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I finished up at work and left early. I went to my classes and then I had my appointment with the health clinic for a follow up. I met with Rob, the same nurse counselor I had the last time. He seemed happy to see me. "So how are you doing?" he asked "Good" I replied "Tell me what you have been up to in your relationships. Still with men and women?" he asked I looked down. "No, just been with men since we last talked" I replied softly "Ok cool. It's fine. No judgement here. Men, women, trans, its all ok. I am gay too if that makes you feel better" he said "Oh I'm not gay, I'm just you know" I said quickly "No I don't know." he said I paused and thought. "I guess yes, I am liking being with men more. At least sexually its been great with men." I replied "How so" asked "I feel more fulfilled, intimate, way more pleasure with a man." I told him "Can you explain in more detail" he asked I told him, first it was the touching by another man. The way I was touched and how good and sensual it felt. As an example just being touched in my inner thigh and how I was so aroused. Being kissed by a man and also being held and in some ways mentored in erotic touching and sex. It was both sensual and erotic I explained. Also being eaten out was amazing. I never knew having my ass eaten out felt so good. "Sounds like you have been introduced and have explore male intimacy. It's fulfilling?" he said and asked "Yes it is. I have never felt orgasms so intense and strong. Especially having my ass played with, eaten and even fucked" I said "You like your ass played with and fucked" he asked "Yes. I also have never orgasmed without touching my cock" I said feeling comfortable "You mean from anal intercourse?" he asked " Yes. The orgasm is so intense" I said "How so" he asked "It starts from deep in my groin area and spreads and just have energy and electricity going thru my body. I have a difficult time just cumming from jacking off", I said I could see his look change at me. I could see some desire in listening to me but keeping it still professional. My cock was hard as he noticed looking down and smiling at me. I could see his hard cock too. "Is there anything else you like about anal sex and dont' like" he asked I paused "I like the feeling of him cumming in me." I said "What do you like about it" he asked I paused for at least 20 seconds to think. "The feeling of that hot spurt in me and being filled. Also I think having his cum in me. I don't know why or explain fully what I am feeling but yes having his cum in me" I said "Has Rick been your only partner" he asked I looked down, "No" I said "How many partners have you had" he asked "I don't know" I said "Oh ok. How many do you think you have had" he asked "Maybe 6 I think. I am not sure." I replied "You don't remember each one? Where you at their place or yours or other" he asked "Rick was one, then one of my Professors and then I went to an ABS" I said "Your Professor? He coerce you?" he asked "No nothing like that at all. I think he knew I found him attractive and he me. He invited me over to swim at his place and we ended up having sexy. It was totally consensual" I replied "That's good to hear. Sometimes its not a fully consensual relationship. There is a power dynamic there that can be unfair." he said "So at the ABS you had multiple partners? Safe sex?" he asked "Yes I think it was four. I think 1 was safe with a condom and 3 were not and 2 may have been HIV positive" I said "Have you been taking your PEP regularly" he asked "Yes, I have." I said a little conflicted "Why do you sound unsure" he asked "I have taken it. I am confused about wanting to continue" I replied "Yes I remember our discussion about having sex with HIV positive men without protection" he replied "What are you confused about still" he asked "Whether I want to keep taking it. Why at the ABS I don't know why but I came without touching myself both by the POZ tops" I said "Did you know they were POZ" he asked "One I did and one I didn't know" I said "How did you feel about that and what was it like and why was it so pleasurable?" he asked "I do not know. One just the way he fucked me it was so intense and primal and I could feel him fully shoot in me. I came without touching myself. After I came, he told me he was POZ and shot in me. He said he could feel my pussy cling to his cock and squeeze it. The other when he told me he was POZ I just started to cum. He also said my pussy was sucking the cum out of him." I said reciting what had happened. I could see him listening with interest and aroused. "I even asked Rick after why. He suggested it was POZ tops fuck more wild than non-POZ in some cases" I said "I also didn't care for the married guys especially the one with the condom. It felt good but nothing like bare cock" I said "It sounds like you like to have men who are HIV positive have anal sex with you. And orgasm and cum in you" he said I paused "I don't know. I do not want to get HIV" I said "Are you sure? Your cock tells me otherwise and so does your actions" he said looking down at my cock All this talk made my cock hard and it was poking thru my shorts and I had a small wet spot on my shorts. "I noticed your cock. It got hard when we talked about male intimacy it got soft when we talked about other men it got soft again but as you talked about having anal sex with you and cumming in you especially POZ men your cock grew" he said looking down. He reached out and put his hand on my thigh. "And that's ok if that is how you feel. There is no judgement here. I have many clients who have faced the same crossroads as you" he said I paused and looked down. "I know I am confused. My body enjoys being fucked by a man and even more HIV men. It seems they push my buttons more and make me feel more pleasure more sensual" I said "I don't know what it is" I said I went on to recap again to him how watching those young me getting fucked by Rick and begging for his POZ cum in them made me both aroused and jealous. I told him how there is something intimate about allowing a man to cum in you and for his seed to be in you. "What do you find arousing about being with an HIV positive man" he asked "The act of the sex is primal. They fuck is better and is more aggressive, sensual and erotic at least the few I have been with. Second I think is the intimacy with another man to have him fuck you bare and cum in you. His cum in my hole. And I this may sound weird but having his HIV cum with his DNA marking me and infecting me. He will always be a part of me. I know this sounds weird but having his baby." I said "Look down" he said My cock was throbbing now pulsing on its own. The wet spot was bigger. "I think it is also a turn on to give myself to a man. Offer me to him. Have him take me. There is something erotic about that. And then the connection of his body to mine. His cum swimming around in my ass trying to impregnate me. Being filled with his seed." I said sighing and then grabbing my hard cock. "What do you mean by getting pregnant?" he asked "Having his POZ cum in me making me infected with his DNA and impregnates me with his DNA. Its like giving myself to my man" I said "I first hated when they called me ass a pussy. But now I used to it. Even like it I think. My ass has become a pussy. Wanting to get fucked and cum in it." I said "Sometimes some gay bottoms get assgasms or pussgasms or some call them sissygasms where they experience intense orgasms from their pussy. And can orgasm multiple times. Have you had that?" he asked "Yes it was incredible" I said "I guess I do like the thought of being a gay bottom whose ass is now a pussy for men to fuck. It brings me so much pleasure" I said looking at him "I can tell" he said his hand now on my hard cock. "What brings you pleasure?" he asked "Giving myself to my man, letting him take me for his pleasure, receiving his seed in my pussy. Its fulfilling, intimate, sensual and makes me feel good, beautiful and sexy." I said "Sounds like you have made a decision kind of" he said "Maybe" I said "Is it any man or a certain man to give yourself to?" he asked "I think for now its Rick. He is the one who introduced me to male intimacy, pleasure and connection." I said "Ok what can I do for you?" he asked I guess I need an HIV test to see that I am negative or POZ. "Are you hoping for one or the other if I may ask. And you do not have to answer I am just curious?" he asked "I hope I am negative. Rick wanted to keep me on PEP and make sure I take it everyday." I replied "Ok lets do the test", he said He conducted the test and said I could wait in the waiting room. I left and went to the waiting room. I used my back pack to hide the wet spot on my crotch. There were a few other students and one teacher in the waiting room. I hope i am negative.

Part 2 Sleep was a fractured, drifting thing. Chad was on his stomach, sweating, the cool hotel sheets a balm against his hot skin. He floated in and out of consciousness, the lingering euphoria from the ecstasy pill making his dreams vivid and his limbs heavy. The bass from the club still seemed to echo in his bones, a phantom rhythm that kept him from sinking into true rest. He was vaguely aware of the bed shifting beside him, the weight of his partner Jake moving. Then, a touch. A cool, firm hand was rubbing slow circles on his back. It was a familiar, comforting gesture, and Chad hummed softly in his semi-sleep, leaning into it. But the touch didn't stay comforting for long. It grew more insistent, more possessive. Jake's hand moved lower, tracing the curve of his spine down to the swell of his ass. Chad's eyes fluttered open, the room coming into soft focus. The touch was no longer gentle; it was a massage that was turning into a grope. Panic, cold and sharp, began to prickle at the edges of his haze. He felt Jake shift, and then the distinct sound of skin on skin as Jake jerked his own cock to full hardness. Jake's 7-inch uncut cock was thick and demanding. Chad knew it intimately. He could picture it now, the foreskin pulling back to expose the flushed, pink head. A hand left his back, and a moment later, fingers began to knead the flesh of his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. Chad froze. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of terror. He couldn't move, couldn't speak. He could only lie there, a prisoner in his own body, as Jake's finger brushed against his hole. And then it wasn't a brush. It was a press. A finger, insistent and probing, began to push inside. The finger sank in with shocking ease. There was no resistance. There was only wetness. Jake stopped. The sudden stillness was more terrifying than the movement. Chad's breath hitched in his throat. He felt the finger withdraw, a slow, deliberate pull. He kept his face buried in the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut, praying this was a nightmare he would wake from from. "Look at me," Jake's voice was low, dangerously quiet. Chad couldn't. A hand grabbed his hair, turning his head forcefully. Jake's face was inches from his, his expression unreadable in the dim light, but his eyes glinted with something cold and hard. He held his finger, the one that had been inside Chad, in front of Chad's face. It was glistening. "What's this, young man?" Jake's voice was a silken whisper, laced with steel. "Who's been naughty?" He brought the slick finger to Chad's lips. "I have so many questions, but later. For now... lick it off my fingers." Chad's stomach churned with a nauseating mix of shame and fear. He hesitated, and Jake's grip on his hair tightened. Obediently, his tongue darted out, tasting the bitter, salty evidence of his betrayal. The taste of Asha, of himself, of his lie. Chad sucked it like it was a cock. As far as he could take it in his mouth. "Good boy," Jake murmured, releasing his hair. He moved behind Chad again, his presence a looming threat. "Spread your legs young man". The command was absolute. Chad's body complied, his legs moving apart of their own volition. Jake leaned down and pressed his tongue inside Chad’s sloppy hole. “Mmm, I think you’re ready for MY cock now.” He felt Jake settle between them, the thick head of his cock nudging against his entrance. There was no preparation, no gentleness. The cum from Asha, still warm inside him, was the only lubricant. Jake entered him in one brutal, punishing thrust. The air was forced from Chad's lungs in a silent scream. It wasn't like before. This wasn't a secret, fierce encounter. It was powerful and decisive. It was new. It wasn’t like Jake. He normally took it slow - he was normally gentle and would make sure Chad was ok. This time, Jake was angry and horny, a terrifying combination. His hands gripped Chad's hips, holding him in place as he began to fuck him with a rough, unrelenting rhythm. Each thrust was a statement, a claim. “You are mine, you little slut.” Chad felt it differently. The pain was sharp, a burning stretch that stole his breath. But underneath it, something else was happening. The roughness, the anger, the sheer force of Jake taking what was his—it was a punishment Chad felt he deserved. He had been naughty. He had broken the rules. And this was the consequence. His body, despite the pain, began to respond to the raw aggression. He wasn't just a passive recipient; he was the vessel for Jake's rage and lust, his own guilt and pleasure intertwining into a confusing, intoxicating cocktail. Jake's grunts were harsh in the quiet room. He was fucking Chad not for pleasure, but to erase, to overwrite, to reclaim. He was driving Asha out of him with every deep, invasive stroke. Chad's own cock was trapped against the mattress, friction building a reluctant, shameful arousal within him. He was loving every thrust. And he loved how deep Jake entered him. Chad’s cock was raging hard. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, not from the pain, but from the overwhelming complexity of it all. With a final, guttural roar, Jake slammed into him one last time, his body going rigid as he emptied himself deep inside Chad, adding his own claim to the one already there. He stayed there for a long moment, his weight pinning Chad down, his chest heaving against Chad's back. Then, just as suddenly as it began, it was over. Jake pulled out and rolled away, his back turning to Chad. The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating, filled with all the words that hadn't been spoken. Chad didn't move. He lay there, his body aching and used, two loads of cum cooling inside him. He was no longer drifting. He was wide awake, and the consequences of his actions were no longer a secret. They were a physical, painful reality seeping into the sheets beneath him. Stay tuned for part 3.

When I was 37 I dated this top guy for about a year. Everywhere we went complete strangers would come up to us and tell my boyfriend he wanted to borrow me to suck his cock or fuck my ass. The first time I was shocked and confused. My boyfriend said sure and told the guy that he would keep a look out at the restroom door. He looked at me and just said "Suck his cock. Swallow. He better not complain about you" I followed the guy in the bathroom and sucked and swallowed. No complaints. My boyfriend told me that was going to happen a lot when were together. He told a lot of his friends that anytime they saw us together I could be borrowed. I found out later he had a group text of about 50 guys. When we would go out he'd post a text with location and they would show up. I learned to be lubed and ready if I wanted a smooth fuck. Restrooms at dyi stores were a big spot. Other spots were of course bars. Once a van pulled up at the mall. Windowless can and three guys. My boyfriend shopped while I was bred and fed by three guys in the van parked about 50 feet from the main entrance. That boyfriend was really hot and whored me out without a second thought. He ended up joining the military and between basic and deployments we stopped seeing each other. He could have whored me out to the entire military and I would have been happy.

