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Bill grabbed a coffee and managed to glance at the newspaper standing behind the counter. He was irritated. Both Timmy and Peter had called in sick so he had had to clean the place himself before it opened, and now he was going to have to run around making tea and cleaning up after the customers all day. He was lazy at heart and had got used to them doing the menial work as well as servicing the old trolls who had been coming in increasing numbers. He had to admit they were good for business. “Alright Bill?” One of the regulars came down the stairs, his dangling cock glistening with lube. It was a “no towels” day so everyone was naked. It looked like he had been putting his cock somewhere wet. “Can I have a cup of tea?” Bill sighed and put down the paper. “Sure, “He replied. “I’ll bring it in.” The man nodded and went off to the lounge. Bill smiled as he saw the cleft between the sagging buttocks was also wet and dripping. “Dirty old git.” He thought. He made the tea and took it in. There was a knock at the back door as he was picking up a bag to go and empty the bins upstairs. He wasn’t expecting any deliveries. “Better see who it is,” He thought. It was raining outside and Mark felt thoroughly miserable. It was his first term at the local college and he’d volunteered to distribute leaflets and try and get some donations for a local charity they supported. He was 18 small, overweight and shy having never been away from home before. He’d thought this might help him make some friends but as he stood there with the rain dripping off him he felt he’d made a mistake. The door opened and a middle-aged man stood there in a grubby singlet and shorts. He scratched the heavy belly bulging beneath the singlet as he contemplated the student standing in the rain. The young man blushed as he saw the heavy bulge in the man’s shorts. “S..sorry to bother you.” He stammered. “I’m collecting for charity and wondered…” His voice tailed off as he stood there intimidated and yet drawn to this almost naked man. “Mmmm,” Thought Bill, noting the red face and downcast eyes. He’d also noticed the glance at his groin and the unconscious lick of the lips. “Could be...could be.” He smiled. “You poor thing!” He said, “You must be so cold. Why don’t you come in and I’ll see what I can do. I’m sure my regulars might want to give you something.” A vision of the lad naked made his cock swell and he saw it had been noticed. “Regulars?” The young man asked “Sure. This is a gay sauna as you’d have seen if you’d come round to the main door. Does that bother you?” Mark swallowed. He didn’t want to appear in any way prejudiced. And also, he was surprised to find himself getting excited and he was soaked to the skin. “N..no.” He stammered. “That would be fine.” The man stood back and Mark squeezed past him, conscious of the heavy body and the faint smell of sweat. It was warm inside and Mark stood dripping inside the door. “I’m Bill,” said the man. “You’re cute. What’s your name?” A man appeared from a door behind the reception desk. He was in his late 60’s and stark naked. “I’m...I’m Mark” He said, ogling the nude old man who stood there unashamed and winked at him. “Well, Mark. This is our no towels day. Everyone is naked. Does that bother you?” Mark swallowed as the old man disappeared up some stairs. He was excited. And also scared. Something was going to happen and he didn’t know what. He shook his head. “Do you like seeing naked men? Does it excite you?” Mark blushed, aware now of his stubby little erection. Suddenly, Bill took off his singlet, revealing a hairy torso and fat tits. As Mark watched, he dropped his shorts and a thick, wet penis rose stiffly below his hairy belly. Before the student could react, he took him in his arms, pulling him against his naked body and mashing his mouth on his in a full on kiss. Mark squirmed, unable to resist, but he felt himself surrendering to this first gay kiss and his body hung limply in Bill’s embrace. After a while, Bill led him over to the counter. “Take off your clothes.” He said. Mark hesitated. What was happening to him? But his heart was pounding and the thought of being naked in front of a man was overwhelming. With trembling fingers he took off his soaking hoodie and tee shirt, lowered his trousers and then, with a gasp of emotion, pulled down his underwear and stood there nude. Bill took his clothes behind the counter then grabbed him in a hug. As he kissed him again Mark felt the heavy cock against his belly. In a fever of excitement he returned the kiss and pushed himself against Bill’s cock. Bill smiled to himself. Time to see if his instincts were totally correct. “It’s not just no towels day,” He whispered into Marks ear. “It’s HIV positive day. Everyone here is poz.” Mark gasped and went rigid with shock. Bill pushed his cock against the young man’s belly, fondled his little cock and hugged him tight. Mark was scared, excited, shocked and surprised all at once. This was so depraved! He was actually in a filthy sauna where men infected each other willingly. Then a thought came to him. “Are...are...you?” He whispered back. Bill chuckled. “Oh yes!” He said. He took Mark’s hand and wrapped it around his cock. “Do you like my poz cock?” He whispered. “Would you like it in you?” “Oh my God,” Thought Mark. “What am I doing?” But it felt sooo exciting, sooo dangerous. He should leave, should run from this man. But he just mewled with emotion. Bill reached under the counter and produced a small, brown bottle. He unscrewed the top and a sharp, solvent smell made Mark’s heart race. “Sniff this.” Said Bill. “It’ll help you relax” Mark took a sniff and his eyes widened as the solvent made him melt with excitement and lust. “Just a moment.” Said Bill, he went and locked the door “Come on, lover boy” He took Mark’s hand and led him over to the stairs. Naked, excited, dizzy from poppers, Mark allowed himself to be taken upstairs. At the top was a short landing with a doorway at the end. Bill opened the door and took him inside. There was a small room with two old, stained couches on which three old men sat watching a gay movie. “This is Mark,” said Bill. “He’s all yours.” Mark gasped, turning to Bill in surprise. “I thought..I mean..aren’t we..” Bill pressed the bottle to his nose . “Not yet. Customers always come first!” Mark sagged and felt himself enveloped in old, sagging flesh. They bore him over to a couch and dragged him down until he was kneeling with his rear in the air. Hands caressed him and fingers anointed his hole with something cold and slippery. He gasped at this intimate invasion and someone said: “He has a lovely bottom. So tight! Is he a virgin?” “Yep,”said Bill. “Oooh lovely. So he’s neg, then?” “Oh yes.” Bill replied. “So who’s going to be first to knock him up?” Mark went cold as he heard this exchange, but he couldn’t move and the poppers still made his heart pound. “Have a go, Arthur,”sniggered a voice. “You’re spunk’s right toxic, ain’t it?” Mark felt hands on his hips and then the blunt head of an erect cock pushing against his arsehole. He stiffened, but an old, rough voice said “Relax and let me in. Give it some more poppers someone.” More solvent coarsed through him, the blunt head pushed against him, and then his arsehole gaped and the long, thin cock slid up him and he cried out with pain and pleasure. “Yeah, that’s nice. I’m in it now.” Grunted Arthur and he began to thrust in and out of the upraised bottom. “Knock it up, Arthur.” Said Bill. “Don’t take all day.” He bent and took Marks face in his hands, kissing him and sliding his tongue into his mouth. Mark felt himself giving way to it, the questing tongue in his mouth and the thrusting cock in his backside. He couldn’t help pushing back as the old man’s thrusts became more urgent. “Oh yeah!” He grunted and his cock throbbed inside him as it spurted. “Well done!” whispered Bill. “His poz babies are swimming in you now. You’ll soon be pregnant!” He stood up and watched Arthur’s cock flop wetly out of the cute buttocks. “Let’s make sure shall we? Who’s next?”

I met my friends for drinks and pizza. As I got home around 9pm. I lay in bed and got on BBRT. I again searched profiles and tried a different search. 60 yrs+ Top only HIV Large/Oh my god Give in ass Give in mouth Take none Kissing BDSM I ended up seeing 21 profiles with 16 online. I went thru them and started to get hard. There were some hot dudes and also some not so hot dudes. Top Delivers Not prince charming or Brad Pitt here. 64 yr old average guy look less than average body but I will make any bottom cream and not want to leave. Top here looking for younger bottom to fuck and have long term fun with. I looked at his pics and he wasn't anything to look at. He wasn't ugly he just wasn't noticeable. His body was ok but then his cock pic. OMG it was huge. It looked at least 9". I moved on to another profile. Top with the Right Stuff 70 yr old POZ top here with high VRL. Young bottoms to the front. I will make you sing and see stars. Love bi-curious guys looking to learn. Reminder I am HIV positive and looking to breed. No meds here. Advanced HIV. No PnP, poppers ok. Be opened minded and we will have so much fun. As I read his profile I was intrigued. What does advanced HIV mean? I looked at his pics. He was tall handsome and thin. He looked not well but still had a nice body frame with some muscle and a thick moustache. His cock was huge it looked at least 9" and thick. My cock throbbed as I looked at his pics. He even had some of him in what looked like a very young bottom taking him with his face covered. I was so horny right now I got out the dildo and lube and stuck it in my ass and started to ride it. I stared at the pics and thought of Rick, Professor and all the men fucking me. I started to shoot cum all over again without touching myself. I calmed down and licked up all the cum. I was restless and still horny but tired. I best go to sleep.

"When was the last time you got fucked bare?" he asked "With the Professor on Saturday" I replied "He cum in you" he asked "Yes Daddy he did" I answered "Were you still on PEP? Take it everyday?" he asked "Yes Daddy and I took my test and I was negative yesterday" I replied "Yes but tests are not good so soon to exposure." he said His demeanor had now changed to full Daddy mode. "But I am negative please fuck me please its been so long" I said begging "You want to impregnate you don't you? You want to have my seed and DNA in you right?" he said "Yes Daddy" I replied "Then baby we need to make sure you not pregnant by someone else ok. You want to be sure right?" he said looking at me with his caring face "Yes I do. I only want yours" I said "Ha ha sure not acting like it. Letting any guy with a hard cock into your pussy. " he said laughing I felt embarrassed. "Don't be embarrassed baby. I want to you fully explore and enjoy being such a good bottom you are. I have never had such a beautiful young man like you with such a tight pussy on him. And I have had a lot of pussy" he said I felt kind of relieved and also aroused and uncomfortable all at the same time. "Until this Saturday you will not let anyone fuck you. Understand?" Rick said "Yes Daddy" I said "You can suck cock and even take loads as the risk is nominal but no fucking. Even with a condom. That can break. Can you do that for me baby" he said "Yes Daddy, then what" I said eagerly "Then on Saturday you can go for a test and if you come back HIV negative then I will take you and make you mine." he said looking at me smiling "Daddy what if I come back and I am HIV POZ" I asked "Then someone else clearly was the one who got you pregnant. It could've been me but it could also been the Professor or those other guys who fucked you at the ABS." he said "Will you still...." I said and paused "Fuck you. Yes but it will be like every other one and in some ways less appealing cause I am not the one converting you" he said I looked down sadly. "It will be ok baby. Can you hold out for 5 more days of not getting fucked like a slut?" he said "Yes Daddy" I said "Good. A few other rules. Once we go down this path you are mine. You will be my property. What I says goes. And that means anything. Ok?" he said "Yes Daddy" I said. "Converting will take time and once you get sick I will take care of you. " he said "Thank you Daddy" I said "Good boy" he said With that he flipped me on my stomach and pulled down my briefs and dove down and started to eat my ass out. I moaned and pushed back on his mouth. The way he ate me out felt so good. "Hmmm I miss this pussy" he said while eating me out "OHHHH yes Daddy" I moaned "Yes Daddy what?" he said spanking my ass "Yes Daddy eat my ass out please" I begged He pulled back and stopped. I tried pushing back and he held me off. "Eat what?" he said I knew what he wanted me to say. "Eat my pussy Daddy please" I said softly "Louder" he said "Eat my pussy Daddy please" I said loudly "Yeah that's right boy its a pussy not an ass. The more you accept it the more I can assure you pleasure you will have" he said For some reason that stuck in my brain. I guess I enjoyed being a bottom and being fucked. That was the pleasure and so I guess I should just go with having men call my ass a pussy. Or more I should change my thought processes that I have a pussy. I just begged him to make me pregnant so I must have a pussy. "OHHH Daddy eat my pussy please eat my cunt please" I begged moaning pushing back "HMMMM yeah that's it. You are Daddy's little whore" he said going back to eating my ass and sticking in his fingers in me. I could help but just to moan and lose my self in the moment. I looked back under my legs and could see my cock hard point down and just leaking precum like a faucet. He then pulled my cock back and took it into his mouth pulling it back towards him behind me. It felt so good. I could feel my cock stretch backwards. I couldn't hold out and let out spurts of hot cum into his mouth while he had at least two fingers working my cunt over. He kept working over my prostate as I came and went faster massaging my hole. "OHHHHHHHHHHH" I moaned He kept sucking my cock and working my hole, I was in heaven. After a few minutes I started to calm down and he finally let my cock out of his mouth. I turned over and he kissed me deeply pushing my cum into my mouth. I kissed him openly taking it and moaning into his mouth. I rubbed his hard cock and pulled it down and went down on him. I could taste ass and cum on his cock. Clearly he had been fucking someone else but I didn't care. I worshipped, sucked, tongued and licked his cock as if it was the last one on earth. He moaned and kept my head down milking his cock. I went further and sucked and licked his balls making him moan. Then I dove in and ate his ass and tongued him. "Ohhh damn boy you miss Daddy don't you. I wish I could fuck your wet tight cunt now but we have to make sure" he said I kept working his ass then his balls and went back to his cock. I kept working it and licking and sucking it until I was rewarded with his hot cream spurt after spurt. I savored then swallowed his sweet load. After I was done we kissed and held each other. "I cannot wait for you to truly take me Daddy. I so want to give myself to you" is said looking in his eyes "Me too baby. Don't worry it will be soon." he said.

Well if you are reading this, you probably know by now that I’m poz. So sorry to spoil the ending, but I wanted to tell you how I got here. Well you can thank my friend David, because if it wasn’t for his 30th birthday party, I wouldn’t be here writing about the chase. Okay so for those that don’t know me, my name is Landon, I’m 32, gay as fuck, a verse bottom (okay I’m a bottom), and until three months ago I was neg. Now prior to me chasing, I was on Prep but I’ve only ever fucked raw. Yea I fucked raw before Prep, but I was picky about who I fucked. Like it was mostly guys that I knew and nerdy guys who weren’t getting dicked down on the regular. Anyways, about mid October my friend David decided he wanted to have the most epic 30th birthday party ever. He was always extra, like if he could easily pass as one of those drunk bachelorettes that you see in Nashville. Well he decided that he wanted all of us to travel to Nashville so he could get that “authentic southern hospitality.” I knew that he wanted to live his best life and cling on to the partying ways of his 20’s. So I decided to fly to Nashville from Charlotte, and mind you I used to live in Nashville when I went to college at Vandy. While yes my college friends were rich, I felt like a make a wish kid who managed to get into the school of my dreams. Also, Vandy is a bottom’s dream, because there is plenty of closeted southern frat boys. Yes they all worn khaki shorts and polo’s but them SEC boys knew how to fuck. While I wasn’t interested in the twinks, I was interested in the bigger muscular ones. Those guys knew how to jackhammer you. After I get settled into my hotel, I open up both Grindr and Sniffies to get the lay of the land. There was lots of choices to pick from, but I wasn’t in a hurry. Now, I had been traveling for work prior to this trip, and in the course of my travels I ran out of Prep. Granted, I ran out like two weeks ago, but I hadn’t realized it until I took my medication. I keep them in a travel case and I guess I hadn’t noticed the little blue pill was missing. I went into the bathroom got freshened up and I obviously douched because I had a feeling I was going to get lucky. I met David and the rest of our friend group at the bar that we all chose to go to. The place is next to rail yard so that screams fun and safe right? Well it was a lot of fun. There was a lot of drinking, laughing, some crying, and lots of attractive men. This place had gay dive bar written all over it. Plus the air was thick with cigarette smoke, sweat, and musk. Well after what seemed to be a 12 hour marathon, I finally decided to call it a night. I started walking down the street towards a Waffle House, but I also had to pee really badly. I walked over to a secluded area near the road and I was about to whip my dick out when I heard a man’s voice. “Do you have a lighter,” the man asked me. I told him I didn’t have one because I didn’t smoke. I thought he was going to leave, but he walked up towards me. Now I had several thoughts running through my head, and yes they all involved robbery and sex. Well thank god it wasn’t robbery, because when I finally got a good look at the man he was tall, tanned skin, piercing blue eyes, and had the scent of a lumberjack. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, and I said, “I don’t mind, I just need to pee really bad.” I was about to start peeing when he asked if he could have some. I immediately said yes, because I have a thing for piss pigs because I am one too. So he got down on his knees and put the head of my dick in his mouth. I finally couldn’t hold it anymore, and out came the biggest stream of piss that I have ever produced. There was no way this man was going to be able to swallow that much piss, but he managed it pretty well. After I finished, he licked my piss slit and sucked on the head to ensure that he got all of my piss. I thanked him, but then he asked me if I wanted to drink his piss. I got down on my knees and the smell that came out from his pubes was intoxicating. Now my dick was about 6 inches cut and thick, but his was about 8 inches uncut and was moderately thick. I could tell that he hadn’t washed himself in a while, because I could taste the built up piss and cum under his foreskin. Once I was positioned, he began to piss in my mouth and it was the most divine tasting piss I’ve ever tasted. It was sweet and tangy. Once he was done instead of me getting up, I began to blow him right then and there. Between the taste of his dick and the intoxication of his scent, I was in heaven. Well after 20 minutes of me sucking his cock he pulled me up and he began to makeout with me. As he was making out with me he began to pull my pants back down and then I could feel is finger circling my hole. His nails were long but it felt really good. Then he broke away from kissing me and then proceeded to turn me around and began eating my ass out and fingering me rough. I think he was down there for like 10-15 minutes and then he asked if I had a rubber. I told him now that I liked raw, and I had thought he was going to be disappointed. Boy was I wrong on that. He then said, “good because I hate them, and fucking raw is better.” Which I totally agree that raw fucking is the best kind of fucking there is. I also have a kink that guys fuck me with as little lube as possible. For some reason I think it feels better. As soon he said that, I felt his dick push into me with no warning. The only lube we had was both his and mine’s spit and the copious amount of precum. It didn’t take him long to start fucking me hard, long, and deep. The assault on my hole felt amazing. Every time he went deeper my ass muscles clinched harder. It was the most amazing feeling ever. Now was it burning yes, but it also felt really good too. He kept telling me he was going to knock up my cunt and that I would be pregnant with his baby. As he was saying these things, my dick was rock hard. Then he asked if he could cum in me and I screamed yes. He then asked me again but this time he asked if I wanted his toxic cum in me, I immediately screamed breed me with your toxic seed. He blew his load deep in my hole, and I blew my load all over the ground. He pushed his load in there pretty good, and he was still hard even after cumming. He would go on to nut in me at least two more times. When he was finally done I got down on my knees and cleaned his cock off and it had that taste of ass juice, cum, and blood. I asked him before we departed if he was poz, and he said he was. I also asked him if he was homeless and he said yes, but he doesn’t mind it. Plus pigs like me keep him company year round. I finally made it back to my hotel, and I held his cum in me as long as I could. I finally pushed it out into a cup and it was bright pink. I knew it would be a matter of time before I would be in the brotherhood, and what comes next solidified that. I was now on the chase to be converted, because I finally found freedom thanks to a homeless guy who wanted a light.

