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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.

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...

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 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.

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 like this dark room party near me and I go pretty often. It's perfect: in a discreet apartment, I'm friends with the hosts and they give me a place to crash after 4 hours of fucking bottoms raw. I like the friendly vibe there. Everyone is nice. Well -- almost everyone. It's my main spot for getting my numbers up. My goals for this year are ambitious: 500 holes. And at 15-25 holes a night in there, I will make my mark on The Bronx this year. The intensity begs attention; as the sound of balls slapping, or cheeks getting pounded, or a grown man whimpering like a bitch, fill the room. The bottoms line up in my corner and the rage flows through all who bend for it. If that sounds fun, good, I'm glad you're still here. But you know: One guy always has to ruin it: Theres this one dude, a muscled-out jock, who you can't bang hard enough, he can't be satisfied. His asshole is some kind of zombie that can't be killed. He's a fuckng bully about it all though. This motherfucker will grab my dick right after I pull out of another dude and before I can wipe off, he's stuffing his hole w my dick. I know how dark rooms be, and how wanna-be tough guys are soft inside, but this (after weeks of occurrences) was getting old. The loser just couldn't take a rejection or a pass, and would refuse to back off or just beg for "a little bit more". One day I keep noticing this odor. I keep checking to see if im clean and each time I do, im fine, but this smell -- WTF?!? Then I noticed every time I pulled out of him, his hole stank like hell. Thoroughly grossed-out I leave and avoid that scene for a min. Last Sunday I went back and of course who to I see: Pushy, needy, bottom-bitch, with the dirty hole, lining up to get fucked when im done w my current hole. I put his legs up, pushed through both holes in one slow stroke and pounded him out till he was thoroughly humiliated. I put all my anger into him using the only weapon I had. I put a load in him and kept going afterward.. I don't think he deserved it, I just couldn't hold my nut while I was pounding that hard. He came, pissed (a little), and told me I was his boss, daddy and everything else he could think of.. he asked for my number and I just wiped off and moved on to the next one. Dude got his guts re-arranged disrespectfully and owned so hard, a crowd gathered. You get pushy; I push back. Bottoms will know their place, or be taught. Real rough fucker over here; rude guys, be warned.

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

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

I really should have put up a poll...

Sniffies hook up with an older daddy at an underground parking garage, found an empty remote corner on the bottom floor, sucked daddy's cock real good, but daddy wanted more and he didn't have a condom on him, so I let him enjoy my pussy a bit after I told him he had to pull out to cum. He did keep going when he started pulsating and moaning hard, so I pulled away from him as fast as I could; and his cock was still ejaculating when I turned to look. He got mad at me for not letting him keep going and finish. After I got back to my car, I could clearly see cum in on my panties.

So far, Dan has kept to the agreement with Rick, and he is noticing more and more sexy guys around him. This happens to many of us when we are extra horny and when we learn the covert and overt signals of flirting gay men. I am sure Dan himself gives some flirtatious signals to other gay men and he doesn't even know it. I see Rick's appearance at the same bar as Dan in two perspectives. First, Rick is "checking on" Dan and making sure Dan is not "cheating" on their agreement, and second, Rick wants another conquest, but also wants this conquest to be known to Dan. This not only increases Dan's feralness for his first their sex on Saturday, but will also provide Dan with a "poz buddy" -- a guy who will be converting at the same time -- an additional support person for Dan. I also believe Rick knew Dan would hear him fucking Chris and come to watch Rick breed Chris with his toxic load. Rick intensified the scene with his poz talk and getting Chris to beg for it. All of this has me "chomping at the bit" and as feral as Dan for the next chapter! Thanks, @mancoco!

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."

"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 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.

my FB came by after the gym, fucked me long and hard, totally naked. It was sweet and awesome. i'm full of cum.

LOL ... Even I've never actually heard that disgustment voiced, and I've been in more than my share of pigpens !!!