Part 1 It all started at the nightclub The bass was a physical force, a deep, primal thrum that vibrated up from the soles of their feet and into their chests. Inside the packed club, the air was thick with heat, sweat, and the sweet, cloying scent of spilled drinks. Strobe lights sliced through the darkness, illuminating a sea of moving bodies. Jake stands at 5’11’’, brown hair, boyish food looks. Clean shaven. Average build. He’s wearing tight jeans and a sweat soaked black tank top. At 42, Jake moved with a comfortable confidence, his arm often finding its way around the waist of his partner, Chad. At 21, Chad was a vision of youthful energy. His lean, sweaty and hairless torso glistened under the lights, his brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Every few minutes, his blue eyes would find Jake's, a silent, loving check-in in the chaotic environment. They were with another couple, longtime friends of Jake's. Asha, a sexy Arabic man, was impossible to miss. At 47, he was a towering, muscular presence with a thick, dark beard and a body covered in a dense mat of hair that was visible even in the dim light. His partner Andrew was a man of similar age, moved with a quieter grace beside him. It was the first time Chad and Asha had met, and an immediate, electric current sparked between them. It wasn't anything overt, just a series of lingering glances across the dance floor. When they found themselves near each other, Asha's hands would "accidentally" brush against Chad's side, and Chad would lean into the touch, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. The flirting was a secret language spoken only between them, hidden in the chaos of the club. During a break, Chad slipped away to the restroom. The line was long, but a muscular, tattooed guy with dilated pupils and a wide grin leaned in close. “You’re fucking adorable. First time?" he'd asked, not waiting for an answer before pressing 2 small pills into Chad's palm. "For a better time." Chad didn't hesitate. He popped one in his mouth and swallowed it with a sip of water. He found Asha near the bar and, under the guise of pointing something out, pressed the pill into his hand. Asha's fingers closed around it, his dark eyes meeting Chad's with a flash of understanding and raw hunger. Asha popped it into his mouth without a second thought, swallowing it dry. The next hour was a blur. The music seemed to melt into a single, continuous wave of euphoria. Chad felt a profound connection to everyone, to the music, to the lights. He danced with Jake, but his eyes kept finding Asha, who was now moving with an uninhibited, primal energy, his body a force of nature on the dance floor. Finally, the lights came up, signaling the end of the night. The spell was broken. The four men, sweaty and exhausted, piled into a taxi back to the hotel. In the quiet of the car, the energy shifted. Chad rested his head on Jake's shoulder, the secret of the pill and the stolen glances with Asha buzzing under his skin. The hotel suite was cool and quiet after the club's sensory overload. It had two bedrooms, linked by a single, large master bathroom. Jake and Chad headed for one room, Asha and his partner for the other. Doors closed, and the suite fell silent. Jake was already half-asleep, but Chad was wide awake, the ecstasy still humming through his veins. He needed to piss. He slipped out of bed, padding silently across the carpet and pushing open the door to the shared bathroom. The light was on. Asha was there, standing in front of the toilet, his muscular frame tense. He was fully naked, his hairy body on display. He seemed to be struggling, his brow furrowed in concentration. A common, frustrating side effect of ecstasy. Chad didn't say a word. He walked by the sink, catching Asha's gaze in the mirror. A slow, confident smile spread across Chad's face. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slid them down his lean legs. His cock, soft and perfect, sprang free. He pulled back the foreskin, exposing the pink head, and aimed at the toilet right next to Asha. Asha watched, transfixed, his own forgotten frustration melting away. Chad let out a soft sigh of relief as a long, powerful stream of piss shot from him, hitting the water with a loud, satisfying hiss. He held Asha's gaze the entire time, a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on his face. He was pleased with himself, with the effect he was having on this powerful, older man. As his stream began to slow, Chad's free hand moved. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around Asha's thick, hairy cock. It was already hardening in his grasp, hot and heavy. Asha let out a low groan, his head falling back. Chad shook off the last drops, then turned to face Asha fully. There was no need for words. The secret flirting, the shared pill, the charged silence in the bathroom—it all led here. Chad sank to his knees, his blue eyes looking up at Asha's bearded face. He took the thick cock into his mouth, tasting the salt of his skin. Asha's hands tangled in Chad's brown hair, his hips thrusting forward gently. The blowjob was wet and hungry, but it was only the beginning. After a few minutes, Asha pulled Chad to his feet and spun him around, bending him over the cool marble of the bathroom counter. He spat into his hand and worked the saliva into Chad's tight, hairless hole. Chad pushed back, eager for it. Asha positioned himself behind him, the thick head of his cock pressing against Chad's entrance. He pushed in slowly, a deep guttural moan escaping his lips as he sank into the younger man's heat. Chad bit his lip to keep from crying out, his hands braced against the counter. The sex was quiet but fierce. A frantic, desperate coupling. Asha's hips pistoned, driving his bare cock deep into Chad's ass. The only sounds were their ragged breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and the low, muffled groans they tried to suppress. Asha's hairy chest pressed against Chad's smooth back, his beard scratching at Chad's neck. It was raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating. Chad could feel his own orgasm building, his cock trapped between his body and the counter. Asha reached around, his rough hand wrapping around Chad's shaft and stroking him in time with his thrusts. “That’s it baby, let go. Cum for me”. That was all it took. Chad's body tensed, and he came hard, his cum spilling onto the marble floor and cabinet doors below. The clenching of Chad's ass pushed Asha over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside Chad, his body shuddering with the force of his release. For a moment, they stayed like that, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, slowly, Asha pulled out. They cleaned themselves up in silence, the air thick with what they'd just done. Not a word was spoken. Chad slipped back into his bedroom. Jake was still sound asleep. Chad slid into bed, his body thrumming with a post-sex, post-ecstasy glow. He could feel Asha's cum leaking out of him, a warm, sticky reminder of the secret encounter in the bathroom. He closed his eyes, the image of Asha's powerful, hairy body burned into his mind, and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. Stay tuned for part 2.

The neon lights of the city blurred past the grimy windows of Big Joe's taxi as he cruised the late-night streets. At 400 pounds, Joe dominated the driver's seat, his massive hairy frame spilling over the edges, sweat staining his threadbare shirt. His gut hung heavy over his belt, and thick black hair covered his arms, chest, and legs like a wild pelt. He scratched at his crotch absentmindedly, feeling the weight of his enormous cock straining against his pants—ten inches soft, twice as thick as most men's wrists, unwashed for days, carrying the sharp tang of old cum and sweat. Poz for years, he didn't give a fuck about protection; raw was the only way he rode. It was past midnight when he spotted the tiny kid stumbling out of a dive bar on the corner. The boy looked barely legal, maybe 18, all of five feet tall and skinny as a rail, his slim body swaying from booze. Paralysis from some accident years back left his legs useless below the knees, but he managed with crutches that now clattered to the sidewalk as he waved weakly for a cab. Joe pulled over, eyeing the fresh meat through the rearview. 'Where to, kid?' he grunted as the boy hauled himself into the back seat, collapsing with a sigh. 'Take me to... uh, Elm Street,' the kid slurred, his voice high and boyish. He was cute—smooth skin, messy blond hair, wearing tight jeans that hugged his narrow hips and a loose tee that showed off his flat chest. Joe nodded, starting the meter, but kept glancing back. The kid's head lolled against the window, eyes fluttering shut almost immediately. 'Hey, you good back there?' Joe asked, but got no response. By the time they hit the first red light, the boy was out cold, mouth slack, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Joe's cock twitched hard in his pants. This was too perfect. No one around, no cameras in this old rustbucket cab. He licked his lips, tasting the stale beer on his breath, and made a decision. Instead of heading to Elm Street, he veered toward his rundown apartment on the edge of town—a filthy one-bedroom in a crumbling building where the walls reeked of mold and his own musk. The drive took twenty minutes, the kid snoring softly the whole way. Joe parked in the alley behind the building, killed the engine, and lumbered out. He yanked open the back door, scooping the limp body up like a ragdoll. The boy's crutches stayed behind; no need for them now. Inside, Joe's place was a pigsty. Empty pizza boxes piled on the floor, clothes strewn everywhere, the air thick with the stench of unwashed sheets and body odor. He kicked the door shut and carried the kid to his king-sized bed, the mattress sagging under his weight even before he dumped the boy onto it. The kid didn't stir, dead to the world from the alcohol. Joe stripped off his shirt, revealing his hairy belly and chest matted with sweat-soaked fur. He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop. His massive cock flopped out, already half-hard, the foreskin peeled back to show a grimy head smeared with old smegma. Veins bulged along its length, and his heavy balls hung low, fuzzy with hair. Joe climbed onto the bed carefully, the frame creaking under his bulk. He positioned the boy's body face-down, peeling off the tight jeans with rough hands. The kid's ass was small and pale, cheeks firm but untouched. Joe spread them apart, spitting a thick glob of saliva onto the tight pink hole. No lube needed; he was going in raw, just like always. His cock throbbed as he lined up, the fat head pressing against the entrance. 'Easy now,' he muttered to himself, not wanting to wake the little fucker. He pushed forward slowly, the ring of muscle resisting at first, then giving way with a pop. Inch by inch, he sank in, the boy's unconscious body yielding without a fight. The heat inside was incredible—tight, virgin ass gripping his dirty shaft like a vice. Joe groaned low, holding still to let it adjust, then began to thrust gently. His hairy gut slapped softly against the boy's back as he rocked, careful to keep the rhythm steady and quiet. The kid's face stayed buried in the pillow, drool pooling from his open mouth. Joe reached around, fumbling with the boy's shirt until he yanked it off, exposing smooth skin. He mauled the small chest with one meaty hand, pinching nipples while his other hand steadied the hip. Deeper he went, bottoming out until his balls rested against the boy's taint. Sweat dripped from Joe's brow as he fucked, the bed barely moving under his controlled pace. His cock pistoned in and out, dragging along the walls, the foreskin sliding back and forth over the filthy head. He could feel the poz precum leaking already, coating the insides, marking this tiny hole for life. 'That's it, take Daddy's load,' he whispered, though the boy couldn't hear. Minutes stretched into a haze of pleasure; Joe's breaths came heavier, his thrusts picking up just a hair faster. Finally, he buried deep and unloaded, ropes of thick cum flooding the ass, spilling out around his shaft as he ground in place. He pulled out slowly, watching his seed ooze from the puffy hole, mixing with a hint of blood from the rough entry. The boy twitched faintly but didn't wake. Joe wasn't done. He flipped the limp body over, spreading the skinny legs wide. The kid's own cock was small and soft, nestled in a light patch of pubes. Joe ignored it, spitting again on the used hole before sliding back in. This time face-to-face, he could watch the boy's slack expression as he fucked missionary-style, his massive frame dwarfing the tiny one. He leaned down, hairy chest rubbing against smooth skin, and sucked on the boy's neck, leaving wet marks. His hips rolled gently, cock churning the cum inside into a frothy mess. The second round lasted longer, Joe's stamina endless from years of this shit. He sucked on the boy's tits, biting lightly on the nipples, while his hand wrapped around the small cock, jerking it absently. It hardened a bit in his grip, but the kid stayed out. Joe growled, thrusting harder but still quiet, the wet squelch of ass and cum filling the room. When he came again, it was with a muffled grunt, pumping more poz seed deep, overflowing and trickling down the crack. By now, the clock read 3 AM. Joe took a break, lumbering to the kitchen for a beer, his cock swinging heavy and slick between his thighs. He chugged it down, then returned, wiping the excess cum from the boy's ass with a dirty rag before positioning him on all fours—well, propping the upper body up since the legs flopped uselessly. Joe mounted from behind again, this time gripping the slim waist with both hands. He fucked slow and deep, savoring the looseness now, the way the hole sucked him in. His balls slapped lightly against the boy's, the sound obscene in the quiet room. Sweat poured off him, matting his body hair, dripping onto the pale back. He used the boy like that for the third time, varying angles to hit different spots, whispering filthy encouragements to the unconscious form. 'You love this big dick, don't ya? Begging for it in your sleep.' Cum number three joined the rest, a massive load that made the boy's belly swell slightly from the volume. Joe eased out, plugging the hole with his thick fingers to keep it all in, then rolled the kid onto his side for the fourth go. Spooning the tiny body, Joe lifted one leg and slid in easily, the ass now a sloppy, cum-filled sleeve. He thrust lazily, one arm draped over the boy, hand playing with the soft cock and balls. The room stank of sex—sweat, cum, and ass. Joe's beard scratched the boy's shoulder as he nuzzled in, biting the earlobe gently. This round was intimate, almost tender in its violation, his huge cock stretching the hole wide with each push. He came quietly, flooding it once more, then stayed buried inside, dozing lightly with the boy impaled. Dawn crept in through the cracked blinds, pink light filtering over the mess of bodies. Joe stirred first, his cock still semi-hard in the wrecked ass. He pumped a few lazy times, feeling the familiar build, and added a fifth load before pulling out. Cum gushed out in a river, soaking the sheets. The boy groaned then, eyes fluttering open, confusion hitting him like a truck. 'Wha... where... fuck, my ass!' The kid tried to sit up, wincing at the burn, his paralyzed legs unresponsive as he flailed. Panic set in as he felt the slick mess between his cheeks, the ache deep inside. 'What the hell happened? Did you... oh God, no!' Joe sat up slowly, his hairy bulk looming over the tiny frame. He grinned, yellow teeth flashing, and placed a heavy hand on the boy's chest, pinning him down. 'Whoa, easy there, kid. You passed out in my cab, mumbling all sorts of shit. Begging for a ride home, saying you needed this big ol' cock up your ass.' The boy shook his head, tears welling. 'No, I didn't! I was drunk, I just wanted to go home! Get off me, you fat fuck!' Joe's grip tightened, his other hand stroking the boy's thigh possessively. 'Nah, you were all over it. Kept grinding back in your sleep, moaning like a little slut. 'Fuck me, Daddy, give it to me raw.' I tried to wake you, but you just pulled me closer. Look at you—hard as a rock half the night.' He nodded at the boy's cock, which betrayed him with a twitch despite the fear. 'Liar! I don't even... I'm not gay, I swear! Let me go, I'll call the cops!' Joe laughed, a deep rumble, and leaned in close, his breath hot and rank. 'Cops? Kid, you climbed in my cab, passed out, and I brought you here to keep you safe. You wanted this—begged for it. Feel that cum in you? That's what you asked for, multiple times. I ain't taking no for an answer now that you're awake. You're mine till I say otherwise.' He grabbed the boy's wrists, pinning them above his head with one massive paw, while his free hand probed the sloppy hole, pushing cum back in. The boy whimpered, struggling futilely against the giant's strength. 'Please... no...' But Joe was already hard again, his dirty cock rising like a monster. He flipped the boy onto his stomach, spreading the legs wide. 'Shh, just like you begged. Take it raw, boy.' He thrust in without mercy this time, the cum easing the way as he started pounding, the bed shaking. The kid cried out, but Joe covered his mouth, fucking deep and hard, whispering lies in his ear. 'That's it, beg for more. You love Daddy's poz load.' And as the sun rose higher, Joe claimed him fully awake, breaking any resistance with relentless cock, ensuring the infection took hold while the boy sobbed beneath his hairy weight.

