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The week couldn't go by quick enough. By Thursday I was out of my mind and horny and fuck. Daddy also added another condition. He didn't allow me to touch myself or him. He said he wanted me feral for Saturday so I would be fertile for his sperm. My knees weekend and my ass squeezed when he said that. Feeling frisky I wore my shorter shorts to work. I knew the Professor liked me wearing shorts and these were short but still doable at school. Maybe 3-4" inseam but they were a bit tight. He clearly noticed and I could feel him stare at me at meetings. I was also checking out his thick meat when he first walked in wearing those tight spandex cycling shorts. He looked so hot in those. When I was doing some filing in the afternoon after class he came up from behind me and rubbed his thick cock against my ass. My ass automatically pushed back on his meat. Then I felt his finger under my shorts and underwear into my asshole. He pushed in deep quickly and hit my prostate. I tried not to make a noise. I started to breathe hard and he started to work my hole. It felt so good my body pushed back but I knew if I kept this up I would cum soon. I got my strength and tried to stand up and pull away but his other hand was on my shoulder and kept me where I was. I didn't know what to do. I could feel my cock leaking. "Your pussy is sucking on my finger. Fuck you are so horny aren't you boy" Professor whispered in my ear. I couldn't move and he was working my ass good. The only thing I could do was push come books off a nearby shelf. It made a loud thump which created some commotion in the office. "Dan you ok back there" the office secretary said and I could hear her heels walking towards the back. The Professor pulled out his finger and walked away and I stood up quickly. He walked passed her. "Everything is ok, he just pushed over some books by accident. He is fine" the Professor told her She walked back to the front. I looked down and I had a wet spot on the front of my shorts. I cleaned up the books and then sat back down at my desk. Whew that was close I thought. I just need to get to Saturday. After work I decided to go for a swim at the pool. I put on my speedos and jumped in. The pool had a few other guys doing laps. I swam laps for about 20 minutes. It helped to calm me down and focus. I got out of the pool and went into the shower. There was a older guy in their taking a shower and I started to shower too. I kept showering and felt eyes on me. I turned and he was looking at me rinsing off. He smiled and I politely smiled back. As he was lathering his front he stroked his meat and it was semihard. I tried not to look. I kept showering and finished before him. I dried off and got dressed then went to use the bathroom. As I walked out he was getting dressed and wearing spandex briefs which outlined his semihard cock. "I haven't see you around here before. I am Ray" he said holding out his hand. "Hi I am Dan. I am kind of new here and only been here once before." I said He held onto my hand. "You have a nice stroke. You do competitive swimming?" he said "In high school. I just do it to exercise and relax now" I said "I coach the team here if you are interested" he said finally releasing my hand. I could see his cock getting hard. He noticed my sneak look. "There is a team here?" I asked "Yes there is. Its small and we are looking for new guys. We mostly compete with the other community colleges in the area." he said "If you want here is my card and email. I also teach here. It's not super serious. We practice 3x per week and compete once a month." he said I took the card. "Looks like you spilled or leaked something" he said pointing to my shorts which still had the precum stain on the front. "Oh yeah thanks. From my drink earlier. I gotta run." I said and walked away. I was off to meet some friends for drinks and pizza. I couldn't imagine how I missed all these men before. Did I get hit on and not notice or maybe they sense I might be interested now that I have had sex with other men. It seems there are so many more gay men around me than I thought. And I have to admit to myself sexy ones too. I felt sexy and beautiful for some reason and my cock got hard. What have I been missing all this time I thought to myself. I met up with my friends. They also brought out some of their other friends to hang out. There was a mix of guys and gals. There were also two openly gay guys around my age but a little older maybe 20 yrs old or so. We drank and ate and we all talked. They were all cool and fun. One of the gay guys was looking me over. I pretended I didn't see it. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Rick. It looks like he was with other men and women around his age and some a little younger. He saw me and I didn't know what to do. I waved nonchalantly and then went back to the people I was talking with who were the friends of my friends including the two gay guys, one other guy his gf. Rick waved back. "Who is that guy you waved to" one of the gf asked. "My landlord" I said "Oh cool. He comes to college town" she said "I guess. I have never seen him here before. Looks like work people" I said "He's handsome" one of the gay guys said, I think his name was Chris "Really?" the guys gf whose name I think was Stef "Hmmm I can see that but not my type" the other gay guy said his name I think was Lane They all looked at me." I don't know he is just my landlord. I pay rent." I said "Yeah he is hot. Not your normal model handsome but something sexy about him. Very primal and nasty." said Chris "Nah not my type but I like more bear daddy types" he said "I am not sure I would say he is handsome but I guess I could see how that is someone's type", Stef said I thought yes he was handsome and sexy. You have no idea how sexy he is. We carried on for the night and then some of us went to another bar. Chris, Stef and her bf and Lane stayed behind. I finally got home at 11pm. I changed clothes and went to use the bathroom. I hear noises coming from Rick's room. I walked over quietly and peeked in. It was Chris on his back being fucked by Rick. I pulled back so he wouldn't see me. How did this happen. "Ohhhh fuck me Rick please" I heard Chris moan. I could hear Rick slap against his ass pummeling him. My ass started to tighten hearing that sound. My cock started to get hard. My hand went to my cock but I stopped from stroking. "Yeah you want Daddy's seed in you don't you. Beg for it bitch" Rick said "Ohhh yes Daddy fuck me with your POZ seed." he said "Yeah your a dirty whore sucking my cock while I was taking a leak." Rick said WTF did I just hear???? "Yes I knew I wanted you when I saw you" Chris moaned "Yeah your a sloppys slut. You have a loose hole boy" Rick said pounding into him "Here it comes bitch. Your poz load" Rick said "Ahhhh yes" said Chris. I peeked back in and could see him shooting all over. Rick kept fucking him and I could hear them kiss and make out. Then I heard. "OMG I cant believe I took a POZ load" I heard Chris say "Yeah boy you know you wanted it. You begged for it in the bathroom. I told you I was POZ" Rick replied "I never thought I would go thru with it" Chris said "Its okay I might take and it might not" Rick said I heard them kiss more than I heard someone get up. "I need to go. Thank you for tonight it was hot." Chris said I quietly walked back to my room quickly and turned off the light. I heard Chris leave. I lay in bed thinking of what I just heard and what happened.

I went to work and got in around 7:45 am. Professor Post walked in right after me and was in his cycling shorts sporting his huge meat. He smiled at me catching a glance. "I could smell your taint the other day. When I pulled my fingers out of your cunt it smelled so ripe. Like you are ovulating. I can smell how horny you are" he said coming up from behind and grabbing my ass. I could smell him too. His strong manly scent was intoxicating. His hands worked their way around my nipples and started to play with them. I melted and leaned back into his chest. My hand on its own worked to stroke his huge meat now hard pushing thru the thin spandex. The door opened and it was another co-worker who came in early. We were in the back by the kitchen so they couldn't see us. How could he know how horny I was just from my scent. I could feel me ass convulsing. I went back to my desk and did my work. I finished work early and grabbed some food at the cafe on campus before going to class. The guy who took my order was an older guy in his early 40's with a buzz cut and earrings. He smiled at me as I was trying to decide. I apologized and he said to take my time smiling at me. I ordered a bagel and coffee. He asked for my name and wrote it on the cup. He was looking me up and down and smiling. I was in a tshirt and my running shorts. Today it was my light grey and they were 3" inseam so a little short today. He brought my food out to the table. The cafe was empty as most people were in class. He was in a ripped jeans shorts down to his mid thigh, tight shirt and boots. "Here you go Dan" he said looking down at my crotch while placing my food down on the table. I could see his cock pushing thru his shorts. He kept staring at me and looking at my crotch. As I was sitting down my shorts creeped up my leg so high the head of my cock was pointing out and there was some precum on my leg probably from earlier in the office. "Oh sorry" I said pulling down my shorts "Don't apologize Dan. You are so nice on the eyes" he said. His back was to the counter and he grabbed his cock and rubbed it in front of my eyes. "Maybe we can grab coffee sometime" he said "Or if you want sometimes I like to meet up at the Hamilton basement, if you know what I mean" he said leaning into me. "You smell good" he said "Catch you later Dan" he said walking away. My cock was rock hard now. I ate my bagel and drank my coffee. As I ate I searched Hamilton building on campus and then basement. Nothing came up other than a map. Then I added gay men. Then bathroom gloryhole came up. Some posts on reddit that that bathroom and others in certain building on certain floors were places to hook up. Hamilton was listed as the sleaziest. I was intrigued and aroused. After class I went to use the bathroom. As I was at the urinal another guy came by, maybe early 30's. He wasn't peeing. He looked over at me and I at him. As I zipped up and looked over he was stroking a nice hard 7" cock. I just washed my hands and left. OMG what is going on in my life. All these men hitting on me.

I woke up the next morning and showered and ready for work and class. I was in the kitchen getting coffee and Rick came our dressed. "Good morning" I said "Good morning" Rick said back "Sorry if I woke you last night" Rick continued "Yeah no problem. A bit close to home but all good" I replied "Sorry I wasn't there to hook up. My co-workers wanted to go there. And he followed me into the bathroom and was quite aggressive" Rick said apologetically. "He really came up next to me in the urinal and kept checking me out and even reached over to grab a feel. So I took him into a stall and made him blow me off. He then begged me to fuck him bare. I told him I was POZ and he said yes" Rick went on "People started to come into the bathroom and told him not there and to come over to the house. Its not like we were at a gay cruise bar" He went on "Yeah ok just not mention to him about us please" I said "Of course. You not out to your friends yet?" Rick said "Or not sure where you are at" he went on "I think I know where I am at right now. I just realized it when I went to the health clinic" I said moving close to Rick and cozying up to him "I think right now I am gay. I am so attracted to you and want you so bad to be with you. I love the way you make me feel. I also notice more men now and actually how many flirt with me now. I never realized this in the past. Maybe it happened and I never knew or it's just happening to me now. I don't want to be with any women, only men and mainly you." I said "I am attracted to you my young beautiful Dan. I will guide you, protect you, help you push boundaries to your new life and new pleasures. Some may feel uncomfortable at first kind of like the first time I touched you but even more pleasureful for you" Rick said as he put his arm around me and kissed me. Our mouths opened and explored each other. "I guess I was also jealous of him that you were fucking him and not me" I said looking down. "I know it must have been difficult. I bet your pussy is aching for Daddys cock and hot poz cum" he said grabbing my ass. I could feel my ass clinch to his words. "Yes it is" I replied "Don't worry soon enough." Rick said "I gotta get going. I might work late so have a good night boy" Rick said. He kissed me and left. I stood there with a hard cock and my ass pulsing.

I got home. I went into my room and changed into shorts and tshirt. I went into the kitchen to get some water and Rick came out of his bedroom. He was in his thin white shorts and tank top. "Good evening boy. You have a fun night?" he said "Hi Daddy. Yes it was a fine." I said "Why so gloomy?" he asked "I just miss you and can't wait for tomorrow and..." I said "....you fuck that kid?" I continued He laughed, "No boy. He was a no show." he said I smiled" Good. I want those balls full of your seed Daddy so you can knock me up tomorrow" I said nuzzling up to him and grabbing his semihard cock thru his thin shorts. He leaned down and kissed me. "I could take you right now" he said "Please I want that so bad Daddy" I replied He grabbed my ass as he kissed my and stuck one of his fingers up my hole. My ass squeezed it. He pulled out his finger and tasted it. "Fuck boy you are wet down there and I can smell your taint. Your horny aren't you." he said his hands all over my ass "yes Daddy I am so horny right now. I want you to fuck me so much my ass is wet" I said "Your what" he said "My pussy is wet for your cock" I said "That's right you have a pussy now boy. A cunt for breeding. I am going to breed you tomorrow night. Remember what I said. We want to make sure I am the one to knock you up right." he said "Yes Daddy. I want you to be the father of my baby" I said looking into his eyes and he leaned down and kissed me so tenderly. He made me feel so good. So secure, beautiful, sexy, wanted. No judgement. And he helped me explore my sexuality and my body and it's needs and desires. "I plan to. Now tell me about your day" he said I told him about going to the bathroom and the gloryholes there. Then how I got felt up and sucked more cock at the bar. I told the how some of the men could smell my cunt and I was "ovulating" and horny. I told him that was weird cause I am not a woman and how could they smell my ass. I corrected myself and said pussy. "Cause they can. Our bodies emit certain smells and pheromones especially when we are horny both men and women. You can have a certain smell some men especially tops who fuck a lot of guys. We can smell when a bottom is horny. " he said He went on to explain how he can tell when he is with another man. "I guess so. I am so horny. When the guys fingered my my pussy just started to throb and grab their finger. They told me that I was sucking it in. Then they smelled their finger." I said. My cock was rock hard and leaking with all this talk. Rick then took me to the couch bent me over and took off my shorts. He then leaned and inhaled my ass. "Fuck boy your scent is strong"he said He played with my hole just inside my opening. "Fuck boy you are wet." he said Then he dived in and started to eat me out. I moaned loudly and pushed back on his mouth. He ate me and fingered my for only a minute but I almost came. He pulled off my ass. "That's enough boy. I might jump on you and fuck you right now but we need to make sure you are not already pregnant." he said and slapped my ass and stood up. My cock leaked precum all over the couch and I licked it up. He kissed me and said to go to bed and wished me pleasant dreams. How could I sleep now?

"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.

I stayed there and rubbed my cock thru my shorts. About 5 minutes later another guy walked in. He had a body odor smell. He stuck his cock thru and my eyes opened wide. It was a thick 8" black cock. He smelled dirty but his cock was gorgeous. He might have been homeless. The campus has a few there. They don't bother anyone and they usually keep to themselves. They use campus showers and bathrooms. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked him. He started to moan. I tasted his salty and grime on his cock. I started to deep throat him and he started to buck and moan. "Uhhh fuck. Damn faggot you got a nice throat." he said as he started to push against the divider. He cock reaching my tonsils he was so long. I kept sucking him. He started to leak a lot of precum. I kept at it sucking his huge thick meat. "Fuck bitch giving me your pussy. I know how to make it feel good" he said "No sorry just sucking tonight" I said "Alright have it your way. You are missing out" he said He started to pump down my throat. After a few minutes he started to moan loudly and said "Here it comes bitch" as he started to spurt huge cum into my mouth. Between his size and the amount of cum I some of it started to leak out of my mouth. I caught it was my hand and swallowed and put it back on his cock and sucked it all up. "Damn you one cum whore aren't you" he said moaning and still hard and pushing thru the hole. I was amazed after cumming and me kept sucking him he kept hard and pushing thru. I could also taste cum leak from his cock. After another 5 minutes he moaned and started to cum again. Granted not as much but another 3-4 spurts of cum. I just sucked, tasted and swallowed. "Damn bitch you are one fucking cum whore" he said He pulled back zipped up and left. I licked my lips and fingers of his cum. I had sucked off two strangers, one who was homeless. I was still horny and also felt very alone. here in a men's bathroom on campus on a Friday night. What had my life become?

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.

I have always been a whore, and love to push myself further and further into the world of depravity. I have met many guys over the years that love to help me on that journey, and get their rocks off in the process. Jax was one of those guys, a total pig and beast of a man. 6’3”, surprisingly jacked for a semi truck driver. Hairy, covered in tattoos, thick and hung with an amazing 00g PA. And to top it off, a completely depraved pig. He was amazing! We first met a few years back when he stopped by a cumdump session I was hosting in a truckstop motel. He fucked me nice and good, loving how sloppy I was, and gave me two big loads. He was so impressed that he waited until I was done to get my info (what a gentlemen). We chatted and got to know each other over a bit of food in the diner. And after a great conversation he railed me one more time in the bathroom. We’d meetup for all kinds of wild fun from time to time. He was one of those aggressive bulls that loved to push me farther and farther. So one day he tells me to meet him at this truckstop, bring nothing, and to clear my next few days. I had no idea what to expect, but never say no to Jax. I’m there waiting when I see his truck pull up. Tells me strip and just waits for me. I start going, not minding if anyone else can see, and as I’m in only my jockstrap and socks, he tells me to stop and get in. Thankfully I picked a jockstrap that showed off all my ASSets that day! The wild weekend began with a road trip through Pennsylvania, just enjoying his spacious semi-truck cabin as we drove. The truck was our home for four days, a mobile playground of debauchery and filth. I had been down this road before, loving every second of it, but the allure of another round of non-stop action was too tempting to resist. He slammed me up, whipped out his already throbbing cock, and I got to work as he headed south. The open road stretching out before us, promising a weekend of unbridled pleasure and submission. From the moment we hit the highway, it was a blur of highs and lows, pleasure and pain. My toxic companion kept me high, constantly pushing me farther. He loved seeing me so exposed and waiting to be used. I was dressed in that jockstrap and socks only, the same outfit for the entire journey. The fabric grew damp with sweat and other fluids, a constant reminder of the debauched activities that filled our days and nights. I was in heaven, lost in a haze of desire and indulgence. He used me every chance he got and invited many others to do the same. The truck was a moving brothel, and I was the main attraction. We stopped at bathhouses and truck stops, where I was passed around like the cheap whore that i am. The men who used me were pigs, taking what they wanted without a second thought. On our second night, he got my insanely high and right there in a truckstop parking lot he let the men go at me. I waited ass up in the back as 22 different pigs climbed back to use me as they pleased. Each one took their turn, some long, hard, and brutal, others fast, cheap, and disgusting, but all of them using me for their pleasure, leaving me spent and sloppy. During the next day, I was fisted by the side of the highway, the rumble of passing trucks a constant backdrop to my moans. It was a scene of pure carnal abandon, the sun beating down on my bare skin as I was used and abused. Jax getting elbow deep as his muscular, hairy arms opened me up wider and wider. During a quick stop at a pay by the hour motel, the men who stopped were rough and uncaring, taking their pleasure without concern for mine. But in that moment, it was exactly what I wanted, what I craved. During one memorable stop, two particularly sexy fuckers pulled me out of the truck. They were massive, covered in tattoos, hairy and muscled, their cocks thick and ready. Right there in the back of a gas station, right by the dumpsters, they face-fucked me, their hands gripping my hair as they used my mouth back and forth. Jax and a few other men standing there, watching. Then, they spit-roasted me, switching between my mouth and ass, their movements synchronized to bring them both to the brink. When they were done, they made me suck their cocks clean, licking up every drop of their sloppy cum. As I waited there, happy and grateful used, they both started to piss on me, their hot streams marking me as their own. I enjoyed every drop By the end of the trip, I was a used and sloppy mess. My body ached from the constant use, but I was content, sated in a way that only such extreme experiences could provide. My toxic companion had kept me high the entire time, his chem piss continuing to push me farther and farther as I “helped him save time,” because I’m a caring companion on the road. It was a trip I would never forget, a wild ride of pleasure and pain, submission and indulgence. As we finally pulled back into Pennsylvania, he gave me one last use, loving how far he’d taken me. He kicked me out of his truck, still only in my jockstrap and socks, and drove away. As I stood their exhausted and smiling, I knew I would be back for more, always craving the next fix of this twisted, debauched lifestyle. But in the meantime, I had to introduce myself to the three burly truck drivers in the parking lot who were smiling and licking their lips…

I finally fell asleep and woke up the next morning. I was both excited and nervous. Excited that I would get fucked by Rick and have him impregnate me with his see. Nervous of the thought of getting HIV. And also nervous in that I might test positive and Rick would want me less. I had all these conflicting feelings and felt a knot in my stomach. I got up, took a shower and got dressed. I made coffee and something to eat. I went to check in on Rick to see if he wanted breakfast but he was gone. I ate breakfast and set up my appointment for my test. I think because I was so horny and also emotions about the end of the week I forgot to actually set up my test. The on campus was booked. The other clinic that has the right test was on the other side of town and they had a 5pm opening. After setting up the appointment online I started to do stuff around the house. I did laundry, cleaned the pool and cleaned the bathroom. It was around lunchtime and Rick texted me he picked up lunch and was coming home. He came home just after 12:30p and ate lunch. "You are a little quiet. You ok?" I said "Yeah" I replied "What's going on" he said "I am thinking about later today" I said "What about it. Tell me. You look stressed." he said "I am just nervous and excited. I think more nervous. I am worried about getting HIV. I am also worried about my test. What if I test positive? Will you still want me? And then I am also excited about giving myself to you. Having you take me, mark me, own me, make me pregnant." I said. As I said the last part I reached out and put my hand on his thigh. "I will always want you boy even if you test positive. I will be a bit sad as we wont be sure who knocked you up. And it is ok if you are nervous about getting HIV. It is natural. If you change your mind that is fine too. I want to make sure this is something you want." he said holding my hand on his thigh. The he reached over and touched my cock and squeezed it. "And by this, I can tell you are ready and it is something you want" he said. He was right my cock was rock hard. He stood me up bent me over the dining room chair and pulled down my underwear and shorts and leaned in and started to eat me out. I moaned and pushed back into his face. He then stuck his finger in me and I jumped when I felt his fingernail scrape my ass. This time it was harder then usual. He leaned in and started to eat me out switching between eating me and scraping my inside. After a few minutes he stopped and pulled up my shorts. "There you go. Get your pussy ready for tonight. Scraping will help my DNA take." he said I leaned down and kissed him trying to taste myself from his mouth. He grabbed my ass and stroked my hard cock thru my shorts. "What time is your test?" he asked "5pm at the Westend Clinic" I said "Why there" he asked concerned "That was the only place that had the test for short term exposure. The college clinic was booked and closes early today. Why do you look worried?" I said "No worry. Its a bit sketch clientele. They will all be happy when you go there. Your young and handsome." he said grabbing my ass and standing up and kissing me. "We better clean up. I gotta run a few more errands. See you tonight boy. Text me as soon as you get your test results ok." he said "Yes Daddy" I replied my heart racing

