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***First off, this is total fiction, but I was inspired by something that happened to me a few years ago -before I was chasing. Now I wish this is how it had gone down.*** That day was a day like any other, woke up horny as hell. Only this time I didn't have to work and I was going to do something about my hunger. I got onto a few sites and weeded through profiles, until I finally managed to connect with a guy who needed a hot ass to fuck. Done! He was over in less than 30 minutes, and I was ready for him, face down-ass up on the bed. I heard him fumbling with his clothes and then that damned crinkling sound of a fucking condom. UGH! I wished then that I had lubed my ass with Vaseline so it could shred that fucker up, but it was too late for that. I just gritted my teeth and prepared myself for that rubber burn. I just hoped (for a change) that he wasn't too hung, that should make the burning rubber a little easier on my insides. It wasn't totally awful, and if he wasn't wrapped up, that is a dick I could spend hours on end with. But I had to get him to use a ton of lube just to keep me from feeling the condom. Eventually he got tired of pounding me doggie style, so he lay down on the bed and had me climb on top. I rode him good, determined to get him off and then get back online to find a guy who would give me some loads. When he was just about to cum he shoved me really hard off of him, and he was left panting with his dick firm and throbbing in the air. "What the fuck?" I howled. "I didn't want to cum in you," he replied, gulping in deep breaths. "Why? You've got a condom on," I complained. "I just . . . couldn't." He hadn't actually blown his load, so I climbed back on and started riding him again, only this time he didn't seem as into it -for some reason I got the feeling he was still worried about cumming. I don't get it. And after a few minutes he did it again, leaving my hole literally gaping open and starved. "Dude, what is the problem?" I asked. He finally blurted out, "I've got HIV! AIDS! Dammit, I can't take the chance of cumming inside anyone even with protection." Fuck this, I told myself. Faster than he could even register what was happening, I tore that condom off of him and dropped my ass down, raw and balls-deep. He was protesting and trying to get me off of him, but I locked my thighs onto him and rode like I was on a mechanical bull who was trying to buck me off. "Give me that fuckin' load!" I demanded. His eyes grew so big, he thought I was crazy for sure. "Are you insane? You can't-" "Give me your fucking AIDS!" I yelled at him. He was still pushing on me to get off, but I was riding him hard and his dick was still steel hard and buried totally up inside me. I think on some level he was loving being inside me the way nature intended, at least his rock hard dick was thrilled about it. We literally struggled and fought for at least five minutes, and despite him being significantly bigger than me, I had desperation and hunger on my side. And I won! Finally he stopped struggling and only a minute later he grunted and I felt that beautiful dick spewing toxic seed deep into me. Aah, relief. I stayed on top of him, not letting him out of my ass, determined to take every single drop his balls had to expel. Eventually he opened his eyes and stared me down. "Why would you do that?" Such a sweet guy, he was actually concerned about me. I grinned at him, determined to lighten his mood. "Hey, poz guys need to cum, too." "Yes, with condoms," he asserted, almost scolding me for being so irresponsible. "Hell NO," I retorted. "The fact that you have a viral load means you shouldn't ever have to touch another condom in your whole life. Your seed was made to be spread." "Yes, but you-" "-would have asked if I was really concerned about it. And if you'd told me up front, I would have insisted we go bare from the start," I assured him. "I still don't understand why," he mumbled. "Because you've been given the freedom to fuck and not worry about it anymore. It is the responsibility of the guy on the receiving end. If he's concerned about catching something, he should ask ahead of time, he should demand condoms, and he should probably find a safer way to get fucked than anonymous hook-ups." He was silent for several minutes, clearly pondering what I'd told him. But I did notice that his dick never softened inside my ass, not even a little bit. Eventually I felt his hands on my hips and he began to buck up into me. It appeared that I had done a little reverse on him and changed him into a gifter, and now he was turned on by the idea of delivering his toxic load into me. He looked deep into my eyes and grinned. "So, you want this fucking AIDS seed?"

In his apartment the next morning Jake couldn’t believe what had happened to him. It all seemed like a blur, like it had happened to someone else. Yet, he was the one standing naked in his bedroom looking at himself in the mirror and seeing a new person. Though physically not much about Jake had changed mentally he was different. His understanding of himself was different. He’d thought of himself as a vanilla top, into guys who looked pretty much like him: mid-twenties, toned, with a little body hair. Now he saw himself as something different. Now he saw himself as what Sir had unlocked within him, and what he longed to become. His fingers cautiously played across the hard plastic of the cage Sir had locked his cock in. Consisting of a stout black plastic ring around the base of his cock and balls, and an almost flat circular disk like a tiny bike wheel, it forced his cock back so far that it almost looked as if he didn’t have one at all. His balls, forced forward by the ring swallowed up his caged cock, leaving him with just a leaking nub. “This will keep you focused,” Sir had said as he pressed the cage over Jake’s cock head. “Your only sex organ is your hole now. The only way you get off from your hole, just like you did last night. And don’t worry, once you’ve taken my cock and your stretched-out hole is dripping with my cum, if you want unlocked I’ll take it off.” Remembering Sir talking about his stretched-out hole brought Jake’s hands to the other change. He felt the base of the plug still lodged tight in his hole. He tugged on the base, pulling the plugs knot against his ring. He whimpered. He’d never played with his hole. Not even the few time’s he’d bottomed before. He’d never really found it that exciting. Now, however, with the dream of taking Sir’s monstrous cock all of that had changed. Jake still couldn’t explain the power Sir had over him. It didn’t make any sense. He’d asked himself that as he’d walked from Sir’s place to the subway that morning, the plug bashing against his prostate with every step. How had this man, who he would have said was completely not his type, gotten him to go home with him? Not only that, how had this man convinced Jake to change his body, give up who he thought he was in bed, and train himself to take his big, fat, silicone cock? Jake turned his attention to the toy’s he’d just finished unpacking. Sir had packed them into a duffle bag as Jake had gotten dressed. “This is your training kit boy,” he’d said, handing Jake shockingly heavy the bag. When Jake had looked confused he added, “It will make sense when you unpack at home.” Then Sir had pulled him into a tight hug, and kissed him roughly on the lips. “I’ll see you in two days, I can’t wait to see what progress you’ve made. Have fun boy.” Jake wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he felt silly for not understanding Sir’s meaning when he unpacked the bag. Lined up across his dresser stood a group of increasingly large butt plugs followed by another line of dildos. Sir had sent ten toys home with Jake in total. Four plugs, five dildos, and one that fell between with a long fat shaft, and a thick knot at the base. Still as large as biggest toys were none of them were as big as Sir’s cock. This was how he was going to train his hole for Sir’s cock, he thought looking at the row of toys. Looking at them made him nervous, excited, and, as evidenced by the stream of precum leaking from his locked nub onto his balls, aroused. “Alright boy, time to show me how dedicated you are to taking my cock.” Sir said two days later. Jake was standing just inside the vestibule of Sir’s town house having been greeted with a bear hug and a kiss. Sir was shirtless, showing off his massive powerful arms and chest. Jake’s eyes had immediately been drawn to the obvious massive bulge in Sir’s thin basketball shorts. Really, he might as well have been naked for all that they hid. For a second Jake just stood there, his back to the door, not sure how to follow Sir’s instructions. Then in a much more forceful tone Sir said, “Strip boy.” Jake almost jumped at the change in Sir’s tone. Feeling nervous and self conscious he pulled off his jacket and shoes putting them off to the side. He then slipped out of his shirt and dropped his pants. Standing now in a pair of white briefs he looked at Sir for approval. A wide grin spread across Sir’s face. “Good boy,” he said. “Getting ready to take my cock is about more than just stretching that pretty little hole. It’s about letting go and becoming the piggy sub slut that I know you are.” Sir pulled Jake to him again, his mouth almost touching Jake’s as he said, “I knew it as soon as I kissed you in the bar. You gave yourself to me. You didn’t know it but that was when you became mine.” Jake whimpered. Sir was giving voice to what he’d been thinking the past two days. Horny and desperate for release he had spent hours bouncing on the dildos and plugs Sir had given him. The feeling of opening himself up had brought new pleasure, and an alluring sense of accomplishment. When he’d bottomed out on the smallest dildo Sir had sent, still larger than the average cock, Jake had orgasmed so hard he fell over. He’d lain on the floor impaled on the dildo, his hole twitching around its thick shaft, as his balls spasmed and cum pumped from his locked nub onto his swelling balls. Penetrated, stretched and shaking he’d been able to think of nothing but Sir. Not just his giant tool and how much Jake wanted it, but of how Sir made him feel. How he wanted to submit to Sir. How much he liked obeying Sir’s instructions. Everything he was doing was hotter because it was what Sir wanted him to do, it was in service of Sir. Now Sir’s words swirled in Jake’s mind, you became mine, becoming the piggy sub slut I know you are. “Turn around boy, hands against the door, stick that sweet ass out.” Jake obeyed and quickly felt Sir’s big rough hands on the small of his back. They grabbed at his briefs. Jake expected Sir to rip his underwear again, but this time they were yanked down to his ankles. “Now let’s see how my new pussy is progressing,” he gave Jake’s ass a little smack, causing him to jump a little. Sir let out a low appreciative growl. “Good boy. Fuck good boy. I didn’t even have to tell you to come here plugged, did I? No. You knew. You knew that a good slut would come here just like he left, stretched and plugged. But which plug is it?” He gripped the base and gave it a little tug. “This isn’t the one I sent you home with.” “No…” Jake gasped as Sir played with the plug, “no Sir! It’s… fuck! It’s the middle one. I was able to take it this morning.” “Already up two sizes? Well your hole is more stretchy that I thought.” “I spent… holy fuck Sir that feels so good, I spent basically all of yesterday and today playing with my hole. Fuck! I’ve been so horny. It hasn’t even been that long. With the cage I mean. It’s only been a couple of days and not being able to touch my cock…” “Has you fucking desperate doesn’t it boy?” “Yes,” Jake moaned. “Good boy,” Sir rubbed his cloth covered crotch between Jake’s cheeks. His cock head bounced against the base of the plug shaking it in Jake’s hole. “You’ve been thinking about my big fucking cock, haven’t you? Dreaming about it?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Going up two plug sizes is impressive but you’re not ready for my cock yet. I’d break you, and we don’t want to break this pretty pussy.” “Fuck I want it so bad Sir!” “I know you do. I know you do boy. Follow me, I have a surprise for you. It’s not as good as my cock, but it’s going to help get you ready.” Obediently Jake followed Sir into the house. They passed the stairs, and walked through the well-designed front from. Past the dining room with its large original looking chandelier they turned into a little nook before the kitchen. Sir opened an unassuming door and lead Jake down into what he suddenly realized must be the garden level. Jake wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting but Sir once again surprised him. The entire lower floor of the townhouse had been turned into a play room. The floor was dark black tile, glittering in the low red light. Before them stood a sling, set up below a mirrored section of ceiling. On the far wall a giant wooden X stood, with straps and cuffs at the end of its four legs. There was a bench with a padded seat just at crotch height along another wall. Spaced between them were shelves and hooks loaded with sex toys of all varieties. Whips and flails, masks and restraints, plugs and dildos lined the walls. There was so much to see that it took Jake a moment to notice that they weren’t alone in the play room. A man, dressed much as Sir had been the first time Jake saw him stood in front of a bed with black sheets off to the right. Though it was a little hard to tell in the low red lighting he looked to be a little younger than Sir, maybe just having turned forty. He had short hair pushed forward into a little ridge above his forehead, and an impressively full mustache. His jaw was square and sharp, connecting to a thick neck. He was broad shoulders, and his big hair covered pecs were accentuated by the thick straps of the black harness strapped around him. His stomach was flat, but undefined, like one big slab of muscle with a wild mat of hair pushing down into the wide waistband of his white jock. Jake’s eyes flashed to the man’s bulge. It was big, but far more understandable then Sir’s. “This is Mike,” Sir said giving Jake a little push towards the other man. “He, and a few of my other friends, are going to help you get ready for me. Not only are they going to help stretch out this pretty little hole,” Sir tapped the base of Jake’s plug, “They’re going to help you become the slut you need to be to take me. Now, go on and get on the bed over there. All fours, show Mike that plugged up hole.” Nervously Jake walked over to the bed, the tiled floor shockingly warm under his feet. He got up onto the bed and turned so that he was kneeling across it with his ass turned towards this new stranger. He bent forward and rested his chest on the bed, presenting. Jake felt a hand rub his ass, then a quick light smack. He jumped a little and both men laughed. Then a hand grabbed the base of the plug and tugged at it. He felt it pulling against his hole. Then suddenly it slipped out and he felt empty. There was a moment where the plug just rested inside him, then Mike pushed it back in. Jake easily expanded around it’s girth and took it’s knot back in with a soft plop. “Fuck,” Mike said, speaking for the first time. “When did you start breaking him in?” “Two days ago. I picked him up over the weekend. By the looks of his hole he’s spent the last two days wrecking himself with the toys I gave him. He’s already gone up two plug sizes. You’re the first one getting a crack at him though.” Mike gave an appreciative growl. The plug was pulled back, and slowly removed. Jake whimpered. He was left empty and open. He felt cold air slip inside his hole, then warm breath. A hand gripped each of his cheeks spreading him wide. Mike’s tongue flicked around Jake’s ring making the young man sigh with pleasure. Sir moved around the bed so he was standing in front of Jake. He squatted down so they were eye level. “That feels good doesn’t it boy?” “Fuck, yes Sir,” Jake moaned. “What’s he doing?” “He’s eating me out!” “That’s right. He’s rimming your tight little hole, opening it up. Do you know what he’s going to do after he’s had his fill?” “No Sir.” “He’s going to fuck you.” Jake must have looked shocked because Sir continued, “That’s right boy. Being a caged sub boy, and stretching out your hole isn’t enough to earn my monster. No, you have to give in to being a total slut. Only slutty sub boys can take my cock. Do you know what the difference between just a horny bottom boy with a locked cock and stretched hole, and a real slut is boy?” “No Sir.” Jake panted, his breath catching as Mike plowed his tongue into him. “A real slut boy, one who’s worthy of my cock, isn’t just open enough to take me. He’s a real true cock hound. A dick pig. A cum slut. The boy who gets my load is a boy who craves being used. A boy who gives up his cunt to real men. He’s already full of spunk when the tip of my cock touches his hole. He’s a faggy pig slut.” “Fuck,” Jake moaned. “That’s what I’m going to make you into. When I’m done with you there will be no going back to the quite little vanilla top I picked up last weekend. You’ll be too hooked. Even if you ask me to unlock you and you get to use your cock again, you’ll never be the same. You’ll have experienced sex in a whole new way, and there will be no going back.” “Fuck,” Jake whimpered again. His eyes looking up at Sir with desperate desire. “Is that what you want boy? Do you want me to turn you into a real slut?” “Yes Sir!” “Say it. Tell me what you want boy. Say it!” “I want you to turn me into a fucking slut Sir. I want you to make me a faggot pig slut! A fucking… oh fuck… oh fuck that feels so good! Fuck! I want you to make me into a fucking faggot, a sub slut, a cumdump!” “Good boy!” There was a shift behind him, then hands gripped his hips and Jake felt something new push against his hole. He knew it instantly. The warm firm but slightly springy flesh of a cock pressed into him. His hole held it back for a moment, his sphincter tying in vein to reassert its exit only nature. Then it slid inside. Jake moaned loudly, his head crashing into the pillow. Several inches of thick meat pushed inside him in one easy stroke. “Good, good boy,” Sir said, getting up onto the bed with them. “That’s it. Take Mike’s cock boy.” Mike put a hand between Jake’s shoulders and forced him down, his ass stuck in the air. “Fuck,” Mike said, his voice low, “this hole is fucking nice. Holy shit. So warm and soft. Fucking hell boy. You were a top? Fuck, what a waste. Holy shit.” He pushed more of his cock into Jake, keeping the boy pinned to the bed. “It feels good doesn’t it boy? It feels good having Mike’s big dick inside you. Well… It’s big for you right now. Right now it’s quite a stretch getting him inside you isn’t it.” “Fuck! Holy shit that’s so good. He feels so big!” “Good boy. Take his cock. Take him inside you. That’s it boy.” “Fuck! Fuck!” “Yeah, taking Mike is a challenge for you now, when I’m done with you though. Fuck. Once you’ve finally had me inside you,” he grabbed his own crotch, shaking his impossible bulge at Jake’s face, “you’ll be able to take Mike without any prep. Just spit on your hole and sit on his big rod.” “Fuck yeah. This hole’s going to be so fucking loose when you’re done. Fuck, but it feels good now.” Mike pushed deeper, and Jake felt his strong hairy thighs against his ass. “That’s it boy. That’s it. You’ve got him inside you now. Is that your first raw cock? Your first time getting fucked by a real man?” “Yes… Fuck! Yes Sir! I always… fuck! I always fuck safe. I’ve always used condoms, even my boyfriend and I use condoms.” “Not any more boy…” “No Sir!” “Just the dream of my big cock was enough to get you to take it raw.” “Fuck yes! Fuck yes Sir! I want your cock so bad and… fuck!” “And what boy?” “It felt… holy shit! Mike you feel so good inside me!” Mike, holding onto Jake’s hips has started to slowly fuck his cock in and out of the boy’s quivering hole. “Keep going boy, what did you feel?” “I felt… It felt so good playing with those toys. I’d never felt anything like that. Opening myself up. I couldn’t stop, every time I got a little more in I felt so accomplished. I wanted more. The first time. That morning, the morning you gave me all those toys, I went home and I immediately tried one of the dildos out. I managed to fuck another load out of myself, through the cage. I felt… I don’t know… it felt different from jerking off but good, it felt so good. I want to feel it again. And I’m so horny, I’m so fucking horny. I know you said the cage would help me focus on my hole, but it’s made me so fucking horny all the time. Not just because I can’t jerk off but because it reminds me that I’m working to taking your cock. I can’t have my cock until I’ve taken yours and that’s turning me on so much!” “Good boy, that’s exactly how it should make you feel. Give into that.” Mike had started picking up the pace, hammering his cock down into Jake’s upturned ass. Jake whimpered under the assault. His hole burned, but it didn’t hurt. It felt euphoric. Something was opening inside him. New pleasure centers were being created inside his brain. How waves of sexual pleasure crashed through him. He felt his cock, forced back into his body by the cage, strain as precum leaked from its tip. His balls were slick, and a trail of precum dripped from them onto the bed below. Jake whimpered, as he looked up at Sir. “Fuck! Sir! He feels so good inside me. Holy Shit! I never thought! Fuck! I never thought getting fucked would feel this good. Oh my God! I can’t wait for your cock Sir! I’ll do anything. Anything! Please. Please make me into a faggot slut cumdump pig worthy of your cock!” “Fuck! I’m gonna fill this boy up! You ready for your first load boy? You ready for your next step towards taking that silicone bull cock?” “Yes! Please! Breed me!” “Fucking slut!” Mike roared and slammed his cock balls deep inside Jake’s shaking body. Jake collapsed forward under Mike’s weight and they lay there in a panting heap. Mike twitched deep inside Jake’s hole spreading a new warmth inside him. Jake was being flooded with his first load. He was being bred. “That’s it,” Sir said, rubbing his hand softly along Jake’s sweaty cheek. “That’s it. Good boy. You’re one step closer to taking my cock.”

