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I woke up this morning extremely horny. I’m bi married, not on prep currently as I hadn’t been hooking yo with anyone in the past year. Also hadn’t been fucking the wife due to some medical issues she had so she prefers my tongue. I went to gym, swam, showered, douched and headed out to run some errands. After the first one there was a guy on sniffles not far from where I was. He was hosting and looking eat someone’s and suck their dick. I hadn’t blown my load in a while so I said why not. I got to his place, he was hot, clean, and hung. I dropped my shorts so he could start sucking me and started rubbing his cock. After a few he turned me around so he could eat my ass. His tongue was really working my hole for like 10 minutes then I felt him licking up my back and his cock started pushing at my hole. I hadn’t planned to bottom but it felt so good. I started to pull away a bit since he was still bare but he fingered my hole some more and then lined back up. my ass was wet and he pushed his head into me. Once that happened I moaned and tried to relax to take more of him. he continued fucking me for a few morning minutes until he tensed up and blew his load on my ass. I felt it hot in my hole and couldn’t believe I let him breed me raw unprotected. i was still horny so I rolled over sitting on his couch, his load dripping from my hole. He started sucking my cock and I blew my load down his throat. I had to run as I needed to get home. We saved eachother on sniffles and said we’ll fuck again. that was only the first load I took that day …. i went home and took a doxy and started taking my prep again. I have a feeling it won’t be the last load …

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** My previous story “The Ten” in intertwined with this story. You can read that here: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/77207-the-ten/ CHAPTER 7: “AT LAST…IT HAD TO BE HIM” Matthew Hill, MD and the nurse from his practice, Keith, who featured prominently in the airplane dream Dr. Hill had, waited by the baggage carousel for Dr’s bags. Matthew had met his handsome nurse and poz alpha predator Keith at the airport and blurted out what Keith had longed to hear – that it was Keith’s powerful strain of HIV that the young doctor wanted to get him over the line. Keith had waited a long time to hear that – ever since he fucked the young med student through the glory hole at the infamous bathhouse back in college. Oh, Keith knew who he was fucking then, and he knew who Matthew was when he went for the nursing job in his office. He took special pleasure and pride in pozzing up the ones who initially resisted…it was a personal challenge to him to break down the defenses and to get his infected seed deep up a guy’s hole and into the bloodstream where it can flourish. Turning guys poz was an indescribable and hedonistic delight, and once poz, as every member of The Ten finds out, it becomes a basic necessity to spread the gift of HIV as often as possible, to as many as possible. Keith, and all of The Ten, was part of that new community of poz brothers, impelled by sheer biological need to replicate their viral status. And spreading it was something Keith was especially good at, as evidenced by the 7 dark X’s tattoed across his furry belly. He was pozfather to at least 70 guys already but this latest endeavor with Matthew would be extra special for him. “I don’t know, “Matthew began, still waiting for the bags to arrive, and after a few moments of an uncomfortable silence, “it doesn’t make sense medically, but maybe I was waiting somehow for you to be the one.” He leaned in close to Keith who wrapped his muscular hairy arms around the young doctor and whispered to him “I know I’ve been waiting….all this time so conflicted – wanting you to go poz from one of the other guys, but at the same time, hoping against hope you’d have to come to me to make it happen. And now it will happen.” Finally, they gathered up the luggage and went out to Keith’s car parked in the airport garage, but instead of the front seats, they both headed for the back seats. Keith was going to plant the poz flag into Matthew’s ass right here and now, in the parking garage. His thick cock strained against his jeans and as Matthew undid the button-fly and released the pozzing tool, the 0g PA glistened in the faint light of the parking garage. As Matthew went to get in the back seat of the car, Keith interrupted him: “Change of plans - no, not in the car - up against that column!” pointing to a cement pillar. The young doctor did as he was told and leaned up against the pillar, dropping his trousers and exposing his round little hole for the poz predator man about to inseminate him. “Risky fucking is so much more hot, I’m gonna seed you all over town, starting here in this garage,” Keith said, as cars passed by on their way to parking spaces, the two men fucking in the corner, only partially shielded by the other vehicles. If anyone came to claim their car in the vicinity of the pair of writhing sex gods, they’d get quite an eyeful and earful, as Keith plunges his pierced toxic AIDS-gun deep inside Matthew’s hole, a deep and violent hip thrust accompanying the entry into the young doctor’s pussy. “Yeah, I got a three-day load saved up…it’s been years since I went more than a few hours without spreading my seed…ever since I pozzed up, you just need to breed and replicate. But I held off for you, Matthew” Keith exclaimed, pistoning his fat poz dick in and out of the doctor’s hole. “Getting close, whore,” he said as his breathing heightened and Matthew’s moans of pleasure and pain filled the stagnant air of the garage. Keith unloaded his massive three-day load of HIV deep up the doctor’s cunt, slamming his body against the cold concrete column. It was only after a few more minutes of grinding and thrusting that Keith withdrew the pozzing tool, dripping with lube and a few drops of toxic seed, some of which was from Solomon, the motel clerk, and Mitch Greene from Boston, which fell onto the dirty garage floor. Matthew saw this and got down and licked the drops of precious semen off the dirty, oil-stained garage floor. This surprised even a pozzing pro like Keith, who admired the young doctor’s dedication in not wasting a drop of the viral prize. As the two disentangled themselves and pulled their clothes back on, a round of applause rang out and they turned around to see 2 older guys, each around 70, wheeling luggage behind them, and obviously a long-term couple, smiling and one saying to the other: “Remember, Bill, when we were pigs like that!” and they went on their way. Getting back into the car, the two of them exited the garage, Matthew’s head resting in Keith’s lap and reaching a hand into Keith’s unzipped shorts and holding the poz penis that Matthew knew would bring him into the beautiful brotherhood of poz men seeded and pozzed by The Ten, which had chapters all over the world now. How many men the world over have been impregnated with HIV by The Ten, Matthew wondered as Keith silently drove. Few words were exchanged, but Matthew and Keith already felt the deep bond of chaser and pozzer. Keith drove on, and eventually arrived at the next pozzing spot he had planned – the old bathhouse where over 10 years’ prior, Keith first fucked and bred Matthew through a glory hole – the special glory hole that local chasers knew, and still know, is where you go for a toxic load of cum in one’s hole. And so it was in less than 15 minutes later that Keith deposited the second enormous load of toxic poz cum deep up the cunt of his employer, Dr. Matthew Joon Hill. But of course, for a alpha poz predator like Keith, 2 fucks was never gonna be enough, especially after waiting 3 days to unload, which might not be a long time for most guys, but for a poz predator breeding machine like Keith, it felt like an eternity. After a brief rest in their shared tiny compartment at the sex club, Keith led Matthew to an open area where live sex shows would occasionally be held. Propping him on the fuck bench with his hole, already laden with two HIV loads, was exposed for the gathered clientele to see. Keith made an announcement that brought all the men over to where they were. “Hi boys, I’m gonna fuck and breed my boyfriend here with a big poz load of cum. You’re free to use his mouth if you want, but his hole is for me and me alone, so we know for sure I’m the one who upgrades that ass to poz status!” With that, men formed a line at Matthew’s mouth and by the time Keith had gotten his cock into the hole for the 3rd time today and started to thrust, Matthew had already taken 3 loads of stranger cum in his mouth. The mouth assault continued as Keith neared his inevitable poz climax and with heaving thrusts and loud bellows, he loaded the young doctor up with a third unmedicated volley of poz seed, while Matthew’s mouth worked overtime to serve the row of men lined up. He took 12 loads of rando cum down his throat to match the 3 AIDS-brews Keith dumped in his hole. “Thanks, guys,! Keith called out as the last man, an elder Daddy of about 80, shuddered and shook and shot his load into the doctor’s mouth. “Show’s over,” gotta get this whore home and continue the breeding program!” Once they got back to Keith’s apartment, he threw Matthew onto the bed. “Yeah, whore, all that risky sex gets me so fucking hot,” Keith remarked, pulling down Matthew’s trousers and opening up his legs to reveal a well-worn hole, beads of sweat and cum clinging to the lightly furry opening. Keith dove his tongue deep into the cunt of his prey, now a perfect O-shaped repository for his viral, unmedicated AIDS-seed. His fat pierced cock growing to full-mast yet again, Keith plunged it up the doctor’s worn out pussy and resumed the deep, methodical unmerciful pillaging of Matthew’s insides, more HIV-laden pre-cum already flowing from Keith’s engorged cockhead into the young doctor’s negative hole, and then soon followed by yet more cumsplosions of virus deep up the doctor’s guts. Keith added a few more deep thrusting motions for good luck and as he withdrew, he replaced his dripping pozzing tool with a buttplug to keep all the beautiful HIV jizz inside the young doctor, soaking into his bloodstream. Keith felt like finally, after literally hundreds of loads from scores of toxic poz men, that his employer, the young doctor, would finally see 2 bright red lines on the home test in three weeks, and finally see an official lab confirmation a few days after that. But he was having too much fun impregnating the young doctor, once such a fierce condom and “safe-sex” advocate, and doing so in all sorts of risky places: One night they snuck into their old college dormitory, now co-ed, after being male-only when they were in school. The showers on the 4th floor was where Keith got pozzed way back over 10 years ago by Ric and/or Mateo. He remembered those days fondly, for the thrill of his chase, while not as long as Matthew’s was today, still gave him such excitement even after all these years. Once Keith did poz up, the virus was near-unstoppable inside him in the quest to be spread to as many men as Keith could. That night in the glory hole where he first bred Matthew he remembered fondly, as that was the first sex after he got over his fuck flu. His strain was especially virulent so soon after infection, and he fucked and bred 5 guys that night, the young med student Matthew being the last one. Oh, he knew who Matthew was then -- he was the one Ric and Mateo couldn’t get to, and it filled him with devilish glee that his poz cum was first up inside the young Matthew and not his makers Ric and Mateo. After the escapade back at the dorm showers, he dragged Matthew out to the track oval and in the dim light of 2am, fucked him and sent another AIDS-armada deep up Matthew’s cunt, right there in the open. Was anyone watching? Keith didn’t care. His bug demanded to be spread, where and when it wanted. And more risky encounters followed: The back of the abandoned mall, the restroom of a fancy restaurant, the aerial tram up the mountain from Palm Springs…guys coming down the mountain in the other tram got an eyeful and broke into cheers and applause as they passed the two men writhing and fucking suspended in the air. By this time, Keith had been inseminating Matthew a few times per day for several weeks. The big “retirement from pozzing” party for Eric in Lake Tahoe was coming up and Keith knew his BF (for they were BFs by now), would surely get many toxic loads there. Poz disruptors like Randy, Sir Mack, 5-shot Frankie and others were all going to be there…but he was determined to be the pozzer of Matthew and so when Dr. Matthew Hill came down with flu-like symptoms and took to bed for a few days, Keith smiled with pride at his handiwork, which they later confirmed with the home test and two bright lines! “Thank you, thank you!” was all the young doctor, laden with 102F fever and chills could say as Keith stroked his hair and fed him chicken soup. Their bond complete, Keith and Matthew went from being “Doctor and Nurse,” or ‘Employer/Employee,” to lifelong partners. So when the Tahoe weekend rolled around, Keith brought along Matthew and they pretended Matthew was still negative…they’d spring the happy news of the poz test at the end of the weekend, so Keith could claim his prize. Matthew spent the Tahoe weekend being passed around and used at will by the gang of poz toxic men. He was thrilled to take repeated loads from his friends Sir Mack and Frankie as well as the original pozfather of this group of The Ten, Eric the tattoo artist, and his patient Randy, now joined to Matthew as poz brothers carrying Keith’s potent HIV seed inside them. On the final night of rampant fucking, Keith announced to all there that the young doctor got his positive results and proudly displayed the 3 home tests they took. They handed one of them to Eric, for Matthew Hill had decided his first poz-centric tattoo would be one of the test kit with it’s 2 bright red lines, the lines being barbed-wire and pointy, a few tiny drops of blood dripping from them. All the assembled pozzers broke out in applause at Matthew’s conversion and he and Keith left Tahoe and all the way back to L.A. in the car, they hardly said anything, but their connection and bond was unmistakable. Matthew’s conversion was long – years and years, actually, with hundreds of poz-toxic loads in the process, from many men. He surmised it had actually begun by knowing Ric and Mateo all those years ago in college – the seed being planted in his mind, if not his hole. A few weeks later, a beautiful “Happy Father’s Day” card arrived in the mail for Keith, from Ric and Mateo, living their best poz life on the ranch. Circles closed and completed, with new ones forming - the poz brotherhood and Matthew continued on in his thriving medical practice serving out, proud, poz men - some on meds, some not, he understood now the pull of poz, having experienced it for himself. Naturally, Keith and now Matthew continued to poz up chasers at will, bringing more and more men into the wonderful poz brotherhood. It made him a much better doctor, and he and Keith worked side-by-side in the practice for years to come, in love and proudly POZ. THE END

That's right - they're in several of @chi4loads stories (many thanks!!), including here: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/

Lately, my guys nut’s calculated a surprising 1.69 lbs of semen, 1oz of seed or two tablespoons ejaculated no one remotely close to pulling out 6 guys taken uni dorm, 3 gentle men on business trip, 16 loads from bathhouse BB Bash, went home insatiably addicted to seed and greedily demanded 2 loads from new roomie, (second experience hes starting to find cummy holes irresistible) 27 loads, there’s 16 oz in a lb, so my guts revived pumped 1.69 lbs of cum on cumfest Friday the 13th. The drip was real. Cumfarting all day only made the restroom smell like semen, and me more horny.

