in his massage of the boypuss, and once the rock was absorbed into the bou, he grabbed the next one, and used two fingers to do the same. And so it went, Papi: rock, finger, absorb, massage, Pauli: cry out at the burn, coo in pleasure, open pussy. Papi prepared to pounce, positioning himself to straighten the boys legs and pin him down, he grabbed the largest rock, and slipped it in, then, turning his hand upright, he dumped the pile into his palm. Putting his fingers in the bird shape, he simultaneously drove his whole hand inside the hole and, with the other hand, straightened the boys left leg, and used his right leg to put himself on top of the boy, pinning him down. The boy was close to be open enough for fisting, but of course he wasn’t quite. A kinder man would have spent more time preparing the boy so the boy could give his hole. But Paulie needed to be taught that Master Papi took from Paulie, whether Pauli gave willingly or not. As the fist entered the boys ass, his boypussy ring shuddered in alarm, powerless to prevent the intrusion because it was just, oh so nearly stretched enough. The final result was brutal, total, control. Pauli was pinned from ankle to shoulder by the much larger man, his hole was filled—from rectum well into almost the second knuckle of the long hands in his second ring. The big shard had been pushed inside him deep into his second hole, burning a new path of dark, twisted desire deep within his ass. Pauli gave a hoarse cream, and his body was utterly rigid, his mouth gaping open in pain. It was not just the feeling of something enormous, bony, and hard jammed into his ass that was causing his body to react with shock and pain, it was the intense burn of the big shard the man was gently rolling around his inner space. Papi was utterly still, letting the boy realize how he’d been taken, then he leaned in and whispered darkly, “Who owns that pussy, slave?” Pauli struggled to speak, still lost in agony turning to hot desire, and finally croaked, “You, sir, you.” Papi waited several minutes, letting the huge dose of Tina take over the boy, and then he gently unfolded his hand, stretching the inner ring while depositing the big pile of finely crushed Tina into the boys hole as he began gently twisting his hand, distributing the a burning need. This time Pauli screamed—the crushed Tina was absorbed almost immediately, its burning hot and more intense. By this point the boy’s hole and received the equivalent of a massive slam. A fresh, intense sweat poured off him, and he began to quiver in sexual heat. He whined, and his hole begins to flutter around Papi’s hand. Papi return his hand to the bird shape and abruptly pulled out. Pauli cried out —he was still a bit sore, but complied immediately as Papi position him on his knees, head and arms resting flat against the floormat. Wordlessly, Papi slipped his hand back inside the boy. Again, there was a little moment when the ring tried to resist, but he went in fairly smoothly even as the boy cried out. Now, Papi began to gently fist, moving his hand around to make space. As soon as Pauli began to coo and push his little ass back, Papi changed tactics and abruptly pushed in slightly while cruelly stretching the boys inner ring. “You know why I love fisting, boy.” Papi mused idly, refolding his hand and returning to gently massaging the boypussy. “I can drive a boy wild, control him like a puppet, teach him who is master truly is.” And so Papi fisted his preciously-virgin 18-year old slave as the boy rode wave after wave of Tina-induced pleasure. Papi flipped him onto his back and got him in a sling, and gave him a bottle of poppers. The big Latino sex machine alternated between gently fisting the drove the boy crazy to hard stretching periods, making his hand bigger and bigger as he every so slowly pulled out. He didn’t go deep, and although he had periods of pulling out and pushing in, he didn’t teach the boy to be punched yet. Papi just enjoyed the abject surrender and submission on the boys face, a look he had seen on other young virgin twinks faces when he had deflowered them so totally—with slams, with his big cock, his cruel beatings, and then then final taking—fisting fucking the little sore boypussy right before it were really ready. Papi knew, the boy was now his, addicted to one person could take them on this hard, dark, journey. When Papi got bored with fisting, he fucked the boy, his big cock squelching in the loose, destroyed hole. He used dildos—none to long, but he paid no regard to how thick they were, patiently waiting as the boy groaned and his boypuss lips stretched thinner and thinner around the bigger and bigger toys. Papi was content for the boy to take just the head of the toys, letting the head just start to part the inner lips. Sometimes, though, he dropped a little shard in, alongside a tool with a particularly tapered head, and then as that kicked in, he’d have the boy do big, long, deep hits of poppers. On those time he would slide the dildo in, stretching the inner ring. Papi decided he did want to work the boys inner ring, he went back a half dozen sizes, dropped a pile of finely crushed Tina in, and as the boy began to quake, he pushed the toy in. He was gentle, but insistent, and soon all nine inches, a rigid toy a bit thicker than his cock times two, was buried in Pauli. This meant that not only was his second ring stretched, but areas that hadn’t been stretched in hours were forced open. Paulie lay there, panting, holding his legs wide, his face a mask of submission. Taking this as an open invitation, Papi slowly began to fuck the boy, building slowly in speed, wielding the hard thick toy with practiced expertise, moving the toy in new directions to stretch his inner ring and make more space. He kept at this for a good while, until the hole was good and loose. He lived his free hand by dipping it the tub of xlube he placed below the boy to catch the drips and overflowed, balled up his fist yanked the toy out and after the hole closed, he punched his fist in. Pauli cried out, his eyes wide with surprise and his body stuttered a minute as the colon began to accept the big fist. Papi stood still, smiling slightly, and let the boy’s body adjust. Once the hole had settled down, and he could see the hunger for it grow, he began to move his fist in and out, eventually pulling partially out to stretch the rectum and then pushing in on the second ring more insistently. Finally, satisfied the hole was loosening up, he collapsed his fist down in the bird shape and slid smoothly hot. Pauli was begging with his eyes, and Papi smiled. He balled his fist up and pushed in hard, collapsed his hand, pulled out, doing this over and over again. Pauli was a little wild minx, begging for abuse yet struggling, huffing on the poppers and groaning and crying out. After about 20 minutes Papi pushed the big fist in, collapse it, and pushed through the second ring. “I own this hole, don’t ever forget.” And Pauli just wordlessly stared, mouth open in a silent howl. As soon as the boy relaxed, Papi pulled out and repeated the sequence, hard square fist that turns into a collapsed bird shape before taking the boys second ring. Pauli was at first overwhelmed, with his mouth still agape and in a wordless howl. On the third deep punch, he shouted, “Fuuuuuuuuuck, Papi, fuuuuuuuck me.” And so fist and fuck his Papi did. For about 7 hours, Papi fisted his new boy. He was pleased the boy could take his punches so well. He didn’t try to take his balled fist through the boy second hole, but he loved to punch his outer hole. Then he would fuck the soft warm pussy, give it a big burning load of toxic sperm. load it with chempiss, and then start the gentle cycle of fisting up until he was hard punching the outer ring, sliding into a narrow bird shale to punch through the inner ring. He did this over and over, hour after hour, until the boy was a writhing mess. Finally, at the end of the last fisting cycle they ended up on the floor again, gently fucking, but this time Papi hand was wrapped around his big fat cock. Sometimes he pull his cock out, and just gently fist and stretch the boy, every motion sending painful delight through the boys cunt. Paulie was a goner, moaning softly, and then crying out when Papi would be a little aggressive and punch him a little harder. Hearing the boys cries, turned Papi on and he’d then slam his big cock in and fuck the boy a little harder. Papi. Used the boys sore swollen cuntlike a fleshlight, edging himself on, jacking his cock off inside, until after about 1.5 hour, seeing Pauli was beyond used up, Papi came again. He left the boy tied face down, spread eagle, masked and gagged, with a pussy full of chempiss and big pile of Tina, a big electric buttplug lodged inside. The buttplug played a program that started of gentle, rose to sharp jolt, harder and harder, and then ended with increasingly long periods of 1,2, 3, 4, and finally 5 long minutes of agonizing continuous burning electrical shock in his boy butt. After about an hour and a half, Papi came down and found the boy in a pool of sweat and his own piss. Reaching down, he took the boys mask off, disabled the program the program and set the thing on a low, throbbing pulse, He then grabbed a wide colllar that forced the boy to look up, put it on Pauli. Papi then grabbed some lube, a pipe and a comfortable chair and sit it where the boy could see. He then grabbed the controller and sat down and set the thing to max. He then set a timer for 10 minutes and sat and watched the boy suffer, screaming in agony as his new master jacked his big cock. Papi then got up and got a bigger control with a larger charged, changed it out, and amped it up to just one above previous and gave the boy another ten. He removed the gag, turned it up to 2 above the previous max, and set a timer for 15 minutes. As Pauli screamed and begged Papi brought himself to a resounding climax, catching it in his hand. Turning off the electro, the boy panting, with tears running down his cheeks, and Pauli desperately licked his Papi’s come, desperate for moisture. Seeing how dry the boy was, he gave the boy a load of piss, and for the first time the boy looked adoring at Papi, so great was his thirst. He picked the boy up—he couldn’t stand on his own, and suspended him in the shower. He gently watched him and then vigorously cleaned out his sore boypussy, his big insatiable cock rising again at the boy cries. He threaded the hose deep in the boy’s guts and fucked him again, enjoying the boys screams and feeling of water coming out of the boys hole as he fucked it in, until he came again. He finished cleaning the boy, gave him a Gatorade laced with relaxlents, and two sleeping pills. He tied the boy face down in the hard little bed, his arms spread. Drifting off with his little formerly-virgin boypuss stuffed tight with healing ointment and a rather large metal buttplug, Pauli was so exhausted he couldn’t think, laying there with his hole throbbing around the big plug. Finally, Pauli slipped into a deep deep dark sleep.

I woke up the next morning and took a shower. As I finished Rick came in to use the bathroom. His cock hard. As he peed I came out and dried off. "You enjoy last night" he asked I paused and wanted to be honest. "Yes you really fucked that kid. How old was he? 18? I said "Yes I did. Yes he is 18. He turns 19 next week. I even checked his ID" Rick said "You go back to your room and jack off last night and think of me and the kid fucking" Rick asked "Yes" I said "He still here" I asked "No I kicked out after I fucked him" he said As Rick finished peeing his cock still hard, I walked over and dropped to my knees and took his meat into my mouth. "Ohhh yeah boy. You want Daddy's cock don't you" he said pushing his meat into my mouth. I nodded. "You wish that was you last night" he added I nodded "Your pussy twitch while you were watching me fuck him" Rick continued I nodded, I didnt know that is what that ws last night. I sucked him harder and picked up my pace. "Let's take this to the bedroom" he said I stood up grabbed his hand and walked to his bedroom. I jumped on his bed and opened my legs to him. He stood that away from the bed. "No baby on the couch" he said "Why fuck me here please like you did the other two guys" I said "No baby, I only fuck guys who want to be converted or are not on PEP or PREP on there. My bed is special place " he said Those words took the wind out of my sail. "Its okay baby I still want you." he said his hand reaching out I followed him to the couch. I felt rejected and not worthy. He started to kiss me and I kisssed back. He pushed me back on the couch lifted my legs and started to eat my hole out. I moaned and forgot the rejection and pushed back on his mouth and tongue. After eating me out, he took his hard pole and thrust it in me in one hard push. I yelled out in pain. "Stop yelling, you know you wanted this" he said fucking me "Ohhh yes Daddy" I moaned back as I got used to his hard meat. "Watching me impregnant other guys gets you off don't it. You like watching me POZ other boys like you?" he said thrusting in me I was moaning, and trying to hold on to a clear thought. Yes I enjoyed it but not sure why they wanted HIV but they looked so needing it, wanting it. "Answer me boy. Makes your pussy throb and wet don't it me impregnating other boys, tell me" he said pounding me and just wrecking my prostate. I was leaking precum all over and in ecstasy. It was hard to think straight. "Yes Yes, they are so lucky to have your cum in them and get pregnant. Yes my pussy throbbed when I watched you fucking Daniel last night" I moaned "Yeah I knew it. You wish you were him huh. You have a pussy or ass" he continued ravaging my hole He kept it up I couldnt think straight. "Yes I wish it was me and yes I have a pussy not an ass, a pussy. Please fuck me, cum in me" I yelled out moaning With that Rick started to speed up and in a few strokes he started to cum in me. I felt him shoot 5-6 hot loads in me. I couldn't help myself and felt my ass spasm and shoot load after load on Rick and me. He stayed in me still pushing his cum deep in me and rubbing my prostate. I just lay there moaning in bliss. We kissed and held each other. I leaned in and smelled his armpit. He pushed my face in and I just inhaled. He smelled so intoxicating and his cock buried in me and our kisses. I felt good again. He pulled out and we lay next to each other holding and kissing "What did he mean by your DNA in him. Why did he want that" I asked "Like I said the last time we talked about this. My DNA and virus's DNA which is mine will be in him forever. It was be a part of him. He will be impregnated with my DNA and it will be my mark on him. " Rick said while slipping two fingers in me. I let out a moan. "It will enter your pussy then your blood stream and take hold. My DNA would be a part of you and your will get impregnated with my seed, my DNA. " he said fingering me. My cock was hard again. "See your body wants it look at your cock. I could also feel your pussy spasm around my fingers while we were just talking" he said He was right I could feel my ass spasm as we were talking about it. I am so confused. He pulled out his fingers and stuck in my mouth then kissed me. He stood up and started to pull out a suitcase. "I gotta get ready to go into work for a little while then I am going on a work trip. I will be gone 4-5 days. Sorry for the last minute notice but can you watch the house while I am gone." He said "Sure. Ill miss you." I said. After I was worried if it was too clingy. "Ill miss you too babe" he said. I looked at the clock it was 7:10am "Crap I gotta get in to the office too." I said. I kissed him, he kissed me back and grabbed my ass and I moaned into our kiss. "Sorry I gotta get going" Rick said I went to my bedroom got dressed and headed into work.