I don’t know if it’s an individual or an overlapping category but don’t forget the guys with daddy issues. Honestly I met many young guys but I never thought to group them to your categories. I found rather that they are turned on by my dad body and they wanted to fuck this daddy. However, only a few of them wanted a real dad-son role play. I mean these latter ones told me things like “daddy, do you want your little slutty son to fuck and breed you?” From this, you can already see that I also wouldn’t say no any of them. I would be happier a little of course if this guy would be versatile. I met many versa younger guys with whom I had fantastic flip-flop fuck.

I find this thread a bit funny. For bottoms the obvious answer to having a young stud go after you is YES PLEASE. Who doesn’t want a horny fucker who will cum in you several times? For me personally I’ve had those guys over the years and I still get approached as sporting my body hair and ass is a always a fetish and a big turn on to some guys 😉 I find that those young guys come in 3 flavors: 1) The crazy twink This guy loves to fuck but he’s also a bit clingy and crazy and overall just very unstable. Very hot though usually. To be avoided if possible as you will definitely regret giving them your phone number. 2) The virgin who wants to fuck a slut cumdump This is the guy who might cum after 5 strokes and breed you with a huge load. He’s not that experienced but he makes up for it with his enthusiasm and cum. He can often go another round or he may have a big dick that has made it hard with his peers of same age so he loves how easily he can just fuck you without you complaining. 3) The non-binary guy Now this one is a bit newer for me since I think it’s a bit more of a thing for guys born after the year 2000, but the past few years I’ve had a few of them. They were surprisingly usually amazing fuckers. They either had really big dicks or great energy for fucking or both. I recommend them if you get the chance!

Part 4: I learnt that the second mystery guy from the blindfolded orgy was our flatmate Chris. Apparently it was only organized as a threesome, but while the first guy was fucking me, Nick heard Chris come home and met him at the door to offer him a chance to fuck me. I only found out because a few days later, Chris was complaining to Nick about being horny, he didn't have enough time to find a hook up before work, and didn't feel like just tossing off. I happened to arrive home just at that moment and Nick said to Chris that the cumdump was back, so he should just fuck me again. "What do you mean, again?" I asked Nick said "shh, no questions. Chris is in a hurry and needs to fuck you. Pants down. Now!" I knew never to disobey Nick, so I did as I was told, Chris lined up his cock, and with a bit of spit, he was inside me. He fucked hard and quick. I guess Nick wasn't lying about him being in a hurry. Even with the faster pace, I recognized the feeling and style from when I was blindfolded, and knew that he'd been the second guy to fuck me. The one who I'd sucked while mystery guy 1 loaded me up, and who then added his load to the mix before Nick enjoyed sloppy thirds. Chris grunted and emptied his balls inside me. He finished getting ready for work and was out the door, but not so quickly that he didn't see Nick taking advantaged of me being loaded up and shoving his cock where Chris' had just been. "You know I can't resist a pre-loaded hole" groaned Nick as he sunk balls deep in one thrust, his large tool stretching me even more than Chris had. While fucking me, I asked him if Chris had been the second mystery guy, and that's when Nick confirmed my suspicions. Nick also instructed me to let Chris fuck me whenever, and where ever too. I know technically this was already covered by Nick's rules, but he wanted to make it clear. I tried to find out who mystery guy 1 was, but Nick is very good at keeping secrets and just told me that I didn't need to know, but that I'd probably find out soon enough anyway. After Nick ejaculated deep inside me, I had to quickly get myself ready to meet a couple of friends for dinner and a movie. When I arrived at the restaurant, Patrick and Evan were already there. I guess I was about 10 mins late. Nick doesn't seem to care if I have plans or not. His dick takes priority. Now, Patrick and Evan were nice guys, both of them also friends with Nick, but unlike Nick, neither of them could keep a secret if their lives depended on it. I think both of them need gossip in the same way that the rest of us need oxygen. Nice guys otherwise though. The main difference between them was that Patrick was quite uptight sexually and very very vanilla. And very judgmental of people who didn't fit his strict moral code. Evan, on the other hand, was as promiscuous as they come and loved to tell everyone about his latest exploits. He didn't know the meaning of the word "discreet" and would take great delight in, for example, pointing out a hot daddy with his wife and kids, and telling us that he'd swallowed that guy's load in a city beat just a few days ago. Patrick would often tell him that he was disgusting, but still seemed to lap up every tidbit and file it away in his memory. Anyway, after we'd ordered, Evan was regaling us with his latest stories, including tricking a safe only guy into taking his cock raw. Patrick was horrified, but still wanted more details, and telling Evan that he should use condoms because he could catch anything with his lifestyle. Evan looked across the table at me and said "well, I'm not the only one here who enjoys a bit of raw fun". I must have looked very confused, because I'm very discreet about my hook ups, and I make sure I never tell Evan anything. Patrick wasn't going to let it rest though "What do you mean?". Evan replied "Look across the table. I fucked him bareback and shot my cum inside him". Patrick looked at me and asked "Really? You let Evan bareback you?" I replied "No, Evan's never fucked me. I don't know what he's talking about" Evan went on "Well, maybe you wouldn't know. You were blindfolded at the time and had ear plugs in. I fucked you, then your flatmate came home and he fucked you. Bare too. Then we left, and I know Nick fucked you immediately afterwards. That's 3 loads in one session, if I'm counting correctly" I just looked at him and said "oh fuck. That was you" I could tell that Patrick was outwardly disgusted at me, but I bet under the surface he was living for this kind of situation. I was pissed off at Nick. I know he was allowed to let anyone fuck me, but he knew that Evan wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. And now that Patrick knew, I bet it would only be a matter of time before our entire friendship group knew that I was a slut and cumdump. I don't remember the rest of the conversation, or even the movie, because my mind was churning over what had happened and how I could protect my reputation, or even if it was possible. We left the cinema, and Nick was waiting for us outside. That was a surprise to me, I thought he had other plans. Patrick, his gossip glands in overdrive, asked him straight away if Evan's story was true. Nick put his arm around my shoulder and said "Yes, this is my new sex toy. Basically a fleshlight for me, and for anyone I want to share him with". Patrick asked if that meant we were in a relationship, but Nick corrected him and said that it was just a sex arrangement. Nick then said "Speaking of sex arrangements, I'm horny and I'm going to head to a beat. I came here first because I want to take my sex toy with me to see how many loads I can get inside him". Patrick was, as expected, aghast, and said "You're not serious are you? He could catch something!" Nick - "I really hope so. That'd be hot. Do you want to come and watch or join in?" Patrick looked like Nick had asked him if he wanted to eat cockroaches, and said that it wasn't his scene, and that he needed to go home. Nick looked at Evan and said "What about you, do you want to fuck him again?" Evan said "Fuck yeah, I'm in!"

***Okay, I toyed with a couple of ideas for this next bit. I'll post this one for now, and maybe later a slight variation if it works out the way I like.*** “So you want this fuckin’ AIDS seed?” he asked me. As if he even had to ask?! I had literally just got done fighting him for it. I began to swivel my hips and ride his stiff prick, desperate for another helping. “You’re so fucked up,” he said. “You know you’re going to get infected if you keep this up.” “That’s kind of the point,” I panted. Just as it seemed that he might be getting into it, he clearly had a powerful pang of guilt and he flung me off of him once again. “No! You can’t do this,” he protested, jumping up off of the bed. “I won’t do this to you. You seem like a really nice guy, I can’t be responsible.” “I am responsible!” I retorted. “So am I. I shouldn’t have given in the first time. I was weak, but I need to stay strong -that’s my responsibility ever since diagnosis.” He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me off of the bed, down the hall to the bathroom, where he shoved me into the shower, turned it on, and proceeded to practically rape my ass with the shower douche! “This might not help, but you’ll thank me in the morning,” he growled to me as I struggled against him. I might have had the upper hand when I was sitting on top of him, but standing up I was no match -he’s twice my size! When he was done with rinsing me out he dried me off, threw my clothes at me and dragged me out to the car. I had no idea where he was taking me -this was the strangest hook-up I’ve ever had. Five minutes later he was pulling up to the ER. What the fuck?! “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I moaned. “My buddy works in the ER. He’ll give you some pills to clear you. Come on,” he growled, hopping out of the car and coming around to my side when I didn’t bother to open the door. “If you were going to make me take these, why didn’t you just keep fucking me and let us both enjoy ourselves?” I complained. He seemed stumped. In his panic to take the weight of the toxic world on his shoulders, he didn’t even imagine he could just have fun for a while before getting me all medicated up. After a few minutes pondering, a slight grin pulled at his lips. “Fine, I’ll make you a deal. You go in and get the meds from my buddy, and when I take you home we can fuck again. Nothing to worry about at that point.” “Deal,” I replied confidently, the wheels in my brain already churning. “One more thing-” “What?” he sighed in exasperation. “Do you have a name or should I just call you ‘selfish asshole’?” He laughed. “Selfish asshole? Really?” “Well, that’s what I’ve been calling you in my head, so I just figured-” “Will. My name is Will.” “Fine. Will. I’m Stephen.” We walked into the ER, which was surprisingly quiet for that time of night. I would have figured all kinds of crap went down in the middle of the night. Knifings, shootings, overdoses. A seriously hunky doctor came straight for us, smiling at Will. “Will, what’s up?” “Hey, Josh. I need a little favor,” he said furtively, making a slight nod in my direction. “What’s the problem?” Josh asked. “We got a little carried away earlier and things got a little . . . unsafe,” he told his buddy as diplomatically as possible. “Can you give him that medication you told me about?” Josh smiled at me and said, “Sure, follow me. Will, you can stay here for a few minutes. Won’t take long.” I followed Josh to an exam room and he had me sit on one of those awful cushioned tables with the paper on top of it. And then he stared me down. “So, things got out of hand?” he leered. Subtle, why doesn’t he do the ‘wink, wink, nudge, nudge,’ too? “He came in me without a condom. I don’t see what the big deal is,” I blurted out. The look of surprise on his handsome face was priceless. “Well, you do realize that he has quite a high viral load at this point.” “I’m aware of that,” I told him coolly. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth and he tried to conceal it. He went to a cabinet off to my right to retrieve the medication they’d been discussing. As he reached up to the top shelf, the blue hospital issue shirt he wore under the white doctor coat hiked up and revealed a small biohazard tattoo just above his right hip bone. Interesting. Pills in hand, he turned back to me. I could see that the bulge in his crotch had started to stir and grow, not obscenely, but something had ticked his pulse up a notch. “So, it doesn’t bother you to have unmedicated men breed you?” he asked. I’m not into playing games so I told him boldly, “I love it.” His eyebrows shot up and his smile was huge. As was the bulge, now growing before my very eyes. “Tell you what, I’ll give you some of my own to take home with you as long as you take this in front of me,” he said, waving the packet of meds at me. “Fine,” was all I could say. Despite how brutalized my hole felt after that violent douching, it was twitching in anticipation. So was my dick, which was tenting huge in the front of my pants. I popped the pills in my mouth, turned around and waved my ass at him. I immediately felt his hands on my hips, and then he pulled my pants down to my ankles. “Off,” he ordered, so I lifted first one foot and then the other to shake myself free of my pants. Not about to waste any time, plus in a hospital we couldn’t know if someone would come looking for him, he quickly lined his dick up to my waiting hole. He teased the opening for a couple of seconds, and I could feel that his dick head was nice and fat, and then he shoved forward, driving at least half of his shaft into me. I groaned in my mouth, trying to contain myself so we wouldn’t draw attention to us. He held onto my hips and leaned back, watching his dick slamming in and out of my ravaged hole. Knowing that he was occupied with the view, I took the opportunity to spit the pills out that I’d pretended to swallow. I had held them between a couple of molars so that they wouldn’t dissolve at all in any of my saliva, and in my palm they were still fully in tact. “You guys must have had a good time,” he commented. “Your hole is bleeding.” I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised after that shower scene, but I was. “It is?” “Don’t worry, not a lot. But some streaks on my dick. Don’t matter, it’ll just lube your hole for my dick. And his. I assume he’s going to fuck you again after you leave here.” “That’s the plan,” I told him. “Then it’s a good thing we got you squared away now so you can settle in and enjoy yourself,” he said, picking up the pace and slamming me hard. “You want it?” “Give it to me,” I hissed. He stifled a low growl in clenched teeth as his balls erupted in my ass, flooding me with toxic seed. I was in heaven and I never wanted that feeling to end. But as with all good things . . . We straightened up, set our clothes properly, and exited the room as professionally as possible, no one the wiser as to what had just happened in the examination room. Josh walked me out to the waiting room and Will. They shook hands, smiled, and made a couple of minutes of small talk. “He’s all set,” Josh told him. “Have at it. Free pass tonight,” he told him slyly, turning to leave, but stopping to say his good-bye to me. “Thanks, doc. I really appreciate your bedside manner,” I said, unable to control my grin. We shook hands and then I turned to follow Will out, turning to see Josh staring at the pills I had slipped into his hand. He shook his head at me, but the smile on his face told me he wasn’t pissed, and the tent in his pants made his real feelings perfectly clear. He gave me a wink, and then pulled his white lab coat closed to conceal his hard-on, and then turned and left. Back in the car, Will looked over at me for a moment, then leaned across and planted a kiss on me that went all the way down to my toes. “See, it wasn’t so bad. Now we’ve got all night to enjoy and not worry.” If only he knew . . .