On Wednesday I met a leather dom top and friend. I arrived and got practically raped as my pants were taken off and got bound to his bed over a few pillows. Tied up my balls tight. They went to town on my ass for when it seems an hour. Got a few good loads after my hole was wrecked. Still sore today

continued Standing on the patio with everyone with their shirts off, my uncle behind me rubbing his crotch in my ass crack and his hands reaching around front and down my crotch with the top button on my jeans undone, I looked the three guys across from me, in particular the dirty blonde stud, and said, “let’s go fuck.” They smiled and said, “right behind ya.” I turned and began to walk to the door from the patio to the inside, the others followed me. As we were snaking our way back inside, the eyes of the others turned towards us as we reach up to put our shirts back on. Winding my way through the bar to the front door we placed our glasses on the bar and walked across the street to the bathhouse. Entering the door, the man at the desk buzzed my uncle and I in as the three others opened their wallets for their IDs and cash. My uncle and I passed through the door and climbed the stairs, unlocked the door to our room and with the door open, stripped, He grabbed my cock, slowly stroking it and I reached for his massive tool with my left hand as I reached to tweak his nipple with my right. He nodded and we exits the room to made our way totally naked back to the video room. He sat on the bench, leaned back, spread his legs and began to watch the porn playing on the screen. I sat next to him and watched two men in their 30s fucking around in the room. After a few minutes, the three men, wrapped in their towels, entered the room, One man immediately dropped to his knees and began to service my uncle while the other two lifted me, one kneeling and taking my cock into his mouth while the other slid behind me, reached around and began to play with my nipples. The man was a skilled cock sucker and my tool hardened quickly. The man behind me continued to grind his cock into my ass and I could feel it getting stiff. The man kneeling and sucking my uncle stood and said, “let go to our room.” My uncle stood and we all filed out of the video room and into the hall. We walked down the hall to the room that the three had rented. Opening the door the tv was playing porn. All five entered and the door shut. I looked over to the table and two large jars of elbo grease were open. I reached in and took some grease and began to message my cock. The blonde man had a huge cock which he lathered up with elbo grease. He pressed me towards the bed. I lodged up next to the bed and bent over. Another guy grabbed his phone and began to make content as the dirty blonde rubbed his cock up and down my crack and began to slowly enter my hole. Uncle move behind the dark haired dude who was across from me and slapped his cock against his crack. Dropping a load of spit on his cock, unc began to work his massive tool into the hole of the dude across from me. He reached over to me, took me head, and began to force his tongue into my mouth. With a cock in my hole and a 30 something tongue in my mouth, getting spir roasted, I was getting started. I looked over to my uncle and he nodded as he began to work the man’s hole. With the dirly blonde thrusting in and out of my hole, I watched as the dude my uncle was fucking flipped onto his back. Watching with delight, I gazed at his defined chest and followed his treasure trail down his cock and crack which was in the process of being destroyed by my uncle. He had his ankles firmly in his hands, his ass lifted slightly off the mattress, and was thrusting into his hole. My uncle’s cock and balls slapping against his ass caused my cock to stiffen. I looked across at the man’s crotch and noticed a scorpion below his navel. Liking what I saw, and actively worked to become a power bottom. Watching my uncle destroy the dudes ass, feeling the cock thrusting in and out of my hole, seeing the scorpion tattoo. Looking over at the dude filming our content. I knew the night was just beginning. I was not going to cum, not allow the dude in me to cum. We were going to be flipping and making great content. The dude across from me was moaning and I watched as my uncle’s massive cock pulled out of his hole, my uncle walked across the room and opened the door so other’s could watch or join in the fuckfest. Strutting back toward his waiting hole, he returning to the pounding as other began to watch from the doorway. The dude with the phone was focusing on my teen hole getting reamed and my uncle skillfully destroying the hole of the dude across from me. Fixing my eyes on the scorpion above the crotch of the dude my uncle was fucking, I began to take in the smell of the poppers and sweat in the room, and listen to the beat of the music playing in the backround. As people gathered at the door I noticed the dude with the biohazard tatt. His cock was erect and ready for action. He looked at my uncle, who then pulled out of the hole the dude across from me, and walked over and began to work the dudes hole. The biohazard tatt working the scorpion hole made my teen muscle cock want to cum. Not ready to I stood erect and the dude pulled out of my hole. I moved to the head of the bead and watched my uncle fuck the shit out of the scorpion tattooed dude. Another guy, probably in his later 30s, walked into the room, laid on his back, and began to get fucked by the biotat dude. I moved in and shoved my cock down the throat of the dude getting fucked. The biotat dude reached over and began to tweak my nipples. Obviously he was into teen jock meat. I looked over and my uncle nodded his head in agreement. It felt good to have a 30 something playing with my chest as I fucked the dudes throat, and my uncle watching in agreement. His nephew had cum into his own. Out seed was being planted as content was being made. The generational fuck studs where having their desires met. No boundary too far.

bbc vs my little meth dick

I would so bake Black Buns into Thy Oven weekly.

So… remember this story? 😅 Turns out real life decided to become the main plot for a while, but I’m back—and so is this. Thanks for hanging in there if you did. And if you’re just joining again, perfect timing. Here’s the next chapter! Part 18: Hippocratic Oath Versus Primal Urge: A Doctor's Surrender The sterile, clinical environment of the STD clinic greets you with its familiar antiseptic smell and fluorescent lights, creating a sense of unease that settles in the pit of your stomach. You approach the receptionist, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. "I need to see this young doctor here – forgot his name... It's urgent," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. The receptionist looks up from her desk, her expression a question mark, rattling off a few of the doctors‘ names. Before she can finish, the young doctor himself appears, walking down the hallway. You recognize him immediately, and your heart skips a beat. "Him," you say, pointing. "I need to see him." The receptionist follows your gaze and nods. "That's Dr. Sebastian Meyer. He's with a patient right now. Please have a seat in the waiting room. He will call you in." You nod and make your way to the waiting room, your mind racing with memories of your last encounters. The first time, he fucked you in his office, but denied you his toxic load. The second time, he found you in the bathroom, your ass still dripping with cum from another encounter, and he finished what he started, marking you as his. Each memory sends a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through your veins. A few minutes later, you are called into his office. Dr. Meyer greets you, his professional demeanor masking the intensity you know lies beneath. His eyes meet yours, and you can see the recognition in his gaze. He knows why you are here, and the tension between the two of you is palpable. "Please, have a seat," he says, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. He settles into his own, the fabric stretching slightly across his chest as he leans forward, his hands clasped on the polished wood. "So," he begins, his voice a carefully measured baritone, "what brings you in today?" "An HIV test," you say, your voice steady, betraying none of the frantic energy thrumming beneath your skin. „Any reason you expect your test could show a different result from last time?“ he asks, his gaze sharp and clinical, though you know it is anything but. He is trying to maintain control, to keep this in the realm of doctor and patient, but you can see the memory of your last encounter flickering behind his eyes. You lean back in your chair, a slow grin spreading across your face. "At least a hundred," you say, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Starting with the toxic load you shot up my ass last time I was here…" The air in the room crackles. A muscle in his jaw tightens, almost imperceptibly. He looks away for a fraction of a second, a telltale sign of the man behind the mask struggling to maintain his composure. He clears his throat, the sound a little too loud in the quiet office. "Alright," he says, his voice a shade rougher than before. He stands and moves to the supply cabinet, retrieving the test kit. His movements are efficient, practiced, but as he turns his back to you, you know he is taking a moment to breathe, to force the memory of your submission, of his own raw, primal release, back into the box labeled 'unprofessional.' He returns, his face once again a mask of clinical detachment. He takes your hand, his fingers cool and firm, but you feel the slightest tremor in them as he draws the blood sample he needs. He places it carefully on the test strip, then sets a timer on his desk. "We'll do a rapid test for some immediate peace of mind, and I'll send this other sample to the lab for the full serology." "Wait outside for the results," he instructs, his voice cool and measured, but there is an underlying tension that betrays his true feelings. He is a doctor trying to do his job, but he is also a man who has spent the last few weeks replaying the memory of breeding you, a man whose cock has hardened at the mere thought of you walking back into his office. And now, here you are. You make your way back to the waiting room, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You sit, trying to appear calm, but your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and memories. As you wait, you find yourself checking out the other patients, the tension in the room palpable. One young guy, in particular, catches your eye. He is lean and muscular, with a cocky smirk that promises trouble. He couldn't be much older than twenty, maybe twenty-two at most, a student or an apprentice, his body still tight and unmarked by the world. He is everything you aren't: young, carefree, and probably still thinks he is invincible. The thought sends a dark, possessive thrill through you. You could be his father. The idea is so wrong, so perfectly depraved, that your own cock begins to stir in response. His gaze is a physical thing, a slow, deliberate slide down from your face to your crotch, where it lingers, hot and heavy. You watch, mesmerized, as his own hand moves to his thigh, his fingers slowly tracing the thick outline of his semi-hard cock snaking down his pant leg. He gives it a firm, possessive stroke, his eyes never leaving yours. It isn't just a look; it's a promise, a filthy invitation spoken without a single word. He is showing you what he has, what he wants to do with it, and he is making it clear that he wants to do it with you. His eyes flick back up to meet yours, a challenge and a question in their depths. He licks his lips slowly, a deliberate, wet gesture, and then, with a confident swagger, he stands up and walks directly past you towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of pure, unadulterated intent in his wake. You can feel the heat radiating from his body as he passes, a silent, electric current that arcs between you, pulling you in. You know, with a certainty that settles deep in your gut, that you will follow him. You have no choice. Your heart races as you follow him, the anticipation building with each step. The bathroom is empty, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant and anticipation. He is already in the last stall, the door left slightly ajar. You push it open and step inside. He is exactly as you'd hoped. He is leaning against the wall, his jeans already undone and pushed down just enough to free his cock. It is hard and ready, a thick, angry-looking shaft jutting out from a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair. He is a top, pure and simple, and he is here to fuck. For a fleeting moment, a memory flashes in your mind: another young man, another student, in this very same stall, fucking you under the divider. You wonder if this is becoming a habit, if this clinic is now your personal hunting ground for eager, young tops. He doesn't waste any time on words. He just grabs your arm, his grip firm and possessive, and spins you around. He bends you over the toilet, your hands braced against the cold, porcelain tank. You feel him move behind you, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the chill of the air on your exposed skin. He kicks your feet apart, spreading your legs, and then you feel the hot, spongy head of his cock pressing against your hole. He looks so innocent, so young, and for a second, a twisted sense of responsibility washes over you. You think you should protect him. "Don't you want to use a rubber?" you ask, your voice a little breathless. "Hell no!" he grunts, his voice a low growl of pure disdain for the very idea. "We're at an STD clinic..." you start, the irony of the situation not lost on you. "Correct," he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. "Just got my diagnosis." Your heart hammers against your ribs. "Neg?" you ask, a sliver of hope cutting through your arousal. "Nope. Not anymore," he says, and the words hit you like a physical blow, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity that shoots straight to your cock. "You will be my first to breed after being diagnosed, daddy!" he groans against your ear, the words torn from him by pleasure, a perfect, filthy acknowledgment of the twisted dynamic between you. The last of your resistance crumbles. The fear is gone, replaced by a desperate, all-consuming hunger. "Breed me!" you beg, your voice a raw, desperate cry. "Breed me with your toxic load!" He doesn't need any more encouragement. With a groan, he slams into you in one brutal, satisfying stroke. The burn is immediate, but it is a welcome pain, a sign of the gift you are about to receive. He fucks you with a relentless, primal rhythm, his hips slapping against your ass, his hands gripping your hips like a vise. He is a young man, but he fucks like an animal, driven by a single, desperate need to pass on his new, permanent status. And you are more than willing to be the recipient. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep and grunts, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside you. He stays there for a moment, panting, then pulls out with a wet, obscene sound. Without a single word, he tucks his spent cock back into his pants, buckles his belt, and pushes past you out of the stall, leaving you dripping and used. You are just a hole to him, a means to an end, and the thought is both humiliating and intensely arousing. As you are pulling up your own jeans, the stall door creaks open. You freeze. It is Dr. Meyer. He is leaning against the doorframe, his posture trying for casual authority but failing. He is so young, his face still holding a boyish softness that his professional demeanor can't quite hide. The scene is sickeningly familiar—it is just like last time, when he found you on the floor of this very bathroom, dripping with another man's cum. His eyes, dark and intense, flick from your flushed face to the young guy's retreating back, then back to you. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his lips, but it is the smile of a young man playing a role, a cub trying on a lion's mane. He knows exactly what he has just interrupted. "I see you've been busy," he says, his voice a low rumble he is clearly forcing to be deeper than it naturally is. "Let's go to my office." He doesn't wait for an answer, just turns and walks, expecting you to follow, a clear assertion of his dominance in this situation. Back in the sterile quiet of his office, he gestures for you to sit. You comply, your heart still racing from the encounter, the young man's load a warm, heavy presence inside you. He picks up the test strip from his desk, the one with your drop of blood on it. He looks at it, then at you. "Your test result is clear. Still negative," he says, his voice tinged with a surprise that is almost mocking. "I must admit, I'm surprised. I thought... after last time..." You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. "What do you mean?" you ask, your voice cocky, steady, teasing him, his professionalism. He leans back in his chair, trying to project a relaxed confidence, but you can see the tension in his shoulders. "I mean, after what happened between us, I thought for sure you would have converted. I guess you've been taking other… risks, haven't you?" he asks, his voice laced with a curiosity that is both professional and deeply, unnervingly personal. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. It is a smug, youthful expression. You shift in your seat, feeling the load in your ass slowly leak out, a dark thrill running through you at his clinical, detached analysis. "Unprotected sex, multiple partners... you know the drill," you reply, matching his confident tone. He is enjoying this. "Given that kind of activity, we should do a full workup. Since you're here. Drop your pants and bend over the exam table." His tone is clinical, but his eyes are anything but. This isn't a suggestion; it's a command. You comply, unbuckling your jeans and letting them fall before leaning over the cold, crinkling paper of the exam table. You feel his fingers on your ass, spreading your cheeks. The cool air hits your exposed, wet hole. You notice then that his fingers are bare, ungloved, a direct violation of protocol that sends a jolt through you. But he doesn't go straight for your hole. Instead, he begins a methodical, humiliatingly thorough examination. "Alright, let's have a proper look," he says, his voice adopting the detached tone of a doctor dictating notes. "Genitalia appear normal, no visible lesions." He reaches between your legs from behind, his hand cupping your balls, lifting and weighing them. He squeezes them, a firm, possessive pressure that makes you gasp. "Testes are heavy, full. Looks like they're not drained often enough. How often do you masturbate?" "Once, twice," you manage, your voice tight. He chuckles, a low, dismissive sound. "Only twice?“ He pauses, his grip tightening slightly. "When was the last time you blew your load into another hole?" "Last night," you grunt. "Only last night?" he asks, the sound dripping with condescension. "You're letting all this build up. No wonder you're so desperate. I have to empty mine at least three times a day just to think straight. Yours feel like they're backing up." His fingers move to your cock, which is already hard and leaking precum onto the paper. He strokes it once, slowly, from base to tip, collecting the bead of fluid on his thumb. "Well, the function of your cock does not seem to be the problem," he comments dryly. "Penis is approximately eighteen centimeters in length... 5 cm short of mine, but still, a notable girth, especially at the base. Cut. Significant vascularity." He pauses, a smirk in his voice. "Not a bad size, I suppose. For a man your age." His fingers then find your PA, the heavy steel ring a familiar weight in his grasp. He tugs on it, rolling it. "Any issues with this? Nice size. A 00-gauge tribal dream ring, if I'm not mistaken. Can cause some serious damage... ever thought about upgrading to an even larger size?" You can only moan in response, your body betraying you, loving the clinical violation. "I'm surprised you don't have a PA to match your nipple piercings. Or are you all talk?" "I'm uncut," he continues, his voice a low, arrogant boast. "I don't need jewelry to make my cock interesting. The foreskin alone provides more sensation than that little piece of metal ever could." He moved back to your ass, his thumbs spreading your cheeks again. "Anal region shows slight inflammation. Perineum is intact." He runs a finger along your perineum, then up to your slick entrance. "Now, cough for me," he commands. You do as he says, and as you cough, your hole contracts, pushing out a small glob of cum. "Hmm," he murmurs, his voice a low, interested hum. "Evidence of recent ejaculate present." He doesn't just use one finger. He presses three, then four fingers against your hole, stretching you, making you gasp. "Sphincter tone is good, but extremely receptive. How many loads have you taken today? Just the one in the bathroom, or more?" "I made a stop at the cruising grounds on my way up here.... 3-4 more from there...." you confess, the words torn from you by the intense stimulation. He chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound. With his four fingers still inside you, he uses them like a scoop, digging into your channel and pulling out a large, milky wad of cum that drips down his wrist. "Very, very receptive," he murmurs, bringing his cum-coated hand up to the light. "Look at this!" his voice a perfect imitation of clinical curiosity. He brings his fingers to his own lips, his eyes locked on yours over his shoulder. He slowly, deliberately licks the cum from his fingers, a soft, wet sound in the quiet room. "Fresh. Very fresh. I guess that's the spunk from our young student. I just told him he's poz and that he should use rubbers until the meds have his VL under control… so much for my skills as a counselor. Did he at least tell you what he was getting you into?" "Hell, yeah – he did," you shoot back, a defiant pride in your voice. "And I begged for it!" He puts his fingers, still slick with his saliva and the young man's cum, up to your mouth and, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, says, "Clean it!" You obey, tasting the mingled flavors on his skin. He then grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Well, you know what? Something has changed," he says, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I used to think of you as just another patient. But seeing you like this....” He is no longer talking about your test results; he is talking about himself, about the wall of his professionalism finally crumbling under the weight of his desire. "You see this?" He grabs his stiff cock through his scrubs, his eyes never leaving yours. The gesture is aggressive, a raw display of the dominant top he is discovering himself to be. "I'm hard just thinking about it. My viral load is high right now, you know. Very potent. I'm hard just thinking about shooting that toxic load deep into your ass and finally giving you what you've been begging for." He leans in closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "This isn't the place for this conversation. But tonight... meet me at the gay bar down the street at 7. We can have a drink and talk. Properly." He releases your chin and steps back, his professional mask sliding back into place, though the fire in his eyes remains. "And maybe, just maybe, we'll come up with a solution to your problem." You leave the clinic, your mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming meeting.