I woke up early feeling a stir. I opened my eyes and it was Rick standing over me. "Hi boy. Long time no see" he said looking down at me. He was dressed in his thin white shorts and tshirt. "Hi Daddy" I said smiling and sitting up in my bed quickly. He sat down on my bed leaning in and giving me a kiss. I opened my mouth and let his tongue ravish my mouth. He kissed deeply then pulled back. "How have you been? Tell me what you have been up to" he said I told him what I have been up to since we last talked. I recapped going over to Professor Post's place and that we had sex and about my health appointment and how I had missed him so much. "How was sex with your professor" he asked I told him in detail how he ate me out, and took me and he had a PA ring on his cock which bruised me up but also felt amazing and how I came hands free. I also told him I went to the clinic yesterday and tool my test and I was HIV negative in which he smiled back at me. "What's wrong. I can see something in your eyes" he said "I have been doing a lot of thinking while you have been gone. Looking back I have also been doing things that had we talked only a couple of months ago I would never think ever would happen or I would do. I never thought I would have sex with another man let alone be the bottom never mind someone who is HIV positive and have unsafe sex with him. . Although I did jack off with guys during high school and my swim coach. Maybe this was all in the cards. I even had an incident at work with this hot slutty chic who was hitting on me and I could've fucked easily rub my cock in a meeting with the Professor and I didn't get hard and I didn't want him to see so I wouldn't get in trouble and come to find out after talking to the nurse it was cause I didn't want him to think I was enjoying it cause really I had the hots for him. And eventually let him fuck me bare" I said. I kept rambling over my conflicts and realizations. Rick just let me talk and he listened. After I was done he looked at me. "And so how do you feel now" he asked "I think I want to continue this exploration this journey you started with me. I want to continue it with you." I said looking in his eyes and grabbing his hand. "And I want to take the next step with you" I said looking at him "I want you be more intimate with you, closer to you. I want to give myself to you" I said looking at him "What do you mean by that baby" he said caressing my hand "I want to come off PEP and give myself to you. For you to impregnate me with your seed, your DNA. To have you in me forever. For us to be together for ever" I said I leaned forward to kiss him, our lips brushed against each other for a soft sort kiss. "And what does that mean. I think I know but you have to say it" he said "I want you to give me your strain, your gift, your POZ cum. I want to get pregnant, I want to have your baby, your HIV strain me. Be the one to take me, own me, impregnate me with your POZ seed please. " I said with begging eyes "So you want me to covert you and make you HIV positive?" he asked "I guess yes but so much more. I want to be intimate and give myself to you, including your positive seed in me marking me and being in me for the rest of my life" I said "You guess? You need to be sure that is what you want. Being HIV positive" he said "Yes I know, I do and I want it to be with you. I guess I want more than that, I want to be with you" I said "I want that too baby. You will." he said and then leaned in as we kissed more. Then he pulled back. "Are you sure this is what you want? " he asked pulling away from me and having not physical contact. "This is a serious decision and it isn't to be taken lightly. I have seen many friends, lovers and former flings get real sick and die from this disease. It is real, this isn't something to do cause you are horny or think you are in love" he said I thought and paused. "Yes I do. I view this as part of my journey with you. I want you to convert me with your seed your DNA. I want to give myself to you" I said "Why do you want to do that" he replied I thought and paused. "It feels natural. You have shown me so much joy, and incredible pleasure I didn't know existed and I am sure there is more. I feel comfortable with you, I trust you, I have feelings for you. I do not know if you do for me but I have feelings for you." I said "You are so very special to me my baby. I never thought we would end up here like this when I first met you. I did have plans but never thought it would be like this, so special, not just another fling" he said and reached out to hold my hand. "If you do this, you have to do it my way. I will keep you safe always but I will expose you to things you may never expect to encounter but I want you to feel all the pleasure there is. I will take care of you. But you have to trust me" he said "Yes Daddy I really want that, thank you. I trust you" I said I reached over and kissed him and started to rub his huge hard cock thru his thin shorts. He kissed back then pulled away. "Please Daddy fuck me now please, its been too long" I moaned "Hold on. I would love nothing more than to fuck you right here and now but we have to get some things straight ok" he said I nodded.

Hey everyone, Huge thanks for all the amazing feedback on the previous chapters. Your reactions and theories are the fuel that keeps this story going, and I appreciate every single one. I'm really eager to hear what you think of this new chapter: What moments hit you the hardest? What do you think should be coming next? Did any particular line or scene make you feel something? It pushes me to make the next part even better. Don't hold back — let me know what you're thinking in the comments below. Now, on with the show... Part 17: The Cruising Grounds: Working Night Shifts The fluorescent lights of the office hum with the same monotonous drone as the highway on Friday, but today the sound isn't a promise of escape; it's the soundtrack to your purgatory. It’s Monday, your first day back at work since the bathhouse, and the coffee tastes like ash in your mouth. You sit at your desk, a successful 49-year-old man in a button-down shirt, but your body is a secret ledger, and you are obsessively tallying the debits and credits of the weekend. You know the science. You’ve read the forums until your eyes burned. The fuck flu, if it comes at all, won’t arrive for another one to three weeks. The bathhouse was a celebration, a beautiful, communal offering of your body to a room full of poz men, but it was a single event. A lottery ticket. And as the hours of Monday morning crawl by, you feel the chilling reality set in: the celebration is over. The cold, hard equation remains. Every load is a probability. Every toxic cock is a variable. The more loads you take, the higher the chances of conversion. You shift in your chair and feel a phantom ache, a ghost of the relentless breeding from Friday night. Your hole is still tender, a constant, physical reminder of the dozens of men who used you, of the two-headed god who guided you, of the final, terrifying toxic gift from the troll. But there are no signs of the divine sickness you crave. It's too early. You could sit back, relax, and wait for the probability to resolve itself. But you are not a patient man. You are eager to work for your conversion. The active hunt has to continue, and it has to continue tonight. You can't just wait for the probability to resolve itself; you have to actively increase it. You need more data points. You need a larger sample size. The hunt is no longer a weekend hobby; it's a full-time job. And tonight, you're clocking in. The clock on your computer screen clicks past 4:00 PM, and your body responds before your mind does. It's a conditioned response, a new kind of muscle memory. You save your work, shut down your computer, and grab your keys. The hunt is on. The longer spring days have changed the atmosphere at the rest stop, creating distinct, predictable shifts in the population, ecosystems you’ve come to know as well as your own neighborhood. The lot is already filled with cars and vans, some work trucks, their engines ticking as they cool in the afternoon air. These men are mostly craftsmen—carpenters, electricians, plumbers. Their hands are calloused, their jeans worn and stained with the honest dirt of their labor. A few office workers in suits and ties are mixed in, their crisp collars a stark contrast to the work boots and tool belts. You walk into the woods, and the encounters begin immediately. They are quick, silent, and transactional. Most are tops, who have convinced themselves that fucking a guy doesn't make you gay—only bottoming does. They fuck you standing against a tree or bent over a fallen log, their breath hot and desperate on the back of your neck. There's no intimacy, only a raw, primal release. They fuck bare because that's what they've always done; they haven't used a rubber since their teenage girlfriend. They don't think about risk, they just think about getting home to their wives and kids. They have never tested for HIV, most don’t even know about PrEP. They are walking reservoirs of accumulated, anonymous bugs, and you are their necessary release valve. You love it. You love the feeling of taking their unexamined risk into your body, turning their thoughtless pleasure into your deliberate prayer. As dusk settles, a new, more aesthetically pleasing crowd arrives. They are younger, gay men, their bodies sculpted and gleaming from a post-workout pump. The sex is more athletic, more playful. There's more kissing, more mutual exploration. But you know the truth. You hear the tell-tale signs of the well-informed gay man: the casual discussion of parties, the mention of PrEP. You know many of them are on it. You take their loads because they're hot, their bodies beautiful instruments of pleasure, but in your mind, they are low-risk. They are a beautiful, but ultimately futile, distraction from your real goal. Even with their hot cum leaking from your hole, you feel disappointed. It's a hollow victory, a beautiful but empty calorie in your statistical feast. You head back to your car, satisfied but not satiated, your mind already calculating the probability of the loads you've just taken. Even with their hot cum leaking from your hole, you feel a nagging sense of incompleteness. It's like you've eaten a delicious meal, but you're still hungry for the one thing that will truly nourish you. You've increased the numbers, but you haven't yet found the key to unlock the final door. The work is never done. At first, you come back twice a week. Then it's every other evening. Then, the compulsion becomes too strong. You start coming every single day after work, the drive to the rest stop an unbreakable part of your routine. You have become a regular to the rest stop. One evening, you're walking back across the darkening parking lot, the familiar ache of unsatisfied desire settled deep in your gut. The gym rats were hot, but their PrEP-protected loads felt like hollow victories, adding nothing to your statistical equation. The need to piss hits you, a pressing, physical demand. You head for the small, blockhouse public toilet. The moment you step inside, you're plunged into near darkness. The only light bulb at the ceiling is broken, and the fading twilight filtering through the grimy, high windows does little to cut through the gloom. You have to pause for a moment, letting your eyes adjust to the dim, murky interior. The air inside is thick with the acrid smell of stale piss and damp concrete, but it's surprisingly warm from the industrial heating, a stark contrast to the chilly evening outside. As your vision slowly clears, the signs of recent fun resolve from the shadows: milky cum stains splattered on the tiled walls and the edge of the metal urinal trough, used condoms—some empty, some swollen and filled, some neatly tied off—lying in the trough and scattered across the grimy floor like discarded party favors. And there he is. The Leather Biker. You haven't seen him in a while, not since the bathhouse. He's not pissing. He's just leaning against the wall, a dark, imposing figure, watching you enter. Dressed only in a leather vest and leather chaps, all his junk exposed. You see the huge PA in his cock, heavy ballstretchers straining his walnut-sized balls, and the biohazard tattoo that lords over it all. A mark that sends most men running, but which draws you in, a promise of the danger you crave. "Leaving already?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that echoes in the small space. "The buffet's still open. But I guess you need to drain your pipe first." Before you can answer, he moves towards you, grabs your arm, not roughly, but with an unshakeable authority that sends a jolt straight to your cock, and pulls you into the darkest corner of the room, away from the urinals. While looking you deep in the eyes, he slowly starts to undress you, his movements efficient and deliberate. He pulls off your jacket, then your t-shirt, tossing them into a dusty corner. He unfastens your jeans and yanks them down, pooling around your ankles before pulling them off completely. You're now naked, your skin prickling in the warm, humid air. He sits down on the grimy, tiled floor, his back against the wall, and pulls you down with him. The feeling of the cold, dirty tiles against your bare ass is a shock, a grounding, filthy reality. He positions you to sit between his spread legs, leaning back against his firm, leather-clad chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you in place. It's surprisingly comfortable, a secure, filthy embrace. You can feel the texture of his leather vest against your skin, the cool metal of his wrist cuffs against your arm. "Didn't you come in here to piss?" he murmurs into your ear, his voice a low, intimate vibration that makes you shiver. You nod. "Good," he says. "Let it flow. Don't hold back. Just let it all go." As he says this, you feel a sudden, powerful warmth spreading across your back. He's letting go with his own piss, a heavy, hot stream that splashes against your skin and puddling on the floor beneath you. The feeling is so intimate, so transgressive, that it instantly breaks down your last resistance. You relax your bladder and let your own stream flow, adding to the growing puddle, the warmth soaking into your skin, a shared filth that feels more like a baptism than a degradation. As you're pissing, you feel his hand move to your cock. He takes it in his firm grip and aims it upwards, so your own stream arcs up and splashes across your stomach and chest. You are pissing all over yourself, and the feeling of utter surrender is intoxicating. The sound of the door creaking open breaks the moment. A few other men from the "pretty" crowd come in to piss. They see you two on the ground—a naked man sitting between the leather-clad legs of another, soaked in piss—and they either stare in shock or grin and quickly move to the far end of the trough, giving you a wide berth. But one, a muscular guy with a hungry look, doesn't. Instead of using the urinal, he walks over, aims his own stream, and adds it to the puddle, splashing his warm piss all over your chest and legs. The Biker doesn't care. His focus is entirely on you. "This is just the appetizer," he whispers, his voice calm and steady as his other hand finds your hole. He pushes two fingers inside, and you're still slick and open from the last gym rat. He swirls them around, feeling the loads inside. "But the men you really want... the ones with the real poison... they don't come out until the sun is gone. They're creatures of the dark. They're drawn to the filth, to the depravity. They can smell it on you." He pulls his fingers from your hole, slick with the anonymous loads from the evening. He brings them up to your lips. "Taste it," he commands. "Taste what you've collected so far." You open your mouth, and he pushes his cum-slicked fingers inside, letting you taste the evidence of your hunt. As you're cleaning his fingers, the muscular guy who just pissed on you starts stroking his hard cock. With a grunt, he steps forward and sprays his load all over your face, thick, warm ropes of cum landing on your cheek and lips as you're servicing the Biker's fingers. While you're still cleaning his fingers, his other hand finds a used condom on the floor beside him and squeezes the thick, anonymous load over your own hard cock, using it as lube. He starts stroking you, slowly. "There," he murmurs. "Now you're thinking with the right head." His fist is a warm, slick vise around your cock, stroking you with a maddening, expert rhythm. He brings you to the very edge of orgasm, your body tensing, your breath hitching, the pressure building to an unbearable peak—and then he stops. He just holds you, his grip firm but still, letting the wave of climax recede until you're left panting and trembling with unfulfilled need. He does this again and again, each time pushing you higher, making you more and more horny, until your mind is a blank, buzzing slate desperate for release. All the while, he gives you a masterclass in the ecology of the rest stop. He points out the different types, the signs to look for, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble that makes you feel safe even as he describes the most depraved things, his control over your pleasure making his every word feel like divine truth. The door opens again, and this time two guys come in. They're older, maybe late forties, and they're clearly here to watch the show. They don't even pretend to use the urinals. They just lean against the opposite wall, rubbing their crotches. One of them unzips and pulls out his cock, stroking it slowly as he watches you. The Biker just smiles, a dark, predatory grin. "See?" he whispers in your ear. "They're getting interested. They can smell the desperation on you. They want to add to the mess." He reaches down and scoops up a handful of the piss-and-cum puddle you're sitting in, bringing it up to your chest and smearing it all over you like a foul, lukewarm lotion. "Mark yourself," he commands. "Show them what you are." The two guys are getting closer now, emboldened. The one who was stroking his cock walks over, his dick hard and leaking. He stands over you and starts jacking off in earnest. The Biker just holds you tighter, one hand still stroking your edging cock, the other hand now pinching your nipple, hard. "Open your mouth," the Biker commands. You do, and a second later, the stranger grunts and a thick, surprisingly large load of cum shoots directly into your mouth, followed by another that splatters across your forehead. Before you can even swallow, the Biker is kissing you, his tongue forcing the stranger's load back into your mouth, sharing it in a deep, filthy kiss. The second watcher, seeing this, can't hold back either. He steps up and adds his own, smaller load to the cum already drying on your chest. This new stimulation, the fresh cum and the Biker's possessive kiss, makes you writhe in his lap. He picks up the pace of his stroking, his fist flying on your cock, bringing you right back to that agonizing, beautiful edge. He keeps you there, hovering in that painful, blissful state for what feels like an eternity, his voice a constant, hypnotic murmur in your ear about the creatures of the dark and the poison they carry. Finally, as the last of the twilight fades from the high, grimy windows, he gives you one final, slow stroke and leaves you hanging right on the precipice. He gently pushes you forward. "Now," he says, his voice filled with a dark finality. "It's time." You look down at yourself. You're naked, soaked in piss, and splattered with cum. "I can't go back into the woods like this," you say. "Nobody will want to touch me." The Biker stands and pulls you up with him. He turns you to face him, his hands on your shoulders. "You think they care?" he asks, his voice intense and certain. "The men you're after? The creatures of the dark? They'll see you and they'll think you're one of them. They'll see the filth on you and they'll know you're serious and desperate. They'll see you as a brother. They'll want you more than ever." He leads you out of the blockhouse. He doesn't give you your clothes. He just walks you, naked, into the darkness, not back to the parking lot, but back into the woods. The cold night air is a shock against your piss-and-cum-slicked skin, but you don't shiver from the temperature. You feel insulated by the filth, armored by it. Back in the woods, the landscape has completely changed. The last of the gym rats have vanished. In their place, the "creatures" begin to emerge from the shadows. They are gaunt, haunted figures, moving with a slow, deliberate purpose. The Biker stops in a small clearing and pulls you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you, holding you in place. He's not just holding you; he's presenting you. You are shivering, not from the temperature, but from excitement. Your PA cock stands upright, hard as it hasn't been in a long time, a testament to your horniness and utter surrender. He doesn't say a word. He just murmurs in your ear, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Just watch and wait. They'll come." And they do. At first, they just watch from the shadows, drawn by the scent of sex and filth that clings to you. As they drift closer, you see them more clearly. These are not the sculpted bodies of the gym crowd. One is an older man with a large, soft beer belly that hangs over his unfastened jeans, his chest covered in a thick mat of gray hair. Another is younger, but his body is wasted, his skin loose and hanging on his frame, the track marks on his arms faintly visible in the moonlight. A third is just average, pale and soft, with a nervous energy that makes him twitch. They are real, imperfect men, their bodies bearing the marks of hard lives and harder choices. They approach with the caution of wild animals, testing the air. One reaches out, his fingers trembling slightly as he touches your arm, feeling the dried cum. He seems surprised when you don't flinch, when you stay right where you are, held securely in the Biker's embrace. Emboldened, another one touches your chest, flicking a hard nipple. A third grips your PA, pulling on it, feeling the weight of the metal, stroking your cock. They are feeling if you are real, testing if you will run away, but you don't. You stay where you are, a willing sacrifice in the arms of your dark priest. Sensing their readiness, the Biker shifts. He spins you around in his arms, so you're facing towards him, your ass now presented to the small crowd. He holds you firmly under your arm pits, his grip a silent offering. "Go on," the Biker's voice is a low growl, a permission granted into the darkness. "He's here for it. He wants you! He needs you!" That's all the encouragement they need. The one with the beer belly steps forward immediately, his hands kneading your ass cheeks. You simply stick out your ass for him, an unspoken invitation. He runs a finger down your crack and over your hole. "Fuck, look at that," he grunts. "Already slick and gaping. Smells like cum in there." He brings his fingers to his nose, then his eyes. "Still got the loads from those pretty boys in you, don't you? Well, my cum's gonna be different. My cum's gonna take." He spits on his cock and pushes into you with a groan. "Gonna give you my strain," he grunts, fucking you with deep, punishing strokes. "Gonna knock you up good." "Yeah, breed him," the wasted one chimes in, stroking his own cock as he watches. "Fill his guts with our bug." The verbal poison is intoxicating. "Yes," you moan, pushing back against the man inside you. "Poison me. Change me." The first man grunts and floods you, and before he's even pulled out, the nervous one is taking his place. You keep your ass pushed out, ready for the next one, the Biker's strong hands keeping you steady as the frantic, jabbing cock pounds into you. "Toxic load coming up," he snarls. "Gonna feel this tomorrow. Gonna feel it for weeks." He adds his own potent deposit to the mix. For over an hour, they pass you between them. One after another, three, then four of them, each one fucking and breeding you with a desperate intensity, their poz talk a constant, liturgical chant in your ears. They treat you like a communal vessel, a sacred repository for their shared sickness. When the last one finishes, they simply melt back into the darkness, leaving you panting, dripping, and overflowing with their collective gift. You stand up on shaky legs and lean into the arms of the Biker, a profound sense of accomplishment washing over you. You didn't just take a load; you were the centerpiece of a ritual. You were claimed. After a long moment, the Biker's voice breaks the silence. "Your husband waiting for you at home?" he asks, his tone casual but knowing. "No," you breathe, still catching your breath. "He's not back until the weekend." "Come with me," he says, leaving no room for argument. He leads you back to the blockhouse. The air inside is still thick with the smells of your baptism. You gather your clothes from the dusty corner, your keys still on the floor where you dropped them. You were expecting a motorcycle, expecting to follow him in your own car, but instead he leads you to a black BMW SUV parked in the shadows. He opens the front passenger door, spreads clean, white towels over the leather seat, and tells you to get in. You do, still naked, your skin sticky and cooling in the car's air conditioning. He drives into Frankfurt, heading for the Westend—an exclusive district known for its many costly Gründerzeit villas. The city lights blur past, a world away from the primal filth of the rest stop. This was not what you had expected. He stops in front of one of the grandest villas, dark and imposing behind a high wall. At the push of a button in his car, a metal gate noiselessly opens, and you drive inside, into a world of wealth and order that feels like a different planet. The inside of the villa is just as stunning as the outside, a perfect marriage of old-world charm and stark modern luxury. Your bare feet feel the smooth, cool grain of ancient, beautifully renovated wooden floors. The walls are a clean, minimalist white, serving as a canvas for huge, arresting paintings of abstract art. But it's the library that truly stuns you. Floor-to-ceiling shelves line every available wall, packed not with decor, but with hundreds of well-worn books—volumes on history, politics, art, and philosophy. You find yourself drifting towards them, your filth-covered body a stark contrast to this world of intellect and order. While you're lost in the titles, he moves with an easy grace through his home. He quickly lights a fire in a massive stone fireplace, its flames immediately chasing away the evening's chill, and drapes soft, wool blankets over a large leather sofa. He steps out of his boots, chaps, and vest. You are both naked, but here you don't feel naked. It feels natural, as if this is the only way you should be in his presence. He disappears into a kitchen, returning with a bottle of Bordeaux and two glasses. He steps up to you, holding them out, and you see him clearly for the first time. Before, it was always in the dark of the rest stop or the dim light of the blockhouse. In the bathhouse, you were blindfolded. Now, in the warm glow of the firelight, you see him. He is an impressive, handsome man, with distinguished features that carry an air of classic Hollywood elegance. He's probably ten years older than you, maybe sixty, but a man who clearly takes care of himself—a true silver fox, his dapper salt-and-pepper hair a hallmark of his refined look. His body is lean and athletic, with a flat stomach and a medium build he maintains in good shape. A thick dusting of silver hair covers his chest, narrowing into a perfect, dark treasure trail that leads downward. But the trail ends abruptly at his pubes, which are shaved clean, making the bold, black biohazard tattooed there stand out even more. It's the symbol that attracts you so much, a stark, deliberate declaration of the danger he represents. His cock is again fully hard, a beautiful, powerful thing with an upward curve, the heavy PA gleaming at its tip, framed by the stark ink of his tattoo. "I'm Markus," he says, his voice a smooth, warm baritone, handing you one of the glasses. You just nod, the name echoing in your mind. The name feels more significant than any handshake. He pulls you in, and you kiss. It's not the rough, possessive kiss from the toilet. This is slow, deep, and intimate. He guides you to the sofa, motioning for you to sit. You hesitate, acutely aware of the dried cum and piss still caking your skin, the filth of the rest stop ground into you. "Should I... should I take a shower first?" you ask, feeling small and out of place. He just smiles, a genuine, warm smile that reaches his eyes. "Don't worry," he says, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "I love you like you are. I wouldn't want you any different." With that, he pulls you down onto the sofa, positioning you between his legs, your back resting against his hairy, athletic chest—a perfect echo of your position in the toilet a few hours before. Only now, you're on a clean sofa, in a warm room, the fireplace casting a cosy, golden atmosphere. You both take a sip of wine, the rich, complex liquid a welcome warmth spreading through you. You kiss again, the taste of the Bordeaux mingling on your tongues. He starts to talk, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur against your ear. "You're trying too hard," he begins, echoing his words from the parking lot but with a new, gentle intimacy. "You're treating it like a math problem. A statistical equation to be solved. But that's not how this works. The magic, the conversion... it's not something you can hunt down and force. It's not a transaction." He takes a sip of his wine. "You've been collecting loads like they're trophies. But you're not a museum. You're a garden. And right now, you're trying so hard to force a flower to bloom that you're treading all over the seeds." He runs a hand down your chest, smearing a bit of dried cum. "You need to stop trying to get it," he whispers. "And you need to start letting it in. You need to be still. You need to be receptive. The body knows when the mind is at peace. You're so full of desperate, frantic energy, you're fighting it. You're a fortress, and you're the one holding the gates closed. You just have to... let go." He is quiet for a moment, and you can feel his heartbeat against your back. "I wasn't always like this," he says softly. "I wasn't always the Biker. I used to be... someone else. I was an investment banker. My husband, the man of my life, he was a lawyer. We were successful. We travelled, we partied, we fucked around a lot. It was the 80s. We thought we were invincible." He pauses, his gaze distant in the firelight. "He got pozzed early on, back when there were no good treatments. I watched him almost die, more times than I can count. But he always fought his way back. He was the strongest person I ever knew." "He was always so caring, even then," Markus continues, his voice thick with memory. "He insisted I always use rubbers to fuck him, to protect me, because he never became undetectable. When PrEP finally became available, it was a revelation. He agreed we could fuck bareback, as long as I stayed on my blue pills. We had both made so much money by then, we decided to retire early and just... live. Travel the world, enjoy the life we had built." "But the world had other plans. Soon after we retired, he was diagnosed with cancer. Lung cancer. It was too advanced, too late to cure." You feel a single, hot tear drop onto your shoulder. "When the end was coming, I... I couldn't bear the thought of his legacy, his strength, just disappearing. I made him promise. I begged him to let me stop my PrEP, to let him pass his virus on to me. So a part of him could continue in me, so I could carry him with me and spread his gift to the world. He agreed." He takes a long drink of his wine. "My doctor wasn't thrilled when I told him I didn't want to go on meds. He monitors my viral load and T-cells regularly, ready to start treatment the moment it's absolutely necessary. But until then... I enjoy the freedom. The freedom of bare, poz sex. And I honor him by gifting chasers with his legacy as often as I can." He kisses the top of your head. "You're not just hunting a virus," he whispers. "You're trying to find a story. A connection. You can't find it in a dark toilet. You have to be still enough to let it find you." He is quiet for another moment, letting his words sink in. "Now, tell me about your relationship," he says softly, his voice a low vibration against your back. "I want to understand the man who lets you come here to me." As you take a breath to speak, you feel his fingers begin to trace patterns on your chest, a slow, deliberate exploration. "It's... a weekend relationship," you begin, your voice a little unsteady as his thumb finds a nipple and begins to circle it. "We live mostly separate lives during the week. We have this unspoken agreement, a 'don't tell, don't ask' policy." He gently twists the nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to your cock, which begins to stir against your leg. "We've never, ever talked about safe sex or barebacking. It's just not a conversation we have." His other hand drifts lower, skimming over your stomach until it finds your balls. He carefully hefts them, stretching them, his touch both possessive and intimate. "There are others, though," you continue, your voice growing thicker with desire. "Friends who understand. There's Mark and Stefan, in Munich. They're the ones who organized the bathhouse gangbang for me." His fingers find your PA, tugging on it gently, making your cock fully hard. "We're all in a Telegram group chat, we talk every day. They're my real community in this..." His hand moves from your balls, sliding down the cleft of your ass. A finger finds your hole, still slick and swollen from the night's breeding. He circles the puckered rim, then slowly pushes inside. You gasp, arching your back slightly. "...But they're in Munich," you manage to finish. "They're too far away to be here for me when I need them." You feel his cock, hard and insistent, throbbing against your back through his own arousal. "So you're alone in this," he murmurs, his voice filled with a deep, resonant understanding as he works his finger deeper inside you. "You're surrounded by people, but you're completely alone. No wonder you're a fortress. You have to be." He pulls his finger out, and you feel a sudden emptiness, but it's only for a moment. He brings his hand up in front of your face, his fingers glistening with the cum of the creatures from the woods. "Taste it," he commands softly. "Taste what you've collected." You open your mouth, and he pushes his cum-slicked fingers inside, letting you clean them with your tongue. The taste is sharp, primal, a tangible reminder of your hunt. As you're lost in the sensation, he pulls his fingers from your mouth and turns your head to face him. He kisses you, a deep, possessive kiss, sharing the taste of the anonymous loads from your own ass. It's a filthy, intimate act of ownership, and it makes your head spin. He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours. "That ends tonight," he says, his voice firm but kind, his eyes burning into yours in the firelight. "You're not alone anymore." With those words, the gentle mentor vanishes and the dominant Biker returns. He stands, pulling you effortlessly to your feet. He doesn't lead you to a bedroom. He simply pushes you down onto the thick, wool rug in front of the crackling fireplace. As he moves into the firelight, you see it again: the bold, black biohazard symbol tattooed on his shaved pubes, a stark declaration of the danger he represents, a crown over his majestic cock. The heat from the flames washes over your front as he kneels in front of you, his presence a towering shadow that blocks out the rest of the room. He spreads your legs wide with his knees, his hands gripping your hips. You feel the blunt, wet head of his cock press against your hole. There's no teasing, no waiting. This isn't about seduction anymore. It's about claiming. He pushes into you in one long, relentless stroke, and you gasp. His cock feels different—hotter, thicker, more significant than any of the others. "Feel that?" he growls, his voice a low rumble as he bottoms out inside you, his heavy PA pressing deep against your insides. "Feel my PA scraping your insides? I'm scratching you up, making thousands of tiny little wounds for my venom to get into. I'm opening the door for my army to invade." He begins to fuck you, his strokes deep and powerful, his rhythm deliberate and punishing. But then, something shifts. His grip on your hips becomes bruising, his breath turns into a guttural snarl. He's no longer a man; he's a beast, reduced to a single, primal purpose. His massive, spear-like cock pistons into you, the heavy PA a blunt instrument hammering against your deepest walls with every brutal thrust. It's not pleasure; it's a furious, possessive onslaught. He slows for a moment, burying himself to the hilt. Instead of long strokes, he begins to short-stroke, grinding his hips in tight circles while staying deep inside you. You can feel the heavy PA move inside you, a dense metallic weight tapping against your inner walls, like the clapper of a deep, silent bell tolling only for you. "Look at you," he snarls, his voice a mix of lust and genuine admiration. "So desperate to be destroyed. Do you know what I see when I look at you? I see that perfect, smooth skin that I can't wait to mark. I see those lean muscles, that flat stomach, that tight ass—all of it so healthy, so strong. It makes me so fucking hard to know I'm going to ruin it. I'm going to poison that perfect, healthy body from the inside out." His hand slides up your chest and wraps tight around your throat, cutting off your air just enough to make your head swim with a dizzying mix of fear and lust. "Say it. Beg me to poison you." His verbal poison is the final trigger. You feel a profound shift inside you, a psychological lock clicking open. All the frantic energy, all the desperate searching—it all melts away. You go completely limp beneath him, surrendering not just your body, but your mind, your will, your entire quest to him. You are no longer a hunter; you are the territory being claimed. "My doc says my viral load is off the charts," he continues, his voice hot against your ear as he feels your surrender. "He calls it a 'viral tsunami'. You're not just taking a load, you're about to drown in it." He feels your surrender. With a final, roar that seems to shake the very foundations of the villa, he buries himself to the hilt and unloads. You feel it not just as warmth, but as a pressure, a force. "I'm gonna burn that negative test result out of your bloodstream," he grunts, his cock pulsing. "I'm gonna replace all your healthy white cells with my dirty, toxic soldiers. I'm gonna make you sick in the most beautiful way." And then, as suddenly as it began, the beast is gone. He collapses on your chest, his weight heavy but comforting, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He releases your throat, and you suck in a desperate lungful of air. He kisses your neck, a series of soft, tender kisses. "Shhh," he whispers, his voice once again the gentle, loving daddy. "I've got you. I've got you now." He stays buried inside you, his cock softening against your tender walls. When he finally pulls out, the sudden emptiness is a shock, but it's instantly replaced by the familiar, full pressure of a large metal plug he pushes into your hole, sealing his load inside. "Don't want to waste any of this," he murmurs, pulling you into his arms, your back against his chest as he drapes a blanket over you both. "Once this takes, you're ruined for the clean world," he whispers, his voice a low promise against your ear. "You'll never go back. You'll always be marked, always be mine. Every time you get sick, you'll be thinking of me. That flu you're waiting for? That's the receipt. The proof of purchase. I'm buying you, body and soul, and the fever is the brand." You lie there in the firelight, listening to his heartbeat slow, his arms a secure cage around you, utterly claimed and content. But the rest is a temporary peace. You feel his cock begin to harden again against your back, and the cycle begins anew. He rolls you over, pushes your legs to your chest, and the beast returns. This time, his fucking is less about pure brutality and more about overwhelming, relentless stamina. He pounds into you with a tireless, machine-like rhythm, his grunts a steady, primal beat in the firelit room. He's testing your endurance, breaking you down with sheer force and duration. When he finally floods you a second time, the load feels even hotter, more potent—a reward for having survived his relentless assault. He plugs you again, and you fall back into his embrace, your body aching with a profound satisfaction. But the beast is still not satisfied. You both drift in a haze of sex and exhaustion until you feel his cock begin to swell against you for a third time. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. "One more," he whispers. "To make sure it takes." This time, he kneels between your legs before he enters. You watch in a mix of terror and anticipation as he fiddles with his PA. With a deft, practiced movement, he unscrews the heavy, smooth balls from the barbell, setting them aside like discarded jewelry. From a small dish on the coffee table, he picks up two new, sinister-looking attachments—sharp, metal spikes—and screws them into place on the barbell still embedded in his cock. The sight makes your hole clench involuntarily. "Now I'm gonna rip you up inside," he snarls, lining the spiked head up with your hole. "Gonna make some fresh wounds for my bugs to take hold." With that, he slams back into you. The sensation is indescribable—a white-hot flash of agony and ecstasy as the spiked PA tears at your already tender flesh, ripping you open from the inside. "Feel those spikes?" he grunts, his voice a ragged, triumphant snarl. "I'm carving a highway straight into your bloodstream." He's not just fucking you anymore; he's flaying you from within, ensuring his toxic venom has direct access to your bloodstream. He uses long, strong strokes, each one a deliberate act of destruction designed to tear you up so his bugs can better take. "Every stroke is planting it deeper," he growls, his rhythm never faltering. "I'm grinding my strain into your very DNA to knock you up." When he finally cums, it's a roar of absolute conquest. "Take it! Take the final dose!" he bellows, his body convulsing as he unloads deep inside your ruined hole. He plugs you one last time, the cold steel a shocking comfort against the raw, burning heat of your brutally violated hole. He doesn't just hold you this time; he arranges you both on the rug, pulling more blankets over your entwined bodies. You're facing him now, your head on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you as the fire dies down to a soft glow. You are boneless, a puddle of blissful exhaustion, completely and irrevocably his. The rest stop has become your new church, and the dark hours after dawn your sacred time. The woods belong to the creatures now—the poz trolls, gaunt and hungry, their eyes gleaming with a desperate, predatory light. They know you by name, or by reputation. They know you're the easy fuck, the grateful hole that takes their diseased loads without question, the one who cherishes their poison like a sacrament. You've already taken three of their loads tonight, your hole slick and tingling, a toxic cocktail simmering in your guts. You feel depraved, powerful, and alive. It's a Friday. Your phone buzzes, a sudden, jarring light in the gloom. It's your husband. “Running late, stuck in traffic. Love you.” Your heart pounds. A thrill, sharp and cold, shoots through you. More time. An extra hour of this beautiful filth. But as you slip the phone back into your pocket, you see him. He's not stuck in traffic. He's already here, deep in the woods, bent over a fallen log. And he's not alone. A gaunt, skeletal man you and Markus had been watching, the one with the hacking cough and sunken eyes, who has bred you less than an hour ago, is behind him, rutting into him with a frantic, desperate energy. That's my husband, a voice in your head purrs with a surge of dark, proud joy. My beautiful, dirty pig, taking a raw, toxic load from one of the sickest-looking trolls here. You've seen him here before, him not knowing that you know. But seeing him again follows with a wave of dark, exhilarating arousal. He's truly one of them. He's just as much of a pig as you are. A sense of proud, sick excitement overcomes you. Markus sees your excitement and a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. "He's a hungry little pig, isn't he?" he grunts, his voice a low rumble of approval. "Come on. Let's give him what he wants. Together." He pulls his own thick cock out of you unexpectedly. You try to clench your hole shut, but it's too late; all the toxic cum you've collected splatters from your gaping ass onto the ground, a wasted offering. Without a word, he nods you forward. Your legs feel weak as you step through the undergrowth, your own raw cock leading the way. Careful to avoid your husband seeing and recognizing you. Markus steps in front of your husband, who is still bent over and catching his breath. Markus sits down on the very log your husband was just leaning on, his massive, hard cock sticking up like a meaty flagpole. He grabs your husband's hips and pulls him down, guiding him until his slick, already-used hole sinks onto Markus's pole. Your husband cries out, a moan of pure pleasure as the heavy PA breaches him. "That's it, you fucking pig," Markus snarls up at him. "Ride that dirty cock. You like that metal crown churning up all that poison already inside you?" "Fuck yes," your husband groans, his voice a depraved rasp you've never heard before. "Churn up all that filthy juice inside of me. Fill me with more toxic seed. Make me a factory for your strain." The exchange is so filthy, so honest, it makes your head spin. This is the man you kiss good morning. As your husband starts to ride Markus with abandon, bouncing on his cock, Markus winks at you. He points a finger directly at the place where their bodies are joined, at your husband's stretched-out hole, now gripping his cock. An invitation. A poz troll who's been watching from the shadows puts a firm hand on your lower back, pushing you forward. You stumble closer until your own hard cock is pressed against your husband's lower back. Without even turning around, your husband reaches back, grabs your shaft, and pulls it down towards his already-plowed hole. There is no resistance. He's so well-used, so opened up, that you slide in beside Markus's thick pole with a slick, easy heat. The sensation is overwhelming. Your cock is trapped against Markus's, the two of you fucking him simultaneously. You can feel his PA, a hard, unyielding ridge of metal, rubbing against the sensitive underside of your shaft with every thrust. Then you hear it: a sharp, metallic tink-tink-tink as your two PAs click together inside his ass, a percussive rhythm that cuts through the grunts and moans and pushes you right to the edge. Just as your husband shouts out, "Give me your dirty seed! Knock me up for good!" you can't hold back any longer. The friction, the depravity, the clicking metal—it's all too much. You erupt, your own load adding to the toxic cocktail already churning inside him. But this time, the power dynamic has shifted. You're not the one being claimed. You're the one claiming. With a silent, knowing nod to Markus, you pull out, your cock dripping with the combined fluids of the night. Last time it was you husband, who left first and welcomed you home unknowingly. This time, you leave first. You walk away, leaving Markus to finish the job, to pump another legendary load into your husband's hungry ass. Seeing the line of creatures waiting to deposit their own poison, you know he'll be busy for at least another hour. You go home and shower, the secret of the night burning inside you, a new, potent kind of fuel. An hour later, your husband arrives home, feigning exhaustion from "traffic." He collapses onto the couch next to you, his arm around you as he flicks on Netflix. "Long night," he sighs. You just nod, kissing his temple. You are living a double life, a secret performance of staggering depravity. Under the blanket, you slide a hand down the back of your own jeans, pretending to scratch an itch. Your fingers find your own tender, loaded hole, still puffy and wet from the night's hunt. You push two fingers inside, scooping out a bit of the remaining cum. You bring your fingers up, hidden by the blanket, and smell them—the familiar, intoxicating scent of anonymous sex and toxic seed. Then, you lick them clean, tasting the night's conquest while you sit next to your unsuspecting husband. He nuzzles closer, completely oblivious to the fact that he's currently full of other men's cum, and that the man he loves is tasting the evidence of his own secret life. This secret performance, this shared, unspoken depravity, is a power more intoxicating than any load you've ever taken. The weeks bleed into a new kind of normal. You take dozens of loads, but still, nothing. No flu. No fever. No swollen glands. No symptoms at all. You know the lore; you know that not everyone gets the seroconversion sickness. You could be one of the lucky ones who converts silently, without the feverish baptism you crave. But silence isn't enough. You have to know. You can't stand the equation being unsolved for a moment longer. You plan to go to the clinic for a definitive answer tomorrow. Your cock twitches at the thought of returning to that sterile office—not for the test, but for the possibility of seeing him again. The young doctor. You want to taste the rage and poison that hangs around him like a cologne, to see if another negative result might finally provoke him to breed the answer into you right there on the exam room floor.