HIV is one thing as there isn't a known cure and only treatment you have to take meds the rest of your life. STI's, especially gono, need to not be fetishized, and hurt those that receive it from others. It ruins the fun of care free sex, and sucks having to go through the treatment process. I ended up losing a month and a half play time last year because I caught gonorrhea twice within a months time.

I'm all for kinky play, being catheterised & the end inserted into my cunt & continuously draining my own Chem piss along with every one else's back into my cunt. Other than that, the best is a night of piss & cum fucks. Straight from cock into cunt. HOT 🍆🌊♨️.

When my uncle went on deployment, I was 20 and looking for trouble. My cousin, or his step-son (a few years older and effortlessly charming) became my partner in crime. I was his permanent designated driver, steering us through nights of drinking and back-road shenanigans. But the real action happened when the engine cut off. In the quiet, alcohol-soaked haze of the early mornings, the "pal" act would drop. He’d get needy and aggressive in the passenger seat or back at his place, and I was more than happy to oblige swallowing his loads. We’d spend the night tangled together, only to wake up and play it perfectly cool the next morning like nothing had ever touched us. My aunt would make us breakfast or we'd go about our business. Everything changed when my uncle finally touched down. He came back with a feral, high-testosterone energy like a dog in heat, constantly on the prowl. I could feel his eyes on me from the moment he walked through the door, tracking me with a heavy, unspoken intent. One night, the house was quiet. My cousin had headed out on an errand, leaving me alone with my uncle while he sat back getting stoned. The air was thick with smoke and a sudden, sharp electricity. He didn't waste time with small talk. He just leaned back, exposed himself, and gave me a look that wasn't a question... it was an order. "Slobber on it," he muttered through a cloud of smoke. I dropped to my knees, the thrill of the [banned word] hitting me harder than the contact. I worked on him while he watched me, totally unfazed, until he’d had enough. He pulled me up, took exactly what he wanted with a rough, focused intensity, popping open my boy hole then slapped my butt and told me to wash up with a dismissive smirk. The "shenanigans" of the summer had officially leveled up.

Recap: While I was lost in my rush, I hear him getting his cough on, and he bellows fuckkkkkk and begins earnestly fucking my hole. I’m in pig heaven he’s jackhammering away at my hole while I work his nips. He’s encouraging me calling me a slampig, that I’m just a hole, a whore for cock and cum. I eagerly agree begging him to fucking use me. Use my holes. Whore me out. When suddenly I hear a couple of coughs in the distance. I began looking about to see where and who the coughing was coming from, only to find another hot hairy daddy and a younger 30 something otter walking towards us. Daddy takes a minute from jackhammering my hole and looks down at me smiling and tells me I had talked with two of his buddies earlier and they’d messaged him while he was mixing the rigs. Just as he’d said that there’s a cock to my right and I swiftly swallow down the otters cock down to its base. The two daddies start making out while the other resumes his assault on my hole. As I mentioned earlier I’m lucky I get hard when I party and slamming for whatever reason makes my cock throb. Otter pulls out of my mouth and starts sucking my cock while the daddies switch off in my hole. I was in sexual nirvana daddy 2’s cock was thick, like beer can thick (I’ve always preferred girth over length), and I can feel my ass stretching around his thick drooling meat as he presses inward. Soon daddy 2 hits the sweet spot and he knows it. I’m moaning, begging him to keep using me, and soon I’m rewarded with the first load of the night. This signals a break and I dismount out of the sling. We began exchanging pleasantries, commenting how hot that was, what we were into, our kinks… all that shit Daddy 1 walks back in with a tray and 4 glasses. He offers each of us some Gatorade and G if we want it. We each draw up our respective dose and down it. Daddy 1 asks if I want other slam I couldn’t believe looking at the time that 3 hours had passed. I agree and he pulls out 4 rigs but advised these are a little bit stronger than our last round at .6. Knowing that .4 was the largest I’d ever done, I was equal parts anxious, curious, and eager. I agree, we agree it’d be hot for us all to shoot at the same time, and begin to tie off. We each got a register and held it until everyone was ready…. 3…. 2…. 1…. Blastoff…. Holy fuck, I’d never been so high in my life we each coughed and bellowed a guttural fuckkkkkkkkkkkk yeah… Every fiber of my being felt electric, and I was ravenous for anything and everything. My cock began shooting cum and was quickly buried in the otters ass. Using my cum for lube I began fucking that boy, just pounding his hungry hole while he edges me on with yeah, fuck me, fucking use me, use my hole, fucking breed me…. I feel one of the daddy’s behind me and shoves his cock in me. Fucking hell my ass has never felt this full before. The sensation of his dick against my prostrate and my cock in the otter sent me into overdrive. I began pounding my ass onto his dick and pounding the otters ass. The other daddy kneels down and the otter eagerly takes his cock into his mouth. He starts sucking that dick for all he’s worth. Soon I can feel a change in daddy’s rhythm behind me and this begins an orgasmic chain eruption as he empties his load into me, and I began to cum again. As I was orgasming my hole was milking his cock as he was filling me up. Causing me to shoot a huge fucking load into the otters hungry hole. By this time the G was in full effect, I pull out of the otter and begin eating his hole I LOVE eating a freshly fucked cummy hole). I’m pulling his ass parts so I can dig my tongue in deeper and get more cum. He suggests I lay on my back and he’ll squat on my face. Perfect… I flip onto my back and he squats down presenting me with a beautiful hairy puffy pink hole. I can see my cum starting to dribble out and stick my tongue up and into his ass. He’s moaning edging me on, fuck yeah, eat my ass when I feel the bed shift. He leans forward and grabs my legs back exposing my cock and ass.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 4: “Uber-pozzing” “Keith,” Dr Matthew Hill began, into his phone as he drove home from LAX “who’s next for me?” For as much as it was frustrating that none of the breeders so far had gotten Matthew over the line to poz status, it was also the hottest, sex-filled period of his life – he had put behind him all his hangups and scolding himself for his thoughts…he would embrace the chase and have fun getting to the destination. Since Matthew was Keith’s employer, he felt it unprofessional to have Keith fuck and breed him, even though Keith was certifiably a hot poz toxic stud. But Keith had a contact list of dozens of hot gifters, some of whom Keith himself gifted into the brotherhood and some of whom he regularly recharged strains with. Keith set him up with Randy, Dr. Matthew’s patient. Any professional separation that Matthew adhered to in not fucking with patients went out the window when Keith forwarded over Randy’s pics. Of course, Matthew the conscientious doctor had seen Randy undressed before, but Matthew the HIV-chasing cumdump had never seen videos of Randy in action, thrusting his pierced pozzing stick inside some chaser’s hole. The couple of videos of Randy that Keith sent over showed Randy with only one X tattooed on his stomach, meaning at that time Randy had successfully infected “only” 10 guys. Yet Dr. Matthew had just seen Randy a few weeks ago and he had 3 Xs inked there, so Randy was a proven poz predator with an enviable conversion record. An established member of “The Ten,” Randy got the special gift from Keith a couple of years ago, and since then has been a prolific breeder and seeder or any neg hole in his path...or any oblivious cumdumps that don’t care if the guy’s shooting live ammo out of his poz cock. They set up their first session for 2 weeks hence. Dr. Matthew had an upcoming medical conference in Boston to attend – something that was set up well before he started on his bug-chasing path. He was even scheduled to give a presentation. In all his recent obsession with chasing the elusive HIV upgrade, Dr. Matthew had totally forgotten he made a commitment to present his research on “Managing and Preventing HIV Peer Pressure Among LGBTQ+ Patients.” He laughed…It was a paper he’d written over a year ago, and had gotten it published in a couple of specialized medical journals – it was all about how his practice had seen an upsurge in patient’s deliberately getting pozzed and what LGBTQ+ doctors could do to work against that mindset. But that was back when he knew about chasers but didn’t approve, well, didn’t approve on one level and was totally obsessed by it on another. Now he was totally going against everything he had written in that paper and he was loving every minute of trying to get pozzed. Still, there was a healthy fee for his appearance and he would be able to see some of his colleagues there, so he resolved to go, give his paper even though he knew he didn’t believe in it anymore, collect his fee and enjoy Boston for a few days. He was sorry to have to delay the start of Randy’s exclusive pozzing opportunity. He had been secretly lusting after Randy just from seeing him as a patient, even before Dr. Matthew began his quest for HIV infection. On the flight to Boston, his thoughts strayed from the presentation he was set to give, and kept coming back to Randy and his poz cock full of beautiful HIV. He knew Randy was a proven poz gifter so he held out hope that after the other guys who tried, Randy would be the one. Dr. Matthew’s own cock strained against his jeans and he shifted a bit in his airline seat to cover it from the prying eyes of his airline neighbor. Arriving at Logan Airport, Dr. Matthew claimed his bag and opened Uber to get a car. Soon, he was outside waiting for Solomon in a blue RAV-4, license plate TXC10. After a few minutes, he sees Solomon’s car pulling up to the curb. Solomon opens the trunk and emerges from the car to help with the bag. Dr. Matthew eyes Solomon up and down, all 6’4” of him, sinewy, with dark skin and a close-cropped hair with 3 small braids on either side of his gorgeous, smiling face. “I will take your bags now, Matthew,” he says in an accent Matthew can’t quite place. “And then off to the hotel,” Solomon adds. “Get comfortable, Matthew,” Solomon says, welcoming Matthew into his car. Along the way, he strikes up a conversation about why Matthew is in Boston, and hearing the reason, turns off the car’s music and adjusts the rearview mirror so Solomon and Matthew can make eye contact through it. “HIV prevention?” Is that still something people are trying to prevent,” asks a grinning Solomon. A provocative question indeed, thinks Matthew. “Definitely,” the young doctor replies, “there are ways to be sure to avoid transmission of it, such as daily or monthly preventive medication…and then there’s abstinence, of course.” “But that’s no fun,” Solomon answers back quickly, “I always believe we men need to spread the wealth,” if you know what I mean, grabbing his crotch for emphasis. “This has a mind of its own,” he said, holding his cock within his jeans. “If you have the time, let me show you what it can do,” the Uber driver stated. Not 10 minutes later, Solomon had pulled off the main road and into one of the alleyways that Boston is known for. Dr. Matthew had succumbed to the thought of Solomon’s big black dick, which he sincerely hoped was toxic, plunging into his ready hole. Solomon unbuttoned the fly on his jeans and let his fuckstick free. Joining him in the back seat, Solomon did not disappoint, with his enormous and fat uncut cock, already hard, presenting itself. And when he pulled off his T-shirt, emblazoned across his mid-section were 2 inked Xs. Solomon was a member of the brotherhood of The Ten – for every 10 successful pozzings, another X gets inked. “You want this toxic cock?” he asked, as if there was even a doubt in Matthew’s mind. The young doctor had pulled off his clothes and threw his legs up, his twitching hole anticipating the pending intrusion of Solomon’s poz monster cock. He didn’t have long to wait. Solomon just spit on his hand, rubbed his expanding pozzing stick and went inside, the near-dryness of the fuck scraping and scratching against the young doctor’s insides. He yelped in pain but Solomon, like all of The Ten, disregarded the doctor’s pain and drove it further up his mancunt. Dr. Matthew bit his lip and closed his eyes and resolved to take the poz man’s cock and load no matter the pain. After a few minutes of brutal fucking, Solomon withdrew his AIDS-dick to view his handiwork. Flecks of red dotted his cockhead which was streaming with pre-cum filled with his toxic HIV. He brought some of the pre-cum up to the young doctor’s lips and Matthew tasted the viral load inseminating him now. Solomon resumed his fucking, at least now the unmedicated precum oozing out of his dick provided some lubrication and Dr. Matthew relaxed enough to be able to enjoy the pounding that Uber driver Solomon was dishing out. “I would so love to be the one to poz your pussy,” Solomon breathless exclaimed as he got close to erupting inside Matthew’s neg hole. “My favorite thing in the whole world is pozzing up twinks like you. I got 22 men and 3 women carrying my poz babies forever.” Gripping the young doctor closer to him, Solomon is pile-driving the viral cock deep up the doctor’s hole and about 10 shots of infected toxic, high-viral, unmedicated cum coat Matthew’s mancunt as Solomon shudders and moans in delight, as Dr. Matthew’s foot pushes and flails against the car window as Solomon finishes emptying his poz bullets into the young doctor, the seed already infiltrating the recipient’s bloodstream. Sweat dripping off Uber driver Solomon and onto the young impressionable doctor the two collapse into a hot wet heap of manhood, Solomon’s poz cock slowly softening inside Matthew. Solomon withdraws it from the doctor and reaches into the seat back pocket and pulls out a small plug and replaces his cock with it in Matthew’s ass. “I keep these plugs here in the car just for this…keep them viral babies inside you so they can get to work,” he says, fumbling for his clothes and then opening the back door of the car to return to the drivers’ seat. Matthew busies with adjusting his clothes back on and sits up, the plug in his hole keeping the HIV gift from Solomon where it should be. Solomon is grinning from ear to ear as he laughs at the debauchery of it all. He’s got the car going again and looking back in the mirror says to Matthew “Any time you need another load of my strain while you’re here in Boston, you let me know.” They arrive at Matthew’s hotel, the young doctor wiped out from travel and from the brutal ass-pounding that the Nigerian Uber driver Solomon just inflicted upon him. But he is happy, for another load of HIV cum is soaking into him. Will this be the day he joins the brotherhood of poz predators? He sleeps soundly that night in his hotel, even if he feels conflicted about delivering an address to a room of fellow physicians about strategies for patients to avoid peer pressure about HIV, knowing he succumbed himself weeks ago. As he drifts off, he recalls remembering Ric and Mateo in college pozfucking dozens of guys with abandon, making a whole brotherhood of poz men to gift and share. And now he knew what they and Keith and Angus and Mack and Solomon knew, the pull of POZ was strong, the brotherhood was calling out to him day and night and nothing would deter him from pozzing up, and having some fun in the process. End of Chapter 4