1994 I had stayed a virgin all through college, but that quickly changed as soon as I graduated. I moved to a city with such a visible gay community that I couldn't help but find my way 'over the rainbow'. It was welcoming, warm and usually smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. Also dangerous. It was the Midwest, and the AIDS epidemic had finally made its way here in a major way. A bath house I'd never even gotten a chance to go to was now closed. Adult bookstores disappeared, but gay bars seemed to multiply. Looking back now, I 'd guess there had been twenty of them located in this mid-sized city It was in one of them that I met Benjamin. He knew everybody and had scored us so many free shots that night. He was Cuban and darkly attractive. He was older than me -- by a lot. He'd lied about his age from the beginning. We parted ways that night after exchanging phone numbers. We fucked the night of our first date. He was experienced and couldn't believe I made him wear a condom. He told me he was clean, but I was insistent about safety. I had a new life and a new career, and didn't want to get deathly sick. Benjamin lived farther out from the city...somewhere in a hick-infested neighborhood. Our second date was at his modest house. It seemed nice and decorated like his grandma had picked out all the colors, furniture and little touches here and there. He had a son living with him who was a ridiculously handsome teen (he was actually 22 at the time). Ben claimed he had gotten married at the age of fifteen and I believed him for minute or two. He was a liar and that didn't bode well for us as a couple. He drank gin and tonic, which I'd never tried. It was a fine drink that I grew to love a little too much. This relationship had an expiration date, but I seemed to be the only one who knew it. He introduced me to tons of people...especially at the ratty little tavern near his house. That's where I was introduced to Stan. Stan was Benjamin's hairdresser. He was maybe 30 or a little older. Tall, blonde, lean and a major fashion victim. I hadn't been much interested in what styles trendy. I won't say that Stan was handsome, but there was something appealing about him. He fully owned being gay and I was still learning the ropes. I guess he had a lover and it was news to Ben. "You finally settled down?! Are you being faithful?" "Most of the time." I guess this Stan guy wasn't keeping up with the news. Being afraid of AIDS was a full-time preoccupation for me. "Does he know?" "Oh yeah. He has boys on the side too. It's how we both got the same diseases." THAT's what his appeal was. He was out there enjoying sex and satisfying his inner slut. Nobody lives forever and he was going to get full use of his youth while I was biding my time with Benjamin and being scared of all the consequences of 'having fun'. Stan flitted away among the sparse crowd while Ben and I played darts. For whatever reason, darts were a big thing among the gays in this city. They had leagues and everything. I didn't get it. It was not that much fun to play even when you'd had some drinks in you. But it was a better option than just sitting and trying to have a conversation with my boyfriend. We had almost nothing in common other than being gay. "So he cuts your hair?" "Every month. He's very, very good, but a little expensive. You should let him cut your hair." It drove Ben crazy that I gave no shits about my hair. I normally went to Super Cuts and paid six bucks. It's not like I had a complicated head of hair or anything. "OK. I'll go the next time you go." I surprised both of us by agreeing to go spend forty bucks on a haircut. It seemed to put him in a good mood. He scheduled us for back-to-back appointments with him a week later. I agreed mainly because I wanted to see Stan again. Why? I think you can guess. The salon was much nicer than what I was used to. It even had a 'skin care technician' who wore a white lab coat. Half of the hairdressers there were gay dudes. Ben went first while I sat and looked at one of those big fashion magazines with thick,glossy paper and about fifty cologne samples. The thing was 60% advertising and every page made me feel more and more like the hayseed I was. I didn't belong here. My clothes were mostly from J.C. Penney's and the last person to cut my hair was a homely pregnant chick with a ton of regrettable tattoos and no wedding ring. When it was finally my turn, Benjamin and Stan came out to get me just as I had started thinking of ways to escape. "Ready?" "Let's go." I was led back to the shampoo area which Super Cuts didn't have. Stan said, "Relax and let Janet take care of you while I take a smoke break." Janet was a beautiful young gal who was gentle as she steadied my head at the lip of the sink. The shampoo smelled expensive and she took her time lathering and rinsing. It was wonderful to be pampered like this and I was wishing she'd never stop massaging my scalp. But Stan was back and ready for me. He was dressed very fashionably - with more than a hint of gay slut. Where do you even get clothes like that? "What are you wanting today?" "Something basic. I work in a pretty conservative place and don't want to upset anybody." "I can do conservative -- with an edge. You OK with that?" Was I? I had no idea. I remember being 9 or ten years old and telling my mom that I wanted to be a punk rocker when I grew up. Or a chef. I was undecided at that point. I just nodded and prepared for whatever. I kinda hated facing that big mirror they have at every hair-cutting place. My natural expression had developed into a frown over the years. Sometimes it looked like a scowl. I watched Stan as he maneuvered around me with his comb and scissors. I thought about what he looked like naked, got lost in some fantasies where I was sucking his dick. "How's your boyfriend?" "What? Who?" "When we met a few weeks ago you told Benjamin and I about this guy you were with." "Oh, right. Him. We broke up already. He needed money so he volunteered for a clinical medication study and it fucked him up." "Medication for what?" I could have guessed, but would they really test an AIDS drug here? "H.I.V. There's promising stuff coming - maybe even a cure. He was willing to take a chance that he wouldn't get the placebo. He got his wish, but it damn near killed him. The pills fucked with his heart and he ended up in the hospital. He might still be there for all I know." "I'm sorry." "How are things with you and Ben?" "The same." "That didn't sound very enthusiastic." He had a grin that the devil himself would be proud of. "No. It's just that he wants me to move in with him, and we've only been dating for a few months." I said too much. He and Benjamin were friends and he'd likely tell on me. I couldn't exactly backtrack now. "He's the marrying type. I never have been. I suppose it would be nice, but I've got a wandering eye...always looking for the next fuck." "Yeah. At least you know what your path is. I'm new. I'm 24 and want to see what's out there before I commit." Again...too much info. "Well don't settle down with him. He's a nice guy but very needy. He's old, too." "He's not. He's only 34, right?" "Yeah...if that's code for '45'. He's only three years older than me." I knew it. "..." "He does this all the time. He lies about his age and tries to get cute young guys with a job to move in and help him pay the mortgage on that dumpy house. He might have a good heart, but he is not to be trusted. You're a kid -- go have some fun." He looked into my mirror eyes and winked. "..." I just had no words. "Leave me your phone number and I'll fix you up with some guys around your age." Well, at least I had some dirt on him in case he ever tried to rat me out to Ben. I sensed he wouldn't. I wrote my number on a slip of random paper while he briefly lifted the scissors away from my head. When he was done blow-drying me and applying gel, I thought I looked great. I had a little 'edge' as he'd promised...but it was within my comfort zone. "Perfect!" It was maybe a week later that I finally let go of Benjamin. I retreated back to my apartment in the city and let my answering machine screen all incoming calls. He finally gave up and was probably out scouting for another sucker this very minute. I didn't go right out and enjoy a bunch of sex which I'd planned to do. I was happy being alone and isolated. Books, movies and music were more important to me than bars and dicks. Stan had never called me, and so I went back to Super Cuts which did a good enough job for me. Things were going great for months. And then the phone rang. "Hello?" "What's up?" The voice was familiar somehow. "Hi! How are things?" I still wasn't sure who I was talking to. "Oh, it's been a total mess. I'm not at the salon anymore...it got way too dramatic there." It was Stan. OK. "My mama died and left me her house. I work from there now. The only clients that followed me here were a bunch of old ladies who always liked me for whatever reason. They've been dropping like flies since Christmas and I'm trying to build up a bigger client base." That's why he was calling. He didn't want to do anything gay with me. He wanted a paying customer. "Did Benjamin follow you too?" "Oh...you didn't know? He moved to Florida with some new guy he found." Good for him. I never wished him harm - I only wished I hadn't wasted so much time with him. "I'll give you a deep discount on your first visit." That sounded sexual. I guess he knew he had his charms. "OK. I had a haircut not long ago, but I'll drop by in a month. How's that?" "Good. I work noon to six every day except Monday. I've got another side business going so just call and leave me a message when you want an appointment." He gave me his address and phone number which I put on my fridge with a little round magnet. I was glad he called but can't say exactly why. I was going through a phase where I liked bigger, beefier, harrier men. I talked to a few of them at bars now and then but never made a connection. If they didn't have lady voices, they had awful grammar -- which was something that bugged the shit out of me. My ideal was impossible to find, but I still had hands and a VCR...so I was fine with being celibate and single. I remember my older brother telling me all about sex. He was a big jock stud who always had a girlfriend. He was pissed that Mom had found one of his adult magazines in my room. She wanted to know where I got it, and I just told the truth. We were both in trouble. "You're not old enough for this, dude. Cool it. You've got the rest of your life to have sex. Look around...every adult likes to fuck. Mom and Dad do it, your teachers do it, every adult you see at the grocery store does it. Guys AND girls. Don't get ahead of yourself now." Stan's house was in a very odd neighborhood I'd never been to before. The houses looked fairly normal when I turned left on 65th Terrace but then you started seeing weird dwellings. Tiny houses painted in garish colors. Some of them looked like they were meant to be something else in another part of town. I found Stan's address and pulled into the driveway. Wow. I guess his new side business was 'junk dealer'. The front of the house looked like a duplicate of Fred Sanford's place. The yard was full of hubcaps, assorted car parts and panes of glass. Everything was coated with layers of dirt and/or rust. It wasn't sad so much as interesting. My dad once took me to a junkyard just because I'd never seen one. I was fascinated to the point where I was rendered completely mute. Dad let me wander around and look at all the wrecked cars, old appliances and all the various pieces of someone's discarded life. My favorite thing was an actual staircase from somebody's house. It was just there, leading to nowhere. I'd been told not to touch anything, but I couldn't help but climb a few steps. If we had this in the backyard, I could invent about a million games and fantasies built around the stairs. I lived almost totally in fantasy world back then. Dad found me and was mad when he saw me on it. He hustled me back to his car and I never found out what that staircase led to. As soon as I knocked on the door (doorbell was broken) about a thousand barks erupted from inside. Dogs. Junkyard dogs, probably. "Come on in," Stan called from inside. The door was unlocked. The second I got in, five or six little mutts of various colors jumped all over my legs. "Have a seat while I finish with Margaret." There weren't many places to sit. Just one spot on the couch. The minute I took a seat, all those little dogs competed for my attention. One of them smelled pretty bad and needed a bath in the worst way. I could see him in the kitchen, drying the hair of some ancient woman who had her eyes closed like she was dead. I didn't to stare. The coffee table in front of me was littered with ashtrays, cords, remote controls and random things. There was an ancient paperback book that looked intriguing. "Alfred Hitchcock Presents - Short Story Collection". It was autographed!! I wanted this. I'd have him add it to my bill. A horn honked from outside that set the dogs off again. "Oh, that's my cab," the old woman said. She was alive. "Let me just give you some spray and then I'll help you out." Stan helped Margaret to the door and told the dogs to stay back. I'm guessing they knew already not to hassle old ladies. He closed the door and said, "Goddamn. I'm tired. You're my last appointment, but I need a little rest first." He plopped down on the couch next to me. There wasn't much room so he was sitting so close to me that our legs and shoulders touched. "I need a cigarette. Want one?" I didn't even answer before he'd already lit one and handed it to me. I guess smoking was a lot like drinking...people liked it better when they weren't the only ones doing it. "So. Are you in the...'antique' business now?" "Sort of...I mostly do flea markets these days. I've done them in Iowa, Nebraska, Kansas...nearby states." He had a Southern drawl even though he was from Missouri. Was that considered 'The South'? Maybe he'd just adopted that accent to seduce men. Or maybe he was like me and had done everything possible to masculine enough to pass scrutiny from friends and family. "It ain't so bad. It's my main income now." Ugh. I hate when people say 'ain't'. I've walked away from potential hook-ups at bars if they used that word. Stan seemed to have adopted a more casual fashion sense. He was wearing sweatpants, flip-flops, a t-shirt and a backwards baseball cap. I guess he was off his fashion game for whatever reason. "I was looking at this Alfred Hitchcock book. Can I buy it from you?" "Oh yeah. Shit. I don't even remember where I got that -- from a yard sale probably." "How much?" "Three bucks." "Sold!" "We'll settle up later. Let's go to the kitchen and get started now." We both stubbed out our smokes and stood up. I watched him walk in front of me and noticed he'd put on some weight since the last time I saw him. The sweatpants shaped his butt nicely and it was easy to see that he wasn't wearing underwear. Margaret may not have noticed, but I sure as hell did. I thought he was looked hotter in casual clothes than he did all spiffy and fashionable. He'd even stopped dying his hair and you could see that it was actually dark brown with a patch of gray here and there. His kitchen was chaos, but not filthy. He sat me down and shampooed me over a little mini-sink. During the process, his groin brushed my arm for a brief second. I felt the chunk of meat under his sweats. Damn! I was impressed. At this point, I wasn't thinking he had done it on purpose. Once he put a towel around my neck and draped me with one of those smock things, I could look right at him in the mirror without giving myself away. He'd was heftier and had some definition in his chest. "Have you been working out?" Find me one gay man who doesn't love being asked that question. "Naw. I just get more physical activity in the new business. You know...lifting, loading.... unloading." I was almost ready to think he was flirting a little. Almost. Hmm. I'd test the waters. "Well, you look very fit." "Thanks. How do you want it? I don't remember how I did it back when I first cut your hair." "Conservative with an edge." "Oh right. Gotcha." I sometimes like to just close my eyes when I'm having a haircut, possibly snooze. Not today. I wanted to watch him and look. His crotch touched my shoulder and the back of my neck a few more times. I could swear his dick was growing each time, but his eyes gave nothing away. Stan was concentrating on the job at hand. I didn't want to push it just now while he was using scissors on my hair. He had to be doing it purpose, right? Maybe he was just trying to get a bigger tip out of me. I'd fell for that scam with bartenders before. Well...if that was the case, I'd go ahead and flirt back. "You seeing anyone, Stan?" "Not so much. I keep busy and just feel so old when I go to the clubs. They're all kids like you, and they don't want some old junk man." "I bet that's not true. I'm not even thirty yet and they look like children to me too." "Well, have fun while you can. You need to get as much cock as you can while guys still want to offer you one." He seemed like he was almost done with the scissors. So I adjusted myself back in the chair so that his groin was right up against the back of my head. He was fully erect. I could feel it. Once again, his eyes gave nothing away. I'd have to work for this. He was putting some mousse on my hair and combing it. When his crotch touched my hand, I just reached and grabbed the head of his dick through the sweatpants. I had notched up the flirting to a new level. Risking everything. "Well, FINALLY! You could have done that while we were sitting on the couch, but no....you made me do most of the work." I continued to hold his hard-on. "I didn't know for sure. I tend to hesitate with things." "I guess it's wise to be careful. I never was. Oh yeah. Squeeze that dick exactly like you're doing." I did. I made an attempt to tug down his pants. "Wait a minute while I sweep up the hair and feed the dogs. My bedroom is right off to the left of that doorway. It's kind of a mess, but there's a TV in there and you can switch it to whatever you want." I went into the dark room where the TV was already on. The room was indeed a mess, but at least the bed was made. It smelled like cigarette smoke and cologne. I had to give Stan some credit, though. I'd gone home with a few guys who lived in crap-hole apartments but their bedrooms were always neat and the lights were low and strategically placed. This told me they'd already planned to bring somebody over for sex. One dude had even left an unattended scented candle burning. Stan wasn't planning this...at least I don't think he was. I took off my shoes and and clicked through the channels. I wondered if he had booze in the house. A gin and tonic would be so good right now. The bed was so comfortable that I closed my eyes for a few seconds, a few minutes. "Hey! Don't go to sleep on me!" He was back. "Sorry. I worked all day and usually take naps on Fridays. It's kind of a ritual." He was carrying two full glasses with translucent red liquid and ice cubes in them. "I made us some drinks. I need one. How 'bout you?" I was polite and didn't ask what the drinks were. I'd settle for anything. Was it paranoid of me to choose the one he didn't hold closest to me? I had heard tales (from girls mostly) about being drugged with pills mixed into their alcohol. Stan didn't even notice my awkward maneuvering. He just stood there, smiling and looking so hot. He kicked off his flip-flops and lied down next to me. We were propped up against the headboard in an almost sitting position. I liked the drink. It was quite potent and had cranberry juice in it...that's all I knew. "It's so nice to rest. I'm tired of working." Maybe that was code for 'you take over the seduction now'. Who knows? I moved closer and we rubbed shoulders. I looked down at his body. His feet were boxy - with all the toes being the same length. My brother had feet like that and shoes never quite fit him right. His boner was relentless and making a tent out of his sweatpants. OK. I just reached over and grasped it like I did before. I took another swallow of the cranberry courage and the set the glass down. I pulled down the sweats to his lower thighs as his dick bounced up and took pleasure in its new freedom. "WOW! You've got a massive penis, Stan. I mean, Wow." He laughed. "You're surprised? I wear size 14 EEE shoes after all. My ass is nice too. I bet 90 percent of this city's gays have had a taste of either or both. You can suck my cock, but not until you get naked. Deal?" Oh he had a deal alright. I stripped in record time, but I still wasn't as fast as he was. I took one last swig of the drink and just jumped into bed next to him. I wasn't new to this kind of thing, but I'd never been so close to a naked POZ man before...that I knew of. "OK, Stan. I'm nervous and not very forward. Tell me what you want and I'll do it. " "OK, kid. There's safe stuff we can do, some mostly safe stuff we can do, and a lot of completely unsafe things we can do. I just now remembered Benjamin telling me about how you were a 'Condom Nazi'. There's none of them here unless you brought some with you. I want your mouth on my dick -- which is mostly safe. I haven't been blown in about a year...would you do that? Please?" He knew he didn't have to ask. I slid off the bed and went to the end of the bed. I crept up between his legs and took the tool in my mouth. It was clean, slick and throbbing. I felt his heartbeat through the wide shaft. It wasn't my first time at the rodeo -- I could deep throat a dick pretty well after my time with Ben. Stan was bigger than my ex, but not in an impossible way. He grunted with pleasure and I didn't hardly gag as I went all the way down to his pubes. "NICE!!" He adjusted both of us so that he was sitting on my chest and mounting my face. He was experienced and polite enough to let me come up for air briefly. He pulled his dick out from my lips without moving from my chest. I saw the glistening organ bobbing above me. "Thank you, Stan. I enjoyed that." "Me too. I can just finish off all over your face or I can fuck you. It gets more dangerous from here on." "Let's keep going. Please?" "So glad you said that. I'll pull out. okay?" "No. I don't want you to do that. Be an animal with me." "Nope. I know you feel that way right this second, but I don't want you to get AIDS. I'd never forgive myself, and you'd hate me in time." He was serious. "OK." "You'll thank me eventually." I doubted that, but I was so hard and horny that I just agreed. "I don't have any lube except some hand lotion. It's pretty greasy, though." It was the same brand my mom had always used to get rid of her raw, dishpan hands. I waited while he slathered it all over his tool and then smeared a glob on my hole. I'd always loved this part of the sex ritual...the pre-gaming. So much anticipation and lust. I waited for the ride to begin. He pushed into me with not much resistance on my part. It hurt, but I knew better sensations were coming. So to speak. He let out a huge breath as he went in an inch or two. "So tight! Try to loosen up a little." I felt tidal waves of pleasure crash over me. My contentment must have relaxed those inner muscles enough for Stan to get his bare dick all the way inside of me. To the hilt. "I'm so full of you." "Yeah.. it's really, really good. I'm going to pump a little and pull out pretty soon." "OK" He thrust like a madman and I felt a drop of sweat from his forehead fall onto my face. His pace and his grunting let me know he was close to cumming. I loved looking at his face as he was lost in pleasure, but I was lost in a memory/fantasy of climbing that junkyard staircase and reaching the top. Here was open sky that I knew would hold me if I dared move further. He grunted and his hip movements got faster. "SHIT...I..have to stop now." I reached around and held his bare ass close. He was strong enough to break away from my grip but made no effort. He moaned and unloaded that load of semen directly inside of me. "FUCKKKK!!!" He collapsed on top of me. I'd also cum at some point. He breathed heavily and rolled onto his back. "You wanted HIV? I mean...why did..." "It was perfect, Stan. Don't make me feel bad about this." "OK. Let's just rest a bit. I need to go piss first." After he returned, he pulled the comforter over us. I had an intensely satisfy nap. When I woke up, I saw that it was after midnight. Maybe it was a good time for me to leave and go home. I dressed in the sparse light and pulled out my wallet. I'd leave him cash for the haircut and the book..plus a generous tip. I left the money next to his scissors and walked to the door. All the little mutts were sleeping in any clear spot on the couch they could find. I drove back to my apartment and couldn't believe how the day had gone. There was plenty to think about, but not now. Not tonight. Stan called me the next day, and almost every day after that. We went to dinner about twice a week or to movies or just up more sex. He may have claimed he wasn't marriage material, but he certainly seemed to be boyfriend material. I had no idea what kind of material I was made out of now...it was brand new.

