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

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

Chat 1 😈 Dude, hot porn 🤨 Glad you like. Your pics are nice and sloppy 😈 Pussy is wet bro 🤨 Fuck yeah, fuckin love a wet cunt. Well fucked? Preloaded is so fucking hot 😈 Goontarded as fuck, wet jockpussy fuked takin a break from cruising. Phone might die 🤨 Dude, on sniffies? I’m gonna find oyu, fuck u 😈 Cruzing bro, taken loads in the toilet, lots of alpha cock, love to serve alpha 🤨 U a faggot? Himbo jockbro? 😈 Not a faggot bro, hate the queers, workout muscled, abs, addicted to alpha cum bro 😈 Goontarded, spinning, fuck dude, brb +++++++ I never expected him to return, but…. +++++++ 😈 Fuck bro, surfer jock just plowed my cunt, heard him sigh when he pushed and felt I was preloaded. Felt so fuckin awesome. He fucked and left 🤨 What are you wearing? 😈 Short shorts, cap, singlet, flip flops 🤨 Jock? Take your singlet off, bro. its hot 😈 Ok, off, dude. Jock under my shorts 😈 Shorts are soaked so much cum in my pussy, sweat 😈 Brb ++++++ Twenty minutes later. +++++ 😈 Alpha 🤨 Cunt 😈 Fuck dude, three alphas randomly came into the toilet, two fucked me over and over, one looked out, fucking spinning, fuuck bro. I’m on the floor, likcing their cum off the floor, fuck me fuuuck 🤨 Bro. I need to fuck u, u don’t know me, u won’t know its me, go outside, I know there’s a bench and theres alphas there in the dark 😈 How the fuck do you know? 🤨 Cuz I’m there, bro, one of em, the best one, the one who’s gonna fuck u the hardest fucker 😈 Fuckbro, you’re right, alphas waiting, in the dark, I see a couple of faggots its dark, you’re here? 🤨 Bend over the bench bro, cap forward, shorts off, eyes down, alphas gonna fuck 😈 Bro, I feel em, fuck fuck fuck, he’s fucking me, cumming, so fast 🤨 Yeah, I see him, sweaty dude, boots, his buddy’s up next 😈 Oh bro, you’re watching this? Fuuuck 🤨 Popper yourself up boy, gt spun and goontarded, fucking hole, the alphas are horny. I’m, watching em fuck u, three, four dicks, three inside you, one nutted on your back, another dude pissed on u. fuck dude you’re a whore 😈 Bro, I need it, alpha cum, serve, feel it in my pussy, breeding 🤨 Fuck there another dude, he’s strong, he’s got his cock out, fuck dude, he’s inside you, no hesitation just pushed into your fucked cunt, fuckin, fucking fuuuuck dude 😈 Aw bro, it feels so good , he’s in me, fuck I’m so fucked, ffuuck 🤨 Pounding oyur cunt, slamming, breeding ,grunting, animal, potent, fuckin u, fuck he needs this, holy shit, fuck he’s cumming, he’s grunting slamming, sweating pants down ass out, shirtless, fucking breeding you asswipe 😈 Awwww bro, oh fuck fuckin feel him cummin spraying fuuuck, breeding, full of his alpha cum 🤨 Dude clean his cock when he pulls out, suck your ass slime and all the cum in your cunt off his cock 🤨 Look into his eyes, thank him 😈 I thanked him, he nodded 🤨 Yeah, I know, I’m there, my eyes its me 🤨 I fucked you 🤨 Its my cum in your cunt 😈 Oh fuck bro, fuck, fuck fuck I want more, fuck me, how did you know its me? 🤨 Look for u later dude +++++ That was the first chat, the first virtual fuck. There are hundreds more

Chat 25, a couple of weeks later 🤨 Cunt 😈 Alpha 🤨 I’m outside the arcade next to my jeep, its green 😈 Bro, I need ten minutes. 🤨 Waiting dude, make it quick 😈 Fuck dude, I see the jeep, u, i got short shorts on, nothing else 🤨 Find me, shorts off, I want your ass naked, I’m gonna fuck u here on the street, between the parked cars, dudes are walking by but it’s the porn arcade no one gives a fuck, its dark, there’s condoms on the street 😈 I don’t need a condom bro, no condoms, raw cum 🤨 Yeah, I know, you’re fuckin cumslut, sloppy cunt, only kind of ass I fuck 😈 Fuck me bro, I’m here naked ass, fuck me 🤨 Fuck dude, fuck u, my big cock in your wet hole, again, oh fuck so awesome, so good, so wet, push in, open your hole, this time I don’t even cum 🤨 We’re going into the arcade bro 🤨 I guide you, my hand on your naked ass, fingers in your pussy, pay, enter, its dark, there’s groaning and fucking, smell of cum and sweat and ass slime and spit and hot bro sex. 🤨 Dude, you’re gonna get fucked, find you a mat, on all fours, ass in the air, dudes are walking by, I’m in front of you, dick out, feed u my cock, suck my cock, bros walking by, want your ass, alpha bro code, you’re clearly mine, I nod and they start to come close to sniff your cunt, finger you, eat u, fuck u 😈 Fuck dude, its dark, I’m ready, fuck me, sucking your cock, feed me, stay with me bro, I need the cum 🤨 It starts, you’re getting fucked, bro after bro, cock after cock. Most fuck raw, a couple wear a condom, when there done I get it and feed u their nut, I wander off, fuck a jockbro I saw earlier, fuck another bro in front of u, watch u getting fucked, some wearing condoms, mostly not, feed u from a condom I pick up off the floor – are you so high you’ll take that? 😈 Brooo, oh bro, oh fuck, feed me all the loads, spinning poppered, fucked up, fuk awesome fuck me. anything from you, bro, for you, fuuuck fuck fuk. 🤨 Dude wants his dick sucked, I let him fuck your face, wander off to get sucked in the glory holes, run into another alpha I know, we’re both alphas but we’re pervy, love ass and shit, and lately we always end up fucking, two bodies rolling in cum and piss and sweat on the floor, in a corner. 😈 Fuck bro, that’s Matt, right. He fucks me so hard, U FUCK HIM? Fuck he’s so alpha, alpha on alpha is so awesome 🤨 Yeah dude, its Matt. We started fucking when we can’t find you, bro. Alpha’s got to fuck and cum. No homo, just biology, bro code, bro helping bro 😈 Fuck yeah, fuck, alphas are so different from me. That’s hot you help each other out. 🤨 Cuz you’re a cunt, you know your place 🤨 Couple hours later, I find u passed out, too high, too many poppers, cloudy, passed out, bros still fucking your limp body 🤨 I don’t actually like to fuck a passed out cunt, its like fucking a dead body, don’t like to see if happening to you. You’re so fucked up, can’t really walk, pussy is totally cunted, leaking, cum all over you, pooling from your pussy, I carry you out of the arcade, naked. 😈 Dude, you’ll carry me out? you’re taking care of me? oh fuuuuck brooo 🤨 I’ve lost your cap and jock, to my jeep, back to my place to my bed. When you wake up you’ll be in my bed but I’ll be gone bro. Don't stick around. +++++

I was at Club 541 Saturday night. I think I may have witnessed you getting railed on the big round bed at that time. If so, it was very hot. Good job. 😉

16 seems right to me ... if a kid is responsible enough to drive a car, then he's responsible enough to give/take loads too.