I'm in Palm Springs this week, and have been fucking and getting fucked every night except Monday since I arrived last Saturday. It is a working sexcation for me, so I have had to limit my late night activities more than I would have liked. I had originally intended to stay until close at 541, for the 1st time this trip last night, and enjoy that last minute fuck energy to dump or take that last load, that comes to a fuck joint just before close. However around 1:30 am I found my energy levels flagging, and almost went back to the hotel. I had cum 3 times and had 8 confirmed loads up my ass when I decided to make the rounds one more time before heading back to my hotel. At 1:30 I got on my hands and knees on the round bed in the big playroom and twink offered me his soft cock to suck. He quickly hardened up and gave me a good long fucking and eventually bred me. It was now 1:50 about an hour and ten minutes before close, and I needed just one or load to make double digits, so I grabbed a cup coffee and resolved to stay. Earlier: My night has been really good up to that point, I got eaten out really well and got a good pounding, but no load from another bear almost as soon as I got there at 9:30. A few minutes later a long haired bear with a PA started fucking me in a sling, and did breed me. My next fuck was with the 1st bear, he took me to one of the closed cubicles and was fucking me when an ass came through the opening from the next cubicle, so we both fucked it and invited him over. We eventually wound up with 4 bears in the cubicle, 2 of us verse, my 1st fuck a total top and the 1st ass that came though the wall a total bottom. I wound up with 3 loads in my ass, and shot my load in the total bottom while the total top shot his 2nd load in 10 minutes in me. My next memorable fuck was with a verse guy I knew well from when I lived in Denver. We had fucked each other probably hundreds of times 20 plus years ago, but never bareback. We traded off fucking each other in the sling, both remembering exactly how we liked it, until I came in his cum sloppy hole for the 1st time, switched and had him breed me just a few seconds later. The next couple of hours are kind of a blur, I took 4 more loads and bred a guy in the fuck box again. There was a really hot black guy just my type that showed up and was offering his hole, but being tired and having already cum 3 times I wasn't able to fuck him, much to my disgust. Closing Time: I finished my coffee on the patio around 2, and went back in to find things had picked up significantly again. I got fucked briefly a couple of times in the sling, but didn't get my 10th load. I headed back over to the round bed, with cum running down my legs with every step. This time a short latino twink wearing a harness offered me his dick to suck. He proceeded to fuck me hard, in every position possible for the next 20 minutes. When the announcement was made that the club was closing in 20 minutes came, he was in me missionary and fucked me that way for another 10 minutes before breeding me. A black bear that had been watching us and letting me suck his dick, quickly filled my just vacated hole and dumped load number 11 for the night in me. By this time, the club was starting to clear out, so I grabbed some paper towels, put a couple of them in my crack before putting my shorts back on to staunch the flow of cum leaking out, and a couple more to put in the seat of the rental car. I'm happy to report I did not leave a cum stain in the driver's seat, and if I make it through tonight might not have to clean the driver seat before I return the car, which will be a 1st for me on a trip that includes Palm Springs. I did put a towel in the bed before I went to sleep, and it was covered with crusty cum by the time I woke up this morning. This was my best night of the trip so far, so I matter what happens tonight the trip will be a success.