Basically clocks as very androgynous, maybe wearing a bit of makeup. Obviously they will also be bottoms but my experience shows there are also plenty of the NB tops. I mean TBH those labels don’t really mean much to me but live and let live and all that, if you define yourself as genderfluid but you’re a dom top in bed I’m all for it lol. And I did find it surprisingly hot to have some super fem guy come at me kiss me very gently then as the clothes come off there is a big tool that destroys my ass and leaves it dripping.

Yes please!

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

After cumunion that night I went to the bar. I was dressed in jeans, my pup mask, leather boots, and a jacket. Thought about dressing a little slutty but the weather. I had my new underwear on underneath. I got there and not too much going on. I saw a cute latino bear in the dark room jerk his cock watching men get fucked so I had a feeling he was a top. I went back to the dark room later and ran into a very cute man with a thin beard. He looked at me through the pup mask and we felt each other and both approved. I kissed him with the pup mask on but he seemed very passionate so I took it off and clipped it. He was a great kisser and he called me a good pup. I sucked him and he sucked me. I fucked him for a bit too. I was feeling horny with the precum in my hole. I bent over and he started fucking me. The latino bear was watching us and was right next to us. I started sucking his cock and he the latino bear approved and seemed to like me sucking him. He pulled me off his cock and the guy fucking me pulled out. I bent over against the wall and the latino bear was fucking me. Fuck his cock felt nice. He was a bit more agressive too which I love. He fucked me for a good bit and pulled out. There was a stocky bearded guy who I saw standing around earlier. I was sucking the lightly bearded guy who initiated all of this and the socky bearded man came over with his cock out. I started sucking his cock. Barely sucking his cock he pulled me off him. I thought he changed his mind. Instead he turned me around and I arched my back and bent over the wall again. He shoved his dick in me and started fucking me. Fuck his cock felt so damn good. He kept fucking me hard and fast and I took a good hit of my poppers opening my hole up for him. I heard him start to grunt and groan after a while and shout. He shot a huge load in me. He pulled out afterwards and slapped my ass and walked away. I think a few other guys had a go at my ass not sure. But I stayed around the latino bear and the lightly bearded guy. A bottom came over later and offered me some lube. The lightly bearded guy had a nice uncut cock and fuck the lube really helped. Could really feel him in me deeper and he was hitting a certain spot causing me to moan. We both decided we need a break and we got a drink. I found out he was very much into pups and was looking for a pup to get in trouble with. He said he found it hot when I was sucking the guys and they were fucking and breeding me. He was passionate and affectionate we fooled around a bit outside. We decided to go back inside. We went to the couch cushion area this time because a spot was free. He started fucking me on the couch cushion and damn the angle and comfort was way better. Could really focus on loosening or tighting my hole to please him. After a while he sat down and the latino bear was there. I alternated sucking them both and then sitting on their cocks and riding them. It was fucking hot switching between to different cocks to ride on. I got back on the couch bench and the latino bear fucked me some more. The lightly bearded guy was against it too and he ws getting fucked by someone else. That was so fucking hot to see him get fucked. We both were bent over and I don't know how many different guys fucked and bred us. At one point I looked back but then decided it didn't matter. There were several differen't guys that were fucking me and I took several hits of poppers and different cocks left and entered my hole. No idea how many guys actually bred me. After a while I played with the lightly bearded guy again and we played with the latino bear he seemed to like both of us. We had fun making out, sucking each other, and him fucking us. I asked the lightly bearded guy where he wanted my load. He wanted it on his face. So I jacked off on his face and shot a load on his face, mouth, and tongue. He immedietely stood up and kissed me after after his cummy face got on my face and beard and we kissed and made out sharing the load. It was fucking hot. I asked if he wanted to cum but he said he was good. We got another drink after and both figured we were done for the evening. We decided we'd see each other again too. When I got home I realized there was so many loads in my ass. The loads were coming out when I got back and the next morning and afternoon too. I know the bearded burly bear at the event got lots of precum in me but those were loads. This felt like the first time in years that I was being a cum dump hole just for any man in an open and public place. This is a way different feeling then going to the baths and having multiple guy come to my room and breed me. But as I expected all along. I really do seem to need someone who encourages me. Whether it's a. Sir, Dom, Bottom, or verse guy. He encouraged and said it was hot and sexy watching me suck random guys and take their cock and loads. At least for the moment that's what I need. And one more bonus. The day after this I met at out of town bear at his hotel. He wanted to get fucked. I am always the boy/pup with a big dick to fuck and breed horny Daddies and Bears that don't get dicked enough or at all and happy with my role. He was very agressive and verbal and piggy lick and he encouraged my pup side. It was fun kissing and licking his pits, nipples, and body. I sucked him and played with his hole. He was as tight as he said man said he hadn't been fucked in over a year I can believe it. And again the number of times I've fucked Daddies and Bears lately who haven't been fucked in almost a year is kinda crazy. My dick was hard and wet my saliva. I got him nice and relaxed and eased my cock in. Once I was fully in him he was encouraging me to fuck him harder and he seemed like when I barked, gruffed, and growled and said he loved an agressive pup. He wanted me to fuck and breed him badly so I bred him quicker then I normally would. I should a huge load in him and he jacked off afterwards and shot a huge load on his belly. He thanked me after and we said goodbye. He sent me a message after saying I'm very much hotter then my pictures and he'll hit me up again next time he's in town and he loved me fucking him. Another happy top/verse top that needed dick. Pup loves fulfilling the needs of men who don't get what they need.