The purpose of this thread is to collect/share measures for those who: 1. Have risky-sex fantasies (e.g. fucking bare without prep, bugchasing, etc.) 2. Don't want the consequences that are associated with an HIV-infection My background on this topic 1. I have had thoughts to fuck bare without prep for a long time. - And I also do not want the consequences. So I have developed measures to successfully encounter my risky sex fantasies. Maybe they do not work for everyone, but it is worth sharing them. 2. For me and others it needs more than the "just go/stay on prep" advice. The roots for our fantasies are much deeper and not everyone can get it. Here is what I do to encounter my risky sex thoughts Measure 1: Accept risky sex thoughts as something natural instead of feeling guilty. Scientific research is very clear about risk: Risk taking was very advantageous for our species through its evolution. In times of scarce ressources, those groups survived who have tried to eat a new fruit/entered some new area or have had sex more risky. And there is a part of our DNA that encodes something about our risky behaviour: The DRD4 Gene. Which can even be different between humans. Of course the evolutionary advantage of our risk-arousal is not valid today. Theworld has changed. But our DNA has not adapted yet. References: Goldstein S., Wired for Risk: The Genetic Roots of Bold Behavior Garcia et al., Associations between dopamine D4 receptor gene variation with both infidelity and sexual promiscuity. Measure 2: Talk with people outside your risky-sex bubble. I can highly recommend to talk about your risky-sex fantasies and fears with a trustworthy person outside your bubble. This can give you a feeling of being accepted and not alone. Of course it is not easy to find one that listens without judging. But you shoud give it a try. They can be your hero that guide you when you get crazy in between arousal and fear. Measure 3: Still allow risky sex fantasies. You can still have risky sex fantasies / roleplays. You can imagine/talk about risky sex but it does not mean that you do it in real life. Many people play with these fantasies in a way that does not have unwanted consequences. Measure 4: Go and stay on Prep. Of course I list this measure. But it can never be the only one. Because if you do not encounter your risky-sex thoughts in other ways, you will probably start "missing some Prep pills from time to time"... For those wo are lucky, the long acting Prep is a better option. Unfortunately: Not available/affordable in many countries. Please feel free to add your measures. You are not alone. If we share what we know, we can help each other 🙂

This is DEF something I want to do... Have it filmed.... and share it here. I think I have a good look for it 😉