I woke up the next morning sore, but honestly it was a good kind of sore. I put some spit in my fingers and began to finger myself working up to four fingers. My ass pussy was still wet and puffy from the night before. I didn’t care I needed something in my hole. I kept thinking back to the guy the night before fucking me hard and giving me his toxic cum. While I was fingering myself I made sure that my finger nails brushed against the sides of my hole. I wanted to make sure that my hole was primed to take any load that was toxic. Then suddenly my body spasmed and my dick erupted with cum. I licked it up and savored the taste, but I kinda was wondering if the taste was different if it were toxic. I then got up, used the bathroom and then turned on the shower. Just then I saw a notification from the American Airlines app pop up, and my flight from Nashville to Charlotte was delayed by three hours due to weather. Since I was a top tier rewards member at the hotel I was staying at, I got free late checkout. I called down to the desk and told the front desk about the flight delay and that I would like a late checkout. So instead of a noon checkout, I’m checking out at 3 instead. Then I had another idea, I was wondering if I could find me another toxic top to come fuck my neg hole until I have to leave for Charlotte. I got on both Sniffies and Grindr and by pure coincidence I saw the guy from last night. I messaged him and I got a response. Me: Hey I was wondering if you could give me another toxic load or two or three today before I leave? Him: Fuck yes! I’ve got several loads ready to go for you, but I have one request I need you to be loaded up with cum before I come over. Me: You want me to be loaded up with toxic cum? Him: No, I want you to fuck several neg guys and I want their loads to slick up your fuck hole. That way I know for sure that my cum is the only one that’s toxic. Btw my dick still has the smell of your pussy on it. Your ass juices have dried on to me and my dick is extra ripe this morning. Me: Fuck my dick just got rock fucking hard. How many loads do you want me to get? Him: At least four or five. This is a big city you can get loaded up pretty easily and quickly. He wasn’t kidding. I immediately knew what I had to do, I messaged a few guys that were nearby if they wanted to fuck my pussy, and they immediately said yes. By the time the homeless guy showed up, I had at least five loads in me from three guys. Then he walked in. First thing I did was immediately inhaled his pits which had me weak in the knees. Then I knelt down before him like he was a god to me, and I pulled down his pants and immediately went to town on his dick. He wasn’t kidding, I could still taste me and his piss too. While was I sucking on him, he stopped me and asked if he give me a load of piss, I said yes. I then walked him over to the shower area and began covering me from my head to my toes. I was in piggy heaven and my pussy was twitching with anticipation. Then he pulled me over to the bed and began to eat my sore wet pussy. At times he would nibble on it which drove me. Then he stopped and he flipped me over onto my back. He looked me in the eyes and said to me; “my Poz seed is very potent and it will convert will. I’ve converted several men, and you will be next.” I said, “Please give me your toxic cum, because I want to be converted to being a Poz slut.” As soon as I said that, he asked me if I had a toothbrush. I said yes, it was a travel brush, and he went and got the toothbrush. He had me spit on it, and then he inserted the end with the bristles into my pussy. He was using the brush to scratch the walls of my pussy, and the sensation was electric. I was rocking my pussy back and forth on it, and then he pulled it out and it was bright red. He then took the bristles and rubbed his dick with it and around his piss slit. “Now we’re ready.” In one fell swoop his cock burst its way into my pussy, and for the next 30 minutes he would alternate between fucking me like a wild animal to brushing my hole. He was fucking me so hard and so good that I squirted several times (something I really did). When he was about to cum, he said, “alright slut you’re going to get my toxic seed, and your days of being neg will be over.” I screamed for him to poz me and as soon as I said that he shot 8-9 volleys of cum into me, injecting my cunt with his Poz seed. At the same time my dick shot off another neg load. He then began to push his load further into my cunt and by the time he was done, he gave me four loads of cum and two loads of piss. My poor pussy was throbbing, but I still wanted more toxic cum. After that I knew I wanted to be a full fledged no loads refused pig. I finished packing and went straight to the airport. After I cleared TSA, I went to the airport bathroom and played with my hole some more and then I placed a butt plug in me. The flight was uneventful but it allowed time for the toxic loads in me to settle and seep into my now battered pussy. When I got home, I put a plastic cup under my hole. As soon as the plug came out, so did the pink cum. I then put a lid on the cup and then subsequently froze it for another day. My chase was now ramping up, and thanks to me being a traveler, I only knew it was a matter of time before I became pozzed.

I started to breath harder. I showed it to Rick, he smiled. He grabbed my hand. "You sure you want this" he asked "I do. Please take me and make me yours" I said He pulled me up kissed me lightly and led me into his bedroom. He took me over to his bed and pulled off my shirt. He stripped quickly with his huge cock hitting my leg as it was hard now. He then pulled down my shirts. He was surprised to see my underwear. I had both a black satin thong. "Oh Dan you are so beautiful and sexy" he said kissing me and rubbing my hard cock thru the soft satin. I started to let out a loud moan. He slipped them off like a man removed the panties from his gf or what I had done so many times before this. Now I was the bottom waiting to receive my man in me. I dropped to my knees and lick and sucked his hard cock. After a minute Rick pulled me up and in one motion lifted me and placed me on his bed. I felt wonderful on his bed, finally I was on it. It was sacred ground. He lay on me and kissed me, our mouths and tongues intertwined. His hands roaming all over me. He then worked his way down to my nipples then my balls. I was writhing in pleasure. It was like he was touching me for the first time. It was so tender and caring. Then he lifted my legs and started to eat my ass. It has been too long. I let out a loud moan. He ate me with my legs in the air and spread then he turned me over on all fours and ate me from the rear. I pushed my ass back on his mouth. Then I felt one then two fingers in me massaging my prostate making me moan even more. I felt his fingernails scraping my inner walls then going back to my prostate. It was pain and pleasure. After several minutes of this I was in heaven begging him to fuck me. "Ohh Daddy please fuck me please" I moaned "And what do you want boy. You have to say it clearly" he said stopping his ministrations of my body "I want you to fuck me and plant your charged POZ seed deep in my cunt and make me pregnant. Daddy I want you to mark with your DNA, for you to be a part of me forever. Make me pregnant please Daddy" I said holding his hand looking in his eyes. "I will baby I will. I am going to make you know and make you my boy, my bitch. I am going to own that pussy and you will always have me in you." he said kissing me and lifting his legs on his shoulders and then with a push he shoved his huge hard cock into my cunt. I yelled in pain. It had been probably two weeks since Rick has fucked me. It was like he was fucking me for the first time. I felt like a virgin again. He was a few inches in me then he pushed again further into me. He didn't use any lube only his spit and mine. It hurt. "Ohhh fuck boy, I forgot how good your pussy is" he said "It's going to hurt a little but it will help make you more fertile" he said He kept pushing then I felt him at that second point deep in me. He rammed thru and I yelled out again with my eyes popping out of my head. It hurt deep in me. "Fuck this is the best pussy I have had ever boy. You are mine" he said pushing all the way in. "OHHHH fuck. I feel you in my stomach" I moaned in pain "Well this is what you wanted boy. You want to get pregnant its going to hurt a bit" he said as he started to pump in me. He started to go slow then he started to fuck me hard. He was like an man on a mission. My ass started to let up and take his cock. The piercing pain started to turn into dull pain, then pleasure. He started to focus on my prostate and I started to moan. "Yeah your fucking slut. Look at you Daddy his your gspot and your cunt starts to get all wet. Fuck its pulling my cock into your pussy" he said as he started to fuck me hard. Now he was like stud trying to mate with a mare. There was pain but there was more pleasure. I started to moan and beg him to seed me. My hands grabbing his waist pulling him into me. He was fucking me deeply working on my second hole. I just tied to hold on to his rhythm and piling into me. The I felt his cock expand and his body spasm. "Ohhh fuck here you go boy. You are going to get a charged load. Your going to have my baby" he yelled "Yes Daddy fuck me, mark me forever, make me your please, please I need you" I maoned Then I felt his spurt in my deep cunt. It was hot like 7-8 spurts. Then I felt deep in my ass a warm convulsing feeling and my cunt wrapping his cock then cum started to erupt out of my cock blasting both of us with 8-10 loads as I hadn't cum in a week. I moaned out loud yelling. It was such an intense orgasm not from my cock but deep in my groin and ass. He kept fucking me griding into me constantly hitting my prostate, I kept moaning. He kept hard and still was pushing his POZ cum in me. "Ohhh fuck boy you are mine." he said kissing me He pulled back and saw tears in my eyes. "What's wrong. Regret?" he said I smiled, "No Daddy happiness" "I've dreamt of this for what seems like forever. I am still nervous but right now feel so happy, so content, so lucky to be with you." I said kissing him and then wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him deeper in me. I felt so content. He was not.

Another guy came in. He was a bear type guy in jeans and shirt. He sat right next to me and looked me over. I pulled my shorts down again. "I'm Ben. What's your name" he asked "Dan" I said softly "Nice to meet you Dan. You are one fine piece of ass" he whispered in my ear. The guy across of me stared and grabbed his crotch and looked at me. I started to feel uncomfortable and also aroused. My cock started to get hard. You could see it thru my shorts. "Somebody is a little tease" he said "Dan. Room 3 please" the receptionist said I quickly got up and went to the room. I went into the room and sat down. A few minutes late the door opened. The nurse introduced himself as Randy. He was pretty sexy for a nurse. He was mid 50's thick moustache and bald with an earring. His scrubs were a bit tight. "So you are in for an HIV test. Is there a reason you want the NAT test? It's expensive and if you have had a recent exposure we can just put you on PEP" he said "I just would like to know and did take PEP after the exposure" I said "Ok can I ask why then you want the test. While you are paying a high co-pay we are still partially funding." he asked "I had exposure and just want to know" I replied "Well that is not our normal medical protocol. I do not know if I can approve this test unless you tell me why" he said "I just want to make sure I am negative. I am willing to pay the full price. How much is it? I asked "It is over $200. I am not trying to be difficult but sensing there is something else going on here" he said "I want to make sure I am negative so that I can be with a man" I replied "He is negative and you want to have sex with him?" he asked "No he is HIV positive" I said looking down He smiled "I get it now. You want to make sure you are negative so he can make you positive?" he said looking at me in a different way. "Yes" I replied "Are you a chaser?" he asked "I am not sure what the means but have an idea. I am not looking for HIV or to get it anywhere. I just want to be intimate with this man and want him to be the one to give it to me. I want him to impregnate me." I said softly and nervously "You sound unsure" he said "No I think I am sure just a bit nervous. A lot of emotions right now" I said "Its ok. Talk to me about it" he said putting his hand on my bare thigh. I told him about my conflict about being nervous about getting HIV and AIDS and then also excited about giving myself to Rick. And that I was worried about being positive on this test and he may not want me as much. "That is a lot going on. I think you should make sure you know what you are getting into in contracting HIV. It doesn't mean you will get AIDS if you take medication. Does he take medication?" he asked "No he is not. He said he have a high viral load" I said "How does that make you feel" he said "Nervous and excited" I said his hand was warm on my thigh as he caressed it. His hand slid to the inside of my thigh. My body automatically open my legs to give him more access. His hand slid in. "You clearly want to be with him. Look at your body. How long has it been since you last had sex?" he said "Getting fucked? Last week Saturday. I have given bj since then" I replied "How many other partners have you had" he asked I told him about the ABS and Professor Post. "Thank you for being honest with me. Generally we still wouldn't offer this test to you but I understand what you are looking. I have seen a few patients like you and I just want to caution on you in your life choice to get HIV" he said "Your partner is very lucky to have you offer yourself to him to be bred. " he said. I could see the hunger in his eyes. I looked down and his cock was clearly hard. "Thank you. I feel it is one of the most intimate acts I could do in giving myself to him. He will be with me forever" I said "And yes I am aware o the risk and dangers and nervous about it. But I have made my decision" I said "I can see that" he said looking down at my hard cock "Your heart and your body clearly want it" he said now his hand softly rubbing the inside of my thigh "I am jealous of him. He is very lucky. You are beautiful and gorgeous" he said I blushed and thanked him. He got up and got the things to take the blood sample. He took my blood and then put the vial in a bag. "It will take a few hours to process. Here is your sample number. You can check online in few hours" he said "You take care of yourself" he said smiling I thank him and left. The guys were still out there and one followed me out to my car. "You want to go and come back to my place" he said "No, no thank you. I have to go. I have a bf" I said and got in my car locked the doors and drove away.

I decided I had enough and washed up in the bathroom and left. As I walked up the stairs and got to the main mall level another guy, late 50's bear walked buy and winked at me. He turned and looked me up and down as I passed. I was tempted to go back to the bathroom but decided to walk to my car and leave. My friends texted my when I got to my car and so I met them at a bar across town. I got there. It was a bit run down bar in the sketch part of town. I went inside and it was a mixed crowd. It was a bit older with many of the patrons over the age of 30 and quite a few over 40 and 50 years old. There were some college kid groups like ours but also one or two couples and several gay male couples and also what looked like gay older guys hanging out at the bar. I asked my friends why did we come here and they said they had cheap drinks. Beers were $3 and shots $4 vs the college area bars were $5-6 for beers and $6-9 for shots. They also had a cocktail special going for $6 which was super cheap. They also had cheap bar good. We hung out, drank, ate, played darts. It was a cool vibe. Once in a while I could feel the stare of some of the older guys hanging at the bar and the table near us. The waiter also was gay with his pride earrings. He was handsome older guy white buzz but hair late 50's. He was wearing a tight tank top and cut jean shorts. He smiled each time when I gave my drink order. He also kept staring at me and checking out my shorts which were my usual running shorts. Today they were light grey and on the shorter side but not booty shorts. 3-4" inseam which a small slit on the side. We kept drinking, eating cheap pizza and taking shots. The rest of my friends went to go play pool upstairs so I just hung at our table eating as I got there late. I started to feel the buzz of the shots. As I ate the waiter brought over a shot to me. "Here you go this is on me" he said "Thank you" I said "Cheers" he said taking a shot for himself too. I took the shot. It was really strong. "What was that" I asked "151 and whiskey" he said smiling I started to feel the buzz get stronger. He put his hand on my back trying to steading me. "You ok" he said "Yeah i'm fine" I said He just hand his hand on my back and now on my lower back rubbing it. "Just take it easy. I will take care of you baby" he said smiling "Thank you I" said. Those words made me melt and I was still horny from the bathroom. His other hand now was on my thigh caressing it. Then sliding to my inner thigh in that sensitive area. A light moan escaped my lips and my legs automatically opened. We were towards the back of the bar so no one could see what he was doing. "Oh baby someone is ready aren't they. I saw you been looking at my ass and chest. Even peeked at my cock huh" he said I softly nodded. His hand was now between my legs and his finger in my ass. "Ohh shit your wet. Your pussy is dripping" he said in my ear. He pushed in deeper rubbing my prostate and I let out another moan and started to breath harder. The he pulled his finger out and stood back. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. "Ok let me know if you need anything else" he said smiling and then walked away My cock was rock hard and leaking right now. I needed to use the bathroom so went to the men's room. I was three urinals and two stalls. The stalls were full so I went to the stall. As I started to close it a guy pushed the door in. He was at the bar and one of the guys checking me out. He pulled down his zipper and pulled out a nice 7" cock. "Get down boy. I know you want it." he said I got down on my knees and started to suck him. Thoughts of one of my friends walking in and seeing me thru the gap in the partition scared me but I wanted his cock. "Yeah your good cocksucker. I saw you looking at me. You saw me looking at your skanky ass didn't you" he said I nodded and sucked him. Working his cock with my mouth, tongue and throat and hands he finally let loose a huge cum in my mouth about 6 spurts or warm cream. I lathered it in my mouth around his cock and swallowed. "Fuck I have never cum so quick with a bj. I want your pussy now boy" he said "No sorry just bj." I replied He grabbed my ass and with his other pushed finger in me. My ass squeezed. "Oh fuck this is a tight wet cunt you got there. It wants my cock, I can feel it" he said pushing his finger deeper in me. I moaned. "Your a fucking bitch in heat. Your cunt is ovulating" he said I could see his lust in his eyes. I thought I better leave before I go too far. I stepped away and pulled his hand away from my ass. "Lick it bitch" he said I licked his fingers. "Fucking slut you are. Your cunt is ripe. You sure you don't want this. He was stroking his hard cock. I did want it but I wanted Rick and his seed and to get pregnant. "Sorry I need to leave" I said I opened the door and as I was walking out of the stall the waiter walked in. He could see me leaving with a man still in there. He smiled and said" Want more" he said. "Maybe next time, thank you. I have to leave now" I said I went upstairs told my friends I had to go and gave them money for the tab. I got home around 10pm.

The morning sun was just beginning to cast long shadows across the quiet suburban street as Ethan, nineteen and still clinging to the soft edges of boyhood, finished his paper route. He was a picture of youthful innocence—wide blue eyes, a smattering of freckles across his nose, and a lanky frame that suggested he hadn't quite grown into his own hands and feet. His last stop was always the old Miller place at the end of the cul-de-sac, a dark, imposing Victorian that seemed to absorb the light around it. The customer, Mr. Miller, was different from the others. He was a man in his late forties with a magnetic, almost predatory charm. He always answered the door in a silk robe, his eyes lingering on Ethan a little too long. Today was no exception. "Running a bit late today, Ethan," Mr. Miller said, his voice a low, smooth rumble. "Come in for a moment. I have your payment, and I brewed some fresh coffee. You look like you could use a break." Ethan hesitated, his innate shyness warring with his ingrained politeness. "Oh, I shouldn't, sir. I have to get home." "Nonsense," Mr. Miller insisted, stepping aside and gesturing with a fluid motion of his hand. "It'll only take a minute." The house was cool and dim, smelling of old books, expensive cologne, and something else... something sterile and medicinal. Ethan followed him into the kitchen, where a steaming mug of black coffee sat on the counter. "Drink up," Mr. Miller said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. Ethan took a hesitant sip. It was bitter, stronger than he liked, but he didn't want to be rude. He forced a few more swallows, the liquid burning a trail down to his stomach. A strange warmth began to spread through his limbs, a pleasant fuzziness that softened the sharp edges of his anxiety. "You know, Ethan," Mr. Miller began, leaning against the counter opposite him, "I've been watching you. You're a hard-working young man. Responsible." He circled slowly around Ethan, his presence overwhelming. "But you're also... untested. Untouched." Ethan's head was swimming. The room felt like it was tilting slightly. "I... I don't know what you mean." "I think you do," Mr. Miller whispered, his breath hot against Ethan's ear. He placed a hand on the small of Ethan's back, a firm, possessive touch that made the boy flinch. "All that innocence... it's a waste. It's begging to be broken." The drug was taking full effect now, a potent cocktail that dulled Ethan's will and amplified his senses. He felt a confusing mix of terror and a strange, illicit thrill. Mr. Miller's hands were on his hips, guiding him, leading him out of the kitchen and down a flight of wooden stairs into the basement. The basement was not what Ethan expected. It was finished, but starkly. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating a mattress on the floor and, in the corner, a tripod with a small, unblinking red light. "Don't be shy, boy," Mr. Miller murmured, his voice thick with desire. He began to unbutton Ethan's shirt, his fingers surprisingly gentle. "We're just going to... broaden your horizons." Ethan's mind was a fog, but he knew this was wrong. He tried to protest, to push the man's hands away, but his arms felt like lead. His words came out as a slurred mumble. Mr. Miller chuckled, a low, dark sound. "The camera loves a struggler, but it loves consent even more." He positioned Ethan in front of the lens. "Look into the camera, Ethan. Tell them what you want." Through the haze, Ethan felt a profound, humiliating sense of surrender. The words that came out of his mouth weren't his own, but they felt true in that drugged, manipulated moment. "Please," he heard himself beg, his voice cracking. "Please... fuck me. I want it." Mr. Miller smiled in triumph. He stripped Ethan efficiently, exposing his pale, untouched body to the camera's gaze. He positioned the trembling boy on his hands and knees on the mattress. The first touch of the man's fingers, slick with cold lube, made Ethan cry out—a sound of pain and a strange, unwelcome spark of pleasure. The cherry busting was brutal. Mr. Miller showed no mercy, his grip tight on Ethan's hips as he forced his way inside. Ethan screamed, a raw, ragged sound that was swallowed by the basement's oppressive silence. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the sweat on his brow. Through it all, the camera recorded everything—the initial shock of pain, the humiliated grimaces, the broken sobs, and, to Ethan's eternal shame, the moments his drugged body betrayed him, arching back to meet the thrusts. He begged for more, just as he'd been told to do, his voice a pathetic, pleading whine that echoed his complete and total defilement. Weeks later, the memory was a nightmare he tried to bury. He'd quit his paper route, avoided the street, and tried to pretend it never happened. But the internet is a permanent archive. One night, on a whim, he typed his own name into a search engine. Buried in the results was a link to a video on a seedy amateur site. His heart hammered against his ribs as he clicked it. There he was. Larger than life, on the screen. The video quality was shockingly clear. He watched himself, looking young and terrified, beg to be fucked. He watched his own face contort in pain and humiliation as Mr. Miller took him. The audio was pristine—every whimper, every sob, every degrading plea he'd been forced to utter was captured for the world to hear. The title of the video was "Innocent Paperboy Begs for His First Load and HIV+ Breeding." A cold dread washed over him. HIV+. The word slammed into him with the force of a physical blow. He remembered the man's guttural whisper as he'd finished deep inside him: "Take my gift, boy. Take it all." The comments below the video were a cesspool of depraved praise. Users praised his "enthusiasm," his "natural submissiveness." They called him a "faggot cumdump" and a "cherry-popping slut." They marveled at how he "begged for the poz load." Ethan slammed his laptop shut, but the images were seared into his mind. He ran to the bathroom and threw up until his stomach was empty, his body wracked with violent, shuddering sobs. His innocence wasn't just gone; it had been packaged, sold, and used as a spectacle for the world's most depraved. He had been drugged, raped, and infected, and his own violated voice had been used to convict him in the court of public opinion. The boy who had delivered papers was gone, replaced by a ghost in a basement video, forever begging for a poison he never knew he was receiving. 1%