Any Poz tops want to breed this

I met this guy Steve at one of the gay bars through a mutual acquaintance and we hit it off pretty quickly and were flirting pretty heavy throughout the night. He was out with some friends and eventually they went off to another bar while he stayed chatting with me. Eventually he invited me back to his apartment which was only a few blocks away from the bar, he gave the rational of drinking for cheaper, but we both knew it was for more. We got inside and he asked me what I wanted. I was feeling bold so I just went up to him and kissed him. We made out for a minute and then he pulled me into his bedroom. We both stripped completely naked with him revealing a meaty 7 inch cut cock with a slight upward curve. He pushed me back on the bed and he got on top of me, his cock mashing up against my 6 inch cut cock. We kissed like that for a bit with our tongues dueling each other. He eventually kissed his way down my neck, chest, and stomach and took my cock in his mouth, gently sucking it. After a few minutes he rolled over on his back and I returned the favor, taking his cock into my mouth and pleasuring him. After a couple minute of that I laid down next to him on my back with my cock in my right hand and his in my left and slowly stroked us both. He grabbed a bottle of lube from his bedside table and lubed up both our cocks as I continued to stroke us both. After a couple minutes he rolled on top of me and started heavily making out. Our lubed dicks were sliding against each other again as he was gently thrusting his hips. He pulled back on one thrust and his cock slipped between my legs and started rubbing along my crack. I felt the bare head connect with my hole and he started a steady pressure pushing at it. I was in my early twenties at the time and was mostly topping, so I hadn't even prepared for bottoming. Also, I was insisting on guys using condoms so I could stay STI free. "You're gonna need a condom for that," I told him. "No problem," he said, and started looking through the drawer in his bedside table. After a few moments he said "fuck, I thought I had some." He got back on top of me and started kissing me again. Even though I wasn't bottoming much at the time I was hella horny and this guy had a great dick and I was kinda hoping he would fuck me. "Can I put it in just for a minute?" He asked me, his cock once again teasing my hole. "That's really risky," I told him. "I know but you're ass is so fucking hot," he said. "Let me just feel it for a minute and we can do a proper fuck another time," he said. It was the combination of alcohol and horniness that made me agree. "Fine," I said, "but just for a minute and you have to rim me first." "No problem," he said. He rolled me over on my stomach and spread my legs a bit apart as he got between them. I felt his tongue connect with my hole and immediately relaxed as I had been clenched pretty tight. He gave me an expert rim job for a few minutes that had me squirming beneath him. Eventually I felt him kiss his way up my back and to my neck and felt his ample cock nestle in my crack. He gave a few subtle thrust and I told him "use more lube." He got off my and a moment later I felt him spread my cheeks apart and cold lube dribbled on my hole. There was a pause where I assumed he was lubing his cock. I felt the slippery head connect with my hole and as if my sphincter had a mind of its own it spread open easily as he slid his raw cock slowly to the hilt in one go. He laid his full weight on my back and held himself there balls deep in my unprotected ass. "Oh fuck," I moaned. Normally it kinda hurts when I take a cock, but this time for some reason it went in easy, and my cock was rock hard from the combination of the risk of having a raw dick in my ass and said dick pressing against my prostate. He held still for about thirty seconds while kissing my neck, then I felt his hips start to move slowly and he started a shallow fuck. "I thought you were just gonna hold it there for a minute," I told him, "I don't want you cumming in me." "Don't worry, I'll pull out before I cum," he said, "I'll just fuck you long enough for you to get off. It feels good, doesn't it?" "Yeah," I said. Actually, it felt amazing. He started longer strokes and moving faster, this was quickly spiraling out of my control. The combination of the danger of having a guy I just met barebacking me and the fact his cock was perfect stimulating my prostate meant I could probably cum really fast in order to minimize the risk. "Let me up so I can jerk off," I told him, and started pushing my self up on to my hands and knees. He stayed inside me and got up on his knees as well. He had a mirrored closet door next to the bed and I looked over at the reflection of us as he started vigorously fucking me and I started jerking my cock. He noticed me looking and looked over as well. "Look how fucking hot we are," he said as he pistoned his bare dick back and forth in my hole. "I'm gonna blow my load across your back in no time." I watched in the mirror as his raw dick went in and out of me and felt like such a slut, knowing how risky this was but completely succumbing to my lust, telling myself it was fine because he was going to pull out and I was on my way to having a fantastic orgasm. Our bodies started to glisten with sweat as his hips pounded against my ass cheeks. This had started a few minutes ago with me thinking I'd just have a bare cock in me for just a minute and now this stud was full on fucking me to orgasm. I felt it started to build and knew it was going to be a good one when suddenly Steve slowed to a stop in my and kinda hunched and put a hand on my back. I looked back at him while wildly jerking and said "keep going, I'm almost there." "But," he said as I felt the intensity of my building orgasm start to diminish a little. "Fuck me!" I cried. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting again and I felt my orgasm start after a few thrusts and I heard him say "oh fuck I'm gonna cum" and he started to pull out. "Don't pull out yet ," I said, "I'm coming." My cock started spraying cum all over his bed as my orgasm crashed over me as Steve's cock perfectly ran back and forth over my prostate. "I'm cumming," he said but I barely registered what it meant as I collapsed down on the bed in a pool of my cum and Steve fell across my back, his cock buried deep in me. "Did you cum in me?" I asked after a few moments. "Yeah, sorry, my orgasm started right when you said don't pull out," he said. My rectum was full with a strangers load due to my horniness. He slowly pulled his cock out of me and rolled over on his back. I was surprised at how clean is cock was since I hadn't prepared at all. "Is that your first time barebacking?" He asked me. "No, a couple guys have fucked me bare before," I told him. "Did they shoot in you?" "One did," I told him, "I had the others pull out. I usually use condoms though." Our cocks had started to soften and we chatted for a few minutes. I asked to use the bathroom and even though I had that feeling of needing to take a dump, all that came out was his load. As I flushed it down my cock started to harden. I walked back into the bedroom. "That was quite a load," I told him. "Yeah?" he said, his cock starting to harden as well, "did you like seeing it come out of you?" "Yeah," I said, "not gonna lie, it's hella hot being bred even though it's risky." He grabbed his cock which was now at full mast. "Probably because it is risky," he said, "want another one? I can go again." I walked over to him and got on the bed and straddled him. "Probably shouldn't," I said as I grabbed the lube and lubed him up again. I could tell myself that the first time things had just gotten out of hand, but as I slid down his dick again I knew that I had no such excuse this time. He started fucking me again. "I'm not pulling out this time," he said as his raw cock once again massaged my prostate. I started jerking my own cock. I looked over at the mirror and then had him adjust so I could look back and see his cock thrusting up into my ass. Five minutes later he shot another load into me and I shot another one on his stomach. He scooped up my load and placed it on his cock and fucked it in to me. "There, that's three loads in you," he said. "When can I get a fourth?" I asked him. I had to wait until the morning for that one.