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

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

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

Vince was 18 when a new neighbor moved into the house next door to his parents. He was a single man in his late thirties. Vince thought it was strange that a man would live alone in such a big house. Rick came to introduce himself to his new neighbors and said that he had just gotten divorced and had bought the house, that it would be his new home, and that they wouldn't have to worry about him causing any trouble. Because his job would keep him on the road a lot. He asked Vince if he was interested in earning some pocket money by keeping his garden tidy. Vince, who was saving up to buy a moped, was naturally enthusiastic and said yes. So Vince began his weekly task of mowing the lawn in his neighbor's garden. Vince went to the neighbor's house, opened the garden shed, took out the lawnmower, mowed the grass, removed the leaves from the pool, put everything back, and went home. But after a few weeks, Vince was curious about what Rick's house actually looked like inside, and when he looked through the windows, he saw that the living room was actually very tidy for a man living alone. The kitchen was also very clean, but when he wanted to look into the bedroom, he was shocked by what he saw. Not only was there a bed in the bedroom, but also an iron frame with a leather cloth hanging from iron cables. Vince was immediately intrigued by what he saw. Vince was in his own phase of discovery and experimentation, and he had already seen a few porn movies and had a good idea what this was for. He looked around and saw that a cupboard was open. He couldn't see it clearly, but he was sure he had seen different types of dildos. With a lot of questions and a pair of pants full of excitement, Vince went home. The weeks went by and Rick was home occasionally, but there was never much activity to be seen. But one summer evening, when Vince went to bed, his window was still open and he heard noises in Rick's garden. Vince got out of bed and, without turning on his light, looked through his window into Rick's garden to see what was going on outside. Vince's room was on the first floor and looked straight into Rick's garden. Although the bushes were quite high, because his room was on the first floor, he could still see into the garden. Vince looked outside and was shocked by what he saw. He saw Rick coming out of the pool naked and pushing another person with his hands tied behind his back onto his knees, pushing his dick into his mouth and starting to throat fuck him. Vince was shocked for a moment. Although he had watched porn before, he had never seen sex in real life or done anything with anyone himself. But it wasn't the blowjob that shocked him, it was the fact that Rick was getting a blowjob from another man, a young guy actually. This was something he hadn't seen coming at all. Rick looked very masculine. You might think he could have come straight from a farm. Rick was tall, rugged, with black hair and a beard, and Vince thought he was muscular because he had broad arms, but now that he had seen him naked, he was completely sure of it. Rick was muscular in a way, had thick muscular arms, a muscular chest, and also had a slight six-pack, and from what he could see, he was also hairy. Although Vince wasn't gay, he was intrigued by what was happening in Rick's garden and kept watching. He saw Rick continue to get sucked off and then pull the young guy back up, push him onto all fours, position himself behind him, and ram his cock into his ass. When he heard the young guy moan, Vince was completely shocked and ran to his bed, trying to forget the image that was burned into his retina. But he couldn't, and without wanting to, Vince kept getting excited when he thought about it. The days and weeks passed, and Vince continued to dutifully perform his tasks, and every month Rick brought him a nicely filled envelope with his name on it. But since what he had seen that night in Rick's garden, Vince could no longer act completely normal. Every time he saw Rick, he didn't know how to behave. On the one hand, he felt a kind of aversion to what he had seen, because his conservative upbringing did not approve of this kind of behavior and lifestyle, and on the other hand, he also felt that it excited him. So every time he saw Rick, he started to blush and found it difficult to speak. The weeks passed again and Vince left his window open until winter, hoping that when Rick was home, he would hear something in the garden and be able to watch again. It wasn't until the following spring, just after he turned 18, on a warm evening, that he heard something again. Once more, he went to look and once more he saw Rick first fucking a young guy in the throat and then fucking him. This time, Vince was no longer shocked, on the contrary. Unconsciously, he was jerking off and became extremely aroused by what he saw. But Vince had been a little too careless; he had left his bedroom door open and hadn't noticed that there was a light on in the hallway, which meant that you could see him standing at his window from outside. It was only after he had cum and crawled back into bed that he began to realize his mistake and hoped that Rick hadn't seen him peeping at him. It was also that week that Rick came back with his envelope. They already knew each other quite well by then, and Vince's father had invited him in for a drink. When Vince entered the kitchen and saw Rick sitting there, he felt the tension rising. Had he seen him or not? But Rick didn't budge or show any reaction, and Vince thought he was safe. Vince was also good at controlling his emotions by then and didn't show any reaction himself. But that week, Vince heard noises coming from Rick's garden again and looked through the window once more. Vince could no longer deny that he was aroused by what he saw. At first, he was confused and wondered what was wrong with him. Why did he want to watch another man fuck a man? Why did it turn him on? One evening, when Vince was home alone and looking for porn, he unknowingly ended up on a bi site, and before he knew it, he was watching bi/gay porn and jerking off. The weeks passed again, and when Rick was away for a few weeks, Vince went to maintain the garden and the pool. He mowed the lawn, and when he wanted to remove the leaves from the pool, he saw a pair of boxer shorts lying on one of the sun loungers. Vince hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't resist and went over to the boxer shorts, picked them up, and smelled the place where Rick's cock must have been. The smell of Rick's cock was still there, and he felt his own cock start to swell in his pants. He closed his eyes and put his hand in his own pants. The moment he felt his own hard cock, he realized what he was doing and dropped the boxer shorts, quickly removed the leaves from the pool, cleaned everything up, and went home. A few weeks later, Rick came home, and that first night, Vince heard noises coming from Rick's garden again. This time, Vince wanted to take a closer look. He had found a good spot in his own garden where he could see through the bush into Rick's garden, and he crept downstairs. No one at home had heard him, and he crept as quietly as possible through the garden to the spot he had chosen. There he looked through the bush and saw up close how Rick was fucking another young guy hard. He heard the young guy moaning. R: Dirty slut. I'm going to ram your pussy open. R: Yes, moan, you good little slut. I'm not done with your cunt yet. When you come out here, your cunt will be loaded with my cum and DNA. The horny words turned Vince on completely and he couldn't control himself and had to satisfy himself. He dropped his pants and hit a branch, rustling some leaves. Vince was afraid for a moment that Rick would have heard him, but he saw no reaction from either Rick or the young guest, and Vince breathed a sigh of relief. He started to masturbate, and it didn't take long before he sprayed his load against the bush. He also heard Rick say at that moment that they were going inside, because Rick wanted to fuck him in his sling. That was the signal for Vince to go inside too. But he saw the light in the bedroom come on and he had a good view of where he was standing in Rick's bedroom and he could see how the guy lay down in the sling, how Rick started licking the guy's pussy and how he took something out of a bag and stuck it in the guy's pussy. Suddenly, Vince heard the back door open and his mother call out in a frightened voice to see if anyone was in the garden. Vince called back that it was him and that he had also heard something in the garden and had come to check. He immediately walked back to the back door and said that it must have been an animal or something he had heard. His mother closed the door and told him to go back to bed. Vince couldn't get back to his room fast enough, and when he was in bed, he began to fantasize about what he had just seen. Weeks passed again, and the following summer, on July 4th, his parents went on a romantic long weekend and Vince stayed home alone. That happened quite often , but now that he was 19, he was allowed to stay home alone. It was a super hot weekend, and Rick came back that Saturday with the stuffed envelope for Vince. Vince opened the door and invited Rick in as usual. R: Where are your parents? V: They're on a romantic weekend, they're away for four days. Rick had to laugh. R: And you weren't invited. Vince had to laugh now. V: No, I shouldn't be there. Let them enjoy each other's company without anyone snooping around. R: You're absolutely right. You're old enough to take care of yourself. R: And that way your girlfriend can come over too. V: Um, I don't have a girlfriend yet. R: Oh, okay, sorry, I thought a potent guy like you would have a sweetheart on every finger. Vince blushed. R: Don't be embarrassed, buddy. When I was your age, I had a different girl to play with every week. They chatted some more, and when Rick was leaving, he said that it was going to be very hot this weekend and that if Vince felt like it, he should come over for a refreshing dip in the pool. Vince felt himself getting warm inside and nodded. V: Maybe I'll come by this afternoon. R: Definitely do that, I'll be home all day and I'll be alone. So you're definitely welcome. Vince had no idea what to do. Should he accept Rick's offer? But would he be able to control himself when he saw Rick up close in his swim shorts? He was completely confused. What was wrong with him, why did he always feel so excited when he saw Rick? In the early evening, when the heat of the day had passed, Vince took the plunge, put on his swimming trunks, grabbed a towel, and slipped on his flip-flops. He went to Rick's house and rang the doorbell for the first time. Rick opened the door. R: You could have come around the back, you know the way. V: Yes, I thought it would be a bit strange to do that when you were home. R: Come in. I was actually expecting you much earlier. V: Yes, I rested for a while first and didn't want to go swimming in the full sun. Rick laughed. They walked through the hallway, then through the kitchen, and ended up at the pool. R: Put your towel on a deck chair and jump in. I'll quickly get something to drink. Vince put his towel on the chair and jumped into the water. It felt really nice to be in the cool pool. Vince saw Rick coming back with a tray filled with two glasses and homemade lemonade. Rick had put on his Speedo, and his big, muscular cock stood out nicely in the tight swimsuit. Vince had a hard time not drooling when he saw Rick in front of him. All kinds of fantasies came to mind. R: Come and have a drink, because it's thirsty weather. Vince got out of the pool, took a cool glass of lemonade, and drank it in one gulp. It was a little bitter because of the lemon juice, but it tasted delicious. Rick lay down on a deck chair and Vince lay down next to him. They started talking and then jumped back into the pool. Vince felt a little light-headed and went back to lie down on the deck chair. R: Everything okay, Vince? V: Yes, just a little light-headed from the heat. R: Okay then. Vince stayed for an hour and then decided to go home. R: Feel free to come back tomorrow, I'll be home all day. V: I will. R: If you want, you're welcome to stay for dinner so we don't both have to eat alone. V: Yes, that's fine. I'll be there around 5 p.m. R: I'll have the aperitif ready. Just come around the back, okay? When Vince got home, he couldn't control himself. He had gotten so horny from seeing Rick up close and seeing how big and fat his cock was in his Speedo that he started jerking off as soon as the door was closed. It didn't take long before he sprayed the floor with his virgin cum. Vince was still light-headed and lay down on his bed, and before he knew it, he fell asleep. The next morning when he woke up, he felt a bit lousy and sat in the chair, feeling groggy. By noon, he had recovered somewhat. He took a shower, ate something, and then he was back to his old self. Because Rick had acted completely normal yesterday, Vince was sure that Rick hadn't seen him peeping and he felt more at ease. By 5 p.m., Vince had grabbed his swim trunks and a fresh towel and headed back to Rick's. This time, he went around the back, and Rick was already waiting by the pool. The tray was ready, and there was a freshly filled jug of lemonade. Rick's glass was already full, and Vince sat down at the table next to Rick. R: Everything okay, kid? V: Yeah, I think I must have been