Spending the weekend in Palm Springs, I posted the following on Sniffies: "My Daddy is whoring me out all day today on at the cum-piggiest sex spots in Palm Springs - CCBC and Club 541. Hit me up if you need to breed. 🐷 💦" We started our day at CCBC, cruising the public play areas. I checked in and posted exactly where I was and that I would be wearing a Treasure Island Media red sports jock. I bent over in the center of the main room and Daddy rammed into me and fucked me for several minutes, giving me the first load to lube up for what came next. As soon as he pulled out I felt a second cock shove into me as a man slipped in behind and pounded until he came. I didn't look back to see what he looked like, which made me feel even sluttier. After that I slipped a black blindfold over my eyes and patiently waited for my third load. It didn't take long. As the afternoon passed I sucked cock and took dick throughout the various public play spaces, occasionally getting another fuck from my Daddy. One particularly hot load took place when I was blindfolded in the sling. I felt a hand fingering my loaded ass and a man whisper to himself "Oh good, you're still here..." I knew he must have seen the sniffies post and came ready to cum. He slipped in, gasping as he felt how wet my hole was already getting. "Fucking breed me!" I gasped. He said "You got it baby," and with just a few strokes he slammed into me and pulsed a huge load into me that I could feel tingling inside me. "Thank you" I whispered as he pulled out and slipped away. I reached down and tasted him on my my fingers. Later after a little rest by the pool I was again in the main playspace, ass up in the center with my blindfold off checking out the men. Two stepped next to me - a sexy silver-haired daddy who got bent over right next to my face by a younger hard-bodied athlete. I watched the dicking happening inches away from me and once they noticed me watching they started exhibitionist fucking for my benefit. The sexy daddy invited me to put my hands on them and I felt them up as they continued to fuck, occasionally stopping so that they could both take turns getting head from me from where I was kneeling ass up. We started getting a bit of a crowd around us. Suddenly I felt a cock positioning itself at my ass (I was still bent over) and a gasp escaped me as it began to shove in. It was fucking huge. I moaned in pleasure even as I struggled to take it. A gruff low voice behind me said "Put your head down and your ass up, bitch. That's right. Now take it!" That big dick started slamming into me relentlessly, clearly settling in for a long, hard fuck. I growled, unsure if I could actually take this, but I decided to submit to it fully. "Yes please, make me your bitch! Fucking own my hole," I cried and gave myself to his thrusts. He grunted in affirmation and started fucking me even harder, pleased that I was opening up, taking him all. A random cock was shoved in my mouth and more cocks were stroked around me as we became a show. Eventually he slammed home and slapped my ass, grunting deeply. He came around to where I had collapsed face-down on the bench. He was a very tall, sexy bear with a cock that was clearly as thick as my forearm. I thanked him for the fuck and proceeded to suck him off, reveling in the fact that I was able to take this fucker in the middle of a pump-and-dump. This got him hard again, and now that I was warmed up he proceeded to fuck me twice more with short breaks, finishing with him laying on the long bench with me riding him cowboy. By then I was just a fucking machine, riding his dick for all I was worth. One more orgasm from him and I pulled off his cock, gaping. My daddy and a couple of the guys watching applauded, and I felt like I had gotten to be quite the unplanned exhibitionist. Wiped out from such a marathon fuck (and knowing I probably wasn't going to top that experience) we chatted for a bit about what a fantastic fuck that was, telling him "You have the perfect cock. I will be your bitch anytime". Daddy and I headed back to his place to nap and prepare for the piggy festivities later that evening. As we headed out I updated my post on Sniffies "Nine loads! And thank you sir with the absolutely massive cock - you made my day, and my cumdump day has just begun..." To be continued...

Tommy adjusted the straps on his backpack for the third time since leaving the subway station. The weight of the gear inside made his shoulders ache, but it was a familiar discomfort, one he welcomed like an old friend stopping by unannounced. His sneakers scuffed against the pavement as he rounded the corner, the neon sign of Club Z buzzing faintly in the distance. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, but the heat hadn’t let up—sweat dotted his temples, and he swiped at it with the back of his hand, careful not to smudge his glasses. He wasn’t usually the type to arrive this early, but tonight was different. The sling room wasn’t cheap, and he’d spent the last two weeks meticulously planning what he’d bring, what he’d wear, and how he’d set everything up. The ad had gone live three hours ago—already, his phone had buzzed twice with responses, but he’d ignored them. First things first: the room had to be perfect. The bouncer at Club Z barely glanced at his ID, just waved him through with a bored nod. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and something muskier underneath—like leather left too long in the sun. The club wasn’t busy yet, just a few early birds nursing drinks at the bar or lounging on the sofas near the back. Tommy kept his head down as he made his way to the stairs, the backpack shifting awkwardly against his hips. Room 309 was smaller than he’d expected, but the sling dominated the space, bolted to the ceiling with thick straps dangling like an invitation. He dropped his bag onto the vinyl-covered floor, the sound muffled but heavy, and took a slow breath. The adrenaline was starting to prickle at the base of his skull, that familiar mix of nerves and anticipation. He unzipped the backpack with practiced efficiency, laying out the cuffs, the gag, the toys in neat rows on the dresser. His phone buzzed again. This time, he checked it—a message from someone with a wolf emoji in their username. *Saw your ad. Still looking?* Tommy bit his lip, then typed back, *Yeah. Room 309. Give me twenty to set up.* He hesitated, then added, *Bring your worst.* Tommy’s fingers trembled slightly as he fastened the last strap of the wrist cuffs to the sling’s frame, giving it a firm tug to test its hold. The metal D-ring didn’t budge. Good. He stepped back, surveying the room—the harness draped over the dresser, the ball gag gleaming under the dim overhead light, the gas mask with its fogged lenses staring blankly at the ceiling. Everything was in its place. Almost. He adjusted the blindfold, folding it neatly beside the rest, then wiped his palms on his thighs. The room was warmer now, the air thick with the scent of rubber and his own nervous sweat. A knock at the door made his stomach lurch. Too soon. He hadn’t even changed yet. Tommy hesitated, then called out, “Twenty minutes, remember?” The knock came again, harder this time, followed by a low chuckle. “Yeah, yeah. But you said *worst,* pigboi. You really wanna keep me waiting?” The voice was rough, edged with amusement, and Tommy’s breath hitched. He crossed the room in three strides, yanking the door open before he could second-guess himself. The man on the other side was taller than he’d expected—broad-shouldered, with a close-cropped beard and eyes that flicked over Tommy like he was already taking inventory. He wore a fitted black tee, sleeves rolled to show off thick forearms, and a pair of boots that looked like they’d seen more than a few dungeon floors. “You’re early,” Tommy said, and immediately cringed at how breathy it sounded. The man grinned, stepping inside without waiting for an invite. “And you’re not even dressed.” He nudged the backpack with his toe, then picked up the harness, turning it over in his hands. “Nice gear. You break it in yet?” Tommy shook his head, pulse thudding in his throat. The man’s presence filled the room, his energy like a live wire. “No. It’s—it’s new.” Another chuckle. “Good.” He tossed the harness back onto the dresser and closed the distance between them in one stride, crowding Tommy against the wall. His hand came up, calloused fingers brushing Tommy’s jaw. “Blindfold first,” he murmured. “Then we’ll see how much of that *worst* you can take.” Tommy's breath stuttered as the blindfold was pulled tight over his eyes, the sudden darkness making his other senses flare to life. The man's calloused thumb traced the hinge of his jaw before gripping his chin, tilting his face up. "Eyes on me, pigboi," the man murmured, though Tommy couldn't see a damn thing—just the heat of his breath, the press of his body pinning him to the wall. A shiver raced down his spine when the man's other hand slid down to his belt, working the buckle with a practiced flick. The leather hissed as it was pulled free, and Tommy's stomach tightened. He'd expected commands, roughness, maybe even a slap—but the slow, deliberate way the man undressed him was worse. Every brush of fingers against his skin felt like a brand. His shirt was tugged over his head, the cool air hitting his sweat-damp chest, and then the man's palm flattened over his sternum, pushing him back until his shoulders hit the sling's straps. "Arms up," came the order, and Tommy obeyed without thinking, his wrists slotting into the cuffs dangling from the frame. The metal clicked shut, snug but not biting—yet. A low whistle. "Look at you." The man's voice had dropped, rough with approval. Tommy could hear him circling the sling, boots scuffing against the vinyl, and then a warm hand gripped his hip. "You even shaved for this." The touch trailed down, teasing along the crease of his thigh, and Tommy jerked against the restraints, his breath coming faster. The man chuckled, the sound dark with promise. "Gag next. Open." The ball gag was slick with spit before it even touched his lips, the man pressing it into place with a thumb hooked under the strap. Tommy whined around it, the stretch of his jaw immediate, the drool already pooling under his tongue. The man patted his cheek, almost affectionate. "Better." Then, without warning, a sharp slap landed on his bare thigh—stinging, bright, just shy of too much. Tommy gasped, his body arching, and the man hummed. "Oh, you *like* that." Another slap, higher this time, and Tommy's cock twitched against his thigh, shame and want twisting together in his gut. The sting of the slap still burned on his skin when the man's fingers dug into Tommy's hips, yanking him forward until his back left the support of the sling. The sudden shift made his shoulders protest, the cuffs biting just enough to remind him they were there. A grunt escaped around the gag, muffled and wet. The man’s laugh was close, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. "You’re gonna take what I give you, yeah?" Not a question. Tommy nodded anyway, his throat working around a swallow. "You gonna rush so hard pig" SLAMBOSS ordered. The first touch of the harness against his bare chest made him flinch—cold leather, stiff with newness. The man made a tsking sound as he adjusted the straps, pulling them tight enough to make Tommy’s ribs ache. "Breathe," he ordered, and Tommy did, shallow and quick, as buckles were fastened with methodical precision. The harness hugged him like a second skin now, the D-rings digging into his flesh with every expansion of his lungs. A finger hooked under one of the straps, tugging sharply. "Color?" The word was clipped, no-nonsense. Tommy forced out a garbled "Green," around the gag. The man’s hands dropped lower, palming Tommy’s cock through his briefs, and he arched into the touch with a whine. "Eager," the man mused, then yanked the fabric down in one rough motion. The air hit Tommy’s exposed skin like a shock, his cock twitching against his stomach. A thumb swiped over the head, smearing precome, and Tommy’s hips jerked uselessly in the sling’s hold. The man chuckled, stepping back just out of reach. "Not yet, pigboi." The clink of metal made Tommy’s breath hitch—the cock and ball toys, he realized, being lifted from the dresser. The man’s hands were sure as he fitted the ring around Tommy’s base, the cold steel a sharp contrast to his heated skin. Another whimper built in his throat as the man tightened it just shy of painful, then attached the weights with a satisfied grunt. "There." A slap to Tommy’s inner thigh, lighter this time, almost playful. "Now you’ll remember who owns you tonight." The weights swung heavily between Tommy’s thighs, each slight movement sending a jolt through him, the metal cool and unyielding against his overheated skin. The man’s boots creaked as he stepped back, and Tommy strained his ears, trying to track him in the darkness. A hand suddenly fisted in his hair, yanking his head back. "You’re shaking," the man observed, voice dripping with dark amusement. "Good." The grip tightened, forcing Tommy’s throat into a vulnerable arch just as something smooth and cold—the gas mask—was pressed over his nose and mouth. The straps cinched tight behind his head, the rubber sealing with a faint suction. Panic flared for a split second before the man’s thumb stroked his temple. "Breathe," he murmured, and Tommy did, the air hissing through the filters, his own exhales loud in his ears. The world narrowed to touch and sound. The man’s calloused palms dragged down Tommy’s chest, tweaking his nipples through the harness straps until they ached, then lower, tracing the divots of his hips. A finger prodded at his hole—dry, just shy of cruel—and Tommy jerked, a muffled noise escaping the gag. The man chuckled. "Uh-uh. You don’t get to decide when." He withdrew, and Tommy heard the rustle of fabric, the clink of a belt buckle. Anticipation coiled in his gut. A slick sound—lube, Tommy realized—and then two fingers pushed into him without warning, stretching him open in one ruthless thrust. He cried out, the sound trapped behind rubber and silicone, his body clamping down instinctively. The man shushed him, working his fingers deeper, crooking them just enough to make Tommy’s toes curl. "There it is," he muttered, pressing harder, and stars burst behind Tommy’s eyelids as pleasure sparked up his spine. The fingers withdrew abruptly, leaving him clenching around nothing. The head of the man’s cock nudged against him, blunt and insistent. Tommy braced, but there was no slow build—just one relentless push, seating the man to the hilt in a single stroke. The gasp that tore from Tommy’s throat was ragged, his body arching against the restraints. The man stilled, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. "Fuck, you’re tight." A hand gripped Tommy’s hip, holding him in place as the man pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in. The pace was brutal from the start, each thrust jolting Tommy forward in the sling, the D-rings of the harness digging into his flesh. Tommy’s body jerked with each thrust, the sling creaking under the force, his wrists pulling against the cuffs until the metal bit into his skin. The pain was sharp, bright—a counterpoint to the pleasure coiling tighter in his gut with every snap of the man’s hips. The gas mask fogged with each ragged exhale, the filters hissing, and Tommy could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, louder than the slap of skin against skin. The man’s fingers dug into his thighs, holding him open, and Tommy could feel the sweat dripping down his chest, pooling in the hollows of the harness straps. A particularly rough thrust knocked the breath from his lungs, and the man growled, low and approving. “That’s it—take it.” His voice was gritted, strained, like he was holding back just as much as Tommy was. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through him, his cock twitching against the steel ring, the weights swinging heavily between his legs. The man’s hand slid up, gripping the harness straps at Tommy’s chest, using them like reins to yank him back onto each thrust. “Fuck, you look good like this,” he muttered, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. “All trussed up and taking it.” Tommy whined around the gag, his hips canting up helplessly, trying to meet the man’s rhythm. The man chuckled, dark and knowing, and slowed his pace deliberately, drawing out each stroke until Tommy was writhing, his muffled pleas lost in the rubber of the mask. “Patience, pigboi,” the man murmured, his thumb brushing over Tommy’s bottom lip where it stretched around the gag. “You’ll get what you came for.” The sudden change in angle was brutal—the man shifted, lifting Tommy’s legs higher, and the next thrust hit *just there*, forcing a choked scream around the gag. Then, like a switch flipped, the man pulled out completely, leaving Tommy trembling and empty. The absence of the man’s cock left Tommy shuddering, his body straining against the restraints, every nerve alight with frustrated need. Then—a new sound cut through the haze: the sharp *click* of a lighter, followed by the acrid, chemical tang of smoke curling into the air. Tommy’s nostrils flared beneath the gas mask, the scent unmistakable. His breath hitched, and suddenly, the filters clogged—thick, cloying smoke flooded the tube, pouring into his mouth and nose with each desperate inhale. Panic spiked through him as his lungs seized, the smoke scorching his throat. He jerked against the cuffs, his gagged cries muffled by the mask’s rubber seal. The man’s voice, now laced with something darker, slithered into his ear: "Breathe, pigboi. You wanted my worst." A rough hand gripped the back of the mask, tilting Tommy’s head back further, forcing him to swallow the smoke as it coiled deeper into his chest. His vision swam, the edges blurring with tears, but the man didn’t relent. "That’s it—take it all." A second voice, unfamiliar and rasping with amusement, cut through the fog. "Look at him—goddamn smoke pig." Fingers, calloused and reeking of nicotine, tapped the mask’s lens. "You ready to really earn that name?" Tommy’s pulse hammered in his throat. He hadn’t known there was someone else in the room. The realization sent a fresh wave of dread—or was it excitement?—coursing through him. The sharp bite of the needle was unexpected—Tommy jerked against the restraints with a muffled yelp, the sting radiating from the base of his cock like a lit fuse. The man—no, *SLAMBOSS*—grunted, his fingers pressing hard against the injection site to stem the tiny bead of blood that welled up. "Trimix'take the edge off," he muttered, though the rough edge of his voice suggested it wouldn't be the kind of relief Tommy was used to. The drug hit fast, a slow burn spreading through his groin, his cock twitching against the steel ring as it began to swell beyond its usual limits, the weights swinging heavier between his thighs. Cold lube splashed over his balls, dripping down his perineum in thick rivulets. Tommy gasped around the gag as SLAMBOSS's fingers spread it roughly, coating every inch of his sac and the tight furl of his hole with slick, clinical precision. The man's chuckle was low, predatory. "Gonna milk you dry, pigboi." The words sent a jolt through Tommy’s gut, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat, the trimix turning every pulse into a slow, aching throb. The milking began without ceremony—SLAMBOSS’s fist closed around Tommy’s cock, stroking with brutal efficiency, the lube making every pull a slick, torturous slide. The trimix turned his nerves into live wires, every drag of the man’s hand sending sparks up his spine, his balls drawing up tight. The second man exhaled another plume of smoke directly into Tommy’s gas mask tube, the fumes mixing with his ragged panting. "That’s it," the stranger crooned, tapping ash onto Tommy’s bare chest. "Let it fuck you up." Tommy's orgasm coiled tight in his gut, a white-hot wire about to snap—then the cold, blunt press of the dildo breached him, spreading him wide just as SLAMBOSS's fist twisted brutally around his cock. The sensation tore a garbled scream from his throat, the gag muffling it into something pathetic and wet. His hips bucked wildly, the sling's straps creaking under his thrashing, but the man holding him didn't relent. The dildo pushed deeper, the ridges catching on his rim with each merciless inch, stretching him beyond what he thought he could take. A rubber strap slithered around his right bicep, tightening with a sudden, clinical *snap*. Tommy flinched, the pressure sharp enough to make his fingers tingle. The second man's breath was hot against his ear as he adjusted the strap, his voice rough with amusement. "Gotta keep that arm still, smoke pig. Wouldn't want you squirming out of your fun." The strap bit into his flesh, the restriction oddly grounding even as the dildo began to move in slow, deliberate thrusts, fucking him open with methodical precision. SLAMBOSS's grip on his cock shifted, his thumb pressing hard against the slit, smearing precome in tight circles. "Feel that?" he growled, the dildo hitting a spot that made Tommy's vision whiten. "That's your fucking prostate. Gonna milk it like a cow." The comparison should have been humiliating—but all Tommy could focus on was the relentless rhythm, the way his body clenched around the intruding toy, the way his cock pulsed in SLAMBOSS's fist like it was trying to fucking *beg*. The second man exhaled another lungful of smoke into the mask's tube, the acrid haze flooding Tommy's senses just as the dildo twisted inside him, pressing hard against his sweet spot. His back arched, his toes curling, and for a terrifying, exhilarating moment, he teetered on the edge—right there, *right there*—but SLAMBOSS's hand stilled abruptly, his grip turning punishing. "Nuh-uh," the man growled, his thumb digging into the slit of Tommy's cock, smearing precome in slow circles. "Not yet." The words hit Tommy before the pain did. *"You're not Tommy anymore,"* SLAMBOSS growled, his voice grinding against Tommy's eardrums like gravel. A rough hand twisted in Tommy's hair, yanking his head back until his throat strained taut. *"You're PIGBOI now. Say it."* Tommy tried to shake his head—or thought he did—but the gas mask's straps bit deeper into his skull as SLAMBOSS tightened his grip. The dildo inside him pulsed, some sadistic remote setting making it twitch against his prostate. His vision swam, the trimix turning his cock into a swollen, aching weight between his legs. *"P-Pig—"* he garbled around the gas mask, drool soaking his chin. SLAMBOSS's laugh was a dark, wet thing. *"Good start."* His other hand trailed down Tommy's chest, nails scraping over the harness straps before pinching a nipple hard enough to make Tommy jerk. *"PIGBOI doesn't think. Doesn't say no. Just takes—cocks, drugs, fists, whatever the fuck we stuff in him."* The second man—still nameless, still circling like a shark—exhaled another lungful of smoke into the mask's tube. Tommy coughed, his lungs seizing as the acrid fumes coiled deeper. *"Look at him,"* the stranger mused, tapping ash onto Tommy's heaving chest. *"Already halfway there."* SLAMBOSS's fingers dug into Tommy's jaw. *"Gonna make sure you don't come back."* He leaned in, his breath hot against Tommy's ear. *"Gonna fuck you so dumb, you'll beg for it."* The syringe glinted under the dim red light as SLAMBOSS tapped it with a fingernail, the plunger already drawn back to the 70cc mark. The liquid inside was thick, honey-colored, clinging to the glass in viscous streaks. PIGBOI’s breath hitched behind the mask, his chest rising and falling too fast—he knew what that was. Knew what it *did*. SLAMBOSS’s thumb brushed over the needle’s tip, testing its sharpness. "Last chance, pig," he murmured, though the words weren’t kind. They were a blade held to PIGBOI’s throat, a dare disguised as mercy. "You tap out now, you walk away with your pretty little brain intact." He leaned in, close enough for PIGBOI to smell the nicotine on his breath. "But once this hits your vein, you’re *mine*. Not Tommy. Not even PIGBOI. Just a fucked-out hole waiting for orders." The second man chuckled, his boot nudging PIGBOI’s splayed thigh. "Bet he’s already gone," he mused, flicking ash onto PIGBOI’s chest. "Look at him—*dripping*." SLAMBOSS’s fingers wrapped around PIGBOI’s bicep, squeezing until the vein bulged under his skin. The alcohol swab was cold, the sting of it sharp and fleeting. Then—the needle’s bite, deeper this time, sliding home with practiced ease. PIGBOI whined around the gag as SLAMBOSS depressed the plunger slowly, *so slowly*, the drug burning its way into his bloodstream like molten lead. "Count," SLAMBOSS ordered, his voice rough. PIGBOI tried. He *tried*. But the numbers dissolved before they reached his lips, his thoughts turning to sludge as the rush hit—a tidal wave of heat, of weightlessness, of *nothing*. His vision blurred at the edges, the room tilting dangerously. SLAMBOSS’s face swam above him, distorted and grinning. "Good boy," SLAMBOSS crooned, withdrawing the needle with a final, cruel twist. He pressed a thumb to the puncture, smearing the bead of blood across PIGBOI’s skin. "Now let’s see how much of you’s left." The second man stepped forward, his shadow falling over PIGBOI’s prone form. "Think he’ll remember his name?" he asked, voice laced with mock concern. SLAMBOSS snorted, cuffing PIGBOI’s cheek lightly. "Doubt it." He leaned in, his breath hot against PIGBOI’s ear. "Who are you?" PIGBOI’s mouth worked uselessly around the gag, spit pooling under his tongue. The words wouldn’t come—or maybe they weren’t there at all. His thoughts slithered like eels through the thick syrup of the rush, impossible to catch. SLAMBOSS grinned, wide and predatory, and gripped the gas mask straps. With one sharp tug, the mask came free, the cold air hitting PIGBOI’s sweat-slick face like a slap. Before he could gasp, thick rubber pressed over his eyes—a hood, its interior lined with something slick, sealing tight with a *pop* as SLAMBOSS worked it down over his skull. PIGBOI whined, the sound muffled and wet, as SLAMBOSS’s fingers pried his jaw wider. The dog bone gag clicked into place, the metal frame forcing his mouth open in a permanent, drooling gape. "Better," SLAMBOSS murmured, running a thumb over PIGBOI’s bottom lip. "Now you look like what you are." The rush hit harder then, a tidal wave of heat and static crashing through PIGBOI’s veins. His cock throbbed against the steel ring, the weights swinging heavy between his thighs, but the pleasure was distant—secondary to the *emptiness*, the yawning void where his thoughts used to be. His hole clenched around nothing, greedy and open, as if begging to be filled. The rubber-gloved hand pressed into PIGBOI’s hole with no preamble, slick lube smeared in rough circles before two fingers breached him without warning. He gasped around the dog bone gag, his body jerking against the restraints as the fingers twisted inside him, spreading him open with clinical efficiency. The stretch burned—just shy of too much—but the sting was already fading under the drug haze, his body yielding like warm wax. Above him, SLAMBOSS exhaled sharply, his free hand wrapping around PIGBOI’s cock with a grip that bordered on cruel. The trimix made every nerve hypersensitive; even the callouses on SLAMBOSS’s palm felt like sandpaper as he stroked PIGBOI’s length in slow, deliberate pulls. Precome dribbled from the slit, slicking SLAMBOSS’s thumb as it swiped over the head in tight circles. PIGBOI’s hips bucked helplessly, the sling’s straps creaking under his thrashing, but the fingers inside him didn’t relent. They crooked suddenly, pressing hard against his prostate, and PIGBOI’s vision whited out for a split second, his cry muffled by the gag. SLAMBOSS chuckled, dark and low, his thumb rubbing punishing circles into the sensitive spot under PIGBOI’s cockhead. "Look at him," he muttered, more to the second man than to PIGBOI. "Already fucking ruined." The fingers withdrew abruptly, leaving PIGBOI clenching around nothing, his hole twitching with the ghost of their presence. SLAMBOSS’s hand on his cock didn’t stop—if anything, the pace increased, his grip tightening just shy of painful. PIGBOI’s breath hitched, his balls drawing up tight, the pleasure coiling in his gut like a live wire. He was close—so close—but SLAMBOSS’s thumb pressed hard against his slit, smearing precome in slow, torturous circles. "Nuh-uh," SLAMBOSS growled, his voice rough with amusement. "Not yet, pigboi." The second man’s shadow fell over PIGBOI’s prone form, his boot nudging PIGBOI’s splayed thighs wider. "Think he can take it?" he asked, his voice laced with mock concern. SLAMBOSS snorted, cuffing PIGBOI's cheek lightly. "Rule's simple, pig," he growled, his breath hot against PIGBOI's ear. "Every load I pump into this greedy hole"—his fingers twisted inside PIGBOI without warning,, wrenching a garbled cry from his throat—"you pay back. One for one." He withdrew his fingers with a wet *pop*, holding them up to the dim light, glistening. "Starting now." The cold press of lube against PIGBOI's hole came next, slick and thick, before SLAMBOSS's cockhead nudged at his rim, blunt and unrelenting. PIGBOI's breath hitched behind the hood, his body straining against the sling's straps—but there was no preparation, no easing in. SLAMBOSS sheathed himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, the impact rattling PIGBOI's teeth around the gag. "First," SLAMBOSS grunted, his hips already pistoning, each snap of his pelvis driving PIGBOI deeper into the sling's unforgiving embrace. The pace was merciless from the start, the slap of skin echoing off the padded walls. PIGBOI's cock twitched against his stomach, swollen and aching, the steel ring biting into his base as the weights swung heavily between his thighs. SLAMBOSS's hand closed around PIGBOI's length on the next downward stroke, his grip tightening just shy of painful. "Pay up, pig," he snarled, twisting his fist on the upstroke, his thumb pressing hard into PIGBOI's slit. The dual sensation—SLAMBOSS's cock hammering his prostate, his hand working PIGBOI's oversensitive flesh—threatened to unravel him instantly. PIGBOI's toes curled, his back arching, but SLAMBOSS's free hand planted firmly on his chest, pinning him down. "Not yet," he warned, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Gotta earn it." The rhythm was relentless, SLAMBOSS's hips driving forward with punishing precision, his hand matching the pace on PIGBOI's cock. Every drag of his palm sent sparks up PIGBOI's spine, every twist of his wrist pulled another broken sound from PIGBOI's gagged mouth. The drug haze made it impossible to focus—pleasure and pain blurred into one searing, all-consuming feedback loop. SLAMBOSS's breath hitched suddenly, his thrusts losing their brutal precision. His fingers dug into PIGBOI's thigh, nails biting deep as he buried himself to the root with a guttural groan. Heat flooded PIGBOI's insides, the wet pulse of SLAMBOSS's release triggering a full-body shudder. SLAMBOSS didn't stop. His grip on PIGBOI's cock tightened further, his strokes turning ruthless. "Your turn, pig," he panted, his hips still grinding shallowly, milking his own orgasm as he worked PIGBOI toward the edge. The overstimulation was excruciating—PIGBOI's cock ached, the steel ring constricting his base, the weights tugging mercilessly at his swollen sac. The second man laughed, low and dark, his fingers trailing through the mess on PIGBOI's chest. "Think he'll pop just from being pumped full?" he mused, smearing SLAMBOSS's come across PIGBOI's trembling abs. SLAMBOSS's grin was all teeth. "Let's find out." He leaned in, his breath hot against PIGBOI's ear. "Gonna milk you dry, pigboi." His fist twisted brutally on the upstroke, his thumb pressing hard into PIGBOI's slit—and just like that, PIGBOI was gone. White-hot pleasure detonated at the base of his spine, his vision whiting out as his cock pulsed violently in SLAMBOSS's grip. Nothing came—the ring saw to that—but the dry orgasm wracked his body all the same, his hole clamping down on SLAMBOSS's softening cock in erratic spasms. SLAMBOSS chuckled, dark and satisfied, as he finally released PIGBOI's oversensitive flesh. "One for one," he murmured, dragging his fingers through the mess on PIGBOI's stomach. "And we're just getting started."