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

I was cruising the local rest stop without any luck. I jumped on Grindr and was soon contacted by someone. He needed head and agreed to meet me there in the bathroom. About 15 minutes later, he arrived and I joined him at the urinals. He took out his cock. I dropped my pants and went to my knees. He was already hard and it only took 1-2 minutes to get him to nut. His first spurt hit the back of my throat and he continued to shoot a huge load of thick, hot cum inside my mouth.

I love ALL those nasty names for my fuckhole....except, mangina - YUCK!

Always try to have porn playing when playing. When I get a meet setup I Always ask if we can have porn on. When we do i tell the top to put his favorite that he wanks off too. Its also a great way of knowing what turns him on. It does work well!

It would be a dream cum true to be treated like this … can’t wait for them all to use him at once

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

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

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

my dad started fucking me when I was 10, so yeah

Emphatically YES!! I am absolutely a faggot pig bottom for older dominant men (of course I'll never turn down the opportunity to suck any cock)

My hairy butt with two random guys’ loads

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Certain assumptions in this story about any person are simply fantasy and fiction. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** --PART 2-- “Hey, Wolfgang,” Mikey says as he saunters out of the shower, naked, with his fat cock dangling down. “Or should I say ‘William’”? Wolfgang whips around from washing dishes and turns to see Mikey holding his PrEP bottle. A look of horror crosses over his face. “Seems like you’re shooting blanks, there, Willie,” Mikey closes in on the stunned man, reaches him and grabs his cock in his hand. “Yeah, you threw a good fuck into us both with this fat hog, and I appreciate that,” he starts, “but you’re not even POZ and what’s worse is you’re on fucking PrEP to stay negative!” “You misrepresented yourself,” I tell William/Wolfgang. “Don’t sugarcoat it for him, Chris,” Mikey says to me “he fuckin’ lied about being POZ/toxic, about being able to poz us. “But I like you, William,’ Mikey continues, stating his real name with a measured but clear amount of contempt. ‘I think you can help us out, here, Wiilliam. You not being POZ seems like something the guys at Nachladen might want to know about, huh William?” William looked beseechingly at us and said “Please, don’t say anything to them, boys…Yeah, I lied…I’m a chaser just like you and I want to stop taking those pills – I got scared a couple of months back and I went back on PrEP, but I was overthinking it and I know I want to stop and poz up. He takes the pill bottle from Mikey and empties them out into the trash, pouring water over them to dissolve them. “That’s the last of them.” “I reside in Berlin 2 weeks every month. All my tats, and what we did earlier is my fantasy of how I hope one day soon to poz up young guys looking for HIV. I’m not AIDS-wasted, I’ve just always been this skinny and vascular. I’m sorry, guys, what can I do to make it right?” “You can get us into, or tell us how to get into Nachladen, “Wolfgang,” and we won’t say a word about it to anyone. Unless you want Carsten to know….” God, how I loved Mikey, he had some balls, I thought to myself, wishing they were full of hot deathjizz. “No, please never tell Carsten…anything but that,” he pleaded. “There’s one more thing you can do for us, William,” Mikey continued “you can get your ass back in the bedroom and take our cocks.” With that, Wolfgang/William puts himself face-down on the mattress and Mikey, lubing up his fat hog with Energie-Lube, heads straight for William’s hole, his engorged cock pushing through any resistance and he plants himself balls-deep up the imposter’s ass for a brutal fucking that I know only Mikey can deliver. Seeing my boyfriend pound out William like this, and imagining it was a hot poz cock about to spew HIV, got me horned up again and I motioned for Mikey to flip the guy over so we can double-fuck his hole. Mikey and I kind of specialize in double-fucking a manhole, as we can perfectly alternate our strokes and our cocks just go together, except of course for the missing element of being POZ. Soon we have our rhythm going and it just feels too fucking good and each of us blow another load into the William’s fuckchute. As Mikey is pounding out the last few drops of sadly-negative seed, he adds another condition to the bargain: “And we want two free cases of Energie-Lube sent to our home. That, and you get us into Nachladen and we’re all good, ‘Wolfgang’” Wolfgang/William is