I always thought I was saving myself for the right guy. He would be fit, beautiful, successful, worthy of being my husband. Yeah, I jerked off to Treasure Island, Dark Alley, Sweet 'n' Raw, you name it. I even posted an ad on BBRT with no pics, just so I could fantasize about raw loads. I'd flirt, I'd lead them on. Then I'd flake. "Sure, I can email pix." Then I'd shoot my load and disappear. I had a nearly-perfect body, and I'd always meet boys when I went out and they would always fuck me or take my cock. Because I wanted to be neg for my future husband, I kept a supply of latex condoms in my nightstand and in my front right pocket. I held back, knowing my skin-on-skin lust could someday be fulfilled with one perfect man. I met him, at a bar in midtown, New York. He was everything I thought I wanted: beautiful, ripped body, and god-so-fucking charming. We were both in our late 20's. The first night we met, we fucked like wild animals - except for that layer of latex. We started dating, fucking, and I fell in love. He said he did too, but we always kept that barrier. He swore he'd never fuck without it, even when we someday got hitched. It was just too important to be safe. Over time, we got comfortable. I put on just a few pounds. Not much, but enough that a thin layer of padding covered my abs. That's when he changed. He stopped being as charming, as attentive. Finally he broke it off. "I just can't be with you like this. Let's be friends." I thought my life was over. He meant the world to me, but I tried to be friends. We took our break, then started hanging out again. I put on a few more pounds, and it was no longer just a thin layer over my abs. I watched as he made out with other men, right in front of me. I'd kiss others too, just to prove I could. Then I started working out again, and stopped talking to him. I got my abs back, my pecs back, my perfect muscled ass back. And on one drunken night, I saw him again at Barracuda. I watched him scoop-up a handful of latex condoms and leave with some hottie. I went home, logged onto BBRT, and put up pics of my new, hot body and face. I tried not to want him. I still did, but I couldn't have him, but I could try the other thing I wanted. I was so afraid of the bug, but had jerked off so many times to gift giving fiction. When my pics were approved, I did my first search. I wanted someone so unlike him, but still hot. I looked for someone in Harlem, someone Latin, someone black. Someone without all the yuppy hang-ups. I got to status. I clicked that I wanted someone who said, "Ask Me." My cock was throbbing as I started going through profiles, replying, waiting for a response. Finally I got one. His cock was huge and uncut. His body was a perfectly-sculpted ebony fuck-machine. His status said "ask me." I didn't ask that, but I asked his address, and when he told me I got right in a cab and got right up to Harlem. When I got there, he was wearing nothing but basketball shorts, his half-hard dick poking down the leg. We didn't waste any time with bullshit. We made out like crazy, devouring each other's face like men who hadn't been fed in years. I sucked him just long enough to get his 9" uncut dick good and wet, then I pushed him on his back and finally gave in. I pressed my ass down onto it, clamping it and feeling the precum leak around my hole. I felt the foreskin bunch at the entrance to my ass and then slowly push back as I fucked myself onto him. In no time, I was all the way down the shaft and started working my ass up and down, up and down on him. He was helpless as I started pulsing my ass muscles, finally feeling raw skin inside me. I used his body and his cock as my objects, mercilessly ramming myself up and down on his dripping rod. I knew I couldn't touch myself, that I would cum instantly and I wanted his load before I could let mine out and start thinking about my behavior. I had waited so long to finally get barebacked, and I felt so right there impaled on his cock. He tried to take control, but I was out of control. I just rode him like there were no tomorrows, and finally he gave over to the assault of my ass. He simply lay there moaning saying "Fuck yeah," repeating that over. Finally his "fuck yeah" refrain took on a new more urgent tone and I knew he was about to cum. I reached back and felt his balls, stroking his bulging prostate between his balls and his ass. He closed his eyes and started grunting and I felt that prostate start to pulse. I knew he was cumming in me. Nothing had ever felt so right. I shot a massive wad of cum all over his abs, then left him panting on the bed and left with his probably-poz load in my ass. I jerked off for days to that as I waffled between going for PEP or not. I didn't, of course. I logged on more often after that. Next came the Latin kid who was 22, whose tongue went halfway down my throat as he flooded my guts with seed. His profile said "ask me." Next was another black guy, this one in his 30s, whose profile said "ask me" and who told me "take my cum, slut" as he loaded me up over and over. Next was a muscled bartender from G Lounge with a biohazard tatt who threw me around like a rag doll and didn't ask any questions when I ripped off the condom and milked his cock with my ass. After that came a hot blond twink from BBRT whose profile said "poz" and creamed me four times in one night. I was actively chasing and loving it. Every new dangerous encounter thrilled me. Ten, twenty, thirty loads went up my ass. That first black guy hit me up again, and I went back for more. I brought some coke, we did a couple lines, and in no time I was slamming up and down. Then I finally let him have control. But I finally asked him, as he was ramming the fucking hell out of me. "You poz?" "Yeah, you?" "Not sure. You on meds?" "Hell no." "Fuck yeah. What's your viral load?" "Hundred thousand last I know." He just kept fucking with this wicked grin. "Mmm, I'm about to cum. You want the bug?" I didn't even want to hesitate. "Fuck yeah!" He rammed me harder than ever and buried his tongue in my mouth as he exploded with a series of grunts and moans, shooting spurt after spurt of charged cum deep into my guts. I was probably already poz, but I shot a massive wad all over myself at the thought of his bug juice going up my hole. I came down with a flu a week later and knew what it meant. One of those 31 loads had taken. With my abs back and my body back, I was looking pretty hot and ran into my ex a bit later. Condom boy was drunk and wanted to fuck. I was still mad, still hurt, and I knew I was poz though I hadn't tested, but when he asked, I knew what I wanted to do. On the way home I stopped at a drug store, purchased some lambskins, and slid one on when we went to bed. We flip-fucked for an hour, using those porous condoms. The poor guy didn't know what hit him as I shot a massive four-day load inside a condom that was good enough to stop babies, but not the swimmers I had in store for him. I knew I was acute, probably with a viral load in the millions. And several million little particles of virus seeped through those tiny pores in that lambskin and planted themselves in the fucker's tight little ass. When he left, he said, "that was a mistake. We shouldn't do this again." I just laughed and said "We probably don't need to." I kissed him on the cheek and sent him on his way. When he messaged me that we needed to talk a couple months later, I just ignored it. After all, I was in the middle of getting fucked by another big poz cock, and it was just about to spill some more microbes up into my willing, hungry guts. I still don't have a poz test result, but fuck am I having fun getting the loads I can while I hold off on going to find out.