suffering from the heat yesterday. R: Didn't drink enough, then. V: Yeah, maybe. R: Here, have a glass of lemonade so you don't get sick again. Rick poured a glass and gave it to Vince, who drank it in one gulp again. This lemonade was even slightly more bitter than the last one, but it still tasted very good in this hot weather. Q: Can I put on my swimsuit somewhere here? A: Yes, go inside. The bathroom is on the left, you can put them on there. Vince went to the bathroom and when he entered, he saw an enema lying there and he also saw a dildo on a chair. He felt himself blushing and getting excited, so he quickly put on his shorts and went back outside. R: Ah, I see you found it. V: Yes, I did. Vince jumped into the water immediately so that Rick wouldn't see that his cock was getting hard and that he was blushing. Vince swam for fifteen minutes and then got out of the water. Again, he felt a little dizzy. V: Now I have this again. R: What again? V: Well, that I'm feeling a little dizzy. R: Here, have something to drink. Vince took the glass and drank the lemonade. R: Why don't you lie down on the lounger, maybe it will pass. Vince took his glass and lay down in the shade on the bed. It was a raised bed, so when you stood next to it, it came up to your thigh. He drank his glass empty and lay down on his stomach. R: Are you okay, buddy? V: I'm feeling a little better, yes. It wasn't better at all. Vince was getting lighter in the head and, for some reason, he was also getting hornier. That's why he had laid down on his stomach, so Rick wouldn't see that he had a hard-on in his swim trunks. But Rick was about to make things even worse for Vince. R: Shall I rub sunscreen on your back so you don't get burned? V: Uh, no need, I'm lying in the shade anyway. R: No buts, you'd better protect yourself. Vince didn't dare say no and nodded. He watched as Rick took the sunscreen and came towards him. He was startled when he felt the cold cream on his skin and was startled again when he felt Rick's firm hands rubbing the cream in. Vince's head was now spinning, and Rick's warm, firm hands made him relax completely and got him all excited. Without realizing it, he let out a slight moan. R: Is something wrong? V: No, sorry. This just feels really good. Vince was startled by his choice of words and heard Rick chuckle. R: Enjoy it, boy. I'll teach you how to massage, then you can use it on your next conquest. Vince began to sink deeper and felt Rick's firm hands move over his entire body. Rick first massaged his shoulders and then his upper back. He moved further down to his lower back and noticed that Vince was relaxing more and more and surrendering to his hands. Rick slid his hands over Vince's buttocks and now took care of Vince's legs. Then he slid his hands between Vince's legs and massaged from his feet to his crotch. There Rick felt Vince's swollen cock. But Vince was already too far gone to be shocked or say anything about it. He was completely immersed in his own world. The G in the lemonade was clearly working well, and Rick slid his hands further and further up Vince's crotch, so he could feel Vince's cock better and better. Then he slid over Vince's ass one last time. R: Was that nice, boy? V: Fuck yeah. That was blissful. R: Turn around, then, so I can take care of your front too. Vince knew he had a problem and had no choice but to turn around. As he turned, he tried to position his cock as discreetly as possible so it wouldn't be noticeable, but it was still clear that he had an erection. But Rick said nothing, and Vince closed his eyes. He felt the cold cream on his body again, followed by Rick's firm hands. First it was his chest's turn. Vince sank back again and enjoyed the touch, and all his fear and worries about his hard cock disappeared. Rick slid his hands over Vince's chest and stomach and then rubbed cream into Vince's arms and hands. Then he took care of Vince's legs and stood bent over a little, letting his cock, tucked away in his Speedo, stroke Vince's hand. So Vince could feel his swollen cock. Rick saw that Vince was having a hard time controlling himself and he saw Vince bite his lip lightly. Rick slid his hands over his legs again and gently stroked Vince's stiff cock. Vince struggled to control himself and bumped Rick's stiff cock with his hand, startling him. Vince opened his eyes and wanted to apologize. V: Sorry Rick looked at him longingly. R: You don't have to say sorry, buddy, I know you want this. Vince couldn't say anything. He looked at Rick in surprise. Rick now slid his hands over Vince's boxer shorts and felt his stiff cock. R: This little guy is really enjoying himself here. Vince was completely overwhelmed and didn't know what to do. Rick carefully grabbed Vince's shorts and gently pulled them down. Vince's stiff cock appeared, Vince felt his heart start to pound in his chest and he looked at Rick with fear and shame. Rick slid his hand over Vince's stiff cock and saw that pre-cum was already running from Vince's glans. V: I don't know if I want this. R: Don't be afraid, boy, just surrender completely to your feelings. You won't regret it. Let your true nature come out. Rick moved his mouth to Vince's cock and licked the glans. V: Oh fuck, oh fuck. Vince felt the warm lips kissing his glans and the tongue licking the precum from his glans. He put his hands on Rick's head to push him away, but it was too late. Rick had opened his mouth and taken the stiff cock completely into his mouth. Vince let out a huge sigh of pleasure and now surrendered completely to this heavenly feeling. V: Holy shit. Oh my god. Hmmmmmmm Rick licked and sucked Vince's cock gently, because he didn't want him to cum right away; he had more plans for this virgin. Rick let the stiff cock slip out of his mouth and moved his mouth upward, kissing Vince's lips, who was still in ecstasy with his eyes closed. Feeling Rick's lips on his own triggered an intense reaction in Vince, and without realizing it, he kissed Rick back. R: Are you ready to discover your true nature, boy, and experience what you've been longing for for so long? How did he know he fantasized about this? Vince looked at him in surprise. R: I've seen you watching a few times when I fuck a guy here. So I know you long for this. R: Because I think you jerk off every time you watch, imagining that it's you being fucked. Isn't that right? Vince felt himself sinking through the bed. So he knew all along and never let on. Rick saw the fear and shame in Vince's eyes. V: I Rick put his finger on Vince's mouth R: Shhhhhhhhhh, you shouldn't be ashamed. I'll help you reveal your true nature. Vince nodded cautiously. V: I'm afraid R: There's no need to be. I'll help you. Rick lay down on the bed and lay on top of Vince and started kissing him. Vince cautiously opened his mouth and felt Rick's tongue enter his mouth. At that moment, a heavenly feeling and desire arose in Vince, and now he pushed his tongue into Rick's mouth and they started kissing. Rick took Vince's hands and let him feel his hard cock. R: Hold it tight. You don't have to be afraid. Vince's desire for Rick's cock was answered, and for the first time, he felt Rick's cock, which he had secretly peeked at so many times. Vince felt the fear and shock gradually disappear from his body and the horniness take over. Rick started licking Vince's neck and then took care of his nipples. Meanwhile, he pulled Vince's shorts off completely and then sat up straight. He took Vince's hands again and let him caress his chest, then guided him to his Speedo. He pulled his Speedo open and pushed Vince's hand into it. Vince carefully grabbed Rick's cock and pulled it out of the Speedo. Vince stared wide- eyed at Rick's big, fleshy cock. R: Pull it, you're doing well. Vince gently stroked Rick's large cock and felt his desire for Rick's cock growing stronger and stronger. Rick saw that. R: Do you want to taste it, boy? Do you want your first cock in your mouth? Vince nodded cautiously. Rick grabbed Vince and turned around so that Rick was lying on his back and Vince was now sitting on top. Now that Vince was sitting upright for the first time, he felt the effect of the G-force rushing through his body even more. R: Take off my speedo. He carefully pulled off the speedo and looked lustfully at Rick's big fat cock. Rick sat up for a moment and kissed Vince. R: Now take it in your mouth. I know you want it. You won't regret it. It will solve a lot of problems for you once you've tasted a cock. Rick gently pulled Vince down and guided his head to his cock, holding Vince's head firmly. R: Open your mouth, boy, and let my cock slide into your mouth. Vince opened his mouth and the smell of Rick's cock shot into Vince's nose. It only turned him on even more and Vince surrendered completely. His lips found Rick's cock and he sucked it into his mouth. Once again, Vince's desire was fulfilled and he let out a sigh of relief. Feeling a cock in his mouth was blissful, and even though this was his first time, he subconsciously knew what to do with that cock in his mouth. R: Hmmmm, yes, you're a natural, boy. Fuck, are you sure this is your first time? Hmmmmm, fuck yes. Rick let the boy enjoy his first cock in his mouth for a moment, then pulled him back to him and kissed him again. Now they made love for about ten minutes, their hands moving back and forth over each other. R: Fuck, boy, you make me so fucking horny. Hmmm. Are you ready to go further and let your true nature blossom completely? Vince nodded again. R: You know, boy, I only use sluts. Do you want to be my slut, boy? Vince was far too horny and completely enchanted by Rick, and without knowing what he was agreeing to, Vince nodded. R: That means you have to do everything I say, that I can have complete control over you, and know that once I start fucking you, I won't stop and I won't show any mercy. Vince nodded in agreement but didn't hear everything Rick said because he was completely out of it and all he wanted was to feel Rick's strong hands on his body and suck that delicious cock some more. Rick grinned and kissed Vince, then stood up and pulled Vince up too, who was now beginning to feel the full force of the G and was spinning on his legs. R: Is something wrong? Are you having second thoughts? V: No, that's not it, I'm just feeling very light-headed. R: Give me your hand, I'll help you. It'll pass soon. Vince gave Rick his hand and felt the support he gave him. He followed Rick and they went to the bathroom. Vince had no idea what they were going to do. He looked at the dildo on the chair and saw that Rick was looking too. R: You must have seen this lying there just now. I had put it there especially for you, hoping you would see it if you needed to change. R: Did it turn you on, boy? Vince nodded. R: Would you like to feel it in your ass later? Vince looked a little shy and embarrassed. R: You don't have to be ashamed of your feelings, boy. Once I've let you blossom into the slut you really are, you won't be ashamed of what you desire anymore. Still shy, Vince spoke anyway V: Yes, I would like to feel them. But I don't think I can handle it. I've never felt anything in my ass before. That was music to Rick's ears. Filling a blank slate was his favorite thing to do. R: Don't worry, boy, I'll help you, and when we're done, you won't be afraid that something can't fit in your ass anymore. Rick took Vince in his arms, kissed him, and caressed his body. R: We have to get you ready, boy. Because, like I said, I only use real sluts, and you gave me your word that I could do whatever I wanted with you, so... V: What do you want me to do for you? R: Well, first I'm going to shave your asshole and your pubic hair. I love clean-shaven sluts. Luckily, there's not much, so we won't waste much time. Rick grabbed Vince's ass and squeezed it hard. R: And then I'll teach you how to clean your ass. Because if I want to use your ass, you'll have to be clean. Vince nodded and watched as Rick took out a razor and shaving cream. He saw Rick lather him with shaving cream and then shave off the little pubic hair around his cock and balls. He did the same with his ass. Rick looked at the slut in the making, growled, grabbed his cock, and jerked it off. Vince saw the dominant, longing look in Rick's eyes and was overcome with a wave of desire. He wanted to get down on his knees and start sucking Rick's dick, but Rick pulled him up. R: Not yet, boy. You have to be clean first. Vince bit his lip and had trouble controlling himself. R: Calm down, baby, you'll get to suck this dick soon, but first you have to be clean. Come on, get in the shower. Vince got in the shower and Rick showed him how to rinse himself. Vince thought it was weird, but he did what he was asked to do. It was a bit awkward at first, but after he had done it once, he figured out how to do it. After about three times, he saw that the water coming out of his ass was clean, and Rick pulled him upright, kissed him, and held him tightly. R: Ready to be my slut, boy? V: Yes. R: Then follow me. Rick took Vince's hand again and led him to the bedroom. Vince had already peeked through the window and seen the bedroom, but now he could take a good look and was shocked by the size of the room and how many toys were in the closet. Rick went outside for a moment and came back a few seconds later with a glass of lemonade, a bag of crystals, a pipe, and some other stuff. R: Here, drink up, boy, so you don't get dehydrated. Vince took the glass and drank it empty. R: My sluts always have to do what I ask without arguing, you understand that, boy? Vince nodded. R: When we play, you have to address me with respect, and you