bronco-busting on our still-hard dicks up his cunt and his 10-inch geyser spurts a huge load of cum into the air. The dude writhes off us and we all collapse in a sweaty, cummy heap. “I like you, Wolfgang, you throw a mean fuck,” Mikey tells him, “but don’t go back on our deal…or else Carsten will find out you’re shooting blanks.” And with that direct threat to William/Wolfgang, Mikey had our plan to get into Nachladen…William was both a (supposedly tox-poz) member and a vendor for the party. As we talked, he told us how he falsifies his lab work with AI so he can get into Nachladen’s front door and past Carsten. But when he delivers his supplies, he enters in the back of the club with a passcode at the locked back door – that was our ticket in. --1 WEEK LATER-- The night of the party, we’re in the back of a taxi headed to Nachladen. When we tell the driver where we’re going, he just smiles and says “Yes, I’ve heard of it. He hands us a card with his number on it; Klaus. “I’ve been trying to qualify for membership at Nachladen for some time now. Maybe sometime you boys can help a chaser out?” AT THE BLUE DOOR Saying to Klaus we wanted to walk the rest of the way, he dropped us off about 1km away, so under the cloudy night sky, we scampered over the fence and through the field toward the back of the building. A single dim floodlight did little to illuminate the door, but Wolfgang’s directions were good and soon enough we were at the door, Mikey holding the slip of paper with the passcode, his shaky finger nervously poised to enter the combination. “Is this real, Chris, can this be the night we join the HIV brotherhood?” He is trembling a bit with anticipation. In the dim light, he struggled to read the paper and press the darkened number keys on the entry lock. “6, 2, 9, 0, 7,” he recited as he pressed each key. Nothing happened except for a short buzzing noise. That wasn’t it. Scanning the paper against the dimness, he corrected himself “6,2, 9, 6, 7,” that’s it.” Still nothing but the buzz. “Give it to me, Mikey, you know your eyes are bad without your glasses,” I said snatching the paper. “I’m surprised you don’t have this memorized.” “Here we go,” I said, “this will be it: “6,2,8,6,7,” I recited. BINGO. The keypad flashed green and beeped affirmatively three times. A lock inside the door opened with a click. I pulled the handle and the louder techno music flooded out and we both recoiled back a bit at the aural intrusion. “C’mon, Mikey,” I urged to him, “let’s go,” and we stepped inside the dark hallway beyond the door. Red exit lighting was about all the light we had, as we left our phones at the hotel. Phones weren’t allowed and as Clay told us, if Carsten or any of his fearsome guards spotted a phone, you’d get thrown out and blackballed from future parties. The hallway was shrouded in heavy black curtains on both sides and according to Wolfgang’s instructions, we had to walk about 100 feet to the back of the stage, where sometimes live sex shows would take place. It was straight down this hall 100 feet, then another door on the left and we could slip into the main hall from behind the stage where we’d be subsumed by the throng of naked AIDS fuckers. We hurried down the hallway and approached the door, ready to go into the hall, and stripping off our clothes along the way, throwing them in a pile behind the curtain. But suddenly, from another door emerged seven or eight naked men, all with biotats and all with leather bio-haz harnesses and fat metal rings around engorged cocks, most of them with thick PAs glistening in the bare light. They’re followed by another hot naked guy holding a video camera. “C’mon guys, lets get this show started!” one of them called out and they opened the door and proceeded through to the stage area. Apparently, a live fuck show was about to begin – the music got turned way down as a voice from above introduced the hot fuckers. Too afraid to pay attention to the announcement, Mikey and I ducked behind a curtain as they passed, and pretty soon we heard shouts and whooping from the main hall. As we crept to the door to open it a crack, we saw the filthy AIDS-fuckers already pawing at each other, fucking and sucking and eating hole in a variety of positions while images from the guy’s video camera were projected on the split-screens above them gave the assembled throng a birds-eye view of what was happening. We figured now was the time, as the performers were distracted by the swirling mass of poz-toxic bodies as they formed and reformed in new configurations. As we stepped through, determined to stay to the left to avoid being noticed, a veiny arm grabbed me and threw me into the scrum of writhing sex gods assembled on the fuckfloor. Someone else grabbed Mikey and soon our mouths were roughly pulled opened to accommodate