I am currently in Gran Canaria. I was daydrinking since I arrived. I fisted a beauty of Denmark. Both high on poppers I put my fist and cock in. Suddenly a beautiful bud-rose appeared. I could not resist to deep kiss it. That was so hot and he came handsfree. I sat down enjoyed myself and my cock and covered my full rubber with a ton of cum.

You welcome Str8convert, I did the "last mile"....no biggies! BTW very stimulating 👍🐷💦

Given I"m into sounding my penis with fat rods, stuffing ever larger toys and plugs in my cuntified former rectum, had silicone added to my scrotum and cock shaft, and love fists in my ass, i would think that would be enough in the extreme kink. But the weirdest fetish I never expected to develop came as a consequence of extreme stretching, wearing plugs for several hours at time and getting my buttPussy blown out from fisting play: incontinence. It first started a good decade ago when I was still hitting CumUnion parties and left a big wet spot in my Uber from all the cum and lube that leaked out during the ride, As I got deeper into extreme stretching and seeing how much size I could enjoy with toys, plugs and fists, it became an issue during and after multi-day high use events. For a week or so after I would need to wear a diaper and during the events I would have to sleep in one or on a towel as all the lube would leak out of my used hole. Then I went the next step and started training my body to handle long wear of plugs--a couple hours or so each day most days of the week. That ruined the resting muscle tone of my rectum and especially my anal sphincter quicker and more effectively than I anticipated. The result is that daily hose out and diapers are now a constant in my life but having a hole that doesn't close is really hot to me--and i'm still stretching out to go even wider--and being this loose and open and functionally ruined is an achievement level as a piggy bottom.

Chapter 28 BoifagBarbie arched his back and mewled with pure pleasure. It felt so good. His Owner's Big Black Cock plundering his tight boi-hole just the way that both of them preferred - hard and fast. The faggot yelped with pleasure as a heavy Black hand landed on the tempting roundness of his pale butt cheek. He could imagine how good those fingers looked marking him, the pink imprint of an Owner's firm hand on his little fag fucktoy. "Do it again Master - please!" He was rewarded with the firm smack of the hand landing on his butt again. Just adding another intoxicating sensation to the potent pleasure of Jerome's wonderful toxic cock taking him. BoiFagBarbie had earned this fucking. He had behaved himself and spent the day cleaning up his Owner's house. He had also been sure to make himself pretty and available for when his Owner came home. This day just the same as every day over the last week. Since Jerome had taken him to this place to serve as his live-in 24/7 house boi. It was always so good, always so visceral, always so meaningful. Because it always ended the same way - his Owner delivering a heavy load of his charged cum deep into his femboy slut. They weren't fucking for fun, for mere enjoyment - though there was plenty of that for BoiFagBarbie. They were fucking with a purpose. Breeding. Making sure a certain little faggot took his Owner's babies, got good and pregnant with that potent Poz seed. He'd read all about it on the BZ forums. He knew how his graduation from fag cumslut to Poz boi-whore would be signalled. He'd heard men talk about it too, when they weren't jeeringly telling him to get ready for it. So each morning he had woken up expecting to feel the signs and each morning he had found nothing changed. He couldn't remember how that had first struck him but now he knew that each morning he felt disappointed. Even though it would be an unpleasant experience he knew that it needed to happen. It was an essential part of becoming who he knew he needed to be. A step from which there was no return. It would be an event that told himself and the whole world that he could never go back to being who he once had pretended to be, even if he wanted to. Jerome grunted and held him tight as another of his HIV-enriched loads was planted deep. This little faggot was a sweetheart for sure. A good attitude and a tight little hole despite all the cock he had sent its way. He sensed the little slut was getting a little frustrated, wondering if his day would ever come. Jerome had no such concerns. In the end they all got knocked up, they all caught what they were chasing. He could slam or brush the little whore and hurry things along but why should he? He preferred fucking and seeding neg holes - or at least holes that might still be neg. He was certainly enjoying fucking this one. Loved the way the little whore got on his hands and knees and presented that cute little hole to him every day he got home from the day's hustle. Why would he rush things? It wouldn't be long before this little fag would get what he was looking for. Only then, of course, would the young slut really get to know whether it had all been worthwhile. However, that wasn't Jerome's problem. Jerome just enjoyed fucking young faggots and having them carry his bug. Knowing that for the rest of their life, even if just because they had to medicate, they would have no choice but to understand he was part of them, that part of him owned them body and soul. Long after he had moved on to the next hungry hole in need of his attention. BoiFagBarbie looked happy as a pig in shit. His hole full of toxic cum and then rushing to clean his Owner's cock with his sweet mouth. He didn't need to be asked now. He understood his place. Taking all things into account Jerome had no problem with it taking a little longer than some for BoiFagBarbie to convert. He had a little something special in mind for him. *** Floyd Jacobs counted the bills and tucked them away into his pocket once he was satisfied. Cash was always good, a nice slice of tax-free income. "You didn't need to count them," said his client. Floyd knew what his response would normally be to that. This time, however, he simply sent the fool a look that could mean everything or nothing. They were wasting time on such nonsense. "Can you add anything to what you told me on the phone?" It seemed the client agreed. Maybe he'd remembered that Floyd's time didn't come cheap. Floyd, to be frank, didn't care what his client thought. He didn't like this piece-of-shit cracka. He'd met plenty like him over the years. He recognized the type. Even the case was typical - a member of the family gone into the wind. Somehow, fools like his client never quite understood why that might have happened. When the cause they were so desperate to discover could be found in the mirror whenever they liked. "I can tell you the Police got at least one thing wrong. The subject ain't living with no trans whore. That individual is known to me. She basically does custom videos and the like. Stroke clips for men to jack off to." The client looked like he was going to puke. The fucker clearly didn't like the idea of that. Floyd was pleased he had decided to add those little details. It made up for having to meet in a parking lot. It was clear the client also didn't want to be seen with a man like Floyd, let alone have him visit his home. What would people think? Floyd understood. He looked like what he was. A man of the streets, a grizzled old brotha in his late fifties, not quite the country club, Middle American, church-going type. Nobody that folks like the client ever wanted anything to do with. Except, of course, when they needed something. "Anyway she may know the subject but she isn't in no sort of a relationship with him." "Thank God for that," said the client fervently. "At least, at least..." His words ground to a halt. At least what? Floyd could guess. The man's bigotry ran through him from head to toe, a broad and undiscriminating piss-yellow streak. Against folk that didn't look like him, against folk that didn't think like him, against folk that didn't believe the same as him, against folk that didn't love like him. An equal-opportunity hater. "The subject," Floyd continued, "is currently with a man who has a certain reputation. I know a few addresses for him but I haven't isolated the exact location concerned yet." "This man," said the client with a righteous fury in his voice that somehow came across as forced, "this is the man who took my son, who forced him to do such things?" Floyd looked at him carefully - just trying to ascertain if the cracka muthafucka could really be that dumb. They'd both seen the video and they'd both seen that second clip sent to EVERYONE at the subject's former College. Could this man really think his son was doing all of this against his will? Shit - the boy would deserve an Oscar! Floyd paused and carefully lit a fresh cigarette. He enjoyed the exaggerated response his client made when a whiff of the smoke found his nostrils. Floyd knew he would like to tell this fuck the truth about who 'forced' all this to happen. However, he thought of the currency now resting pleasantly in his pocket. Business was business. "The subject is currently with a man called Jerome. That isn't his name but it is what people call him around here. He came to the city a few years back. Tracing him before that is difficult but I can tell you what people say about him. He has certainly done time in the past - probably for armed robbery. If he's ever worked a civilian job nobody remembers it. People say he was a dealer on the wholesale side but if he once was he isn't now and he never got caught doing it. He isn't short of cash and he has about ten years older than me. The word is that Jerome retired to make more time for his other activities." The client's adam's apple moved in his throat as if he was forcing down the information. "Other activities?" The words were finally forced out. Now Floyd could enjoy himself. "Jerome likes young men. Especially handsome young white boys. He likes fucking them, he likes breeding them and he likes turning them out." Every word hit home on the client. Floyd could see that and Floyd enjoyed it. "How did he find my son?" Floyd slowly shook his head. "That ain't Jerome's style. Jerome has a certain reputation. His young men come to him. They understand what Jerome will do to them and they want it." Now the client was starting to understand, his face seemed to sag for a moment but only for a moment. Then the bluster was back. "If I could only get my hands on this scum, this Jerome..." Floyd conquered his strong desire to laugh. He maybe knew Jerome a little better than he was letting on. He surely knew this whitebread fuck wouldn't last two seconds against him. He also knew the client's words were as fake as the rest of him. Just meant to impress his wife maybe. She had stayed in the vehicle but put her window down despite the cold wind. She had been listening to every word. Floyd suspected her husband hadn't been able to watch that whole three-hour video but he knew that the boy's mother had watched it all. Maybe for the same reason Floyd had - because it was their duty and responsibility to do so. Maybe... In his many years of work Floyd had learned not to take such things for granted. Not that it mattered unduly to him. Jerome's pleasures were not his pleasures. Different strokes for different folks. So long as everyone was adult and consenting then Floyd had no problem with how people chose to be. He looked again at his client. If everyone thought that way then maybe things would have turned out different. However, they didn't and so things hadn't. Jerome crushed his cigarette under his shoe. What the fuck - it was all good for business. *** "How do I look?" BoiFagBarbie gave a delighted faggy squeal as he performed a slow pirouette showing off his outfit. The little slut looked hot as fuck and the little slut knew it. Jerome had been planning this night for a while but he felt the strong inclination to rip the clothes off the young fag, shove their head down onto the sofa and fuck that delicious little hole hard and fast. Make the little slut scream before breeding him. Jerome's cock was hard in his pants and he saw BoiFagBarbie sneak a look, saw the grin on the little faggot's face broaden as he spotted the bulge. It wasn't like the faggot would complain if Jerome just grabbed him and did his best to ruin that sweet little hole. He had rapidly learned that BoiFagBarbie didn't care so long as his hole got filled with cock and cum. When he got a little rough with him this faggot had that look in his eyes that you couldn't fake and that you couldn't mistake. The look of a boy who wanted to be broken, to be moulded for another man's pleasure. Jerome had seen it before. Generally in young men from the same sort of background as this one. "I have some friends who I think deserve some special entertainment. They know just exactly what they like." BoiFagBarbie grinned and his eyes opened wide. "A horny young faggot in a cute outfit like this." He moved his hands to indicate himself. Jerome nodded. "Just exactly like that." he let his deep dark eyes lock onto those of his little femboi fucktoy. "These men," said BoiFagBarbie, "are they young?" Jerome shook his head. "No, they are like me. They've been in the game a long time." "Are they good-looking?" Jerome considered. "Some still are maybe, some not so much. Like I said they've been in the game a long while." It was time for the only real question that mattered. "Are they Poz?" Jerome smiled. "Oh that you can rely on. They are all toxic as fuck. I want you to perform for them and then they are going to run a train on your sweet little hole. All captured on camera for a paying clientele. Sound good?" "Sounds great!" BoiFagBarbie's pretty eyes sparkled with anticipation. Jerome wished he already had the cameras going but in his gut he knew it didn't really matter. The cameras loved this little slut and anything he starred in would be in high demand. Not least because, in the business of Neg 4 Poz breeding scenes, a bottom's career didn't tend to last long. "Then what are you waiting for? Time to get moving." He gave his gruff smoker's laugh as the boy rushed to get his things together. There wasn't much cuter than a pretty little neg femboy rushing to meet his inevitable fate. ***

I certainly identify with Dan getting into the submissive headspace. I had a Dom who ordered me to do things before he'd come to my house (or have me come to his office) and put me through the wringer. He even had me shave my entire body below the neck. He said if he felt even one tiny hair anywhere on my body he'd leave immediately. It took forever. I'm not particularly hairy, but I kept being surprised at where there was a stray patch of hair. If he'd told me to suck off men but not let them fuck me I would have been just as obedient as Dan. If you're going to be submissive, being totally submissive is the only way to do it. I also had the experience of getting hit up on a hook up site by a Dom who wanted his sub to come over and suck me off. I've attached a picture of that sub licking my balls. The Dom wanted photographic proof.

Chapter 7 is the finale of a great and sexy spin-off of another fantastic story. Weaving characters, places, and other details from two stories into one fantastic off-shoot takes skill and talent, and @Van2manaccomplishes it with flying colors. This final chapter closes the loop on Dr. Matthew's chasing journey as it started--getting bred by Keith. We learned from Keith's point of view some very interesting details--chiefly, he knew all along who Matthew was and wanted to be the one to poz the med student/young doctor. They say, "Sometimes, one must take a journey to know what is obvious." This is so true for Dr. Matthew. He took toxic loads from various men from different backgrounds, but his poz daddy was the first poz guy to fuck him years ago. Although, Matthew's hookups in his chase give us some sexy breedings, it's quite fitting and romantic to know that Keith not only becomes Matthew's pozzer, but also his boyfriend/life-partner. We learn that the pair continues pozzing chasers as they work providing health care to out and poz gay men. Kudos, @Van2man!