do that by saying sir, okay? Vince nodded again. R: I only fuck my sluts raw. So you have no choice, okay? Vince nodded. R: My sluts must always be willing and high. So when we play, you'll have to use drugs too. Here too, you have no choice. Otherwise, you must leave now. Vince had never had a choice, because from the first glass of lemonade he was already under the influence of G and his ability to think rationally had been taken away from him. Otherwise, he might have refused and then the fun would have been over quickly. Vince nodded again because he wanted Rick's fat dick too much. R: Good boy. R: You'll find out how I address you and what else I expect from you, but first we have to make you willing and high. Rick showed him the pipe he was holding in his hands. R: Do you know this? V: No, sir. R: You learn quickly. Vince smiled sheepishly. R: Good, this is a pipe and these are Miss Tina crystals that go in the pipe. We melt the crystals in the pipe, then inhale the smoke, hold it in as long as possible, and then exhale it. I'll demonstrate it once and then it's up to you. Vince nodded. Rick filled the pipe with crystals, took a lighter, and began to melt the crystals. When the pipe was filled with smoke, he sucked it in, held it as long as possible, and then blew out a big white cloud. R: Get down on your knees. Vince did as Rick asked and got down on his knees. R: Now it's your turn, boy. Show me how much you want to be mine and how much you want to be a slut like the ones I usually use. It will fill your head with fire and your ass with hunger, a hunger you never knew existed. Vince had never used drugs or smoked before and awkwardly took the pipe and lighter and did exactly what Rick had shown him. He melted the crystals and when the smoke formed, he sucked it up. He felt his body getting warmer and his head getting lighter. He then blew a big cloud into the room. He wanted to give the pipe back to Rick, but Rick pushed it back into his hands. R: Blowing one cloud won't get you high and willing enough, boy. Blow a few more. Vince looked at Rick with wide eyes but did as he was asked and blew three more big clouds into the room. With every cloud he blew, he felt the fire in his head and the hunger in his ass for Rick's cock growing inside him, and after he blew his fourth cloud, he was horny as hell. He could no longer control himself and had to surrender to his urges and needs. R: Yes, that's it, boy. Let the slut and whore come out. It's always been inside you, hmmmmmmm yes Rick took the pipe from Vince's hands. R: I think we've got you high and willing enough for now. The G will kick in later, and then you'll be all set for the first part. Rick grabbed Vince and kissed him again. R: How do you feel, boy? Can you feel yourself becoming my slut? Vince was moaning and panting. V: Hmmm, yes, I feel so horny and hot, and I long to be used by you. I've never felt so horny and never been so sure of what I want as I am now. R: Hmmmmm, it's always been there, boy. You've always been a slut, Miss Tina just woke up the slut in you. R: Are you ready to surrender yourself completely to me? V: Yes, sir, use me. I surrender myself completely to you. R: Hmmmm, that's the spirit, boy. I'll make you a real proud slut and teach you all the tricks of the trade. Rick pushed Vince down. R: Put that mouth of yours to work, boy, and show me how much you want to pleasure my cock. Because I've already seen how much you crave it. Vince was on his knees and his head was spinning, and he felt an extra layer of horniness and submissiveness wash over him. He didn't know why, but it was the G that was starting to kick in. The smell of Rick's cock shot into his nose again and he couldn't control himself anymore. He put his hands on Rick's ass and eagerly sucked the cock in and started sucking it hard. R: Not so hard, boy. Start slowly and build up little by little. Enjoy it, it's about coming as quickly as possible. Vince tried to calm down a bit and now he licked and sucked Rick's cock more gently. R: Yes, that's better, slut. Treat Mr. Dick well, show him that you like him. Vince enjoyed the cock in his mouth and let the saliva run out of his mouth. R: Take it deeper into your mouth, slut. Try to get it down your throat until you can't take any more. Vince did his best and pushed it as deep as he could, until he started to feel nauseous. R: Yes, that's good, slut. Hmmm, you're making me so horny with that mouth of yours. Rick pulled Vince off his cock for a moment, spat in his face, then pushed him back onto his cock, holding Vince's head firmly and now setting the pace himself, starting to fuck Vince's mouth. After letting him suck him for a few minutes, he pulled Vince up, held him tightly, and kissed him. R: Not bad for your first time, slut. Do you like sucking cock? V: Yes, sir. It's wonderful to be able to suck your cock. V: Are you going to fuck me like those other sluts, sir? R: Which other sluts do you mean, boy? V: I've often watched through my window to see how you fuck a slut. I even stood in the garden once and watched you. R: I knew that, boy, but I'm glad you're telling me now. R: I even know that you once sniffed my boxer shorts when they were lying outside. V: Oh yes, sir. They smelled so good. But your dick smells even better. Vince's shame was completely gone because he was high and he would reveal all his secrets if Rick asked him to. R: You know how I know that, boy. R: There are cameras here, and I've been watching you on camera when you were here, and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw you sniffing my boxer shorts. R: Since then, I've been watching you, and my intention was to recruit you and make you my slut. V: Oh yes, hmmmm, thank you, sir. Thank you for making me your slut. R: You're not there yet, boy. First, I'll have to fill you up with my toxic seed. That's what you want, boy, to be filled up with my toxic load, to carry my DNA and my mark, and to become my slut. V: Hmmmmm fuck yes. I've wanted this for so long, sir. R: I can believe that, boy. You've seen me busy enough, haven't you? V: Yes, sir. Hmmm, please fuck me like those other sluts, I've been longing for it for so long. Rick grabbed Vince firmly again and kissed him again, pulled his cheeks apart and caressed Vince's virgin sphincter. R: Your pussy can't handle my cock yet, boy. We're going to have to stretch your pussy out first. Vince felt Rick's finger teasing his sphincter, and it only made his desire grow stronger. V: Loosen up my pussy, sir, I want it so badly. R: What an eager boy. R: Sir will stretch your tight hole so sir can pick your cherry with his fat cock. Vince looked at Rick with longing eyes. V: Oh yes, sir, stretch me open. R: I'll stretch your ass open, boy. I'll give you a pussy that sucks every cock inside like it's nothing and so much more. R: For your first time, I'll let you enjoy it. So enjoy it, because next time you'll make me enjoy it and not the other way around. He picked Vince up on his shoulders and laid him in the sling. He secured his legs in the buckles and pulled him to the end of the sling so that Vince's ass and future cunt were completely exposed and he could start training his slut in the making. He stroked the tense sphincter for a moment and heard Vince moaning softly. That boy doesn't know it yet, but by the time I'm done with him, he won't have a tight sphincter anymore, but a gaping hole from which my toxic seed will flow. Rick took a few dildos, lubricant, and the bag of crystals with him. He applied some lubricant to Vince's tight sphincter and circled it with his finger. Vince was already in ecstasy, and it hadn't even started yet. V: Hmmmm, yes, give me more. This feels fucking amazing. R: If you think this feels good, boy, just wait until the real thing starts. Rick handed Vince a brown bottle and told him to sniff it a few times. Vince, who was already very high, looked at the bottle and placed it against one nostril. R: Pinch your other nostril shut, boy, and then sniff, and then do the same with your other nostril and repeat it three times. Vince did as he was asked and sniffed the bottle several times. Each time he sniffed, he felt an extra warm glow flow through his body and became even hornier than he already was. Rick said he could sniff the bottle regularly, that it would help him relax. Vince nodded and then rested his head on the sling's cloth and closed his eyes. Rick put some lubricant on his finger and placed it against the relaxed sphincter, then gently pushed his finger inside. With every centimeter he penetrated Vince's virgin pussy, he heard him moan and beg for more. V: Oh yes, this feels amazing. Deeper, sir, go deeper. R: Take it easy, boy. It won't be long before you're telling me to stop. Rick now pushed his finger all the way into Vince's pussy and he heard the boy experiencing both pain and pleasure. Rick left his finger there for a moment and then pulled it out completely. R: Do you like this, boy? V: Oh fuck yes. I want more, sir. R: Then take another sniff from the bottle. Vince did as Rick told him, and Rick now placed two fingers against the sphincter. He felt the poppers doing their job, and when Vince's sphincter was completely relaxed, he pushed his two thick fingers in at once. Vince gasped for breath, both from the slight pain and the experience of feeling two fingers in his ass. Vince whimpered and moaned. R: Relax, boy. Let your pussy suck those fingers in. Rick felt Vince trying to do what he asked, but he also knew the boy was way too high and had completely lost control of his body due to the new sensations he was experiencing. R: Shall I help you loosen up a little, boy? Shall I help your pussy a little so it loosens up and gets hungry? V: Oh yes, sir. Make my pussy hungry for your cock. R: Hmmmm, what a dirty little slut you are, boy. R: I already knew you were craving my fat cock. But I'll give your pussy a bump so it will be able to satisfy your desires. V: Oh fuck yes. Hmmmmm Vince was already in ecstasy and he felt Rick slide his fingers out of his ass and then stick them back in. What Vince didn't know was that Rick had put two beautiful crystals between his fingers and pushed them deep into Vince's pussy. Rick pulled his fingers out of Vince's ass and then slapped his ass a few times. That startled Vince and he let out a cry. Rick stood up and let the crystals do their work. It would take a while for them to melt and enter Vince's system. But once they were in his system, he would have the experience of his life. His ass would feel so empty that it would let everything slide in just to feel full. He walked over to Vince's head and kissed him. V: Aren't you going to stretch me open anymore, sir? R: Just be patient, friend. You'll soon see why I'm taking a little break for you. Rick let his limp cock dangle in front of Vince's mouth. R: Why don't you make my cock hard again with that mouth of yours? At least then you'll be doing something useful. Vince opened his mouth and eagerly took the limp cock into his mouth. Every time he sucked on it, he felt Rick's cock swell and get harder. But suddenly he also felt a tingling sensation in his ass. The tingling became more and more intense. The tingling turned into warmth and the warmth into a burning sensation. Vince couldn't take it anymore. V: It's burning, sir. My ass is burning so hard. R: That's good news, boy. It won't be long before your pussy begs to be broken open. V: But it burns so badly, sir. Oh, I can't take it anymore. R: Just concentrate on my cock and the burning sensation will soon be over. Vince did as Rick told him and started sucking his stiff cock again. Rick grabbed Vince's head and pushed him as deep as he could onto his cock. He heard Vince start to gag and then pulled him back. He saw tears running from Vince's eyes and then pushed his cock back as deep as he could into Vince's throat. Vince felt the burning sensation begin to subside and an empty feeling begin to take its place in his ass. It was another unbearable feeling, this time not of burning but an uncontrollable urge for something big and thick in his ass. Rick saw and felt the change in his slut and pulled his cock out of Vince's throat again. Vince was sliding his ass across the leather cloth and his whole body was craving attention. R: The burning sensation is gone, isn't it, boy? V: Oh fuck yes, sir. Hmmmmmmm. My pussy is so empty. Ohhhhhh R: Let me see how badly your pussy wants something to slide inside it, boy. Q: Oh yes, sir. I think my pussy is ready to be used. R: Take another sniff of the poppers, boy. That will give you an extra kick because you're going to need it. Those fingers were nothing. Vince took a few deep sniffs of the poppers and didn't need any more instructions from Rick. He felt that extra layer of horniness wash over him again and saw Rick lubricate a dildo and press it against his sphincter. R: Are you ready, boy? Vince nodded and felt the dildo slide in smoothly, filling the emptiness in his ass. R: Hmmmm, those crystals did their job well, boy, because that slides in very smoothly. Rick immediately took a thicker dildo and slid the other one out of Vince's pussy. He immediately pushed the thicker one in, and again it slid in like a knife through butter. R: Fuck, boy, your pussy is made to be fucked. It won't be long before I'm ramming my cock into your ass. Vince could only moan with pleasure. He felt no pain and didn't hear what Rick said, he was completely one with his pussy and surrendered himself completely to the intruder. V: Oh fuck, more, I want more, sir. Rick growled and pushed the dildo in and out of Vince's pussy several times, watching and listening