Had a nice little Pre-Cumdump warm up. BBC who I have been chatting with for months finally came over. He wanted me face down, ass up with a buttplug in and ready to go when he got here. Door was unlocked so he walked in to see me primed and he got to work. Slid that plug out, played with my lubed hole for a moment but wasted little time slamming his big cock into me from behind. The first fuck only took about 10 minutes before he came furiously. Then he turned me around (first time I saw what he looked like) and guided me to my knees to suck him hard again. It didn't take long to get him good and ready for a second round where he pounded me for 20 minutes before cumming again. He put me back to work sucking his cock and the taste of his cum on it drove me berserk. He fucked my mouth for another 15 minutes before giving me his third load, this time down my throat. He pulled up his pants but before he walked out asked if he could come back later tonight. Fuck yeah! I am hoping for a few more loads from him. Meanwhile that buttplug is back in my ass keeping his jizz inside for later.

Part 16: The Bathhouse Ledger and the Final Score VI The world returns with the familiar, jarring click-clack of your key in the front door. The air inside is still and quiet, a stark contrast to the humid, chemical chaos you just left. It feels sterile. Every muscle aches with a deep, satisfying soreness. You feel the dried stickiness on your inner thighs, the phantom sensation of still being open, still being used. You are a vessel returning home, filled to the brim. He's there, sitting on the couch. He looks up as you enter, a small, knowing smile touching his lips. He rises, crossing the room to pull you into a hug. His arms feel both like a comfort and a question. "Rough day?" your husband asks, his voice a low murmur against your hair. "You have no idea," you reply, your voice hoarse. You pull back just enough to look him in the eye, and then you kiss him. It's a deep, possessive kiss that leaves no room for doubt. You taste the lie on his tongue, the secret. And yet, you love him more than ever. He knows where you were and what you did, but he has no idea that you know he was there too. Moreover, he has no clue that you know what he was up to at the rest stop the other week. You are again the one holding all the cards, and the power feels more intoxicating than any load you took tonight. You smile, a genuine, radiant smile, and pull him in for another kiss. Later, you're in bed, the day's events replaying like a fever dream. Your husband is asleep beside you, his breathing soft and even. The house is dark and silent. Your phone, face down on the nightstand, buzzes once, lighting up the room. You pick it up. The screen's glow illuminates your face. It's a message from a group chat with Mark and Stefan. It's a photo. At first, you just stare, your heart pounding. It's not a selfie. It's taken from between your spread legs, while you were still in the sling. Your hole is open, a glistening rosebud leaking cum. Mark and Stefan are on either side of you, their faces turned to the camera, giving a thumbs up, their smiles tired but proud. You have a vague memory of this, of someone holding up a phone, but you were too exhausted to register it. It's only now that you notice the background. Behind you, hanging on the wall, is the blackboard. Your heart hammers. You zoom in, your thumb trembling, the pixels snapping into clarity. You can see the chalk marks perfectly. You scan them, counting the night's toll. There, many marks under POZ, some even under TOX. And then your eyes find it: a single, stark line under AIDS. You remember that one well. Then you see the NEG column. Surprisingly, only two marks. One is clearly from the young guy at the end, the triumphant, mocking ?. But what about the other one? A simple, clean mark with no question mark. A chill runs through you. Was this your husband? Or is he among the poz, maybe even toxic, a secret he keeps from you? The thought is dizzying, a sudden, terrifying shift in the power dynamic you thought you controlled. You stare at the image—your own transformed, debased self, your two brothers, and the proof of your journey, now riddled with a new mystery. Below the photo, Stefan has typed a single line: "Our brother. Forever." A slow, tired smile spreads across your face in the darkness. It's a vow. It's the final confirmation. This wasn't just a scene. It was an initiation. You look at your sleeping husband, then back at the glowing screen, the mystery of his mark burning in your mind. You are part of a brotherhood now, a secret tribe bound by a shared, toxic journey. Your body is a temple to their gifts, a testament to the night. And you have never felt more powerful, or more safe, in your entire life.

Part 16: The Bathhouse Ledger and the Final Score I The bathhouse looms before you, a multi-story building from the 70’s, nestled in the heart of the city. As you approach the metal glass doors, a thick wave of chlorine and humidity hits you, a sharp contrast to the crisp evening air. The scent is sterile, almost chemical, a promise of what awaits inside. The neon sign above the door flickers, casting an eerie glow on the sidewalk, and the distant thump of a bassline spills out onto the street. Mark and Stefan are already there, waiting for you in the locker room, their faces split into identical, predatory grins. They're dressed in sleek, black neoprene harnesses, framing their chests, accentuating their masculine pecs, a testament to their control and dominance. The cold neoprene feels alien against your skin, a stark reminder of the night ahead. The yellow piping on their harnesses a stark, almost mocking contrast to the harsh fluorescent lights of the lobby. A jolt goes through you. Yellow. The universal color for watersports. You've always loved it—the filth, the degradation, drinking it straight from the tap, taking it up your hole. But you had no idea they were into it. A thrill of discovery mixes with a strange sense of disappointment. Tonight, piss play seems almost... quaint. Harmless. A child's game compared to the real prize you're all hunting. The yellow piping suddenly feels like a ghost of a kink, a reminder of a simpler kind of perversion you've all left behind. Stefan, bold and utterly shameless, throws his arm around you, pulling you close. He doesn't bother to lower his voice. Instead, he projects it across the locker room, making sure every man within earshot hears his challenge. "Ready for your conversion, brother?" The effect is instantaneous. The low hum of conversation dies. A locker door slams shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Every head turns. Men pretending not to listen suddenly stop toweling off, their jaws tight, their eyes wide and fixed on the three of you. Some look away quickly, a flicker of fear or judgment in their eyes. Others stare openly, their expressions a mixture of shock and raw, undisguised hunger. The air crackles, not with silent judgment anymore, but with a loud, electric tension. You can feel their collective gaze on you, a physical weight. In this moment, you are no longer just another patron; you are the main event, the offering, the spectacle. And Stefan has just announced the show to the world. Mark just grins, reaching into a small duffel bag at his feet. He pulls out two identical metal cockrings, each a solid band of polished steel, completely encircled by a repeating, sharp-edged biohazard symbol. He hands one to Stefan, who slips it onto his cock with a smirk. Mark does the same, the metal cold and unyielding against his skin. The clinking of the rings echoes in the tiled room, a chilling soundtrack to your transformation. Stefan turns to you, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and hunger. "We need to keep you focused," he says, his voice soft but firm. He reaches into the bag again and pulls out a metal chastity cage, the locks gleaming ominously. "This should do the trick." He locks it onto you, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of your body. You can feel the weight of it, a constant reminder of your submission. "We'll make sure you blow your load at the end," he promises, his voice a dark caress. "But for now, the attention is on your hole." Mark nods in approval, and the three of you grab the towels from your lockers. Instead of wrapping them around your hips, you each throw them over your shoulders, a clear, deliberate signal. You walk out of the locker room as a unit, your cocks and gear on full display, showing everyone exactly what's on offer. The bathhouse is a labyrinth of steam and sex. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, lube, and bleach. A pulsing, electronic beat vibrates through the walls, mingling with the distant sounds of moans, the slap of wet skin on skin, and the hiss of a steam room. You pass by open doorways, catching glimpses of men stroking their meat, trying to attract guys for some 1-on-1 or group action. The atmosphere is electric, a mix of anticipation and debauchery that sets your nerves on edge. As you walk, Stefan leans in, his breath hot on your ear. "Feel that energy?" he whispers, his voice a low growl. "All that raw, male filth. This is your world tonight. You're the king of it." You can feel your cock straining against the chastity cage, a futile effort that only serves to heighten your arousal. Mark chuckles, his hand resting on your shoulder, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. Finally, you reach the rented sling room. Mark hangs a printed sign on the door, the letters stark and uncompromising: "No loads refused. Poz & Toxic preferred. Use him." It's a declaration, a promise, a warning. Anyone who enters this room knows exactly what they're in for. The sign hangs there, a stark reminder of your purpose, your transformation. Inside the sling room, the air is thick with anticipation. The sling hangs from the ceiling, a leather and metal contraption designed for maximum exposure and minimum comfort. The leather creaks softly as it sways gently, a chilling promise of what's to come. Mark pulls out a small blackboard and hangs it on the wall, the chalk already poised in his hand. He draws three columns, each stark and unyielding: NEG, POZ, TOX. It's a scoreboard, a tally of your transformation, a visual representation of your journey. The chalk squeaks against the board, a haunting sound that echoes in the silent room. You stand there, chastity cage locked, harnesses gleaming, sign hanging, blackboard ready. The ritual is complete, but before the main event, the world outside this room needs to disappear. Mark steps forward first, his expression softening. He doesn't just grab you; he cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking your cheekbones. He leans in and kisses you, and it's not possessive or demanding. It's deep and slow, a grounding force. You can taste the salt on his skin, the faint, clean hint of lube and sweat, but underneath it all is the familiar taste of Mark, of home and safety. It's a kiss that says, "We're here. We've got you." As he pulls back, Stefan moves in behind you, his chest pressing against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his warmth seeping into you. He doesn't speak, just holds you, his presence a solid, comforting weight. You can feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against your thigh, but it's not a demand. It's just a fact, a part of him, a part of this shared moment. His hands roam your body slowly, not with arousal, but with a quiet reverence, tracing the lines of your sides, your hips, as if memorizing you one last time. You lean your head back against Stefan's shoulder, your eyes closed, letting their combined presence envelop you. The sounds of the bathhouse—the distant music, the muffled moans—fade into a dull, irrelevant hum. In this room, between these two men, you are not an offering or a spectacle. You are their brother, their project, their cherished friend. The fear is gone, replaced by a profound, unshakeable calm. You know, with every fiber of your being, that no matter what happens next, they will take care of you. "This is it. This is your last chance to change your mind. No shame, no judgment. We lock this door, and it's just the three of us. We'll spend the night here, together. We'll still be brothers. But if you want what's on that board... once that door opens, there's no turning back. You're ours to give away. You understand?" You hold his gaze, your heart pounding a steady, heavy rhythm against your ribs. You nod, a slow, deliberate grin spreading across your face. Stefan's own grin mirrors yours, but he doesn't let it go. He steps closer, his hand resting on the back of your neck, his touch warm and grounding. "You know we both love you. We need to know you're ready to let go. To trust us to be here for you, no matter what happens in the next hours. Can you do that?" "I trust you," you say, your voice clear and steady. "Completely." A wave of relief washes over their faces. Mark's serious expression breaks into a proud, loving smile. "Good," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "Then don't be afraid. Don't hold back. Accept every gift they give you. We'll be right here. We'll make sure it takes." Stefan leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "We're gonna let them fill you so full of toxic seed, you'll have no choice but to join the family. Let's go make you one of us." Stefan guides you to the sling, his hands firm and steady as he helps you settle into the leather. Mark lifts your legs, securing them in the loops high above your head, leaving you completely exposed. The blindfold settles over your eyes, plunging you into a world of darkness. The last thing you see is Mark's proud, loving smile, and then Stefan's hand is on your thigh, a grounding, warm weight. "Just feel," he whispers. "Let us do the seeing."