Soon! But not too soon because honestly I'm having a bit of writer's block. This ain't my strong suit! But thanks for bearing with me.

Dr. Elias Thorne sat behind his polished oak desk in the dimly lit office, the faint hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the tension. At 42, he was a seasoned physician with a lean, athletic build honed from years of gym sessions and discreet hookups. His salt-and-pepper hair framed a sharp jawline, and his green eyes held a predatory gleam hidden behind professional glasses. He was HIV positive, a status he'd embraced years ago after his own diagnosis turned what could have been fear into a twisted liberation. Today, his patient was Alex Rivera, a 20-year-old college sophomore with tousled brown hair, wide blue eyes, and a slender frame that screamed vulnerability. Alex fidgeted in the chair opposite, his hands twisting the hem of his hoodie, fresh from the blood test results that had shattered his world. "Alex, take a deep breath," Dr. Thorne said, his voice smooth and reassuring as he leaned forward, elbows on the desk. "The test came back positive for HIV. I know this feels overwhelming right now, but let's talk about what this means." Alex's face paled, his eyes welling up. He'd come in after a wild weekend at a frat party, hooking up with a guy he'd met in the bathroom line. Now, the reality hit like a freight train. "What... what about AIDS? Am I going to die? I can't tell my roommates, my family... this ruins everything." His voice cracked, shoulders hunching as if to shield himself from the diagnosis. Dr. Thorne stood, rounding the desk with deliberate slowness. He placed a hand on Alex's shoulder, feeling the young man's tremble. "Hey, listen to me. HIV isn't the end. It's a new beginning, especially for someone like you—a young, attractive gay man exploring his sexuality. I've been poz for over a decade, and let me tell you, it's freed me in ways you can't imagine yet." Alex looked up, confusion mixing with his fear. "Freed? How? I feel trapped, like I have to hide forever, be careful with every guy..." The doctor smiled, a warm, inviting curve of his lips that belied the hunger building in his gut. He locked the office door with a soft click and drew the blinds, the room growing cozier, more intimate. "That's the fear talking. But what if I told you that once you're fully poz, like me, you don't have to worry anymore? No more condoms, no more testing, just pure, raw connection with any man who catches your eye." Alex blinked, his cheeks flushing. "But... transmission? I don't want to hurt anyone." Dr. Thorne chuckled low, his hand sliding down Alex's arm. "You're already infected, kid. The virus is in you now. Why fight it? Let it become part of who you are. I can help you embrace it—right here, right now. It'll wash away that worry like nothing else." Alex's breath hitched, a mix of shock and intrigue flickering in his eyes. The doctor's touch was electric, sending a forbidden spark through his body. He'd always been drawn to older men, the authority they exuded, and Dr. Thorne's confidence was intoxicating. "What do you mean... help?" he whispered, even as his body betrayed him, a subtle shift in his seat as arousal stirred despite the terror. Dr. Thorne knelt slightly, his face level with Alex's, voice dropping to a husky murmur. "I'll give you the full load, straight from me to you. My cum inside your ass will seal it, make you one of us. You'll feel the weight lift, I promise. Trust me—I've done this before. It's the best therapy." The room felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken desire. Alex's heart pounded, but the doctor's words wormed into his mind, painting a picture of freedom he'd never considered. No more paranoia after every hookup, no more barriers. Just endless nights of uninhibited pleasure. He nodded hesitantly, standing as Dr. Thorne guided him to the examination table, its paper covering crinkling under his weight. "Strip down," the doctor instructed, his tone firm yet gentle. Alex peeled off his hoodie and jeans, revealing smooth, toned skin from soccer practice, his boxers tenting slightly from the illicit thrill. Dr. Thorne's eyes raked over him appreciatively, shedding his white coat and unbuttoning his shirt to expose a chiseled chest dusted with hair. "Lie back, legs up," Dr. Thorne commanded, helping Alex into position, knees bent and spread. The young man's cock twitched free as his boxers came off, half-hard and leaking pre-cum from the adrenaline. Dr. Thorne dropped his pants, his thick, veined cock springing out—seven inches of rigid heat, uncut and already slick at the tip. He was poz, his viral load undetectable but potent enough in fantasy to transmit the gift he craved to share. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer—clinical, but perfect for the act—and coated his fingers, pressing one against Alex's tight hole. Alex gasped as the digit breached him, circling the rim before sliding in knuckle-deep. "Relax, boy," Dr. Thorne murmured, pumping slowly, adding a second finger to stretch the virgin-tight entrance. Alex had bottomed before, but never like this—raw, in a doctor's office, with the explicit intent of infection. The intrusion burned then bloomed into pleasure, his cock hardening fully as Dr. Thorne's fingers curled, grazing his prostate. "Feels good, doesn't it? This is just the start. Imagine my cock filling you, pumping my seed deep where it belongs." Alex moaned, hips bucking involuntarily. "Y-yes, Doctor... it does." The fear ebbed, replaced by a hazy lust. Dr. Thorne withdrew his fingers, slicking his cock generously before positioning the blunt head at Alex's entrance. He pushed forward steadily, the ring of muscle yielding with a pop as the first few inches sank in. Alex cried out, gripping the table's edges, the stretch intense but welcome. "Breathe through it," Dr. Thorne coached, inching deeper until his balls rested against Alex's ass. Fully sheathed, he paused, letting the patient adjust, their eyes locking in a moment of raw connection. Then he began to thrust—slow at first, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in, building a rhythm that made the table creak. Alex's ass clenched around the invading shaft, the friction sending jolts of ecstasy through both men. Dr. Thorne gripped Alex's thighs, spreading them wider, pounding harder as sweat beaded on his brow. "That's it, take my cock like the poz slut you're becoming," he growled, voice laced with encouragement. Alex whimpered, his own hand wrapping around his dick, stroking in time with the doctor's relentless fucks. The office filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, Alex's hole loosening to accommodate the girth, milking the length with every withdrawal. Dr. Thorne leaned down, capturing Alex's lips in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling as he drove deeper, angling to hit that sweet spot repeatedly. Alex broke the kiss with a shout, pre-cum dribbling over his fist. "Fuck, Doctor... it's so deep... don't stop." The doctor grinned, sweat dripping onto Alex's chest. "I won't. Feel that? My cock owning your ass, ready to flood you with my load. You're going to love being poz—free to bend over for anyone, anytime." His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with bruising force, balls tightening as climax approached. Alex's body arched, his orgasm crashing first—ropes of cum splattering his abs as his ass spasmed around Dr. Thorne's pistoning cock. The contraction pushed the doctor over the edge. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he unleashed thick spurts of semen deep into Alex's guts. Jet after jet coated the inner walls, the warmth spreading like a promise. Dr. Thorne held still, grinding to ensure every drop stayed inside, his breath ragged against Alex's ear. As he softened slightly but remained plugged in, Dr. Thorne pulled back to meet Alex's dazed gaze. "There... now you're free, Alex. My cum's in you, making you poz just like me. No more worrying about AIDS or transmission—you're happy now, liberated to chase every cock that tempts you without a second thought." His words washed over Alex like a balm, the post-orgasmic haze amplifying the twisted joy. The fear that had gripped him earlier dissolved, replaced by a euphoric high. He was part of something now, unbound. Dr. Thorne eased out with a wet pop, a trickle of cum leaking from Alex's puffy hole. Alex sat up, legs shaky, and pulled the doctor into a tight hug, their naked bodies pressing together. "Thank you, Doctor... I feel it. Free. I can't wait to get out there and let guys fuck me raw." He dressed quickly, a newfound swagger in his step, waving goodbye with a grin as he left the office. The door clicked shut, and Alex stepped into the hallway, the world suddenly full of possibilities—bars, apps, anonymous encounters where he could offer his ass freely, celebrating his status with every load he took. Alex smiled and walked away knowing life had changed. He was charged and ready for what may come.

Chapter 8 ———Sam ——— I not sure why I woke up but it was still dark out. I looked over at the clock on Josh’s nightstand and saw it was 3:17 am. Wow, why the fuck am I awake now? I looked down from the clock and Josh was fast asleep on his back. No clue how he does that, I can only sleep on my side. I flipped sides to get a better look at the sleeping sex god. It was dim but I could see by the ambient light in the room. His naked body was on display and he looked so delicious. Those muscles rippling all over his body. That fat soft uncut cock laid against his v-line and his heavy balls rested between his legs. There was no doubt about it, he is the sexiest man I have ever seen!! My cock began to swell as I admired my very naked and very hot bigger brother. I scooted a little closer to him and rested my hand on one of his strong pecks. His skin was warm and soft beneath my hand. His chest rose very slightly in his sleep. I slowly moved my hand to his nipple and began to play with it as I dipped my head down till my nose was in his pit inhaling his scent. He smelled terrific and his scent made me go fully hard. He had his own unique manly smell, not musty or anything, just the smell of a man that worked hard. He rarely wore strong deodorants or cologne. I had never smelled any man that smelled as good as Josh. I moved my face to Josh’s chest lightly licking the nipple I had been playing with. The minute my tongue touched his nipple I remember what his cock and cum tasted like from our fun earlier and got hard as a diamond. I kissed my way down from his nipple to his abs, then down further till I was staring at his own very hard cock. When I played with Josh in his sleep the other night I was scared to death he would wake up to me sucking on his big fat dick. This time I was hoping he would wake up and take charge. I wanted him to face fuck me then bend me over and plow me deep and hard till I felt him explode in my ass!! I took his fat cock head into my mouth and started to suck it the best I could. I used my hands to play with his balls as I worked him deeper and deeper into my throat. I prided myself on being able to deep throat big cock and I had my nose in his pubes in no time. He was rock hard and his balls pulled up closer to him. However, he was still asleep. His breathing had sped up some but I could tell he was still out of it. I continued to bob on his cock working it with my tongue as I deep throated him. When I pulled back to suck on his head I tasted his precum. It was delicious and was flowing heavily. I looked up and Josh was still completely out of it. My hole was twitching at the thought of feeling his monster cock stretch me open. I slowly moved and positioned myself to where I was hovering above his crotch, my knees spread so one is on each side by his hips, and my arms on each side by his chest. I spit on my hand and reached behind me to lube my hole and then spit in my hand again and wrapped it around Josh’s cock to get it even wetter. I aimed his cock head, which was still precumming heavily, at my hole. I sat back on my knees and let it hit my tight spit covered hole. I slowly added pressure as I sat down until I felt his massive cock head pop into my hole. I held my position for a minute or two to letting my hole get use the pressure and stretch. I looked up to make sure Josh was still asleep and was happy to see he was still out like a light. Well all of him except his cock! I inched my way down his cock slowly. Feeling him stretch my tight hole more with every inch. It only took a few minutes to get him balls deep in my hole. He was the perfect thickness and length. I loved how my bug brother’s cock felt in me! I began to ride him as I rubbed up and down his chest and abs. I picked up my speed as I rode his massive raw dick as deep as I could. My hole was in heaven being stretched out by my brother’s prefect schlong. I put my head back and really took myself for a ride forgetting that Josh was still sleeping. I was in my own little personal utopian world!! —— Josh —— This is the best dream I have ever had. I was rock hard and it felt like my cock was in the tightest, warmest, most velvety hole it had ever been in. It was the sexiest dream I had since the wet dreams of my youth. In fact, I felt harder in that dream than I think I ever been even when conscious. Wait, was I conscious? Was someone really on my cock? Yea, I think someone is. Did someone decide to take my dick for a ride while I was sleeping?!?! That is hot as fuck, but who could it be? Who has access to my house, I knew I locked the front door before bed. Wait, Sam lives here now. Didn’t he also sleep in bed with me last night, where did he go? Confused, I opened my eyes and saw Sammy straddling me. His head was thrown back and his eyes closed and he had a huge smile on my face. I looked down his body, his firm chest and tight abs glistening with sweat as he rode my cock. That giant cock of his bouncing around as he went up and down on my dick. On my BARE poz dick!!! There was no condom or barrier between my cock that was leaking precum and his hole. What the fuck was he doing?? I mean it was hot as fuck and I am so close to nutting, but this is so wrong, right?!?! I was minutes away from filling my brother with toxic cum balls deep. He already had a ton of my charged precum coating the insides of his negative hole. This could be very dangerous and I have no clue how he would react if I filled him with poz seed. I know he is freaky and all, but that freaky??? I was just about to say something when Sammy opened his eyes and looked down and saw I was awake. He was momentarily shocked but recovered quickly. So quickly in fact that he was kissing me before I could ask him to stop so we could talk before I blew my demon seed deep in him. His tongue was in my mouth and we were making out like we never be able to again. His sweaty body laying on top of me pressed against me as he continued to ride my raw poz cock. His hole squeezing me tight and working my cock as we made out. It took less than 2 minutes for me to start shooting rope after rope of my dirty cum into his hole. “Fuck I am cumming!!’’ I moaned as my negative brother’s hole soaked up my toxic babies. “Fill me up daddy!!” Sam groaned. My charged load was in his second hole filling him up. Mixing our DNA in his negative hole. He was overflowing with my cum!!! He shuttered and cum exploded from his cock covering my abs and chest with his load. A load that probably would be his last negative load. We laid their, him laying on me, both of us short of breath and bathing in the afterglow. It took serval minutes to recover from the intensity of our fuck. “Well that was super hot and a great surprise but there may be a few things we have to talk about.” I said once we had detangled and were laying next to each other in the bed. —————————————- I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. There will be at least one more chapter. Thank you for all the great feedback and encouragement!! Uncut

He called me back in. "Good news, you are negative" he said I was relieved and my eyes watered up a bit. "Thank you" I said "You should have about a week left of PEP, correct?" he asked "Yes I think so. I have 6-7 pills left" I said "Okay keep taking it regularly if you want to stay negative. I will give you another packet of 14 pills that way you don't have to go to the pharmacy." he said "I just need to ask you a few more questions since you took the test. Some I have asked in our session but now I have to ask again for a survey." he said      How many partners in the last 2 weeks? Six      Gender of your sexual partners? Men      Did you practice safe sex with all your partners? No      How many did you practice safe sex with? 2 maybe Did you provide the condom or did they? They did Did you knowingly and consensually have non safe sex? Yes What kind of sex did you have (oral, anal, other)? Oral and anal Did you know the HIV status of each partner? I think so. Elaborate? I knew 4 were HIV positive and 2 were not. Do you know if the HIV positive men who you shared bodily fluid with are on any medication? I know one is not and the other 3 I am not sure. Was there an exchange of bodily fluid and if so how? Yes they came in my ass and my mouth Did you take PEP everyday and at the same time? Yes everyday and generally the same time. "Thank you for answering the survey. Oh sorry I forgot a few demographic questions." he said     Do you identify as straight, gay, bi or transgender? I paused and looked down. "Bi I guess" I said "Ok a few more questions" he said     How many female partners have you had sexual relations with in the last 4 weeks? None     How many male partners have you had sexual relations with in the last 4 weeks? Six     Have you masturbated in the past 4 weeks and if so to what gender and type of material (porn, pics etc.)? I paused. Gay porn, and BBRT profiles. He paused and looked at me. "Are you attracted to women" he asked "I don't know" I replied "Do you look at them, check them out, fantasize?" he asked "What do you mean" I replied "Like if you saw a hot female student and she was wearing tight spandex or a short skirt, would you stare before you met Rick" he asked "Yes" I replied "Before you had a gf would you flirt and try and pick them up? You have casual sex with them" he asked "Yes and I was good at it" I said smiling "And now after you have had sex with these 6 male partners, do you look at women the same way?" he asked I paused "No I guess not" I replied " I am sure you have seen women on campus in tight or short outfits. Any flirt with you?" he asked I thought "Yes one of my coworkers she wore tight and short outfits. I could even see her panties and sometime she showed camel toe. She even used her foot to rub my cock" I replied "And how did you react" he asked "I didn't" I said "What do you mean you didn't? Did you get hard, flirt back, hook up, anything? He asked "No I didn't get hard, I got embarrassed and...." I said and paused "And what?" he asked "I tried to hide it cause the Professor was there and I didn't want him to see or ...." I said "You think he would have busted you both?" the nurse asked "Yeah and..." I said "It is okay I just am asking question to help you with your answers" he said "And I think I want to help you be self aware" he said as he put his hand on my knee "And I was worried he would see and I think I was more interested in him not thinking I was liking it cause I wasn't" I replied "So you were more worried about the Professor liking you?" he asked "Yes I guess so" I said "Is that the same Professor you had sex with?" he asked "Yes" I replied "Is he HIV positive?" he asked "Yes he is" I said The nurse looked down at my crotch. My cock was hard. I paused "I think I am exploring sex with men and male intimacy but probably going to stay with it and maybe I should just answer gay instead of bi." I said "What made you change your mind?" he asked "Just talking to you and realizing how far I have come. I want to see where this goes. I can always change and go back to women or both. I think for now I like men" I said "Good for you" he replied. "Back to the issue of PEP and HIV and don't forget other STDs there are many health risks. I see the conflict in you and it is up to you to decide what is best for you. Just make sure to do it with eyes wide open. I like you am a gay man. There are fantasy and feelings and sexual and erotic explorations but, in the end, it is your health and it is real with real life consequences. It isn't a sex novel, it is real and real life. Ok?" he said. I nodded. He gave me the second PEP packet and I left. I felt more comfortable about being me.

This isn't the craziest or most exciting thing but its all true at least. So this older guy I meet up with from time to time came over to my cabin one morning and he brought a friend of his. I didn't know the guy but I trust my regular and group stuff is a fantasy of mine so it was cool. I was waiting for them on my knees in the living room with a beanie hat pulled over my eyes. They walked in, stood me up and complained that I was dressed. They helped me remove my shirt and sweat pants and proceeded to caress my ass, squeezing and slapping it and putting their fingers in my mouth. I went to my knees eyes covered opened my mouth and felt around with my tongue for their cocks. I could feel that they were surrounding me and I took turns sucking them hard. A minute or two later they helped me up and walked me over to the kitchen table. They had a board with straps at each end that was fastened to my ankles which kept my legs spread apart and then bent me over the table. They also put straps on both my wrists and used a rope attached to the wrist straps and wrapping across the table and under to attach to the ankle straps. So I was tied down bent over the table and couldn't get up. For the next couple hours they took turns alternating between my mouth and ass. Whenever they'd get close to cumming they'd stop and shove a vibrating dildo in my ass until they wanted to continue pounding my ass and throat. It went on and on and I could feely legs shaking and buckling from exhaustion and the restraints were at times the only thing holding me up. At some point they did untie me and take off the hat that was blinding me. They grabbed a short wooden foot stool and placed an 8in black dildo on it. They told me to squat over it and I could feel the tip of the dildo against my already sore throbbing hole. They told me I didn't have to worry about the dildo stretching my hole as long as I could hold that squat. But my legs were already worn out from being tied up so long and as I slowly weakened and felt the dildo fill my ass I'll admit I was surprised how easily it was sliding in. I mean it was def uncomfortable and my hole was clenching around that dildo but taking their cocks for hours def made it less of a challenge. So before I knew it my ass was sitting on that stool with all 8 inches buried in my ass. They stood me up, pulled the dildo out with a sloock sound and told me to clean it while pushing it into my mouth. I showed them I'd been practicing by deepthroating it a few times. They enjoyed the show but quickly pushed me onto the couch and went back to pounding my hole. My regular did his usual which is get close to cumming and then pull out to finish down my throat but his guest decided to be my asses first and finished the event with hard deep thrusts squeezing my ass and shooting into me with grunts. I took it without question. After all my regular brought a guest so I had to make sure to be a good host. Well that's it for that but it was awesome and I'm hoping to someday serve a bigger group of guys