First part of many... Milan opens the door, and Mattius stands before him. Mattius says, “You are my submissive, my submissive must be naked and kneel before me.” There's no mistaking the intensity in Mattius' eyes and the urgent, needy tone of his voice. With Mattius holding the door open, Milan immediately removed his clothing. “Give that to me and get on your knees. Milan knelt down and Mattius now said,”Bow to me.”. Milan bowed, and slowly, hesitantly, Milan looks up, and says "You want me to..." he starts, voice barely above a whisper. Mattius steps closer, "Yes," Mattius growls lowly, exposing his soft cock. "I want you to admire this cock and you will worship it like the pathetic little slave you are to be." "Please," Milan whispers shakily, pressing his face into the fabric of the bedsheets. "I... I don't know what to do." Mattius chuckles darkly and strokes Milan's hair reassuringly. "It's alright, bitch. You will learn to be a slave. You just need to follow my lead. Worship me with your mouth and tongue, show me how much you want this." Milan swallows hard and nods. He parts his lips tentatively as Mattius presses the head of his cock against them. At first, he flinches back, overwhelmed by the sudden heat and pressure on his most intimate area. But then, slowly, hesitantly, he starts to open his mouth, letting Mattius' soft shaft slide in with a shuddering gasp. Milan licks and suckles at Mattius' cock eagerly, his tongue swirling around the head as he tries to get used to the sensation of being oral for his master. Mattius is not getting hard though. Instead, Mattius grabs the back of Milan’s head and holds his head firmly. All Milan can feel is submission, desire pulsing through his veins like electricity. He moans into Mattius' cock and then it starts. Mattius releases his urine into Milan’s mouth, commanded to swallow. Milan instinctively obeys as he feels himself being used and degraded - dominated by someone who clearly sees him as little more than an object for their pleasure. But Milan doesn't mind. In fact, it excites him. He knows this is what he wants deeply - to be a submissive, touched, used, owned. And so he continues to drink from Mattius' cock, Mattius an expert is urinating slowly, allowing Milan to drink and swallow every drop. Mattius can tell that Milan is getting afraid - is this too much? But Mattius just reassures Milan, “This is just a start, you are going to be my urinal, keep drinking, slave,” Milan knows there will be no other choice but to take what Mattius wants, to degrade himself for this man who holds all the power. But for now, he can only pray that Mattius will soon finish, but Mattius stops for a minute, and tells Milan to be ready for how you will usually drink - and releases quickly, Milan gagging, spilling piss onto the ground before Mattius. Mattius slap’s Milan’s face and then he pisses all over Milan’s head and tells Milan, “Clean up your mess,” pushing Milan’s face to the floor. Just then two men come walking down the hallway, Mattius smiles at them and they walk on past, watching as Milan cleans the floor by licking up all the piss that has spilt onto the floor. Mattius than grabs Milan and drags him into the room, closes the door and over to the bed. “Show me your ass, slave Milan.” Milan shows Mattius his ass, and Mattius tells Milan, “No, show me your hole.” And Milan uses his hands to show Mattius’ his hole. Mattius’ cock, 23 cm, is solid and hard, and says to Milan, “My cock is already dripping toxic precum, you want my toxic load in your ass?” Milan doesn’t usually talk dirty like this, and it takes a few times for Mattius to get Milan to respond, but soon Milan admits he wants Mattius’ toxic load in his ass. Soon, Milan’s ass takes Mattius' cock, which goes in fast and hard, causing Milan to scream out in pain, but Mattius is ready, holding Milan down, and persists, with his cock breaking through and going deep, without any lube. Milan thinks his ass may be tearing, but the pleasure outweighs those thoughts. Milan’s head is bobbing up and down on the bedsheets like a rag doll as Mattius fucks him roughly. He can feel himself getting close already, but he doesn't want to cum without permission. Not yet. "Yes," Milan gasps out when Mattius pauses for a moment after thrusting into him hard several times. "More... please..." He needs this man's cock inside him. Mattius chuckles darkly. "Good boy," he purrs approvingly before slamming back into Milan with renewed force. The bed creaks under their combined weight as Mattius pounds into him ruthlessly, grunting and growling like a beast in heat. Milan moans helplessly as his body is rocked by the force of Mattius' thrusts. He can feel himself getting closer to orgasm but he bites back a moan, desperate not to cum wanting to revel in the fucking that he is receiving. After what feels like an eternity, but was about 45 minutes, Mattius finally stops thrusting and leans down over Milan with a predatory grin on his face. I’m going to breed you. You’ll want me to breed you forever, if you don’t make me stop right now, you will become an owned slave. Milan moans loudly as the intense pleasure overcomes him, his cock erupting like a geyser, and Mattius' cock shoots deep inside him at that very moment. Mattius feels total power, lightheaded and delirious with lust as his orgasm crashes over him wave after wave - a power enhanced by his toxic virus that will eventually infect Milan. When Milan finally comes down from his high, Mattius is still fucking into him with surprising gentleness, stroking his hair soothingly. "Good slave," Mattius praises when he pulls out of Milan's ass. "You did well." Now, slave you always clean the cock after you are fucked. Milan nods weakly in response, too exhausted and disoriented to argue. He turns around and takes Mattius’ cock into his mouth. He can taste his cum and finds the taste delicious. Mattius then tells Milan, “It is time for a little break. You don’t want to get worn out, because today you will give yourself entirely to me and learn how you behave with a man who will hold all the power over him. And so Milan lies there on the bedsheets, spent and panting from both exertion and emotion, and continuing to clean Mattius’s cock. His mind thinks this is wrong, but the lust is so strong. For now, he doesn't care. He’s with this beautiful man.. But he knows what comes next - more humiliation, more degradation, more of Mattius' twisted desires being forced upon him. And then, Mattius says, “Get ready…” and as the stream of piss goes into Milan’s mouth, he instinctively starts to swallow, and enjoying the feeling of the degradation. As Mattius finishes, he tells Milan, “Let your mind accept this fully. Don’t resist.” Milan will never turn back from this day. The transformation has begun.

Is everyone on here a bottom?

Chapter 27 - An Education in Self-Realization Chad Gillespie tucked his lap-top under his arm and headed across the campus with his usual feeling of self-satisfaction. He acknowledged the smiles and nods of his fellow students as he went. Everyone knew Chad Gillespie here. Student Society President, Christian Union co-ordinator and Young Republicans Chapter Officer. The trifecta of establishment roles on campus but there was a fourth position that Chad was eager to also secure. The position of Valedictorian. It had been in some doubt until a few weeks ago. He had actually had some competition - if he was honest with himself perhaps a little too much competition! He had maybe been second favorite until Jordan Myers had started missing classes. Missed classes and then totally flunked out. Nobody really knew why though there were stories of course. There had been talk of the Police being involved but it had all come to nothing. Jordan Myers was just out of the picture which, he had to admit, was good news for Chad. "Chad Gillespie to the President's Office please." The familiar tones of the President's Secretary sounded across the Campus. Chad felt a minor annoyance but nothing more. President Kulp no doubt needed to talk about something - maybe a student had dropped some litter or some such crisis! Kulp was an idiot but Chad Gillespie had already learned that keeping in with a certain sort of idiot was one of the major keys to success in this world. He gave the secretary his usual complacent smile and took little notice of the fact it wasn't returned. Chad Gillespie was the sort of young man who didn't waste time on such things. President Kulp was in his office behind his own desk - the surface of which was covered with paper. Not the usual administrative detritus but rather a large poster that looked to have been torn down from wherever it had been affixed. The President didn't bother with niceties. Instead he swept a hand at the rubbish on his desk. "I found this - this thing - attached to my door when I arrived here. Fortunately I had come early and was able to remove it before it was seen by anyone but myself and Mrs Culpepper. Just look at it Gillespie - look at IT!" He held up the ripped paper and flourished it. Chad didn't have much choice but to look at it in the circumstances. However, it still took a moment to process just WHAT he was seeing. He had expected the usual petty bullshit but this was something else. A series of images of the same young man, a young man he knew very well. There had been lots of rumors but nothing even close to this! "What does it mean? How did gay filth like this get onto MY door. Is that really - is that really..." The President's words seemed to die in stubborn disbelief at the evidence of his own eyes. "What would this do for the College's reputation?" Chad Gillespie just stared at the images - so blatant and so obscene. Images cataloguing the degradation and humiliation of Jordan Myers. More than that - the words written on his body indicated something much deeper, much darker, much more stark and shocking. Chad saw just how shaken the President was and he measured his own response. "Was there only the one sir?" "Yes, yes, but there could be more. Anywhere and at any time! What does it mean? Is it some sort of a homosexualist conspiracy? Did they kidnap this", he almost spat out the word, "Myers for their perverted pleasures?" Chad looked again at the images. It didn't look like anyone had been kidnapped against their will. The picture of Jordan Myers dressed like a little sissy having his make-up done for instance. Let alone the one of Jordan beaming up at the camera with his face covered in... Chad had a good idea of just what was covering Jordan's face. "Perhaps some additional security sir? Could the faculty really be held responsible for one student's, one ex-student's, behavior?" The President looked at him like he was an idiot. "We would be the laughing stock of the whole country! You know how they love to spread such filth on social media - to humiliate good decent folk like ourselves. The filthy perverts and liberals all pursuing their Gay agenda." Chad still couldn't quite tear his eyes away from the obscene images on the poster. It struck him that they would be rather too strong even for social media! His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar sound. The sound of his phone, followed a second later by the slight hum of the President's own phone vibrating on his desk. They each reached for their own device only dimly aware of the sound of phones where students were waiting in the outside office. *** It turned out the video message had been sent to every student and every faculty member at the College. Sent from the account of Jordan Myers, a student many had known personally and almost all had heard a lot about recently. Simple curiosity meant that almost all opened the message and saw enough to understand. An opening familiar image of Jordan Myers, handsome and smiling in an outfit most had seen him in around campus. "Hi everyone. I thought I'd give you an update on what I've been up to." The young man smiled and then did a little twirl. A star effect and then the handsome young man was transformed. He was still the same person, that was obvious, but his clothes had been replaced. His button-down plain shirt had become a short-sleeved pastel pink crop-top with 'FEMBOI' printed across it. His hair had covered the studs in his ears but now he wore blatantly obvious big pink plastic hoops and his hair was tied back in two pigtails. Jordan's dark eye make-up and carefully plucked eye-brows contrasted sharply with his pale skin and his light pink lip-gloss. He stuck his tongue out at the camera and gave it a supremely, unambiguously, faggy wave. Then he rolled his hips before thrusting them back, drawing attention to the tight and rather minimal shorts that barely covered his bubble butt. White knee-highs with pastel pink trim and a pair of sneakers finished off his outfit now being proudly displayed to his old students and tutors. "Soooooo anyway I guess you've all spotted that I kind of had to leave College. How could I dress as cute as this there? I do have to dress like this because if I'm not super-cute how am I going to get what I really need?" Jordyn grinned into the camera and raised a carefully sculpted eyebrow. He carefully wiggled and rotated his perfectly-rounded buttocks and then winked into the camera. "Can you guess what I really need?" Did his viewers guess? Perhaps a number of them did but being proved right took everything to a much higher level. Entering the picture from the right came a cock, a very large and very hard Black cock. "Hmmmnnn," purred Jordyn, "I don't think College can compete with this do you? Boring old classes and lectures compared to sucking and being fucked by a Big Black Cock? Or even better by two or three or maybe thirty!" Jordyn giggled his faggy little boi-slut giggle. "After the first few I don't really care what size or color they are. I just want cock and more cock!" He leaned forward to kiss the tip of the big Black cock. "This is a very special sort of cock - the sort that can help a young slut like me graduate. So much as I love sucking it I need to do things properly." Jordyn turned around and eased his tight shorts down over his bubble butt and past his leggings before stepping out of them. "College didn't teach me much. Since leaving I've found out sooooo much more about life. What's not important," Jordyn pointed down to the flat metal disc of the cage constraining his tiny penis, "and what is." He leaned forward and stuck out his rear, wiggling it for the man behind him. A dark hand reached forward onto the base of Jordyn's back. The man's other hand carefully positioned his cock at the femboy's hole. A torso appeared on camera as the man thrust forward, unidentifiable except for the fact the man was African-American and wasn't young. The boy grunted as the man behind him thrust forward a few times, his moans of discomfort slowly forming into words. "Fuck yes Daddy - open me up - ruin me!" Jordyn's voice was still faggy but now suffused with an undeniable raw excitement. "Force it in Daddy - make me - take all of you!" It had seemed impossible but the cock kept pushing home, thrust after thrust, inch after inch, until the man's hips were hitting against his young slut's butt with each stroke. "Yes Daddy - hurt me - rough me up - give me - what I deserve - make me - graduate!" Jordyn wasn't looking at the camera any more. In fact it seemed obvious that he had forgotten all about it, had forgotten about everything but the big cock plowing his insides. There was no question of anyone being forced, whatever his words might say. Jordyn was giving himself willingly to a much older Black man and taking all that big cock with a hungry intensity. "Daddy - fucks me - everyday now. Making sure - that I take. Giving me - beautiful - Poz cum. Charging - me up. Gifting me - his strain. Letting me - play - with other Poz Daddies. All big - beautiful - Poz cocks. Big loads - of HIV cum. Planted deep. Making sure - I graduate." The words were staccato, forced out between the deep thrusts of that Black cock into his pale body. Punctuated by sweet little faggy moans when the hard shaft pushed real deep and bottomed out. Nobody watching could be in any doubt that the little fag was loving it, was a very willing participant. As if to prove the point the man behind Jordyn suddenly held still. The femboy mewled his discontent and began moving his butt. Backing up onto the glistening thick shaft of the man's cock. "Pleasssse Daddy," Jordyn finally moaned in frustration, "I need it! I need to be fucked. I need your seed. I need to be Poz." The fucking resumed - but harder now, fiercer, each thrust hammered home with a visceral intensity. "YYYYEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS," screamed Jordyn. He didn't speak after that, there was no need for words, he knew what he was getting and so did anyone still watching. Dark hands held slim pale young hips tight as the man grunted. Pushed home a few more times and then, finally, withdrew. His Black cock was still hard, glistening with lube and some of the cum it had planted deep into Jordyn. A hand tapped the young man who obediently turned and presented his butt to the camera. A puffy hole, ridden hard and then filled with Poz cum. The way a well-fucked boi pussy should look. *** Chad Gillespie didn't think he would ever forget the look on President Kulp's face. The paleness under the administrator's ludicrous fake tan. Kulp had just shook his head and muttered something unintelligible. He hadn't even seemed to notice as Chad had walked out of the office. Past the empty desk of Mrs Culpepper. Out and past the little groups of students gathered together and excitedly discussing what they had seen. Passing members of the Faculty rushing here and there like headless chickens. Ignoring the calls for his attention from students and staff alike. Chad knew where he had to go. Across the campus and into his faculty's building. Down a flight of stairs and through the well-signed doors. Only once he was in a cubicle and safely behind a locked door could he again pick up his phone and play that video sent to them all by Jordan Miles. He let his pants and shorts fall around his ankles, his eyes fixed on the small screen as he reached for his hard six inches of cock. He had been hard from the moment he had seen Jordan Miles' transformation into BoiFagBarbie and he knew it was wrong but he also knew he needed to cum. He stroked his cock hard and felt his climax close when the door to the next cubicle suddenly banged. Chad froze in fright, his hand still wrapped around his cock. He couldn't be caught like this - no-one could see him could they? He had never felt so alone or so vulnerable. He held his breath and listened, listened until he heard familiar words. "Pleasssse Daddy, I need it! I need to be fucked. I need your seed. I need to be Poz." Familiar words through a phone speaker and through the wall of the next-door cubicle, words followed by a male grunt of pure satisfaction. Then Chad understood. He understood what had been happening in that next door cubicle. He understood that he was not so alone. It only took a moment to make his decision and he resumed the play on his own phone, turning the volume up. Could the man next door hear it now - would he understand? The excitement was too much and Chad's cum spurted in heavy loads into the toilet. The door to the next cubicle opened and Chad held his breath. Had the man gone or was he waiting, waiting for Chad to show himself. The student took a couple of deep breaths and then pulled up his shorts and pants. He steeled himself to turn the lock and open the door. There was nobody there. The man had gone. Chad felt a wave of relief but knew that such a reaction was ridiculous. Things were never going to be the same again.