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 3: Zero for 135 All during the drive home from Palm Springs, even when traffic slowed to its inevitable crawl once he hit West Covina, Dr. Matthew’s head was spinning…he had taken about 18 certifiable, unmedicated and toxic loads up his hole the day before, including 4 from his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli. Were there a few moments when he said to himself “What have you done?” Definitely there were…but then the voice in his head reassured him that this is what he wanted, he got into that sling willingly and his own cock shot multiple loads of cum while the poz guys gang-banged him, and later while Martinelli bred him 4 times with his poz seed. It was his destiny and he didn’t want to deny it any longer. So any doubts in his mind were doused and he knew he was on the right path to becoming part of the brotherhood. As an infection disease doctor, he also knew poz conversion from fucking was still relatively unlikely and it’s highly unusual to turn poz from just one night. Yeah, he would wait for the “fuck flu” to hit in a few weeks but he wasn’t confident it would hit, not yet,anyway – so he wasn’t confident, but was hopeful. No, the only way to ensure his getting over the line and seeing 2 red lines on a test strip was to keep taking poz loads. And he knew just who he should speak to about that. Arriving early at the office on Monday morning, Matthew poured some coffee for himself and waited for Keith to arrive. He had sent a text on Sunday afternoon asking Keith to come in a few minutes early as there was something he wanted to mention to him. “Hey, Doc,” Keith greeted him, breezing in and ready to work as always, his ultra-confident manner and eagerness to start a new work week always impressed his employer, Dr Matthew. Keith was looking especially hot this morning in his tight blue scrubs and with the lower part of his radioactive symbol tattoo peeking out under his sleeve. “How was your weekend, Doctor?” the nurse asked, settling in the chair on the other side of Matthew’s desk and sipping his coffee. “I wanted to tell you something, Keith”, the doctor started hesitantly. “It’s not a work thing, it’s more of a personal thing,” he said, shifting in his chair. Keith could sense the young idealistic Doctor was uncomfortable. “I went to Palm Springs,” he began, “specifically the men’s club over in Cathedral City. I enjoyed myself more than I ever have before, and I took about 18 loads of poz cum, including 4 from Dr. Martinelli.” He had blurted out the words, not stopping to gauge his listener’s reaction or thinking about the appropriateness of telling an employee this information. “Oh, yeah, Dan called me Sunday morning,” Keith said, a sly smile “welcome to the chase!” Dr Matthew looked up with a start. He was surprised that even Keith and Dan Martinelli knew each other, but as he thought about it, he realized ‘of course, they are part of the poz brotherhood that has sprung up.’ “What did he say, specifically?” was all the young doctor could utter as he processed this information. “Just that you’re on the chase now, and he helped you out. He said I should aim to help you as well, if you’d be into that…unless it would be awkward since I work for you.” Still kind of reeling from this info, Dr Matthew simply said “Yeah, it’s probably best we don’t mix work and pleasure like that, Keith. But maybe you can put me in the path of some of your poz buddies who can help me out.” And that is how, two nights later, Dr. Matthew had an “appointment” with a friend of Keith’s, a burly Scottish man named Angus who pozzed up himself about three years ago from Randy, a founding member of The Ten. Angus had just earned his first X tattoo and was looking for more conversions from his potent HIV cum. Angus volunteered to be the dedicated gifter to young Dr. Matthew for 6 weeks, and for those weeks they met two or three times per week, every time Angus loading up the young chasing doctor with high-viral seed. Dr Matthew, being the somewhat obsessive person he was, kept a “pozzing spreadsheet” and by the end of the 6 weeks, it showed Angus has deposited 45 loads of HIV into Matthew’s mancunt. Most of their sessions began the same way: Matthew would prep his hole and come over to Angus’ apartment and assume the doggy position, which Angus favored. Frequently, a toothbrush was used to scratch up Matthew’s pretty little hole and then Angus would unleash his uncut poz weapon inside the young chaser’s ass. It was more clinical than anything romantic but still Matthew’s neg cock would spurt forth a couple of loads of cum as Angus’ thick uncut poz pole plundered the young doctor’s neg mancunt. Angus, like all of The Ten, was a proven poz multi-cummer and one fuck per night simply wouldn’t do, and in a few minutes the burly Scot would be back up the young doctors pussy to inseminate more toxic seed. And it went on like this for those 6 weeks, yet Dr. Matthew still had no signs of the fuck flu he was all too familiar in seeing in others. For all of Angus’s efforts, his strain did not imprint inside Matthew’s body. Matthew figured it would happen, but even after 45 loads of infected Scottish seed, the deed had not been done…in terms of poz results vs poz loads taken, he was now 0 for 63. He admitted to himself a bit of discouragement. Every home test would only display one red line, never two. Angus had to travel to the UK at the end of September, so Keith set Matthew up with a new dedicated donor: Mack, or “Sir Mack,” as his social media accounts proclaimed was a dominant black Daddy type, originally from Trinidad, who had been pozzing chasers in Miami for years now, with a great track record, Sir Mack and his 10-inch pierced pozzing stick had brought over 30 guys into the brotherhood, an effort dedicated with 3 dark X’s inked across his mid-section, as well as a biohazard symbol on each arm and a scorpion with a bloody red stinger emblazoned across his chest. Mack threw a mean fuck into whoever’s hole was in front of him, and as with all members of The Ten, he could cum buckets, and repeatedly in a single pozzing session. Mack had decamped to California for a few weeks to film content…his fan pages were wildly popular, with thousands of guys subscribing to see Mack roughly plow faceless bottoms into poz status. Sir Mack, therefore, eagerly accepted the gig from Keith to poz up the young doctor…he had a particular fixation on infecting medical professionals and turning them into poz cumdumps and gifters. He counted 8 nurses, 3 physical therapists, 4 respiratory therapists, 2 psychologists among his poz progeny, all of whom have further passed the gift to countless others. Now he would get a Medical Doctor, and an HIV specialist at that, to breed and gift into the brotherhood, and he could hardly wait. Keith warned Dr. Matthew that as hot and sexy as Angus was, Sir Mack throws an entirely different fuck into a bottom – Mack is rough and dominant and when he wants to fuck and breed his HIV into someone, nothing stops him. “You’re basically just a hole when you’re in Sir Mack’s vicinity, Doc,” was what Keith told the young HIV chasing doctor. “He threw me around like a ragdoll when we fucked, so brace yourself. You’ll love it, but it’s a wild ride.” As he drove to Sir Mack’s rental house, Matthew was nervous but excited. He would have been happy if Angus had ended up his pozfather, but since that didn’t happen, he was eager for Mack to convert him. Matthew had decided he wanted to know his gifter, the man who would shoot his HIV into his hole and turn the chaser in him into the newest member of the Class of 2025 poz brotherhood. As much as he had liked the Cathedral City gangbang from Frankie and Co., he wanted a deep connection to his gifter, to know the strain that pozzed him. Would it be Sir Mack? His hole twitched in anticipation. He was also expecting a dominant Daddy-type to do to him what Keith described – throw him around like a ragdoll. So, imaging his surprise when Sir Mack opened the door and greeted Matthew with a deep kiss and hug. Whereas Angus would greet Matthew fully naked and hard, ready to AIDS-fuck, Mack greeted him at the door fully clothed and, in fact, wearing an apron, and embraced him deeply followed by a tender kiss. “What was happening,” Matthew thought to himself? “I thought I’d make you some dinner, since you’ll be here awhile,” Mack explained, walking into the kitchen and stirring a large pot bubbling on the stove. “Of course, we’ll eat after we take care of business,” Mack said, turning back to Matthew and smiling a 1000-watt smile at him. “There’s some wine there,” he said, pointing to an opened bottle of red. “Help yourself.” “You look a little stunned, Matthew,?” Mack asked. “It’s just that I think I expected a different sort of welcome,” the young doctor replied, “I had heard you would be very rough.” Mack chuckled “Oh, that’s just my fan content stuff…gotta maintain the stereotype. When you look like me, guys expect a certain scene. Did Keith tell you that? Yeah, I fucked Keith a few times on the fan page…that was ‘content,’ this is different. This is more real, just you and me. If I’m gonna be your poz Daddy, I think we need to establish more of a connection, don’t you?” Matthew was relieved to hear this and his hole twitched some more. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get those clothes off and get into bed,” Mack told the young doctor “I’ll be up in a minute,” he said, switching off the stove burner and moving the pot into the oven. Matthew did as instructed, got into bed and was fingering his twitching hole, his cock expanding as he heard Mack’s footsteps on the stairs. “Leave your hole to me,” Mack said, seeing Matthew fingering it. And with that, Mack gently turned Matthew onto his stomach, hiked up his legs and ass and ate out the young doctor’s negative pussy for about 10 minutes. Matthew was in ecstasy at this – Angus almost never rimmed him, or for very long, and Mack’s caring treatment of Matthew’s hole had him so relaxed and open, like no one had ever done prior. “You’re ready,” Mack finally announced and Matthew felt the first of Mack’s 10 thick inches penetrate his waiting cunt. “Little bit at first, I have wanted in this pussy for a long time, I want to take my time right now,” Mack told him as Matthew braced himself for the remainder of the pierced HIV club Mack was pressing into him. At Mack’s command, he breathed deeply and Mack used that to slide the rest of the fat AIDS-cock into the young, impressionable doctor. He was in up to the hilt now. Typical of all The Ten, Mack’s cock was precumming like crazy, already spreading his HIV into the young doctor. Slowly, Mack began to piston it in and out of the hole, Matthew writhing in pleasure and moaning into the pillow. Mack took his left arm and brought the young doctor up close to him…”Feel that cock in there, Matthew? It’s bringing you right into the poz brotherhood,” he said repeatedly as he picked up his pace and soon was plunging the poz weapon deep inside the young physician. This went on for awhile, longer than Frankie, or Dr. Martinelli or Angus ever lasted up inside Matthew’s neg mancunt, but Mack was having too much fun and pleasure to want to stop now and the deep drilling continued for another 15 minutes without a break, the young doctor squirming and moaning in pleasure. Finally, the moment came for Mack to impregnate Matthew with this viral load and as usual with Mack, it was a gusher – Matthew, in his daze, could feel 11 or 12 shots of pure venom unloaded into him from the powerful Trinidadian Daddy, but honestly it could have been more than that, he was in such bliss knowing this titan of a man was loading him up with pure poz seed. Mack shuddered and thrust his cock deeper, as if to get every drop of HIV into the young doctor and then finally withdrew and rolled Matthew over onto his back and beside him. “We’ll go again in a few minutes,” he said “You know, I’m good for at least 3 more loads, and you’ll be getting them, and then we can eat,” he said, passing Matthew a glass of water. “Stay hydrated and hold that seed in your hole, Doctor. I’ll be adding more shortly.” The process went on for another 3 hours, as Mack would deeply rim the gaping hole, tasting some of his own AIDS-cum and bringing it up to Matthew to sample as well. Then, more deep and prolonged fucking and loading up the doctor’s hole, which by the fourth plundering of the evening, was blown out into an O shape, HIV-cum clinging to the walls. Mack thrust a lucite dildo up into the hole and told Matthew to keep it there. They finally went down to eat and drink some more wine, Matthew was spinning out in his head at the thought of Mack’s potent seed already possibly doing it’s work on his body, penetrating its defenses and converting the chaser into a successful poz brother. And this was what happened every few nights for the entirety of the 6 weeks that Mack was staying in Los Angeles. By Matthew’s spreadsheet, he had received 72 loads of Mack’s AIDS-seed, so imagine the disappointment at every home test showing only the one line of negativity and not the two red lines of beautiful HIV positivity. Eventually, Mack’s short-term lease was up – in addition to his working to poz Matthew, he had filmed dozens of hard-driving fuck scenes with scores of guys for his content pages, so it was finally time for him to return home to Miami. There was an emotional scene at the LAX departures lobby as Matthew wept softly into Sir Mack’s broad shoulders at not converting by him, but Mack reassured the young doctor. “Do not worry, son, it will happen, and when it does we will celebrate,” and with that, he was through security and out of sight in the crush of the airport. Matthew pulled out his phone to look at the spreadsheet…by Matthew’s calculations, this meant 135 loads of cum, from the gangbang in Cathedral City, from his mentor Dr. Martinelli, from Angus and now from Sir Mack had failed to upgrade Dr. Matthew into the poz brotherhood. Class of 2025 might have to wait until Class of 2026! He knew what he had to do: He dialed Keith’s number. End of Chapter 3