Chapter 2 - Internet Fun and Games are all very well until... He had been scared to even look at 'bad' websites before. Couldn't they track where you went on the internet? Whoever 'they' were - his College, the Government, his parents? However, at College his friends would look at banned violent movies, sometimes even talked about looking at porn. He wondered if he could watch with them - maybe jack off with them - but of course he never asked. Besides if the hammer hadn't come down on them then it seemed clear it wouldn't come down on him and if he was going to look at porn then it would be of a distinctly different flavor. Going in he didn't realise exactly what that flavor would be but he soon found out. He had a very particular taste in such things. Two muscular jocks going at each other got dull fast. Ten muscular jocks going at each other, well so what? An older Daddy with a younger man was more like it. Except that condom had to go - this was his fantasy and who ever fantasized about being fucked with a condom? Then just as you were loving a video the guy pulled out and shot all over the other guy's back or his feet or his sofa or wherever. Apparently everywhere except where that cum was supposed to go. Perhaps there was a little bit of his strict father in him after all. He knew what he wanted from his porn and he'd accept nothing less. It had to be bare and it had to finish with a heavy load shot in a well-fucked asshole, preferably several loads. That was non-negotiable from the start but soon he knew that to excite him the men planting their loads had to be older men, tough or even rough looking men. Men you didn't mess with, men with a little intimidation about them, men that didn't look like they would take no for an answer. As for the guy being fucked well it only made sense that they would look younger, less powerful, more like they were just a hole for the other men's pleasure. The video titles called them twinks and he thought they were his favorite until the most important day in his life. *** They weren't speaking English. He thought it was Russian but who knew? A young man, almost a boy, came towards the camera, blew a kiss and gave a girly little wave. The boy was beautiful - that was the only word for it. Not handsome like a man but beautiful like a girl. The boy had brown hair, expressive bright blue-green eyes, a cute face and flawless pale skin. His body was slim except for a delicious bubble butt. So what? Weren't there plenty of cute boys out there online? Well yes - but not like this one. The hair, the eyes, the smile, that cute pale body - they all reminded the viewer of himself. It was crazy - had he got some family connection to over there? The face was a little different of course but still similar enough that sitting in his bedroom in his parents' house the viewer could imagine it was him there. Posing for the camera, greeting the two big rough bearded men, dropping to his knees and sucking them. Being slapped, being spat on, being sworn at. It was Russian but he still knew they had to be very nasty words - just by the way the men spat them out. When that pretty little mouth had done its job and the men's cocks were hard as a rock they just used the boy. They didn't make love to him or even just fuck him - they USED him. Made the beautiful boy merely a couple of holes for their big hard cocks. Left him exhausted and lying there with cum dribbling down his leg from his well-filled ass. It was shocking, the viewer felt a little guilty even to be seeing it. However, he wasn't only viewing it. He was frantically jacking his dick until his own load shot onto his chest. Perhaps the biggest load he had ever shot from his thin, distinctly undersized, penis. Until the shock of cumming left him wondering what noises he had made and dreading someone having heard him. Still the viewer, for all his fear, didn't take his eyes off that screen. Didn't miss the moment when the camera zoomed in on the Russian boy's face, a face covered in sweat and saliva. A boy exhausted and ruined for the two brutes' pleasure. One of the men walked towards the camera showing clearly his tattooed torso. He and the other man had lots of tattoos. Tribal designs and scripts of course but also a strange sort of round design and weird plus signs and each even had a matching scorpion with a vicious looking sting. "Tupaya Suka - naslazhdaysya nashim podarkom!" The man snarled out the words with contempt and his friend laughed. Then the second man moved back to the boy and behind him. He brought his hand down on the perfect curve of the boy's butt with a hard slap and the boy squealed in protest. Only for a moment before the boy shifted onto his hands and knees on the bed and dropped his head back down to the stained mattress. The first man picked up the camera and moved round to show the boy's butt as he presented it. The hole was still open a little, still had man-seed dribbling from it. The second man moved forward and his long, thick, cock easily reclaimed its rightful place, all the way inside. There were twenty more minutes of the video and three more loads, two on screen and another on the viewer's chest. It was perfect. The perfect porn. Everything about it was just what he wanted. As the subsequent weeks were to show this was the sort of porn that fuelled desires and dictated dreams. *** Walking out of the College Campus one day a young man his own age walked up and gave him a leaflet. Then he noticed a few yards along the same young man getting into an argument. He glanced at the leaflet - 'Support Center for LGBTQ+ Youth.' No wonder that'd caused trouble! The college wasn't friendly to such 'outreach'. Surreptitiously he glanced at the paper. Information on safe sex ('CONDOMS') and a much smaller section about other protection against STDs, especially PrEP. He knew all about that - even his school had rushed through the basics of sex-ed. While pretty much every other student was laughing their asses off about 'faggots' he'd made sure to listen. Not that it mattered. It wasn't like he was doing anything. Virginity was a sure safeguard in such matters, The thought almost made him laugh - his parents would at least have approved of that! Sexuality and desire had always been a complicated and rather confusing thing for young Jordan Myers. Given his background and the fact he still lived with his parents how could it have been any different? However recent events, with crystal clarity, had proved to him without any doubt just who he was and what he needed to be. Over the next few weeks he watched THAT video over and over again - when he wasn't watching it in reality he was performing it in his dreams. He was that boy in a dirty, threadbare, apartment on a filthy mattress being fucked into insensibility, being fucked just like he deserved. He became desperate for any moments when his parents were not there and when he was safe for a while from discovery. Then he could look at the video and also at himself in the mirror. He knew he was attractive but the boy was beautiful and he understood where the difference lay. He summoned the courage to buy make-up on his trips into college. Hid it away in a secret stash and got it out in such precious moments to experiment. A little eye make-up made a huge difference. Just a little lipstick allowed the almost feminine nature of his attractiveness to show through, to blaze off the mirror and back into his eyes. Slowly, oh so slowly, he trimmed and thinned his eyebrows while letting his hair grow just a little longer. Not as long as he wanted but as long as he could get away with without exciting suspicion. Even if only he knew that he was growing it and why - that was just so exciting! It took him awhile but he came to want to know more. The video had a few details he could follow up. First there were those words snarled at the boy as he lay there covered in spit and sweat and leaking two men's seed. It took a few efforts but finally he managed to transcribe it reasonably accurately and run it through a translator. 'Dumb bitch - enjoy our gift!' That was so fucking hot! To be that beautiful and desirable and yet just to be these two men's 'dumb bitch'. Perhaps the second part was lost in translation a little. What was the gift the man was laughing about? Their cocks? Well whatever it was - he knew that he wished he had been the one receiving it. That Russian boy felt like a kindred spirit somehow to young Jordan, a fellow-seeker after the true meaning of sex and desire. The boy had been so lucky to find men ready to give him their gift. Ready to film it too and to put it out onto the internet. So the world knew - so nobody could deny who and what he really was. How fortunate that boy was and how Jordan wished he could be that lucky, experiencing all that the Russian boy had experienced and would experience. What else could he find out? Jordan was hungry, no ravenous, to know more. What about those tattoos? The scorpions and the plus signs and that weird round symbol. He couldn't easily search a symbol or a mathematical sign. But the scorpion maybe meant something? He searched and found an astrological sign - which sort of made sense. However, it didn't help much. He pretty much gave up on learning more but idly spooled his phone's screen down the search results. Which is when he saw it. That same weird symbol alongside the image of a scorpion. A link to a forum with a similarly strange name. The Breeding Zone? Jordan clicked the link... ***

When I fuck (and lately it happens more often than not), I tell the bottom before anything that I am poz and not on meds and that I don't pull out, and I don't do condoms. If he's okay, great. If not... next hole please! I tend to gravitate around those guys who know what they want and without too many conditions. Only one guy in recent memory asked me to pull out when cumming. And we were mid-fuck. I pulled out and I was gone. Wasn't going to let my cum go to waste on the floor.