Well, here is Chapter Three. Enjoy! Adam yelped as Jack slid inside the cute neg twink. Jack knew his nine-inch cock would cause some damage inside the just devirgined teen. So, he started off long-dicking Adam as if he were the last piece of ass he would get. “OH FUCK! OH FUCK! SO GOOD! FUCK ME HARDER “He just turned eighteen, so make sure you give him a big, nice gift,” chuckled Dean, as he watched his friend Jack, who had full-blown Aids, continue long-dicking Adam, now pulling completely out before slamming back inside the unknown teen he was going to infect with HIV+. All twinks deserved this to happen to them, Jack thought as he remembered his barely legal twink former lover, who had cheated on him and given him the disease ten years before. "Oh, he’s going to get a nice big birthday gift from me,” laughed Jack. He loved how tight the lil slut still was after taking His friend Dean’s thick eight-inch cock. Well, come morning, his tight boy's cunt wouldn’t be so tight and virginal. Jack was looking forward to later seeing the slut in action in the sling room. Dean was pleased with how far he had gotten with Adam in such a short time. After this group finished with his latest piece of boy pussy, it would be time for the sling room and another slam. The small teen was going to get his limits expanded in ways he never thought about before. Adam had been an innocent vanilla gay boy when he entered. In the morning, he’d leave a full-blown sub bareback slut with some new fetishes. Adam couldn’t believe how good it felt to be fucked, he wished he had started earlier. The thin man fucking him had such a nice, long cock, which reached a place Dean’s wonderful, thick cock hadn’t. He hoped he’d get fucked by someone as long as this man and as thick as Dean’s cock. Yet, no matter what, Adam wanted as much cock as he could get. It was as if his hole was hungry cock, for more than the three other guys in the room watching him getting fucked. He wanted as much as he could get tonight, after all, his parents thought he was sleeping over at a friend’s and would be gone all the next day. So, he was golden to stay longer than he originally planned. “FUCK!” Jack growled as his climax began to rise from his balls. The slut was going to get a three-day toxic load. “SHIT SLUT! TAKE MY DEATH SEED!” Jack howled as he began pumping his dirty load deep inside the barely eighteen-year-old twink who they were turning into a cumslut for poz jizz. “FUCK! YES! GIVE ME YOUR LOAD!” Adam begged the gaunt man currently fucking him. Ever since Dean had bred him, he was now hooked on jizz filling him up. It made cocks slide more easily and felt amazing. Adam wanted more cum, he hoped everyone fucked him raw and gave him their loads. “Batter up,” laughed Jack as he pulled out of the now gaping hole. Jizz leaked out from the two large loads of poz cum recently deposited. It had a slight pinkish tint, which meant the virus was now seeping into the no-longer-innocent teen. “You want to go first, Jerry?” The breaded silver-haired bear of a man, Ben asked his partner. “Naw, you can stretch the lil' slut out,” chuckled the silver-haired Jerry, as he presented his almost Monster-can thick seven-inch cock to Adam to be worshiped by his mouth. “Want to see if he can handle a man’s cock,” the bearded bear replied with a smirk. “I’ll open him up for you then,” laughed the bearded bear, as he coated his cock with the leaking pinkish jizz. He was not long at six-and-a-half, but his thickness challenged most bottoms they shared. He couldn’t believe he was getting to fuck such a beautiful, barely eighteen-year-old. This was going to be a fuck to remember. “Here,” said Dean as he handed Ben a nice-sized shard. “Keep him powered up until we slam him in the sling room.” “You're going to put him in the sling room?” The twenty-two-year-old rugby player asked as he stroked his thick seven-inch cock. “You might want to hit him with some more impact,” it’s gonna hurt at first til Tina hits him,” laughed Ben. He continued after pushing the shard in deep. “Yeah, I plan to after you finish with him,” Dean replied with a smirk. “Can’t hog him all night, it’s only fair to share him and give him what he didn’t realize he wanted,” chuckled Dean, as he stroked his thick eight inches. “He wanted fucked, so going to help him get all the dick he wanted, after all, what twink isn’t a cumslut at heart. “FUCK!” howled Adam and Ben, each for their own reason. Adam for being painfully stretched open, while Ben for the tightness of Adam’s tight boy cunt. “I’d like to fuck him in there if you don’t mind,” smirked the twenty-two-year-old, as he watched the sixty-five sink his thick cock deep inside the eighteen-year-old. “OH, GOD!” Adam moaned as his eyes rolled back, as he was stretched wider than he thought possible. Before he had completely adjusted, the older bear began withdrawing, then suddenly slammed back inside. The cock fucking him wasn’t as large as the first two men's, but it slowly began to feel better and better. His ass began to hunger for the thick cock to use his hole. “That’s right slut, I’m your new god,” chuckled Ben. Jerry began forcing his cock in Adam’s mouth, enjoying how the teen’s moans felt against his thick seven inches. While the boy could only get a small part of his Monster-can thick dick in his mouth, the eighteen-year-old knew how to use his tongue. He was slurping down the flowing precum from Jerry’s cock as though he couldn’t get enough. “Yeah, you can fuck the cumslut in the sling room. You want me to slam him there or before?” Dean asked the handsome rugby player. “You can do it here. I’ll carry him over and put him in the sling, and slam right in him,” chuckled the twenty-two-year-old. “God…damn… this…is…good…pussy,” panted Ben as he pounded Adam like a human Fleshlight. Dean grinned as he watched these poz men fucked the innocent neg eighteen-year-old. He wondered when they would start telling him they were pozzing him. Dean was looking forward to seeing Adam’s reaction. “SHIT,,,LET…ME…BREED…THE…SLUT!” Jerry panted, pulling out of Adam’s mouth. Ben quickly pulled out of Adam’s hole, making room for his long-time partner. “FUCK!” Jerry howled as he slammed inside the cumslut and began unloading his poz load the neg bitch beneath him. “SHIT! …SO GOOD!” Jerry pants as he works his load into a pink forth, before pulling out. “Thanks…Hon,” grinned the sixty-year-old silver-haired bear at his lover. “No prob, lover,” said Ben as he slid back inside Adam. “This is such a good pussy.” “OH…FUCK…ME!” Adam begged Ben. “Give me your load!” He needed more jizz in his ass. It made fucking so much better. Ben grinned evilly as he pumped in and out harder and faster, nearing his own climax. “Beg for my charged load slut!” Ben commanded Adam. He needed the eighteen-year-old to beg for his poz load. “Beg!” “Breed me!” Adam begged the bear fucking him so good. “Breed my pussy! He continued wanting the man’s load. “Beg for my charged load,” Ben commanded. “GIVE…ME…YOUR…CHARGED…LOAD!” Adam howled as his own climax hit hard. “BREED…ME!” His load plastered his 5’6”, 120 lbs. from his chest into his hair with his face looking like a glazed donut. The men in the room grinned at one another as Adam begged for a poz load. Before long, they’ll have the eighteen-year-old twink actually begging to be poz, they thought. Dean was pleased with how everything was going this night. Once the bear bred the cumslut he’d slam the twink again. He suspected the rugby player was going to really get off fucking the small teen in public. “TAKE…IT…SLUT!” Ben roared as he fired his toxic load deep inside the small teen pinned beneath him. “FUCKIN…SO…GOOD!” “Having fun?” Dean asked the cum-covered teen. Adam grinned up at Dean, “Yeah, I’m having a ball.” “Well, let’s get you spun nicely, and you can take some more charged loads,” Dean said as he took a syringe. “Hold still, or it’s gonna hurt,” he said as the rugby player tied an elastic band around Adam’s arm. Before he could say anything, Dean had darted him and pulled off the elastic band. Adam coughed hard before he was suddenly hit by a huge wave of pleasure which centered around his ass. He needed more cock, and he needed it now, “Fuck me! Someone fuck me!” he begged. “I think he’s ready for his introduction to the sling room,” grinned Dean as the rugby player picked Adam up in his arms. “Oh, you’re going to get more cock cumslut,” chuckled the twenty-two as he carried Adam out of Dean’s room. “I think you’re going to enjoy a nice audience, though, for them. I know I will.”

I jogged around a new area this time of the year. When I had moved to a new part of the city, I had discovered this area with its slopey hillsides and variety of tracks open and foresty parts that was actually quite close to where I lived now. While I was running up a hillside, I saw an extremely sexy guy come down the path towards me. Dark hair and eyes, tight shirt accentuating his muscled torso, a short beard, maybe around thirty – and when he came closer, he threw me a smile, went slower and waited on the side of the narrow way, so I could pass him better. I must have smiled back very appreciatively and said „Thanks man!“, passing him narrowly. „Sure buddy!“ he answered and then actually winked at me! I was thrown a little off guard, as I had never been so openly flirted with while running. I slowed my steps and my mind started racing about what to say or do, but when I opened my mouth, he thew me another smile and slowly went down the path I had just come up. I stared at his backside in his tight running shorts. „Damn!“ I muttered. Maybe I had overinterpreted his behavior? Well, nothing I could do about this now. While I hadn´t cum in a couple of days and had just realized through this how easily I got turned on at the moment, it wasn´t like I couldn´t have sex. At 26, I stood tall and fit, more lean than muscular, but when I invested some time, I could definitely have sex via the apps. I didn’t do that often though, I was more up for a relationship or at least building a connection in a bar or at a party and then see where it led. Well, no use thinking about that now. The guy had already left my field of view, so I turned around and continued up my path. When I reached the top of the hill, I had worked up little sweat and caught my breath. There wasn´t a good view here, since this hill was claimed by a lot of trees, but I trotted a bit alongside the hilltop to a place where I knew a fallen tree provided a great place to sit for a bit and enjoy – I stopped dead in my tracks when I rounded a corner and saw a guy sitting on the log and masturbating. What the fuck? He had thrown off his shirt and pants, sitting on the fallen tree and casually stroking his cock, eyes closed. He must have been only a little younger than me maybe. Light hair, a little blond stubble, lean and quite sexy, wearing only his running shoes and his white socks, sitting there just a few meters from me. I realized I had held my breath and so I exhaled - then shut my mouth as it came out more like a gasp. The guys´ eyes shot open and he looked straight at me. „Oh, haha, fuck!“ he exclaimed, an apologetic grin on his face. He stood up, but didn´t make a move to throw on his pants, just held a hand in front of his junk, the other one going behind his head, scratching the back of it while he shrugged. „I´m sorry man, just came up hear and realized how horny I was and… well…“ I stared at him for a second, then said „Uhm yeah, no worries, I… I´ll just look for another spot to sit and…“ I didn´t really know what to say. He was cute and turned me on, but I was so perplexed, my instinct was to get away. So I slowly started to turn away. „No man, please!“ the cutie exclaimed. I turned back and he had already run towards me, his cock bobbing with his steps, and now laid his left hand on my shoulder. „I´m sorry, I didn´t want to take your spot for myself. You can just sit here. If I hadn´t been wanking, you would have also come and sit together, right?“ I narrowed my brows for a moment. „Ah, yes…?“ „Right, so let´s just pretend that would have been the case, okay?“ he grinned, then took me by my arm and pulled me along. I didn´t offer any real resistance, too overwhelmed by the situation – and turned on by the guy, whose almost hairless ass was now just a meter in front of me. Fuck, I loved asses like that! He sat down on the log and let go of me, so I just sat down a bit away from him. He still wasn´t putting on his pants, but continued to cover his cock with his hand. „So what´s your name?“ he asked. “I´m Jared and you?“ „It might be a weird situation, but really nice to meet you Jared, I´m Ben!“ he said and grinned widely again. „It somehow just overcame me up here, this beautiful scenery and some hot guys here and there…“ he looked at me while he said that and the implication was clear. When I started to say something, I noticed that his right hand had changed from covering his junk to massaging it. „Uh… thanks man.“ I wanted to add a compliment, but a basic one seemed a bit too little, now that he was already stroking his cock in front of me. Ben was quicker though: „Seems like I´m not the only one who came up here horny today, hm?“ he chimed and slowly his left hand bridged the gap between us, caressed my hand on the tree for a second and then grasped my hard cock, that was forming a sizeable bulge in my thin running shorts. I gasped again. „Yeah… you could say that…“ I trailed off, mesmerized by his view and his hand working my cock hard. He scooted closer, looked into my eyes and brought his lips towards me. I leaned in and we passionately kissed, tongues intertwining after mere moments already. His other hand started to caress my neck, then his lips and tongue worked it for a moment, while his other hand pinched my nipple. My right hand was buried in his hair, while I put my left to work on his cock. It was a nice dick, moderately sized, while standing hard as rock and straight up. „Why don´t you remove those shorts sexy?“ he whispered into my ear and I immediately did so. I was still aware that we were quite in the open here, but the last times I hadn´t seen anybody around and… fuck it, that didn´t matter right now anyway! After I had pushed my running shorts and underwear down in one go, Ben continued to stroke my cock and licked his lips. „Fuck man, that´s a really nice cock!“ he exclaimed and I just laughed. He then went to his knees, a horny grin on his face, and before I could say a word, he engulfed my cock with his mouth. He didn´t waste any time, he just started sucking it all the way down, my glans entering his throat, and I gasped in surprise again. „Fuuuuck! That´s… wow!“ I just laughed. He withdrew and said „Well, we can do that, too, but first…“ and started sucking me off again. I let the implication linger, thinking about whether he might have come prepared for this with a condom, but then decided to enjoy his mouth instead and started guiding his head up and down my cock, sometimes forcing him to deepthroat and sometimes more facefucking him than him sucking me off. Every now and then I glanced around, but as expected, we were alone. We continued this for a few minutes and I slowly felt an orgasm build inside of me. Right then, Ben withdrew his mouth and stoop up again. I exhaled in frustration. „Uhh man, I could have almost come. That was awesome, maybe…“ he interrupted me „You should man! Come here and give me that cock!“ He leaned beside me onto the log, spitting into his hand and coating his hole in spit. I stood up, jacking my cock. I wouldn´t let that invitation pass, I was so fucking horny! „Sure man, do you have a condom?“ Ben made a face. „No man, sorry… but… you´re clean right? I really need you to fuck me, please! Would you…?“ and longingly looked at me. I decided in flash. „Yeah man, I am… Alright, fuck, I need that now!“ I muttered, as much to him as to myself. I stood behind him, putting my cock against his beautiful hole, framed by that sexy ass and slowly started pushing in. „Fuuuck yes!“ he purred. I didn’t hear any pain from him, so I continued to push. He was able to take my entire length slowly, but in one single go. „Yeees baby, that´s it! Fuck, your ass feels so nice!“ „And your cock, bare, inside of me!“ he answered, pushing even more against me. We quickly found a rhythm. I didn´t want to cum too fast, but also this shouldn´t last for long, we were still out here in the open. So I adjusted my pace and fucked his ass nice and hard, his hands reaching back, pulling on me, my world shrinking in on my cock and his hole. - Until I heard a rustling to the side. My head jerked up and I immediately saw the guy who had come down the path towards me before standing there, massaging his cock through his shorts with one hand and smoking a joint with the other. If I hadn´t heard him, the smell would have probably hit me a moment later. I was horrified to have been walked in on while having sex – but this guy seemed to enjoy the show, just nodding and grinning, while Ben seemed oblivious to it all and continued to fuck himself on my dick. It felt great. The other guy slowly stepped a little closer, until Ben seemed to hear him, too. His eyes shot open in confusion, but then he smiled and said „Hi Matt!“ „Hi Ben, looking great there under this sexy fucker…“ Wait, they knew each other?! „Don´t worry Jared, I´ve done this same thing with Matt here already. So no reason to be ashamed. And I think he likes you!“ „Oh, I definitely do! We saw each other on the way here and I went on, but then decided to come back and see if I would see him again. Well and that´s quite the perfect way to do so!” Matt laughed. He came even closer, now a mere meter away. “I wanted to tell you before, but you´re really hot Jared!” “So are you!” I could just say, grinning at him. I couldn´t believe this whole situation, I was still fucking Ben slowly. “I didn’t want to interrupt you guys, please continue… and if I´m making you uncomfortable by watching, maybe this will help?” he held out the joint to us, offering it. “Sure!” Ben said, taking it and having two deep draws from it, before holding it out to me. I shrugged, then took it. Probably not a bad idea, as I wasn´t sure how hard I could stay in this firework of emotions. I took two good draws as well and held it out to Matt again, but he already held a lighter and a kind of glas pipe in his hand that he heated, sucked on and exhaled a white cloud, when I let my smoke out, too. “It´s fine Jared, you can just finish it off, if you want to. I got this as well.” “Uh, okay, thanks. What is it though, never seen that?” I said, before taking another turn on the almost empty joint, while continuing to fuck Ben. This situation was so hot! And I already felt the pot relaxing me somewhat. “It´s called T, I had also never heard that name before somebody showed it to me. It´s not like pot, it has a more… exhilarating effect on the body and makes you really horny, too.” He said, taking another drag. The fat bulge in his shorts twitched while he did. “Haha yeah, I can see that man!” I said, nodding towards his cock. “Well, that´s mostly because of you two sexy sluts here.” He answered and winked at me again. “Wanne try?”