I have taken my dad's dick more than I can count.

Part 5- As we exited out into the hallway, I could feel some of John’s cum begin to leak from my ass and run down my leg. We had only taken a few steps when John said, “Wait, I forgot a couple of things. You stand right here while I get them.” John retreated back into his room leaving me standing there with my smooth shaved cock and balls in a cock ring on full display. There were a lot more people roaming the hallways than when I first got there. My 5” cock was sticking straight out and twitching. My cheeks felt flush as I wondered if any of the guys could see the cum glistening on my thighs. Could they tell from the look on my face that I had just been fucked and had a toxic load deep inside me? I felt like I was on full display for the entire world to see. Would they laugh at my small cock on full display? Would they laugh that cum was leaking out of me? For some reason these emotions were fueling my horniness even more. I wanted to bend over and spread my ass cheeks and show them my leaking hole. I wanted then to watch as I shoved my fingers up my ass and then remove them dripping with cum and shove them in my mouth. It felt like 10 minutes but was actually less than a minute when John exited the room with a small bag draped over his shoulder and locked his room door. As we walked down the hallway, I mentioned that there seemed to be a lot more people here now. John said it always got busier after midnight as guys began leaving the bars. By 2:30AM there wouldn’t be any vacant rooms. I noticed that there were quite a few guys standing in the hallways outside an open room door. Some had a towel wrapped around their waist. Others were standing there totally nude. I interpreted this as they were waiting for someone to approach them and ask to join them in their room to play. John walked us up one hallway and down another until we had walked every hallway 2 to 3 times. I felt like he was displaying me as a piece of meat that was available to enjoy. I noticed that 99% of the naked guys had a bigger cock than me. I was proud of the fact that they could all see my small shaved cock and balls as they would know that I wasn’t going to be doing any fucking. I was the one who was going to get fucked. Next John paraded me around the large common room with the couches and the gay videos playing on the couple of large TVs. Whereas earlier there had only been a few guys there with some keeping a towel over their lap, now most of the couches were full and all the guys had their cocks on full display. Some guys were stroking their own cock, but quite a few were playing with a guy sitting next to them. A couple of guys were also on their knees on the floor sucking off a guy sitting on the couch. The Viagra had kicked in and I felt like my cock had grown another half inch and was going to explode, splitting wide open. Whatever John had put into the Gatorade was also beginning to make me tingle all over. John walked me around the room a few times, again like he was putting me on display. As I checked out all the guys, I spotted a guy that looked to be in his late 50s or 60s. He was sitting on one of the couches with his legs spread wide open, stroking his cock. His cock looked to be about 10” long but thin. He had a massive set of balls in a long loose hanging sack. His body had a bit of gray hair on it which did nothing to cover the numerous tattoos. The largest tattoo was a bright colored bio-hazard about 4” – 5” across just above his pubic mound. He also had a large number of tattoos of scorpions on his thighs, his chest and arms. Each one was different, unique in it’s own way. What first caught my eye about him was how thin he was. He was not much more than skin and bones. His ribs were clearly visible, and his veins were quite prominent all over his body. He had a glazed look in his eyes and was staring off into space. He seemed to be oblivious to anything around him. I had seen this wasted look in photos on a website dedicated to POZ men. How many times had I jerked off looking at those photos, knowing that the guys had full blown AIDS? I felt bad for these guys, but looking at their photos turned me on big time. I had no idea what it was that turned me on about the look. Maybe it wasn’t their appearance, but what caused them to look that way. They had put all their fears aside and succumbed to their primal sexual selves. They had been willing to give up their good health and years of their lives to satisfy their sexual desires. Sexual desires or sexual needs? It is one thing to want/desire/dream/fantasize about something, but it doesn’t control our lives. We can go on with everyday life and satisfy our desires in many different ways. How many hundreds or thousands of times had I masturbated to my desires/fantasies? When you NEED something you change your life to achieve the goal, to satisfy your need. You make any sacrifices that are necessary to satisfy the need. John observed that this guy had caught my eye. How long had I stood in one place just staring at this wasted guy? Had it been a few seconds? Had it been a few minutes? I had no clue. Then I felt John touch my ass. “His name is Mark”, John said. I suddenly became aware of where I was and my surroundings. The stuff in the Gatorade was really beginning to take effect. I felt a warmth radiating out from my core. My cock was throbbing and felt like it was going to explode covering everyone in the room in my cum and pieces of my cock meat. I felt like my ass had opened up like the mouth of a snake preparing to bite. Like a snake ready to swallow its prey whole. I turned and looked at John. “Decision time. We can go back to my room and you can sleep everything off, or you can continue seeking thrills.” I no longer had any control of my body or my thoughts. My body was responding automatically to what it needed. Even the words coming from my mouth were automatic. “I NEED TO BE FUCKED!!!!” Had I just said that to John or had I just yelled it out to the entire room? I didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. The only thing I knew was that my ass felt like it was a vacuum cleaner ready to suck in anything that came near it. John took my hand and led me towards the maze. “Let’s go play”.

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Continued: Watching from the second floor all that was taking place below, after the whiskey I needed to pee so I went into the restroom. Entering the door there was a trough with a toilet to the side. There was a thirty something dude peeing as I made my way to the trough, placing my drink on the rail above the trough. With my shirt off, in jeans and boots I pulled out my dick to pee. As I started I looked down to my left and noticed the huge tool on the dude next to me. He looked directly at me and smiled. After finishing he shook his cock then slowly began to stroke it. My cock began to grow in my hand and he maneuvered into the corner. Feeling uninhibited, I followed him into the corner, got down on my knees and began to suck his cock. The smell of his crotch and the taste of his cock kept me hard. As I was devouring his meat, men came and went, looking over and smiling. He said that he was about to cum so I reached and grabbed my whiskey glass and as he came, he shot a massive load into the glass. Still hard I put by dick into my pants, stood up and walked back to the patio where my uncle was still talking with the other men. I walked over, raised my glass, said “cheers” and slowly began sip the cum, little by little, from the glass. The dudes asked where I got the cum and I pointed to the man now on the other side of the patio. He nodded to the group, I raised the glass, and took another swig of cum. When the dude turned back to his group I noticed a scorpion on his back. By now my uncle had moved once more behind me and was grinding his cock into the back of my jeans. I left my buttom open so that the men across from me could see my treasure trail and the top of my throbbing cock. As I was slurping up the last of the cum, the two men leaned over and asked if they could get me a refill. I said sure, but this time over ice. They grabbed the glass and exited for the restroom. A couple of new guys came over and said hi. We began to flirt with them as the two returned with a rock glass filled with ice with cum coating the ice cubes. They handed to me, I swirled the glass, then licked a few of the cubes. Letting the warmth of the cum begin to dissolve the ice. Like a fine whiskey, I took the glass to my nose and sniffed the sweet smell. The half clad men on the patio of the leather bar were watching this all with delight. Because of the lifting for football and running, my 6’ 190lb frame with developed chest made for good tweaks by the men. They liked what they saw as a young pig in the making. In a voice easily heard by those around us, my uncle told the others that we needed to get over to the bathhouse. This turned a few heads as the dudes across from us said that they would see us there in a little bit

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** “Ric” “Mateo” and “Miguel” appear in several of @chi4loads’ stories, including “Ric’s Freshman Year,” and,” and “Ric's 2nd Year At University,” with gracious permission from @chi4loads. You should all read them, they are smokin’ hot stories! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/ CHAPTER 6: As arranged, Matthew Hill met them at the shopping mall, which was bustling with activity – groups of teenagers running and shouting and making mischief, Moms with kids in strollers, elderly people doing a mall-walk circuit, sullen mall employees shuffling around with brooms or maybe store workers on a break, sneaking cigarettes just outside the entrance or eating a quick lunch in the food court. He arranged to meet them here, as it was a central place to all three men. Ric and Mateo lived not three miles away in a affluent suburb while Matthew’s medical practice was a few miles in the other direction. Matthew hadn’t seen them since college graduation ceremonies 10 years ago – and even then, it was just a quick shake of hands and a whispered message, from Mateo into Matthew’s ear: “Anytime you want some pure toxic seed, Ric and I are available…we’re never going on meds, so whenever you’re ready, Matty.” “Matty.” They were the only people who ever had called him that, and the sound of it coming from Ric or Mateo’s lips always got Matthew’s cock stirring, just a bit. He had worked so hard to become “Dr Hill,” that them calling him “Matty” was almost thrilling, in a sneaky, almost forbidden way. He couldn’t fully explain it, all he knew was it made his cock stir. Maybe it was the way they both fascinated and frightened him in college, with their unabashed celebration of their shared HIV status. “Hey, Matty,” he heard behind him, as they approached him on the 2nd floor by the escalators, the place they all agreed to meet. “You look great, Matty,” Mateo said “being a rich doctor certainly agrees with you.” “Oh, I don’t know about rich,” the young doctor replied, “my student loans say otherwise.” “Well, whatever it is,” Ric answered “it agrees with you….except for that one thing missing, right,” he said smiling and running his hands over his stomach and down to his crotch. Motioning ahead of them and off to the right, Ric points the way and says “It’s over here, cmon, boys, let’s get pozzing.” They led him through the throngs of people and stopped in front of what was soon to be a new store at this location: Mattress Universe, or so said the just-installed sign above the entrance, which was closed with a steel cage and a solid steel door behind that. Ric pulled out from his pocket a large ring of keys and finding the right one, unlocked the gate and pulled it upwards so the other 2 men and he could get to the galvanized steel door that came down from above. Unlocking and lifting that up, Ric and Mateo and Matthew stepped inside the empty store and slammed the heavy door closed behind them, although Ric left about a foot of space at the bottom of the metal door, meaning someone on their hands and knees could peer into this place if they wanted. “You leave that opened a bit like that,” Matthew asked, pointing to the space between the metal gate and the floor. “What if someone sees?” “Then they see,” Mateo calmly answered as he moved towards a row of mattress. It pays to advertise. Anyone gets offended they keep moving. Anyone gets excited, they might come back sometime to see what’s going on.” “And anyway,” Ric said, shaking the ring of keys “We’re the mall managers, we got every right to be here. We’re just lucky this store won’t be open for another 2 months…prime pozzing space!” “Now, Matty, get out of those clothes, or do we have to do that for you?” Mateo asked, unbuttoning his shirt and moving towards Matthew. The two men, poz predators that they are, circled around Matthew, who for the first time in his quest for poz status, looked wary of these alpha poz hunters as they sized up their prey. Matthew slowly undressed, undoing the buttons on his Oxford shirt and stripping off the white undershirt, exposing his lean and muscular frame. Ric and Mateo both were in no mood to wait for they were out of their clothes with Ric in front of the young doctor and Mateo in back, pressing his hardening poz, unmedicated, full-blown cock up against the negative flesh of Matthew’s bubble butt. Spitting in his hand and lubing up his AIDS-pole, Mateo quickly pushed Matthew down and drove his cock up the young doctor’s furry little hole, with Matthew letting out a sharp yelp. Mateo withdrew the invading toxic weapon “Nah, we wouldn’t do that to you, would we, Ric,” he assured Matthew, laughing at it. “No, we’ll go easy on you, Matty,” Ric reassured him, with a conspiratorial glance at his husband Mateo. They then led the idealistic young doctor over to a plastic-covered king-sized mattress, Ric telling his partner in depravity “I wanted to pierce his bubble butt first,” half-scolding his hubby Mateo, adding “been waiting 10 years to get up that pussy!” “But first, let’s get this plastic off of this thing,” he said, ripping up the covering from the mattress. Let’s christen this motherfucker right. We don’t ever fuck with a barrier.” They pushed Matthew down on the bed and lifted up his legs for easy access to the negative fuckhole they were about to violate. Mateo, deferring to Ric this time, lubed up his husband’s high-viral cock and Ric responded with beads of viral pre-cum from his pierced cockhead. Mateo gathered some of the seminal fluid on his fingertips and brought them to Matthew’s waiting mouth. “That’s the taste of HIV…enjoy it.” “OK, Matty, here we go, and once we’re in, we’re finishing this job and bringing you into the brotherhood,” Ric announced, plunging the slicked-up pole deep up the young doctor’s cunt. “Yeah, right to the hilt, you’ve got it Matty,” he told the doctor who was squirming at the anal assault, but Mateo lent his hubby a hand by holding down the young doctor and gripping him tightly. Was it a warm, loving embrace or a controlling hold to keep him from getting away, Matthew wondered as Ric drove his cock deeply in and out, while Mateo made sure he couldn’t move too much. Ric’s poz pre-cum was already infiltrating his system, marking him as one of the hundreds of men Ric and Mateo have added to their collection. How ever many further conversions those hundreds of men completed would never be known. Ric was clearly relishing the long-awaited opportunity to breed and seed the one from college “that got away,” for Matthew was literally the only guy who rebuffed Ric and Mateo’s advances and offers to join them in the brotherhood that is HIV/AIDS. But now, at last, his unmedicated cum is going to release its venom on this young doctor’s tight little hole. But as per his arrangement with his loving husband Mateo, his initial fuck of Matthew would now give way to Mateo’s rock hard 9-inch viral cock, and Ric withdrew from Matthew’s mancunt and made way for his husband. Mateo shifted around and without so much as a word to their victim, he drove the AIDS-stick deep up Matthew’s neg hole and let out a string of utterances highlighting his pleasure at the carnal and debauched infection of this young physician. “Oh, yeah, that’s the way, Matty, hold that ass open for me and my toxic cock…it’s working you over right now, Ric and my mutual strain bringing you right into Club Poz.” Mateo, fucking fast and furiously, couldn’t hold out much longer and intensifying his pounding of the doctor’s butthole, he unleashed a torrent of AIDS-cum inside Matthew’s cunt. Even for the multi-cumming Mateo of the legendary poz cum shots, this felt like the most HIV he had ever deposited up a guy’s ass and the deep fulfilment of a successful breeding showed on his face as he beamed a smile at his husband Ric, furiously stroking his own fat, pierced pozzing stick. Mateo finally finished shooting his strains deep up Matthew’s cunt and withdrew for his husband’s turn back up Matthew’s hole to upgrade the young doctor and in just a few strokes of his poz pole deep up Matthew’s ass, Ric followed up his husband’s cum-gusher with a poz fountain of his own HIV inside Matthew’s hole. Matthew, his head buried in the mattress just repeated “breed me, poz me” mantra he repeated every few seconds of the anal assault by the two toxic alpha breeders. Finally, when it was over and both men had done their best to impregnate him with HIV, Matthew turned and saw the two breeding bulls behind him, still stroking their still-hard poz cocks, but Mateo was motioning for another person from the back of the empty store to join them. Matthew wondered what was going on and as he raised his head to see who was approaching, he saw not one, but two men advancing, one a familiar face and one he did not know. “Matthew,” his nurse Keith announced, greeting his employer with a slap on Matthew’s butt. “These guys invited us here to watch but now I think I need to fuck as well. Keith free-swinging poz member, the one that fucked Matthew all those years ago at the glory hole, the one that sent Matthew into a panic at the very thought it might have been a pozfuck and that sent him to the Student Health Center for post-exposure meds, was now poised to enter and drill more poz seed into Matthew’s cunt. His thoughts about who the other man was went out of his head, and Matthew lay back down on the bare mattress and braced himself for another rough poz fuck from his own nurse, the hot hairy nurse Keith. If he had time to think, he’d consider how each man’s fuckgame was a bit different. Ric was fond of deep driving strokes and long and slow pullouts only to drive it back up hard and rough. Mateo, on the other hand, was more of a jackrabbit fuck, with short, staccato rhythms and several pauses to view his handiwork on a man’s pussy. This new fuck from Keith was different still, combining both Ric’s deep “to-the-hilt” technique with Mateo’s short stabbing technique every few minutes. All three men and their varying pozfucks sent Matthew over the edge and his own negative cock, which he hadn’t so much as touched since the all-out anal poz assault began, was streaming a steady stream of jizz onto the mattress. Keith was nearly finished with his handiwork inside Matthew’s cunt and let out a roar, saying “Finally I get the one hole I’ve wanted for years!” and then leaning down to Matthew, pulling him close and whispering in his ear, “since that night at the glory-hole, am I right,” followed by a torrent of HIV transferring from hunky nurse Keith into the warm wet insides of Dr. Matthew. Once Keith’s thrusting and pulsations of hot viral seed were fully deposited inside Matthew’s cunt, Mateo called over the 4th man, an older guy, tanned and ripped, Matthew surmised, from years of working outdoors. “This is Miguel,” Mateo explained. “My Dad. He’s high-viral poz, too, thanks to my husband Ric here,” Mateo continued, looking at his beaming husband and father. Matthew for a moment, through his fuckhaze, looked confused and Ric stepped up to say “It’s a long story,” laughing with his fellow poz buddies, as Miguel stripped off his T-shirt to reveal 2 huge bio-tats and 4 dark Xs across his hairy belly. He then undid his jeans and unleashed his own poz monster, the next one to go up the silky smooth, cum-filled pussy of Dr. Matthew. Miguel’s own fuck strokes were a lot like his son’s – fast, sharp and stabbing, but also with intervals of deep, slow pozfucking as well, and Miguel, being a man who likes to take his time, savored the young doctor’s cummy hole for all it was worth, peppering his fuckdrives with a string of Spanish words. He banged that poz weapon into Matthew’s ass for a full 10 minutes and then exploded with a cum-gusher full of toxic, poz, unmedicated seed, ready to bloom inside the young doctor’s hole. Dr. Matthew felt full of poz cum and yet wanted still more. “More,” he chanted. “Give me more,” he repeated. “More poz, More and More…Must join the Brotherhood, Must join The Ten,” he went on, fidgeting and squirming. “Sir,” came a voice. Again, “Sir,” followed by a tap on his shoulder. “Sir, we’re about to land in Los Angeles. Please return your seat to its upright position and fasten your seat belt for landing.” His eyes bolted open…he was still on the plane from Boston, about to arrive home in L.A. There was no Ric or Mateo in a mattress store, no Keith, and where had he heard of Mateo’s Dad Miguel? Keith must’ve mentioned it at some point. That mall where it all went down – that went out of business 5 years ago! Furiously adjusting himself under the airline blanket to try to make his rock hard cock go down, Matthew said “It was all a dream,” he said to himself, only it was loud enough for the flight attendant to hear. “Yes, sir, I think you were dreaming. Was it a good one?” the flight attendant asked with a smile. His nametag said ‘Calvin.’ “Yes, Calvin,” young Dr. Matthew replied, “it was a really nice dream.” “I should think so, you were saying some special things, Sir,” Calvin answered with a smile and a wink and a further pat on Dr. Matthew’s shoulder, then he began to turn away, and as he turned, Calvin lifted up his button down shirt at the waist to reveal 3 dark X’s tattooed across his mid-section. Pointing at them, he said to Matthew, “I know just what you mean, Sir,” he said with a devilish smile, before resuming his duties with the other passengers in business class. Matthew remained in a poz-desiring stupor as he deplaned, passing by Calvin who slipped him a note with his number on it, all the way to the baggage claim, where he was met by none other than one of the alpha bull poz predators from his dream, his hot hunky nurse Keith, who greeted him with a hug. Matthew then and there said to his nurse,” I need it from you, today and always. Poz me up, Keith.” END OF CHAPTER 6