Part 16: The Bathhouse Ledger and the Final Score III You hear the door click shut, cutting off the sounds from the hallway. The frantic energy in the room dissipates, replaced by a quiet, sacred intimacy. They unstrap you, their hands gentle and sure. Mark lifts you out of the sling, his strong arms supporting you as your legs tremble, refusing to hold your weight. They remove the blindfold. The room looks like a disaster zone, the floor beneath the slick leather a huge, glistening pool of cum. They lay you down on a soft mat on the floor, the contrast immediate and overwhelming. Mark is kissing you, his tongue exploring your mouth, a deep, claiming kiss that tastes of pride and possession. Stefan is between your legs, his fingers massaging your open, swollen hole. He scoops up a handful of the leaking cum, a warm, slick cocktail of seed from a dozen strangers. A toxic brew of high-VL strains and resistant bugs. He brings his fingers to your lips. "Taste it," he commands, his voice a low growl. "Taste the sick seed we and everyone else dumped in your willing hole." You open your mouth, and he feeds it to you, his fingers coated in the filth. You taste the salt, the bitterness, the most beautiful taste in the world. Then Mark leans down and kisses you again, a deep, filthy cumkiss, sharing the taste of your own debasement. Then Stefan is back between your legs, pushing more fingers into your hole. Three, four, up to his knuckles. Your hole, already wrecked and overflowing, offers no resistance. He goes in further. With a slight, insistent push, his entire hand slides inside. You've never been fisted before. It feels wonderful. His hand is opening and closing rhythmically, a living thing inside you, stimulating your prostate to the max. He's slowly punching deeper, his knuckles a firm, constant pressure against your most sensitive spot. All the while, Mark is kissing you deeply, his hands roaming your body—caressing your chest fur, the hair on your stomach, following your treasure trail down to the cold metal of the chastity cage. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Stefan is working deeper, and then he does something that steals your breath. He pulls his closed fist out. The sensation is a shocking void, your entire body clenching around the emptiness. But as quick as he pulled out, he's pushing in again. He repeats it, a slow, deliberate rhythm. He's punchfucking you. The sensation is indescribable. He pushes deeper, and with a final, gut-wrenching pull, your insides turn inside out. Your prolapsed gut blossoms into a perfect, glistening rosebud. The shock is electric, a mix of violation and a terrible, thrilling excitement as the cool air strikes your inner walls, now exposed to the world. "Here's something for you!" Stefan grunts to Mark. Mark moves down there, his face disappearing between your legs. You feel his tongue, hot and wet, lapping at your rosebud. He's caressing every single wrinkle with his tongue, cherishing all the toxic juices that cling to it, buried in the tiny crevices… lapping at the cocktail of anonymous loads. Your rosebud starts to contract, to pulse, and it feels as if his entire face is being pulled inside you. The pressure is too much. You're cumming, your first true anal orgasm ever. A wave of pure, overwhelming pleasure crashes over you, and cum leaks from the slits of your cock cage in a steady, pathetic stream. Mark licks up every drop, then moves up to share your final neg load with Stefan and you in a three-way, salty kiss. It's not the frantic breeding of strangers; it's a slow, intimate possession. They kiss you, touch you, murmur words of praise against your skin. "You're doing so good," Mark whispers. " So fucking beautiful like this."

Part 16: The Bathhouse Ledger and the Final Score II The door creaks open, and the noise from the hallway floods in—the thumping bass, the distant moans, the murmur of voices, and the distinct, tinny sound of porn playing on TV screens. You hear footsteps slow down, men peering inside, their shadows falling across you. You can practically feel their eyes on the sign, reading the depraved invitation. Some linger in the doorway, their whispers a mix of shock and curiosity. "Come on in!" Stefan calls out, his voice loud and welcoming. "Our friend here needs your help!" More men enter. The room begins to fill, the air growing thick with body heat and anticipation. A low buzz of conversation starts up. "Shit, for real?" a voice asks, skeptical. "You're actually looking for poz loads?" Another voice answers, "Fuck yeah, look at the board. They're not kidding." The crowd grows larger, jostling for a better view. The energy in the room shifts from curious to predatory. It's now a packed, buzzing audience, hungry for the show. This is when Stefan makes his move. He holds up a hand, and the room immediately falls silent. His voice drops, losing its welcoming tone and becoming something hard, serious, and cutting. „Tonight, this hole becomes a toxic waste dump. We're filling it with the most charged-up loads in this city." He pauses, letting the words hang in the air. "Real talk for a second. Any neg guys, you wanna fuck him? Cool. But know you're walking out poz. No question. And for the guys on PrEP? Don't kid yourselves. We got some serious, resistant bugs in the room tonight. That blue pill ain't a shield here. You fuck him, you join him. Plain and simple. So... yeah. Consider yourselves warned." A stunned silence hangs in the air for a moment, thicker than before. Then, a low, hungry murmur ripples through the crowd. The warning hasn't scared anyone off; it's just raised the stakes to an unbearable level. "Now," Stefan says, his voice ringing with pride. "Who's first? Toxic preferred." "Hell, yeah. I'm in!" You feel the presence of men drawing closer, a circle of heat and intent. The first one steps up. A hand with long, soft-skinned fingers traces your legs, your thighs. Mark's hand rests on your chest, his voice a low, comforting rumble. "I'm with you. Let it happen." The voice of a young guy, maybe a student from the local university, cuts through the air. "Nice hole. Not a virgin..." You chuckle, imagining what your hole must look like after yesterday's double-penetration. He steps between your legs, you feel his fingers circling your rim, your ass lips still tender from the abuse. "Lube?" you ask. It's your first fuck of the day. You hear the metallic clank of a lid and the crinkle of a plastic bag. "Got some!" a man says. Something warm and heavy is placed on your stomach. Then another. You feel them—two used rubbers, heavy with spunk, still at body temperature. Almost certainly the only rubbers of the day. The young guy takes one, and you feel the warm, thick liquid drip onto your hole. He's lubing you with who-knows-whose cum. "Cum is the best lube there is," he says. "Nothing like it!" "So young... and he looks so innocent and clean," someone whispers from the crowd. "But I know for sure - this guy is not shooting blanks." You hear Mark's voice, low and dirty. "Open up." You part your lips, and he presses the second, still-warm rubber to your mouth, squeezing the contents onto your tongue. The taste is salty, metallic, and thick. He leans in and kisses you, his tongue pushing the anonymous load deep into your throat, sharing the depraved gift in a filthy cumkiss. You feel the tip of the young guy's cockhead at your entrance. The sensation is exaggerated by your blindness; every touch, every sound feels more intense, unreal. He pushes in with short strokes, fucking deeper and deeper. The inner ring that gave you so much pain yesterday is no longer a barrier; it yields to him willingly. You feel neatly trimmed pubes scratching against your asshole as he bottoms out. He's all the way in, fucking you with a slow, methodical, grinding rhythm, his hands holding you in place, owning every inch of your hole. It's a deep, possessive breeding. The speed increases, ever so slightly. "I hope you know what you're in for," he grunts. "I'm not pulling out." He's jackhammering into you now, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust, driving himself to climax. "Yeah, take it, you fucking chaser," he growls, his voice raw. "Gonna knock you up good." You hear the chalk scrape against the blackboard. Scrape. "POZ," Mark calls out, his voice ringing with pride. A cheer goes up from the crowd. He pulls out, and the next man steps up without a moment's pause. He's broader. You feel his thick, hairy, muscular thighs against you—a bear. He goes right for your hole. His cockhead is wider, opening you up further, but the young guy's load helps. He shoves in balls-deep. He's shorter, but he's giving your hole a nice stretch, reminding you of yesterday. "Goddamn, the bear's gonna wreck him," someone mutters. "Look at that gut, he's gotta be toxic as fuck." "Bet his viral load is off the charts," another agrees. After only a few strokes, he unloads with a deep, guttural grunt. No words. Another scrape of chalk on the board. "TOX," Mark announces. "And a big one." He is replaced by the next, and the next, and the next. Men keep coming in, watching, talking, commenting on your gaping, cum-filled hole. "Fuck, look at that cunt," someone mutters from the crowd. "It's already a sloppy mess." "Gonna need a plunger to get all that spunk out," another laughs. "Lucky bastard. Getting what we all dream of." You lose count. Suddenly, Mark gets up, squeezes your hand, and steps between your legs. He couldn't hold back any longer. He's staring directly at your wrecked cunt, looking at the deep pool of cum inside, overflowing down across your balls. "Look at you," he breathes, his voice thick with awe. "What a beautiful mess. All this toxic spunk inside you." Hard as always, he plunges in. "Fuck! Love this feeling… It's heaven! My cock bathing in tons of poz sperm." His upward curve hits you inside in all the right places, causing your locked-up cock to throb and leak a steady stream of precum. He doesn't last long, and with a deep, possessive moan, he adds his own high-VL load to the mix. "Fuck yeah," he grunts, his voice tight with release. "Gifting you my strain, brother. Take it deep." "What a hunk," a voice whispers respectfully. "Look at the muscle on him. That's a prime poz bull right there. His strain's probably legendary." He is immediately replaced by Stefan, who has been furiously stroking himself right next to you. He steps up and, with a loud groan, jacks his load directly onto your hole for everyone to see. You feel the hot, thick ropes of his cum splatter against your sensitive, puffy rim. It's not a fuck; it's a primal act of marking. Before you can even process it, he shoves his cock in, not to fuck, but to push his seed deep, to ensure it takes. "One-point-two-million!" he grunts out proud. "If this doesn't take..." He slowly pulls out, and you feel the resulting gush of air and cum as your gaping hole tries to close around nothing. Mark, still breathing heavily, picks up the chalk. Without a word, he walks to the board and makes two deliberate, sharp marks under the "TOX" column. A tribute to their joint potency. He turns to the room, his voice loud and clear. "Our brother needs a break. We need a private moment. But we'll be opening the door again soon. So save your fucking loads. He's not done yet. He needs more."

Been chatting with a sexy 9"uc 27yo top by my work, but the timing had never worked out. Was off last Friday and our schedules finally lined up. He had an hour before leaving for a party. I went to his, put on my pup hood, and climbed onto his bed to present my ass. He was sweet and gentle while being dominant and powerful, taking control in a way that clicked with me. After slowly pressing in, loosening me up (it was thick, too), flipping me around, he blew his load as deep in me as possible while pounding my second hole. He had to split, but slid back in my loaded, wrecked ass as we got dressed and said farewell. Horny texts over the next few days reinforced the chemistry. He wanted me again as his pup pussy boy. Hot. I'm a switch (historically top and Dom more myself) and rarely find Doms that appeal to me, so this was fantastic. Early the next week he invites me over late at night after his friends leave. I come over again in the same fashion, this time expecting to stay the night, so I have more of a complete sexy athletic/gym pup outfit and a few toys. He jumps right into Dom mode. Inspecting and instructing me around, feeding me poppers and pounding out my hole for over an hour, putting two loads in me. At his request, I retrieve a gapekeeper 65 plug from my bag. He orders me to present my ass and he pushes in the lubed plug with minimal resistance. Time for bed and aftercare cuddles out of pup mode. In the morning, we both wake with the sun around the same time. He starts actively spooning me again and playing with the plug, which had been in me for over 6 hours. I grab my hood from the bedside and slide it on. This earns a "good boy" and he starts pulling out the plug. I pause him. Quick trot to the bathroom to remove it and check myself, cummy but pristine, before returning my warm, wet ass to bed. He immediately digs in with his fingers, feeling his now loose handiwork. Without much ceremony, he puts the poppers under my nose as he lubes his cock with my ass juices. I take and release a big hit as he firmly enters me. A slow beat while he bottoms out as I whimper beneath him. Once he has me where he wants me, the pounding began, smashing my sloppy cunt without mercy. I was in heaven. Completely cunted cum pup pussy boy. He blasts a third load in me as we both collapse, trying to catch our breaths. It's time for both of us to go, so we dress. His loads safely in my guts, we walk to get coffee before starting our days. By that night he was already hungry texting, so more to cum, for sure!