fat, pierced toxic cocks and we could both feel tongues and fingers on our neg holes. “These boys want to join the show, brothers, and they look like new meat to me!” one of them shouted to his mates over the din. Breaking free for a second of the hard, already precumming cock in my mouth, I looked up at the guy and to my amazement, it was poz porn god Tony Bishop, and with a devilish grin, he was now flipping me around, pointing my ass at his fat toxic tattooed cock. “Let’s recharge these boys, brothers,” and with that Tony dove his poz weapon deep up my pussy, never once stopping to let me acclimate or get reasonably comfortable to take his pozfuck. But fuck that, I was being pozfucked by none other than Tony Bishop! I soon relaxed and accepted the hard, deep pounding Tony was throwing down on my mancunt and my mind was swirling to think I might receive the beautiful gift of prime porn-star POZ viral, unmedicated seed. I looked over for my boyfriend Mikey and he’s getting similarly pounded out by a super tall, bald, visibly wasted guy with what looks like 10 inches of positivity thrusting in and out of Mikey’s neg cunt. I began to realize that Mikey is getting poz pipe from the infamous doorman Carsten! The other guys in the swirling mass start switching off and Tony dismounts off me, only for my ass to be replaced by the rest of the AIDS-poles in rapid succession…now they’ve got Mikey and me on a rotation, with one diseased fucker going after the other on our holes, and I’m desperately hoping they’ll bring us into the brotherhood. Soon enough, the videographer joins in the fun, mounting me from behind with a thick poz cock and at the same time projecting the image onto the screens above. Soon, it’s Carsten’s turn in my ass and Clay was right, the man does not disappoint, for he is pile-driving deep into my cunt as the images are flashed on the screen above us. Tony, meanwhile has his tatted bio-weapon deep up my BFF Mikey. I struggle to see their actions on the split-screen but soon I see from behind as Tony’s heavy AIDS-filled balls tighten up and the pounding gets slower and deeper into Mikey’s cunt. Finally, he pulses what appears to be 10 shots of HIV into my best friend and soulmate, loudly grunting while he’s inseminating. The men in the sex scrum shouting “Recharge him!” and some other stuff in a mix of English/German/Spanish and some other languages I can’t quite get. At last Tony withdraws his poz pistol from Mikey’s gaping pussy, little dribbles of the gift coating the perfect O Mikey’s hole makes whenever he’s been fucked good and hard. Carsten moves on from my hole and re-plants himself inside Mikey, pausing only to lap up some of Tony’s venom from the hole. Tony, being the famous poz predator he is, wastes no time and goes back up inside me, grunting and hollering with all the men while Carsten unloads his poison into Mikey, the crowd watching erupts in applause and men all over the main hall resume their bacchanal of HIV fucking and seeding, shouting “Recharge” in their various languages whenever one erupts inside their brother’s hole. And while Tony continues drilling his toxic cock deep inside my hole, my mouth gets a rotation of fat HIV-laden cocks one after the other roughly face-fucking me. Tony is bucking and thrashing on top of me, pinning me down against the sweaty and cummy rubber of the black floormat, and with a growl, unleashes another unmedicated load, which feels like 12 or so shots of infectious HIV deep in my guts. He whispers in my ear “Get used to it, kid, we’ve only just started violating your hole.” The mass of men re-forms and without allowing us any recovery time, proceed to fuck and breed Mikey and me further. These fuckers’ cocks never go down and always shoot copious loads of the beautiful, bonding viral gift of pure HIV seed just needing a receptive vessel to bloom and proliferate. The videographer re-mounts my ass and drives his diseased load deep into me, all the while displaying the images up on the screen. He pulls his enormous cock out of me and my hole is truly gaped now with a steady drizzle of infected seed oozing out. But it’s soon filled by another of the sex show guys and every drop is driven back inside me. Maybe there is something to Wolfgang’s claims about Energie-lube, I think to myself as I’m passed yet again between hard-driving poz tops and fucked and bred again and again. Between Mikey and me, these 8 studs have bred us a cumulative 20+ times. The show reaches it’s end and the screens flash away from the stage and begin again with poz porn from all over the world. Mikey and I are truly wiped out but ecstatic at what has happened. We stagger over to the small bar area for some water, and we run right into Wolfgang/William. “Hey, didn’t I tell you this place was incredible!” he says hugging