Part 2 That first evening and night, Vince was kept high the entire time and had to endure several loads in his ass. His tense sphincter was completely broken, and the next day he woke up around noon, lying completely naked next to Rick. When he opened his eyes, he first wondered if he had dreamed it all, but when he saw Rick lying there, he knew that yesterday had not been a long wet dream but had really happened. He had lost his virginity and innocence, but in return, he had gained a new purpose in life. Vince was completely okay with going through life as a slut, cum dump, and slave. What he had experienced had given him a whole new perspective on his life and existence. He had enjoyed being Rick's subject and tasting his fat, big cock and feeling it in his mouth and ass. Although he had dreamed and fantasized about it and had been afraid, it was still much better than he could have imagined. He felt the urge for more and more intense sex growing deep inside him. He felt his pussy with his hand, and it was sore and swollen. But it couldn't be any other way, it was the first time he had been fucked, and for so long and so hard, and Rick's cock wasn't exactly small. Still, he felt his sphincter react immediately to the touch and a wave of pleasure and desire wash over him. Vince was sure this was what he wanted and wanted to live for. He wanted to get out of bed, but when he swung his feet out, Rick, who had also woken up, grabbed his arm. R: You're not planning on running away, are you, boy? I know where you live. Vince laughed. V: No, sir, I just wanted to take a piss. Rick felt himself getting horny again. R: I thought so. R: Normally, I would use your mouth and piss in it because I need to relieve myself too. But I won't force you to do that unless you want to. V: I don't think I'm ready for that yet, sir. R: As long as we're not playing, you can just call me Rick, Vince. V: Okay, Rick. Rick also got out of bed and they went to the toilet together and stood pissing in the toilet bowl. They looked at each other and Vince felt it tingling in his stomach again. Rick saw the loving look in Vince's eyes and when he was done pissing, he grabbed Vince and kissed him. R: Did you enjoy your first time, boy? V: Yes, it was so much better than I could have imagined. R: Are you ready for what's to come? V: Yes, and I'm looking forward to everything you're going to teach me. R: Hmmmmm, I like to hear that, boy. I love boys who are eager to learn. R: Are you ready for a short lesson? Vince looked at Rick with a loving and longing gaze. R: I'll take that as a yes. Rick pushed Vince down onto his knees. R: Let's see if you can suck as well when you're sober, and then you can taste my piss, because this won't be the last time you drink my piss. Vince felt a moment of fear return, because he found drinking piss disgusting and he didn't know if he would ever be ready for it. V: I don't know. R: Shhhhhh, just open your mouth and do what I ask. You won't regret it, believe me. Vince cautiously opened his mouth and looked at Rick's limp cock and saw another drop dangling from the foreskin. He closed his eyes, the smell of piss and sweat from Rick's cock entered his nose and mouth, and with a fearful and disgusted grimace, he took Rick's cock into his mouth. The drop of piss hit his tongue and the salty, bitter taste filled his mouth. When Rick's foreskin slid back, more piss ended up in his mouth, and although he found the idea of drinking piss, let alone someone else's, disgusting and repulsive, it wasn't as bad as he had expected. The tension in his body disappeared, and he carefully licked the piss off Rick's cock and began to lick and suck Rick's glans and cock. R: Hmmmm, yeah, that's it, Vince, lick it clean. See, you like it. Wait until you get to drink it straight from my dick, that'll drive you wild. Rick ran his hands through Vince's hair and grabbed his head. When he felt his dick get hard, he pulled Vince off his dick, pulled him upright, and started kissing him again. R: Hmmmmm, thank you, honey. I like to get up in the morning with a loaded gun so I'm horny all day. Vince, who was completely sober, felt butterflies in his stomach and was falling for the rough man who had him completely under his spell. R: Okay, let's get started, boy. You go home and bring a few pairs of underwear, a pair of pants, a T-shirt or two, and your toothbrush. Lock up and come back here. V: Will I have enough with so few things, or are we not going to be gone long? Rick started laughing, kissed Vince, and whispered in his ear. R: You won't need many clothes in the coming weeks. A grin appeared on Vince's face and he stepped out of the toilet, put on his swimming shorts from the day before and went home to pack his things, locked the house and less than 20 minutes later he was back at Rick's. Rick had loaded the car in the meantime, took Vince's bag and threw it on the back seat. Rick signaled for Vince to get in, and when Vince had fastened his seatbelt, Rick started the car and they drove off. V: May I ask where we're going, Rick? R: Sure, we're going to my cabin in the woods. We'll be more comfortable there because no one can disturb us. My cabin is isolated and there's not a soul around for miles. Vince understood what Rick meant. He meant that he could do whatever he wanted with him there and that much more intense things awaited him there. On the one hand, Vince was a little scared, but on the other hand, he also knew that what he had experienced was just a taste of what was to come. They had been driving on the highway for an hour when Vince wanted to ask Rick something that had been on his mind the whole time. V: Can I ask you something, Rick? Rick looked at Vince amused. R: If you want to know how far it is, I can tell you that we'll be driving for another hour before we get there and I can fill you up again. Vince had to laugh. V: No, that wasn't it, although I do crave your cock. Rick grunted. R: Shoot. V: I'm not entirely sure, but when you fucked me yesterday and came inside me for the first time, you shouted, “Take my dirty toxic load,” is that right? R: Yes, that's right. V: Did you mean that you're infected and pozz with HIV? R: That's right. Rick looked at Vince and knew he would still have this conversation with his pupil, and he hoped Vince wouldn't freeze up now, but there was a chance he would. Vince was silent for a moment, and Rick saw that he needed time to process it. V: So that means... R: Yes, that means that you are now most likely infected and will carry my strain of the virus. R: Look, in my world, it's not a big deal to be infected. It's more of a blessing than a curse. You'll see. You were made for this, Vince, and sooner or later you were going to get infected anyway. You're a slut boy, and real sluts are almost all pozz. Your pussy will often be filled with cum because you'll only want to get fucked bareback now that you know how it feels to get fucked bareback and how it feels to be filled with cum. You'll never be satisfied with anything less. If you regret it now, something can still be done. I'll turn around and we'll go downtown and get you on a course of PEP medication so that the chance of you becoming pozz is much smaller, but then the story ends here. Vince let it all sink in and looked at Rick. Rick, who was usually so dominant and sure of himself, sat there with a small heart, waiting for Vince's answer. Because what the boy would say now would determine a lot of what would happen next. V: I already knew, but I just wanted to be sure. You don't have to back. I know this is going to be my new life. Yesterday triggered too much in me, and I can't go back. What you say is true. Sooner or later, I would have gotten infected anyway, and I'd rather it be from you. I do hope you'll help me through the process and not just infect me and then drop me like a piece of trash. A grin appeared on Rick's face, and inside he felt relief. R: Look at my cock, boy. It's hard just from hearing what you say. I won't abandon you. Like I said yesterday, my gut tells me you're going to be my regular slut, and I suspect there's even more to it than that. The loving look returned to Vince's face and he bit his lip. V: Is your dick really hard, sir? R: Yes, slut, feel it. Vince put his hand on Rick's hard, fat cock. V: Hmmmm, I want to taste it, sir. I want to taste your cum in my mouth and swallow the load that infected me. Rick had trouble controlling himself. If he hadn't been driving, he would have grabbed the boy and pushed his cock deep into the boy's throat and made him suck until he shot his load into his mouth. But he had to pay attention to the road. He could stop and take him on the side of the road, but then they would arrive at the vacation home much later, and he didn't want that. The slut in Vince now came out in full force because he saw that Rick was having a hard time, and he rubbed his hands over Rick's cock and then kissed Rick's jeans and looked him slutty in the eyes. V: Please, sir. R: Fuck it. Rick turned on cruise control and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped his fly. Rick wasn't wearing boxer shorts, and his cock popped right out. Vince eagerly looked at Rick's hard cock and licked the precum that was already dripping from Rick's glans. V: Hmmmmmm, your precum tastes so good, sir. Vince's slutty behavior brought out the beast in Rick. R: Stop teasing, slut, and start sucking, or I'll pull over and rape you. Vince continued to look slutty at Rick because the latter also seemed to turn him on. Rick saw the sluttiness in Vince's eyes and that the last suggestion also seemed to turn him on. R: Don't challenge me, boy. Vince eagerly took the fat, stiff cock in his mouth and started sucking Rick's cock hard. It didn't take long before Rick had his hand on Vince's head and pushed him as deep as he could. Saliva ran from Vince's mouth and Rick heard the boy start to gag. Rick closed his eyes briefly, then released his grip and let the boy continue sucking on his own. Rick growled and started shouting R: Fuck, you're a horny bitch. Are you sure yesterday was your first time? R: Fuck, boy, I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. Fuck yeah, suck it, slut. You make me so fucking horny. You'll feel my toxic load in your mouth soon if you keep sucking like that. Come on, bitch, suck that cock and show me what a slut you are. Show me how much you want to be my slut. Fuuuucck Rick's horny, dominant words made Vince completely wild and horny, and now he wanted nothing more than to have Rick's cum in his mouth. Vince's pussy started to itch, and he reached for his ass with his hand. Rick saw that and pulled Vince's hand away. Rick put his hand in Vince's shorts and searched for his hole. He stuck his finger in Vince's pussy and felt Vince's sphincter close around his finger. Rick growled again. R: Fuck boy, you're a dirty slut, a whore. Your pussy is begging to be filled. When we get there, I'm going to have to fuck you right away, slut. Your pussy is begging for it. Rick was almost at his peak, Vince had made him way too horny and he could hardly hold it anymore. Rick started growling loudly and shouting. R: Hmmmm, yeah, boy. My load is coming. Swallow, boy, swallow my toxic load and don't waste any of it. Understood. Vince was completely turned on, his pussy was being fingered by Rick's thick finger and he felt Rick's cock start to contract. He knew it was time and that he was about to swallow his first load of cum. Rick roared and Vince got strand after strand of thick warm cum sprayed into his mouth. His whole mouth was filled with cum and Vince enjoyed the taste sensation that had ended up in his mouth. Now that his mind was completely clear, he could fully taste Rick's cum and it was so much better than he had imagined. He felt Rick's cock start to go limp and he said goodbye to the cum in his mouth and let it slide carefully down his throat. This would not be the last time he would swallow Rick's cum, he was convinced of that. He licked Rick's cock clean, and then Rick pulled him up and kissed him. Rick gasped for a moment. R: Hmmmmmm, you're something else, boy. Not many have succeeded in doing what you just did. Vince grinned and wiped his mouth, clicking himself back into place and enjoying the delicious cum that had just been shot into his mouth. After savoring the moment, Vince looked back at Rick with his slutty gaze. R: Not again, boy, I want to be able to use you later. Vince started laughing. V: No, that's not it. Am I a real slut for you now, or do I still have to do or change something before I'm a real slut? Rick grinned. R: Hmmmmmm, my dick is getting hard again, boy. You're way too horny. R: But no, there are still a few things you have to do and change before you're a real slut for me. V: Like what? R: Drinking piss, for example. But a real slut to me is completely shaved. Vince looked at Rick strangely for a moment, and Rick looked at Vince. R: By that I also mean the hair on your head, which has to be short for you to be a real slut to me. Without thinking too much about it, Vince said V: Fine, then shave it off. I want to surrender myself completely to you. Rick felt his cock getting hard again, but this time he didn't let it show. He just grinned and rubbed Vince's blond hair. R: Okay, boy, if that's what you want, we'll shave you later. Vince still looked slutty at Rick, and there was even a kind of dark edge to his gaze. R: Rest while you can, boy, you'll need it later. Vince closed his eyes for a moment and fell asleep while Rick continued driving. After a good hour, Vince felt the car pull into a parking lot and opened his eyes It was already getting dark, but because of the dense vegetation in the forest, it was already quite dark and you could use some light. Rick took his keys and went to the door of the cottage, opened the door, and turned on the lights inside and outside. Vince looked around and saw a small garden surrounded by trees and bushes. If you walked around naked here, even if there were neighbors, no one would see you, he thought. Rick came back, took his things, and put them inside. Vince looked around some more, then took his bag out of the car and went inside. V: Where can I put this? R: Just throw it on the table. But first, drink this so it can kick in. Vince got that slutty look on his face again. V: I see you're not wasting any time. Rick growled. R: From now on, it's back to sir. Understood. Vince took the glass and drank it empty, the now familiar bitter taste filling his mouth, and he realized that there must have been something in the lemonade. Because it was the same bitter taste that was now in the glass. V: Is there anything I can do in the meantime, sir? R: Go rinse off, bitch. I want you ready for use by the time I'm done unloading everything here. R: The bathroom is the second door down the hall. Vince went to the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the shower, turning on the water and picking up the handheld showerhead, which had an anal douche attached to it. He rinsed himself several times and washed himself. When he was done, he already felt the slight effect of the G taking over his body, so he put his shorts back on and went back to the living room. Rick had finished unpacking the grief in the meantime. R: Follow me, bitch. Vince followed Rick and they went outside where a chair was waiting. Vince sat down on the chair and Rick picked up the clippers. R: Last chance, boy. Once I start, there's no turning back. V: Make me the slut you want me to be, sir. Vince heard the buzzing of the clippers and suddenly felt the cold metal against his scalp. Vince sank deeper into his G-high and felt himself becoming hornier and more submissive. Meanwhile, he felt and saw the blonde locks falling from his scalp. It didn't take long before Rick turned off the clippers and put them aside. R: Fuck, you look even hotter than I thought you would. Vince hadn't noticed. But Rick was standing there in just a Speedo, shaving him, and Vince, who was already getting pretty high, could see that Rick's cock had grown too big for his Speedo, because more than half of it was sticking out. Vince could already feel his mouth watering. R: Here, boy, put this on. From now on, you can and must wear this. Vince got a harness from Rick and he helped him put it on. Rick looked at his slut and felt that he wouldn't be able to control the beast inside him for long. R: Fuck, boy, now you're the slut I want. Vince got off the chair and knelt in front of Rick. V: Use me, sir. Use me as hard as you can. Let me feel what it's like to be a real slut and slave to you. Rick knew he wouldn't be able to suppress the beast inside him any longer and gave in to it a little. Gradually, he thought. He grabbed Vince's shaved head and pushed it into his crotch. R: I'll make you feel it, slut. I'll make you feel what it's like to serve me. Rick went inside, took some pieces of rope, and came back outside. He pulled Vince upright, pulled his hands behind his back, tied them, and secured them to his armor. Then he took him into the garden, put him on his knees in front of a tree, tied the rope around his waist, made a bondage knot, and then tied him to the tree. Rick went inside, took some things, and then went back to Vince. He stood in front of him and grabbed his head again. R: Take off my pants, bitch. If you get them off, you'll get a reward, and if I have to help you, you'll feel it. Vince's eyes were spinning violently in his head from the dose of G he had received this time, which was much larger than the last time. But he understood what Rick wanted from him. However, the G had impaired his thinking, and because his hands were tied behind his back and he was tied to a tree, he didn't immediately know how to solve the problem. R: Are you going to do it? Vince tried to focus and bit Rick's shorts, pulling them down with his teeth. Rick's shorts were now around his ankles, but he wasn't completely out yet. He banged his head against Rick's legs so that he would step out of his pants, but Rick, who was amused to see how his slut wanted to solve the problem, didn't cooperate. R: Can't you do it, slut? Vince looked at Rick. V: Would you like to step out of your shorts, sir? R: And what do I get in return? Vince opened his mouth and took Rick's swollen cock into his mouth. Rick grinned but pulled his cock out of Vince's mouth. Vince mourned for a moment. R: I think that's more satisfying for you than it is for me. R: Anyway, I'm going to take off my pants, but you're going to drink my piss. V: Okay, master. R: That's what I like to hear, slave. Rick stepped out of his speedo and took a step back. R: Open your mouth, slut. Vince opened his mouth and closed his eyes tightly. R: Open your eyes, slut, and look at me while I piss on you. Vince opened his eyes and looked Rick in the eyes. Rick grabbed his cock and started pissing. The warm stream first hit Vince's chest, and then Rick aimed higher. Vince felt the warm stream now spraying on his face, and for some reason it turned him on, and he sought out the stream with his mouth. The stream ended up in his mouth, and Vince felt the warm stream of piss land on his tongue and in his mouth. Vince felt the sluttiness and submissiveness come over him and he surrendered to it completely. He looked slutty at Rick and Vince saw that Rick himself was also transforming. There was something dark in his gaze. Something like a predator lurking on its prey, about to attack and devour it. It only made Vince even hornier, and without thinking, he let the piss run down his throat and swallowed it. This was much better than he had imagined. On the contrary, he wanted to do this again, and he leaned forward so he could get closer to Rick's cock and get the stream earlier and harder in his mouth. R: Yeah, that's how I like to see it, slut. See, you are a piss drinker. I knew you were such a dirty little slut. From now on, you can drink straight from the tap every day. Rick changed direction and now pissed on Vince's shaved head. As the piss ran down his head, Vince licked what he could off his face with his tongue. R: Fuck yeah, dirty slut, lick it off your face. Rick's piss ran down Vince's entire face, over his chest, and onto his shorts, which were now completely soaked with Rick's piss. The last drops spurted from Rick's cock, and Rick took a step closer. R: Lick it clean, slut. Vince opened his mouth and leaned forward, but the rope was too short and he couldn't reach Rick's cock to lick it clean. Rick knew it wouldn't work, but he wanted to test how eager and willing the boy was, and what he saw did not disappoint him. R: Shall I come a little closer, slut? V: Yes, please, sir. Rick took a step closer and Vince immediately and eagerly took Rick's leaking cock into his mouth. Rick had held back a little piss, he grabbed Vince's head so he couldn't pull away and emptied his bladder completely. Vince felt Rick's cock start to piss again and his first reaction was to pull away, but when he realized he couldn't, he surrendered completely and was completely captivated by drinking Rick's piss. Rick heard Vince start to moan and how he was enjoying drinking his piss. As he sprayed his last jets of piss, Vince started to get a skull fuck, and for the first time, Vince felt that Rick was being a little more rough with him. The gloves were off, but Vince felt that Rick wasn't going all the way yet. Rick pulled his stiff cock out of Vince's mouth and slapped him across the head, grabbed his head and spat in his face, then licked his face. Rick tasted his own piss and then stuck his tongue in Vince's mouth, who kissed him eagerly. R: You dirty slut. So eager to suck and drink the piss from sir's cock. You keep surprising me, slut. Rick took out a pipe filled with crystals. R: Master will reward you, boy. Vince looked eagerly at the pipe and knew what kind of slutty desires and horny feelings it would bring, and Vince grinned, and Rick, seeing Vince grin, growled. R: I knew you wanted this, slut. You're just like all the other sluts, they all crave Miss T. But you've earned it, slut. Here, take it. Rick held the pipe in front of Vince's nose and signaled for him to take it. Vince wanted nothing more than to take the pipe, but with his hands behind his back, he couldn't. R: Shall I help you, boy? V: Yes, sir. R: All right then. Rick took the lighter and started melting the crystals, and in an unguarded moment, he felt Vince take his cock back into his mouth and start sucking him. Rick grinned and started laughing. R: Apparently, you can't get enough of master's cock, can you, you dirty cocksucking whore? The crystals had melted and smoke had formed in the pipe, and Rick pulled his cock out of Vince's mouth. He heard Vince whimper briefly, but when he saw the pipe in front of his nose, he eagerly put his lips on the pipe and sucked in the smoke and held it in. Vince felt the warm glow wash over him and saw Rick melting the crystals again. Rick's swollen cock hung back in front of Vince's mouth, and Vince opened his mouth and took the cock in his mouth. R: Fuck yeah, slut. Blow your cloud on my cock. While Vince sucked Rick's cock, he blew his white cloud over Rick's cock. Rick had a new dose ready for Vince and put the pipe back against Vince's lips. They repeated this about four more times, and Vince felt heat in his body and had become extremely horny. His pussy itched, precum dripped from his cock, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his tongue hung out of his mouth. He felt Rick untie the rope from the tree and thought he was free again, but nothing could be further from the truth. Rick pulled him upright and tied the rope again, but this time it was much tighter. He was pulled completely against the tree and his arms were taken from his back and tied above his head to the tree. Rick grabbed Vince's head and looked him in the eyes. Rick saw that Vince was completely lost in his intoxication of G and Miss T. He spat in Vince's face and kissed him. Vince kissed him back wildly, saliva running from his mouth and his tongue going in all directions. Vince moaned and rubbed his body against the tree. Rick grabbed Vince's limp cock and squeezed his cock and balls hard. Vince groaned in pain and was brought down from his cloud for a moment. R: Ah, there you are. Vince had trouble focusing, but looked Rick in the eyes and wanted to kiss him. R: No, slut. I decide what happens here, understand? Vince tried to nod. R: What did you say? I can't hear you. Rick slapped Vince's chest with the flat of his hand, startling Vince. V: Yes, sir. R: That's better. Rick caressed Vince's body with one hand and pinched one of Vince's nipples with the other. Vince fell back into a trance, but the slight pain in his nipple kept him alert. Vince moaned and tried to pull his hands free, but he couldn't. He searched for Rick's mouth with his own, but that didn't work either. Rick spat in Vince's face again. R: Dirty slut. You still have a lot to learn. Rick slapped Vince's body a few times, and with each blow, Vince let out a small cry. Rick gave him another series of blows, and Vince's body was already starting to look quite red. R: Still so sure of your choice to become my slut, boy? Vince looked at Rick with his eyes rolling. V: Yes, sir. I'm still sure I want to be your slut. I love pain. Give me everything you've got, I'll ask for more. Rick had to laugh at his slut's ignorance. R: We'll see about that, boy. Rick took out an electro shank. R: Do you know this? Vince nodded no. R: Then I'll teach you to know it. Rick gave the first electric shock and Vince was startled and let out a loud scream. R: Scream as loud as you want, boy, there's no one who can hear you. Rick gave him one electric shock after another and slapped Vince's body, not sparing his cock and balls. After each electric shock, Vince felt more and more energy drain from his body and he found it difficult to stay upright. Rick saw that his student was struggling and, because it was his first time, he put the toy away. Rick kissed Vince again. R: Good boy. You never cease to amaze me. Rick licked Vince's red body, took his nipples in his mouth, and started playing with them. Vince's body had become very sensitive, couldn't handle all those sensations, and rubbed his body against the tree. Rick took his other nipple in his mouth and licked and bit it. Vince began to moan loudly and felt himself sinking deeper and deeper, all the energy draining from his body. Rick sank deeper with his tongue and licked Vince's limp cock and balls, and Vince began to moan loudly again. But it wasn't long before Rick squeezed his cock and balls firmly again. Once more, Vince let out a loud cry. Rick ran his hands over Vince's body again and felt the effect of the exhaustion Vince was undergoing. Rick grabbed a flogger and first slapped Vince's body a few times, teasingly. Vince moaned softly at first, but when Rick hit him a few times harder, though still not with full force, he heard Vince whimper and moan in pain again. R: Have you had enough, slut, or do you want more? Vince didn't want to show weakness and admit that he was actually at the end of his strength. V: More, sir, I want more. R: All right, then. Rick knew he would have to stop soon, but he was pleasantly surprised by his slut's perseverance and struck Vince's body a few more times, leaving several welts on his body. Then he put the flogger aside. Vince didn't have time to catch his breath before Rick kissed him again and played with his nipples once more. Rick sensed that Vince was about to break and began to grin. His mission had been accomplished. He had pushed the boy to his limits, and he knew he could still train him to handle more. He also knew that soon he would have a willing slut that he could fuck hard because his body was completely exhausted and he would surrender completely. Rick untied the arms from the tree and Vince's arms fell straight down. He also untied the rope from the tree, leaving Vince completely free. Vince briefly collapsed to his knees, but Rick caught him. R: Come on, slut, let's go inside so I can train your pussy. Although Vince's pussy was still itching and he wanted to have a filled pussy, he felt completely empty. He followed Rick inside and Rick immediately gave him a filled glass. R: Drink up, boy, so you can regain your strength. The glass was filled with a dose of G so that Vince would remain in his daze. Vince drank the glass empty and gave it back to Rick. Rick took Vince to his playroom, which was much better equipped than the room in his house. This was a real playroom with lots of different toys. Rick pushed Vince to the sling and laid him in it. He secured Vince's legs in the stirrups and Vince rested his head in the sling. Vince felt himself sinking deeper into his intoxication and he felt how exhausted his body was. Rick took some lubricant, rubbed it on Vince's sphincter and at the same time pushed two nice crystals into Vince's pussy. Vince first felt the tingling in his ass again and then how the warmth turned into heat and then into an irresistible urge to be filled. Although he was exhausted and tired, he gained renewed strength and energy and began to beg. Begging to have his pussy filled. R: Hmmmm, we'll do that, slut. We're going to stretch your pussy further so you get a nice slutty hole. Vince felt a dildo being pushed against his sphincter. A bottle of poppers was pushed under his nose and he knew what to do. He sniffed the arousing fumes deeply and felt his exhausted body relax further. Rick began to apply some force to the dildo, which was already thicker than his own cock, and he saw Vince's sphincter resist at first, but Rick didn't give up and pushed a little harder. Rick heard Vince moan loudly and whimper in pain as the tip of the dildo pushed past his sphincter, but once it was inside, Rick saw Vince relax again and heard that Vince was getting used to the new thickness being pushed into his pussy. Vince felt his sphincter being stretched to a new maximum, and when the dildo had filled his entire pussy and the beginning of his rectum, he gasped for breath. Rick let his student get used to the new intruder for a moment, and when he saw that Vince had become completely accustomed to the new thickness, he put the poppers under Vince's nose again. R: Sniff, slut, so I can stretch your pussy. Vince sniffed the poppers a few times and felt Rick start to slide the dildo in and out of his pussy. At first, there was some resistance from Vince's sphincter, but after a few times of sliding in and out of his pussy, Vince was completely ecstatic about this new thickness and felt that his pussy wanted more, even thicker and deeper. Although he was still exhausted, he gave in to these new desires. V: More, sir. My pussy wants more. R: Is that so, slut? Then you're in luck because I have even bigger and thicker dildos here. Rick took an even thicker dildo and slid the other one out of Vince's gaping pussy. This new dildo was not a veined realistic dildo but a smooth one. He lubricated it and showed it to Vince. R: Will this fit in your pussy, slut? Vince looked at the dildo and couldn't believe his pussy could handle such thickness, but the slut in him, who had completely let go, wanted nothing more than to feel that fat dildo in his pussy. V: Yes, sir, you have to try until it goes in. Rick grinned. R: I was definitely going to do that, slut, even without you asking. R: Take a few more deep sniffs of the poppers, you're going to need it. Vince sniffed hard on the poppers and felt Rick already pushing with the dildo and how his sphincter was resisting. The poppers helped him, because he felt his sphincter relax more and more every time he sniffed the poppers. He felt the dildo break through the barrier of his sphincter and shoot inside. The familiar jolt of pain shot through his body, but he was better able to handle it this time and instead of screaming in pain, he gritted his teeth and moaned. Rick was pleasantly surprised and pushed the dildo all the way in. When he saw that Vince had gotten used to the thickness, he started fucking him with it. Precum began to flow freely from Vince's cock, and Vince moaned and whimpered with pleasure the whole time. Rick could have used even thicker dildos, but he felt that this was enough for this first real session. From experience, he knew he could stretch his slut even further, but he wanted to save that for a later session. But he was pleasantly surprised at how quickly the boy adapted and surrendered to his new but true nature. Rick fucked and stretched Vince's pussy for a few minutes and then pulled the dildo out of Vince's gaping pussy. Vince was not satisfied at all and started to whimper and beg Rick to fill him with his cock. V: Fuck me, sir. I want to feel your fat cock in my pussy. Maybe I didn't get infected last time, master, and you need to pump another load of your toxic seed into me. Rick started laughing. R: That's right, slut. We have to be sure you're carrying my strain of the virus, don't we? Vince looked longingly and slutty and nodded. V: Yes, master, we have to be sure. Fuck me and fill me up, please. I want your DNA and virus inside me so badly. Rick looked at the slut in heat lying in front of him and knew he would have to fill Vince's pussy with his load. He stuck his fingers back into Vince's pussy and scraped the walls again so that blood stuck to his fingers. Rick had one last surprise in store for Vince. He wanted to see how big the slut in Vince really was, and he was going to give him a medium slam to see how slutty the boy really was. He took a syringe and filled it with a good dose of Tina. He walked over to Vince, who was still whimpering, and grabbed his arm. R: Lie still, slut. I'm going to make you go wild. Vince felt a tourniquet being put around his arm and Rick cleaning his arm with an alcohol swab. He looked for a vein and when he found it, Vince watched with wide eyes as a needle went through his skin into the vein. Vince wanted to resist because he didn't like needles, but Rick signaled for him to lie still. Rick saw a cloud of blood in the syringe and knew he was in the right place. R: Take another deep breath, boy, because once the liquid in your arm has disappeared, the real slut in you will come out. Then we'll see your full potential. Vince took another deep breath, and at that moment Rick pushed the plunger in. Vince saw the liquid disappear into his arm. Rick released the tourniquet, and Vince felt a tickle at the back of his throat that quickly became more intense. He had to cough uncontrollably, and in an instant everything changed for Vince. He was a whore, the only thing that mattered now was feeling Rick's fat cock inside him, as hard and as long as possible. He had to fuck him, not just fuck him, but fuck him hard, he had to fuck him raw and fill him up, fill him up with his toxic load. Vince growled and moaned loudly. V: Fuuuuck, fuck me, fuck me, goddamnit. Destroy my cunt and fill me up, master. Let that fucking beast out and destroy my cunt. Rick knew what to expect when he injected Vince's arm, but he hadn't expected this. The slut had come out completely and the slut wanted it rough, hard, and Rick knew that he could now do anything he wanted with the boy because he was begging for it, and that was more than Rick had expected. His cock was completely stiff and hard in no time, and he felt the beast inside him coming out. Vince was squirming in the sling with his ass because he didn't know what to do with himself. Rick stood between his legs and put his cock against the gaping sphincter. He grabbed the sling and, without warning Vince, pushed his balls deep inside in one go. Rick felt no resistance and he felt that yesterday's tight pussy had already transformed into a sloppy hole where he could unleash his urges. This was the kind of cunt Rick loved, the kind that was completely loose and open and offered no resistance to his cock. He could go on like this for a long time and fuck him completely senseless. V: Fuck yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard and unleash that beast. R: Fuck yeah, boy, I'm going to fuck your sloppy pussy hard, slut. Fuck yeah. Rick unleashed the beast and began to growl loudly, a devilish look appearing on his face. Rick let himself go completely and slapped Vince's ass hard as he pounded into his ass. Vince moaned loudly and went into ecstasy. He no longer felt any pain from the thrusts of Rick's fat, big cock. He only felt signals of pleasure and a desire for more. R: This ass is mine, boy, and it will be mine forever. Rick put his hands on Vince's body and grabbed him tightly, pulling him out of the sling even though his legs were still stuck. But Rick had him in a grip and pulled him hard toward him with every thrust so that his cock shot hard and deep into Vince's pussy. Vince moaned loudly and Rick roared and growled. Both were sweating profusely, and Rick untied Vince's legs, took him out of the sling, and threw him on the bed. Vince fell on his back, and Rick turned him over, kissed him hard, and rammed his cock back into Vince's gaping and bleeding pussy. Vince closed his eyes as he felt the cock slide back into his pussy, and Rick growled. V: Fuck yeah, sir. Take me hard, make me a whore. R: Take it, boy, take my cock. R: The only way you'll ever be rid of me is with your pussy in pieces, boy. This pussy is mine and will always be mine. V: Fuck yeah, I'm yours, sir, and I'll always be yours. Fuck me, break me. Rick kept pounding Vince's pussy and Vince kept moaning and asking for more. R: Is this what you wanted, slut? Is this the beast you craved so much? V: Fuck yeah, sir. V: Let me ride you, sir. Let me show you how much I want to ride your fat cock. Rick growled. He didn't really want to stop fucking him hard, but he also wanted to see what the slut would do if he rode him. Rick lay on his back, took Vince, and put him on top of him. R: Show me what you can do, slut. Show me how much you want my cock in your pussy. Vince grabbed Rick's cock and placed it against his sphincter. Although he had no experience riding a man's cock, it came naturally to him. Vince lowered himself in one go and Rick's cock shot all the way in. Vince was moaning and biting his lower lip while looking slutty at Rick. He started moving his ass up and down and tensed his ass so that Rick's cock felt some tension again. Rick was surprised at how natural it was for Vince and what a slut he had become. Vince slid his hands over his own body, wiping up the beads of sweat and licking his fingers. Vince tasted Rick's sweat and piss that had run down his body and moaned. Rick slapped Vince's ass a few times and grabbed his ass, moving his hands in rhythm with Vince. R: Fuck yeah, slut. Ride that dick. Rick let Vince have his way for a moment, and when Rick had had enough, he grabbed Vince, put him on all fours, pushed his dick back into Vince's hole, and started thrusting hard again. Vince moaned with pleasure, and Rick started growling and roaring again. R: Take that cock, slut. You've got such a sloppy hole, slut, that my cock doesn't even touch your walls anymore. You're such a dirty slut. My dirty bitch. When I'm done, you won't be riding my cock anymore, you'll be riding my fists, boy. You're going to beg to feel my fist in your cunt. V: Fuck yeah. Rick couldn't hold it anymore and he started growling louder, digging his nails into Vince's skin and shouting. R: Take my dirty infectious load, boy. You asked for it. You asked me to infect you. Fucking take it. Let your cells be destroyed and become the pozz slut you're meant to be. Stream after stream of infectious cum began to spurt from Rick's cock into Vince's pussy. Rick growled loudly and Vince moaned. Vince felt Rick's cock filling his pussy and then going limp and disappearing from his hole. But this time Rick's cum couldn't run out of his pussy because Rick had taken a large butt plug, much larger than the one he had used the night before, and pushed it into his ass. Vince didn't have time to feel empty in his ass. Rick collapsed exhausted on the bed and kissed Vince. The session was over, and the beast that had been present just a moment ago had crawled back into its hole, and the dominant but sweet Rick was back. Vince was also completely exhausted from the intense session and remained motionless after panting. After about 5 minutes of regaining his strength, Rick picked Vince up and carried him to his bed. R: You're still sure, boy? V: Fuck yeah, that was amazing. R: You never cease to amaze me, boy. Vince couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep. Rick took his cell phone and took some pictures of the sleeping and battered Vince. He posted the photos and the fuck video from the day before in a WhatsApp group with two other friends. Mike, who was online, replied immediately. M: Who, how old, what, where, and when? R: My neighbor, 19 years old, slut and slave in training, vacation house, the day after tomorrow. M: Your neighbor, that's sick, man 😈. R: He asked for it, and who am I to refuse? M: For short-term use? R: No, he exceeds expectations. Rick sent another photo of him sleeping next to him. Dax also came online. 😧 That's sick, bro. 😧 The fact that you're taking him to your vacation home and letting him sleep with you. R: I know, but this one is a keeper. He just needs a little more training, and I didn't want to deny you guys the chance to help train him. 😧 The day after tomorrow, you say. Mike, I'll come pick you up. R: Bring some grief with you, because I'm almost out of it. M: Leave that to me. 😧 What do his parents say? R: They don't know yet. They're conservative, and when they left, their son was still straight. 😧 xD M: Sell your house. R: xD. I think he'll stay with me, at least until after his conversion, and maybe permanently. M: So you've already noticed him. 😧 Shit, bro. Then he must be worth it. R: The boy asked for it. It was his destiny anyway.