So yesterday I go to my local rest stop looking to suck some cock. This particular bathroom has three stalls beside about 7 urinals. I usually set up in the handicap stall and try to cruise the guys who cum in by watching for signs and signals they are there to play. On this day, someone cums in before I even get sat down and goes to one of the urinals. I look under the partition and get a look at his shoes. Boots in this case. I sit down and position my feet so it's obvious I'm not using the toilet for it's traditional purpose in case he looks too. I think he left because he opens the exit door, but someone cums in immediately after and goes in the adjacent stall. Same boots! I see the telltale shadows of him jerking, and he moves his boot over and taps. I get on my knees and ask if he wants some head. He motions for my cock and I slip it under the partition. He jerks me for a minute then someone else cums in. Long story short, they are two co-drivers and they are looking for a faggot. One cums to my door and asked if I wanted to join them in their truck. This is something I've had on my bucket list for a long time as I'd only sucked guys inside the bathroom. So, of course, I say yes. I wasn't prepped to get fucked, so after confirming they were okay with blowjobs only, we beat it out to the truck. Once inside, they make me get naked and climb onto their sleeper and one immediately puts his thick, uncut cock into my mouth and starts fucking my throat while playing with my asshole. The other guy seems to be waiting his turn when he tells me that I'm the perfect type for his friend. He then gets on the bed on his back and tells me to suck him now. I should mention these are both Hispanic men (with dark cocks 😍) and one of them doesn't speak English. I suck him for a couple minutes, and then he indicates I should get on the bed on my hands and knees. His friend immediately lubes my hole and his cock. I guess I should have known they wouldn't take no for an answer once they had me in their territory. I beg him to go slow and be gentle with my tight hole. He complies, but I'm so ready, it doesn't take long before he's balls deep. So he's fucking me pretty hard at this point while I'm sucking the other's cock and I'm LOVING it. I tell the one who speaks English to let his friend know it's okay for him to breed me and that, in fact, I'm begging for it. He tells me his friend is going to breed my cunt, and that he is going to breed my throat. I moan my approval and settle into a rhythm as they continue to use my holes. After about 5 minutes of this bliss, the fellow in my cunt begins to moan as he fills my fuckhole with his seed. This turns on the one I'm sucking, and he follows suit and erupts inside my mouth, filling it with his thick, hot CUM! No one seems to be in a hurry, so I just remain in that position for probably 30 or 45 seconds. A cock in my ass and one in my mouth. I nurse on his cock and savor the taste of his cum, enjoying the sensation of my cunt being full of dark meat. At this point, he told me it was time to get dressed and get the fuck out of their truck. He said they come through every couple weeks, so I save their profile on Grindr hoping I can be ready for their next visit. Maybe they'll both breed me next time!

Part 16: The Bathhouse Ledger and the Final Score IV After a while, the two get you back in the sling, the blindfold back on your face. You hear the door crack open again. Then come the others. The ones the sign was truly for. The room quickly fills again, the air growing thick with a new kind of anticipation. One after the other, they fuck a load into your gaping hole. You lose count. But Mark and Stefan record each breeding in chalk on the board. You're fucked by a slow and gentle fucker. His rhythm is a stark contrast to the anonymous roughness before. His cockhead rubs against your prostate with a surgeon's precision. He's not a heavy fucker; he lets the sling do the work, his hand on your thighs, pulling you rhythmically onto his pole. You feel his hand, a manly hand—not that of a heavy worker, but of an office worker. He grabs your hand back and holds yours, a simple, intimate connection in the midst of the depravity. And then you notice it. A scent. It cuts through the miasma of sweat and cum, sharp and achingly familiar. It's a scent you know better than your own. Your mind races, trying to place it, a cold dread mixing with a confusing warmth. Mark notices your body tense. He hugs you, his voice a soothing whisper in your ear. "Relax, don't worry. This guy is a good one—husband material." Husband. The word hits you like a physical blow. The scent. It's your husband's cologne, the one you bought for him in Dubai. It's Friday. He was supposed to be home late. A cold, sickening wave crashes over you. Is he here? Has he now found out your secret, just like you found out about his at the rest stop? Your spiraling thoughts are shattered as his rhythm breaks. He cums with deep, strong strokes, a quiet groan escaping his lips. He pulls out, leaving you empty and reeling. No words. Mark adds a mark to the board, but you don't know which column. Before you can think about it further, the next guy is already there. Mark's voice is in your ear, urgent and excited. "Wow, you are in for a real treat now!" He puts poppers under your nose. "Take three deep hits. You will need them!" You sniff, holding the hits until your lungs burn. You're flying. You feel a massive cock enter you, followed by the smell of smoke and faint leather. He's hard as rock, with an upward curve that hits your prostate, harder than anyone else. There's something to his cock, a texture, a presence, that is giving you an intense pleasure different from any of the others before. He leans over, his voice a low, possessive growl in your ear. "Recognize this PA tearing you open for my bugs to take?" The biker. The leather biker from the rest stop. The one who coached you there to breed a random bugchaser—the one you later found out to be your husband. The biker who loaded you at the same time, twice, with toxic juice. The only one who knows your shared, twisted secret. He pounds into you, churning the cum inside you into a frothy mess. "Love churning up the load of your husband inside you! Did you recognize his cologne? He bred you good before I got my turn." He pauses, his cock still buried deep, letting the words sink in. "But guess what... you're not the only one getting a toxic load from me tonight. I loaded him up about an hour ago, right before he came in here to breed you." The final piece of the puzzle clicks into place. The betrayal, the shared vulnerability, the fucked-up unity—it doesn't break you. It completes you. The fear evaporates, replaced by a profound, ecstatic hunger. You open up for him, for his load, for everything. As he finishes, you find your voice, breathless and desperate. "More," you gasp. "Get the most sleazy guys in here! I want the worst you can find!" Stefan chuckles, a dark, approving sound. "Oh, I think the guy you are looking for just entered." The crowd in the room turns to the door in a unified wave of awe. The air grows heavy, thick, and cold in a way that has nothing to do with temperature. He approaches the sling, and the crowd parts for him like a diseased sea. You hear his footsteps—not heavy, but a shuffling, scraping sound, like he's dragging his feet. When he finally touches you, his fingers are like bony claws, but it's the texture of his skin that's truly shocking—it's dry, papery, and hot, like old paper left too close to a fire. You feel his hairless, wasted chest as he leans over you, his weight surprisingly light. You feel his thighs, mostly bone, no muscle, his skin hanging on his buttocks, seeming two sizes too large for his frail frame. He's seen better days, probably a muscular hunk in his prime, now a ghost of that man. But then you feel his cock, a shocking contrast to the wasted body it's attached to. It's not just big; it's swollen and unnaturally hard, like a piece of gristle. The shaft is thick and veiny, a roadmap of sickness, and at its base, you feel the cold, unyielding bite of a thick metal cockring, strangling the flesh and making it swell even larger. The head is a bloated, purple dome. You feel the rough, uneven texture of the warts that circle the rim, a crown of disease on this monstrous appendage. "Christ, he's hung for a sick guy," another voice murmurs. "A purple monster on his pale body! See those angry warts? That thing looks like a weapon." "Now you're in for the ultimate treat," Stefan whispers in your ear, his voice a dark, excited thrill. "This one's the real deal." You feel your heart hammering. What an experience, the ultimate thrill. He puts the tip of his monster at the entrance of your gaping hole. The crowd leans in, their voices a depraved commentary. "Is he really gonna fuck his seed into this poor guy?" "He asked for it… now he's gonna get it!" You can't stay silent. This is what you wanted. You moan, your voice raw with need. "Give me that toxic cock. Show me what a real plague feels like!" Your words spur him on. He leans in closer, his rattling breath hot against your ear. "You want this, you little chaser? You want my disease?" He starts to shove inside, starts to thrust, a wheezing, rattling sound with every push into your cum-filled hole. "Yes!" you cry out, your body arching in the sling. " I want your strain! Fucking convert me!" He laughs, a wet, broken sound. "Gonna knock you up for good, you dumb little ass. This ain't just a poz load, this is the jackpot. Here’s my gift! Here are my toxic babies to conquer you!" He leans in closer, his rattling breath a foul gust in your ear. "They've thrown everything at me, you know. Every drug they got. But my strain... my strain is special. It's resistant. It ate all their magic pills for breakfast. The docs say I'm a dead man walking." He gives a short, harsh laugh. "So yeah, I'm happy to take a begging little chaser like you with me. You wanted the worst? You're getting it. This is the load to convert you! You will never recover from this! You're getting my legacy." He doesn't last long. He cums with a shuddering, final gasp. Even with all the cum pooling in your chute, you feel his eruption, a load that has been brewing in his balls for quite a while. It feels like a fire being injected directly into your soul. You feel his thick, bug-laden sperm; it feels more permanent, more transformative, than all the others combined. It's a warmth that burns, a poison that feels like a cure. As he pulls out, leaving you empty and trembling, you feel strong hands take yours. Mark is on one side, Stefan on the other. They're not just watching; they're with you. They squeeze your hands, and you feel Mark's other hand gently stroking your forehead, his thumb wiping away sweat you didn't realize was there. It's a gesture of pure comfort, calming the shivers that rack your body. But when you hear their voices, the pride is unmistakable. "Shhh, we've got you," Stefan murmurs against your temple, his breath warm. "You did so good. We are proud of you!" "You took it for us, the three of us," Mark adds, his voice thick with emotion as he continues to stroke your hair. "You're one of us now. Truly." You hear the chalk scrape again, but it's not a single mark. It's Stefan, drawing a new, crude heading at the top of the board. You can't see it, but you hear the scratching of the letters. Then, a single, decisive mark beneath it. Mark leans in, his voice filled with a dark reverence. "He just made you a new category."

It's neither fun nor anywhere near to appropriate. Corporal distress can be a useful tool, provided the Top knows what he's doing. When that's simply not the case, it's downright dangerous for the sub. I don't know how a sub bottom could get the notion that just because a man says he's this or that, it's actually the case. In the case of Bd/Sm sex, that 'acceptance' of a statement as Whatever's Truth is downright dangerous. This is why I beat the drum occasionally (in appropriate threads) about the boy insisting on a negotiation well before any 'scene' is to take place. NO man, particularly a sub, is nothing but a piece of breedmeat, regardless of whether that concept raises a sweat on one's brow. It's downright fukkin dangerous for a boy to merely accept as fact what any man says when it comes to corporal distress. Boys simply need to insist on what's called a "negotiation-of-limits" meeting well prior to the actual event. A boys well-being, both physically and definitely emotionally depends on more than mere talk, it depends on taking the man's measure in person, wherein things such as limits, acts that are desired, acts that aren't, can be negotiated between the two equals, since until the scheduled moment the scene begins, that's exactly what they are. Tops that mistreat bottoms in an attempt to bolster their own weaknesses are beneath contempt. When two men meet, become acquainted, and grow close enough to establish a more regimented relationship, that's one thing. Until that point in the relationship is reached, however, it's up to each man to pointedly describe any sexual acts he's not comfortable with, and that means it's forbidden at the upcoming scene. Any man, T, b, or in between that won't accept those parameters is simply not trustworthy, and should be avoided. Every so often, when I lived in Chicago, there would be several murders, particularly in the highrises along the lake on the east end of boystown. And none of them needed to happen, but they did happen because some bottoms seem to think they have zero agency, when that is the farthest thing from the truth. Each man has equal agency while negotiating limits, what will happen during the scene, what will not, etc etc. Pardon the rant, but I wonder if anything other thing under the sun pisses me of more than losing men of tremendous value, merely because they don't believe they own just as much agency / value as any other man up to the moment a negotiated Bd/Sm scene commences. 😠

Dan is falling for all of Rick's tricks, hook line and sinker. Rick is so adamant about Dan taking prep because HE want to be the one that converts him or at the very least be the one that chooses who converts Dan. Fuck, I love this series!