This is a true story and took place last Friday. I’d partied in the past and I’ve been sober for 5 years. Lately I’ve been wanting to party again. Here’s where we begin… So I decided to scratch that itch last Friday. I was sitting at home drinking watching some porn and mostly chatting with guys on Sniffies. I get a message from this hot hairy daddy I’ve been talking with for a while now that he wanted to fuck. We exchanged our kinks, what we’re looking for etc… He then asked if I partied, I admitting that it’s been years but have been feeling that itch. An hour later I find myself getting out of my Uber and knocking at his front door. Holy shit, I was not prepared for the man that meet me. His pics didn’t do him justice he was hotter in person. I noticed his basketball shorts tenting, I walk in close the door and drop to my knees and start servicing his thick uncut cock. After a couple of minutes he pulls me up, and we start making out. He pulls back and directs me to the bedroom. I walk in to find a sling and fuck bench. I knew this was going to be a fun night. He walks over to a bubbler and those wispy white clouds begin to fill the bulb. He takes a hit and pulls me closer, I’d instinctively opened my mouth and he shotgunned that magical smoke into my lungs. I didn’t immediately feel anything but kept smoking at his encouragement. My body begins to warm, my head begins to lighten and my cock and hole begin to twitch. He notices and asks if I wanted to get in the sling. I eagerly agree and he starts ravenously eating my hole. Soon I feel a finger sliding in as he licks around my hole and balls. He begins pulling it out then back in, and my hole responds opening up. I feel another finger and he resumes working my hole for a while and I feel the familiar burning of a rock….. fuuuucccckkkkkkk He stands and puts that beautifully thick uncut cock against my hole and pushes in. He’s buried balls deep in me and starts long dicking me. I’m fortunate I’m one of the guys who gets rock hard when he parties and I’m soon oozing precum. He see’s my puddle of precum on my belly and starts feeding it to me. I’m in pig heaven. We fuck for what felt like minutes but was closer to an hour. We both agree to take a break to smoke, rehydrate, etc… He asks if I’d ever slammed. It’d been 5 years since I’ve ridden that ride, and I eagerly agree; he grins and he asks me how much I want. The inner dialogue in my mind was like this the last one I did was five years ago and it was strong, I was a complete slut, I have Monday off for the holiday and a zoom meeting on Tuesday, and I rattled off .4. He asks if I wanted to invite some guys over and I began to hunt while he mixed the rigs. I talked with some but nothing was concrete. A few minutes later he comes back in with 4 points and some swabs. I fall to my knees and work his cock and balls for all I’m worth till he’s rock hard again. He ask’s where I want it nodding towards the bed then the sling. I hop in the sling and he hops in me burying himself again balls deep. I extend my arm and feel the tourniquet wrap around my bicep, my veins begging to feel that familiar pinch. I closely watched as he found a vein and draws back finding a register. He asks me, “you ready to blast off” and I eagerly say yes. As soon as he pulls the tourniquet I’m blasted off into the stratosphere my ears ringing, my eyes dancing about unable to focus, my holes on fire, and soon begin to violently cough followed with fucking yes, fucking use me, use me hard, you feel so good inside me, fuck yeah… While I was lost in my rush, I hear him getting his cough on, and he bellows fuckkkkkk and begins earnestly fucking my hole. I’m in pig heaven he’s jackhammering away at my hole while I work his nips. He’s encouraging me calling me a slampig, that I’m just a hole, a whore for cock and cum. I eagerly agree begging him to fucking use me. Use my holes. Whore me out. When suddenly I hear a couple of coughs in the distance.

One of my big fetishes is having a funnel inserted and having guys fill my hole with piss, or just being piss fucked in general. Anyone else into funnel play? Porn links? Seems hard to find

I didn’t bring a condom. (ch. 6) Now you know my background and promiscuous sluttiness we can get back to Dan. I really wasn’t fazed by his rejection and took a few minutes to leave my ass cooling in the breeze. I was startled by a deep voice. “You can’t do that. You need to pull up your pants.” You know how I don’t like taking directions so stood and turned with my shorts around my ankles and my semi hardon on full display. Three feet in front of me stood a tall handsome cop in full uniform. “I’m going to have to write a ticket for indecent exposure son.” He pulled out his pad and scribbled some notes. I bent to pull up my shorts but before I had them up his voice commanded. “Don’t do that. Read this ticket first.” It read “Caught bare assed behind dumpster. Offence # _____. Officer Ron to proceed directly to punishment. Phone #___-___-____ for parole and follow-up.” “Now get out of those shorts and return to the position I found you in. That’s an order!” I was turned and bent in no time. He was softly talking into my ear and sending shivers down my spine. “I didn’t bring a condom, but you strike me as the kind of slut that doesn’t use them anyway.” And his massive raw cock drove into me like a pile driver. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath, he just pounded away. Again, I heard him in my ear, “I don’t have time to drag out your punishment son. We’re both going to have to settle for a pump and dump.” He was breeding me as he said the last three words. “You have my name and number, when you come for your parole, we’ll take longer.” And he was gone. This had me so fuckin turned on and horny that I went to the cruising woods, staying until sunrise and collecting six more loads in my ass. Over the next 3 weeks I watched for him but didn’t see Dan at the bar. He finally appeared in his corner as I was getting fucked on the dance floor by a leather muscle stud. Dan and I held eye contact right up until my eyes rolled into the back of my head when the leather stud pushed in deep, held my hips and bred me with a groan anyone could hear over the music. When I looked to find Dan, he was gone. Another month went by before he was solitary in his corner of the bar once again. I wasn’t taking any chances of him leaving. I bought two beer and made my way to him. “What the fuck do you want?” he was angry. “Just to make a peace offering.” I handed him a pint. “Thanks, I guess.” He sneered these words. “Can we talk?” I enquired. “Ok. I have a question for you.” His tone wasn’t really softening. “Sure, anything.” I replied. “Did that guy fucking you on the dance floor breed you?” “Oh yeah, he sure did!” I was proud. “How did you know him? Before he barebacked you on the dance floor.” “I still don’t know him. He just danced up to me for a bit. After a snog he told me he wanted to fuck me. So, I just turned and dropped my jeans. He hoarked up some phlegm for lube and we were off to the races. It was funckin hot.” “I can’t believe you!” He yelled as he threw his beer in my face and ran off. I just peeled off my soaked shirt and went back to the dance floor. It would be six months before he returned again. I decided to leave him in his own small corner and give him a chance to come to me if he wanted. I hoped he wanted, he was in my mind the hottest man on the planet. A middle-aged bear started flirting with me. After our second beer I excused myself for a pee. The bear followed me. We peed together in the trough urinal eyeing each others hardening cocks and the melting ice. That is until the bear took me by the cock and led me into a stall. The door was broken off this particular toilet stall. I’m sure that’s why he chose it. I was quickly turned, bent over, and the bear’s hairy chops were munchin my manhole. He filled me with lots of spit and without a word slid his hairy cock into my eager hole. He was very thick so although only about 5 inches in length it filled me up. And he was gifted at the topping craft. Ten minutes in he turned me so I could suck on one of the cocks in the small crowd watching us. His raw cock never left my ass. I sucked with vigor and swallow three loads before I saw Dan through the dwindling audience. He held my eyes with his cold glassy stare. I didn’t relent and look away. About then the bear unloaded bellowing, “Breeding your ass slut.” Seven juicy blasts painted my guts. When he pulled out, he asked who’s next. A dad bod with a substantial paunch squeezed in behind me and didn’t last long. Dan held my gaze the entire time. When dad bod left there was just Dan and I in the bathroom. We continued to hold each other’s gaze. I was hoping he would come and take his turn. He didn’t, just stormed out.