Jake’s legs shook as he squatted down over the dildo. He watched himself in the mirror lowering himself onto the fat plastic shaft. Even as he stretched himself, working down towards its base he knew it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t big enough. He’d need more if he ever hoped to take Sir’s cock. Sir’s cock, Jake’s mind wandered. He thought back to the night he’d met the new object of his desires. Two weeks prior, his boyfriend had been out of town, and he’d gone out dancing with a few friends. At first, they’d just gone to the same bar they always went to, full of younger guys who looked mostly just like them. They’d drank and dance, Jake not really paying attention to the guys around him. Even though he and his boyfriend were technically open he hadn’t felt like hooking up. He’d sent his boyfriend Chris off to the airport by fucking him against the front door of his Chris’s apartment. Jake considered himself set for sex until Chris came back in a week. By the time it was midnight most of Jake’s friends had gone home and he found himself dancing with a much smaller group. He didn’t remember who suggested they go to another bar, but half an hour later they’d checked their coats and were waiting to buy drinks at the leather bar a few blocks away. It wasn’t really Jake’s scene. The guys were usually a little older here, and apart from fucking like rabbits he and Chris were fairly vanilla. Still Jake was happy to support his friends and then head home to jerk off thinking of Chris. It hadn’t taken long for first one friend and then another to find someone to hook up with. The cute mid-twenties jocks had been scooped up and whisked away. It took a moment for Jake to realize he was alone. He looked around the dance floor for his friends, but they had gone. Each one slipped off to their own night of fun. He shook his head and laughed, good for them. He tipped back his drink, tossed his cup and started to head for the door. That was when he’d run into him, the man he now called Sir. Over six feet, and built like a linebacker he made Jake feel small. He had a shaved head, and short cropped salt and pepper beard along his square jaw. His eyes glinted as he looked down at the younger jock who’d just bounced off of him. Jake found himself unable to speak. Sir was shirtless, with a thick black leather harness across his broad hair covered chests. His nipples are large and protruded from his firm pecs. The hair swirled from his chest across his slightly soft stomach down into his black leather pants. Jake couldn’t help but look at the man’s bulge it seemed impossibly huge. Normally Jake wouldn’t have gone for this man. He liked twinks, or at least that was what he had always told himself. He’d never really thought about a man like this before. Yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of him. Jake felt drawn to the massive stranger in a way he couldn’t explain. “Hey careful now,” Sir said, steadying Jake with a large hand on his shoulder. “You should probably watch where you’re going.” He chided Jake with a quite smile. “I’m…” Jake stammered, “I’m so sorry… I’m just… I’m… sorry.” “Don’t worry about it. It’s packed. I’m sure lots of people are bouncing off each other. Though most of them aren’t as cute as you.” Now he gave Jake a full smile that made him feel weak. “Come on cutie, I’ll buy you a drink.” Jake couldn’t find the words to tell the man he had been about to head home. Instead he just nodded and followed the burly man back through the crowd to the bar. He accepted a vodka soda from the man, and then followed him to a corner just past the dance floor. The man stood very close to him, leaning casually against the wall. “You here alone cutie?” he asked, leaning even closer so Jake could hear him over the music. “No… well… kinda. I was here with friends, but they all…” “Found other entertainment,” Sir finished Jake’s sentence playfully. Jake laughed, “Yeah.” “What about you? No one caught your eye?” “No… It’s… It’s not normally my scene. We were out with a bigger ground, and the last couple of guys wanted to come here. I just tagged along. I was actually heading home when I…” “Oh, well if you were heading out…” Sir said, nodding his head to the door, “I didn’t mean to pressure you into staying.” “No!” Jake said, a little too loud. “It’s um… It’s fine. This is nice. I’m glad.” “Good. You’ve been out dancing all night though and no one snatched you up? Even at a bar… more your speed?” Sir lightly brushed his hand on Jake’s shoulder. Jake felt heat rising in his cheeks. “I wasn’t really looking. I’ve got a… I have a boyfriend. He’s out of town for the month. He’s an actor, he’s got a job in Pheonix. We’re open, but I don’t exercise it much. I was just out to dance, see some friends. You know… just wasn’t really looking.” Jake found himself babbling. “But you two aren’t exclusive?” “No,” Jake said, feeling sheepish under the man’s gaze. “So it’s alright if I do this.” He reached out and cupped Jake’s chin tilting his face upward. Then in a swift movement closed the distance between their faces and kissed Jake lightly on the lips. For a second Jake held back. He hadn’t kissed anyone besides his boyfriend in ages. The man’s lips were warm and firm against his. They pressed forward, and Jake found himself overcome. He parted his lips and sank into the older man’s kiss. Sir felt the boy give way. He pushed his tongue forward, slipping it into Jake’s mouth. He wrapped a strong arm around the younger man’s waist and pulled them together. Jake felt hot. The older man’s scent enveloped him. He found it intoxicating. He was incapable of pulling away. He let Sir’s tongue invade his mouth, conquering him. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Sir’s shoulders and behind his neck. As soon as Sir felt Jake wrap himself around him Sir knew he had the boy. One of his large hands drifted from Jake’s back down to his trim waste. He pulled their hips together, pressing Jake into his impressive bulge. He held there for a minute, not rushing the boy. With his other hand holding Jake tightly between the shoulder blades, he slid his hand off Jake’s waste and round to his ample cheeks. Jake shuddered at his touch. He squeezed the firm flesh through Jake’s jeans. Jake let out a little sigh into their kiss. Slowly Sir pulled back, his lips lingering as he broke their kiss. Jake, his head still tipped up to Sir’s, his wet lips parted, blinked his eyes. Sir smiled down at his new toy. He knew he had Jake hooked. He’d sensed it as soon as their bodies touched. Jake probably didn’t even understand his attraction to Sir, he thought, it was probably the first time he’d ventured out from his pretty jock boy bubble. Still Jake was his for the night to play with. Their lips still almost touching Sir said, his voice low but commanding, “I live a couple of blocks from here. What do you say we go somewhere more private?” Jake could only nod. He felt the big hand that had been pawing at his ass shift to the small of his back and steer him back towards the door. The soft, commanding yet reassuring pressure of that hand never left him even while they collected their coats, and headed out onto the street. It softly propelled him down the block and across the street. They walked, quickly, and in relative quiet. All the while a white hot electricity seemed to crackle between them. It prickled through Jake’s back where Sir’s hand rested. It flowed through him, and made him throb painfully in his briefs. Sir lead him up the steps of a brick town house a few blocks away and unlocked the door. Jake tried not to act shocked as he was led through the entrance and into the first floor. He’d guessed that Sir had money when he’d said that he lived close buy, but to have the entirety of a townhome in this neighborhood meant a different kind of rich. As soon as the door to the vestibule clicked shut behind them Sir’s meaty paw scooped Jake up and pulled him into another bone crushing embrace. His face automatically tipped up to meet Sir’s lips. They tore at each other with an animalistic need. Jake opened his mouth and let Sir’s tongue ravage him. He held tight to the big man as his body was explored by hungry wandering hands. Sir only broke their kiss to drag Jake up the narrow staircase and pull him into a bedroom. They tumbled in a hungry heap on the bed, a mess of limps twisted together. Shirts were pulled off and Jake buried his fingers in the thick mat of hair on Sir’s chest. He felt the solid muscle beneath the pelt. He felt Sir’s hands slide across his back. He felt the hair of Sir’s stomach on his bare torso. He felt the Sir’s wandering fingers play across the waste of his jeans before slipping down. Sir worked his hands between Jake’s pants and his briefs, inching is way closer to the flesh of Jake’s ass. “Fucking beautiful boy,” Sir growled into their kiss. Jake let out an involuntary whimper. “You like being called boy don’t you? Has anyone ever called you boy before?” “No,” Jake said in a breathless whisper, “but I… but I…” “Go on boy. Say it.” “I like it.” “Good boy.” Jake almost moaned. His cock throbbed in his pants. He couldn’t explain it. He didn’t understand how this man, this stranger, was having this effect on him. He was the top in his relationship. He rarely bottomed for Chris. Yet, here in this man’s arms he felt like he wanted to be taken. Even before he understood it in real concrete terms, he knew, he felt, that he wanted to submit to this man. Sir grabbed Jake’s legs and pulled them apart causing Jake to slip. He was now not just on top of Sir but straddling him. His hips naturally grinding back against Sir’s massive bulge. He felt something hard press against him even though both of their pants. “That’s right. Good boy.” Sir pulled at Jake’s nipples making him whimper and moan. “You’re such a good boy. I’m gonna make you feel real good.” He rolled to the side taking Jake with him. Jake suddenly found himself pressed to the bed under Sir’s weight, his legs spread wide around the bigger man’s hips. Sir kissed him again, grinding his short beard into Jake’s smooth face. With one hand Sir held Jake’s wrists up over his head. He tried to pull them back, longing to run his hands through Sir’s chest hair again, but the other man was too strong. He was pinned down. Sir’s other hand traveled down Jake’s trim body, over the patch of hair of his chest that was still expanding to cover his pecs, down his ample treasure trail, to the buttons of his jeans. Deftly, Sir unbuttoned Jake’s pants and shifted them down a little. For a moment Sir broke their kiss, and used both hands to wrench Jake’s pants off. For a moment Jake lay, sprawled on Sir’s bed, exposed in nothing but his straining white briefs, before Sir descended upon him again. Big rough hands held him in place as Sir lapped at his quickly hardening nipples. As Sir moved down his body kissing at Jake’s hot flesh, Sir’s arms extended over Jakes body moving his furry pit closer to Jake’s face. The smell coming from the curling hair swirled over Jake. It seemed to seep into him. It drew him forward. He’d never really been one for musk. He knew some of his friends went to parties all about smelling guys pits, but until this moment it had never done anything for him. It was like everything about this big older man enticed him in ways he didn’t understand. For a moment Jake resisted. Then he lifted his head up and sniffed deeply. His head spun. Breathing in Sir’s scent was like taking a hit of poppers. “You like that don’t you boy? Go on, don’t be shy. Get your nose in there boy.” Sir pressed his chest down and forced Jake’s nose deep into his armpit. Jake had no choice but to breath in hit after his of Sir’s sharp musky scent. His eyes rolled back and closed. He felt his pulse rushing and his mind seemed to go blank. “That’s right boy. Breath it in. Get your tongue out and taste me. Good boy. Good boy.” Sir slipped his other hand down and grabbed Jake’s crotch. He felt the boy’s throbbing cock, and ran his thumb along the shaft. Jake shuddered under his hands. Then Sir felt it, first a timid flick, then a whole hearted lick of Jake’s tongue. “Good boy,” Sir growled. “Get my scent on you. Breath it in. Lick it up. Good boy.” “Fuck,” Jake whimpered, his face still trapped under Sir’s pit. He felt precum leak from his cock wetting the front of his briefs. “That’s different from you boyfriend isn’t it?” “Yes,” Jake panted once Sir finally lifted his arm up. Sir smiled down at Jake. His face was flushed, his lips and chin wet with spit. His mouth hung open just a little, giving him a hungry desperate look. “You like having my scent on you boy? I bet you can still smell me can’t you.” “Yes…” “Yes Sir. Go on. It feels right doesn’t it.” “Yes… Sir.” Jake’s voice trembled. “Good boy. That’s a good boy.” Sir rubbed Jake’s crotch, working another big drop of precum from his cock. “Come on, get on your knees for me boy, I wanna show you what a real man’s cock looks like.” Jake complied. He slid from the bed and landed on his knees looking up at Sir. His face was now level with the massive bulge in Sir’s leather pants and it took everything he had not to reach out and touch it. He was completely enthralled. Sir took a step back, his hands on his belt. Jake’s body burned. His cheeks flushed. He felt his chest shiver. His mouth went dry. Slowly Sir undid his belt, and slipped it from the loops. Then, one button at a time, he undid the fly of his leather pants. Sir pushed his pants to the floor and kicked them off, standing in front of Jake in just a black jock. Jake couldn’t understand what he was looking at. He’d assumed that the size of Sir’s bulge had somehow been exaugurated by his pants, but looking at it straining against the jocks pouch it seemed even thicker. Sir grabbed at the base and shook the cloth covered mass as him. “You’ve never seen a cock like this before have you boy?” “No… No… Sir…” Jake stammers. “Don’t worry boy I’ll teach you how to handle it. You’re not going to take the whole thing tonight. Don’t be scared. I’m going to make you feel good. Come over here and get my cock out. Get your hands on my massive bull cock.” Jake closed the space between them and reached out with shaking hands. He grasped the thickening bulge of Sir’s jock. It was warm and meaty, and bigger than he could grasp. Sir shoved his jock to the ground, exposing his monster to Jake. Jake let out an audible gasp. There, in his hand was the biggest cock he had ever seen. Even in porn he’d never seen anything like this. It was truly bigger than a tall boy of beer. Impossibly thick, with a deep red hue to it, the shaft was studded with veins that spiraled around its girth. The head, half sheathed in heavy foreskin, glittering with precum was wide and blunt. The massive shaft vanished into a mess of dark wild pubes, from which hung a set of large, round, full looking balls, each the size of a heathy peach. “You’ve never had a big gull cock like mine have you boy?” “No Sir.” “No, you’ve never been opened up for a big silicone monster like this. But you want to be. I can see it in your eyes.” Even though Jake knew it was impossible he also knew that Sir was right. He wanted to submit to this man. He wanted this man to take him. He wanted to feel this man fuck him, and that meant being opened up wider than he’d ever imagined possible. “It’s ok boy. I know you’re not ready yet. I brought you home knowing you wouldn’t be able to take me.” He reached out and put a hand on the back of Jake’s head, pulling him forward. “Just kiss it. Get used to having that big daddy bull cock in your face. Im going to teach you how to take it.” Jake allowed himself to be dragged forward towards Sir’s monstrous cock. Almost instinctively he opened his mouth as his lips drew close to the head, and kissed the tip. He tasted the sweet tang of precum. He felt the soft tumescence of throbbing hard cock against his lips. He began to lick around the head. His eyes closed. One hand grasped the base of Sir’s cock, his fingers an inch from making it all the way around. The other hand grabbed at Sir’s hips steadying himself. “Good boy. Good boy. Take it slow. That’s it. You’re not going to take it all at once. Just open yourself up slowly. Taste my precum. Get my taste in you. Good boy. I knew it as soon as I kissed you at the bar. I knew you were the right boy to take home.” Jake opened his mouth as wide as he could taking the head of Sir’s cock into his mouth. It strained his jaw. He struggled to keep his teeth out of the way but Sir’s praise made him desperate. He wanted to prove Sir right. He wanted Sir to be right that he was the right boy to take home. He couldn’t disappoint Sir. Some part of Jake marveled at this, and wondered how the approval of a man he’d met an hour ago had become so important to him. He didn’t really have an answer, it was just true. He longed for Sir’s approval. “Yeah. Good boy. Open your mouth. Take my bull cock. That’s it. Good boy. Fuck yeah! I knew it. I knew you were going to be a good boy.” Jake struggled to take more of Sir’s cock. He was sweating, and his face was turning red. His eyes watered as he looked up at the beast of a man above him. Sir just smiled down on him, keeping a gentle pressure on the back of his head. Thick spit spilled out of Jake’s mouth and dripped from his chin. Sir continued to praise him as he desperately tried to work more than a few inches into his mouth. Eventually, when Jake’s jaw was aching, and he was covered in a heavy sweat, Sir pulled his cock from Jake’s mouth. In one clean move he grabbed Jake under the arms and tossed him face first onto the bed. Jake found himself ass up with the big man behind him. A wild panicked thought ran through his mind: He’s going to try and fuck me! As if reading Jake’s thoughts Sir said, “Don’t worry boy,” his voice a low rumble. “I know you’re not ready for my cock yet. That’s going to take training. Training I think you’re going to take to like a duck to water. No I’m just going to make you feel good. I’m going to show you the kind of pleasure being my boy will bring you.” Big strong hands grabbed the sweat of Jake’s briefs and pulled. The fabric split easily, exposing Jake’s furry cheeks and winking hole, while leaving his cock covered and leaking. Sir let out a low appreciative growl, “Fucking beautiful. Tight little hole.” He flicked a finger across Jake’s pucker causing him to whimper. “When did you last get fucked boy?” “It’s been a long time Sir,” Jake said truthfully into the pillow. He tossed his mind back, longer than he and Chris had been together. Chris had always been a bottom and he’d slipped happily into the role of top. Not that he’d been a prolific bottom before Chris. It had always been a mood that only struck him occasionally. “Is my boy a top?” Sir asked, a laugh coloring his voice. “With my boyfriend yes. I’ve gotten fucked before but not for a long…” Jake was cut off by the feeling of a warm wet tongue lapping at his hole. He moaned and pressed back against Sir’s mouth. Sir flicked his tongue around, working over the tender flesh around Jake’s hole. This was even better than he’d imagined. With how quickly Jake had sunk into him he’d assumed that Jake was used to at least bottoming if not having already experimented with submission. Now it seemed neither of those things were true. He was truly awakening something in the boy. He wondered just how far he was going to be able to push him. Sir pressed his tongue harder and harder into Jake’s pucker. Jake whimpered. He gripped the sheets, and pushed his ass back against the onslaught. Waves of pleasure crashed through him the likes of which he’d never known. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. He’d had his ass eaten before but never like this. Sir was managing to touch places he hadn’t known existed. He felt like he was on fire. The thought came creeping into his mind again, even though he knew it was physically impossible he wanted to feel Sir inside him. He wanted Sir to fuck him. He bucked his hips back harder. “Oh fuck! Oh my God! Oh fuck Sir!” Jake moaned. “That’s right boy!” Sir said, pulling off of Jake’s hole for a moment. “Feels good doesn’t it?” “Oh fuck yes! It feels so good Sir!” Sir rubbed a big finger against Jake’s wet hole. Jake quivered beneath him. There was a moment of tension. Sir dropped a big glob of spit onto Jake’s hole, lubing his finger. Then the tension vanished. Jake opened up before him and his finger slid into Jake’s warm guts. “FUCK!” Jake shouted. “Good boy,” Sir said, rubbing Jake’s back with his free hand. “Open up for me. Let me show you how good it feels to open your hole up for me. Just relax.” He slowly worked his finger in and out of the quivering young man, till it moved without resistance. Jake’s eyes drifted closed as he lost himself in the sensations. He let out another low moan as Sir coaxed a second finger into his tight ring. Slowly Sir worked him again, adding more spit when Jake felt dry. Slowly Jake loosened up. His hole bloomed and it became easier for Sir to slide a third finger into Jake. “Oh my God! Fuck! That’s so good. Fuck yeah!” Jake groaned, his words becoming a constant incoherent jumble. “Good boy. That’s it. You’re doing great boy. Little by little we’ll get this pretty hole ready for me. You’re imagining yourself stretched around my cock right now aren’t you? You’re imagining what it would be like. I bet you think it’s impossible. You cant imagine being able to take this.” He rubbed his cock against Jake’s hole just under his invading fingers. Jake whimpered. “Yeah. You can’t imagine being able to take me, but you want to. You want it. You wish you could.” Sir lent over Jake, pressing his body against the shaking younger man. He got his mouth as close to Jake’s ear as he could without taking his three fingers from Jake’s hole. “I promise you. You will be able to take me. Not tonight. No boy, you’re not getting this cock tonight. But soon. I’m going to teach you.” Sir wiggled his fingers inside Jake. A heat started to build with in him. He couldn’t understand it. A pressure in his crotch. It was almost like he had to pee. It pressed into him. It seemed to swell as Sir’s fingers moved. He felt another being pressed into him. Sir’s hand now shaped like a spear pressing four fingers forward. Four fingers, Jake’s mind spiraled. He’d never been this open before. The pressure built inside him. “I’m going to teach you how to open yourself up and take me. And your reward, your reward will be when you finally feel me cum balls deep inside your stretched out hole.” Jake felt like he was going to burst. His balls felt tight. He didn’t understand what was happening. “That’s what you want isn’t it boy? Say it. Say it!” “Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Sir. I want… I want… Fuck I want you to teach me! Fuck I want to be stretched out! Holy shit. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It feels so good. Sir! I want you to cum in me!” With that Jake’s balls pulled up to his body and cum burst from his throbbing cock. It shot out onto the bed below him his hot ribbon. He panted, his body bucked. He pushed himself back against Sir’s invading digits not understanding how he’d been brought to climax. “Oh my God! Holy shit! Fuck!” he panted as he fell forward into the pool of his own cum. Sir let his fingers slip from Jake’s quivering hole and got up onto the bed behind his new project. He wrapped a big arm around Jake’s shaking body and pulled him close. “That felt good didn’t it boy,” he cooed into Jake’s ear. He wanted Jake to stay in the horny bliss he felt and not succumb to any post nut remorse. He wanted Jake to remember how good it had felt to be stretched around his fingers. “It felt good being opened up didn’t it? It felt good listening to me. You liked hearing about what Im going to do to you when you’re ready. You want they don’t you boy? You like hearing me call you boy.” “Yes,” Jake said, his voice beardly a whisper. Sir rubbed his cock between Jake’s cheeks. “Yes what boy?” “Yes I want you… I want… I want you to teach me how to take your cock. I want…” Jake took a deep breath. His mind still felt hazy from his first anal orgasm. “I want you to… I want you to fuck me Sir. I want to be your boy. I want you to fuck me till you cum deep inside me.” Jake was shocked at his own words but he also knew they were true. “You know its not going to be easy boy?” Sir shifted, his cock now slowly fucking between Jake’s legs. Jake felt the slick of head of Sir’s cock press against his balls. He imagined what it would be like pressing into his guts. He whimpered thinking about how good four fingers had felt, and how much better Sir’s cock would feel. “I know,” he said in a soft voice, “but I want it Sir.” “Its going to take time boy, and dedication. Are you read to do as I say boy?” “Yes Sir.” “Without questioning me boy?” “Yes Sir.” “I promise, I won’t lead you astray. Everything I ask you to do will be in preparation of you finally being able to take my cock. Everything I tell you you must do will be part of you preparing to truly be my boy. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” Jake’s heart was pounding. “The next time I have you like this boy my cock won’t be fucking your taint. I’ll be balls deep inside you. You’ll be stretched wide around my bull cock. You’ll be my willing cumdump.” “Fuck yes Sir!” “Good boy. Fucking good boy. You’re going to be such a good slut for me. Fuck! Such a good fucking slut.” Sir bucked harder between Jake’s legs before letting out a low roar. He held Jake to him as his cock swelled and then unleashed a flood of cum. It shot against the underside of Jake’s balls, and coated his soft cock. It covered his legs and mixed with Jake’s load on the sheets. “Good boy,” Sir said again. “Good boy.”