NO !!! It does Not count as taking a load. Direct Deposits REQUIRED to count as a load. The ass can be filled with cum and a good feeling for the bottom, it does not count as officially taking a load. Some guys do "freeze" several loads and later inject it in the ass with a full feeling, it does not count. Swallow the load is acceptable but does not count. Especially for men that are chasing and/or bugchasers. HIV is not transferred if exposed to air. You can lick cum off a wall/floor or mixed with food and down your throat. Mailed cum to be inserted are all options, but Direct Deposits are REQUIRED to be counted as Officially taking a load.

I was a little on edge after being approached liked that. Also all the emotions running thru me. I decided to go shopping, pick up dinner then go home. After going clothes shopping I picked up pizza and went home. I got home around 7pm. Rick texted me that he would be home around 7:30p. I changed clothes and waited for him. He came home, changed clothes and we ate dinner. We talked about our day and I shared my experience at the health clinic. "It sounds about right" Rick said "What do you mean?" I asked "its a clinic but has more mature and sexually aggressive types there. I bet if you stayed around you probably would have gotten laid, but I am glad you didn't" he said "I hope it comes back negative" I blurted out He smiled, "Me too" he said "Just remember you will be my property. Do you understand that? I can do whatever I want to you. I will own you?" he said "Yes Daddy. Will you hurt me? And for how long?" I asked "No but there maybe some pain. Part of that is for your growth so you can truly listen to your body and expand your horizon and pleasure. I will transform you. It will last for a month then we can reassess" he said "Yes Daddy" I said My phone buzzed. My results were ready. I breathed hard. I clicked the link and opened the results. HIV Test Results NEGATIVE

Chapter 3 - There's More Than One Type of Bug It wasn't as if Jordan didn't know about such things. He hadn't been around at the time but he knew his parents had celebrated the onset of HIV and AIDS. They had given thanks to their God for His punishment of the homosexuals, the drug users and even the Africans. You still heard some of that shit at church and even some at college. The taming of their pet horror was just one more reason most of them hated science so much. Now a person could live with that 'curse', could manage it and be loved and be happy. His parents reaction to that didn't seem too 'Christian' to young Jordan. To find the Breeding Zone, to find a whole community open and even proud of who they were, that did shake Jordan. It certainly hadn't taken long on the forum to find out what that scorpion tattoo meant. The same with the plus sign. The same as the weird symbol he now realised was a biohazard 'warning'. He saw pictures of other bodies with those same tattoos and always the status boldly posted alongside - 'Poz'. He found out what 'gifting' meant too and finally he understood those words in the video that he knew absolutely by heart. Four heavy loads of Poz cum had gone into that beautiful Russian boy. Was he on medication? Somehow Jordan doubted that. Had he been fooled into fucking those men? Jordan didn't believe that either. The boy had known exactly what he was doing. He had given himself to those men, had let them use him, had taken their seed with all that might entail. Had he caught the virus, the 'bug' as the forum called it? That was a question with no answer - but that the boy had been chasing it Jordan had no doubt. It was all so fucking mind-blowing and fucking scary too! He read a few pieces and then shut his device down. He felt a peculiar mix of fascination, excitement and revulsion. It was really the first explicitly gay forum he had been on and he understood it was one heck of a place to start! Two things that young Jordan had in abundance were intelligence and curiosity. It took a little time to process all he had seen but over the next few days he couldn't get his mind off that site. Even when he found other gay forums and browsed them he couldn't find anything nearly so impactful, so viscerally exciting. The other forums all lacked something and he came to understand just what it was that they were missing. Freedom. The BZ (as they called it) had rules of course but it was nothing like as locked down as the other forums. Some of them were so puritanical they bore a weird resemblance to his parents! Don't do that. Beware of this. Always do that. Do as we say or else... The BZ people expressed themselves so much more openly. They didn't hide their desires. They posted them right out there. They took strength from their community. Living in his parents' house, in his conservative town, Jordan drew strength from it too. Admired men who pursued their desires and lived their lives as they saw fit. Who made their own rules for their own selves. Even where they regretted past mistakes they did so openly, they owned their errors and lived with managing the results. He had never lived as the person he really was. Jordan Myers was the top-of-the-class school student, the perfect college attendee, the polite and beautifully mannered handsome young man that mothers pushed their daughters towards. He was the pride of, and a credit to, his parents, his church and his community. Except he wasn't. He wanted to be on that dirty mattress in a rundown apartment in Moscow. He wanted to be spat on and sworn at and he wanted them to cum on him AND in him. His dreams had only changed to the extent that now there were usually other men there too. All stroking their huge cocks and waiting their turn. Their bodies all marked with the tell-tale tattoos. Balls full of potent, tainted, cum that would plant the virus deep into young Jordan Myers, that would make everyone, make the whole world, be forced to recognise who he really was. He screamed at those men in his dreams. Demanded that they fuck him, seed him, breed him. Desperately promised that he was on no protection and that he wanted them to poz him for good and for all. Thanked each sneering brute after he had planted his potentially life-changing load. Lay back covered in their spit and sweat and semen and believed he could feel the virus polluting his blood-stream and making the day's decision irreversible. Imagined waiting for the next couple of weeks for the symptoms, the 'fuck flu' they all wrote about. He felt and savoured the surge of mixed excitement and dread all the while knowing it was too late - that there could be no going back now. Then, at that precise moment, he always woke up. Woke up drenched in sweat and having cum all over himself. After a couple of adventures sneaking sheets into the laundry he had begun sleeping naked and on top of his bed. If the dream came then so would he. Jordan barely even registered that such dreams were really the only thing that got his little dicklet hard nowadays. So Jordan went back to the BZ and found other things to make him excited. Found users who knew how to do just that - to use. Older, experienced, men who were skilled and talented in taking their pleasure from little bottoms just like him. Who fucked tight little holes and left them sloppy and ruined. He read and read and read and he wanted it all. But he also wanted more. The true life reports were amazing enough but once Jordan ventured into the fiction section he unknowingly took another big step toward his destiny. There were lots of stories there and if you hunted you could find just the ones for you. Ones that hit exactly the right note, exactly the right theme, exactly the perfect atmosphere. *** Jordan was a naive little virgin who took a drink or two too many one college party night and wandered into the wrong club. A stealther spotted him immediately and within twenty minutes Jordan was face down on a bed in a motel somewhere. A huge cock plowing his guts and then a big heavy load of poz cum planted deep. *** Jordan was tied up on a bench with his bottom part pushed through a curtained hole in the wall and made available to an unknown number of horny men. He never saw them but they all fucked him and they all nutted just as far up his boi pussy as they could get. All the time he could only look at the little sign above the hole in the wall. a sign repeated on the other side as he had previously seen. A picture of himself at his most pretty and cute. Above the picture the words, 'Jordan Myers Dumb little neg twink.' Below the picture more words, 'No PrEP and all loads taken Poz loads preferred.' *** Jordan was in a small room. He was perfectly made up and dressed in white lingerie as befitted a cute little femboy bride. Next door he heard voices and the stamping of feet. Many feet, heavy feet, impatient feet. They were the bridegrooms. Fifty men especially selected for their mean dispositions, sadistic inclinations and their high unmedicated viral loads of HIV-enriched cum. When he went next door, when he joined them, they would have no mercy. He had come here of his own free will and understanding that these men didn't fuck little femboys - they ruined them, they destroyed them. A man appeared and smirked at him. Jordan knew the rules. He could still leave at the moment but once he took those few steps and went through that door then no-one could stop what would happen. There would be no safe-words and no concern for his desires or his well-being. He would just be a dumb little femboy slut who had got in way over his head and would get what he had coming. Jordan got up and teetered on his very high heels. It was hard to walk in them and more important it was impossible to run away. His heels clicked on the wooden floor as he took those few steps. He reached for the door, opened it and stepped through... *** Jordan loved a lot of the stories but fuck that last one was soooooo fucking HOT! It would have replaced his old dream but the story had ended just there with the roar of the mass of sweaty perverted men as they rushed towards their victim. A willing victim. A consenting victim. Well as consenting as you could be when you were so hopelessly innocent and naive. Jordan knew that he wanted to be that. Willing and consenting and horrendously out of his depth - putting himself in a situation that he could not escape. Forcing everyone to understand just who he was - whatever the consequences. Understanding just how such a story made him feel was kind of scary but he couldn't resist it. He was still frightened by the step but he made an account and posted how much he loved the story and how much he wanted it to continue. He perhaps got a little excited and even posted that he wished something similar could happen to him. Then he waited for the world to collapse. Before it really had time to do so he had panicked and deleted his account. Then Jordan leaned back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief. One thing was for sure he wouldn't be crazy or stupid enough to do that again! *** One day later his parents were out and Jordan made a new BZ profile.

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

Twink twins Chapter 1 Into the void Part I I had just finished breakfast with my family and headed upstairs to our room. I reached inside the darkened room and flipped on the valance lights, they provided a warm glow to the ceiling in my brothers and my, center of activity. My name is Marcus, the older twin by half an hour, and I just turned 18 on the previous Monday. My brother Mikal and I share everything and are identical in almost every way, our personalities are very much alike as well, although I am the louder one and Mik is a bit more submissive. Our parents are well off, my mom being a Dean of Hospitality Managementn, at the local college, my dad is an account executive at a PR firm. I hate to brag but we had been adorable children and my dad used us in several commercials when we were younger, which is why we weren’t shy in front of the camera. As we grew older and entered our teens we learned to broadcast small skits on YouTube, TikTok, and Instagram. Undenounced to our parents our goal was to subsidize our college scholarships on Only Fans, and Just for Fans. I had come out to my brother when I was 11, after realizing I had a crush on my math teacher, “Hey Mik, I think im into guys” he just shrugged it off. Mikal came out to me when he was 16, realizing he had a crush on my mentor, a senior on the football team, he was varsity while I was freshmen/ sophomore level, we laughed and hugged each other. One of our similarities was we had the same type of guy we fell for but being so similar we weren’t necessarily attracted to each other. I sat down at my laptop and logged into Blogspot, preparing to start the Blog and podcast that our various activities and interest would be outlined. I rose up and walked over to the light ring I was going to use and set up the camera to film my initial segment, I plugged in the html cable to the laptop and set it aside outside of the cameras viewpoint. I grabbed my mouse and clicked on the camera application, switching into a blue and red Vertically striped tank top and white basket ball shorts, and sat in the desk chair, I used the mouse to bring myself into focus and clicked on record: “Hey there all my buddies out in cyber land, it is Thursday October 4th at 7 o’clock in the morning, I am going to record this before getting ready for school and I hope you enjoy my quips, as most of you know my name is Marc an I am a twin with my younger brother Mik. This is my initial Blog-podcast for all to hear and see. Once we get started my brother will join us and we will comment on our events, my brother is currently downstairs with our mom, going over plans for our birthday party on Saturday. Just to tell you what to expect in our broadcast I want to introduce you to some of our guest who we will be having on our OF and JFF shows as well as those who will join us here for our weekly Podcast. First up would be my best bud, Jake who I have known since we were in Pee Wee football together, although we were on different teams at the time we became friends and inseparable, living close to each other allowed us to be at each other’s house on a constant basis tossing the pigskin around or practicing our wrestling moves depending on the season. Once we hit middle school we began Wrestling and playing football for the school teams. He became my Quarter Back and I alternated between his Wide receiver and tight end. We were both good athletes and did well in school. Jake is three weeks older than Mik and I, stands about 6’2’ tall and about 178 pounds, tight jock body, eight pack you can bounce quarters off of, tanned from all the time he spends on the field and in our pool, and as you will find out well endowed. Next, I’d like to give you the lowdown on Miks Bestie, Andy is just under 6’ tall and boast being older than us by six months, he is very intelligent and smoking hot to boot. He is also very well endowed, and I think he has a dark side to him. Mikal met him when he was on the Swim team for our HOA at the community pool, they connected and soon they were bossom buddies hanging out together, when they got to high school, they joined the swim and diving team. He spends almost as much time at our house as Mik spends at his. Next, let me tell you about the guy who became my idol sophomore year, Alex was a halfback on the varsity and the guy Mik had a crush on, he stood 6’4” tall and weighed in around 189 pounds he was lean and full of muscles and would walk around school with a serious bulge most days, he took me under his wings, giving me advise and coaching to help improve my game. He also popped in on occasion to attend our parties, birthday, and holiday celebrations etc. he went off to college at the end of his senior year but returned home on weekends and breaks. Bret was the center on Jake and my football team, he hung out with us and I think he had a crush on me he stood just under 6; and weighed in at 210 pounds of solid muscle, he wasn’t as gifted as some of our friends in the cock department but what he lacked in length he made up for in girth. He was Latin and black in origin and was bilingual Conner was on Mik’s swim team, he was the smallest of our band of brothers, but the bulge in his speedo’s was impressive and showed promise” As I was describing Conner, Mikal walked in quietly stripped off his flannel pajama pants and pulled on a pair of blue basketball shorts, commando, he was wearing a muscle tee which at one time had been a standard tee shirt until we cut the sleeve and half of the side off leaving the rock band logo intact on the front. It did make him look sexy as he came over to sit in the desk chair next to mine “Hey folks,, it’s Mik here, don’t know what my bro has been telling ya but glad to be able to participate here on this podcast blog, it sounds like my brother has been telling you about our friends, I’d like to add a few, there is Eric, he is on my swim team and likes to hang out with us he is the tallest swimmer on the team at 6’5 inches and fills out his speedo to make you drool, I hope I can get to know him better before we head off to University this fall And there is Fred he is a lineman on Marc’s football team, he is incredibly good looking and has a big bulge he has been hanging with us for the past couple of months since the start of summer training” “Don’t forget Ben Jakes older brother” I interjected “Yes there’s dear sweet Ben, Jakes adorable older brother who by the way goes to university with Alec, he is a older version of Jake, the DNA wheel didn’t travel far in that family” “Well it is time to get ready for school, maybe we’ll log another episode when I get home from football practice and Mik gets home from swimming. This is Marc and Mik the Dillard twins signing off for now” I reached over to the mouse and stopped the recording and shut down the camera, I posted to our BlogSpot and ended the podcast channel as well I striped out of my clothes and headed to the bathroom, Mik did the same, climbing into the communal large shower with me as we washed up. Watching Mik was like looking in a mirror the main difference between us other than the earrings mom made us get as youngsters so she could tell us apart without pulling our pants down, mine in my right, Mik’s in his left, was the large freckle on our asses once again on opposite cheeks.

One of my best scruff fails (I always screen grabbed my most idiotic encounters) this one from 10 yrs ago

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

Yes. It counts. We sound like the Council of Nicea. We should write The Cumdump's Creed.

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.

Being a pig bottom that started getting bred in my early teens I think I should weigh in on this one. lol. My first “relationship” was with my step dad. It’s a long story but I was 13. He is hung. 9” and thick. When he started breeding me I was not aware that he was larger than normal. I just thought I was undersized. He showed me what it truly was to bottom. Because of the time it took to break me in I thought all tops were hung and this is what it was to bottom. Needless to say I took to it well and became insatiable. By the time I went to college and met my second long term relationship I had certain expectations. Lucky for me he was even bigger than my dad. So for the first 9 or 10 years of my sexual experience I was bred by very large cocked men. Now that I have had literally thousands of men inside me I can say with confidence it was worth it. I owe being a sloppy pig bottom to some special big dicked tops.

The bass thumped through the floor, a deep, rhythmic pulse that vibrated in Alex’s molars. He stood at the edge of the dimly lit common area of The Steamworks, a labyrinth of tile and shadow he’d only ever read about online. The air was thick with humidity, chlorine, and a musky, anonymous scent. At twenty-two, this was his pilgrimage, his first step into the world his desires pointed toward, yet his body thrummed with a virgin’s paralyzing anxiety. He’d rented a small private room, a cubicle just big enough for a narrow cot, a locker, and his racing heart. The door had a simple hook latch, not a lock. He told himself it was for safety, for air flow. He lay down on the stiff vinyl, listening to the muffled laughter, the slap of sandals on wet floor, the relentless, enveloping music. His plan had been to gather his courage, to venture out, to maybe just talk to someone. But the sensory overload was immense. The thumping bass began to feel like a lullaby for the overwhelmed. His eyes, gritty with nervous exhaustion, grew heavy. The distant sounds blurred into a single, oceanic roar. He fell into a deep, sudden sleep. He didn’t hear the door sigh open. He didn’t feel the shift in the air as a larger, older body filled the doorway. He only began to surface from the depths of sleep when a heavy weight settled on him, a hand clamping firmly over his mouth. His eyes flew open to near-total darkness—the curtain had been drawn across the glass block window. A silhouette loomed, featureless in the gloom. “Shhh,” a voice, gravelly and calm, breathed into his ear. “Just relax. It’s easier.” Panic fired through Alex’s nerves, but his body was leaden, trapped in the syrupy residue of sleep and shock. He tried to buck, to twist, but the man was strong, practiced. Alex heard the soft, definitive *click* of the hook latch being secured. Trapped. The man’s other hand worked efficiently, impersonally. The violation was a quiet, methodical theft. There was no passion, no desire, only a cold, crushing exercise of power. The music swelled in the hallway, perfectly masking any stifled whimper, any rustle of the vinyl cot. Time distorted, stretching into an eternity of helpless shame. The man finished as quietly as he had begun, adjusting his own towel. Before he left, he leaned close again, his breath smelling of mint and stale coffee. “Leave the latch open,” he whispered, a grotesque parody of advice. “A nice boy like you shouldn’t sleep alone. Let the party in.” Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving Alex curled into a tight, trembling ball, feeling shattered and filthy. For long minutes, he couldn’t move. The act itself was a nightmare, but the words… *Leave the latch open*. They echoed in the hollow space where his courage had been. He felt a desperate, irrational need to defy the command, to lock the world out. Shakily, he pushed himself up and fumbled for the hook latch. His fingers, slick with sweat, finally managed to secure it. *Safe*. He leaned his forehead against the cool metal of the locker, taking ragged breaths. He just needed a moment. Just a moment to think, to process the incomprehensible. A soft knock at the door, barely audible over the music, made him jump. Then another. More insistent. Confusion cut through his shock. Had the man come back? A wave of nausea hit him. He remained silent, frozen. The knocking stopped. He heard a faint shuffling in the corridor. Then, a sliver of light appeared at the bottom of the door as the hook latch, from the outside, was quietly, expertly, lifted and pushed open. The door swung inward. Standing in the hallway wasn’t the older man. It was a stranger, younger, with a towel slung low on his hips. He looked at Alex’s tear-streaked face, his hunched posture, and his expression showed no surprise, only a casual, waiting appraisal. He didn’t enter. He just… waited. And then Alex saw past him. His blood turned to ice. Behind the first man, illuminated in the gloomy red hallway light, was another. And behind him, another. A silent, patient queue of silhouettes stretched down the tiled corridor, a line of men waiting their turn. No one spoke. No one met his horrified, darting eyes. They just stood, a procession of shadows, having been instructed, by the monster who started it all, that the door to room seven would be open. That the new boy inside was available. The last thread of Alex’s reality snapped. The thumping music was no longer a beat; it was the drumming march of his own doom. The line did not advance. It simply existed, a living, breathing testament to his violation and the disease—both physical and existential—that had just been seeded in his blood. The horror was no longer a single act in the dark. It was the future, waiting in the hall, and it had already formed an orderly line.