I think that since the advent of PreP, and PEP, especially if you take your bareback sex seriously, you needn’t worry….wish I had that in the early 2000s. I get the anxiety around not wanting to be Poz. But it’s better than dying? Like so many of my friends have.

Unlike when this issue first appeared (meaning hiv), today there are preventative steps we can take (or not) to, at the very least, mitigate, and for the most part, reliably prevent hiv (as well as the more common irritating std's) from being transmitted. It's not impossible, of course, but the chances that PrEP and Pep offer us of remaining rather healthy from these stds' is - at least to me - well worth any bother. Obviously, nothing is "guaranteed", but the chances are greatly reduced that illness will come knocking on your (back) door from taking loads off as many cocks as you can. However, when weighing the reduced chances of disease, against the pleasures to be derived, the fulfillment of your most lewd needs/requirements, and live to tell the (thousands of) tales, PrEP & Pep present a fantastic opportunity to maintain one's health and be the man you were born to become. You've taken all the available preventative steps, and worrying about the lack of 100% mitigation won't make it a fact. We take a chance of getting run down just by crossing the street; risk is always present. You've done the most there is to do at present, so get that hungry hole to your favorite fuckjoint and pig out 💦 When I hit the fuckjoints, I can honestly say that catching something is about the farthest thing from my mind, since I've taken the steps available to mitigate illness. I see that you have as well, so let the issue go - you've done everything you can at present - so hit the fuckjoints, shuck your jeans off and steep yourself in the wanton whoring.

Here is mine:

Hello, it has been a while since I last came on BZ. I thought I would move on from my pig days but I realize that I am a true pig and that by writing these stories, I discover another part of me that was hidden. This story is inspired by one of my many rendezvous in this city I now call home. Montreal. Hope you enjoy. I will also try to continue my previous posts but if anything, I think starting fresh would be better so no promises. Here goes nothing. Part 1 After receiving my confirmation that I would be graduating with honors, I told myself that I was going to let lose. Submit to every temptation that I've put on for the past 6 months. I redownloaded my apps and began refreshing every hour to see who would want to top me. With the exception of weed and poppers, I never tried any other drugs due to the fact that I promised to stay stable during my undergrad years. Since Freshmen year, some friends I knew got into coke, ketamine and dropped out. Being on scholarship meant that the stakes were higher. My willpower was strong. Was. By 11pm, I thought of calling it a day as no one around my area would be interested in a 25 y/o twink whose locked photos are him in a PUMP jock. I wasn't too bad, just very choosy. Most guys who messaged me were closeted or discreet. I wanted more. Despite being called a twink throughout college, I managed to gain some strength over the past few months. Going to the gym was my way to relief the stress of academia. Going to bathouses second. But I always played safe. For some reason, tonight, I felt very piggy. It was probably because I started jacking off to Treasure Island Media when the semester ended. Being a celibate for a while really does get the worst in you. I can understand why most closeted Mormon guys I hooked up with have the weirdest kink. But mine I would say is starting to get darker. I threw my phone on the other side of my bed and laid in defeat, thinking that I'm probably going to brush off this urge I had. Suddenly at 1 AM, a no-pic profile messaged me. "Hey, boy." "Boy?" "Yeah, you. I've seen you at the gym with your tight hairy blonde ass. Pale and slender like the twink you are." "Lol. Who are you?" "Your master." "What?" I then received 5 photos of a stocky built man in leather with one of the largest cock I've seen. Not to mention, a PA. Only one tattoo on his navel. Biohazard. His eyes were green and his beard was bushy. He looked around late 40s. Both tits were pierced and his grin made my cock twitch. He also sent 6 more videos, all which shows him fucking guys around my age, from your average jock to your typical twink like me. Each video ends with the bottom begging him to breed him. Their eyes were fully dilated and it seemed as if they were on something. Strangely, I got hard. This was what I secretly needed I thought to myself. "Hot pics. I'm Felix. You?" "Who I am doesn't matter. You're going to call me Master and you're going to come over here." "No way.." Before I finished typing I backspaced and wrote "Where?" Master lived a few stations away from where I was. Pie-IX. It took 10 minutes to reach his place. Luckily, I caught the last train for the night. I found myself in front of a renovated duplex that indicated the much detested gentrification that's plaguing the city. I buzzed #6 and climbed up. As the door open, I see Master in a leather harness and chaps. His muscles were squeezing out of the black outfit he was wearing and it made me think twice of why I came here. Less than 10 messages exchanged and here I am in front of a Dom one head taller than me. Never would I see myself in this position a few years ago when I volunteered for the LGBT Club during Pride. "Hello Felix. I'm Pierre. But call me Master when you're in my house. It's nice to finally see you outside the gym shower." Upon closer inspection of his face, I realized who Master is. When I first started lifting, I remembered seeing a man of his stature jacking off in the shower during my morning workout. We made eye contact but the fog made it hard to fully recognize him. He would always wear a tanktop and a dirty jockstrap under his thigh high shorts. His ass was spectacular. I never had the guts to ask him how much he squats. All I know was that his intimidating presence always made my workout shorter. Deep inside, he knew that he turned me on. "Oh wow...I remember you." "It's been a while, eh? Why don't I see you at the gym anymore?" "Finals. Just graduated last week. Feeling kinda horny now and got lazy to go to the gym. Shit, I've always wanted to say Hi to you." "But you didn't. Good. I wouldn't want to distract you from your studies. I know I have had guys from your college transformed after meeting me." "You're not shy, aren't you? Transform?" "For the better. You'll see. Wanna come in?" I didn't know what I was getting myself into but his friendliness in real life compared to online made me step in. "Care for some water? Or gatorade? There's a special ingredient." I was curious to know what the special ingredient was so I agreed on gatorade. He told me that this drink would make me feel better. I protested that I don't do hard drugs. "A little drink never hurt anybody, right? Plus, this is safe. You'll be alright. I'm here." Very comforting. I thought, fuck it I don't have any more responsibilities for now. Summer is here. I gulped the drink and he started asking me a series of questions that felt like I was being interrogated. "What did you expect when you come here?" "I don't know. I just want to get fucked. Have some fun because I deserve it. Worked my ass off for college that my ass now needs some actual work. Your videos also tempted me." Shit, can't believe I said that. "Yes, those videos always make guys hard to resist. Tell me Felix, what are you into?" "I'm mostly versatile but I've been thinking of bottoming more. Getting fucked rough. Been watching some dirty porn. Thought of trying new things. But I play safe though." "Interesting. Have you tried any toys?" "I have a dildo and a buttplug that I rarely use. I also have some jocks but I'm going commando tonight." "Do you want to experience new things?" By now, I started to feel a bit lightheaded and everything felt like it was in the right place. "Sure. Meeting someone as old and hot as you is already a new experience. Why me, though?" "I do the questions, Felix. As for why you, I've always had a preference for college guys. Twink types with bubbly ass that needs some kneading. The ones who are secretly addicted to cum and is a true cumdump. Do you think that might be you?" I hesitated to answer because I do love cum. Just in my mouth. So I thought. I enjoy nourishing cum but the idea of cum in my ass seemed so far fetch. Yet, deep down, I know that it would be one of the hottest things to experience. Seeing a video of a guy getting bred by 10 different guys made me wish I was the center of attention. Even after factoring my stance on playing safe. It was a conflicting thought. "I'm not sure..I might get a disease and all that." "Might. Not definitely" "Yeah, there's a risk to it. Even if it would be fucking hot to have cum drip out of my ass from different guys." I wasn't sure whether it's the drink or my inner thoughts thinking out loud again but I was clearly succumbing to him. "So it's fucking hot, you say? And the risk, so what? I'm positive and I take meds. Sometimes. I still live. Not many side effects." By now, I can see where the conversation was going and the better part of me still tried to reason it out but the real side of me could only respond with "Really? And you're okay with that?" "Yes, I'm okay with that. Other people, not so but who cares? They don't have to know unless I state it. Plus, don't you think that raw bareback sex is the true way we should fuck? Having one's seed in you? Being a part of someone? To claim and be claimed? As nature intended to?" The effects of the drink was now stronger and I realized that I have been holding a hard on for a while. "I mean, your cock is rock hard for a reason, right Felix?" I'm not sure why but every time he calls me Felix, I get turned on more and more. "Hm, as nature intended too...I guess you're right..I could try. It would be hot with you." Why was I saying this? His aura definitely revealed a different side of me. "Do you want me to breed you, Felix?" "Yes." I've fully succumbed to the drink by now and I have no regrets. "Do you want me to use my toys on you? Stretch your ass and make you become the real cumdump you are?" "Yes." No regrets again. "Excellent. Let's relax and have a smoke first before we continue. We have the whole night. Or weekend if you last long." At first, I thought that we would be smoking some weed but Master brought in a different kind of pipe. A glass one. He then inserted some substance that looked like salt rocks and lit a butane lighter under it. "Hey, what is that?" "No Hey, it's Master. You will not disrespect me in my house." It's striking how quick his tone changed after I agreed to his proposals. "Master, what kind of weed is that?" "It's not weed, Felix, it's my good friend Tina. You're going to enjoy her. Don't be shy now." As Master took the pipe away from the lighter and inhaled the smoke, Master embraced me and we made our first kiss. "Breathe in, boy." Now I'm called boy. I don't even know why I agreed to inhaled but I'm glad that it didn't taste so bad or burnt as bad as most joints would. "Hold it in and don't let go until I tell you to." I kept it in and after a few moments, Master gestured me to open my mouth and a trail of white smoke was expelled. My heart began pumping and I felt an intense rush that I've never felt before. Everything felt amazing and when I saw Master, it felt like I need to worship him. We shotgunned, as Master would say for a few times and with every breathe I inhaled from Master's mouth, the more I am obligated to him. It was a completely new feeling that I had never felt before. Soon, Master told me to strip and to follow him to his bedroom. Master then brought me to his bathroom where I was told to kneel on all fours. I starred at the lights in enhancement as I felt a cold liquid applied on my ass and crotch. Master was now shaving me gently. "We want a clean and smooth boy, don't we?" I nodded and whispered "Yes, Master." A tip of a nozzle was then inserted into my ass and I suddenly felt full. "Don't worry boy, this is to clean you out. You've douched before. The only difference is that this is a bit special. It's meeting Tina after." My ass felt full and I could recall a tingling sensation happening. After releasing the liquid from my bowel, Master fingered me. Oddly enough, his fingers felt like it was covered in sand. "Wow, Master, Wow" I couldn't explain how I felt. Only that Master's finger no longer felt like sand. It felt smooth like cream. I moaned louder than I started and Master turned on the shower head to fully wash me. Stepping out of the shower, Master took out one of his dirty jocks that looked like it was ravaged by cum and piss. On the band, it says POZ PIG. Before instructing me to wear it, Master made me inhale the jock and savor its odor. "This boy, is my golden jock. Many boys before you have worn this and have earned the title that you'll soon receive" Despite being worn numerous of times, it snapped on me perfectly. I looked myself in the mirror and I noticed that my body is now completely shaved except for my head. When Master touches me, it feels like electricity running through my nerves. "Get on the bed now, boy. On your back. We've only just begun. You're doing very good so far." I lied on the bed and Master took out some ropes that was then tightly tied from the bed poster to my limbs. Each leg was tied to each arm to ensure that my ass was spread out to give Master the view he deserved. I was still in bliss thanks to my new friend Tina. Master came up to me and put the pipe in my mouth, directing me to inhale 6 times. The rule was that for every 30 minutes, I would get 6 shots. The lights were then dimmed to reveal the ceiling lights which had UV lamps. Master then took out a chest under his bed. In it contains all the toys that he would use on me. First, he took out a pair of gloves and a jar. The label on the jar read + CUM X + Master came up to me to peck me and brush my face before proclaiming, "This is the last time I will be soft on you. I will be soft on you after you're done which we both aren't sure of when. Are you ready to submit to me? To release your inhibition and be who you truly are?" "YES, MASTER. I AM READY. I SURRENDER MYSELF TO YOU." I shouted with full confidence and determination to realize my true potential. Master only responded with "Good boy. That's the cumdump bitch that's starting to come out of the second closet speaking." He was right. I didn't know where this came from. Techno music started playing and without warning, I felt Master's fingers in me with the content of the jar. It glowed under the lights. First it was one, then two. After, it was his palm and by the time his whole fist was in me, it felt incredible. Despite his warning, Master was gentle and my ass accommodated him with agility. To avoid an early rosebud, Master did not spend too much time fisting me. Rather, he began inserting a string of anal beads to stretch my ass out. "Slowly, but surely, boy. I think we're gonna spend the whole weekend here." I nodded and stared at his eyes with the most lust I've had since I lost my virginity. Each sequencing bead got bigger and as I screech from the initial pain, I slowly moaned at every insertion. 5 beads were now in me and I still did not feel full. It was as if I wanted more. Finally, all 7 were in. Master then slowly pulled out the string and inserted it again. He increased his paced as I groaned and moaned with pleasure. The final pull made me scream with Master chucking and spitting in my mouth. "Good fucking boy. I want to hear those screams because that's how a pig should sound." Bullets of sweats were now perspiring out of my pores and the heat had only made the bed sheets wetter. Master did deliver his promise that it was going to be alright as he fed me the gatorade throughout my stretching for hydration. For some reason, despite experiencing this newfound pleasure, my cock was soft. Master told me that this was normal when you're friends with Tina. I didn't mind as I was enjoying everything that was happening. After the beads, Master began using the different dildos that he had, with the smallest being at least 3 times bigger than the one I have back home. Its girth was larger than a Campbell Can. With each dildo, the precision that Master had was unparalleled. Never have I thought that I could feel this good from my ass being stretched. Throughout my moans, Master was encouraging me and telling me how good of a bitch I was. It was dirty but caring. "Master's really glad you came tonight, boy. I haven't found a potential pig in a while now. You're doing so great. A proper cumdump is what you're going to be, right, boy?" "Yes, Master, I'm embracing the cumdump that I am." "Good, boy. Very good. I rarely do this during first times, but I think it's time to make this a weekend and introduce you to my other friends. Are you ready boy?" "I don't know, Master. Are they like Tina?" "Haha no boy, these are real friends. You're going to serve them too, just like you serve me. Like a true cumpdump, right boy?" "Yes, Master." Master continued to fuck me with each dildos for hours. My ass was now fully stretched but I still felt unfulfilled. As if it's missing something. Master's cock. I wondered when Master will finally impale me and fill me with his seed. Before or after his friends show up? I wasn't sure. The cum in the jar did no justice despite my eyes being fixated on its glow. All I know was that the feeling that I experienced did not subside thanks to the occasional smoke that Master gave me. Time did not feel the same and before I know it, the Sun had started to rise. "Don't worry, boy, this bedroom is always night time." With that, Master closed the shade and put on a different playlist that had a darker electronic tune. "We're not even halfway done, boy. You still have a long way to go." I was still sweating and enjoying the high but the uncertainty of what was about to come made me nervous for a moment. However, after another puff and additional gatorade from Master, I became more excited. Master caressed me for a while and slapped me in intervals, revealing a side of me that enjoys pain. My moans of approval encouraged him to take out his bondage equipment and soon, I was wearing a leather head harness with a ball gag, salivating to Master's nods of appeasement. Chained clamps was then clipped to both nipples and I moaned louder. Master really knows what he was doing and I was savoring every moment of it. "It's already 10 AM. Master has got to run some errands and get some more tools for tonight. Piss on the bed if you want to, boy. That's natural musk." 9 hours passed but it felt like 90 minutes. Before leaving me, Master took out a steel butt plug that's double the size of his fist into me, anchoring me onto the bed, my ass full of the glow jar cum, leaking periodically. I still did not feel full but only a heavy weight in my ass. The TV was then turned on to show some kind of amateur porn. It didn't take long for me to realize it was Master's homemade videos of him fucking his previous boys, some wearing the jock I was wearing. Some boys were blonde, some were muscled, and I recognized one who was the quarterback of the football team. All getting bred by Master and his friends, who were large as Master was. Some of Masters friends would piss in them after breeding them and some had two boys with Master instructing them to fuck each other with a double end dildo while being fed Tina. I couldn't take my eyes away from it for a second. I was left in this state until Master came back. Hunger was not an issue at all as I didn't feel any desire to eat. Just to fuck and cherish everything that I was going through. I peed on the bed twice as the plug made it hard to contain my ladder. It wasn't until Master's 6th film in which an Arab exchange student was begging to be pozzed by Master ended that I hear the door being unlocked. My cock was still limp since 12 hours ago and I was not exhausted at all. I estimated it was already 4 PM. I heard Master's voice trailing from below... "I'm telling you guys, this pig is built different. He's definitely going to make you bust your 3 weeks HV Load, Jack. Also Randy, you better keep that T piss for him." "That's why I brought my own stuff. Unlike Jack!" Laughter then followed from what sounds like more than a group of men who I am certain are Master's friends. To think that I have another 24 hours...