Part 3 The weight of Jake's body was gone, but the pressure of his presence remained. Chad lay frozen, listening to Jake's breathing even out into the deep rhythm of sleep. The moment Jake was truly under, Chad shot out of bed as if he'd been electrocuted. He didn't bother with clothes, just fled, his bare feet silent on the carpet as he sprinted for the sanctuary of the bathroom. He slammed the door and leaned against it, his chest heaving. That's when he felt it: a slow, warm trickle making its way down the inside of his thigh. He looked down. A milky trail was snaking its way toward his knee. The combined essence of Asha and Jake, a physical manifestation of his betrayal. A wave of nausea and guilt washed over him, so potent it made him dizzy. Driven by a morbid curiosity he couldn't explain, he swiped a finger through the fluid. He brought it to his lips, his hand trembling. The taste was salty, bitter, complex. It was the taste of his own deceit. He was still a little high, the world soft around the edges, his emotions a volatile mix of shame and a strange, lingering thrill. He needed to wash it all away. He stepped into the large shower and pulled the glass door shut, the click echoing in the tiled room. He turned the water on, hot and powerful, and let the spray beat down on his back. It felt incredible, scalding away the sweat, the sex, the shame. He tilted his head back, letting the water cascade over his face, his eyes closed. The shower door clicked open. Chad's eyes snapped open. He spun around, his heart leaping into his throat. Standing there, completely naked, was Andrew. Asha's partner. He was just staring, a slow, evil grin spreading across his face as he took in the sight of Chad, wet and soapy and exposed. Without a word, Andrew strolled over to the toilet, his movements unhurried and confident. He stood with his back slightly to Chad, giving him a clear view of his cut, thick cock as he started to piss, a heavy stream hitting the water with a loud, deliberate sound. He didn't try to hide it. He stared right at Chad the entire time. Chad's face burned with humiliation. He quickly turned around, his back to Andrew, but it was too late. The image was seared into his mind. He could feel a familiar heat pooling in his groin. Against his will, against all reason, he was getting hard. He heard the stream stop, the toilet flush. Then the sound of bare feet on wet tile. The shower door slid open again. "Don't be shy," Andrew's voice was a low, amused rumble, right behind him. Chad felt a hand on his shoulder, turning him around. He kept his eyes down, focused on Andrew's chest. He couldn't bear to look him in the face. "Asha told me," Andrew whispered, his voice hot against Chad's ear. "He told me he fucked you. Came deep in your ass." Chad's head snapped up. His eyes met Andrew's. The water continued to cascade over Chad's right shoulder, running down his smooth, hairless chest. His small cock was now fully, achingly hard, the foreskin pulled back tight, sticking up at an angle. Andrew's eyes flicked down to it, then back up to Chad's flushed face. "Nice," he said, his voice thick with approval. He started pulling his own cock, slowly, methodically. It grew hard in his fist—fat, veiny, and intimidatingly thick. Chad was mesmerized. It was the first time he'd really looked at Andrew. He was 47, like Asha, but a completely different type. White, with piercing blue eyes and a thick, greying beard that framed a handsome, rugged face. His brown hair was cut short, shot through with grey at the temples, with a receding hairline that only added to his mature authority. He reminded Chad of his own dad, and the thought sent a jolt of forbidden electricity through him. He had broad, muscular shoulders that tapered to a solid paunch, and his thick legs were covered in a dense mat of dark hair. "Can I join you?" Andrew asked, his voice leaving no room for refusal. "I want to fuck you." Chad could only manage a choked whisper. "Sure." His face was crimson. Andrew's grin widened. "Good boy." Andrew stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind them. The space was suddenly small, filled with steam and the scent of two aroused men. He crowded Chad against the tiled wall, his body a hot, hairy press against Chad's smooth skin. The sex was immediate and overwhelming. It was passionate and rough, a clash of tongues and teeth, of grabbing hands and searching fingers. Andrew was incredibly verbal, a constant stream of dirty praise and commands in Chad's ear. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands roaming Chad's body. "Such a tight little body. You like this, don't you? You like being used by real men." Chad could only whimper, his head thrown back, his hands clutching at Andrew's broad shoulders. It was true. He did like it. Finally, Andrew had enough of the foreplay. He spun Chad around, pushing his chest against the cold, wet tile. "Bend over," he commanded. "Stick that ass out for me." Chad complied, his hands flat against the wall to brace himself. He felt Andrew's thick cockhead press against his already-sensitive hole. "Gonna breed this pretty little ass," Andrew grunted as he pushed inside. "Gonna fill you up again. You're gonna be leaking all four of us by the time I'm done." The entry was a stretch, a burn that bordered on pain. Chad let out a choked cry, his body arching. Andrew didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt. Then he started to fuck him in earnest, hard, deep strokes that slammed Chad's body against the wall. He was relentless, his verbal assault never-ending. "Take it," he snarled. "Take my fucking cock. That's it, whimper for me. I love hearing you whimper. You love this big dick in your ass, don't you? Answer me." "Yes," Chad gasped, his voice broken. "Yes, I love it." He was lost. The pleasure, the pain, the humiliation, the sheer filth of it all coalesced into a perfect, stormy bliss. He felt his own orgasm building, impossible to contain. With a final, desperate cry, he came, his cock pulsing as it shot ropes of cum against the shower wall. His ass clenched tight around Andrew's shaft. "Fuck, yeah," Andrew roared, feeling Chad's spasms. "Milk that cock, you beautiful boy." He gave a few more brutal thrusts and then buried himself deep, his body tensing as he unloaded, adding his own thick, hot claim to Chad's overflowing ass. They stayed like that for a long moment, the water washing over them, their bodies heaving. Andrew slowly pulled out, turning Chad around and pulling him into a surprisingly gentle kiss. "Good boy," he whispered again, before stepping out of the shower, leaving Chad trembling, alone, and more full of cum and confusion than he had ever been in his life. Stay tuned for part 4

I decided to unleash my inner slut btm on Thurs. 9am: socially awkward, hot pilot Blake. Haven’t seen him in months. He apologized for being so busy and proceeded to kiss, cuddle, and Breed me. Apology accepted lol 10am: fwb Craig pumped a load in me. He has a weak pelvic floor issue (not sure what this means) so I’ve been helping him with his bedroom stamina 11:15am: hunky Apple Store matt came over his lunch break. All-American, hot, girthy. Load #3 Hubby gave me a quickie Went to Workmans lunch. Didn’t take any loads (that’s alright for me: penetrative fun > loads). I btmed for at least 5 guys and topped at least 4 others. Bred my latin muscle fwb Mario 3pm Latin cub Andreas stopped by and bred me. We’ve been fucking for years & he knows exactly how I like it. 4:15pm teacher Jesse came by after school and dropped a load 4:45pm Dr. Rob met Jesse after he bred me. Jesse watched Dr. rob clap my cheeks 6pm mark from Astoria came by. He’s a 27yo sweetie pie who loves fucking cummy hole. 730p British neighbor Andrew stopped by and rammed his poz undetectable load into me. Double digit dicks; I needed breaks to push out all the loads. A wonderful Thursday 🤗 Resting my hole for more fun tomrw 😈😈😈

Really interesting question. Like most of the comments, I've noticed what seems to be a general shift toward rougher, more aggressive sexual behaviour, both in porn and in real life. Maybe one plays off and reinforces the other? Watching aggressive porn sets the standard that "this is the norm", it gets acted in real life, rougher porn then gets more views, driving more rough themed porn to be made, reinforcing that this is how sex should be? I'm a submissive bottom and enjoy a take-charge top (assertive, not aggressive as another poster commented) but limits need to be recognized and respected. I was in a situation similar to the OP a few years ago, a young aggressive top who went over my limits without asking, and I went along with it. Maybe by not stopping I helped reinforce the behaviour? As for causes? Maybe it's porn, maybe it's society becoming more self-centred to take whatever you want (easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission?). I'm not a saint or a prude, love a dominant top, but I've also noticed a trend toward rougher, more self-centred sex becoming the norm over the past 15-20 years.

Early 90's Poz parties.. now that was a game changer

i've noticed this as well and am always trying to figure it out. but kink has gone mainstream in a big way and even older str8 people are confused as to why things like "choking a bitch" are now just a standard part of usual sex and not reserved for niche kinksters. dont get me started on pegging which i'm still not sure is actually a thing average str8s casually do 😜

I don't think I ever had standards to begin with. As a sex addict from an early age I took any cock hard enough to fuck me. Although, I must admit that when I top, my standard is for the hole to be shit-free. I respect everyone's kink and fetish, but that's my only standard I still abide by.

The beauty of these parties was that men were going there to fuck, not to stand & model. And everyone was fucking everyone. No discrimination. From cumdump heavy bears to skinny small dick tops, everyone was fucking. If your ass was up for fuck, no matter your looks, you were getting fucked, and many times loaded. I would see many handsome big dick muscle tops fucking average looking asses, sucking on small dicks, taking loads from everyone. The sexual energy was incredible. I think it peaked around 2016-2017, and then it kinda went downhill. By 2019, the parties were in two different locations. The last one I went to was at Connection. But it was incredibly busy, jam packed, and it got to the point where it was impossible to move in certain areas. And it was no longer just poz parties. Everyone on prep was going there and so the sexual energy and the thrill of pozz fucking was gone. Also, a lot of tourists who were doing nothing but gawking, sipping cheap wine with a straw, and being offended if you touched their asses. Prep has changed a lot the sex dynamics....

As someone who uses a faggot cocksucker twice a week I agree with your feelings as a cocksucker. I will say this, I appreciate each and everyone if you. It's Sunday and I am so horny to feed my cocksucker tomorrow and again in Tuesday. He prefers the Monday feeding because (he says) my balls are less full in Tuesday. I also appreciate it when a blowjob turns into a breeding and sometimes even more. Keep up the great work.

Accept what barebackers have embraced pre-PREP and post-HAART: getting HIV isn't the end of the world. You just need to get regular testing and when it comes there, you'll be in great hands as treatment has come a long way.

I love having pics or vids taken when having sex. First got a digital camera in early 2000s when moved into my own place - was just pics at first, gradually started playing with a guy who liked taking pics and vids. I admit I get so turned on watching myself have sex - particularly once I got into raw breeding and being a cumwhore (around the same time I pozzed). Have a bunch of clips I like to share with guys on email or telegram. Pic is one of the first ones of me sucking a fuckbuddy way back in the day.

growing up I always thought that it was normal to suck dad off or get fuck by dad or my uncle or to be taken to places where dad would watch as men would use my throat or ass for their pleasure and thought all boys did that with their dads. I can't say that I didn't enjoy it and glad to have that special bonding with dad and later to find out that others wished their dads were like mine. Over the years I have met a lot of straight or bi guys that wish they had a closer bond with their dads and have encouraged them to try it with their dads or sons as they may regret never having that special bond even at first if it's rejected, a few drinks or tokes can help the mood as most young guys are always horny for anything and haven't met a dad that that would turn down a blow job.

Went to Steamworks yesterday evening and had one of my best times I've had there. Started by getting in the sling after became available where I notice a old guy with a noce body and thick 7 inch cock close by waiting. He walks up between my legs and enters me without much prep which hurt a little, but I worked through the pain that soon turned to pleasure. His dick felt great and after a bit of fucking I beg to have him breed me. He works up to it as my hole milks his dick and then he explodes in me grunting and dick throbbing as his sperm coats my insides. Was a great start and I hope out of the sling as another bottom wanted some sling fun. I wait for the sling again as I have some fun in my room and take another load. An hour later and its available so I grab my blindfold this time and hop in the sling. This is when I get used by a top for about an hour in the sling. This guy had a great cock and amazing stamina. He absolutely must have loved my hole. He fucks me for such a long time making my cock leak and twitch the entire time. I end up fighting to not cum but end up with about half a cum. I scoop up my cum and lube his dick with it so my cum gets fucked into me. I can see a little out the blindfold and there other guys in the room. Some touch my bodies while others are play near by, hard to get too much detail from the blindfold, but the environment was a hot scene. I was hoping to be shared with the other guys but the top that was fucking me was greedy and wanted my hole for himself. We fuck another few minutes and im sweaty, my legs are worn from the chains of the sling, and I need a break from the poppers so I take a break back to my room. I get ass up on my bed and the same top happens to find me in my room and we continue again. The different positions was nice since it gave me more control and the feel of his cock in me was more intense. He gets one foot up on the bed and thrusts into me moaning, he was just relentless. I really had to take a break at this point so I un mount and we make out a bit, me thanking him for such a great session. My hole was so well used, but I also wanted to play with other guys. That was only the 1st half of my night and I did eventually take this guys load and he also made me cum a huge load later, but this is already a long story. In the end I took 6 loads last night and got fucked by 8 guys. If only every visit was as successful as last night was id be such a happy cumdump.

Hot video make my asian ass horny

I only managed to give 1 load tonight, but am back at my hotel at just after midnight with 10 in my hole. 5 from the same guy. I did get a reentry wristband, but I'm dead tired and need to sleep, so unlikely that I will make it back over before they close at 3. It has been a great sexcation!

Naked in one of the booths at my local ABS sucking anon cock. Door opens and a dude comes in and reaches down, putting his finger in my hole and lifts me up to fuck me while i’m still working on the guy next door. He fucks me and cums heavily in my ass, then leaves as the guy next door cums in my mouth. Totally anon spit roast! No idea who they were, but i was bery satisfied!

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.

I love everything about sucking cock and have done ever since I sucked my first one in a Glasgow public toilet when I was an 18 year old student. I love the moment I pull a guy’s pants down and see what he has, hearing him sigh as I take it into my mouth and begin to suck him, and then when I sense he’s getting close and then the head of his cock swells and I feel a load of cum pumping into my mouth.

sucking him - the way and position he wants - ending with swallowing his load .. or .. sucking him - to get his dick wet and slicked up with my spit - ending with him flipping me around and fucking me .. i'm good either way .. 😆

Tbh . I guess I never really had standards . As far as physical look go. But I do have standards when it comes to sex ( like don’t scrape or bite my dick when I’m skull raping you ) , u would be surprised how many guys just do that without making sure you’re cool with it . But other that, I have no standards . I don’t give af about age or weight or any of that . Just have a warm inviting Pussy ,I don’t care if it’s loose or tight, and also have a wet open mouth. Guess Tbh I’ll fuck any and every hole I can stick my dick . 😈🤟🏾

Where are all the fags with low standards located? If you have daddy issues, even better! I really need to relocate to where an older infected breeder is appreciated.

“Come on, dear,” Said Timmy’s mother. “ I think we need a little chat, don’t you?” and she led Jane off down the tow path. The men had finished with Nigel. He lay there panting, covered in sweat and cum. Arthur knelt and ruffled his hair. “Nice one!” He said. He bent and delicately licked the drool of cum leaking from Nigel’s arsehole, releasing his old dick and rubbing it to erection. “Just one more “ He said, covering the naked body and sliding his cock up inside. “and this one’s toxic as heck!” With that he grunted and spurted his diseased sperm deep inside Nigel who groaned as he felt the throbbing inside him. Arthur got off, found a rag and cleaned the lad up as best as he could. “Off you go, Nigel” He said when he was dressed. “I expect you’ll have some words with your aunty, eh?” Nigel set off and found his aunt drinking tea in the living room. Kevin sat on the other sofa, a miserable expression on his face. He was wearing a dressing gown and it looked like he was nude beneath. “Aha!” Said Jane. “So you’re back?” Nigel didn’t know what to say. “Apart from that disgusting exhibition this afternoon, Kevin tells us you’d already been a little slut in the sauna.” she said. Nigel flushed and nodded. She smiled. “and I bet you love the feel of a cock spewing nasty cum in you, eh? You’re as disgusting as each other.” The front door opened and Timmy’s mother came in. “All sorted,” she said. “ They’ll be here in a minute.” Aunt Jane turned to Kevin. “Take that thing off. Show us your pathetic body.” Kevin blushed, but he undid the belt and pushed it off his shoulders and sat there naked. “Now you.” They both looked at Nigel. “Come on!” Blushing and sweating with embarrassment he stripped off until he was naked and trembling, though his tiny cock was hard beneath his belly. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. “Stay there!” Said Jane. She went out. Nigel heard male voices and then the door opened and Arthur came in with two of the men from the canal. They were both black, middle aged and still holding a bottle of booze. They looked a bit uncertain when they saw the two women and Kevin and Nigel both naked. “Don’t mind us!” Said Timmy’s mum, guiding Jane over to some chairs by the dining table. The men laughed and nudged each other. Arthur decided to get things going. He dropped his trousers and began to wank his cock. “Kneel on the sofa then, mate” He said to Kevin. Kevin paused and looked at Jane. She gave nothing away but Timmy’s mum said “bend over, then.” He turned and knelt on the cushions, offering his ample bottom to the room. Nigel saw Timmy’s mother smirking and a look of shock but excitement on Jane’s face as she saw Kevin’s arse upraised. Arthur dug a dirty tube of lube from his pocket and applied some to Kevin’s hole. Sighing happily, he raised his shirt and began to slide his cock into Kevin’s rectum. Kevin’s groan was matched by the gasp from Jane as she watched in fascination as Kevin was buggered by the disgusting old man. The two other men closed in on Kevin, feeling his body and squeezing his little cock. After a few moments they began to strip, exposing sizeable black cocks below hairy bellies as the room filled with Kevin’s groans. Nigel was trembling as they led him to the other sofa and made him kneel. The two women stared at him as on of the men grabbed the lube from the side table and rubbed it into his cock. Then the other man held Kevin’s cheeks apart and they all watched as the big, black cock sank between the pale, upraised buttocks. Nigel gasped as he was buggered and he heard Arthur grunt as he shot his load. “Well now, isn’t this nice.” Said Timmy’s mother. “You must come round to my place one evening!”

I live quite central in Berlin and really thought about starting private Biohazard Parties. I see a problem though in the behavior of people. Some visitors take this is „anything goes“ moment and powered up by drugs they forget everything. I don’t want an incident in my own apartment. Do you think that a strict - no drugs - biohazard breeding party would work?