Chapter 4 - Baiting the Hook It became something of a process. Jordan made profiles and then he deleted them. Each with a different number or later name, each just a little more daring than the last. Exposing a little more about himself, finding sexy pics to post, writing about how he wanted to find a cruel dom daddy, maybe a bunch of cruel dom Daddies. Nobody had really responded until he started posting pics. Then they did - then they told him just what they wanted to do to him and that was sooooooo much fun!!! Sometimes a single line and sometimes huge long rants about how they'd take him and tie him up and destroy his tight little virgin hole. How they'd film it all and sent it to all of his contacts on his phone. How they'd destroy him. Just thinking about it was so exciting! You quickly found out that if you wanted [banned word] you had come to the right place. One guy had wanted to dress him up as a baby and then crap on him. No thanks!!! Also what was it about feet? I mean each to his own and no doubt feet could be fun but he knew now that there were way more exciting ideas out there and there were many rather more adventurous deviants who could just push Jordan's buttons the way he liked his buttons to be pressed. He stored such ideas away in his mind - thought all the time of just how it would be to live them for real. He had great fun teasing the BZ men with his specially selected pics and his posts, public AND private! But then someone would recognise a photo and angrily call him out on it or someone would try to get a little bit too insistent about meeting in real life. Jordan would get scared again and would delete his profile. The mods got used to him begging them to delete the pics he had posted and they always did. Every time, every time, he would swear to himself that it was the last time. Every time, every time, he would be back after a few days usually but that last time it was two or three months. He tried his best, he really did, he knew the dangers of discovery and the even deeper, darker, dangers of letting himself go too far. The BZ men were good about that. They never tried to hide just what they wanted to do to him. It wasn't their fault that he found so many of their ideas so enticing, so tempting, so more-ish. Besides he wanted to read those stories again - especially the one about the ruined boi bride. The moment the boi found out all of the men there to fuck him were Poz, had come just to destroy his boi pussy and ruin him beyond repair. Fuck that was soooo HOOOOOTTTTTT!!!!! He loved the fact the femboy was called Jordyn - that was almost HIS name! Maybe that was why the story resonated so much - why he had lived it so often in his dreams - why he wanted to live it for real in the darkest, strongest, areas of his consciousness. Why it was so dangerous for young Jordan Myers and why it was so utterly irresistible. So in June he made his fresh account and he really thought about it this time. First, he wanted a name and not a number. Three words had been colliding in his brain again and again over the last three long months away from the BZ. He mashed them together to make his new online persona, 'BoiFagBarbie.' That was so fun and so perfect for teasing all those dirty old men on the forum! He wished he was brave enough to put his real picture up. His cute pretty face, nicely made up, his slim pale body and especially his perfect little virgin boi pussy. He knew that they would love that and he knew it would inspire them. They'd tell him all their filthy ideas and he SOOOOOOOOOOO lived for that! He didn't do it of course. He couldn't risk being found out - even while he desperately yearned for the moment when everyone knew the real Jordan Myers, the filthy deviant little boi slut that he really was. His classmates, the church congregation, the townsfolk and especially, especially, his parents. They all needed to know - but he was scared and he knew he couldn't be that brave. If only someone would just take charge - like in the story. But that wasn't going to happen. He knew that. Previously, of course, he had found pictures that he found hot and that he knew the men on the site would like too. However, he wasn't dealing with just any forum here. Private Messages told him that they knew that he had 'borrowed' the pictures. These men knew their porn, were connoisseurs of fine young boi flesh. Posting up a borrowed image was OK but you wouldn't ever get ALL of their attention unless you put up the real thing. That posed problems but not the obvious one. The pictures he had chosen were indeed as similar to himself as he could find. He was a young man and his youthful looks meant he could still pass easily for eighteen and he was handsome, or rather he was pretty in an undeniably cute way, while he had a perfect pale complexion free of blemishes or imperfections. If you wanted an image of a young beautiful boi just aching to be corrupted then you couldn't find a much more perfect image than himself. The problems posed were not his inability to attract the attention of the men he wanted, not a fear that he would not excite them. He had seen others on the forum attract a lot of attention when they were not one fraction as hot as he knew he was. Instead, it was that simple fear of discovery. He'd never break through that all by himself. So pics were tricky but he could write and one day, left alone, he sat down and began to do just that. He wrote and he wrote and he wrote, feeling such joy at being able to put down just how he felt onto paper, or rather onto his screen. He read it through and nodded. Then he read it again and again and again until he thought it was perfect. Until it truly represented exactly who Jordan Myers REALLY was. He thought up a nice thread title that would attract just the sort of men he wanted to take notice of him. 'Self Destructive VIRGIN fagdoll with MAJOR Daddy Issues'. That should get some attention! Then he paused and really thought about whether he wanted to post it. He used the time to hunt into the recesses of the web looking for a new profile pic. He wasn't quite sure even how he got to that particular site but suddenly he saw the perfect pic and he knew he recognised the beautiful young boy in it. It was the Russian boy from that original video! The one that looked REALLY like him! It was perfect and he saved it and a few others from the same place. He didn't know when the picture was taken of course. Before the boy had been fucked and pozzed by the two men or after? He was pretty sure the answer was 'before'. That picture might even have been the thing to draw the two men's attention. It might have led to that other image of the beautiful boy, covered in spit and sperm, his boi pussy gaping and wrecked and filled with Poz seed. Jordan found the idea incredibly exciting. Such a cute little image had led to the boy being ruined and that made it perfect for his profile pic. So he made it just that. His thread title and his new profile pic were sooooooo perfect! It made it impossible to even think of chickening out now. He made his new thread and then copied the whole, incredibly nasty, piece he had written and pasted it into the forum submission box. A deep breath and he submitted the post and saw it appear on the public forum. He was a boi on a mission now. He gathered up the rest of the pics he had found, even daringly found the one experimental pic he had taken months ago of his own cute perfect bubble butt, then posted the lot to an album on his profile. What could he call it? It came to him in a flash. 'Virgin Fagdoll 4 Mean POZ Daddies.' He was really on a roll now. Let no-one say Jordan Myers couldn't do marketing! Suddenly the moment passed. Terror flooded through his veins and he wanted to delete all he had posted again but this time he fought the impulse and instead closed his machine and just let things wait until the next time he was alone and could seen any responses. That evening he was sat on his bed, naked and stroking his little pink penis between two fingers. There had been a lot of responses. He seemed to have attracted the attention of lots of men that wanted to fuck him, even if rather too many had that 'Neg' status indicated. His fantasies had dominated his brain for so long that 'Neg' was rather a turn-off nowadays. A Poz status just naturally went with the sort of experienced, perverted, Daddy Dom Master of his fantasies. Well, aim high - right!!! The public responses were almost all one-liners. Some were almost worshipping his cuteness. He didn't want that - he needed someone to ruin him! Hadn't they read his fucking piece at all! Didn't they see his album was subtitled, 'Born to be RUINED'! He was here to find a Dom Master to degrade him not a cute boyfriend to cherish him. He felt his little penis shrink and soften back into its regular status as a dicklet. Then he saw the notification. He saw its words and in that instant his little penis, useless as it basically was, became hard as a rock. 'We've been waiting for you!' A private message from an account named '730 Boi Wrecka.' Below that name the word 'Poz' and then 'Not on Meds'. Fuck yeah - that was more like it! The profile name was hot enough but those words, 'We've been waiting for you!' The message that first lured the virgin boi bride to his destruction in the story he loved so much! He felt the blood pumping through his veins, felt the excitement in every part of his young body. He opened the message. 'I been reading your posts and also posts from certain deleted accounts that have that 'BoiFagBarbie' flavor. You say you are looking for a certain kind of man. Well you found him. I can arrange EVERYTHING you been talking about. I got my name for a reason - you won't be my first time to the dance. You maybe got more ambitious notions than most but I can meet them. Meet them and a lot more.' 'So are you fronting like some of them pics or are you for real and who are you? You see there's three kinds of young faggots here.' 'First - there's them that turn up, front awhile and then get chicken shit. They delete their account and try to forget it ever even happened. Try to go back to being what they was and still could return to be - a nice young man, a credit to their parents.' 'Then there's them that enjoy the forum, enjoy the community, enjoy the illicit little danger of even being here. But do anything like that - fuck no. They might talk about it all day and every day but they way too smart to burn their fingers that bad. They can have fun here for years.' 'Then there's the little faggy fembois unlucky, or lucky, enough to get the attention of a certain kind of man. They get what they deserve. They get totally fucked up. With no mercy and no way back.' 'So which one are you 'BoiFagBarbie'? I'm only interested in the third kind - the dumb little faggot sluts on the road to ruin. Convince me you are worth my time. So no-one is in any doubt tell me just EXACTLY what you want done to you. Then - if you impress me and I agree to make the arrangements - tell me what you are willing to do to make it worth my time.' '730 Boi Wrecka' *** If anyone had deliberately tried to bait a hook for a naive little would-be femboy slut like Jordan Myers then he couldn't have picked a better strategy. But then this was a man who had done this before and who understood just how horny little sissies like Jordan thought. You didn't get to ruin as many young faggots as this man had without understanding such things. A dumb little cunt like Jordan might have felt he was nice and safe teasing the BZ men but all the while he was just being set up to take the lure. Only one person here was the hunter and only one person here was the prey. '730 Boi Wrecka' had baited the hook and now he waited for the little slut to bite. That first answer was always the vital moment. Once they responded to him, if they were worth it, he was always skilled enough to land them. From that moment they were pretty much doomed. *** Jordan Myers looked at his screen. He couldn't really believe it. How long had he dreamed and fantasized about just this? He only had to respond. He really wanted to respond. But was he brave enough and what could he say?

I guess my first real fuck buddy was my senior year of high school there was this horny little freshman I'd take home but we'd stop at my home first and I'd breed him. He really loved having cum in his ass and really tapped into my breeding side.

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.

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?”

So I have trained myself and now have no gag reflex. The key is to learn to control your body’s automatic response to having something jammed down your throat! First you need to increase your ability to hold your breath for extended periods of time. You can do this in several ways but I recommend just doing regular breathing exercises to expand your lung capacity. If you over oxygenate your body, you can go without oxygen for a long time. Then you need to get comfortable breathing exclusively through your nose, so you can breathe with your mouth full. Personally I love to use a little blow to numb my throat which makes it that much easier to throat a big dick deep for a long time without any problems. it should be said that some tops like it when you gag and choke on them - I know one who legit wants me to throw up lol - but in my decades of experience they all appreciate a sucker who is enthusiastic about getting it all down their throat and has developed their skills to be able to handle even the biggest of dicks

Chapter 7 - Jordan and Jordyn The man handed the license back and tapped it with a long finger. "You are Jordan Myers huh." Jordan nodded. What else was he supposed to do? "Like fuck you are faggot," said the man. "Now Jordan - that's a man's name in my book. You don't look like no fucking man - maybe a faggy boy but no way a man." He leaned across and grasped Jordan's wrist. His grip was like iron and proved that, whatever his age, the aura of strength and power given off by the man was no delusion. Pulling the smaller and weaker Jordan behind him the man strode round to the back of the store, out of the vision of anyone arriving there. Jordan didn't resist - resisting a man like that didn't seem either smart or likely to get you anything but big trouble. The back of the store housed the garbage dumpsters and then a space of empty land, grown rank with weeds. Beyond was the derelict works with its many windows all broken and redolent of desolation and decay. There was no-one around and no-one to see whatever happened here. "This is kinda my office for things like this," said the man, "nice and private." His smile wasn't reassuring. "Show me faggy boy - show me how you're claiming to be a man, to grade as a Jordan. Take off that fucking top." Jordan stripped off his top. He was too scared, too excited, too almost out of his mind to even think of refusing. This man had a natural authority, a gravitas that made Jordan himself feel so weak, so helpless, so insignificant. Some people controlled a situation and some lost control of it. That was just the way things were. It was terrifying but that didn't mean it wasn't right, that it wasn't natural. The cooler air made Jordan's nipples stand proud. The man nodded. "Flat chested bee-stinged bitch ain't ya but I'm saying you still way too weak and puny for anyone to call you a man. Lose the fucking pants and anything else you wearing down there - let me see what you got to offer." Jordan undid his pants and let them drop. His cock was hard even if it was a little too small to be obvious through his underwear. The man made a gesture and Jordan dropped them too. His little pink penis stood hard and at attention, almost a full three inches. The man looked at him and laughed. "See boy - you ain't no man. A man has a cock." He stepped forward and eased down his own pants and shorts. Oh fuck! Nine inches of thick coal-black cock and it wasn't even fully hard yet. Jordan saw that it was still growing and it didn't care about the cool air. It was ready to claim a hungry faggot hole. The man came up close to Jordan and put the hard warm meat of his cock against Jordan's tiny pink penis. "Now this is a cock faggot. What you have is maybe a clitty. So why are you pretending to be Jordan. Jordan is a man's name. Girls and sissy femboys they ain't called Jordan - they are called Jordyn. You hear me faggot. Spelled J - O - R - D - Y - N. Now you want me to treat you like Jordan or you want me to treat you like Jordyn. How you spelling it?" It was humiliating but the humiliation was an excitement in itself. Despite being overshadowed and disgraced his little penis was still hard as a rock. Besides, that story had been in his mind so much. The ruined femboi bride was called Jordyn and he so desperately wanted to be that dumb little sissy proudly wiggling his butt as he walked in heels to his total destruction. "I am Jordyn sir. J - O - R - D - Y - N." The man was smiling again but there was still no warmth in it. Just triumph and a certain satisfaction. "See boy - you are learning. Like I said your real education starts now. Next lesson is what is worth a fuck and what ain't no use to no-one." He hitched his pants back up but halted Jordyn's effort to do the same with a glare. Then the man reached in his pocket and withdrew something metallic. His hand went to Jordyn's little penis, bravely standing tall, and the young man felt the cold of the metal against his shaft. A cold liquid spread over his exposed flesh. Jordyn gasped and he felt his penis shrink. To a semi and then to a dangling useless worm in a few seconds. The man produced a thin elasticated belt of pink material. "Put that on." Jordyn obeyed. While Jordan might have hesitated or considered Jordyn had a much less complicated existence - he just had to obey. He stepped into the belt and pulled it up snug. There was a weird round metal ring and he wondered where ir was supposed to go. "Typical dumb femboy," laughed the man, "put your clitty and balls through it. Shouldn't be too hard with that tiny little thing." His balls were rather more difficult but after a little fumbling he managed it and then his soft meat followed more easily. What now? He was rather grateful for the cool air keeping his penis, sorry his clitty, nice and limp. The man had something else now - some sort of a device. He stepped up and with dextrous, practised, fingers fitted that something onto the ring and over Jordyn's cowering clitty. A couple of twists with a piece of metal and the device was locked into place. Jordyn looked down at himself with some shock. He had heard of cock cages but not like this. It simply left his exposed balls and then a flat pink metal surface perforated with holes. "What..." was all he could say. "No-one wants to see that little thing. No fucking use to anybody. Just a fucking distraction from what really matters. You femboys need to leave that clitty alone, to learn how boi fags truly get their pleasure. From now on if you with me or even if you just getting horny then you put that cage on." Jordyn thought about the consequences of that and felt his penis try to grow only to meet the firm unmoving restriction of his new cage. Didn't that prove just how weak he really was, why his pretending to be a real man was such a joke? Again he felt the curious and slightly uncomfortable feeling of his penis trying and failing to grow in his cage. "Yes sir," he said as he pulled his underpants up, looked down and saw the smooth front left by his new cage. Just like barbie! The man was watching his every move. It was intimidating - as if the man could read his mind. Perhaps he could if he had 'trained' lots of other little fag bois like Jordyn. "Now we dealt with that sorry excuse we'll try it again. Show me what you got to offer," Jordyn felt stupid. He didn't understand. "Dumb fucking faggot. Turn round, lean forward and grab that dumpster behind you." The man's voice was harsh, impatient. Jordyn didn't care. Now he knew what to do! He turned round, leaned forward and grabbed the dumpster. He heard a click and then glancing back he saw the man held a flick-knife with its wicked blade revealed. "No-one told you to cover up." A swift movement of the blade and his sole garment was on the floor, ruined. "Now let's see what you really got to offer - you saying this is a cherry hole boy." Strong fingers were on his butt, pulling his cheeks apart and leaving his asshole exposed and very, very, vulnerable. "Yes sir - cherry for you sir." He tried to keep the tremor out of his voice but didn't entirely succeed. He was scared down to his very marrow. This man was going to do just exactly what he wanted with him. "You know what a sweet little hole like this makes a real man want to do don't you BoiFagBarbie." "I think so sir." That dry smoker's laugh of his sounded behind Jordyn. "Makes a real man want to fuck it. You know that don't you fag boy?" "Yes sir." The tremor in his words was undeniable now. The man's right hand moved up Jordyn's body and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, forcing his head down towards the over-filled dumpster's opening. "Arch that back and spread them legs femboy. Let a man know you're here to be ruined." Jordyn did just that and the pungent sickly sweetness of the garbage hit his nostrils as his head was pushed further down by the man's strong right hand. Normally he would have been disgusted, maybe even have vomited, but now there were other things crowding all else from his mind. He felt the man move up behind him and he knew he was going to be fucked. For the first time in his life he was going to get fucked! By a filthy poz Black pervert old enough to be his grandfather! He gripped the trash can hard as he felt his legs weaken a little with the excitement. He flinched as he again felt the touch of cool liquid and then something else, the feeling of warm-flesh against his own. He knew what it was - the long, thick, hard, shaft of the man's cock as he pushed it over the perfect smooth curve of Jordyn's booty. The head of the cock nosed at his asshole and Jordyn tensed up hard. He waited to feel the pain as the man thrust home. He was rewarded only with that low rumble of a laugh. "Thass real sweet boi pussy you got there Jordyn. Might even be cherry like you say. Not many miles on it for sure but I can guarantee I'll soon change that. What you have here," he tapped his hard cock against Jordyn's hungry hole, "is what we call a money-maker and its a money-maker that's in heat ain't it young Jordyn." "Yes sir," said Jordyn, his voice cracking now with excitement. "A little hole just aching to be ruined. I fuck you now and I'll rip you apart. You know that don't you." "Yes sir," whimpered Jordyn and he couldn't help himself, he even wiggled his sweet little butt a little. "You want me to fuck you, nut up you once I've torn you up good." "Yes sir," Jordyn's voice was quiet but not so quiet the man didn't hear him. Also not so quiet that Jordyn would ever be able to deny having said it. "Dumb little sissy fag," the man's hand landed sharply on Jordyn's exposed butt cheek. "Don't you know cherry neg hole is at a serious double premium. That's why I'm in charge here. Dumb horny in heat femboys ain't got no business sense. All they care about is getting their cherry busted and waiting on the fever." "Yes sir," admitted Jordyn. "But we both know this boi pussy is mine now. That you owe me the pleasure of ruining this little faggot cunt of yours. We both know that now don't we?" The man's voice had an authority that you couldn't even imagine denying. "Yes sir." "That's a debt you owe me BoiFagBarbie and I always collect on my debts. But for now I saw this inside and it made me think of you." The hand was off Jordyn's neck but the young man didn't move. A small open bottle was flourished in front of him. The label said, 'Dumb Bitch Juice.' The man's other hand landed softly on Jordyn's face, closing his left nostril. "Breathe it in fag boy." Jordyn tentatively sniffed. It didn't smell too bad. "Snort it hard - prove what a dumb bitch you are." The edge was back in the man's voice. Jordyn sniffed hard at the top of the bottle and this time it hit. Almost immediately. He gasped and felt the sensations flowing through his body, a strange heat and something else. The man had moved fast and before Jordyn knew it he felt the pressure on his hole again. This time he wasn't tensed and this time he felt something enter his body. He gasped at the sensation. There was pleasure there but it was also undeniable that it hurt. "Two fingers in that cherry butt femboy. Even with the lube it hurts don't it?" Jordyn nodded but he didn't try to pull away. Instead he tried to relax, to let the man's fingers explore more easily and freely. It did hurt some but it also felt really good. he was also aware that his penis was again trying to grow in its cage. Sensations of pleasure, pain and arousal seemed to be coming at his brain from every direction. "Yeah" said the man, "you just relax - let old Jerome inspect his new fucktoy." Jordyn did just that - felt the pleasure grow and absorb the pain. Felt the pleasure start to be the new reality. The man's free hand reached under him and found Jordyn's right nipple, hard as diamond with his arousal. Rough dark fingers grasped the pale flesh, mercilessly tugged and then squeezed it. Sharp lancing pain made the young man gasp even as he realised that it only made his arousal grow. The man's fingers moved in his new boy pussy, playing Jordyn like a musical instrument. Old Jerome had broken in a lot of young faggots. He knew what he had to do. His long fingers found the dumb little slut's fag button and exerted some gentle pressure. It didn't take long. "Oh my God!" Jordyn howled into the night as he felt his brain seem to explode and his legs shake uncontrollably. The man held him in place even as Jordyn felt his caged penis cum a long stream of weak boifag jizz down onto the cracked concrete. "Oh my fucking God." Jerome didn't let up on the little fag till he was real sure the boi had got the point but finally he asked, "Ever felt like that before?" "No sir," admitted Jordyn, his face still flushed. "Like I said - your clitty ain't worth shit. For fags like you the hole is where all the action is. You got that boi?" "Yes sir," said Jordyn. "Right - we got a little business to do next. Put these on and get in the car." He reached in his pocket and tossed to Jordyn a pair of pink frilly girl's panties. Jordyn pulled them on and admired the way his new cage made them look just right on him. He knew he really should be headed home but the man, who'd called himself Jerome, was holding open the door of a Lexus. Jordyn took a step towards the open door. "You ain't gonna put your pants on?" There was a certain humor in the man's voice but his smile was no warmer than previously. Jordyn rushed to pull on his pants and then scuttled across to get in the car. "Dumb little faggot," said Jerome as he ruffled the femboy's hair before closing the door and walking round to the driver's seat. They had places to go and people to see.