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Up to you, but don't have to be alright with the chance. Doxy pep is good at stopping bacteria STDs, I plan to start it soon, but it's not like the almost certainty prep gives you for HIV protection. And it costs you if you get something, it takes time to get tested and treated, something like gonorrhea can be 2 weeks of feeling crap.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** The character of “Dr Matthew” appears in a couple of chapters of my previous story “The Ten,” and is briefly mentioned in another of my stories “Recharge: Nachladen,” about the Berlin sex party: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/77207-the-ten/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/91253-recharge-party-nachladen/ “Ric” and “Mateo” appear in several of @chi4loads’ stories, including “Ric’s Freshman Year,” and,” and “Ric's 2nd Year At University,” with gracious permission from @chi4loads. Thank you! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/ Dr. Matthew’s Slow and Gradual Conversion Growing up, Matthew Joon Hill was a total bookworm, fascinated by science and biology. Straight As in all scientific subjects matched with a quest for knowledge put him on the path to become a doctor. It felt to him that this is what he was meant for in life. High school flew by for him in 3 years as he got to skip a grade. He mostly ignored any taunts of “nerd,” or “faggot” from high-school bullies as he had his science books to escape into. First chemistry, then biology were fixations for him, and when it came time for college, having aced all his entrance exams, he had multiple schools trying to recruit him for a pre-med track. From all his studies, young Matthew J. Hill didn’t think he had any time for a social life, but once he got to college he discovered, to his surprise, that both guys and girls were attracted to him. Despite his middle name meaning “handsome” in Korean, he was fairly oblivious to the way he looked, but his ½ Korean, ½ Scandinavian heritage had made him fairly exotic among his lily-white high-school. Today, he might be called a “short king,” as he stood all of 5’7”, but he had a tight lean body from years of running track in high school – his only non-scientific activity. And so in college, he hadn’t thought of himself as attractive but one day early in his freshman year, his dorm neighbor Ric who lived down the hall, made a surprising admission to Matthew: “Matty, you know, Mateo and I think you’re really hot.” (Mateo was Ric’s boyfriend, and together, they had quite a reputation among the dorm for their sexual conquests). Matthew was vaguely aware of their exploits – one couldn’t reside in the dorm without hearing of their notoriety – but again, as he was basically blind to his own attractiveness, he went about his business with his nose buried in a book. The only time he wasn’t studying was when he would run on the school’s track - he had a routine of running 4 miles per day augmented with push-ups, squats, lunges and some exercises on the gymnastic apparatus in the middle of the track oval. Matthew the pre-med student never saw the inside of a gym but got in great shape on that track, his body burning energy while his mind concentrated on equations and formulas. “All that running you do, Matty, has put you in great shape, dude,” Ric said to him one night. Ric and Mateo were very explicit when it came to sex. If they wanted you, they flat-out told you – if you weren’t interested, they were fine with that and moved on. But if you showed any interest, they filled you in on the rest of their plan: they were both poz and unmedicated and their favorite thing to do was to spread it to anyone looking for what they called “the upgrade to HIV”. A few times, they would regale Matty or anyone around to listen with their tales of meeting up with chasers at the glory hole arcade on the edge of town. Apparently there was one cubicle there where all the chasers knew to go to get an anonymous poz load of sweet HIV cum delivered up their hole. “Anytime you want it, Matty,” we’ll be happy to help you into the brotherhood,” Ric offered that night. Matthew, still not convinced of his own sexiness, and being perpetually polite, shrugged it off. Of course, he knew from his studies what HIV could do to someone and although Ric and Mateo, as well as most all the guys in his dorm, would now and then catch a roving eye from Matthew, he felt he had no time for a social life and even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t do anything he felt was unsafe. It was with this history, of doubting his own sexiness and committed to science and the understanding of “safe” vs “unsafe” behavior, that pre-med student Matthew Hill became a strong advocate of condoms - and for sex he considered “safe.” He knew he was swimming upstream on this, as gradually HIV infection rates in L.A. were rising again, after years of decline, becoming the “in” thing to have among some gay men in Los Angeles. He even heard about guys getting tattooed to mark themselves as POZ. In fact, more and more guys he would see in the dorm’s shower area would be marked with bio-tats. Ric and Mateo, with their prominent tats, were real-life examples for Matthew of how attitudes had changed. He also heard this in Biology class from a Sociology Department guest speaker, explaining how “fatigue” of certain practices, be they vaccine-fatigue or condom-fatigue were taking hold in certain places, and how scientists had an obligation to try to break through that mindset. With this in mind, he decided he would become an Internal Medicine specialist with a medical practice geared toward gay men. As much as Matthew Hill believed in “responsibility,” and “safe-sex,” he wasn’t participating in any sex, safe or otherwise. A few fumbled encounters with a friend from high-school that really went nowhere, and once or twice he spied a guy in the dorm’s showers or in the locker room after his run, and his cock would grow hard and he’d yank it quickly to make the impulse go away with his load going down the shower drain. It’s not that he was impervious to sexual feelings, but he just wanted to dispense with them quickly so as not to detract from his studies. He said to himself there would be time after he gets his degree to find someone. One night, after a late run, Matthew heard Ric and Mateo entering the shower area, bringing a third guy into an adjoining cubicle. Matthew leaned his head to one side to better hear them over the running water: “Get ready to convert, pig,” Ric said. “Yeah, gonna infect your ass,” Mateo chimed in. “Yeah,” Ric continued,” we’ll start with the toothbrush treatment, then open up your hole with our poz dicks. You’re gonna love being poz!” “Mateo, you’re already pre-cumming like crazy,” remarked Ric to his BF. “Get that HIV seed into this pig’s hole.” As they were fucking the guy, Matthew was torn…On the one hand, as a dedicated medical student, he was disturbed that these guys were intentionally trying to infect this guy with HIV. As for the other hand, Matthew looked down and it was wrapped around his stiff cock and jerking furiously. “Will one fuck really do it”? he heard the guy breathlessly ask Ric and Mateo, who were taking turns on the dude’s pussy with their infected cocks. “Nah, probably not, Keith,” one of them replied. “We gotta fuck our toxic cum into you a few times for it to take. But when it does, you’ll be so happy. Nothing better or more powerful than spreading the gift.” “Here it comes, pig,” he heard Ric say over the sound of moans and running water. “Welcome to HIV.” Even if we don’t turn you tonight, it’s already turned you in your mind.” With that, Ric withdrew from the guy’s hole and Mateo immediately took his place. “Fucking that viral load from my boyfriend deep into you, whore,” he told the guy. “And here comes one of my own,” as he unloaded his HIV up the guy’s hole. For both Ric and Mateo, one cumshot was never enough, and they rearranged themselves and each went back up Keith’s ass for a second impregnation, and from what he could hear in the next shower stall, Matthew realized that Keith wanted to get HIV – it was his choice to pursue it. He was begging Ric and Mateo to “knock him up.” Matthew’s cock grew even harder and suddenly produced a huge hands-free load of neg cum, a bigger load than he ever thought possible, against the glistening tile and he watched it snake down the shower wall. These sessions with the guys and Keith became a regular thing, occurring two or three times a week, and after blowing a huge load just listening to them, Matthew would go back to his dorm room and try to fall asleep, even sometimes opening his biology textbooks to the section on HIV infection, but the intended effect of being repelled by what the textbook explained did not sink in. Instead, upon reading about transmission of HIV and the inevitable path to AIDS-status, his cock would get hard again, pulsing and throbbing for attention from his hand until another load of his cum shot forth. And when sleep eventually would arrive, images of being dominated by the infamous Ric and Mateo would invade his dreams as they toss him around between their hard toxic cocks. Instead of the never-seen Keith getting impregnated by them, it was he himself being deeply bred with pure unmedicated HIV loads, and then Matthew would wake up in a sweat and he’d discover his cock had blown yet another load during the reverie. Eventually, the shower sessions with Keith stopped. A couple of weeks later, he was eating his lunch and Ric and Mateo were sitting nearby - he heard them say “Keith got 2 lines on his test,” as they high-fived each other. In the waking hours of daylight, his thoughts occupied by science, Matthew was deeply horrified and ashamed at his apparent fascination with guys pozzing each other on purpose. Yet at night, once sleep came, he had the same dream of Ric and Mateo and now Keith (even though he had never met Keith) doing the same to him. Then, one night, after a boring Science Department function, where he, unusually for him, partook of a glass of wine, Matthew Joon Hill, the pre-med student, had an urge that wouldn’t wait until bedtime, and he found himself driving his car to the adult movie arcade Ric talked about. Summoning up his nerve, he ventured inside the establishment, paid the entrance fee and went forth into the dark. Lighted arrows on the dark floor being the only guidance, he made his way to a small room, basically a cubicle, and with the key they gave him upon paying, he opened the door and stripped off his clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. “I’ll just look around, I won’t do anything,” he said to himself, his mind trying to convince his cock and hole which were yearning for man-on-man action, like he heard all those times with Ric, Mateo and Keith in the shower room. His cock was already rigid and tented up the towel. “Just taking a look around,” he reassured himself as he walked through the darkened rooms, lit only by the vintage porn playing on screens on the far wall. “Won’t do anything, just checking it out,” again he told himself. Moving into the glory hole area, Matthew stooped down to peer through the hole at crotch level. Nobody was there but he heard footsteps coming toward him. “OK, get out of here now,” his thoughts told him. But before he could leave, he felt a hand through the opening reach out and grab his hardening cock. Matthew trembled at the touch of another man, it had been so long since this occurred. He looked down and saw his cock as hard and engorged like it had never been. “Is that my cock?” he actually thought to himself “has it grown?” The hand continued holding his hard cock and Matthew wordlessly moved closer and put it through the opening. “This was actually happening”, he said to himself, as the man swallowed his rigid pole in one breath and was sucking on it furiously. Matthew’s mind went blank for a moment, and then he pictured the hot fuckers from the next shower stall, Ric and Mateo and Keith to be sucking him and swapping poz talk in the process. His cock reached the inevitable climax, shooting a huge load down the man’s throat. The guy greedily swallowed the load and inhaled the still-stiff member of Matthew’s as it shot the remaining few drops of seed. “You want the gift, dude? Turn around,” the man ordered, freeing his mouth from Matthew’s spent dick. In a haze, and without questioning, Matthew turned around and offered his hole to the opening in the wall. He felt the quick application of cold lube on his virgin hole and before he knew fully what was happening, the guy’s huge raw cock was inside him and pistoning in and out of Matthew’s cunt. A brief interlude of pain was soon replaced by a feeling he had never felt before, as the man’s hard cock pummeled his insides. His mind wavered between saying “make him use a condom,” and mental images of Ric and Mateo as he had heard them pozzing Keith. After a few minutes of this, he felt the man’s cock grow even harder and felt about 9 pulsations of warm seed flooding his hole. Matthew shuddered and shook as his own cock, now hard again spurted forth another load, hands-free, splattering the opposite wall of the cubicle 3 feet away. His cock had never felt so big, so engorged and he never shot a load like that before. Once the guy withdrew from Matthew’s virgin hole, the guy leaned forward to the opening and said to Matthew “Thanks, brother, enjoy that gift I gave you, hope it takes,” Looking back through the glory hole, he could just make out a bio-hazard symbol tattooed on the guy’s furry abdomen, just above his dripping cock, surrounded by 2 dark Xs tattooed around it. As the reality of what had just occurred started to sink in, Matthew hurried back to his cubicle, got dressed and was out the door of the sex club, walking to his car when it hit him. Just then, he saw the guy who had just loaded him also leaving and getting into a classic silver Mustang, parked under a street lamp, then he saw the license plate as well: PZZNGUP. “What did that mean, ‘the gift’?” he wondered. “Could that guy have been HIV positive?” “What did that bio-hazard tat mean?” The thought he might have just taken a toxic-poz load scrambled his mind as he drove, and he had to pull off the highway for a moment. His hand reached between his legs and felt his cock stiffening again. Clearly, he was feeling deeply conflicted between what he knew to be true on one level and what he felt deep inside. The next morning, he went to the Student Health Center for post-exposure meds, and in the light of day, he vowed to himself never to do that again, never to succumb to temptation, and never even to interact with Ric and Mateo again. The self-scare tactic worked, and indeed it worked for years. He had no further sexual encounters of any kind once he resolved to suppress those feelings. And with the same single-mindedness that got him through both high-school now college in 3 years, he graduated with high honors, and got into prestigious UCLA Medical School for 3 years of intensive study, followed by internship and residency and then he joined the thriving private practice of Dan Martinelli, MD in West Hollywood. In time, Dr Matthew, as all his patients, 95% of whom were gay men called him, found a boyfriend and even moved in with him for awhile. Jim and he only ever had condom-sex, and it often left Matthew unsatisfied, feeling like he was missing out on something. His loads, when he did cum, were weak dribbles rather than projectiles like that time at the arcade…that time he still thought about, all these years later. His work consumed him, though, and after 2 years, Jim moved out, telling Matthew he didn’t want to be with a workaholic anymore. And then, a few months later, when Dr. Martinelli wanted to retire from the practice and move to Palm Springs, Matthew had accumulated enough capital to buy the business outright, and the first order of business was to hire a few new nurses. He held interviews with many candidates in the conference room which looked over the parking lot. One day, a nurse candidate drove up and parked in front of big window, ready for their interview. Matthew looked at the next name on the list: Keith Connolly. Matthew watched him get out of a vintage silver Mustang and walk to the entrance. It was then he saw it. The guy’s license plate: PZZNGUP End of Chapter 1