Just a lil low down going into the story So my neighbor and his wife split years ago. She left him and their son one day and never came back. So I was always,the helpful neighbor, and watched his son. Who is one year younger than my son. So it worked out. After my son left for college lil Seth was depressed and lonely I told him it will pass. What I didn't know if they were experiment together so that's why he was lookin like a sad puppy. But it's his 18th birthday in a month so I told his dad, who is going to be on a business trip in JAPAN for his sons bday, that il take care of it he will have a great time. His dad said ok and left for a month. The dad comes his dad had a brand new dodge ram rebel parked in the garage for him. So he woke up to a already great Day. Took him shopping to eat, and he was happy. But then we stopped to shoot some pool. Local tavern. His bday; I bought us some pitchers ( of soda....not) I didn't know that this is his actual first beer. So he is getting buzzed fast. I ended up carrying him out. He's laughing the whole way. Get him home. Up in his bed, take his shirt off and pants to get into bed. To my suprise when I took off his pants, his, 9in.....thick, pink tipped cock sprang out. My jaw dropped. And Seth says, " I knew it, I knew you liked cock." I said , yes I do. He says with a evil grin, I'm not that buzzed off beer, I wanted to pretend, cuz I want you Mr. Steve. I've wanted you since I started getting boners. But your son took care of it til now. He smacks his cock to my face, and says, and, with an evil grin again. "I've seen Poz Twitter account. SINCE the first time I started my addiction to you being my poz daddy I don't want anyone but u to be the one to seed me. He turns onto his stomach and pulls his undies down over his plump boy bubble butt and Says, you know u want to taste it. He spreads his cheeks and my tongue is buried. End of part one. To be continued....

I agree. I'm not as much into sucking as I am in getting fucked. But I love it when a Top tells you he's going to cum, AND DOESN'T pull out. Sperm loads belong inside bottoms.

Nice. You're actually my favorite kind of faggot. Keep up the great work.

I do like being complimented... but verbal abuse makes my nipples big and hard as bullets. Even better when praise and abuse is combined = a win/win. "You live to suck cocks, don't you?" "This is what you were made for." "This is all you're good for." "You sweet, hot little faggot."

The Lab Berlin, I bent over a bench and guys took turn to fist and fuck me. Hot! Fantasy be like a gym class, instruction to line up n be fisted, 69 train, finish off with a dose of cum as protein supplement.

Having finally taken my first (and certainly not last) fist in the fall, I have so many bucket list items that I'm finally now getting to do! Atop my list though are getting my guts swamped and then fisted out, a lube gunge ff session, ff 69 (and multi-party iterations like ff train or ff circle), eventually take doubles, take a fist to the elbow... I've got all the time in the world and I'm just taking it one scene at a time, but so much fun stuff to do now that I'm over that initial hump

Part 16: The Bathhouse Ledger and the Final Score V The poz troll shuffles away, the crowd parting for him once more, leaving a void of silence in his wake. The air still feels thick, charged with the finality of what just happened. You lie in the sling, trembling, Mark and Stefan's hands a comforting anchor on your own. You're still processing the fire that's now burning inside you, a warmth that promises to become a part of you forever. Then, movement. You hear a hesitant step forward. The crowd, which had been murmuring amongst themselves, goes quiet again. "I'm next," a voice says, young and shaking with adrenaline. "I... I have to." You feel him step between your legs. He's different. Where the last man was all bone and papery skin, this one is all youthful vitality. You feel his smooth, toned thighs as he positions himself, the skin taut over firm muscle. He's lean, probably a runner or a swimmer. When he leans over you, you feel the soft, fine hairs of his treasure trail brush against your stomach, and his clean, soapy scent—a stark contrast to the acrid smell of sickness and sex that still lingers in the air—is almost shocking. He is gentle. His hands aren't just grabbing; they're exploring. He touches your chest with a reverence that feels completely out of place, stroking the fur, feeling your nipples with a curious thumb. You can almost feel his eyes on you, admiring your body in this ruined state. They move down to your thighs to grab hold, but it's a careful, almost hesitant touch. He turns his head, his voice still trembling but clear. "I'm neg. Not on PrEP. May I fuck him anyway? I know you prefer toxic guys, but I just have to… too hot to pass." "Fuck, look at this kid," someone in the crowd whispers, a mix of pity and fascination. "He doesn't know what he's doing." "He knows exactly what he's doing," Stefan's voice rumbles beside you, a proud, dark amusement in his tone. "He's seen the promised land, and now he wants a taste. Go ahead. Enjoy!" A collective, sharp intake of breath from the crowd. This is no longer a spectator sport for him. You feel his cock, hard and eager, at your entrance. It's a perfect, healthy specimen, and for a moment, a flicker of something like guilt cuts through your haze. But it's instantly extinguished by a wave of dark pride. He's choosing this. He's choosing you. He pushes in, and you hear him gasp. It's not a clean entry. You hear the wet, sloppy sound of his perfect cock displacing the gallons of cum already inside you, feel some of it being pushed out to run down over your balls. He's not just fucking a hole; he's baptizing himself in a toxic swamp. He fucks you with a wild, desperate energy, his strokes short and frantic. He's not trying to get off; he's trying to feel. He wants to feel all the toxic cum coating his own perfect, healthy cock. He's chasing the poison, bathing himself in your filth. His body starts to shiver uncontrollably from the sheer intensity, the overwhelming mix of pleasure and terror. Seeing this, Stefan moves behind him, his own cock hard, bobbing with predatory arousal as he closes the distance. He holds the young man firm, his strong arms wrapping around the trembling frame to comfort him, his rigid shaft nestling between the young man's taut ass cheeks. It's a gesture of comfort that is also one of absolute possession. "Easy now," Stefan whispers, his voice a dark, seductive lullaby. "Enjoy this fuck. Go slow. Feel how all this toxic spunk inside my brother's ass coats your beautiful cock. Don't just feel it, see it in your mind. See the bugs crawling all over your shaft, your cockhead, down your slit, looking for a way inside you." "Look at him," Mark murmurs beside you, his voice thick with possessive pride. "He's not just fucking, he's chasing that thrill. The one that changes you forever." That line hits you like a physical blow. The thrill that changes you forever. You know because you've been there. Suddenly, you're no longer in the sling. The memory drags you under, so vivid it's like you're there. A dark room years ago. Your first time. A poz bottom begging for your load. You remember pulling out, your own neg cock slick with his charged-up cum. The same terrifying thrill, the same cold sweat, the same dizzying knowledge that you'd crossed a line and could never, ever go back. It was the ultimate thrill, the one that ruined you for safe sex forever. It was the fuck that started you on this path, the one that led you directly to this sling today. And now you're watching it happen to someone else. The circle is complete. He doesn't last long. The sheer intensity of the moment overwhelms him. He cums with a strangled, sobbing cry, his body tensing as he adds his own healthy, neg load to the poisonous mix inside you. But his shout isn't one of pleasure; it's one of revelation. "I can feel it! I can feel the toxic cum on my dick!" he yells, pulling out. His cock emerges from you, glistening and obscene, a thick rope of cum connecting your hole to his tip before it breaks and drips down over his balls. He stumbles back, panting, his mission accomplished, staring in awe at his own cum-slicked member. The sight is too much for Stefan. With a groan, he grips his own cock and aims it at the young man's crotch, shooting his own thick, powerful load all over the glistening, cum-dripping dick. It's a final, possessive anointing, marking the young man's cock with his own toxic seed. The young man gasps, looking down at the scorpion tattoo on Stefan’s body and the double load covering him. A slow, blissful smile spreads across his face. He relishes the sight, using his hand to stroke his cock once more, spreading the mingled cum from his base up over his stomach and chest. Finally, he brings his dripping fingers to his lips, licking them clean with a look of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Stefan, kisses him gently on the forehead, a benediction, a welcome, and then lets him go, his face a mask of ecstatic bliss. Mark rises, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across his face. He walks to the board. You hear the chalk scrape as he puts a mark under "NEG". But he's not done. With a final, dramatic flourish, he adds a question mark right next to it. As the young man stares at the board, Stefan puts a comforting arm around his shoulder. "Don't worry," he says, his voice a promise of beautiful decay. "That question mark is just temporary. We'll be scratching it out and moving you up top soon enough." The message is clear. Another conversion has begun. The energy in the room slowly deflates, the spell broken. The audience begins to disperse, their whispers fading into the humid air. You are floating, adrift in a haze of exhaustion, overstimulation, and profound satisfaction. Every nerve in your body is singing a final, discordant song. Mark and Stefan are by your side, a grounding force in the swirling aftermath. The distant thrum of the bathhouse music, the hiss of a distant shower—it all fades into a dull, meaningless roar. The last thing you feel is Stefan's hands on your ankles, unstrapping you with a gentle, practiced touch. Then, nothing. The world goes black.

I'm sitting in the waiting room, looking through the many hook up apps on my phone and wait to be called into the doctor's office. I'm here for my regular PrEP tests and consultation with Doctor John. Annoyingly, he always turns these appointments into a lecture about responsible sex. I understand his professional need to do it, but it's so annoying, I want my pills no lecture. While I look through the many pictures, I stumble upon a headless torso with a biohazard tattoo. It is so sexy, I never saw one in real life, but the fantasy has been in my mind for years now. Finally my name is called. I give the profile a quick Like and put my phone into my jacket. Doctor John is distracted today and does not give me his usual lecture, but I don't question it. As soon as I have my receipt, I'm out of the office and on to the apps again. Sadly, the headless biohazard torso hasn't reacted yet, so I decide to write him a message with an offer to see some spicy pictures of me. Let's see if this raises his interest. As I couldn't manage to secure a hook up for the afternoon, I decided to go to my new gym to get at least some cardio today. After almost two hours I look at myself in the locker room's mirror and I'm quite contend. Finally, I have achieved to become a little more buff and bigger, which suits my hairy chest way better than my old slim frame. I like that the work pays finally off and that my ass has become the main attraction, if just someone would fill it with his cum. I take a last look at myself and go to my locker, when the locker room's door opens. To my surprise it is Doctor John and I'm quite startled as I don't think he lives nearby. Luckily he doesn't see me as he is glued to his phone, but I watch him walk to a locker and start to change. I never noticed how muscular he was, I knew he was athletic, but I had no idea how ripped he was. He pulled his boxer briefs down and I almost forgot to breath. The biohazard tattoo from the app earlier was shining above his beautiful 9'' cock. I turned around quickly and took my phone from my locker. I opened the app and saw that the headless torso had messaged me with some sexy pictures. I send a flame emoji and hear the phone of Doctor John beeping. It is him... What the fuck. (Three months later) It is my next appointment with Doctor John, but this time I have a surprise for him. I am the last patient, I especially asked for the last possible appointment of that day, because headless biohazard tattoo torso will learn with whom he has been sexting for the last months. Surprisingly, he never asked for a face pic and I didn't either. What Doctor John does not know is, that I stopped taking my pills for two weeks now and that I plan to take his gifted seed. 'MIke, you can come in now' Doctor John calls me into his office 'So let's go over this quickly, then you can have your tests' 'No need for that Doctor, I won't be taking the pills any more, I decided there is no need for it' 'But, what Mike, what are you talking about?" 'Doctor John or should I say "HazardlyGifted" you will convert me today' I put my phone on his desk, with our whole chat visible. He is shocked at first, but then I notice a predatory spark in his eyes. Doctor John stand up without uttering a word and leaves the office. I hear conversations outside and after a few minutes people seem to leave. I decide to go a step further and strip myself completely naked, taking a seat in Doctor John's chair. It takes another few minutes, but finally Doctor John comes back in and there is no nervousness, just an obvious hunger and lust. 'Well, I guess you better get to work if you want that load from me.' Doctor John is right in front of me at the edge of his desk. I push the chair back and kneel in front of him. As I start to take in his scent, I notice a little wet spot on his pants. Apparently, the Doctor is already leaking some precum. I don't want to lose any of this magnificent toxic juice and pull his pants down quickly. Either Doctor John goes commando or he changed before coming back, because his half erect cock is already pointing at me. Without a moments hesitation I take the head of this beautiful cock into my mouth and start to suck him off. His precum tastes sweeter than I imagined, but the husky, sweaty scent of his pubes almost makes me come. This is a real man and I want him inside me. I stand up and look him in the eyes. 'I want your poz load deep inside me, I want every inch of your cock raw inside me' Without a word, he takes me by the hips and switches our places, so that I am now bending over the desk and he stands behind me. I feel his hard cock at my hole and he starts with first dry thrusts. Then I hear him spit, first on my hole, which he caresses with his finger and then a second loud spit, but it doesn't hit me, I guess he is preparing his cock. 'As you want me completely raw, you will not have the luxury of lube to handle my poz cock. But I guess my spit and precum will already be lube enough' 'Fuck me! Give me you poz cum, please' I plead. His cock is now thrusting more eager against my hole and with a sudden stronger thrust his cock's head slips into me. I moan loudly, but the Doctor isn't gentle. He keeps pushing stronger and almost half of his cock is already inside me. Then he pulls out completely and slams his cock forcefully into my body, burying his cock deep inside me. Because of the mix of pleasure and pain I already come on his desk, but this is just the beginning of this fuck. The Doctor is now pushing rhythmically in and out of my hole, staying inside for longer periods of time. He hits my prostate with relentless precision and despite my handsfree cum explosion, I am already rock hard again. 'Mike, I have to say, you take my poz cock really nicely. Let's see how you can handle my toxic seed' Doctor John keeps fucking me for almost 15 minutes before he finally shoots his poz load inside me. He collapses on my back and pushes me on his desk. My cock still hard, but already leaking again. Two more load have escaped me during our fuck. When he finally stands up and his half hard cock slips out of my hole, I finally register that I just took my first knowing poz load and I feel exhilarated. 'That was awesome' I say, turning around and looking at the naked, sweaty body of Doctor John in his chair. 'Yeah, it was. We will have to do that again, you are mine now. I have marked you as my own, this gift cannot go to waste' I push myself from the desk and walk over the other side to get my clothes, when I suddenly feel his hands around my waist. He turns me around and as we are standing both naked in the middle of the office, I know this journey has just begun. Doctor John pulls me towards him and we seal this new reality with a deep, longing kiss. His warm cum buried deep inside me.