Chapter 6 - Meeting His Destiny Jordan looked at his phone as it lay there and remembered the words of the man. His mind was racing, out of control, knowing that that this couldn't possibly be happening, that it SHOULDN'T be happening. Then he remembered the man's voice - his clear sense of authority and power was irresistible. Undeniable. There was only the question of what he could offer to a man like that. He knew what he wanted to offer and he knew what the man wanted from him - he also knew that both answers were the same. He couldn't, he daren't. It was insane and yet... Jordan opened his message window and typed out his response. He thought about sending it but hesitated. Not because his doubts had got the better of him, he was far too excited for that, rather because he had a better idea. That voice on the other end of the phone demanded more and deserved more. His new idea would be perfect and he wanted to do it for the man. He left the window open on his screen. He realised that his whole body was trembling with excitement, the adrenaline super-charging his blood as it rushed through his body. He hadn't the clothes for THAT photograph yet but maybe he could do better. Breathing fast he stripped off all of his clothes. At that moment he caught a glimpse of himself in the tall mirror on his closet door. He admired his pale slim body, turned and was especially pleased with the hourglass shape that his thin waist and wide hips produced. His prominent bubble butt had always been his pride even if, until now, he'd sort of felt the need to disguise it. Not now and maybe never again. "Man - I really do look like a barbie doll." He giggled as he said it but at the same time he knew what had to be done. He grabbed his phone and used it as a camera, carefully positioning himself so that he could see his screen but the device blocked his face. Then he switched his phone to record video and he began to read from the screen in his best faggy voice. ”I offer you my complete and utter submission… I want to give myself to you completely. Total and absolute control. I want to worship you for eternity. I don’t know how I am so certain about my true purpose in this life. All I know is that I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire existence. This is my purpose." Now he could look back at his own image on his phone, the image he was recording. He had to admit that he looked cute as fuck. He thought he could look even hotter. Jordan made a supremely faggy limp-wristed wave to the camera and then threw his hips to one side. His tiny dick was rock hard but it was barely noticeable on screen and that sort of seemed right. He paused a little and then thrust his hips back to give his bubble butt the most delicious little wiggle. That was where the attention needed to be! This was the moment of truth and Jordan knew what he wanted and needed to do. He moved his phone down a bit so that it no longer blocked his face and then he spoke, "Wouldn't you enjoy ruining this virgin fuckdoll?" He blew a kiss to the camera and then shut off the recording. The file was there and now he knew that he had to move fast before he had a chance to change his mind. It was all set up ready to send to the man and he did it, almost frantic in his movements. Then Jordan Myers stared at the screen. Once the message was sent he once more had time to think about what he had done, to consider the implications. He stared at his screen almost in shock. He read through those words again. They were perfect - they said exactly what he felt - but... Was there any turning back from this? Maybe - just so long as he didn't show up at that porn store tomorrow. The man had made it plain - if he didn't show then that would be the end of it. *** At twenty minutes to five the following day Jordan arrived at the store. He had woken that morning sure that he'd never go through with it. However, as the hours passed the need had grown within him, had become undeniable. This was an opportunity that couldn't be wasted - a chance to be the real him. The city had a newly gentrified area but this most certainly wasn't it. The location was largely surrounded by empty lots and a derelict works. On one side, however, was a shabby one story building with a couple of vehicles already parked outside. Jordan gave the place a careful look. Apart from an old African-American guy smoking a cigarette seated on a sort of stoop there was no-one in sight. He could quickly go in, talk to Kyle, get his delivery and then out of there. Easy. It just proved that for all the shit talked about it the city wasn't so bad. He walked across the weed-strewn lot. The man on the stoop just glanced up at him and then went back to smoking his cigarette. Jordan stepped past him and into the store. Behind the counter was a fat white guy in his late forties and a younger, hot, blonde man in his early twenties. Crossing the store Jordan realized with some revulsion that the young man at the desk might have looked good from the door but the closer you got the worse he looked. He had deep dark bags under his eyes and looked like he hadn't slept in days. He might have been 21 or 22 but his skin looked way older. There was thick make-up barely disguising little scars round his mouth and nose. Worse, his light blue eyes were dull, like the life had been drained out of them by awful fatigue. "Um, excuse me, I'm here to see Kyle," said Jordan. "Kyle!" snapped the fat guy. The blonde shook a little and some focus came into his eyes. He glanced at Jordan but then his cheek twitched a little and his eyes were dull once more. He scratched at the side of his ear and lapsed back into his exhausted reverie. "What the fuck Kyle," said the man with an almost despairing resignation. He stepped back to a shelf and found a small parcel. "This must be for you. I know the type." Jordan hadn't really got time to process that before another man entered the store. If the other guy was fat then this one was hideously, almost monstrously, obese. A wave of body odour, dirt and stale sweat, surrounded him. He put a handful of bills down on the counter. It was like a switch was flicked in Kyle. The light came back into his eyes and he began to twirl a lock of his hair in his fingers with a startlingly inappropriate coquettishness. The man counted the bills and gestured. Kyle got off his stool and the obese man joined him. A fat hand disappeared into the back of Kyle's shorts as the two of them went through into the back room and closed the door. "Anything else?" The man left behind the counter asked Jordan. "Um, no. No thanks." Jordan tried to look like nothing had happened as he moved back to the door and then outside. He had just taken the step down and out of the door when he heard the voice behind him. "B - F - B." He knew that voice and even if he hadn't those letters were no coincidence. BFB meant BoiFagBarbie. He turned and saw the man who had called him there. The latter had finished his cigarette and had stood up from the stoop. Pushing six feet tall the first things you noticed were the shaved head, the dark almost blue-black skin tone, the greying fringe of beard and the prominent cheek-bones over slightly sunken cheeks. Behind that came his physique. Not an ounce of spare fat on him but not skinny either. Every part of him seemed like whip-cord muscle - as if any middle-aged flab had been burned off him by a frantic metabolism. Because this man was at least middle-aged, looked pretty much old enough to be Jordan's grandfather. Then the man's eyes locked onto Jordan's and the youngster on his first trip into the city suddenly forgot most everything else. Those eyes were a deep dark brown and they had a feverish intensity to them. A drive and a desire and a determination. They were the eyes of a man who could control a room just by walking into it. The eyes of a man who was to be respected by his friends and feared by his enemies. They were the eyes of a man who got what he wanted. Not maybe or sometimes but always and exactly the way he wanted it. However, most of all, absolutely undeniably, Jordan knew from the very depths of his soul that they were the eyes of an alpha beast of the urban jungle, the eyes of an apex predator. Jordan knew all of that in the moment their eyes met. He knew all of it and he knew that this man was exactly who he claimed to be. Jordan was an intelligent young man and Jordan knew that he should not hesitate, he should just turn around and get out of there as fast as he could. He knew that but... The man's eyes looked Jordan up and down, taking in every inch of him, appraising every aspect of his body and appearance. His face was impassive, giving nothing away and Jordan felt his own body start to tremble. Fear, excitement, anticipation - all three? "Cute little faggot ain't you." That voice was so fucking dreamy! "Not too bad at all - worth my time I'm thinking if you got the right attitude. So - you got the right attitude boy?" "Yes sir," said Jordan and knew his voice sounded croaky from his mouth being so dry. "Gonna be fun for me if you have - maybe for you too not that it matters overly. But first things first. In my life I've done enough time - I ain't aiming on doing no more because a little fag lies about his age. You got your I.D?" Jordan hesitated. The man's eyes fixed on Jordan's. He held out his palm. Jordan turned over his driving license and was rewarded with the faintest of mirthless smiles from the man. Then the latter produced his phone and deliberately snapped an image of each side of the license. Jordan might have protested but even ten seconds in this man's company had proved to him that it would have been a waste of breath. Now there was no doubt about it. This was for real and it had begun. There was only one person who would decide what happened and how far it went and that person would not be Jordan Myers.

Two more loads tonight from two new guys. One was kind and offered to get me an uber because of the rain. I opted to walk as it wasn't far, getting drenched on the way haha. I arrived, buzzed up, hooded at the door, you know the rest. Average length, thick, tender kind breeder. Pumped a good load into me. He pulled out and got chtty as I dressed. Lawyer a year older than myself. When I took off the hood to put on my hat he smiled, handed me a water and a twenty for a car home, then gave me a little kiss. 🙂 After getting home, a neighbor nearby found it hot that I'd just been fucked and invited me over. His building is around the block, so convenient. I went over, buzzed in (love an access code and open door 😈) and put on my hood before entering. He walked to me as I undressed at the door and started feeling me up, hand up my shirt and down my compression shorts and jockstrap, feeling my fucked hole. We were standing right by the entryway mirror, giving us both a hot view of my ass. His rock hard cock rubbing against me earned a suck before he directed me to his bed in front of big open industrial loft windows. He turned off the lights but the room was still plenty bright. Feeling on display was exhilarating. He ate me out for way longer than I anticipated before pressing into me with his spit-lubed uc cock. Fucked me for a while before announcing his load , shooting it deep, and slapping my ass as he quickly pulled out. Sucked his cock clean and got up to get dressed and head out.

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Chapter 1 Part II Mikal We had finished the inaugural blogspot post and podcast, Marcus stood up and stripped off his tank top and dropped his shorts to the floor, he had gone commando, and after describing our friend he was semi hard. I turned my head to avoid him seeing me grin, Andy had turned 18 a little over six months ago and had been actively browsing the net for porn and had a nice twitter account with much of what he had found that peaked his interest, a lot of [banned word] sites that catered to bareback porn and incest, he also came across a site that featured stories of bug chasing and bareback stories. In the last week he had shown me many of the stories, and we discussed the fact it interested both of us. I removed my muscle shirt and basketball shorts then stripped off my cock which I noticed had gotten moist from my drooling cock. I was semi hard when I entered the bathroom and luckily Marc was already in the shower, his head already under the stream of water as he wet his hair. I watched him and he shampooed it with his eyes closed, and strutted into the enclosure, I adjusted my shower head to the perfect temperature and flow as I continued to watch my brother cleanse his locks, I suddenly got the courage from Andy’s constant encouraging prompt to take matters in my hands and make a move. I lathered up my hair and ran the excess shampoo over my body and in my pits, and ass crack, I did a quick rinse of the suds from my hair and grabbed a loofa sponge and poured some Axe body wash onto it, I rubbed it up and down my torso, to start the sudsy process then step over to Marcus and ran the loofa down his back and across his shoulders, then proceeded to work it down his crack, my fingertips brushing his hole, he moaned and leaned back into me unconsciously I stepped forward into him my hard dick pressing into his ass crack then down between his thighs. He tensed when he felt my erection and I began fucking his thighs while fingering his hole with my left hand while my right circled around and played with his now erect nipples. I leaned in and whispered “I have wanted to this with you for a very long time” he just moaned as I began nibbling on his neck. It didn’t take long and I was coating the shower wall in my spunk. He spun me around and kissed me passionately then rubbed all the suds up and down my body then moved me back under the stream of water as we rinsed off. “Don’t want to be late for school, so this will have to wait until after practice” I exited the shower and tossed Marc his towel as I grabbed mine and began drying off. Marcus I had been washing my hair and getting ready to lather my body in Axe body wash when Mik grabbed the bottle and prepped a loofa. He ran it over his hot body then approached me and began soaping up my back and ass, his fingers probing my hole, the soap lubricated my ring and soon slid deep inside my boycunt, his ten and a half inches sliding under my balls between my thighs, I tensed and he soon was fucking my thighs, just as he began caressing my chest, pinching my nipples and nibbling on my neck, I couldn’t believe he was making the first move on me but I was enjoying his attention and the love he was showing me. He shot his losd all over the wall, and I ended the session as if we continued to play more in the shower we would put ourselves in danger of being late for school. He exited the shower an handed me my towel before grabbing his own, we toweled off, occasionally helping each other reach concealed parts, I was the first to leave the bathroom with Mik following close behind. I went over to my armoire and pulled out a clean jock, a pair of boxers, basketball shorts and a polo shirt, tossing them into my gym bag and then gathered my book from my desk and loaded up my backpack. All while teasing my brother with my nakedness, bending and twisting in provocative ways. I pulled on a white tee shirt which clung to my muscles like a glove, making my pecs look good, pulled on some white socks then a pair of khaki cargo shorts, shoving my still semi hard cock down the leg, not sure if you’d call me a grower or shower as I was 7 and a half inches soft, and grew to 10.5 when hard, maybe longer when I was really hard. Going commando was common with Mik and I, it felt great just letting it hang and swing. I noticed Mik gather up his books and then fill his gym bag with a trunk style speedo, a clean jock, some white socks and a muscle shirt and a extra tee. He looked at me and said “ready” I nodded and we set out down the stairs and out to my Rav 4. He climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up. I pulled out of the drive and headed to school, picking up Jake on the way. Upon arriving at school jake and I walked to our lockers and I threw in my gym bag then pulled out my lettermen’s jacket it made my chest look great and since it was the day before the cross town game it made me look spirited, Jake stopped at his locker grabbed his books and did the same adorning his school jacket. We walked down the hall turning heads and headed to class. I was sure Mik was doing similarly on his way to class as he most likely had met up with Andy. Classes went well with I’m sure more than one instructor getting frustrated as my cock twitched in my shorts making the leg hole jump open a bit so my head peeked out. I had two exams and mostly lectures in the morning, lunch was quickly approaching as I headed to the men’s room to relieve my bladder, I told Jake I’d meet up with him in lunchroom. As I entered the restroom I notice a couple guys smoking off to the side and all the urinals were full, I slipped into a stall and pulled out my shlong, it was then that I noticed that someone had cut a 4” hole in the partition and as I looked through there was a guy from Mik’s swim team stroking his cock, I let my piss begin to flow when he gestured for me to stick my cock through, I clinched my urinary sphincter muscles to stop the flow and slid my cock through I soon felt his warm lips enveloping my head and he mumbled let it flow, around my cock. I released the tension and my urine began flowing into his mouth, he gulped down the flow only dribbling a little down onto the floor, I was almost finished when he pulled back and directed my tool at his face and chest as I pissed all over him, In his hair across his shoulders and chest back in his mouth. I soaked in good before he leaned in and started sucking my quickly enlarging phallus. After a couple minutes I began shooting my cum down his throat and he pulled off, my final burst coating his face and hair. I pushed my still engorged member back in my shorts and handed him my phone number with a invite to our birthday party if wasn’t already invited. I left the restroom and headed down to the lunchroom to join Jake and the gang, they were all seated at a table to the back of the room and I shuffled up to them. Mik looked at me and blurted out “Ok what happened?” I leaned down and whispered into his ear that a guy from his team just sucked my piss out of me the sucked me off. He grinned and leaned into Andy “your glory hole works almost too well” I felt a bit embarrassed and the group just went back to what they were doing, chatting about. Lunch ended and I confessed to Jake what had happened in the men’s room, and he just snickered and we headed to chemistry class. Mr. Phelps was one of the youngest staff members and was in his second year of teaching chemistry, at 26 he was quite good-looking and still held a boyish charm about him. Jake and I both enjoyed his class and did our best to fluster him, we sat in the front row so he couldn’t miss our flirting looks towards him or our impressive bulges beneath the desktops. Today I was still horny after the great piss and blow job in the restroom, just thinking about Danny the swimmer enjoying my cock. Mr. Phelps was lecturing today standing in front of the whiteboard and drawing on the overhead tablet that was projected behind him, his bulge seemed to be getting bigger, as he kept looking at Jake and me, my cock began stiffening and soon the head was at the hem of my shorts and was beginning to leak profusely, wetting my thigh and the hem of my shorts. I know he licked his lips more than once, Jake seated beside me had his cock drooling down the opposite leg and the head was actually sticking out of his basketball shorts, giving little jerks every time Mr. Phelps looked our way. The bell rang ending the class period and the class got up to leave, I scribbled a note on the back of our party invitation, suggesting he check out the stall in the restroom on the first floor, near the lunchroom. I slid the invite across his desk on the way out, although I knew my parents had already invited him. English literature was the last class of the day, the instructor was an older guy, daddy material but most likely straight as he really didn’t pay much attention to Jake or me. We covered the latest reading material and several of the students’ read passages from the book. The class ended and Jake and I had about an hour before practice, having a free period, we headed to our lockers and then down to the locker room. We found Mik and Andy stripping down for swim practice before their meet later on, I grabbed Andy and pulled him around the corner of the row of lockers and planted a passionate kiss on his lips Whispering in his ear “thanks for encouraging Mik” I smiled at his and kissed him again. Jake had done the same with Mik, and they were kissing and groping each other in the opposite alcove. I released Andy and let him return to his locker, where he stripped off his jock strap and slid on his speedo, barely stuffing his engorged cock into the fabric. Mik had a raging hard on as well, when Jake let him return to his locker, he pulled on his trunk style Speedo as the typical style would never conceal his wood, even after it went down. We walked Mik and Andy out to the pool, where I spotted my morning cocksucker, he saw me and blushed, I smiled and walked over to him “you coming to the party on Saturday” I asked “ I think the whole team has been invited, I can’t wait” he responded The coach blew his whistle and the team circled around paying attention, Jake and I left the swim complex and headed over to the football team locker room, several of the players were already undressing, pulling on their pads and equipment some were standing around chatting naked, before adorning their outfits. I walked over to my locker and threw in my gym bag then pulled off my shirt and shorts, the right pant leg soaked in my precum. My semi hard cock was still drooling as I slid my Jock and cup into position, the cup barely containing my package, I slipped on my shin and hip pads, then my practice pants, pulled my practice crop top on and adorned my shoulder pads. I pulled on my socks and slipped into my cleats, lacing up and tying them in place. I turned to Jake who was almost as equipped as me and pulled my jersey over my shoulder pads, Jake helped me pull it over and I tucked the tail into my waist band then laced up and secured my pants. I helped jake do the same and we pulled our helmets out of our respective lockers; I replaced the mouth guard on mine and turned to head out to the field. Jake did the same and soon we were on the field throwing the pigskin around. Coach blew his whistle and we all gathered around. Coach gave us we can’t afford to lose, this is our last home game and the last chance to showcase the seniors at home speech, then sent us off on two laps of the field to warm up. Practice was intense and I managed to run my route effortlessly catching a little over half the passes thrown to me, my cock getting agitated by being semi hard in my cup, from me thinking about the encounters of the day. Coach called practice after about two hours, as I noticed Mik and most of the swim team up in the stands, the swim meet had concluded shortly before. I hit the locker room and stripped out of my uniform placing the items in the bin for the team equipment manager to collect and process. Gabe came to collect the soiled equipment as I exited the shower, towel around my waist. Jake was right behind me as Gabe eyed us, he was about 5’7 inches tall, cute and packed a bulge that anyone would most envy. He said “looking forward to the game tomorrow and the party on Saturday” smiled and wheeled the minecart full of dirty sweaty football gear away down towards the coach’s office. I grinned at Jake “that boy has the hots for us and wants us to use him” Jake laughed and quipped back “I bet he does”/ I pulled out the shorts and polo shirt I had packed earlier and put them on, commando again as my cock was still agitated from being in my cup. Jake threw on some clean clothes as well and we stuffed our other clothes in the gym bags and headed out We met up with Mik and Andy outside the gym, we all walked to the parking lot and I hugged Andy goodbye, then kissed him before he climbed into his vehicle, Jake, Andy and I did the same as we headed home, dropping Jake off at his house on the way. Now I should give you the layout of our house so you can understand what we delt with on a daily basis, we had a four car garage which was detached from the house with a breezeway connecting it to the kitchen, a a walkway leading to the drive and to the front door, as you entered through the front door into the entry way you would first notice the circular staircase leading upstairs, beside it was a arch which led to a circular staircase which led down to the play room. There is a door in the staircase wall where there is a modest powder room, To the right of the entry hall is a hallway the leads to my dad’s office a bedroom with on suite, and into the family room, to the left of the entry there is a formal living room and dinning room, a butlers pantry leads into the kitchen-breakfast knook and open concept family room, on the back wall of the family room are French doors leading to a spacious deck overlooking the patio below. Overall, the first floor covers about 3000 square feet, Upstairs the master suite is to the left with a modest bedroom adjacent with a on suite attached. To the right of the stairs is a short hallway with the entry to our bedroom and a adjoining bedroom, sharing a spacious jack and jill bathroom. Downstairs is where we proudly call our play room, it actually takes up more square footage than the main level as it encompasses the upper deck to the back of the room is a small kitchen, complete with refrigerator, ice maker, stove and microwave, with cabinets full of snacks and such a small dinning table and 6 chairs accompany the layout. French doors led off the kitchen to the deck with a outdoor kitchen, a few steps down onto the pool deck with a large pool, behind which sat the pool house. In front of the kitchen is a foosball table and pool table. In the opposite corner of the room is our home theater area adorned with a raised platform with an eight-seater recliner with cup holders on the arms and between every two seats, an armrest that swings back to allow cuddling and electric footrest which can be raised or lowered with the push of a button. In front of that raised section is a six-seater recliner with the same attributes of the one behind. A large area is provided between the seating and the screen where a projector projects a 9 foot by 16-foot image. There are storage cabinets containing multiple queen size airbeds, which can be quickly blown up for sleepovers when needed. A wall flanks the theater area making the room more intimate, on the other side of the wall is a home gym with free weights and a universal machine, a couple of weight benches are also available, and last but not least, so we don’t have to drag our sweaty apparel around the house is a large communal locker room restroom shower, the locker room ahs about a dozen gym style lockers to store out workout equipment or house our guest belongings, the restroom has three stalls a urinal and twin sinks under a mirror, Andy in his dark wisdom had drilled Glory holes between the stalls and the urinal about a year ago, they were about 4x6 in size drilled with a 4 inch hole saw. We were yet to use them, but it made the room a bit kinkier, we hardly ever used this restroom, but our workout guest had on occasion. The shower was the crowning feature of the room, it had four shower heads along the back wall, the walls were tiled floor to ceiling, on the closest corner to the locker room it had a handheld shower unit with a detachable head that transformed into a douche nozzle, a pull-down bench next to a bidet. Both the shower and restroom were tiled with floor drains. The pool house was a great place to relax if you need to escape the sun, the main room was about 25 feet square with a 15x 10 adjacent room where a bed and dresser was located. In the main section was a locker room area with about two dozen gym style lockers, complete with two four-foot benches in front, just right for changing, the shower area had six shower heads and was also equipped with two handheld shower head attachments, both had a bidet and pull-down shelf next to them. The floor for both the locker room and shower area was epoxied concrete, sloping gently to a trough drain under the shower heads. In the center of the room is a round 4' round lounger, just big enough to take a nap on. I pulled into the second to last parking space, as my mom and dad’s vehicles took up the first two, and Mik’s Camero took up the last spot, I pushed the button and the garage door closed, exiting the Rav 4 we walked in silence to the breezeway door and proceeded to the kitchen. Mom was at the stove cooking something and she called out “dinner will be ready in about 5 minutes, you have just enough time to clean up” I don’t know if she realized that Mik and I had showered at school just about an half hour ago, but we progressed through the family room and up the stairs. When we got to our bedroom Mik closed the door and pulled me into a big hug “had a great day today, hope yours was as good” I kissed him on the cheek and led him into the bathroom where we washed our hand, each of us smirking at the other. We went downstairs and sat down for dinner, mom was a great cook, and we scarfed down her offerings. After dinner was done, we helped clear the table then retreated to our room to work on homework. Mik worked on his science homework, I on my social studies for about half an hour, then Mik sked if I could help him by taking some shots of him for his Just For Fans teaser, I agreed and grabbed the camera and the ring light. He led me into the unused bedroom, which he claimed for his own, if we didn’t share a room, it had a king-sized bed and very masculine décor. He sat at the edge of the bed, I set up the ring light to illuminate the area and turned on the camera. He was dressed in a Plain purple muscle shirt and white basketball shorts, the shorts being almost translucent in this lighting. I snapped a couple shots of him looking cute on the bed then I walked over to the closet and pulled out another ring light to provide backlighting. Mik stood next to the bed with one leg up on the bed looking sexy the backlight shining through his shorts showcasing his thick uncut cock in silhouette, then one with him grasping his semihard, then another one until it was completely hard and he removed the shorts and we through a towel over it to shield it but the viewer would know it was a monster as we tucked the towel around it to outline its girth and length. I turned off the ring lights, and we went into our room to look at the photos on the big screen mounted over our desk, as we scrolled through Mik to note of the ones he liked, and the ones that were keeping him hard. He had not put his shorts back on and was sitting next to me fully hard reaching over to fondle my now hard cock through my basketball shorts, the head protruding out the leg hole. The shorts holding my cock down made it uncomfortable, I lifted my hips and Mik slid my shorts off, wrapping my cock in his fist, he squeezed it then began stroking it, I was getting hard and was drooling cum onto his hand, he pulled his hand off and licked the precum from the back of his hand, leaned over and kissed me, he began nibbling my neck and kissing my ears before working his way down my chest across my nipples and down into my bush which by now was flooded with precum. He sucked up the sticky mass then took my cock in his mouth, he swallowed about 3 inches then backed off looking up and smiling his green eyes filled with lust he put the head back in his mouth and then gulped down the entire thing in one swallow gaging a bit but my cock was pulsating in his throat, he pulled back up my cock slimy from the throat juices. He then came back up straddling my lap and kissed me deeply as he slid my cock into his virgin ass, he grimaced at first then slid down to the base, his hole was hot and warm and felt like a velvet glove wrapped around my pole. I twitched my cock a few times and he began squirming and his ass convulsed around my meat, my meat began shooting my load deep into my brother filling him with my baby batter. We could hear my parents coming up the stairs their voices chattering, Mik jumped off my lap my cum trickling down his thigh and jumped into his bed pulling the covers up to hide his erection and the mess he was making, I chuckled and slid on my shorts. My mom knocks and popped her head in to say goodnight and was soon gone.