Great addition! Please continue when you have the time to do so!!!

I think a little subtlety could work best here. Make a half joking comment when he's looking particularly hot (Damn...looking good! If you were into guys I'd do unspeakable things to you hahaha). You don't want to come across as completely serious because if he ISN'T interested, he may mention it to his wife, neighbors, etc. and your rep is shot. This way, you have plausible deniability.

I like wearing a jockstrap when men breed me.

I second that Bull is amazing... even an older guy like me got passed around from cock to cock to cock and I went home smiling with multpiple loads in each end... and then there is the toilets 😈

Hey everyone, sorry it's been a while for the next part! A previous version I posted was flagged by the moderators, and I want to sincerely apologize for that. I'm still getting the hang of the specific rules here, and I messed up. I'm sorry for the error and any trouble it caused. I've spent the time since rewriting this chapter from the ground up to make sure it's compliant with the forum's rules. The good news is that, while I'll be posting part 11 right now, I've also finished writing part 12, so you won't have to wait long for that either. I really hope you enjoy this new version and that it was worth the wait. I always appreciate all the comments and reactions, and I love to hear what you think and feel about the story. Thanks so much for your patience and for sticking with me. Part 11: At the Clinic Buffet - an Understall Gamble He doesn't wait for you to move. With a rough, angry motion, he pulls up his scrubs, shoving his still-hard, cum-slick cock away as if it's something filthy. He turns his back on you, staring at the wall, his shoulders rigid with a fury so deep it has become cold. You scramble for the door, your own erection a painful, shameful pressure against your jeans. You fumble with the handle and stumble out into the sterile, white corridor, leaving him alone with his poison and you alone with your desire. Your body moves on its own, driven by a singular, desperate need to blow the load that the doctor's confession has caused. To avoid anyone seeing the massive bulge in your pants, you make a beeline for the men's restroom. You push the door open and step into the stall in the back, locking it behind you. Your eyes go immediately to the wall, to the biohazard symbol you defiled with your "still neg" failure just an hour ago. But something is different. Fresh, milky-white cum is slowly dripping down the tile from the center of the symbol. A thick, pearly drop hangs from the lower point of the symbol, poised to fall. Someone else was here. Someone else marked the symbol as their own. A wave of horniness, more potent than anything you've ever felt, crashes over you. All thought is erased. There is no doctor, no clinic, no disappointment. There is only this. This offering. This gift. You press your face close to the divider and lean forward, pressing your tongue flat against the cool tiled divider, slowly licking the fresh, salty cum from the wall. You savor the taste, the texture, the anonymous risk. As you're lost in the taste, you hear a soft rustle from the other stall, then a whispered voice, young and a little cocky. "You hungry, man?" Your heart hammers. „Oh yeah.“ You hear the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling, a zipper, and then the soft thud of jeans falling to ankles. A moment later, the rustle of fabric as someone kneels down close to the divider wall. You quickly sit down on the toilet and bend over, your head almost to the floor, to look under the divider. There's a good foot of space, and the view is perfect. The first thing you see are legs—pale, athletic, and covered in a fine dusting of red hair that glints in the dim light. Your eyes travel up to a crotch, and you see a neatly trimmed, thick red bush and completely smooth, shaved balls. And then a cock comes into view. But why is a kid who looks like this at the clinic? This is the kind of place you come when you're waiting for results. Your heart pounds. Is he here for the bad news, or the good news? Is he shooting blanks, or is he loaded with toxic bullets? That perfect-looking piece of meat could be a freshly minted poz boy, about to get his papers... a beautiful, undeniable Trojan horse, and you're the city he's here to destroy. A wave of arousal hits you so hard you feel dizzy. The word "negative" echoes in your head. Not a rejection. A directive. Work harder. Take every opportunity. Don't question who, just take what's offered. This clinic isn't a place of shame anymore; it's a buffet. "Shove your butt over here..." the voice commands, husky and inviting. He wants an anonymous understall action, nothing more. You pull back, shuck your jeans, and lie on the floor. You lift your legs and slide your ass under the divider. He's on you instantly, hands rough, grabbing your hips and yanking you the rest of the way under the divider until your ass is flush against his side of the wall. He owns you now. He spreads your cheeks open. "Fuck," he breathes. "Nice tight hole." He spits. You feel the wet head of his cock paint your hole, smearing slick precum all over you. "This is how I like it," he grunts, his voice thick with excitement. "Anonymous. Unprotected. No names, no numbers. Just a hole and a cock. The best part? Not knowing. Every time I slide in raw, it's a fucking lottery ticket. I get off on the risk. The possibility that this one fuck could change everything forever... that's the real rush. It's the only thing that's real. So, what you here for?" he grunts, positioning himself. "Check-up," you gasp. "Negative." He laughs, a low, dirty sound. "Shame. That why you're so hungry?" "Fuck yeah." "You want it?" "Please..." "I'm here for my results," he grunts. "Been fucking bareback a lot lately. No condoms, no PrEP, no hole or cock refused. So... who knows what they'll say? Pure risk…" "Doesn't matter," you groan. He lines up and pushes in the tip. Teasing you. „You really want it? No matter what?“ „Just do it.“ „Might be more than you think…“ „Give me all you have.“ „Sure? Could be permanent…“ He pushes a small brown bottle through the gap at the bottom of the divider. It rolls across the grimy tile towards you. You unscrew the bottle, lift it to your nose. Smell the familiar scent. Breath in deep. One, two, three, you hold your breath, your head starts spinning, four, five, six, your vision clouds. Just as you're about to scream, the air stolen from your lungs, „I dont care! Fucking do it!“ he slams his cock into you in one brutal, deep stroke. He lets out a loud, satisfied groan. He doesn't wait. He immediately starts fucking you, a hard, rhythmic pounding, his hips slapping against your ass. His rhythm is a little erratic, driven by pure youthful horniness. "Fuck, your hole," he pants. "Gonna fill you... with my risky cum." "Yeah," you choke out. "Breed me." "Gonna knock you up... take my fucking prize." His words, combined with the knowledge that he's a complete unknown, a ticking time bomb of his own making, send you into a frenzy. Your mind reels, hoping he's carrying the ultimate prize, the gift you've been chasing. You reach down and start stroking your own cock, your fist flying. The reality of it is overwhelming—the dirty floor, the anonymous redhead using you, the filth pouring from his mouth. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna give it to you... now!" He slams into you one last time and buries himself deep. You feel the powerful, rhythmic spasms of his young, but not so innocent, cock as he unloads his mysterious cocktail inside you, a thick, warm flood of his anonymous, untested seed filling your ass. The feeling of it is all it takes. Your own cock erupts, spurting cum across your chest and stomach in a massive, shuddering orgasm. He stays inside you for a long moment, panting. His voice, muffled by the tile, floats over to you. "Now... we have to wait." As he slowly pulls out, you feel a trickle of his cum run down your ass crack. You hear him zip up, the sound of his belt buckle, and then his stall door opens and closes. He's gone. You lie there for a moment, panting on the floor, your body half in one stall, half in the other, a student's unknown cum leaking from your hole and your own drying on your chest. You are a mess. A fulfilled, claimed mess. You slowly pull yourself back into your own stall, your muscles aching, and begin the process of putting yourself back together. As you reach for your jeans, a shadow falls over the stall door. You look up. He's standing there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed…

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

Hey guys, I just want to say thank you to everyone who commented. Your reactions, encouragement, and thoughtful words genuinely inspired me to continue. I hope the next part lives up to your expectations. I always appreciate hearing whether you liked it… 😊 Part 10: The STD Clinic's 'Good News' and a Doctor's Toxic Confession The days after the hotel with Mark are a slow-motion torture of hope and disappointment. You don't feel changed. You don't feel converted. You expected something—a profound shift, a physical marker, the "fuck flu" you'd read about in hushed, excited tones online. You monitor yourself meticulously, a daily ritual of self-betrayal. You take your temperature in the morning, check your lymph nodes in the mirror, searching for the slightest sign of swelling, the faintest flush of fever. Nothing. Each day that passes with your body maddeningly normal is another spike of crushing disappointment. The reality is that conversion is silent, invisible, and utterly indifferent to your desperate, pathetic need for proof. You scour the forums again, this time not for thrills, but for reassurance. "It can take weeks," one post says. "Some people never get the flu," another offers, a cold comfort that feels more like a curse. The waiting becomes a form of purgatory. The intimate, ritualistic act with Mark, which was supposed to be the culmination, now feels like it might have been just another hollow fantasy. Eventually, you can't stand it anymore. It has been more than a month since the hotel breeding session with Mark. The uncertainty is worse than any negative result. You have to know. You drive back to the STD clinic, a place that now feels less like a source of shame and more like the only confessional that can offer you absolution or damnation. In the waiting room, you're a different man from the one who sat here before. You're not here to prevent a possibility; you're here to confirm a prayer. You pray you don't get the young doctor. You don’t want to be lectured by a boy who could easily be your son. You want a stranger, someone neutral, a detached clinician who will just draw your blood and read the results. But of course, it's him. Your name is called. You follow him down the same stark white corridor, and he gestures you into the same small, windowless office. "Back for your check-up, I assume," he says, not looking up from the file. "Your PEP pills empty?" "Yeah," you lie, the word feeling like sandpaper in your throat. "Bottle's empty." He nods, satisfied. "Good. We'll do a rapid test today for some immediate peace of mind, and send the full serology to the lab. The results will not be definitive, but this should give us a strong indicator." He prepares the blood draw, his movements practiced and cold. He fills a vial, then uses a small dropper to place a drop of your blood onto a small plastic cassette. "Alright," he says, setting a timer. "Fifteen minutes. We'll call you back in." You walk out of the office and back into the waiting room and sit. Your bladder stirs, a dull, insistent pressure from the water you drank while waiting. You need to piss. You scan the waiting room, a purgatory of shared secrets. A young guy, maybe twenty, sits with his knees pressed together, chewing his fingernails, his face a mask of pure terror. You peg him as a scare, probably a broken condom. He's praying for a negative. Across from him, a burly, tattooed man in a dirty tank top scrolls on his phone, looking bored. He's here for his routine check-up, you think. He already has his answer. In the corner, a handsome man in a suit that costs more than your car stares at a fixed point on the wall, his jaw tight. He's the classic closet case, probably here every three months after a lunch-break hookup at the club downtown. He's praying his wife doesn't find the clinic number on his phone bill. Each of them is a story, a potential carrier, a fellow traveler. You look at the burly, tattooed man and imagine him breeding the scared kid with a poz load that would make the boy's terror turn to tears of joy. You picture the man in the suit on his knees in a back alley, worshipping the anonymous, toxic cock of a stranger he'll never see again. You wonder which of them holds the gift you so desperately crave, which one would be merciful enough to share it. You think of your husband, at work right now, probably oblivious. He has no idea you're here. He has no idea you know about his own bugchasing activities at the local cruising grounds. The need to piss becomes too much. You get up and walk to the men's restroom. Inside, the air is thick with the sterile smell of disinfectant trying and failing to mask the underlying odor of piss and anxiety. You step into the stall at the back, unzip, and let go, the stream a welcome relief. As you stand there, your eyes drift to the graffiti on the tiled wall dividing the stalls. Amid the crude drawings and phone numbers for cheap lays, one symbol stands out, freshly scratched and aggressive: a biohazard symbol. Below it, a mobile phone number is etched into the grout. You stare at it, your mind momentarily forgetting the test, the doctor, everything. It feels like a sign, a secret invitation left just for you. You finish, shake off, and zip up. You wash your hands, catching your own reflection in the mirror—pale, anxious, and desperate. You return to the waiting room and finally take a seat. The minutes crawl by. Fifteen minutes pass. The nurse hasn't called your name. Twenty. Thirty. The longer you wait, the more your anxiety begins to curdle and twist. The initial fear of a positive result slowly morphs into a sick, excited certainty. They're keeping you this long because the test was positive. The doctor is preparing, maybe even calling in a counselor. This is it. The good news. You're not scared anymore. You're practically vibrating with anticipation, a prayer of thanks on your lips for the gift you're about to receive. Finally, after thirty-seven agonizing minutes, your name is called. When the nurse calls your name again, you follow her back to the same office. The doctor is holding the test cassette, a single, stark line visible in the results window. "Negative," he says, his voice flat, professional, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips. He's happy to give you the "good" news. "The rapid test is negative. As expected. The full panel will confirm, but you can breathe easy." The word hits you like a physical blow. Negative. All that hope, all that sick excitement, curdles into a vast, crushing disappointment. You feel the blood drain from your face. He looks at you, expecting to see a wave of relief wash over your face. He expects gratitude. He sees nothing. You feel nothing but a hollow, crushing void. Your expression is a blank wall. He frowns slightly, leaning forward. "You're not relieved," he says. It's not a question. "Why aren't you relieved? Did you want it to be positive?" His directness is a slap. You can't answer. You just stare at the desk. "Look at me," he says, his voice losing its clinical softness, gaining an edge. "You came back here. You were praying for a positive result, weren't you? That's why you're not relieved. Tell me about the fantasy. Is it the risk? The [banned word]? Do you get off on the idea of being sick? Help me understand what makes a man throw away a life-saving medication." "Answer me," he presses, his voice gaining an edge. "Did you take the PEP? You told me the bottle was empty." "I flushed them," you confess, the words barely a whisper. "I flushed them down the toilet the day I got home." The silence that follows is absolute and terrifying. When he finally moves, it's with a sudden, violent energy. He shoves his chair back, the legs scraping against the floor with a screech. He stands, pacing the small space like a caged animal. Even in his rage, he's magnificent. The anger flushes his chest, making the thin fabric of his scrubs cling to his sculpted torso. His power is palpable, a raw, dominant energy that makes your own cock ache with need. "You flushed them?" he roars. "I gave you a get-out-of-jail-free card! A goddamn miracle of modern medicine, and you flushed it? Are you insane? Do you have any idea what you've done? You think this is some hot fantasy? You think living with this is a fucking turn-on?" He stops pacing, right in front of you, his hands gripping the edge of his desk, leaning into your space. This is it—the exact same position he was in when he lectured you before, but this time the air is thick with his personal rage. "You have no fucking clue," he spits, his voice cracking with a pain so raw it's almost unbearable. "You think I stand here and lecture you from some ivory tower of health? I'm poz. I'm fucking toxic." The word hangs in the air between you, a bomb detonating in the small room. Your eyes widen. "My partner," he continues, his voice cracking. "He fucked around behind my back. Constantly. Unprotected. Never getting tested, bringing home every bug he could find. He didn't care. He got infected, didn't know. Gave it to me. The man I loved. He's gone. And I'm left with this. This life sentence." He taps his chest, a sharp, angry gesture. "And the meds? The insomnia, the anxiety, the cognitive fog... I can't think straight. The nausea and abdominal cramps are so bad I can't keep food down for days. So I stop. I've been off meds for over two years, just monitoring my CD4. Will only go back on meds if absolutely necessary. I’m so toxic at the moment, I’m frightened of myself." Your cock, which had wilted with the negative result, is now rock-hard, straining against your jeans. You want to fuck the pain right out of him, to breed him with your own negative seed and feel his toxic body accept it. You want him to fuck the fear into you, to make you feel what he feels. He's breathing heavily, his chest heaving. In his rage, he's stepped even closer. His scrub pants are right in front of your face. You can't help it. Your eyes drop. You can see the distinct, heavy outline of his cock, his balls. Full of the bugs. He sees it. He follows your gaze down and then back up to your face. The rage in his eyes curdles into something else. A cold, profound disgust. "You're staring!" he accuses, his voice a low, dangerous hiss. "You're staring at my crotch." Before you can react, he moves. His hand shoots out and grabs your wrist. His grip is iron. He pulls your hand forward and slams it palm-down against his crotch, forcing you to cup his massive, rigid bulge through the thin fabric. You feel the heat of him, the solid weight of his cock and balls. And you feel something else—cold, hard metal. A thick, heavy ring encircling the base of his rigid cock making it feel even thicker and more potent. It makes his bulge even more prominent, a clear, undeniable sign that he is a top, his cock perpetually primed to blow his toxic load anytime he chooses. He feels your desperate, pathetic gratitude in the way your hand trembles against him. He sees the pure, unadulterated longing in your eyes. And something in him snaps. "You want this?" he snarls, his face inches from yours. "Yes, they are full of bugs," his voice a venomous whisper. "My VL came back only yesterday over 800,000. You want this? This is not an offer; it's a challenge." In a single, violent motion, he yanks you up from the chair. He spins you around and shoves you face-first against the wall, the impact knocking the wind out of you. His hands are rough, tearing at your jeans, wrenching them and your underwear down to your knees. You hear the tear of his scrubs, the snap of elastic, and then you feel it—the thick, flared head of his cock, burning hot against your bare ass. "This is what you're asking for," he growls, and then he pushes into you in one long, brutal stroke. A strangled cry escapes your lips. It's pain and it's ecstasy, a fulfillment so sudden and overwhelming it whites out your vision. He doesn't wait for you to adjust. He fucks you with two, three deep, punishing strokes, his hips slamming against your ass, his body a furnace of rage behind you. And then, as suddenly as he entered, he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and gaping. You hear a guttural groan and feel the wet heat of his cum splashing across your ass cheeks, a thick, coating of his toxic seed marking you from the outside. He's panting behind you, the sound ragged and broken. "You don't deserve my gift yet," he hisses, his voice raw. "You don't yet know what you are asking for." He shoves you hard, propelling you forward. "Get out," he whispers, his voice dangerously quiet. "Get the fuck out of my office!"