to the boy enjoy it every time. After working Vince's pussy with the dildo for about five minutes, he pulled it out and saw that Vince's sphincter was already nicely broken open. Vince whimpered because his pussy felt empty again. V: Don't stop, sir. R: Calm down, boy. It will be filled again soon. Rick took two more crystals and this time pushed four fingers inside. He heard Vince moan with pleasure again and pushed the crystals as deep as he could. Then he dug his nails into the inside of Vince's pussy and pulled his fingers out, scraping them as he did so. Rick saw blood on his fingers and smeared it on Vince's gaping pussy. He heard Vince getting hot again in his pussy and saw the boy sinking deeper and deeper into his trance. R: Do you think your pussy will let his cock slide in, boy? V: ahhhhhhhh, hmmmmmmm Vince couldn't answer, he was completely out of it and totally focused on his pussy. Rick grabbed Vince's head and turned it towards him. He spat in his face, thereby getting the attention of his future slut. R: Ah, I've got your attention after all. R: Do you think your pussy will let my cock slide in, boy? V: hmmmm yes, hmmmm yes. I want your cock, sir. I want to feel your cock in my pussy. R: Suck it hard first, boy, so I can ram it into your pussy. Rick himself had become extremely horny from seeing the boy and Heat. Vince was so horny that Rick himself had trouble controlling himself, and his dark nature, which he had kept under control all this time, now came to the surface. He had been gentle and calm with his new student all this time, but that wasn't going to last much longer. The beast in Rick came out, and the beast had to be fed. Normally, Rick used his sluts, tying them up, whipping them, pissing on them, fucking their pussies with his fists, but that wasn't the plan this time. This time, he would restrain himself and make the virgin slave hungry for more. He would have to control the beast and make the boy addicted. Addicted to his cock so that he could then take him completely, and Rick pushed his cock into Vince's open mouth. Vince eagerly sucked his cock and he felt his cock start to swell again and become stiff, and when he felt it was stiff enough, he pulled it back. Because he himself longed to take Vince's pussy and pluck his cherry. Vince was in ecstasy and he saw Rick standing between his legs with his fat cock in his hands. He saw Rick pour lubricant over his cock and he felt Rick lubricate his pussy again. Rick put his cock against the slightly sucking sphincter. R: Ready to be my slut, boy? Are you ready to have your cherry popped and your life changed forever? Vince whimpered and moaned loudly. V: Hmmmm, yes, sir. Please push it in, I want it so badly, I need to feel your cock inside me so badly. R: Fuck yes, fuck yes. I'm going to fuck you so hard, boy. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never want anything else. Rick first pushed his cock in gently. But when he felt Vince's warm, wet cave, the beast in him came out completely. He grabbed the cloth from the sling and pulled it toward him, and although he felt a lot of resistance, he pushed his cock all the way in at once until his balls hit Vince's ass. Vince couldn't handle this fat, thick intruder and moaned in pain. V: Oh fuck, it hurts, sir. You're way too thick and way too big. That calmed Rick down a bit, and he left his cock inside Vince's warm pussy for a moment. R: Take a few sniffs of the poppers, boy. You won't be in pain for much longer. You'll soon be begging for more. Vince sniffed the poppers a few times and felt his head start to spin again, the warm glow wash over him, and the pain in his ass turn to pleasure. The whimpering of pain began to turn back into moans of pleasure, and Rick felt the tense sphincter around his fat cock begin to loosen its grip a little . He let his cock slide out slowly and when he reached his glans, he pushed it back in all the way. He saw that Vince was still struggling with his fat cock, but he also saw that the boy was starting to enjoy it, and Rick began to slide his cock slowly in and out of Vince's now gaping pussy. Rick felt and saw that Vince's sphincter had surrendered and that Vince now had a pussy. A pussy that served men like him. A pussy that needed to be fucked, filled with cock and cum. R: Take another sniff of the poppers, boy. Then I'll let you feel how real men fuck. Vince sniffed the poppers a few more times and felt the warmth wash over him again. V: Oh sir, fuck me. The pain is completely gone, master. This feels so heavenly. Rick didn't know if it was a wrong choice of words on Vince's part, but the word Master turned him on completely. R: Fuck yes, boy. Not only am I going to make you a slut, but you're also going to be my slave. You're just asking to be mine completely. The beast in Rick came back to the surface and this time Rick couldn't hold it back or stop it. He felt that Vince's pussy could take his eruption and he started thrusting hard into Vince's pussy. Vince began to moan loudly, breathing heavily and begging for more. This was the best thing he had ever experienced in his entire life. This was so much better than jerking off his own cock and spraying his cum all over his stomach. This was what he was made for, this was the feeling he had been missing his entire life. Feeling a fat big cock penetrating his ass and filling his intestines completely. Feeling himself being stretched open, feeling a man celebrating his urges in his pussy. Feeling hard thrusts and the slapping of a man's balls against his ass. Vince moaned, he looked at Vince and let him know he was enjoying it. He let Rick know he could go further, fuck him completely raw. He let him know he was all his and that from now on he was his slut and slave. V: Fuck me, master, make me yours. Fill me with your fat cock. Fuck, oh fuck, fuck me harder. Make my pussy all yours. Rick had turned into a beast, a beast that wanted to transform a boy into a slut, and he heard what Vince wanted from him, he heard Vince begging to be his, and Rick started pounding even harder. The sling swung back and forth violently and the metal pipes began to squeak. Rick had never fucked one of his sluts so hard before. This was also a first for him. " " It was the first time a slut had made him so beastly horny and hungry. Rick could no longer control himself and he growled loudly. R: Dirty boy. I'm going to make you the dirtiest slut and slave. You will be mine and you will remain mine forever. Do you understand that? Rick wanted to take the boy and he untied Vince's legs and took him out of the sling with his cock still in Vince's pussy. He threw Vince on the bed and Vince felt his pussy empty again. Rick lay on top of Vince and kissed him. R: Hmmmm, you make me so fucking horny, slut. You make me so fucking wild that I have to fight not to fuck you to pieces. V: Fuck me hard, master. I'm all yours. R: Dirty slut. Don't say that because I would destroy your pussy and I want to have a lot of fun with that hole of yours. Rick sat up straight and showed Vince his stiff, fat cock. Rick's cock was completely wet with Vince's pussy juice and covered in blood from Vince's torn pussy. R: Taste your pussy, slut. Taste where my cock has been fucking so hard. Taste the cock that turned your ass into a pussy. Vince got down on all fours, opened his mouth, and took the wet cock into his mouth, and when he tasted his own pussy, he started moaning. Rick took another crystal from the bag on the bed and pushed it with his finger into Vince's bleeding, gaping pussy. R: Hmmmmmm, your pussy isn't so tight anymore, slut. My cock has torn your hole wide open and given you a gaping hole. Fuck, hmmmm. Rick fingered Vince's pussy while he was being sucked off, and when he saw that Vince was starting to moan again because he felt the burning sensation again, he pulled his cock out of Vince's mouth. He sat behind Vince, put his hand on Vince's head, and pushed his head into the bed. He put his wet, clean-licked cockhead against Vince's gaping, pulsating pussy and pushed his fat cock back into the moist, warm cave. Vince was in ecstasy, feeling the heat intensify as the crystal melted in his intestines and the fat cock pushed the crystal deeper and deeper into his bowels. Vince felt like the slut he was about to become. His true nature was now fully awakened, and he moaned and pushed his ass in rhythm with Rick's thrusts. Vince felt Rick's filled balls slap against his ass with every thrust, and now that he was on all fours and his hands were free, he stuck his hand between his legs to feel the fat cock sliding in and out of his pussy. Vince felt Rick's cock and he felt it sliding in and out of his pussy, he felt the blood and fluid running out of his hole and the balls slapping against his hand. R: You dirty boy. Do you want to see my fat cock sliding in and out of your pussy? V: Yes, master, I want to see the pussy you made and see your fat, delicious cock sliding into it. Rick took his cell phone and started filming. R: Spread your ass, slut. Show me your pussy. Vince spread his ass cheeks and while Rick fucked him, he filmed his cock sliding in and out of Vince's pussy. After filming for a few minutes, he threw the cell phone back on the bed. R: You can watch that later, slut. But first, I'm going to give you my gift. First, I have to make you completely mine and pump my DNA and virus into your pussy and turn you into a real slut. That's what you wanted, isn't it, boy? V: Yes, master, fill me with your toxic load. Make me completely yours. Rick growled loudly and fucked harder and harder, pushing Vince's head deeper into the mattress and Vince moaned loudly. He felt Rick fucking him even harder and Vince enjoyed every thrust he got in his new pussy more and more. He heard Rick growl loudly and suddenly he stopped thrusting. Vince felt Rick lie down on top of him with his full weight and moan loudly and intensely. R: FUUUUUUCK, take my DNA, you dirty slut. From now on, your ass is mine, bitch. Rick sprayed away Vince's virginity and innocence with his infectious seed. Vince felt his ass being filled with Rick's warm cum, and that gave him a feeling of satisfaction. Although he still wanted more, it felt as if he was now a real slut. Rick caught his breath and pulled his cum and blood-covered cock out of Vince's gaping, filled-up ass and offered his cock to Vince. R: Lick the cock that made you a slut clean, slut, and taste and swallow the cum that will transform you. Vince eagerly opened his mouth and took the cum-covered cock into his mouth. It was the first time he had tasted cum and it was heavenly, the taste of the cum filling his mouth and triggering his taste buds and making him crave for more. Rick fell onto the bed and pulled Vince close to him. Vince laid his head on Rick's hairy chest and a grin appeared on both men's faces. Vince was still heavily tripping and got scared, scared that Rick would drop him now that he had been able to fuck him and fill him with his cum. Vince didn't want this to be the only time Rick fucked him. Vince wanted him to be Rick's his regular slut and slave, and tears began to run from his eyes. Rick saw tears running down Vince's face. R: Not satisfied, slut, or do you regret what you did? V: No, sir, but I'm afraid that now you've fucked me, you'll dump me like you do with other sluts. Because I never saw the same slut here. It was always different ones. Rick had to laugh and understood Vince's fear. R: Don't worry, slut. I'm not done with you yet. This was just a preview, your first lesson. You still have so much to learn, and the way you've done it so far, there's a good chance you'll become my regular slut. R: How long were your parents away? V: Normally they're gone for three days, but they might travel on to visit family and then stay away for another week or two. Rick grinned. R: Can you check? Vince crawled out of bed, still unsteady on his feet. When he stood up straight, he felt Rick's cum running out of his pussy. He wanted to wipe it off, but Rick stopped him. He picked it up with his fingers and stuck his cum-covered finger in Vince's mouth. R: Don't let anything go to waste, slut, and wait a minute, I'll close your pussy so my load stays nicely inside you. Rick took a butt plug and bent Vince over. He pushed the plug into Vince's pussy, and Vince felt the emptiness disappear from his ass and gasped for breath as he felt the plug slide into place. He stood up and at first it felt strange to walk around with his ass filled, but he was still too high to think about it too much, so he went outside and took his phone. He sent a message to his parents asking how long they would be gone and went back inside. When he lay back down in bed with Rick, he received a message back from his mother. She asked why he was asking. Vince replied that he was planning to go on a trip with a friend and wanted to know if he should lock up the house or not. His mother replied that he could do so because they would be away for another two weeks, visiting family. That was music to Rick's ears. The boy didn't know what he was getting himself into. R: Good, slut. Then I can take you with me for the next few weeks and train you further. Tonight you'll stay here, I'll fill you up a few more times and train your pussy some more, and tomorrow you'll lock up your house and from then on, the gloves come off. From then on, you'll be my slut, my property, and I'll take you and use you however I want. Do you understand? Vince's heart began to beat fast, not out of fear but out of joy and excitement. What would Rick do to him and what else would he learn from this wonderful man? V: Yes, sir.