Chapter 5 - Words and Their Meanings 'In the deepest depths of my soul... buried by my parents... repressed by my upbringing... hidden to all who know me... I know that despite all I have achieved in school, despite the facade I put out to the world to make my horrible parents proud of me... I know what I really am... I know what I was put on this earth for... I know my purpose in this life...' 'I was born to be ruined, broken, and to be moulded into a mindless fukdoll for special men like you. To serve ONLY men like you. My cute pretty almost girly face was made to be defiled by men like you. My barbie doll body was born for men like you to destroy!' 'I cant believe I am actually admitting this to another person. My hands are shaking as I type this and I don't even know if I will hit the reply button haha. I guess if you read it... You know what kind of faggot slut I am... Or at least am meant to be lol.' 'This is my purpose... I know it!' 'Jordan - boifagbarbie. :)' He hadn't exaggerated - his hands really were shaking as he viewed the words on his screen. His own words. Crazy words - but words that he knew, viscerally knew from the heart of his being, represented just exactly how he felt. His little penis was hard and maybe that was part of it but it was way more than just that. He NEEDED this! Jordan pressed the send message and instantly felt a surge of fear and regret. This really was insane. The only thing that let him control a rising tide of panic was the fact that he knew these things didn't happen. The man on the other end of this had to be a fake - didn't he? That night there was a new dream. Jordan was in near-darkness, naked, tied to a padded bench with a gag in his mouth. He knew there were men outside of the room and he heard their voices. Laughing voices. He knew they had each come with the same purpose - to use him, to abuse him and to leave him a wrecked, broken, mess. In a way there was no coming back from. In the room he could see three small red lights. They were the cameras. His ruination would be recorded for men to watch and enjoy. They would wank their big cocks as they saw him broken down into a dirty little faggot boi whore. Just as he'd excitedly asked his Master to arrange for him before that gag had been put in his mouth. The excitement was still there but now it was mixed with a powerful dose of fear. He knew he needed to cry out and get them to stop this and he understood why his Master had gagged him. This needed to be done and last minute changes of mind were definitely not on the program. Jordan stared at the place where he knew the door was and suddenly a crack of light appeared. The door was opening - it was time... Jordan woke and cursed in his mind. He hadn't wanted the dream to end there - but his dreams always did. Just as that favorite story had. A thought raced through his mind, 'The way you continue to the end is to do it for real.' That was a scary thought but Jordan knew that it was true. Some things had to be experienced and not just fantasized about - he would never truly understand until... It was minutes after he awoke before Jordan even remembered that he was here in his parents' home with another day of College before him. Such things all seemed so colorless and well pointless compared to what really mattered. However, he knew that was just how it was. He had to put on that fake act, to seem to be the Jordan Myers his parents and community thought he was. Even though every part of him knew it was a lie. The alternative was to go back to BZ and he knew he couldn't afford to do that. His urges were getting just a little too strong, a little too undeniable. Why had he sent that message! He had been such an idiot! *** He tried - he really did try. However, he couldn't concentrate on his College studies, couldn't really hear what people were trying to tell him, couldn't think about anything except that message he had sent. The chance, ridiculous as it might seem, that there had been a response. The whole day was essentially wasted. It became just a clock ticking down to the moment when he was free to log on to BZ and find out. He couldn't even say at what moment his firm determination to never return to BZ had once again become an irresistible need to go there. Finally, at last, he was alone in his room and able to do just that. A notification. He felt his heart beating like a lovelorn schoolgirl. He clicked the link. The response came from '730 Boi Wrecker'. It said he'd been accepted for 'approval' and set him two tasks. He had kind of expected more but fuck it! Even if this was all a fake at least he could have some fun! One of his photos, naturally a real one, had revealed the presence of a little peach fuzz. '730 Boi Wrecker' pointed out that wasn't acceptable. He didn't work with strong young men. He worked with weak sissy femboy fags. Jordan was told to research what he had to do and then to take a new picture of his body nice and smooth and hairless. It took a day and another trip to town after college, embarrassed as he bought some of the necessaries. Then it was back home and he spent a long time locked in the bathroom hoping his parents wouldn't wonder where he was. He carefully shaved or creamed himself until by the end the only hairs on his body were those on his head. It was fiddly in places but it was kind of exciting to know why he was doing this. Because a man who he had never met had told him to. Because of who that man was and what he represented. Jordan's dream, his fantasy, his total ruination. He posted the picture privately to '730 Boi Wrecker'. This time there was no real delay. After barely a minute the response came. The man approved and asked if Jordan had done the other task too. He had - his new phone was sitting in front of him all ready to go. He might be a dumb little fag but he knew what was coming next. Just like in his favorite story. It was so exciting! 'Send me your number.' A few seconds later that new phone was vibrating and he quickly answered it for fear his parents would hear it. "Hi," he gasped into the phone, his throat dry with nerves. "Two tasks passed boy. A good start." The voice was deep, resonant, masterful. It made Jordan's stomach do back flips just listening to it! "I like that picture you posted. The one called 'slut2'. A little grey top and some fishnet and lace around a real nice booty and a nice pair of dangling hairless fag-balls. Take another just like that and send it to me now." "Um - I'm sorry, er, I haven't got those clothes anymore. Um, what do I call you?" Jordan asked the question hoping to distract him from that picture. There was a laugh at the other end of the phone. "I figured as much. I'll supply the clothes - you just need to stick your booty in the air for the camera. What do you call me? You call me 'Sir' until you earn the right to use my correct title. Got that fag?" "Yes sir." It had been a little humiliating but that just merged with the excitement. Made the sensations within him build and grow in intensity. "OK - so pick the clothes up from my boy Kyle at this place by 5 tomorrow" Jordan's phone pinged - a message with a location. It was what looked like a dirty book store, a porn store, and it was in the city. By which he meant THE CITY. Not so many miles away from his home but he had never been there. All his life his parents and everyone in his town had fulminated about and warned him against that city and its people. The crime, the drugs, the depravity and, almost needless to say, the Blacks. The City was everything his parents hated and despised. Not entirely without reason. People all over the world knew the name of that city and they associated it with decay, corruption and ruin. That wasn't the real issue though. Humiliation and excitement were now joined by fear. He just about managed to gasp into his phone, "How did you know, um, sir?" Again a low rumble of a laugh came through the phone's speaker. "I didn't until now. Something you wrote once made me think you were nearby, real close and convenient like. Couldn't be sure until now tho. If you're in this State and at a Christian college like you said once then that'd be..." Jordan's phone pinged again. This time the location of the college he attended. The fear peaked once more. This man knew where he was! The fear surged into a desperate desire to cut the phone connection but then, before he had acted upon it, the fear receded like a retreating wave. If this man was who Jordyn hoped and needed him to be then of course he wouldn't have wasted time on someone maybe halfway around the world would he? This was good. If the man had found all this out, had followed all he had posted so carefully, then that meant he was the real deal right? That meant this all might actually happen! 999,999 people out of a million would have been terrified almost out of their senses by that realization. However, young Jordan Myers was genuinely one in a million. He hadn't written his response as a game, as a tease. He had meant it, every word of it, and he knew this man was his best chance to make his dreams a reality. However... "I'm not sure I can make it by five, sir, college only ends at..." "Shut the fuck up fag! You think I care about your fucking college. The only education you ever needed starts when you meet me. You fucking understanding me boy?" The voice was clear and low but it was the controlled snarl contained within each word that made it more forceful than any volume could ever have. "Yes sir - I'm sorry sir." Jordan didn't know what else to say. "You already got one mark against ya. I told you to send me what you wanted done to you and what you were willing to do for me in return. You did the first half. Now you need to do the second - I ain't no fucking charity you hear me boy. Do it now and then tomorrow... Be there by five or stop wasting my fucking time." The connection cut off and left Jordan shaken and sweating, his cute little 'manhood' standing proud in his pants.

SINGLE CHAPTER My name is Paul, I live in Brazil, and I've always had a fetish for poz men. I met a man on Tinder named Rodrigo. We started talking, exchanged phone numbers and some nudes. When the weekend arrived, we arranged to meet at a shopping mall on Sunday. We met, we got along well, then he invited me to his apartment, which wasn't very far away. When we arrived, I thought we were going to have sex right away, but he made me sit on the living room sofa and continued talking about random things. That made me feel discouraged, and I immediately wanted to go home. But when I said I needed to leave, he finally started kissing me. We made out a lot, until we started taking our clothes off. “I want you,” he said. “I want you to fuck me,” I replied. We continued kissing and having a great time. I could feel every pore of him desiring my body, our hands feeling each other's muscles through our clothes. My body desired every inch of his body; he pressed against me with that defined stomach, and with a considerable bulge in his underwear, which was hard as a diamond, and I reciprocated in the same way. He ran his hands over my chest, down to my hips and back, driving me crazy with lust. He made me want him more with each touch. Suddenly he grabbed me by the waist, bringing my body closer to his, and began to caress my penis with his own through our underwear. I was already desperate with lust and thought that if he touched my penis, I would instantly ejaculate. Rodrigo threw me onto the sofa, pulled down my underwear, and I could see that imposing member in front of me. It was all white, with a pink head, the foreskin covering it, leaving only the tip exposed. The veins were well-defined, and the huge cock pulsed like a heart. It was quite hairy at the base, large and thick. I don't know what came over me, but I knew I wanted that whole cock in my mouth. I knelt in front of him and started sucking, a little awkwardly. “Yeah, suck my cock,” Rodrigo said. I gave that guy a great blowjob, he asked me to sit back down on the couch, and he started sucking on my nipples. He was possessed by lust, he took off my underwear and went down on my cock. As soon as he took it in his mouth, the orgasm was inevitable, and I ejaculated all over his face and mouth. I had never seen so much cum come out of my cock, I gave the guy a bath, and he took my cock and rubbed it on his face, his chest and his mouth, until my cock was completely clean. Incredibly, my cock didn't go soft, always pointing upwards, and the guy went back to giving me a blowjob. Because he sucked so masterfully, I yelled: “You fucking faggot, what a mouth you have, you were born to suck cock. That's it, suck this whole cock, that's what you like, get more milk from your man, suck my balls, put it all in your mouth.” And every time he spoke, the better the man sucked me. He sucked my balls and, while playing with them, started running his little finger over my asshole. I was writhing with lust. Rodrigo stopped sucking my balls, lifted my legs, and left my little hole completely exposed, then gave my hole a deep suck, and I yelled: “You bastard, what a fucking mouth you have, you're driving me crazy with it.” “Let's go to the bedroom,” Rodrigo said. I followed him to a room next to the living room. In the center of the room was a simple double bed with white sheets. Rodrigo pushed me onto it, lying on top of me and starting to kiss me. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his body. Rodrigo reached for my hole and started fucking my ass with two fingers. I was already surrendered to the anal pleasure he was giving me, and since his fingers weren't filling me as much as I wanted, I yelled: “Put that fucking cock inside me and tear my ass apart, you son of a bitch!” He then positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and shoved it all in at once. I saw stars from the pain. I let out a scream, and with his cock fully inside, he kissed my ear and said: “Didn't you want my cock inside you? Now you'll have to take it.” I tried to relax and get used to the foreign body inside me, and I was willing to make that hot guy cum with my gaping holes. The pain subsided and I started to move. That was the green light he wanted, so he started with a slow back and forth, giving it a little shake, so I could get used to it. After a while, he started with strong, alternating thrusts. Then he would pull his whole cock out, making me feel empty, and put it all in at once, eliciting deep sighs. Rodrigo placed one of my feet on his chest and took the other to his mouth, sucking my toes while he pounded his cock into my ass. While he was fucking my ass frantically, I rubbed the sole of my foot on his face. He licked it, and fucked harder. I started thinking about how that hot man was inside me. That delicious cock I'd wanted to swallow minutes before was now entirely inside my ass. Rodrigo was incredibly horny, desperately wanting me; I could feel it through his breath and the things he said. "What a hot ass you have," he repeated. "It feels so good." I relaxed more and more, then I began to feel an absolute pleasure rising and taking over my entire body. He had started thrusting inside me, eating my ass faster and harder, in a movement that was driving us both to ecstasy. He lay on top of me, his torso rubbing against my stomach. His cock was going all the way in and almost completely out, deep and strong. I smelled his perfume, I felt his uncontrollable desire. He kissed me, kissed my neck. And I, who thought I wouldn't be able to take it, now wanted it to never end. My cock rubbed hard against him, hard and dripping. Meanwhile, Rodrigo was tireless, thrusting his enormous cock inside me with the same vigor he had begun with. His stamina was otherworldly; any man would have already come, but he endured minutes and minutes of that intense fucking. Suddenly, he pulled his penis out of me and lay down beside me. I found that quite strange, because neither of us had come yet. "I was almost there," he explained. "And why didn't you come?" I asked. "It's dangerous to come like that without a condom," the man said. I found that super weird, because he had been fucking me without a condom for quite a while. So I said: "I don't have any diseases, there's no danger." Then Rodrigo looked at me, still panting, and said: "The danger isn't in you, it's in me. If I cum inside you, I'll probably give you HIV." That statement made my cock throb, and luckily, Rodrigo didn't see it. I'd dreamed of this forever; I had unprotected sex at every opportunity and considered myself a chaser. But I could see in his face that his concern was genuine and that he wouldn't intentionally give me HIV if I asked. "That's not a problem for me, I take Prep," I lied. "You take it?" he asked. "Yes, you can cum inside me without worrying. I want you to breed me, Rodrigo. Impregnate me. I want your cum inside me." The man didn't think twice; he climbed on top of me again, put my legs over his shoulders, and thrust inside me again with a single stroke. His hunger was so big that it hurt, but I didn't say anything. "Do you want me to cum inside you?" he asked. "I do," I replied. "Then ask for it," he said. "Cum inside me, impregnate me, breed me. Give me your load, your babies." Rodrigo started thrusting harder and harder. Rodrigo's breathing became even heavier, his body began to contract, and his moans grew louder and deeper. He roared with his cock rammed into my ass, and soon I felt his cock throbbing inside me. His roars intensified, his body began to spasm. Then I felt my ass being completely filled by his jets of cum. While he was cumming inside me, he moaned so loudly that I thought someone would knock on his apartment door. Seeing and feeling the moment, I couldn't contain myself and ejaculated my own cum on my stomach. He kept his cock buried inside me, kissing and panting until his dick softened and slipped out of my completely ravaged ass. Rodrigo was completely exhausted and sweaty, his cock smeared with the very semen he had ejaculated inside me. We lay there for a long time, side by side, the bed disheveled from our fucking, just caressing and kissing each other. After that, Rodrigo and I dated for almost two months, until we argued and broke up. He never mentioned condoms again and always came inside me, without worrying about his status. When we broke up, I got tested and found out I was HIV positive. I never told him anything, and to this day he doesn't know he pozzed me. I don't regret it, because he was the right person for it, even if he didn't know it. A few weeks ago, he texted me saying he missed me. Our fight was pretty complicated, and I don't think we have a chance of getting back together. But I miss that dick and the sex, which was really great. What would you do in my place?

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... ***

a really painfully big one for me, but I was so fucking horny and had seen this man several times in a bar - he knew what I wanted and I got it, out back, he sent me this the next day

This happened the other night. It was a typical night of me driving around my area looking for breeders on sniffies, and around midnight an anonymous profile hit me up. He sent pics—black guy, in his 30s, lean and muscular, around 5’8” and he had a big dick, 9 inches or so I think. He didn’t send a face pic, but being the cock whore I am I didn’t care so much. He asked me to come over to his apartment complex, but he said he couldn’t host since he had a roommate. He told me they have shared community restrooms in the building, but that we needed to be quiet-ish. When I arrived, he texted me to meet him inside and gave me the directions on how to find the room. I arrived to the community restroom and found him waiting for me. I locked the door behind me and took off all my clothes so that I was completely naked, revealing my caged cock. I got on my knees, removed his belt, and unzipped his pants. Even when soft, he was very well hung. He had a nice bush and big balls too. After licking his shaft and tasting his balls, I started sucking his cock. I can still vividly remember it. I loved the feeling of his long, thick cock in my mouth. I sucked him until he was fully hard, then I turned around and leaned against the wall. He pushed his cock into my hole, and it hurt at first. I pushed my hole out and bit down on my arm so that I could take the pain easier (the “bite the pillow” mentality usually works for me). I continued to bite down and take deep breaths until my hole started to relax and he was able to go faster. After a couple of minutes, he pointed to the tub and beckoned me to get on the edge. I got my knees on the edge of the tub and put my hands on the shower wall. It wasn’t a very comfortable position, but I didn’t mention it or complain about the discomfort. I took a deep hit of poppers and my mind went into full cock whore mode. He began thrusting deep, with harder and faster strokes. It hurt so good and I couldn’t get enough. I’m pretty sure we both stopped caring about the noise or whether the other tenants could hear us. After just a few minutes he was pounding me hard from behind and grunting loudly, and I was moaning like a submissive little bitch. He didn’t announce that he was about to cum. He gave me 3-5 slower, harder thrusts, paused, then got up. I knew in that moment he came inside me. I turned around, got on my knees and sucked his cock, cleaning it off for him. After sucking him, I put my clothes back on, gathered myself, told him thank you, and showed myself out of the building.

People like this are the reason egg cartons come with a label that says “warning: contains eggs.”

I escorted in the mid-late 1990s. I started after I got out of grad school and couldn't get a job. I was one of the first escorts on the Internet. Well, sorta. Y'know how the hookup apps have guys looking for "generous" men? That was a thing back then too. We hung out in the America Online chatrooms. I was one of the first to leave it in favor of building my own web presence. It took off bigger than I ever dreamt possible. I did it full time for about five years. Most of my clients were in the NJ/NYC area, but had clients that flew me around the country and occasionally took me on trips around the world. I eventually wrote two books about be experiences. Both are out of print, but their pages still exist on Amazon. Suburbn Hustler; Stories of a Hi-Tech Callboy. (That's me on the front cover) The Male Escort's Handbook: Your Guide to Getting Rich the Hard Way. (Not me on the front cover, but I'm on the back cover.) I left escorting to get into porn and produce my own line of amateur videos. In retrospect it was a poor idea. Escorting was far easier and more profitable, but it wasn't intellectually challenging. Running a porn business was better at that. I have no real regrets, but in hindsight it wasn't ideal. Bonus points if anyone remembers my "nom de porn" - Aaron Lawrence - from my escort / porn days. I wasn't a big star by any means, but I did have a strong online presence for the day.

Two sniffies tops in the same neighborhood unloaded in me back to back earlier this evening. In a pup hood, jock, athletic gear for both. Came in, stripped, and took a load from each 7.5" and 8" cock at their separate apartments, received two "good boy"s

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