I recently got a Prince Albert piercing, saw there wasn’t many discussions on here about the process - so thought I’d post about my experience for those that are thinking about getting one. I’ve now had my PA for just over two weeks, so I might also update this as I continue on my journey with it. leading up to getting it I was very nervous. I’d been thinking about getting one seriously for about a year, but had been tempted for a lot longer then that. Everytime I had gotten close to booking in I chickened out being really scared about the pain. It took a lot of encouragement from a couple of guys I know to finally build up the confidence to book in and get it done. I’m in Melbourne, Australia, so I went to Piercing HQ in the inner suburbs. They’ve done hundreds of these piercings and I knew I’d be in good hands. That’s step one, make sure you find an extremely reputable piercing studio that has a great name for itself. If you’re near me, piercing HQ is the only place I’d recommend in Melbourne. the studio is extremely clean and hygienic, and all of the staff there were extremely welcoming, friendly and made and effort to make me feel comfortable. the appointment started with a consult about the piercing and taking a look at the jewellery. I want to eventually size up to a 2 or 0 gauge piercing, so out of the 3 starting options they recommended I started at 6 gauge. They don’t recommend starting any bigger than this, and that’s probably for the best. Looks can be deceiving, and compared to pictures I’d seen 6 gauge looks a lot bigger in real life compared to what I’d seen online. Might be because I was now picturing it being put in my dick… equally though, I’m glad I didn’t start any smaller. 10 and 8 gauge look way to small for my liking, but they may be perfect for other guys depending on your anatomy and taste. Next up I was taken into the actual piercing room. Again, very clean, very tidy, nice and comfortable. I was asked to drop my pants and get on the table and then we got started. The man doing the piercing started taking a look at placement, rolling back my foreskin to take a proper look at the head of my cock and find the right entry point. He was being supervised by a more senior piercer to make sure the placing was perfect. That took all of 3 minutes. The placement was marked by a toothpick dipped with black ink, barely felt it I had been nervous that I would get hard during the appointment, but in reality faced with a needle coming my way I was softer then I’d ever been. This is for the best as well, you don’t want any extra blood flow for what’s coming next. The piercer then took a couple of minutes to change gloves and get the jewellery ready. It had been properly sterilised with the proper machinery, so there was no worries in my mind about cleanliness. once ready he turned around and explained what he’d be doing. They use a tool, very similar to a sounding pole, but a lot more pointy, to enter into your urethra and act as a catch for the needle. Then they stick the needle in through the base of the head, and shortly after replace it with the jewellery. The most uncomfortable part of the process was the sounding pole entering my urethra. I have sounded myself before so it wasn’t unfamiliar, but the pointiness of the tool is a bit uncomfortable. I wish they were able to use a little bit more lube then they did, but realistically that discomfort was all of 30 seconds if not less. Once that was in my cock properly he explained that he’d be asking me to take a deep breath on his count, and as I took that breath he’d stick the needle through. I followed his instructions and as he stuck the needle in I felt a very sharp, but very quick, flash of pain. The pain was over in a moment, I would say less then 5 seconds. He then very quickly replaced the needle with the jewellery. At this point I had pins and needles in my hands and legs and was a bit light headed, but didn’t feel any pain - after the needle was done, so was the pain. One thing I hadn’t mentally prepared for was the blood. It makes sense in reflection, but being a cock piercing, there’s a lot of blood flowing through that area. And boy did I bleed a lot. He cleaned me up and wrapped my cock up with a combination of towels and used a glove over the top, secured with a rubber band to make sure it didn’t fall off. after a couple of moments we went back out to the main studio and began a bit of an aftercare consult. They explained to me all the precautions to take and the best ways to keep it clean and infection free. After paying, I was given the okay to leave. I did hang around in the studio on their couch for about 30 minutes, the light headedness was still there so I didn’t want to drive until I was ready. The staff were great, we had a bit of a chat, and after that I went on home. I had made sure to wear loose pants, but fitting underwear to keep things in place, but even with that the first day you are walking around like a pirate. Every movement is sensitive, and some movements create a little bit of pain. The worst part by far was the first time I had to pee. Following other online advice, I jumped in the shower for the first go and I’m glad I did. the first pee, and probably the first few after that, sting a lot. Drinking plenty of water to dilute it definitely helped, and that goes for the first few days if not week. The first pee though, was a lot of blood and honestly pretty gross. Being in the shower for this was the right bet, I was able to clean up easily and also take some time to appreciate how good the piercing looked. the first 2-3 days saw a fair bit of blood. The piercing will bleed significantly for the first couple of days, but each day you will see less and less. By day 4 there was only a little bit of spotting, and by day 5 there was none. I used a number of pads during this time to make sure everything stayed clean and hygienic. by day 4 I was that pent up from not cumming I decided to see if I could very gently get myself off. The aftercare instructions were simple, if it hurts don’t do it - yet. I was very slow and very gentle, and after what became a bit of an edging session, blew my load. Unsurprisingly to me there was a little bit of blood, but nothing like the previous days. Before the piercing I was also the kind of guy that shot ropes of cum - not anymore. The way the cum dribbled out of my cock was very different from what I’m used to, but it also seemed to make my orgasm last longer as my cock twitched more to try and push the cum out. Feels absolutely amazing. from then on I’ve been able to cum every day, but it’s only been after the two week mark that I can actually bate how I’m used to. Can have as much vigour as I want and the sensations from the piercing add a nice level to every orgasm. I’ve also been able to get back into fun. I’m a bottom so tops may have a different experience or timeline to me. But it’s been fun showing it off to all the guys. The only thing I’ve noticed is I may need to get bigger balls on the end of my piercing. When there’s lube on my cock the piercing has almost slipped out, with the ball entering my urethra and almost slipping out. I’ve caught it in time every time so far, but I imagine that’ll happen at some point. I’ve now had my cock sucked with it in now too, and it feels amazing. I’ve never been big on getting head, but I can see that changing now. A guys tongue slipping around the piercing sends waves down my cock and drives me crazy now. Overall I wish I had have done this years earlier. I’ve noticed compared to some people my healing has been very quick. I don’t know how much of a difference it makes but I’m uncut and have a very long foreskin. I think it helped the blood clot and speed up the healing process. I know of at least two cut guys who told me they had to wait weeks if not a couple of months before even bating. So it’s important to know this is my experience but yours might differ. There’s more I could write about the aftercare and about the first fun I had with it in, so if you have questions feel free to ask and I’ll respond when I can! If you want to see the piercing check out my X, same username as on here.

3rd May 2026 my HIV will be officially a teenager!

I wasn't expecting much as I pulled into the local park here. It was a cold rainy Sunday afternoon so I didn't think anyone would be up for any fun along the trails. Surprisingly, there were three cars there as I pulled into the small gravel parking area. Pulled out my phone while trying to make eye contact with the other drivers through rain covered windows. Eventually one young guy gets out and while standing by his car, hidden by the open door takes a piss. Quickly gets back in his car. I guess not interested in the trail. i tried the usual apps and landed on one guy just one hundred feet away. It's the same guy. "Hi." "How are you?" "Horny." "Same here." About this time one of the other cars leave. The guy continues, "I'm not that big, but you can blow me if you like." "Yeah, I'm good with that." He tells me, "I can stand by my car, the other guy won't see. I'm in red car." I don't really care, but just as I'm about to step out in the misting rain the third car starts up and leaves. I meet the young guy by his driver's side door. He's wearing a hoodie and jeans. Unzips and pulls out a respectable cock. He's trimmed his pubes way more than I like but i'm just here for another load. I start sucking his cock and his legs are shaking. He seems to really be enjoying it and I start licking his balls. Digging my tongue really deep and He's moaning that i'm almost reaching his asshole. "You like that?", I asked. Of course he does. I give his hips a push and soon have my face buried in his ass rimming that hole. We go back and forth from cock to ass before he asks if he can FaceTime his friend. I don't mind and before I know it I can here a voice on the other end saying he would love to blow me as well. I speed up my deepthroating of the guy. He's close, "where do you want it?". Any other time, i would have offered my hole but didnt heve time to get in position. Another second and am rewarded with a nice warm load. Says he's running late and he'll see me around. Got another message from him today offering to fuck me with the friend. He had gone back by the park looking for me but missed me by about an hour.

I have a guy here on BreedingZone who's been chatting with me since almost 2 years. He's both sweet and dirty, love this!!! Love long-lasting roleplay chats not just made of "fuck" "poz me" and so on. Yeah, in years I've become so brutally selective!

I was 18 and was going in for a Job Interview for a local Warehouse to do office Stuff, during the Interview the Manager looked up at me and said " You look like you're a Faggot " and I was very confused but I love being called that so I was getting turned on , he got up from his seat and says again " you're a Faggot aren't ya Boy" I shook my head yes and he whipped out his Uncut 8 inch cock and I started sucking, he got on his phone too call someone and starts talking about me sucking his cock, next thing I know 20 more men come walking in surrounding me and I just start sucking them all, I lost count how many loads I swallowed and I was there for a while, after they were done he said I got the Job but I wouldn't be doing paperwork. Worked there for a while was a Great Job .

This is a short story of how a fuckbuddy made me (we were both in our mid-20's back then) his regular ass eater. A few years ago, I was looking for a date on Grindr, nothing special. I discovered a smooth XL twink with the most amazing ass I've ever seen. We started texting and he was looking for someone to eat his ass out. A few hours later, freshly shaved and with a raging boner, I was on my way to his place. When I arrived, he was already naked and stroking his impressive XL cock. I never would have expected such a tool on a twink like him. The only thing I could think of was getting between his legs and start working. After taking my clothes off, he quickly commanded me to lay on the bed, handed me some poppers and started to press his junk into my face. For almost an hour, I sucked his dick, licked his smooth hole and fucked him with my tongue. With each minute his hole got looser, until I could stick my tongue in completely, so I could suck on his asshole. I forgot everything around me and just focused on sucking out his insides. In between, he sat on my still fully hard cock to further loosen his hole, which he immediately pressed, squatting over my face, onto my mouth. After handing me the bottle of poppers for the last time, he suddenly lifted his ass from my face and placed his cock onto my tongue, releasing the biggest load I have seen to date. His seed filled my mouth and the taste of his perfect ass mixed with the salty taste of twink cum. After swallowing the mouthful of cum, he rode my cock until I finally covered his insides with my cum and we both panted, exhausted from over an hour of pure joy. As he was quite the power bttm, whenever he was super horny, he told me to come over and be a good rimslut for him, and swallow another load, which I happy did. But one day, our routine changed. He told me, he had a surprise for a greedy cumslut like me and I couldn't think straight for the whole day, until it was finally time to serve him again. When I arrived, everything seemed normal and I began my service like I always did. But when I started eating him out, I noticed his hole was already quite loose, no comparison to the tight smooth hole I was used to. "Stick your tongue out slut!" he told me, when suddenly cum started dripping from his hole. Thanks to the usual hit of poppers I lost all inhibitions and started sucking on his hole like a wild animal. This horny twink just pushed some strangers cum into my mouth and made me clean out his hole. He told me a young couple he knew wanted to fuck him right before I arrived and since I so greedily devoured his loads, he assumed I wouldn't mind some random loads thrown into the mix. It was one of the first times I felched someone and the first time I didn't know whose cum I was eating there. But him telling the story and describing the couple, while I tasted their mixed seed immediately sent me over the edge. Since then, he always managed to find some hot guys breeding him, before we met, so there was always some cum for me to suck out of his guts. One time, he even found a young top that was totally into feeding his loads to guys and he was still there when I arrived. He closely watched me, while his cum slowly dribbed out of my fuckbuddy's hole into my mouth and asked me if I liked his taste. Unfortunately, I moved to a new town for a job, but whenever I am visitng my home town, I text him so there is a cummy hole for me to feast on.