us both and reaching around to our holes to bring some residual seed to his lips. ‘I didn’t know there’d be a sex show tonight, boys, but damn was that hot watching Tony Bishop make you his sons. And then that angry fucker Carsten and all the other guys. I bet you guys have both just been pozzed!” “I didn’t think we’d get as many loads as we have so far,” I marveled to Wolfgang/William. “Oh yeah, these guys can almost *smell* new meat at this club,“ William added “Of course, they think you’re both POZ and detectable, so be sure to play along and shout ‘Recharge” whenever you breed a hole here.” With that, Wolfgang/William rejoins the dancing/fucking/sucking throng, immediately getting bent over and pozfucked at by various dudes. The video guy approaches us and says we can get a copy of what he recorded if we want as he hands us his card: His name is Todd and we cannot wait to replay this incredible sex show for Clay and Uncle Randy back home. Mikey and I, now with some water and a quick convo with Todd to exchange contact info, head out onto the main floor and we make plans to meet back at the bar in 2 hours, but in the meantime, get as many more poz-tox loads as possible. My head is reeling with the possibility that this was the day of our pozzing and we made it happen here at the infamous Nachladen party. I love Mikey more than ever for being the devious twinky little fucker that he is and conniving a way to get us in here. Way more than 2 hours go by in a total blur as men, of all ages, body types and stages of HIV infection use my hole to impregnate me with deathseed. As I’m getting invaded from behind, guys are just backing up onto my rockhard member at will, in a frenzy of sex and fucking and continuous breeding. At one point, I’m in the middle of a fuck-train of about 10 guys, which keeps reforming as someone drops a load. Then, as the time to meet Mikey fast-approaches, the crowd parts and there he is again: POZ god Tony Bishop, who comes up to me as I am straddled across a fuckbench. Saying nothing, he mounts up inside my blown-out mancunt and drops another venomous batch of his AIDS-brew straight from his balls and through his tattooed cock into my hole. “How’d you get past Carsten?” he whispers in my ear, depositing the last of his toxic jizz in my cunt and revealing that he knows somehow I’m not yet POZ. “No worries, you’ll definitely be eligible once we’re all done with you.” “Recharge!” he shouts again to the assembled onlookers, who, as Tony moves away, jockey to begin yet another assault on my hole. I’m fucked and seeded about 30 more times, but honestly, at this point, it could be 100 more times for all I know, I’m barely aware anymore, but just know I’m being pozzed tonight and I’m gonna think always of my new pozfather Tony. I know it could have been a strain from any of these sick fuckers, but Tony was the first load I took tonight at Nachladen, so he’ll be the one in my book to have brought me and Mikey straight into the beautiful POZ brotherhood! It's past 7:00am when we stumble out of the club, after finding our clothes again and there’s a line of taxis outside in the bright sun. We see Klaus’s taxi and wave to him. He takes us back to our hotel and we make plans to meet up next time we’re in Berlin. 1 MONTH LATER – WEST HOLLYWOOD I’m relaying the events of Nachladen to my poz inspiration, the great Randy, a founding member of “The Ten,” and uncle and pozzer of his nephew Clay, our good buddy, who is off getting a new tattoo. I’m playing clips from the video Todd sent us on my phone for Uncle Randy to watch. We also made plans to go to the next Nachladen, but before we do, we’ll visit taxi driver Klaus and help a brother out. “I’m proud of you and Mikey, son,” Uncle Randy tells me. “What an evening! Here, let me look at your home test again,” he asks me, right in the same WeHo coffee shop where he in his day pozzed the whole staff. He holds the test up to the light and smiles broadly as he sees the 2 red lines, bright as day. Just then, Mikey arrives and shows us his paperwork from Dr. Matthew’s office: He’s high VL, or as the doctor’s hot gifter nurse Keith put it “toxic as fuck”—which he and Keith then did, right on the examination table. Uncle Randy displays the two home tests and the paper as well for the coffee shop customers, who all break out in applause. Guys start coming up to us with congratulations and to air-drop their contact info. Clearly, we’re gonna be busy pozzing up and/or recharging scores of dudes. Achievement unlocked! We exit, horned up beyond belief and needing relief. At this moment Clay walks up to us, fresh from the tattoo parlor and pulls up his T-shirt to reveal his first dark X branded across his torso. He deeply kisses his pozfather Uncle Randy, and says to us all: “Let’s go pozfuck.” THE END