After a night of being filled by cock, piss, cum & fist there is nothing better than to get face fucked by a bottom equally well wrecked & filled. Eating out fellow sloppy cum dumps is like being in paradise 🤪 🤪 🤪.

Most times I want a hot load in my guts, it's so good feeling my guy throbbing and pumping cum in me as we're kissing. But last week I had a lot of fun blowing a Canadian guy who was staying at a nearby hotel. Just slowly blowing him, having fun, then he suddenly grabbed my head to keep me on his dick and shot a massive load. Every time I thought it's the last shot he shot another big pulse of cum. Each one was the amount most guys cum total. It was a lot of fun. He's gone home now and we never got to meet again, but who knows, maybe again some time we'll meet.

Love a chilled out guy who enjoys connecting. The kind of guy you can spend ages with rolling around, kissing, fucking, feeling happy together, that's a sexy guy. I'll meet with a guy who says the right things about wanting this over a hotter looking guy who doesn't say them. A lot of good sex is in the connection. For totally physical things, I love a hairy guy. I have a hairy vers friend and missionary with him is amazing. It's feeling my dick rubbing between our thick, warm treasure trails as he's fucking me, or feeling his between us as I'm fucking him, it's maximum pleasure for me. And could frot all day with him, everything feels great on my hands and dick with a warm furry man. So yeah, hairy is hot. Nice beard too, love how that feel in my fingers and as we're kissing. A guy that can last a while too. Having my prostate and hole worked feels good, but when we hit 10+ minutes with a guy who's doing it well it goes to a totally new level. Having a prostate orgasm is maybe possible.

I met him on doublelist. A straight guy with a girlfriend was just looking for a sub cocksucker who also enjoys licking ass. I went over his house, sucked on his cock, ate his ass, licked his ball until he came. After about 3 weeks, he started shooting down my throat. He shoots big loads, saves them for me. I like when I am sucking him, he tells himself what a faggot I am, that I know my place, that i am a cockslave. After like a month and a half, I don't just swallow his load but clean up all the cum and get every last drop after he shoots. He always cums while he is seated on the couch. When it is feeding time, he holds my head down for like ten seconds while he pumps. When I do a really good job, I get a followup email congratulating me.

So, I didn’t expect this, but I had sex in Tampere (Finnland) all the three nights I spent there. I arrived on Sunday and I already posted about that kinky night. Although today I arrived back at the hotel dead tired I was horny again. Fortuna likes me sometimes. After I just started jerking off, I received a message on Grindr. Are you in this hotel? Horny? The guy wasn’t extra but was in the same hotel only 5 stairs far from me. I was in his room in 10 minutes and after he sucked for a while I fucked him fast and dumped my load in his hole. I let the best to the end. Already in the first night we started to talk with this guy. He was so hot. Do you remember the Wrigleywill cumdump? He looked like him but was a bit more handsome. A real Finnish guy. Moreover he had an amazing muscular body, hot tattoos, big fat firm ass, and tight but easily open hole. So I visited him, ate his ass, fucked him many times and also dildo fucked him. He had three amazing assgasm. Finally I went on his ass.

Hey Guys, My first night at the Vault (London) it delivered as you've all said, fucked countless times, and numerous loads. It was wall to wll fucking, a lot more full on the average sauna.