Part 3 It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m lying on my couch swiping through the apps again. It is the first day I won’t be meeting Doctor John as he is out of town this afternoon. We have been fucking for five days straight now, but it is still too early to know if the gift has been received properly. My new profile picture has changed the types of men, who contact me completely. Some regulars have blocked me and others I considered out of my reach are applauding my new bug chasing lifestyle. Also, a lot of blank profiles have been messaging me, sending me photos of their biohazard tattoos and encouraging me to get one, when I have earned it. One message is puzzling me; it shows another headless torso with a colourful biohazard tattoo on the man’s chest. But that’s not the tattoo catching my eye, it is the tattoo of a feather on the man’s left wrist. I know this tattoo; I definitely have seen it before but just cannot figure out to whom it belongs to. I decided to write to him and ask directly if I knew him. ‘Hi PozLoader, how are you? Your tattoos are great. But I must ask, do you know me? I seem to recognise your feather tattoo.’ The headless torso profile is typing. ‘Yes, you know me and I know you, Mike. I also know that the cock your sucking in the picture is the one of Doctor John… my gift giver.’ I read those last three words again ‘my gift giver’, so Doctor John has converted others before me. Of course he has, he never questioned my desire for his poz loads, a desire he apparently has seen in men’s eyes before me. My cock is standing for attention and is almost bursting through my boxers. I need to know more. A new message arrives from PozLoader with a single picture in it. It shows Doctor John fucking him in the same chair, he fucked me three days earlier and as I see the blissful face recognition kicks in. ‘Oh wow, now I remember you, you are his nurse. What was your name Patrick, right?’ ‘Well, I didn’t think you would ever remember as you could look me barely in the eyes, when I tested your cock and ass. But I guess now, you will look at me differently.’ As I was writing my response a message from Doctor John aka HazardlyGifted arrives. Without finishing my answer to Patrick, I open the message and see the short demand ‘Tonight, 9 pm, my office’. My cock is twitching in excitement as my evening suddenly became interesting. I went back to the chat with Patrick, but he has gone offline and my answer feels unnecessary, so I closed the app. Stroking my cock and dreaming of yet another fuck with Doctor John, I wank my self into an afternoon nap. I’m standing in front of Doctor John’s office; there is no light anywhere. I pull the door open and enter the empty reception. Slowly, I make my way through the waiting room to the different consultation rooms. But all of them are either locked or empty. As I wonder if I’m alone a voice calls out for me, but it’s not Doctor John. ‘Mike we are back here’ I follow the voice but have never been in this part of the building as a sign ‘Staff only’ prohibits to enter. I push through that door and see light in one of the rooms at the end of a corridor. I head towards it and wonder what will await me behind it and who has called me. As I walked down the corridor, I realised that the voice was talking about ‘we’, which could only mean I would not be meeting Doctor John alone. I reach the lighted office, open the door and enter slowly. In the room are Doctor John, Patrick and a man I don’t know. All of them naked, all of them wearing a metal cock ring and all of them proudly carrying a biohazard tattoo on their skin. All of them gazing at me with predatory lust. ‘Mike come in and close the door’ Doctor John demands in his usual rough voice. ‘Today, we will have a little help to make sure you receive the gift you grave.’ Doctor John introduces me to the unknown man, whose name is Liam. Apparently, Liam is another doctor, who was also the original gift giver of Doctor John. Despite my apparent arousal I connect the dots and understand, that Doctor John, Patrick and Liam are not only all poz, but also that they share the same origin. Before me is a brotherhood of poz men, who are willing to invite me in. I understand the importance of this meeting, so I take my time to take it all in. Despite Doctor John’s ripped body taking centre stage, Patrick and Liam are impressive men on their own. Patrick has the body of a swimmer, I guess he is not much older than me, perhaps even a bit younger, there is no hair on his body, and I can only imagine how muscular his ass is. Liam on the other hand is older than the rest of us, probably in his early 50s. But he looks hot, the silver daddy fantasy becomes a reality with this man. His piercing blue eyes and salt and pepper body hair remind me of a husky ready to attack, but I’m not sure I can handle his weapon. Liam’s cock is even bigger than Doctor John’s and not only in length, but girth as well. His biohazard tattoo is right there, on this magnificent cock, which is crowned with a Prince Albert piercing. I swallow hard. ‘Come’ Liam breaks the silence ‘have a seat’ For the first time I take in the room and a large couch is behind the three naked men. As I want to step forward, Doctor John shakes his head and I understand. I take my clothes off and with a precum dripping hard on I walk over to the couch, feeling Liam's hand on my lower back to guide me. I sit between Liam and Patrick, with Liam's hand firmly on my thigh. ‘So, tell me Mike are you really willing to take our toxic poz cum?’ Liam asks with a smile ‘Yes, I am. I want your poz loads deep inside me’ I keep my eyes on Liam, while my hand is slowly wandering to Patrick’s cock. ‘Good’ Liam answers as he pats my face. His hand wanders to my neck and with a determined grip he guides my head to his impressive cock. As I take his pierced cock into my mouth, I shift my body, so that I kneel before Liam, but my ass is presented and ready for Patrick. Liam starts to push my head down more forcefully, while Patrick has started to rim my ass. The sensation of having those two beautiful poz men frame me is exhilarating and my precum is already leaking onto the couch. Liam grabs my hair and pulls me off his cock, the domination unquestionable. He looks at me in the eyes and kisses me with force. After he stops the kiss, his gaze wanders to Patrick giving him permission to open me up. Patrick’s cock is positioned at my wet hole, but he has not pushed himself inside me yet. I feel the warm of his poz cock and some precum against my hole and push my ass back to signal my eagerness for him to finally fill me up. He repositions himself slightly, takes some of my leaked precum of the couch and lubes his cock with it. With a slow thrust the head of his poz cock is entering me easily. I moan loudly as Liam leaves his place, Doctor John takes it instead and positions himself in front of me. Within seconds Doctor John’s cock is fucking my mouth forcefully and I have difficulties to take it all in. Patrick increases his rhythm and thrusts deeper inside, his cock stretching my hole slowly. My mind wanders to the image of two poz men fucking me simultaneously, this mental image drives me over the edge, and I shoot my first load onto the couch. But Patrick and Doctor John don’t even react, they just keep spit roasting me until Patrick shoots his toxic load inside me. ‘This is you first poz cum tonight, Mike.’ Patrick says, ‘It won’t be your last’ Patrick’s cock slides out of my hole and Doctor John is already changing places with Patrick so that he can add his poz load to today's collection. But he decides to switch positions all together and pushes me onto my back, spreading my legs with his body and thrusting his cock inside me missionary style. My body reacts to Doctor John’s cock immediately, the familiarity establishing another kind of sex. As he pushes deeper inside me and I grab his ass to pull him closer, the silver ring of Liam’s cock comes into my vision. I open my mouth and the metal hits my tongue a second time, but this time my throat is prepared, with a slight tilt of my head to the left Liam manages to push almost half of his cock into my mouth, apparently I still have a long way to go, before I will be able to take it completely. I feel Liam’s toxic precum hitting my throat and lick every little drop with insatiable hunger. In the meantime, Doctor John has thrust himself close to shooting his poz load inside me. ‘Mike, this load is just for you. Remember to keep every drop, don’t lose my gift’ Doctor John shoots his toxic load explosively and it takes him almost 30 seconds until his last drop enters my hole. ‘Well, now that you are prepared it’s time for the big finish’ I hear the voice of Liam close to my ear ‘Let’s hope you will be a member of our toxic brotherhood after that’ Liam takes my hand and guides me to a standing position. He takes a seat in the middle of the couch and signals to me to take a seat on top of him. His intimidating cock already waiting to be enveloped. I stand above Liam and slowly lower myself down onto his lap and cock. The moment his Prince Albert piercing hits my hole I know, this will be different. ‘Are you ready to take the original poz load, the one that converted your gift giver?’ ‘Oh, yeah, please let me have your toxic cum. I want it deep inside me’ ‘Your wish is my command’ Liam grabs my hips to steady me and guide me to his cock. But when the piercing passes through my first ring he tightens his grip and pushes me onto him hard. I moan in a mixture of ecstasy, pain and surprise. I lose all control and come again, this time on the chest of Liam. This cock is another ball game, Doctor John is big, but this one is massive. I feel how my body tries to accommodate the new poz guest and after a few breaths my hole stretches enough that the thrusting becomes pleasurable. I start to ride Liam and with increased rhythm I notice that his cock is starting to pulsate. I know this already from Doctor John’s cock, the sure sign of an oncoming climax. Liam grabs my hips hard, while I ride his poz pierced cock and with a loud moan he shoots his poz load deep inside me. ‘Take every toxic drop. Mike, take the gift’ Liam collapses, but his cock remains inside me. I kiss him instinctively and he pulls me towards him. Suddenly, I feel Doctor John and Patrick sitting next to us, framing Liam and me. ‘Well, now I have taken several toxic loads from Doctor John and one from each of you. I guess it is time, I started looking for a tattoo artist’ We laugh, as we are sitting there, four naked, sex-crazed men, two with biohazard tattoos on full display, one with his buried deep and me, being hopefully at the beginning of my poz journey.

This is co-written with and inspired by BoiFagBarbie. I have tried to obey the rules and post correctly. We appreciate this site as the only place a story like this can be shared. The main character identifies throughout as male and so this seems the right place to post. The story is multi-part and has been completed - it will be updated every day or two. *** Chapter 1 - Honor thy father and Mother. He tried to get the angle exactly right. Just perfect to show a glimpse of his face as well as his cute little outfit. He wanted this picture to look perfect and to capture exactly who he was. The essence of his appearance and of his personality. Much of it, he knew, was unnecessary effort. This picture was amongst those destined for a certain location, to be seen by a certain audience. They might notice what he was wearing or his haircut or his face but their main attention would undoubtedly be focused on the sweet curve of his butt. The perfectly unused and insanely tempting invitation of his boi pussy pointed right at the lens. A red rag to a whole forum full of bulls, a promise of pleasure or revenge or desecration - whatever they wanted from him. Whatever he desperately desired from them. He already knew what their reaction would be. Some would just look and enjoy, some would press the icon signalling their approval and a few would private message him their filthy, sometimes positively depraved, thoughts. More would just wank their hard cocks to his image, shoot their heavy loads of cum at the idea of breaking his cute little cherry hole. Just the thought made him excited. All of that cum shot just for him. It was an exciting thought but also a sad one. That was wasted cum and not just any cum either. There was a reason that this forum was the only one that he had posted his pictures to. There was a reason that he particularly wanted to please these men, that he wanted to be a willing submissive bimbo boi pussy for these men. The same reason that when he dreamed of a Daddy, or Daddies, making him their hole then he always dreamt it was men from this forum. *** From the outside his life must have seemed perfect. In their small town his family lived in 'the big house'. His parents were caring in their way and he had certainly never wanted for anything. Except for genuine love, except for the recognition of just who he was as an individual. His parents had been fortunate - each had found his or her perfect companion. They thought alike, acted alike and believed alike. A couple in every sense of the word. It had always been that way. Only very recently had he come to consider if that had always been true, if it had been true before he had been around. Had his father really found a woman perfectly suited to him or had his mother been moulded by his father until she perfectly fulfilled the role he desired for her? Just as now the two of them were going all out to mould him into the 'perfect son'. Whatever he himself might or might not desire - whoever he himself really was. His parents were very prominent in their local church and very prominent in their County's brand of rural ultra-religious Conservatism. The Good Book guided their lives and should guide the lives of everyone - at least those sections of it that they liked. 'Honor thy Father and Mother' most definitely fitted into that category and so did the perceived prohibitions against homosexuality. That Book was mined for prohibitions against most anything his parents didn't like. Once you made something fit then the need to explain or persuade magically went away. The Bible said it and that was that. His parents had all the prejudices of their kind. They hated liberals and feminists while they despised ethnic minorities. His father had read plenty of old tracts - from back when the Bible was King James and they knew how to understand it. Back when they saw slavery as a divinely-ordained institution. Maybe his father wouldn't go that far, at least in public, but for the old man equal rights were as ridiculous for 'them' as they were for women. It was probably just as well that in their town Black folks didn't stay along and womenfolk knew their place or got out. There were a few Democrat types still there to judge by the voting records but they kept real quiet about it. Such prejudices were neither here nor there - they found little expression in a town and a County so whitebread it fitted their worldview perfectly. The outside world made little impression save to show up on their TV News (Fox or Newsmax only of course) and to confirm their prejudices. Then, of course, there were the sodomites. If his parents and their society hated or despised other groups then it was nothing compared to the depth of their antipathy towards Gays and Trans people. He couldn't remember a time when his father hadn't raged against such unnatural perversions. When that fount of Biblical knowledge hadn't quoted the old rules, hadn't yearned for a leader who could clense their nation of such abominations. Were his parents really so blind or was it just that they refused to see? Back in school when such things had first become an issue the other boys had been chasing girls but somehow that hadn't captured his attention. He'd been more interested in Mr Lawson, the rugged ex-Marine who was their gym teacher. He had to have been in his early fifties but he still kept himself fit. The male body, especially the teenage one, was blatant in revealing what it found attractive. Thinking of Mr Lawson he would have a raging boner in his shorts, something he could only hide because he was rather small down there, thinking of the girls not so much. It wasn't like he didn't get plenty of opportunities. He was an attractive young man, retaining a boyish or even slightly androgynous charm. Some of the girls went for the 'bad boys' but plenty more seemed interested in the 'pretty boy' of the class. It would have been so much easier if he could have responded to that interest but he could not. When he had 'those' dreams they were not of him with a girl. They were of him with Mr Lawson or even better with Mr Lawson and some of his older, rougher, veteran friends. People noticed that he didn't have a girlfriend of course. He was put down as a late developer by most. Some others called him some nasty names but he understood that they didn't really believe what they said. He was his father's son. It was inconceivable that he could really be a fag. He obviously just hadn't met the right girl yet. He had almost convinced himself they were right. Even when he was past eighteen years old, going to the local Christian College and still hadn't met her. Despite having a severe crush on the College grounds man - a big bearded muscular man in his late forties who sometimes smelled of whiskey and whose skin was tanned by his outdoors work. Not that he did anything about the crush of course - to be found out would be expulsion, humiliation and maybe worse. Anyway the groundsman had a wife and five kids. Later he would admit it was the type rather than the individual that attracted him. The undeniably male type. He understood that fully when those college days provided the one great education that he obtained there. He discovered just what the internet could offer a young man like him. ***

I am a big fan of Brandts Boys. Hot guys. Hairy guys. They all seem to like each other. Dies anyone know if they're still doing porn? I wish I had more of their videos.

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Aggressive and assertive are not the same thing. i understand some like aggressive, force, bullying, being treated like meat, etc., etc.. But that is an individual choice, We're all individuals and there is no standard Top, bottom or versatile, those are just labels we use to identify, we only learn each others individual interpretations of those labels through communication and experiencing each other. i have a gym sculpted, solid muscled FB Who's been breeding me 3-4x a week for six years. He's big and strong and pounds me hard when He fucks, but he is not aggressive, He's assertive. He's sensitive and affectionate in an assertive way. He has told me that He loves to "bitch" me. The way He touches and holds me while He is fucking me is very controlling, but not in an aggressive way. He is not mean or forceful, not a bully. i identify as bottom with a fair amount of sub. There are a lot of tops/doms who would disagree, and there are tops/doms who have loved and wanted me, and would reject the guy who just wants to be meat or trash. Again, we're all different. To me, the 22 year old you describe is an immature, selfish, clueless kid. Personally, i would not give him the time of day. Bottoming for me is not solely about the physical act, it's about connecting with another guy who wants to penetrate, fuck and breed me as much as i want Him to penetrate, fuck and breed me. It's the exercise of mutual need/want. my perception of a top/dom who has to force or bully is they are weak and insecure, trying to prove something to their self. This is only my take, i'm not turning it into a universal standard. This is why i won't have sex with this kind of guy, we are not compatible and i will not submit to him because sex with him would not be connection with him, and that is a big part of sex for me.

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I totally agree. Years ago I worked with a guy who was a real shithead to everyone he worked with and he was extremely hated by most everyone there. He bragged about it as well as how shitty he treated the women he dated. He particularly disliked me since I gave him back all the disrespect he had for me and we almost came to blows a few times. He didn't have a car and he was dependent on other people for rides back and forth to work, which was a real problem for him since he didn't have enough friends to fill a teacup. Eventually he got around to asking me for a ride home. I didn't want to do it, but a part of me felt sorry for him, so I did. I stopped in the parking lot of his apartment building, waiting for him to get out of my car. When he did he kind of leaned in the door of my car for a little too long without saying anything. He just looked at me like he expected me to say something. It was pretty obvious and he confirmed it by finally asking if I wanted to come inside for "a beer." Sure enough, within a few minutes I was down on my knees in his living room with his balls slapping my chin. He didn't even ask nicely, didn't really offer me a beer, after a few awkward minutes he just dropped his pants and asked if I sucked dick. It was definitely sexy to be sucking off a guy who we didn't like each other and he took out his frustrations with me by pounding my throat and shooting a huge load in my mouth. He basically spent the whole blowjob calling me a fag and telling me he wasn't surprised I was a cocksucker. Unfortunately, it only happened once. He was such an irritating person he managed to get fired a week or so after that. It was too bad since his cock and cum were delicious.

I have some humble cum load goals this year: 1. Beat my record of 4 loads taken in a night 2. Take 60 loads by the end of the year Small goals for some, but ambitious for me and will be fun to try and meet

Hi. Partner and I host House parties 4 x year: covid willing. We have our next one on June 25th. We often have 40 or more at our previous parties. I work had to get a nice mix of tops, bottoms and versatile to attend. We have several play areas and sex slings.

7. That was the first night I spent with Sir. He fucked me four more times and eventually we fell asleep with his soft cock nestled between my cheeks. The next morning I woke, with his big arms wrapped around me tight and his morning wood sliding slowly in and out of my open cunt. I pushed back on his cock and moaned. “You’re awake. Good.” With that he began to fuck me in earnest. Quick, hard, deep thrusts, opening my guts up again. I was putty in his hands. I would have done anything for him. This was not meant to be a long fuck. Sir built up to a quick jackhammer and pumped yet another load into me in probably ten minutes. Then he pulled out and kissed my neck. “I have to get ready for work. You just lay there for a bit. I’m going to send you out to your first appointment soon.” I lay on Sir’s bed, a drop of cum leaking from my hole, and for the first time in days stroked my leaking cock. I just lay there, breathing in the lingering smell of musk and sex, slowly jerking myself off. I had no intention of cuming, I just couldn’t help but bask in the afterglow of the hedonistic pleasure I was feeling. When Sir came back in the room he smiled at me. “How do you feel pig,” he asked as he tugged on a pair of briefs. “Honestly Sir, horny as fuck.” He laughed. “Good.” I watched him get dressed. He was just as perfect in a suit as he was naked. I think that’s the first moment I knew I loved him. “So, here’s how today is going to go. First stop will be a friend of mine close by, and no you don’t know him yet. You’re going to go, service my friend, and then you can do whatever you want with your day. Now here’s the fun and exciting part. At any point today I may text you an address, and without question you are to go to that address and service whoever is there. You will drop whatever you are doing. The one excepting…” he grinned, “is if you’re busy taking a load. In which case you will send me a picture or video of you being used. All of my friends will video you as well,” he added as an afterthought. “Yes, Sir!” A big drop of precum oozed from my cock. “Good, now get dressed. You’ve got work to do.” I dressed without showering, Sir said that I’d have time for that after my “appointment.” Then he texted me the address and he kissed me at the door before I left to go service his friend. The address Sir sent me was about half way back to my apartment, and not too far from Rex’s place either. I wondered if he was home, and messaged him on Scruff before ringing the bell at this strangers apartment. The building was high-end and spacious, one of those complete remodels of an old prewar building. I took the elevator up to the top floor, and took a deep breath. As much as I had felt like a slut yesterday having men come to my apartment to use me this was different. I was being sent to service someone and I knew nothing about them. I felt like a whore. I was hard as a rock. Just before I knocked on the stranger’s door Rex responded to me saying he was working but would love to give me another load in the afternoon. Excited by that prospect, I took a deep breath and knocked. The door was opened almost immediately, and a big man wearing nothing but a towel stood inside. He ushered me quickly inside and having closed the door dropped the towel. “Good, you’re here,” he said, “I don’t have a lot of time this morning so strip and follow me.” I shed my clothes next to the front door and followed him into the bedroom. He led me through to the big brightly lit bathroom just off the bedroom and motioned for me to get in the big multi-person walk in shower. “I’ve gotta piss like a race horse before I seed your cunt, on your knees pig.” I’d never drank a guy’s piss before, I’d never done anything terribly kinky before, but I wanted to make Sir happy and that meant making this man happy. I got on my knees and opened my mouth. “Good pig.” The guy aimed his soft dick at my mouth, closed his eyes, and started to piss. At first he missed and covered my chest, then he corrected and filled my mouth. I started to swallow the salty mixture. It was hot in my mouth, and acidic, but it also was erotic, the [banned word] made it sexy. I gulped down the strangers piss, and my cock throbbed as I did it. He hadn’t been kidding about needing to piss like a race horse. My stomach felt full when he finally stopped and slapped his dick on my lips. I opened my mouth, licked the last drop of piss from his head and started to suck him hard. “Fuck, Mike’s gonna be happy with you.” The man’s fingers twisted into my hair holding me in place as he started to fuck my throat. His dick quickly hardened. He was nowhere near as big as Sir but his cock was fat. I had to strain my jaw to keep my teeth away from his cock as it grew in my mouth. Thankfully he didn’t seem that interested in a blow job, as soon as his cock was completely hard he pulled out of my mouth. “Flip over cunt.” I got on all fours and stuck my ass in the air, my face inches from a puddle of piss on the shower floor. He pushed me forward do my face was resting on the floor and spit into my hole. Then he slid inside of me. I let out a sigh as his fat head stretched my hole open and he sunk into my wet guts. “Fuck, Mike wasn’t kidding. You’ve got a sweet fucking cunt,” he said slowly fucking me. “If he doesn’t keep you I just might.” “Thank you, Sir.” I got the feeling he normally had to go slowly with guys to let them get use to his girth, but with all the dick I had taken over the last two days I blossomed open for him in no time. He was soon deep dicking me, his cock hitting against my second hole. He kept spanking my ass as he slid in and out, I was sure he had left a hand print. The dick was so good though that I didn’t care. I was back to being a fuck hole. “Use me Sir. Please fuck me. Make me your hole. Breed my cunt,” I groaned as he fucked me. “I’m gonna breed your cunt while you’re face down in my piss boy,” he grunted back. He started to really slam into me, pushing my face into the piss covered tile floor over and over. I struggled to keep myself upright on the slick floor, till finally with a shout he slammed in once more times and bred me. I sighed as he added his load to the others sloshing around in me. I felt at peace. The man didn’t wait around long, he pulled out before his cock had completely softened, and then tossed me a towel. “Clean up quick pig. I have a meeting to get to.” I toweled off and went to go get my clothes. The man started to dress into a suit in the bedroom. Just before I left he said “I’ll tell Mike that you did a great job boy. And I’m sure he’ll love the video from my security camera.” My heart soared and my cock throbbed a little. Sir would be pleased.