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The next few weeks were horrible for me. I drank a lot more. Snorted an obscene amount of Coke, barely shaved and was going days not leaving my apartment. My boss noticed a change in my behaviour and, having recently learnt that my wife had left, he encouraged me to take long service leave. I was fucked up, but the one thing that I always remained focused on was the footy game. It was early season, and we had already won the first two rounds. There was no fucking about. We were in fine form last season, but lost the grand finale. Not this year. I was on the boy’s back at every moment. Training was abusive, I pushed them to the extreme, and when I saw one of them falling behind, I was given a god spray. Particularly, the team captain, a young fit lad, a league ahead of the rest; however, I notice a slight shift in him. Coming to the training a little late, not performing at his peak. In this one particular training session, I noticed him fumbling with the ball too many times. I tried to be a bit tougher on him. Locker rooms were the norm. The lads would be larrikins, occasionally whacking a team mate on the arse with a towel. A bit of name-calling, like homo, or fag, and playing pranks on each other. The usual boy locker room shit. The boys had gotten changed and left, and I went to do my usual wank in the shower. I stripped, threw a towel over my shoulder, and didn’t bother wrapping it around my waist, knowing I was on my own and headed for the showers. Only this time, when I walked over, I found the team captain crouched down against the tiled wall, water spraying over his toned, muscular body, head between his knees, crying. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. I stood there for a moment, admiring the light bouncing off his pale, wet skin, highlighting every tone and curve of his fit body. I quickly shook my head, reminding myself to stop having gay thoughts. The lad is clearly distressed. ‘Scout. You ok?’ He quickly lifted his head. Bloodshot eyes looked straight at me. I sensed for a moment he had forgotten where he was. He swiftly pushed himself off the shower floor, trying to hide his rather long cock. I shook my head again to stop myself from staring. He grabbed his towel from the rack and hurriedly wrapped it around his waist. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Oh, um. Yes, coach.’ ‘You’re crying.’ ‘No, no. I’m good.’ I walked up to him. I started to wonder if I was pushing him too hard on the footy field. ‘Scout. Seriously, mate. You can have a chinwag with me. Was I pushin' you too hard out there on the field tonight?’ ‘Nah, all good, coach… I’m gonna go get changed now.’ He headed off, but hesitated for a moment. That night, sleep eluded me. My thoughts kept returning to Scout. The boy was clearly troubled, and I couldn't help but dwell on the possible reasons behind his distress. My mind then subtly shifted to thoughts of his physique—his body’s compelling outline. I fought to dismiss the images, yet my concern for him remained, craving to comfort him, to reassure him that all would be well. I’ve always held a soft spot for Scout, having appointed him captain of the team, seeing him as a beacon for the others. A promising future seemed to lie ahead for him, and I was determined to support him in every way. Perhaps that was also why I was a little harder on him than on the others. Suddenly, my thoughts drifted to the smooth, well-shaped curve of his arse, the gentle dimples catching the faint light on each cheek. This time, I didn’t push the thought away. I let the thought roll around in my head, slow and dangerous. My cock answered before I did, stiff and insistent. I wrapped my hand around it and started to jerk it, caught in the image of him like a snag on a barbie you can’t stop thinking about. His long cock hung heavy between his legs, framed by soft, sandy-blonde pubes, still damp, curling up towards his belly button as they belong there. His abs told a story of years of punishment and discipline; his nipples were hard against a chest carved sharp and sure. I couldn’t hold back. I pumped myself harder, chasing that familiar edge, body tightening, breath shallow. Then it hit, everything draining out of me in thick, relentless squirts, my cock emptying itself without mercy. Cum splattered the sheets, one pulse after another, until they were soaked through. I sleep naked, always have. That night, I didn’t bother with clean-up and shame. I stayed there, spent and sticky, cocooned in the mess, and let sleep take me as I was. The next coaching session was like clockwork. Hard, brutal, no shortcuts. I drove the lads to the edge, then nudged them past it. Pushed the boys to their limit. We had a final to win, and I wasn’t about to let it piss away because someone went soft. Scout was off his game, still not firing at full throttle. I eased up on him a tough, pretended it was tactical, not instinctive. Took every scrap of discipline I had not to let my head wander where it didn’t belong. Something in me was shifting, and I didn’t like it. I’m not a fag. I’m into women. So why was my mind suddenly rerouting itself? Throwing images I hadn’t ordered? I tried to wrestle control back by thinking of the fact that I let men fuck my wife, filling her up with their cum. Her arse tight. Her mouth open. Cum spilling where it shouldn’t. Even that felt off, like my brain was testing boundaries just to see which ones would crack. Then a hand landed on my shoulder. I jumped like I had been shot. ‘Evening, Coach.’ It was Scout’s old man. ‘Fuck – Jesus Christ.’ I snapped. ‘Nearly gave me a heart attack.’ He laughed ‘Sorry mate. You looked miles away. I thought I’d better announce myself. How’s the training session?’ Just another night on the field. Same drills. Same pressure. Same secrets sitting heavy under the surface, waiting for their moment to break through. I was still a little startled. My mind was thinking about sloppy cunts and wet cocks. My cock was pressing against my gym shorts. I had no doubt he could see it. I quickly shook the thoughts away and focused on Scout’s dad. I had to break the silence. ‘Good. The boys are ready to take the win. Your son, though. Something is up there.’ ‘Yeah. Well. That’s why I am here.’ Fuck! Did Scout tell his dad about what happened in the showers? I wondered. ‘He mentioned you’ve been giving him a bit more stick than usual.’ ‘Yeah, fair enough. Sorry, mate. I’m just keen to score the win.’ ‘No worries. He’s on the same page. But he’s going through a rough patch, I reckon. Not sure what’s up—maybe an identity thing, I suppose.’ ‘Righto. Makes sense, I guess. Pressure’s heaps—last year at school, gotta come out on top, thinking about the future.’ ‘And the girls, too,’ I laughed. ‘Oh yeah. Girls. The biggest young man problem of them all.’ ‘Haha. Yeah. Tell me about it. Scout just broke up with his girlfriend.’ ‘I didn’t know he had one.’ ‘Yeah. He did. And he called it off. But I think it has messed with him.’ I turned to watch the boys as they did their pass-and-dodge circuit. The balls slipped through Scout’s hands, but he quickly recovered and hand-balled them to the next lad. ‘Anyway, I just wanted to see if you’re keen to come over to ours tonight. We can have a chat, talk it through, and come up with some solid ways to support Scout.’ I thought about it for a while. It wasn’t like I had much to do. I was going to rack up some lines, chuck music on and drink a few scotches, watch gangbanging porn until passing out on the couch. The usual midweek evening I would have. ‘Yeah. Sure. Why not.’ The night settled in easily, warm and smoky. Scout’s dad fired up the barbie, the smell of meat and char drifting through the yard like a promise. Scout himself vanished upstairs early, holed up in his room, while his dad, his wife, and I parked ourselves around the fire pit with beers in hand. The flames did most of the talking at first. We chatted about Scout, how he was going, what he needed to sharpen up, then the spotlight drifted onto me. My footy days. The rise, the fall, the bit everyone pretended not to be curious about. By then, I was a few beers past cautious and sliding comfortably into honest. Maybe too honest. They learned a little when I spoke, eyes bright in that way that says go on. I did. The night dragged on. Quiet crept in. I clocked the house and noticed Scout’s bedroom light was out; he must’ve gone to bed. Just us and the fire now, embers popping, bottles clinking. While I was mid-story, Scout’s dad’s wife shifted and settled herself onto his lap, casual as anything. His arm wrapped around her, missing a beat as he kept talking, telling me about his work with the federal police, voice steady, authoritative. The flames danced. The beer buzzed. Something about the closeness, the ease of it, made the air feel thicker. I listened, nodded along, but part of me was elsewhere, watching, registering, filing things away I didn’t quite know what to do with yet. ‘You must see some proper cooked stuff in your line of work.’ He gave a short laugh, took a pull from his beer. ‘You’ve got no idea.’ As he spoke, his hand slipped to the small of his wife’s back. Familiar, proprietary. Too familiar. I clocked it, pretended I didn’t. He kept talking, Global crime syndicate, long nights, things you don’t write down, but my attention was snagged on the way her breath changed, the way she leaned back into him like it was muscle memory. His hand was deep in there. If I didn’t know any better, he was fingering her. Then she looked straight at me. ‘Does this make you uncomfortable?’ She asked lightly. I nearly choke on my drink. ‘Sorry – what?’ She smiled. Not apologetic. Curious. ‘Do you like watching my husband finger me?’ Before I could scramble for a response, he cut in, calm as anything. ‘We know your history. We’re not exactly the beige curtains, white picket fence types.’ We sat and chatted a little more about Scout and football, while Scout’s father fingered his wife while she sat on his lap. I was getting aroused and had to adjust my hard-on a few times. I tried to be subtle, but as the chat went on, I made it obvious my cock was throbbing. The flames in the charcoal turned to a simmer, and the night started to get cold. Scout’s mother made an excuse about needing to wash some dishes and made her way inside. Eventually, she stood. ‘I might head inside, dishes won’t do themselves.’ He nodded. Then looked at me, ‘Scotch?’ Inside the house, it felt quieter. Thicker. He disappeared toward the kitchen. I sat on the couch. She reappeared naked except for a pair of heels, as if this had already been decided. ‘We’re all adults.’ She said softly. ‘Scout’s asleep. Or busy. Either way, this isn’t about him.’ She stepped closer, between my knees, close enough that I had to look up at her. She grabbed my tee and lifted it over my head. ‘Lean back.’ I did, and she grabbed the elastic waistband of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. I wasn’t wearing jocks, my cock flung straight up. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, being careful not to scratch me with her long red nails, then moved her mouth over my cock. She is clearly a pro at sucking cock; she was going deep the moment my cock was in her mouth. I’m not much for oral. I am a pussy guy, but I wasn’t going to complain. She sucked my cock for a while. Making it nice and slick. I was caught up in the moment for a brief moment before I realized her husband could walk in at any time. ‘Are you sure this is ok?’ She stopped sucking my cock, which was now slick with her saliva and looked at me for a second, then stood up and stepped over me. Her slit was barely a metre away from my face. Smooth with a little bit of pube just at the top. She was nice and tucked. I prefer a tucked cunt. I thought she was going to make me eat her out. Which I would have been fine to do, but then she lowered herself on my cock and slid down to the base. ‘Argh! Fuck yeah,’ I moaned. She moved with purpose as she fuck herself on my shaft. I dug my hands into her perky arse, a solid grip, guiding her like I owned the moment. I was getting lost in our fuck. She rode it hard, desperate, every moment sending sparks straight up my spine. Her breathing broke apart, little sounds slipped out that she didn’t bother to stop. She folded forward, pressing her head into my shoulder, clinging to me like I was the only thing holdeing her together. And then the air changed. I felt him before I saw him, heat at my back, a presence that sucked the oxygen out of the room. Scout’s dad stood behind us, naked, unapologetically pulling on his thick, long cock the size of a salami. Eyes locked on mine. There was something feral in the look, something final. He stepped in close. She grasped, body arching instinctively, knowing exactly what was coming and wanted it. He took hold of her hips, rough and certain, pulling her back against his cock. The force of it drove a sound out of her that went straight through me, raw, wrecked, needy. His cock was balls deep inside his wife’s arse. I held her steady as he took over the pace. Her body caught between us, pushed and pulled, completely undone. The room filled with breath and skin and the sound of losing control. I wasn’t thinking anymore. None of us were. She moaned in uncontrollable, animalistic pleasure. Scout had to have heard her. Scout’s dad fucked hard, unforgivingly, with one mission. It was too much for me. I had to stop thrusting to control myself from orgasming, but the feeling of his cock pumping through the walls of her pussy, massaging my cock with every one of his thrusting motions, was all too stimulating for me. ‘I’m gonna cum. Fuck! Yeah, I’m cumming!’ My loud cries echoed off the walls. My cock pulsated as shot after shot of my spunk filled her cunt. Scout’s dad did not stop. Rather, he picked up the pace and fucked harder. ‘I’m about to join you. Fuck yeah. I’m gonna cum in your arse, honey.’ His pumps shorten. ‘Fuckkk!!!! Yeah. Take daddy’s fucking load.’ I could feel his cock through the walls of her cunt pulse as he shot his load in her. It went on for what felt like an eternity. And we held our position for a while longer. Scout’s dad pulled out. I was so turned on, I was still hard, I lifted her off my cock, a trickle of cum dripped over my stomach. She stayed on the couch, bent over. I leaned forward to see her arse poking into the air, dripping with cum simultaneously with her used pussy. They mentioned they knew what I was into, so I didn’t even bother to look at Scout’s dad to get permission, got behind her, my hairy arse sticking in the air, I planted my mouth over her arse hole and started sucking away to eat all of his cum out of her puffy arse. While I sucked and tongued her arse hole, I used my finger to work my cum into her pussy, occasionally going down to it and sucking it like a lollypop. This will be the last part of this story in this chat. You will find the continuation in the Gay Bareback Chem Fiction chat. Let me know what you think and what happens next.