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

Dc here (Petworth area)

Anyone else into being photographed or videoed while you suck or get fucked and they keep the pics/vids? I have always loved it. Way back before digital cameras I would use a Polaroid instant camera to take pics while I sucked cock. I had probably 150 pics but sadly I accidentally left them behind when I moved from PA. Somebody has those pics 😁 Jump forward to digital cameras and cell phones and I began asking guys all the time if I could snap a few pics while I sucked them. They always said yes. I also always take pics while I suck at the gloryhole. My profile pic is me sucking my cousin's cock. He took the pic. My regular feeder for 9.5 years loved it. He used my phone to take dozens of videos and hundreds of pics while I serviced him. Then one day I was sucking off one of his friends and I glanced over to see him recording me with his phone. Then he asked the guy for his phone and took some pics of me sucking his cock. When I switched to my feeders cock the guy used his phone to take more pics of me. That's when I realized I liked the idea of other guys having pics and video of me sucking cock. One day guy I was sucking off a guy that I regularly serviced and I heard a click and glanced up to see he had a digital 35mm camera. He said "Don't worry. I am not getting your face." and I told him to zoom out so he could. He was surprised and asked if I was sure and I confirmed I was, then spent about 10 minutes posing for pics while sucking his cock and balls. He took pics on several other occasions and even set up a little Handycam once and videoed a full suck session. Anyone else?

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

Kind of nervous but excited daddy told me today that he will piss in my mouth on Sunday he's been wanting to feed me his pills forever but it never happened I've taken his come I've been pissed on but I never tasted it anything I should expect I don't want to disappoint him

I'm ass up right now hitting my poppers in an unlatched sleazy motel room along the interstate taking loads from anyone that walks in. Write a sniffies profile headline for me? I'll paste the best one in my profile. I love anonymous, pump and dump, slaps and spits, just a faggot good boy here 🥰😘

Used the first headline... Took 7 or 8 loads lost count, just sent out the room number immediately to anyone that messaged. 😈🤤

Anyone else getting a bizarre screen (bright white with large black text) come up whilst on this site, referring to 'Error 500' and saying there are 'too many connections' to the site? I don't do IT so have no idea about this. It started about 24-36 hours ago (its 11:00 GMT now). Its happened about six times and I've been able to 'back arrow' to the previous page I was on, except for just now when the screen appeared repeatedly (five or six times), before my main google/firefox screen appeared. I went straight back in again and tried to search 'Error 500' on the site, but the result was to get the error screen again? It seemed so odd. When I googled to ask if the site was 'up' or not, instead of many returns, I hardly got any (they said the site was up), which was also odd. So much so, that I wondered if someone had launched a cyber attack on the site or it was some attempt to ID memebers? Given the theme of the site, its always a possibility. I just tried my on site search again (so I could post a copy of the screen message with this post) but it failed to appear this time. If it appears in the future, I'll be sure to take a screenprint and add it here. Is anyone else getting this issue or is it my laptop?