I have been undetectable pretty much since I was diagnosed, and feel so lucky taking loads without asking status, I'm at the clinic every 90 day and have had to deal with other STDs but that is expected and I am happy to say I am STD free last visit, have doxy here too which I can offer tops who are worried but honestly I want to have sex with men who want to swap loads or plant a load up my ass, even poz tops who don't take meds and get off pozzing others have been fucking and loading my gut and will be invited too again. Poz cum is welcome as is anon cum fucked in my gut-

I've been fucked one time with my Oxballs pig hole and it felt amazing. Feeling the plug and cock at the same time was euphoric. Next up is DP. Any volunteers?

Love the bad boy, tattooed, bareback type guys, in no order I would love to flip fuck the following: Paul Cannon Pierre Fitch Sebastian Young. (RIP) Dillon Anderson Markie More

It All started in school for me, lost a bet to my buddy and the pay off was a Blow Job. (Lost the bet on purpose) 😉 After the first time at my house after school, it started to happen 2 or 3 times week on the way home. Then came the day we were in Shop Class and he asked to be excused, teacher released him, In few minutes I did the same and found him waiting for me. Just standing by the boys room door. With a big smile he opened the door and told me to go to the last stall. Which I did. Before I got seated, I saw him opening his jeans and pushing them down, I know for sure then, I was going to do what I had wanted to for a long time. Not worrying about the chance I was taking. Also, this was how I learned Exactly Who and What I was, A Cock Sucker!!!! I heard the door open and he quickly pulled up his jeans and walked away, leaving me sitting there. I heard him talking to someone, not sure who it was, until I heard him tell the person, "He is in the last stall and waiting, just walk back and go in". Shocked as I was I did not move and when the door was opened, there stood our base ball coach. Somehow I knew that he knew, pretty sure just by the smile on his face. Then I heard his words, "I've been told that you enjoy doing this and maybe I can help you enjoy?" I just locked up and smiled at him as he opened his slacks and produced a Beautiful Semi Hard Dick, Cut and well trimmed. 2 or 3 quick licks and I recall it getting very hard, so it was time to show him just how good a Cock Sucker I was. While I was sucking on him I heard him talking to my buddy and saying, "Thank You". You are right he is a Fantastic Cock Sucker. and with that his Hot Cum hit my tongue and I swallowed. This was my school start to becoming a local dump for my buddy, 2 teachers and a couple of other random guys. I enjoyed every minute I had a Cock in my mouth.