Part 5: We arrived at the beat. In the car on the way, Nick told Evan the story of how we started fucked, and made sure Evan knew that I wasn't on Prep, but that I wasn't allowed to use a condom or refuse a load. Evan thought this was hot. He was on Prep, but fucked around so much that he often tested positive for one or more of the less serious STDs, and it had been almost 3 months since his last test. Nick said that I'd happily take anything that he gave me. I, on the other hand, started worrying about how long it'd take for Evan to tell everyone this latest bit of news. At the beat, a kind of forest or bushland area, lots of trees and privacy, Nick told me to strip off so that I was naked except for my shoes and socks. He put my clothes and phone in his backpack and went back to his car, where he locked my stuff away in his trunk. He led me to a place where guys often fuck and told me to wait there and offer my ass to anyone who came past, and he and Evan went separate ways with the plan to find as many guys as possible and herd them back towards me. I did as I was told, and by the time Nick returned, I had 2 loads of cum in my ass. Nick said I'd been a good boy. Nick had 2 other guys with him and told them that I was tonight's cumdump. Nick looked at one and said "as we discussed, you can go first", and he wasted no time in burying his cock deep inside me. The second guy flopped his dick out in front of my face, and I took the hint and started to suck. The guy in my ass was about average, I think. I didn't really get to focus on it much, but the one in my mouth was long, and had a big set of balls dangling between his legs. It was dark, but I guess he was probably in his 60s or 70s. The man in my ass picked up the pace, and I could tell that he was showing signs of an impending blast, and moments later, that's exactly what happened. He had a forceful blast that I actually felt in my guts, he definitely wasn't a dribbler. Older guy went behind me, and lined his cock up with my hole. Before he pushed in, he looked at Nick and asked "Are you sure this is ok? Is he happy to take my cock without a condom?" Nick said "yeah, of course. In fact, condoms are prohibited from his hole" With that, he applied some pressure. I forced myself to relax, and his cockhead push past my sphincter, followed slowly by the rest of his cock. He fucked slower than the first guy, and after about 10 mins, during which time Evan had returned with another random guy in tow, he asked Nick again if it was cool to cum inside me. Nick told him that I was taking as much cum as possible, and I needed his cum. He kept fucking, and then said "One last chance. I'm about to cum. Should I pull out or shoot my toxic load inside him". Nick - "Push in as deep as you can and breed him" Several deep thrust and loud grunts, with a final balls deep push, and his cock throbbed and released his risky load right where Nick had told him to shoot it. He stayed inside me for what seemed like ages, catching his breath, and, whether he intended to or not, keeping my ass plugged and sealed. When he finally withdrew and left the scene, Evan and his random guy came closer. When the other random guy got close enough to me, I recognized him as the guy who fucked me back when I let another guy make the decision, and whose cum was still inside me when Nick first fucked me. He recognized me too, and said that he had hoped to find me again and get his poz cock back inside my unprotected hole. He asked me who was giving permission tonight, and Nick jumped in and said that he was, and that any poz cock in more than welcome to empty toxic cum inside me. He did exactly that, his cock felt good inside me. He fucked me for a while, edging himself, fucking hard for a bit and then easing off. He explained to Nick and Evan that he wanted to work up a bigger load, and asked if they minded if he fucked for as long as he could. They both agreed that he should do whatever he could to increase the size of his load. They both got their hard cocks out and took turns using my mouth, both wanting to enjoy the situation, but neither wanting to cum in that end. Eventually, the cock in my ass throbbed and throbbed and throbbed while the guy attached to the cock let out something like a mix of a groan, a yell, and a scream, and I was filled up with another load of toxic goo. Nick and Evan exclaimed "Fuck yeah!" almost in unison. After the 4th cock of the evening, my ass was sore and tender. I think I'd had enough cock for the night. I told Nick and Evan that I thought I should stop there. Evan seemed disappointed, as I know he wanted to fuck me. Nick just said "Bullshit. You can stop when I say you can stop" He then asked Evan if he still wanted to fuck me, and Evan said "Of course, my cock needs to blow" and Nick said "Then shove it in, I'm the one who gives permission, not him". Evan was horny and thrust in hard, making me wince. He fucked hard and quick, as if he was worried that Nick would change his mind before he had a chance to cum. After only a few minutes, I had Evan's load added to the mix of cum inside me. Evan pulled out and Nick rammed his cock home, making me wince and yelp. Nick fucked me brutally and said "See what happens if you try to refuse me? There's no way I'm going to let your ass go without fucking you when you have 2 toxic loads in there that need to be massaged in" Thankfully it was a quick fuck, and he sent another batch of swimmers inside me. He pulled out and we all walked back to the car. I was naked, of course, because my clothes were in the car. "Clench and tighten your hole. Don't let any cum escape" Nick demanded.

Part 3 (no explicitly poz loads in this chapter): Nick wasn't lying when he said he'd be fucking me a lot. I don't think a day went by since our first fuck without at least one of his loads in my ass. Most days he fucked me twice. His libido was off the charts. He was fucking me twice most days and also going out and hooking up with randoms too. Sometimes he took his time, other times it was a quick fuck because he needed to get off. He didn't seem to care if I had an orgasm or not, it was all about his pleasure. He just fucked me when he wanted, and he never asked for permission. He enjoyed fucked other guys either at beats, their place, or sex clubs, and then coming home, finding me in the apartment, pulling my shorts down and shoving his dick inside me. He'd fuck me while telling me about the guy or guys he'd just been inside and loved pointing out that he hadn't washed his dick since fucking them, hoping that he was passing something from them to me. He would just fuck me anywhere, at any time. In the kitchen, my bedroom, his bedroom, the living room, a couple of times in the hall just inside the front door, and even on the balcony. It definitely wasn't a private balcony, so I'm sure some of our sessions out there were watched by someone. I was surprised but glad that our other flatmate, Chris, hadn't caught us yet. There were a few close calls, with Nick ejaculating inside me just as Chris opened the door, giving us just enough time for Nick to pull out and both of us to get our pants back in order. Chris was more a friend of Nick's than mine, someone Nick knew who took the third room when our previous flatmate moved out, so I didn't know him as well and I hadn't talked to him about anything sexual. I really didn't know how he'd react if he caught us fucking, or even if he knew that we'd fucked many times in the kitchen where he prepared his meals. After a few weeks of this kind of schedule, Nick told me that I wasn't being a good enough slut. Since the first week, I hadn't been to a beat or hooked up with anyone else because Nick was fucking me a lot. Nick said he enjoyed having me as his personal sex toy, but reminded me that he loves fucking a cum-filled ass, and I should be collecting random loads so that he can fuck me afterwards. Plus, if he's the only one fucking me, my chances of taking a poz load are unacceptably low. It had only been a few weeks since the incident at the beat when I was told to let a poz guy breed me, so it was too early to tell but I felt like I was still neg and he hadn't converted me. I told Nick that I'd been reconsidering being a bug chaser, and thought I should start taking my prep tablets again to protect myself, but that I hadn't decided fully. Nick said that I obviously wasn't good at making decisions and needed someone else to make them for me, so he came up with a few rules for me to follow: 1. I'm not allowed to take prep or pep unless Nick gives me explicit permission. 2. No loads refused. Anyone and everyone is allowed to fuck me as long as it's bareback. 3. I must visit at least 1 beat per day. 4. If Nick sends me instructions to go to a guy's house or other location, I must follow those instructions and take the guy's load. 5. No underwear allowed. I must go commando at all times for easy access. Even at work. I wasn't sure what to say, but I could tell from his tone and expression that these rules weren't up for negotiation. Nick "sealed the deal" buy fucking and breeding me. The next day when I returned from work, Nick met me at the door and just said "your bedroom, now. Remove all clothes and wait on the bed for me". I did as instructed, expecting him to come in and fuck me, but he entered the room carrying a blindfold and earplugs. He tied the blindfold around my head and told me to insert the ear plugs. I could hear him faintly if he spoke with his mouth next to my ear, but I couldn't see anything. He had me sitting on the edge of the bed and I felt the presence of another person. Nick took my hand and guided it to a cock, and moved my hand up and down the shaft. I took the hint and started wanking this unknown guy. His cock felt slightly longer than average, and I think it was cut. It wasn't as big as Nick's cock, but then again, very few are. Nick is blessed in that department. My head was guided to this stranger's cock and I knew what to do. I was being instructed to suck it. I did my best, the cock tasted nice and there was a good amount of precum for me to lick up. I normally structure my headjob technique based on feedback, but with the earplugs, I couldn't hear any moans or comments from the guy attached to the dick in my mouth. The blow job didn't last long before the dick was removed from my mouth and I was repositioned on the bed so that the mystery man's cock could have easy access to my hole. A bit of lube, a bit of pressure, and he was balls deep inside me. While he used my ass as if I was nothing more than a fleshlight, I felt another cock at my lips. This one was thick and uncut. I had sucked it before, and I was certain that it was Nick's. I didn't often get to suck him because he preferred to fuck, and especially if he'd just been inside another guy, as he said, he didn't want my mouth cleaning off anything that should be donated to my ass. Nick's cock left my mouth but the cock in my ass kept pounding away, getting gradually faster and faster, the mystery guy fucking harder and harder. I thought he was getting close and then felt someone climb back up on the bed. I thought Nick had returned and I hoped he'd let me suck his cock again. A cock did appear at my lips but it wasn't one that I recognized. I opened up and let the new guy, mystery man 2, enter my mouth. I didn't know who either of these two were, but I hoped that they were enjoying the experience. I didn't want any rumors going around that I was a boring sex partner. Mystery man 1 fucked harder, pushed in as deep as he could, and collapsed on my back, while flooding my colon with his load. I wondered who he was and where Nick had found him. Mystery guy 2 immediately pulled out of my mouth and I felt his cock knocking at my backdoor. I knew what was expected of me, so I relaxed and let him in. He didn't last as long as the first guy and before I knew it, his load was added to the one already inside me. He pulled out and I was left alone for a while. It felt like ages, but was probably only 5 mins or so, before Nick returned and shoved his long, thick tool deep inside me. When he was all the way in, he pulled the earplugs out of my ears and told me that this is how he liked to fuck me - random guys' cum inside me as lube. He told me that I'd been a good slut taking those loads. I asked him who they were, and he said that the whole point of me wearing a blindfold and earplugs was so that I didn't know who they were. With a shout of "fuck yeah, I love a sloppy hole", Nick emptied his balls inside me. Something about the way he came set me off and I sprayed my load all over the bed below me. After he finished, Nick took the blindfold off me and I was about to see again. I told him that it was fucking hot that he'd just invited two random strangers over to fuck me like that. He said two things, firstly, that he liked it too and that he will do it again, and secondly, that they weren't strangers, but next time he might choose some random guys. What did he say? They weren't strangers? My head started swimming with possibilities. Who had he shared me with? Did I know them or did he know them? Nick could see that I wasn't going to let it rest, and just told me that I couldn't ask anymore questions, but we both know both guys, they're not strangers to either of us, and they both told Nick that they wanted to fuck me again sometime, and Nick said he'd make it happen. End of the third chapter. I promise that there will be poz cum in the next installment.