If a website uses sse (server side events) whenever you have too many tabs open up you create too many threads, and browser will tend to limit the number of active threads to a site. Generally this is about 6 tabs. SSE is generally used for things like push notifications, like for chat

very cute 😛

Somewhere out on the internet, I'm sure that there are pic and vids of me being used like the cheap faggot cocksucker/cumdump that I am.

All poppered up and horny at 1 in 10. Booth 7 - cum breed me no loads refused Here until 2 pm

I had a big fistfight with a guy in high school. I didn't like him. Never did. He didn't like me either. A few years after high school I answered an ad on Craigslist one day to a guy wanting a no-strings blowjob (the only kind I give). The cock pic he shared in the ad looked delicious. I wanted it bad. When I got to our meeting place I was shocked to see him. He was clearly shocked to see me. There was a moment where we both hesitated, the he pulled out his cock and said "Get on your knees." I did. I hated it, but his cock was delicious and he was skilled at feeding it to me. He would facefuck me for a minute or two, then let go and let me worship it all on my own. After maybe 15 minutes he pulled his cock from my mouth and stepped back and said "Do you want my cum?" I said I did. He smiled, clearly taking pleasure in my submission, and said "Say it" to which I replied "I want to eat your cum, please." He stepped forward and I went back to sucking him. He stood there with his hands on his hips, leaning back slightly watching me suck it. He said "Hope you're hungry" then came in my mouth. After he finished feeding me and pulled his cock from my mouth he ran his finger along the underside of his shaft and milked a big drop of cum to the tip and held it out for me to lick off. I sucked him off several times after that. I hated seeing him, but loved his cock and cum. After he fed me he always smirked like he was enjoying seeing me submit to his cock. Deep down I know part of me enjoyed it even though I couldn't stand him.

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

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

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

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

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

I also got one of these today, although it's the first time I've seen one. There is a reload button on that screen, and for me it worked on the first try.

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Rick walked in. I tried to use the towel to cover me but I didn't have any full bath towels. It was more like a half towel. For some reason I had it more at my chest so it was barely covering my cock that was still hard and poking out. He looked at me trying to cover my cock which was still kind of hard. "Have a nice time with your gf", he said smiling "It was ok. Why do you ask", I replied "Looks like someone had a good time...or not", he smiled back with a feeding look. He was clearly checking out my body. "We fought so no not that good", I said. I couldn't believe i shared that with him. "Sorry about that. What you fight about", he asked. I could see his turgid cock poking thru his sheer shorts and looked. He clearly saw me looking. "That I was late and she wanted to hook up but i told her she couldn't come back here so she got mad.", i told him "Thank you for following the rules", he said smiling. I could see his cock growing hard. Again I tried not to stare. "I also forgot we were supposed to go out tomorrow but told her I had to clean the pool tomorrow." i shared "If you need to be somewhere else thats fine. We didnt say it had to be tomorrow. Its ok.", Rick told me "I know I just wanted to do it for you. I am thankful for you allowing me to stay for free and wanted to show my appreciation.", I said "And she was in a mood and didnt want to hang out with her. I just needed some space.", I continued He moved closer and put his hand on my shoulder. I could smell his scent again. "Thank you. I am glad you appreciate it. You are always free to have choice around here. Once in a while I will have strict rules but generally i believe in free choice. Ok?" he said squeezing my shoulders. "Yes thank you", I replied "Your shoulders are tight, turn around", he said He spun me around and started to rub my shoulders. It felt good. I was tight from packing and stuff and just stress. He kept massaging me and could feel something touch the small of my back. He stepped in closer massaging me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and suddenly feel his cock poking the small of my back. His scent was strong. I was starting to feel so relaxed and my head spinning a bit. "You ok", he asked "Yeah feels really good", I said moaning "Yeah your tight", he said while massaging harder. I was relaxed but could feel his now hard cock poking me. "Thank you that was great im good now", I said stepping foward and turning around. It was the first time I really looked at his face. He was handsome with his moustache. His face looked a little tired and like he has loss weight over time. We were no more than 18 inches apart. He squeezed my shoulders a couple times and the asked can he take a piss now. We both laughed and I said sure and moved past him. We both faced each other and I was trying to keep cover and my cock brushed up lightly against his leg. "Ohh sorry about that", I said blushing "Not a problem at all. We are both men and have our needs. Our cocks sometimes have a mind of their own", he said pulling out his cock to take a piss. It was huge and turgid. It looked at least 9 inches and thick. He pulled it out and started to stroke it and looked at me. He clearly wanted to show it off to me. I couldn't help but stare in awe of it. I heard him talk but couldn't hear as I was focused on looking at his mammoth meat. "Hello", Rick said "Oh yes sorry", I replied "See something you like", he said stroking his now hard cock "Uh no just never seen one that big", I said back defensively "Really you have a decent size meat. Show me", Rick said "Uhh I don't think that's right", i said softly "Cmon we are just guys. Show it to me now", he said in a nicely but sternly I dropped the towel and showed him my also now hard cock. I had a descent cock. It was just under 7 inches. (yes I measured) with average thickness. My gf always raved about my cock and couldn't get enough. "Hmmm that's a nice cock. Your gf like it?, he asked "Thanks. Yeah she does" I replied "I bet you make her crazy with that thing. Your a hot guy", he said still stroking his cock. My eyes watching "Yeah she does. She creams all over it and cums hard on it", I shared. Again not sure why as i was saying it out loud. "I bet. She just enjoys being fucked. Enjoys your cock in her making her cum over and over", he said rhythmically "Yeah", I said stroking my cock He started to pee out of his massive meat which snapped me out of it. "I better go its been a long day. Good night", I said. "Good night and pleasant dreams", he said.

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

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

My uncle started fucking me bareback when he was 25 y/o. Since I stopped at his place almost every day after school, by the time I graduated high school, I was a pretty experienced cumdumpster. After about 2 months of frequent and regular fucking/breeding sessions, my uncle started to invite his friends over to fuck and breed me as well. I'm sure having many different guys fucking me when I was young had a lot to do with my enjoyment of having many different partners. Since I love variety, my norm is to have ongoing sex with established fuckbuds as well as new guys fucking and breeding me too. I like a mix of fuckbud breeding sessions and 1st-time/one-off breeding by guys I'll likely never see again. I love hooking up with guys from outside my location who are traveling in my area. A lot of my breeding travelers are married [to women] men. Of the thousands of times I've been fucked, I know that the number of condom fuckings is less than 10—some were at parties when I was getting gangfucked and was more interested in quantity, so some guys who slid into me were wrapped. I certainly have turned down opportunities to get fucked because a guy wouldn't go bareback. I've never explicitly coerced any guy to fuck bareback, but I make it quite clear up front that I hate condoms; never use them. I choose not getting fucked if it isn't bareback. In general, guys who are hungry to fuck ass will bareback rather than walk away. A horny man who's all worked up to fuck is a beautiful thing . . . and my cum-hungry fuckhole knows that most will go bareback—especially when my hole is sloppy and oozing cum from guys who already bred me. Most guys love fucking holes that are already loaded—at least the guys that my fuckhole crosses paths with.

Since I never got to play as a teen, I wish I could go back to 14 for a month. Then, I could play as much as I wanted.

DC Adams Morgan with me and my big daddy cock

I have been in heat this month. Longer than normal it seems. I have come to a couple realizations. One is that I used to say I never felt more like a man than when I am getting bred. I thought about that more over the last few weeks and I realized that the feeling is that I know my purpose and I feel like myself. I am male and I don’t negate that, but I feel during and after breedings a sense of completion. Like this was how it is suppose to be. It can be annoying when I am in a truck stop parking lot at 10:00 on a week night cruising for cock. Or spending hours in a small booth in a video store with my pussy pressed up to a glory hole waiting for someone to come by and breed me. In the end I know what I am and we can put any label we want on it. It’s just simply at pease.