Oh Please please please tell us this is all part of Rick’s plan, and that the poz top at the ABS is also one of Rick and the Prof’s friends. If would be better still if the prof finds him there, or during the field trip takes him in to make sure Dan gets the ‘total’ experience of the area! Great writing @mancoco , as ever, thank you 🙂

I got up around 1am to use the bathroom and heard noises coming from Rick's bedroom. I used the bathroom then went over to his room. I peek my head passed the door frame to look in. It was Rick fucking a young kid, again around my age, 19 or so. He was a bit shorter than me and thinner. He was on all fours with his ass in the air and Rick was pumping into him. "Fuck me Daddy fuck me with your huge cock and cum in me" the kid moaned "Yeah tell Daddy what you really want" Rick said back fucking his hard "I want your POZ cum in me. Charge me Daddy with your seed. Please cum in me. Make me pregnant with your charged potent cum" he begged pushing back on Rick's hard cock. My hand was on my cock stroking it. I was so hard. Rick started to pound him hard. Fucking his ass, the slapping sound was loud, the kid just moaned. The Rick pulled out, flipped him over put his legs on his shoulders and rammed into the kid. The kid yelled out in pain and his eyes almost popped out of his head. I know the feeling. Even though he is fucking you, when Rick comes in from another position and slams into its like fucking you for the first time. My ass started to clench. I didn't know why. After a few strokes the kid started to moan again. "Tell me again what you want Daniel" Rick said WTF his name is Daniel. "Cum in me please. Shoot your POZ load in me. Make me pregnant" he moaned "You got it" Rick said back Then Rick went into overdrive and started to fuck the shit out of the kid. The kid just started to moan like crazy and panting. My cock was leaking as I stroked it. "Ahhhh here it comes Daniel" Rick yelled as he was cumming in the kid. "OHHH Daddy yes shoot in me, knock me up, I want your DNA in me." the kid yelled back The after a few seconds the kid started to shoot cum all over Rick and himself. He shot like 7-8 spurts of cum. They continued to fuck and moan and could see Rick start to come down. I walked back to my bedroom got into bed and fingered myself with two fingers and jacked off. Thinking of what I just saw. What were the odds he fucked someone with a name similar to me. I though damn that kid is lucky. I stopped thinking and just pleasured myself soon cumming all over my stomach and then licking up my fingers from my ass and cum on my stomach and chest. As I reflected more I thought why would he want HIV? What was the attraction? He wanted it so much. The thought of being knocked up stuck in my head as I fell fast asleep.

We got out of the shower and dried off. Rick asked if I was still taking the PEP. I said yes while looking down. "Its okay. Take it for as long as you want. Okay" he said lifting my chin and kissing me. "Okay" I smiled back and kissed him slipping him my tongue. He sucked on it and kissed and pulled back. "Sorry I gotta get into the office" Rick He rushed out in his towel to his bedroom. I stayed in the shower and rinsed off again. I put my finger in my ass and pulled it out and sucked on my fingers. It tasted so good. I can't believe I am enjoying tasting cum and my ass. I finished in the shower, dried off and got ready to get into the office. Another similar day at work. I saw the Professor and we made small talk. More people were in the office so it was difficult to flirt. He was wearing his biker shorts today again but it was a silver one with black lines and seemed a bit more sheer and showed off his cock and the ring in his cock more. Only I saw it as he wanted to talk about the field trip in his office before he changed clothes. He could see me catch a glance. After work I went to my classes. At the end of my class and surprisingly I got a text from Jane. She asked if I wanted to meet for coffee. I said yes. We met at a coffee shop off campus and it was not busy as it was late afternoon. We both got a drink and sat down. "I am sorry Jane for what happened. I was wrong and I hope you will forgive me" I started off "Thank you for that. What the fuck happened" she said "I don't know honestly. Moving in there I wasn't interested in men or hiding it. I wasn't leading a secret life" I said "But it was subtle and he got me feeling things I have never felt before" I said "You never had sex with a man before this in your life or while we were dating" she asked "No. I did a little jack off when I was younger and most boys go thru something life that. But no" I replied "He drug you? I am having a difficult time understanding how you are suddenly gay" she said. I told her I don't know but it was experiences with Rick. It was how he made me feel. Also how he touched my just putting on sun screen. How he showed me about my body and pleasure points and it was things I never felt before. "How did he make me feel, that I didnt?" she asked "I felt safe, beautiful, cared for, not judged" I said soflty looking down She looked mad. "I dont mean you didnt make me feel that way totally but he made me feel it more. I dont know how to explain it" I said "I get that. I know I can be a pain sometimes, and I am sorry for that" "So you are gay now?" she asked I paused "I dont know. I am still working through it but for the moment yes I guess I am" I said "Are you mad that I am or might be" I asked "No dumbshit. Of course not. If you are gay, then thats fine and I am happy for you" she said "That is not why I am mad at you. Whether you are gay or not, you still cheated on me" she said "I know and I am so sorry about cheating on you. I have no excuse" I said sincerely "Ok. I accept your apology. I am still going to be mad at you for a while but I am not fuming" she said smiling "You still have some stuff at my place. You can come by and pick it up" she said "So are you and Rick a couple now" she asked "No not really. I dont know. He is helping me through this" I said "I am sure he is" she said teasing me "What do you mean" I asked in a defensive tone "Look at you and look at him. Your hot Dan and he's an old troll. He's not even handsome and he looks a little sick" she said "He use a condom on you that night?" she asked "No" I said quietly Her eyes opened wide. "WTF are you doing" she said. Jane was a nursing student and worked at the local hospital. "I dont know. I am on PEP" I told her. "It was in the moment. And it felt right" I said looking at her eye to eye "Ok. Well just take care of yourself and stay on the regimen. Don't miss a pill." she said holding my hand "Yes I wont forget" I said "I knew something was up with yo moving in there" she said "What do you mean" I asked "You were acting a little funny, always wanting to go home early and not wanting to fuck me." she said. "And I thought that night I met you after you cleaned the pool and kissed me, I thought I could taste cum on your lips." she said "Did you? She asked "No, I didnt. I was actually my cum. He was giving me a massage near the pool and I was leaking a lot and he had me taste it" I said and told her the rest. "Wow he really knows what he is doing" she said "How so" she said "He seduced you. It's like the first time you and I hung out and the way you touched me and then you fingered me. It sent electricity though me. Thats how you got me. And you hot and your cock is hard. Or at least it used to be" she said laughing "Yeah I guess you are right" I told her We eneded up talking there for over an hour about school, work and life. After we finished we agreed to stay in touch. I picked up dinner and went home. When I got home Rick wasn't home so I ate, had a few beers and went to bed early. It was 10pm.

Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.

To the OP, I've been tossing this one around in my mind occasionally - There are any number of attributes that could fit the bill, and a warm smile, guile-less eye to eye contact, some body-hair is nice, but the #1 thing that I find most attractive - compelling, even - is a guy that simply loves hard, raw cock, and displays his love of wanton group sex easily, guiltlessly, proudly and openly. I'll gladly get in line for a guy like that.

Then he suddenly stopped and turned me over. He pulled me up on my knees and spread my cheeks and went back to eating me out. I moaned again putting my head down and just enjoying the pleasure. He got one of his old dirty shirts and put it under my nose along with worn underwear. I inhaled them and it made my buzz even further. After a few minutes of eating me out, playing with my balls and cock, I felt Rick stand up behind me. He put something wet on my hole and put his cock at the entrance of my hole. I was so in bliss and I felt him his large head enter me. I let out a scream in pain. "Ahhhhhh it hurts." I yelled "It's okay baby, it will hurt now but trust me you will be enjoying it soon enough. It will feel amazing. I promise. Have I been wrong yet?" Rick said comforting me "No" I said He pushed back again trying to get in. It hurt like hell and he had difficulty cause his head was fat. "Relax just breathe and smell my clothes. And now push back like you are taking a shit" he said I inhaled his shirt and got a buzz and pushed my ass out like I was taking a shit and holy crap it popped in. But it hurt. "Argghhhhhh" I yelled in pain. "Ahhh yeah that's it boy. I am in you. Fuck your cunt is so wet right now" he said. "Daddy stop please. It hurts. And you have HIV. I don't want to get AIDS" I cried out "Don't worry baby you might not get it." he said as he pushed forward into me. It was ripping me apart I yelled in pain. Now he had pushed me down flat on my stomach. He had his hands on my hips keeping me down. He kept sinking into me. "Ahhhhhh it hurts" I cried out He was now lying on me. "Don't worry baby you have half of me in you. Only a little more to go" he whispered in my ear. I felt his hands on my nipples working them sending shocks to my cock. He pushed further while pulling on my nipples causing pain in both. It made my ass not as sore. It hurt really bad. I felt each inch rip my hole apart in his width and pushing in his depth. Then I felt something in my belly. Like he hit something. He pushed and I yelled out in pain. I was tearing and it hurt bad. I tried to adjust but he was too big and heavy for me. I finally felt his crotch against my ass. "Ohhh Dan. I am finally all in you. Fuck your pussy feels so good. I feel it pulsing around my cock. I wants me in there. "Rick said in my ear kissing my ear and now kissing my neck. I moaned back. His hands still playing my nipples. I felt his slowly pull partially out and push back in. I kept letting out cries of pain as it still hurt but after a couple of minutes my ass felt like it adjusted or was just numb to his cock. He kept this up and his cock started to hit that spot his finger did but in a more powerful and intense way. I started to moan. It started to feel a little good. There was pain but now pleasure had entered from stage right. "Hmmm yeah your pussy enjoying this. Your pussy and my cock were meant for each other" he said. "Rick please stop soon. I don't want to get HIV please", I said in a half moan. He fucking me slowly and the pressure was intense and the pleasure started to build up. He pulled back with just the tip in. I thought he was going to pull out and in my body's betrayal my ass lifted up off the couch. It wanted his cock back in me. "Yeah your pussy wants DAddy's cock doesn't it. You want me to pull out?" he said as he pushed back into me. I let out a moan. I was in conflict. I didn't want HIV. "No please..." I moaned "Please what" he said as he sped up his pumping. "Please" I moaned He kept pumping. His breath got heavy. I knew he was cumming. "Please pull out please. I don't want to get HIV. Rick please" I cried out He kept pounding me. I tried to lift off but he was too big for me. "Yeah fuck your cunt is mine. I am going to cum in you. Give you my POZ load. You want it don't you. You want Daddy's cum in your cunt", he said. He was close "No please don't....don't" I yelled trying to push up "You sure, your cunt is squeezing me...your pussy wants it. You know you want it. You've always wanted it" he yelled My mind was racing, no don't want HIV, why would I. I don't want it. "Here is comes bitch" he yelled I felt his cock get bigger in which I didn't think was possible and felt him shoot load after load into me. I felt his hot cum hitting my walls. It was an incredible weird feeling. I just lay there taking it. I began to tear and sob a little. Rick kept pumping slowly until he was done with me. He pulled out of me and off me and sat back on the couch. I stayed lying down for a minute and slowly got up and sat up. "Dan you ok" Rick asked "Yeah, no, I dont know" I said tearing "I told you once I fuck someone I always come in them. Right?" Rick said "Yes" I replied "But I said dont cum in me" I replied "What did I just say. You knew" Rick said sternly "Yes I know", I replied "Then why did you let me fuck you in the first place", Rick said "You let me cock in you. You even pushed back on me a few times. I could feel your cunt pull me in" he said All this talk made my head spin. "You sure you didn't want me to fuck you and cum in you" Rick said now sitting closer to me. "I don't know why I didn't stop you at the beginning or tell me to stop when I asked?" I said "Maybe its cause you know you want me to fuck you and to cum in you" Rick said rubbing my thigh. "I don't want to get HIV." I said "You sure. I know you wanted my cum and you wanted me to fuck you. You even enjoyed it", Rick said "No I don't. I don't know what I want and didn't enjoy it" I countered back to him "You sure you didn't want it or enjoy it" Rick said pointing down to the couch. I didn't realize it but I had cum. There was a puddle of my cum on the couch. "I know you did. Your pussy wanted this. You wanted this. If you didn't you wouldn't have come with me tonight. You know I have HIV and I am not on meds. You see how I look. You know I am sick. But your pussy tells me otherwise" Rick said as his finger was now back in me rubbing my gspot. My cock was hard and leaking again. I was so confused. I had just been fucked by a man with HIV who is not on meds and he came in me. I don't want to get sick. What is wrong with me?

With his first ABS experience under his belt, what will Dan do next? He has two known toxic men who can feed his need to be bred by poz guys. Did Rick create a monster by giving Dan his approval to visit the ABS? Only @mancocoknows. Thanks for keeping us readers aching for the installment!