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

Part 2 I wake up in my bed the next morning and immediately my thoughts go back to the evening with Doctor John. My morning wood becomes even harder, that it almost hurts, but before I can jerk myself off my phone vibrates. It's a message from HazardlyGifted, my cock reacting immediately to that surprise and the first precum is dripping down. I open the message and there is only a video without any text. Eagerly I push the start button and I am greeted by the face of Doctor John. In his deep voice he tells me that this video should be a reminder of the gift he's given me. The camera slowly leaves his face and goes down his incredible body, staying on his hairy chest for a short moment before it follows the trail down to his cock and shining biohazard tattoo. In the video Doctor John is fucking someone, who is bend in front of him and the camera focusses on his big cock as it slights in and out of the bottoms hole. Suddenly, the zoom becomes wider and I am shocked to see half of my face in lust and ecstasy. He filmed us? But when, how did I not notice? Those thoughts forgotten quickly as I see myself in a state of complete surrender and happiness. Doctor John brings the camera back to his face and looks directly into it, when he say: 'I will make sure you receive this gift' I'm a so overstimulated that I come hands free, the load hitting my chest and stomach, but also my phone. As I lay there shocked by the cum mess I made, my door bell rings. Without thinking clearly, I put my boxers back on and walk to the door. Greeted by a delivery man with a puzzled look, I sign quickly and say goodbye. He gives me another strange look and then leaves. The package doesn't interest me at the moment, so I put it down and look at the mirror in the hallway. No surprise he looked perplexed, my cum is all over my hairy chest and body, also my boxers are wet in the front with cum. Well, he got quite an image then. My phone vibrates again and a new message from Doctor John arrives. 'Be here in one hour, don't be late' I look at the coordinates he send me and it will take me 15 minutes to get there, so enough time to prepare for whatever he has planned for me. I shower and rinse the cum off my body, as I realise that his toxic seed never has left my hole, still somewhere deep inside me. Immediately hard again, I don't give into the temptation and keep my load for the meeting with Doctor John. I park my car at an abandoned industrial office complex and walk around aimlessly. The vibration of my phone indicates a new message: 'Fifth Floor, Room 208'. I follow the instructions and as I put my hand on the door to room 208 my excitement is almost unbearable. I open the door and what I see takes my breath away. Doctor John is standing in the middle of the room, only dressed with an open lab coat and black leather boots. His cock is framed by a metal cock ring, his biohazard tattoo shining in the morning sun and next to him is a gynaecological chair with the leg rests already in place. Without a word I take my clothes off and take my place in the chair. My hole exposed to the steady gaze of Doctor John. He kneels before me and without spit or lube he starts to massage my hole. He increases the pressure more and more, his fingertips starting to enter me. He is rougher this time and his fingers are more scratching than pushing. Despite, the dryness my hole starts to open up and he pushes more fingers inside me. Suddenly, I feel his tongue on my hole and his rimming techniques are unparalleled. His tongue gets deeper and deeper inside me, wetting my hole for the next step. I try to focus my eyes on the ceiling as I hardly can see what Doctor John is doing to me. But as I turn my head slightly to the left I see his phone, recording the whole scene and my arousal goes through the roof. Doctor John notices the change in me and rises from his kneeling position to look at me. I should feel vulnerable to be exposed this completely to this imitating man, but I do not. I love the attention and hungry, predatory gaze of Doctor John. He understands my desires instinctively and goes to the counter to grab his phone, puts it on a shelf opposite the chair, making me the star of this video. Then he decided to lose the lab coat and comes back to the chair completely naked with his hard rock cock pointing straight at me. He positions himself at my hole and with a small nod, but no further warning he fully pushes his poz cock inside, the raw connection heavenly. I moan in lust and my hole starts to envelope his big cock immediately, my body graved this more than I expected. 'Fuck! Fuck me, give me another poz load. Give me your gift' I tell him breathlessly. 'Will you take every last drop of my toxic cum? Will you be a good boy and carry my load as long as it needs to do its job?' 'Yes, I will, I am your good boy. I am a good patient to you.' Doctor John laughs mischievously 'Well, a good patient you have never been, but I make sure you are a good boy.' He increases his speed and forcefulness, hitting my prostate every single time. The chair has opened me up in a way I never could have imagined, so that his poz cock reaches deeper than expected. I feel the warm of his toxic precum dripping inside me, while the cold of the metal cock ring is giving my hole a different sensation outside. He pushes even harder and the whole chair starts to shakes, the room is filled with the smell of sex and sweat. I feel his cock pulsating and know it will only be a few more thrust until his poz load will fill me up the second time. He forces himself even deeper and with a final, violent thrust his toxic load fills me up. It takes him 9 shoots, before all of his poz cum is inside me, his ass in my hands the whole time and his body pressed against mine, without space for air. He collapses again on top of me, but this time we are face to face and a deep kiss finishes this second gift giving. I enjoy the weight of him on top of me. After a few minutes we finally leave the chair and both our hairy chests are full of my cum, apparently I shot a load while he was in his post climax bliss on top of me. 'Mike that was great, but now we have to make sure the gift is taking hold of you. Take this plug and keep my toxic seed inside you as long as possible' I manage to put the plug in place with ease, as it is smaller than Doctor John's cock. But I have still one fantasy I need to fulfil today. I got to my pants and take out my phone. 'I need one more picture Doctor John, then we are finished' I kneel before him, take Doctor John's cock in my mouth, which becomes instantly hard again, and angle the phone. I press the button and see how my phone captures my face, sucking a cock with a biohazard tattoo in full view. I stand up and Doctor John looks at me quizzically. 'What do you want with that?' he asks. 'This will be my new profile pic on the apps, no headless torso any more. It's time to be out and proud about my bug chasing desires' I change my pics and Doctor John smiles at me. 'That's great, but now finish me off, you cannot leave a poz cock this hard behind. Get on your knees ...'

Part 2: I got in my car and drove home. My head was spinning. This was the first actual poz load I'd taken since going off prep and his load was still inside me. I was horny and scared, but also excited. I got home and needed a drink. While in the kitchen, one of my flatmates came home, the other flatmate worked nights, so I wasn't surprised that he wasn't there. Nick and I had been friends for years before moving in together. A lot of our mutual friends assumed we'd end up as a couple one day and were probably surprised that it hadn't happened yet. Nick and I were great platonic friends, but we couldn't be together, we didn't have that kind of spark. We did tell each other pretty much everything. Well, almost everything. He told me about his hook ups and I told him about mine. We were both fans of bareback and hated condoms, but I hadn't told him that I'd stopped taking prep. Nick was complaining that he'd lucked out. He'd gone to the effort of driving to the outskirts of the city only for the guy to tell him that he'd changed his mind. Nick was frustrated and horny. He then noticed that I seemed a bit off, like I wasn't paying attention because my mind was elsewhere. Nick: "Mate, what's up? What's go into you?" Me: "What's got into me? A guy with a big cock" Nick: "Hot. Tell me more" I told him about the guy who fucked me, and how I wasn't sure at first, and then how we'd asked another guy to make the decision for us. I left out the details about the first guy being poz and me being off prep. Nick: "That's hot. You're a slut. But why did you need the second guy to decide for you? Why didn't you just let the first guy fuck you?" Me: "I like being told what to do. It turns me on" Nick: "You've never shared that with me before. Do you like being used?" Me: "yeah, I do. There's something about being used for another guy's pleasure that gets me going" Nick: "Wow. That's kind of hot. So if some dude at a beat tells you that he's going to fuck you, you'll let him? Or does it need to be a different guy giving you instructions?" Me: "Either. It's hot when it's a different guy telling me who can fuck me, but I also like it when guys tell me that they're going to fuck me. Even better at a beat is when a guy doesn't ask or say anything, just turns me around, pulls my pants down, and fucks me" Nick: "What if he does ask you?" Me: "It depends. If he's hot, I might let him, but often if he asks me I find it a slight turn-off" Nick: "Interesting. What if he's ugly or something" Me: "If he asks, then I'll say no, but if he just dominates me then that's hot enough for me to let it happen" Nick: "Fuck. You are such a slut. Good thing you're on prep then, or you'd be a high risk" I couldn't lie. Nick knew me too well. Me: "Well, actually..." Nick: "What? you are on prep aren't you?" Me: "I stopped taking it. I didn't like it" Nick: "Well, your choice I guess" With that, Nick turned me around to face the sink and yanked my shorts down, then pushed me so i was leaning over. Me: "Nick, what are you doing?" Nick's shorts had also disappeared and his hard cock was touching my hole. Nick: "What do you think i'm doing? I'm going to fuck you" Nick pushed, and my ass went into autopilot, relaxing enough to let him in. I had never seen Nick's dick before, and at this point I still couldn't see it, but it felt thick. He pushed in and pushed further. How long was his fuck tool? It just kept going. I felt very full, and to be honest, his cock felt amazing inside me, but this was my friend, using me like a fleshlight. Me: "Nick, fuck, you're inside me. Why are you doing this?" Nick: "You have some random dude's load in you and you like to be used without being asked. I'm fucking horny and your story got me even hornier. I love sloppy seconds, so I'm not letting this opportunity disappear" He fucked me hard. It was weird at first that my best friend was fucking me after so many years of us kind of having a line that we wouldn't cross, but it felt so good. I wished I known how good he was at fucking years ago. He was fucking me deep. All the way in and then pulling out until just the head was inside me before thrusting back. While fucking me he started asking me more about the earlier fuck that evening. Nick: "Tell me about the guy who fucked you. Whose cum is currently lubing my dick?" Me: "He was taller than me, slightly older, fit. Good cock" Nick: "Did he have a big cock?" Me: "Yes, it was a great cock. Big and thick, but I think yours is bigger" Nick: "And this random guy just flooded your ass and you're not on prep. Did you bother asking him his status to see if it was safe for him to fuck you?" Me: "Umm... yeah, I asked him what his status was" Nick: "And he was safe? Can you trust him to be honest?" Me: "He was honest. He told me he was poz" Nick: "Fuck you are a slut. Neg, off prep, and taking poz loads. And now I'm fucking you using that poz cum as lube. You know my cock is massaging that cum in to you with every thurst" I swear he shoved his meat stick in harder and deeper at that comment. That pushed me over the edge and I came hands-free, conveniently into the sink in front of me. My ass tightened and with a final deep push that felt like it was in my stomach, Nick roared and emptied his balls inside me. He leant over me, catching his breath, before eventually pulling out. "We need to talk. But first, I need a shower" and he headed off towards the bathroom. I stayed where I was for what seemed like an eternity before pulling up my shorts, a bit worried about what Nick would say now that he has cum and isn't so horny. Nick had a quick shower and returned to the kitchen. He asked me why I'd gone off prep and when I told him that I was chasing and it made me horny, he confessed that he too liked it and often read the stories on BZ when he wanked. He didn't want to convert though, so he's staying on prep, but he wants to see a conversion, so he's going to use me for that. He also told me that he wants to fuck someone with the fuck flu, and he's going to use me for that too. He said he's going to be fucking me a lot in the future. He never asked, he just said he would.

Mike picked up his biohazard jock and started to adjust my legs in the sling so he could slip the jock on me. I’d always thought rubber looked hot but needed to see how it felt first. Now I’m being dressed in it and was feeling strangely calm about it. Turned on, even. He then unhooked a short piece of chain, which I assumed was part of the sling, but for some reason had a padlock on it. I understood exactly what was going on when he moved my head so he could slip it around my neck. Closing the padlock with no sign of a key. “There you go, my boy. You’re starting to look the part already. Your bulge in that bio jock shows your approval too.” He had a point. I looked down and saw my stiffening cock in the jock and felt the weight of the chain around my neck. Fucking hot. A little epiphany unlocked at that moment seeing myself in a rubber jock spread out in a sling, with several poz loads in my hole. I thought that I looked like a pig. One of the more extreme ones you occasionally stumble across on a tumblr. Where more often than not, the guys look like pure animals. Fucking each other freely and feeling part of a semi-secret society. Where guys park their lives at the door and set about exploring their true desires. As men… brothers. Right then, I was feeling like I’d made it into the sty. Mike could almost read my mind. He stood there looking at me admiring myself. Admiring whatever I was becoming. Had become. “I like it. Very fucking hot. You’ll be a perfect addition to the cause once the gift claims you. Your Bugdaddy knows the route, son, let me be your guide into your new life.” It’s true. I’ve seen and could sense a new direction and purpose now. Mike lined himself at my hole again, fingering his last deposit into me as he lubed his cock. It felt beautiful, if I’m honest. They’ve already won. “The sight of my son in his bio jock is turning me on. You’re mine now, body and soul” “Fuck yeah, daddy. Finish it off.” He grinned and looked me in the eye. “Don’t worry boy, there’s plenty coming your way now you’re one of us. My strain alone should have given the recruitment process a head start.” It’s true. There genuinely was no way back now. The reality being that I’ve more than likely been infected. I guess I’d taken about ten, maybe a dozen loads now. On a special Poz Night, admittedly. And, yes, one of those guys was a new member who’d just been recruited, at his most toxic and, oh yeah, then bred me in an initiation. All normal. Normal to me now. And now I was understanding why they call it a gift. Mike shuddered as he unloaded into me, keeping his cock in there as he looked me up and down like a proud father admiring his new born. Which, in a twisted kinda way, was exactly that. I felt reborn. I felt satisfaction. A new freedom, like I was home. I looked into his eyes and slurred like the lovesick cum-craving rawpig I’d become, with my belly now full of his seed. His toxic seed no doubt already incubating in me. “I want to feel like this forever” Mike smiled and came in for a kiss “you soon will, son. You soon will.”

Mike grinned as he fished out his cock from his biohazard rubber. “That’s it lad, you know exactly what you want, I’m just going to make sure it’s my strain you carry. The seed that will infect you. I’m going to incubate that bugson hole. Soon, you’ll want nothing but me” He had that right. I was in heat. Lusting. Harder than ever. I felt him push up against my sore hole. The PA tickling the edges, going past them, gliding easily into me thanks to the cum of all the others. It felt powerful, more like a ritual I would get used to, hell even carry out myself once I’m one of them… Fuck. I’m thinking like I’m a pozbrother already. Pushing its way further into me, as if he wanted all of him, every drop to saturate and alter me. “You like that, yeah? Good. You’re just a life support system for a toxic cock. Your principles, ethics, feelings and loyalties – they’re all up for being reconfigured.” Shit, he could sweet talk. “Tell your bugdad how you feel, pig” “I feel whole bugdaddy. I feel right. It’s as if this was my destiny all along. To be your bugson.” It was just coming out now. Dark thoughts I’d never dreamt of vocalizing had no choice but to be aired now during this moment. The idea of me, 42, being claimed as a son by a man of a similar age seemed perverted, but that was small fry to what was on the menu right now. His toxic cock was starting to pump me, my hole clamping down as if to milk him quicker. I knew this was it. My insides felt shredded and sore, but I know that this was the answer to any ailment right now. Mike pulled out and looked down “Ah, pink cummy blood goo. You’re well on your way.” And rammed his meat back into me. The gasp as it wrecked me anew turned him on more, if anything. His thrusts quickened as did his breathing. The assault on me was an introduction to trusting him with my life. Trusting him to use his powers to change that. Trusting him to claim me. “No way back now, pig. Like you had any chance… argh!” Oh wow. I’d taken a fair bit of cum but this bastard fast tracked through that. It was as if the entire sauna had worked together in my recruitment. All I could say now was… “Thank you bugdaddy. Thank you for gifting this boy.” He reached over and began snogging me then gently whispered “Welcome to your new life, pig” and my cock must have poked into his stomach as he sensed my, what, relief? Jubilation? “I can guarantee that you’re now en route to becoming a pozpig. No pig I know, or should I say bred, has ever avoided it. Your cock seems to agree too. Perfect. Daddy is going to rebuild you into the toxic pig you deserve to be” “Yes daddy, thank you” A haze came over my mind. Dazed from what just happened. Feeling myself beginning to be rewritten and transformed. “I like your rubber, daddy. Very hot” “That’s good to hear, pig, because the plans I have for you involve you wearing a lot of it. You’ve definitely earned your biohazard now.” Bloody hell. That’s a sentence you don’t hear in polite society. “When did you last cum, pig?” I had to think. Actually, no, I’d not cum at all throughout the evening. Hard as a rock and precumming like a bastard, but no actual cumming. “Earlier, Sir. Possibly last night” “Ah, so that cock has yet to cum its last neg load, eh?” he said, as he began to stroke. “I think we both know that I should have the honour of taking the last of your innocence then hehehe” He was right. This mad, twisted logic what it was, made it seem like common sense. Almost courtesy. “Um, yes bugda… Oh” He was on it. Worshipping his new son’s soon-to-be-toxic cock. Hurrying the process. It didn’t take long, but my word I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much and so hard in my life. In the afterglow, he tenderly stroked me as if I was a newborn. Our lips locked together and I tasted myself. Or should it be the last remnants of me. It was the first time I think I’ve tasted my own cum, and by the looks of it, not the last. “Lick your lips. He’s gone now. Mr innocent. I own you as of right now. You’re my bugson in mind and in body” He was right. I know that now. My Bugdaddy is always right.

I could only get so lucky to have an opportunity to be the whore in this story.