A bottom does “not owe” a top anything. A top does “not owe” a bottom anything. It pisses me off, and saddens me when a bottom believes that is his duty in life to be treated like trash. As I have said in other topics, no one will abuse me. If he continues doing something I don’t like, after I’ve asked him to stop or take it easy, there will be problems. I might still get hurt, but he will always remember what he did to me. Unfortunately, this society is getting increasingly more mean. There is a belief that if I want something, I deserve it, no matter what the consequences are for others. People have got to start saying, “enough is enough.”

No you’re not the only one! I love when they get more and more violent and rough as the session progresses and even more when it continues to get harder over multiple sessions

One time I was on Craigslist and saw a post from two black tops who were in my neighborhood and were looking for a white bottom to share. I was there in minutes and they were extremely hot. They used me for hours that first time and I had a few sessions with them individually afterwards but never got to enjoy them together again unfortunately. But now I’m always looking for a pair of tops to do it again- sometimes I get lucky and get both holes filled at once but it’s rare

There’s a discrete forest area not too far from my apartment, and the other night a guy with an anonymous profile on sniffies hit me up and asked if I was looking and down for a quick anon pump and dump. He was in his early-mid 20s and a college student. He was also taller than me, about 6’2” I think. I didn’t see his face, but based off the shape of his cock and his skin tone in the picture he sent, I think he may have been Latino. I told him that I was down and asked when he wanted to meet. He wanted to meet right away, and I told him I would be there in 15 minutes. At first, I had trouble finding the exact location of the meeting spot because of it was dark and there were many tress, hanging vines, and bushes. Eventually I ran into him, we said a quick hello, and I followed him in the dark on a small trail to a nearby clearing. I never saw his face, but I heard his deep voice and my hole was hungry for his cock. When we got to the small clearing I pulled down his shorts and began sucking his dick. He had a very big dick, even when soft. It was thick, long, and uncut, and fuck it tasted so good and felt amazing in my mouth. He got hard almost instantly. I sucked his dick for a while, longer than I normally would for a pump and dump (I could not get enough of his thick, long and hairy cock, and those balls…fuck). After a while his dick was very wet from spit, so I reached down to my hole and removed my glass plug, putting it in my vest pocket. I stood up, turned around and bent over, leaning against the nearest wooden railing I could find. He pushed his cock against my hole and I took a deep hit of poppers. I let the poppers take effect as I pushed my hole out, allowing him to enter more easily. I hit the poppers some more, and it didn’t take long before he was pounding my ass. After a few minutes, he came. He didn’t give me any verbal heads up—he just pumped his load deep into my ass. This was so fucking hot to me. I love being used, no words needed. You know that feeling when a top cums in you and gives you those slower, harder and deeper strokes as he finishes? It’s especially hot to me when it’s anonymous and they don’t say a word, but you know they just came in your ass. You can always tell when they’re about to breed you- shortly before they cum they start to go a lot faster and breathe harder, and then all of a sudden there’s those final 2-5 deep thrusts, with a longer pause, usually paired with a grunt or heavy breathing (just thinking about him breathing heavily and cumming in me is getting me hard again as I write this). After he came and pushed his load in deep, he pulled out, pulled his pants up and said thank you. I said thank you as well, then I left the area and walked on the trail back to the main street without looking back.

Seeing a man in Grey sweat whose underwear are showing Or he's commando with a big imprint. example I saw a guy at target he had on a white T-shirt. His nipples were showing because his body was so busting big and muscle hard but then he had these green sweats on and he had this huge cock that was commando and he was with his wife, but I’m thinking he puts that thing in her cause it was at least 9 inches. It was a huge cock and the head was fat. Plus it was a hot in sweaty day. I still wonder if he knows that other men are looking at his big old dick swinging in his pants.

The next few days seemed to drag by like an eternity. My uncle's place was nice but it seemed a bit strange. Nearly every room besides my bedroom was locked so I spent my days rotating between my bed and the couch in the living room. I had been sleeping horribly and sometimes when I would get up to get water I could swear I heard people in the locked rooms. Uncle mark was in and out of the house all the time at the strangest hours. I knew he was an artist of some sort but I assumed he would have regular work hours. There was always a strange vibe when we went out together. On the first night I was here we went to get dinner at a local restaurant and he ran into a “friend” Joseph. As we walked into the restaurant there was a tall bulky man waiting with a guy that couldn’t have been older than 20. When he saw my uncle he smiled and hugged him. “Mark it’s good to see you” he said hugging my uncle “ it’s good to see you too mah—uh Joseph” uncle mark said seeming nervous. I recognized Joseph’s voice when I heard it, he was the one that answered the phone when I first called my uncle. “And whose this lad here” Joesph said turning to me “Oh this is my nephew jack” he said putting his hand on my shoulder “Nice to meet you jack” Joesph said pulling me into a hug. He enveloped me with his hard muscular frame “Nice to meet you sir” I said shyly Joesph chuckled at that “ well trained already huh” he laughed “ you’ll have a lot less of a learning curve unlike Alex here” he said clasping his companions shoulder. Alex’s eyes looked glazed over but he seemed happy. Just then the hostess came and showed Joesph and Alex to their table. “Well I’ll see you both later” Joesph said with a wink as he walked away The rest of the dinner had a weird vibe, uncle mark spent half of it checking his phone and spent like 20 minutes in the bathroom. — I know I had promised jack to master but the process of corruption was harder on me than I thought it would be. I can’t believe he brought Alex here, he tested positive last week and master has been training him non stop. I knew master was going to demand I go to the bathroom and receive his load at some point so I was eyeing my phone. I was pent up with my cock locked and jack at my house preventing me from being bred as much as normal. The last time my cock was locked I took at least 20 loads a day, not to mention all the fists and toys. Now every time master called me to his place it was just to film or prep for him breeding other slaves. I finally got the text from master. “Bathroom.Now.” And went straight for to men’s room barely excusing myself. I knew it seemed suspicious but i needed cock so bad. When I made it into the bathroom I realized it wasn’t master in there but Alex. “Hi sir” Alex said dazedly as he grabbed onto me “ master said it has been too long since you had his cum so he told me to feed you” he said giggling. “Open up” as he undid his pants I saw some of masters marks. His cock was freshly pierced with a PA and had a padlock tattoo above the base of his cock. As he turned around I saw “slut hole” tramp stamped on him with two cocks on each cheek pointing to his hole. His hole was plugged with a large black buttplug. I positioned myself beneath his hole as I pulled out the plug. Alex moaned as I took the plug out before quickly pressing my mouth to his hole. I could feel master’s warm seed sliding from him into me. His taste was immaculate as I shoved my tongue forward desperate for more. Alex was moaning as he pushed his wrecked cunt into my mouth. As I gobbled down the cum I felt Alex start to prolapse into my mouth. Soon the flow of master and Alex’s juices stop and I took my lips from his cunt. “Thank you sir” he moaned reaching for his plug on the ground. “Uh uh” I said “ that’s mine now” I told him as I pulled up his pants. He was too high to give any resistance so he just nodded and left. I undid my pants and pushed the plug through the pig hole I already had inserted into my cunt. It popped in base and all and I pulled up my pants and went back to dinner even though I was already full

I love doing that. Also when going on a date, have my bf go to the bathroom for the restaurant to get bred by random guys and come back to the table with fresh loads in his cunt. You ex must have enjoyed you a lot too

Non-stop is 3 hours. In a day is around 5.5 hours.

Dan’s thumb hovered over the send button, his heart pounding as he stared at the text he’d just typed in answer to Jimmy's question about what he'd said during their four way with Carl. “Yeah, I’m serious,” he wrote, then hesitated. His fingers trembled as he added, “But I’m still scared.” He hit send, the words disappearing into the void of Jimmy’s inbox. The weight of his admission pressed on his chest, a mix of excitement and terror that left him breathless. The reply came almost instantly, as if Jimmy had been waiting. “Come over Sunday afternoon. Bring your PrEP. We’ll talk.” By Sunday, Dan’s nerves had twisted into a knot. He clutched his bottle of PrEP like a talisman as he rang the doorbell to Jimmy and Jason’s place. The door swung open, revealing Jimmy’s freckled face and a smirk that sent a shiver down Dan’s spine. “About time,” Jimmy said, stepping aside to let him in. “Jason’s in the kitchen. We’ve got something to propose.” Jason stood by the counter, his athletic frame casual yet commanding. He glanced up from the lockbox in his hands, his brown eyes locking onto Dan’s. Jimmy placed the lockbox on the table, its metal surface cold and unyielding. “Here’s the deal. We’re putting our meds in here. You put in your PrEP and promise not to get a refill. You get the key. If you don’t unlock it, in six weeks, our viral loads will be infectious and you’ll be barebacking with us, no protection. But if you change your mind before then, you open it, and we all start our meds again. Your choice.” Dan’s hands shook as he took the key, its weight heavier than its size suggested. “What if… what if I can’t do it?” Jason’s voice was firm but not unkind. “Then you open the box. But if you’re serious about this, you’ll find you want to stick it out. Discover which you end up choosing. That’s all we’re asking.” Dan nodded, his throat dry. “Okay. I’ll do it.” They placed their meds inside, the click of the lockbox sealing their pact. Jason clapped Dan on the shoulder, his grip tight. “Good. Now, let’s celebrate. We’re taking you to the baths. Sunday’s the perfect day—older crowd, more poz guys. You’ll fit right in.” The baths were a labyrinth of steam and shadows, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and desire. Dan clung to Jimmy and Jason as they navigated the dimly lit halls, his heart racing. The whispers of men echoed around them, the occasional moan breaking through the haze. “Relax,” Jimmy murmured, his hand brushing Dan’s lower back. “You’re safe here. And you’re gonna love it.” They led him to a private room, the door closing behind them with a soft click. Jason pressed Dan against the wall, his lips brushing his ear. “Ready to be shared?” Dan’s breath hitched as Jason’s hands roamed down his body. “Y-yes,” he managed, his voice trembling. Jimmy stepped forward, his green eyes dark with desire. “Good boy.” They took turns with him, their mouths and hands mapping every inch of his body. Jason’s cock slid into him first, slow and deliberate, his biohazard tattoo glinting in the low light. Dan gasped, his nails digging into Jason’s shoulders as he adjusted to the stretch. “That’s it,” Jason growled, his thrusts steady and deep. “Take it all.” Jimmy watched, his cock hard and leaking as he stroked himself. “My turn next. But first…” He leaned in, kissing Dan fiercely, their tongues tangling as Jason fucked him harder. The room grew hotter, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the space. Dan’s moans were raw, his inhibitions melting away as he surrendered to the pleasure. When Jason pulled out, Jimmy slid in, his uncut cock filling Dan completely. “Fuck, you’re nice and smooth,” Jimmy groaned, his hands gripping Dan’s hips. “Perfect for what we’ve got planned.” They moved as one, their rhythms syncing as they shared Dan’s body, their cocks sliding in and out of him with abandon. Dan’s head fell back, his breath ragged as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. “Not yet,” Jason commanded, his fingers brushing Dan’s leaking hole. “We’re taking you out there. Let everyone see what a good slut you are.” Dan’s eyes widened, but he nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. They led him to the main orgy area, the steam swirling around them as they found an open space. Jason pushed Dan to his knees, his cock thrusting into Dan’s mouth as Jimmy positioned himself behind, sliding back into Dan’s eager hole. The whispers of the crowd grew louder, the air electric with voyeuristic desire. Dan’s mouth worked around Jason’s cock, his moans muffled as Jimmy pounded into him from behind. Hands reached out, touching, exploring, as strangers joined in, their cocks pressing against Dan’s chest, his back, his face. “That’s it,” Jimmy panted, his voice hoarse. “Take it all. Show them what you are.” Dan’s eyes fluttered closed, his body a conduit for their pleasure. He was no longer just Dan—he was their slut, their toy, their soon to be poz whore. The presence of the key back in the locker felt like a promise, a pact sealed in sweat and cum. Jason and Jimmy yielded Dan's ass to a series of other guys. Most of them were decades older. Some in good shape, others less so. As he took their cocks, Jason or Jimmy would take turns murmuring in his ear urging him to ride that poz cock or milk that poz load. He was moved around the room, to the sling and then the fuck bench. By the end of the afternoon Dan had taken 8 loads and felt very slutty. As the afternoon faded, Dan stood in the changing room, his breath ragged, his body still buzzing from the encounter. He stared at the key in his hand, its metal surface cool against his palm. The choice he’d made felt heavier now, the consequences more real. Six weeks. He closed his fist around the key, the weight of it settling deep in his chest. The fear was still there, but so was the excitement, the thrill of the unknown. He was no longer a neg guy on PrEP—he was something more, something wilder, something free.