I want impregnate white woman. I'm a Young African Man

Part 12 I wash myself all clean, especially my ass and hole. I clean my insides to get all the cum and piss out of me, as far as I can, knowing that there will always be a part that stays behind. But somehow , even knowing this, makes me a bit horny again. After a while, I dry myself and walk to the lockers. Wait up... this is not the same room as before. These are not the lockers I put my clothes in. I open one, and I see another jockstrap in it, though this one is clean. It has a word on it. Breed….. What the hell? Oh and there is more. I see a chastity cage. What do I need that for? And how do I need to wear that? I put it on, though I keep thinking this should be wrong. They probably made a mistake. I did not win the game, so the help might have brought me to the wrong room. I'll walk to the door to see if there is someone who can escort me to my own locker room and back outside. The door is locked. Now what, I think to myself? I knock on the door, but no one responds. I take a seat in a chair that's standing in the room. I guess they will notice it in a short time; they can track me by the smartwatch . After five minutes, the door opens, and the host from the game walks in. I'm sorry you had to wait, he tells me. I stand up, and just as I want to ask him to escort me to my own locker room and outside, he starts to talk again. You are here because you won the special prize at the first game. This is a sort of joker, and you placed yourself for this prize. Not only that, you have to choose the prize for the other winners too. Walk with me, please. I am a bit in disbelief. I still won? What did I win then? How? Who are the others? Quickly, I start to follow the host while he walks to one of the other rooms. There is a big screen on it, showing a lot of men. All the photos are taken from above their belts, and all have the same red shirts on. The host starts to talk again. You have to choose four men from this screen. You can scroll down to see more of them. I won't tell you the clue for now, but be sure you make a well-considered choice. i walk to the screen. damm, there are some hot guys. i scroll true the list on the screen. some are cute, sweet, looking friendly, rough, young, old and so on. what choise do i need to make and for what? do i need fit guys, young guys or expierienced guys that know more for mind games or so? ok i think to myself. lets pick 4 guys from diffrent cultures and ages. letssee. here... a white guy around 40 years old, short/bald shaved head. He seems fit and muscular . Hmmm . Oh, this guy is a ginger. He looks young, around 23 if I have to guess. And then a daddy , around his 60s? He looks nice, bald, with a beard and a bit of a belly. Who knows what type is needed ? Then my eye catches a 40-something guy. Bald , huge chest and arms, looks pretty rough and damn hot. I'll take him too. So I clicked on four guys on the screen. The screen shows: selection done. What did I just choose and for what? The host smiles at me. Thanks for your choice. A helper walks in and brings me a cocktail. We have to wait for a while until the games are all done and the winners are ready. "Who has won?" I ask. "Was it Kayode?" "I can't tell yet," the host tells me. "But you will soon find out. Try to relax a bit. " The host asks the helper to give me a massage for the time being and walks out of the room. So the helper does as asked. I walk over to a table, lie down on it, and the helper starts massaging me. He especially takes care of my legs, feet, and back . He has strong hands, and it feels like it's just what I need. I almost fall asleep when I hear the door open again and the host walks back in. Almost 30 minutes have passed. "It is time," the host tells me. "The winners are known , they are ready, and the rooms are cleaned. Please come with me to join the winners." I get off the bed, thank the helper, and quickly walk behind the host. "Each building has one winner," he tells me. "Still remember, we had three buildings with each three big rooms. So now there are three winners and you, the fourth . The host leads me to the door of one of the larger rooms, and we walk in. It is dark, but some lights are following us-just me and the host. He stops and orders me to get to his left side. I wait, staring into the darkness. "Who are the winners?" Then one light goes on. It's a Latin boy with tattoos on his chest and curly hair. "This is José," the host calls out loud . He is from Venezuela , 26 years old, and came to the hotel together with his lover, Carlos. José won the roulette game in building 1 . The second spot goes on. A feeling of joy gets through my body. He did it. He won, I think to myself. The host starts to talk again. "This is the winner of building 2: Kayode. He is from Africa and 21 years old. Fun fact: his name means 'bringing joy.' Well, I can say this: the boy did bring joy. Then the third spot goes on. A long, small guy with long hair and tattoos over his arm, chest, and leg appears. "This is Finn. He is from the USA, 23 years old, loves to skate, and, of course , cruises the skating park in the evenings . He is the winner of building 3. "And then we have you, Jake ..." the host calls my name now. "The winner of roulette game 1. So this makes you the fourth winner, a winner of the special prize . More spots go on now, and I can see a big group of guys standing at the wall of the big round room. They are all around us, and we are standing in the center of the room. Again all the guys are wearing red shirts. In the middle, there are four black leather benches. Some faces look familiar. I have seen them before, but where ? The host starts to talk again. You guys won this first roulette game in the hotel. You can definitely see the young, willing, and eager one took their prize to stand here before all of us. To show you respect and your willingness, we have the following prize for you . Another fuck , but a fuck with no time limit, no challenge , no nothing. Just a fuck for the winners, where you guys fuck next to each other , in whatever position or whatever you like. There are just a few rules . The crowd standing here watches but is not allowed to fuck your asses; like all in the hotel, it is bare only; their shirts stay on. There is another thing... Jake won the special prize, so he picked four guys from this crowd. They will play with you guys. Jake did not know yet the reason he had to pick out guys, and he has not seen them in real life yet in the game. And Jake….. you have to couple them to each winner. Here they are, our four tops. The crowd starts to clap, and four guys walk up. It's the daddy type , the ginger, the short shaved older one, and the last guy I picked, a muscular older short shaved guy. He is really huge... I guess he lives in the gym? That goes through my mind. Now Jake, you can match all the guys together. Think before you match. You have a big responsibility, matching guys for a play, with big consequences. I'm not sure what the host means with this. But, who should I match? Who likes who? I'm observing the tops and the bottom guys. We all wear a jockstrap whit the word; breed. At least the winners/bttms do. The tops all wear a red shirt covering there chest and wearing shorts or underwear. I’m trying to see some sort of flirting, winking, or whatever, but nothing. They are all checking each other out, but there's no sign that someone is more interested in someone. Fuck... Well, I might then start to match myself first. That's the easiest part. Let me think... I guess ... I guess ... I'll take that big muscular guy. I think he will fuck like a beast, and guys like him will probably never have any interest in me outside this hotel. OK, I know, I point to the big muscular 40-something guy with the short shaved head. I match him with me. Good choice, the host calls to me. That's settled then. Now tell me the other matches you made. I start to think again. Let's start with Kayode, my friend. The old daddy, nah... that leaves me with the young ginger guy and the 40-year-old bald guy. If I think about the reaction and face Kayode gave at the first round, I guess he likes a bit older instead of his own age. Let's do that. I point to the bald shaven guy; I'll match him with Kayode. I can see Kayode smile and nod to me. I guess I made a good match for him after all. Now it's just José and Finn . Well , Finn cruises, so I guess he doesn't care who he is with , as long as he gets cock. And José , I don't know at all. Whatever, I guess... Finn with the daddy and José with the ginger guy, I call out. Perfect, Jake, then all matches; a help will guide you to one of the black leather benches . The Latin boy José is the first one with his ginger top to be guided to the bench . The host intervenes and calls out, let his boyfriend gets closer so he can watch and smell it all up close. His name is Carlos; he has dark, curly hair, a hot brown tan , and an orange jockstrap on. He walks up to José and the ginger top. José and the ginger are sitting down on the bench and start to kiss, while Carlos sits with them and watches . He can't stop them; he can't do anything but just watch. Now it's Kayode's turn; the top smacks his hand on Kayode's ass and kisses him when they start to walk. Kayode turns around and jumps into his arms, his legs wrapping around his hips. The top walks with him, carrying him like this to the bench and lays Kayode down. I was hoping to get you, Kayode tells him, just loud enough for me to hear. Then it's Finn with the daddy. Indeed, Finn looks like he doesn't care and grabs daddy by the crotch, pulling him to one of the benches. Now I am up; the help leads me to one of the middle benches, so I am between other bottoms . On my left, Kayode, and on my right, the couple. The big muscular daddy is grabbing my shoulders and starts to massage me. He's strong. Very strong. If he wants to, he can control me in all ways thinkable . He starts to kiss my neck while he is sitting behind me. I can feel the stubble of his beard tickle me. It feels nice. His hands are discovering my body over my chest; my nipples-he even plays a bit with them-before his hands go lower. Over my belly and to my jockstrap. One hand is trying to feel my ass, and the other is grabbing my bulge. Damn, he feels sensual. His hand goes under the jockstrap, and he starts to feel my cock and balls. He can't really move his hands all the way around my balls because the jockstrap is too tight . So he gets his hand out, grabs the jockstrap, and then pulls real hard. The jockstrap breaks... I see him smile a bit while he is still kissing my neck. He grabs the jockstrap and throws it away. Here I am, all naked and a lot of guys watching me being naked and getting foreplay from this guy. He grabs my balls and cock and starts to play with them. I'm checking next to me. I see Kayode giving a blowjob to his match. José is sitting on the lap of his ginger, kissing, and one finger in his hole. His boyfriend Carlos is watching the ginger's fingers up in his boyfriend's hole. And the daddy is already rimming his long-haired match, Finn. I can feel my top pressing his fingers against my hole while he is masturbating me. My hole is still a bit loose from the role-play game, so he doesn't have to press hard before I can feel his finger slowly getting in me. Mmmm . It feels so damn good. My body just loves this: the feeling of someone in me. I moan softly in the ear of the top while he is still kissing my neck. Behind me, he is pulling his own underwear off. My top is naked, sitting behind me, only with his red tight shirt on. My cock is getting hard again, and I can clearly feel he is too. I grab his cock and balls and start to play with them. I let his balls run through my fingers; they are big and full. The top gets back to my ears and starts to lick them sensually while I keep stroking him and playing with his big balls. "All that's in there is for you," he whispers in my ear . Damn . I can hardly hold his balls in one hand, so there has to be a lot of cum in them. Mmmm . Slowly, he lets me lay down on the black leather bench. It feels a bit cold but soft. It's a way better feeling in my back than the spinning wheel earlier . His cock and balls appear at my face when I lay down on my back, and I grab them with my mouth. I nibble on them and slowly suck his balls into my mouth, my tongue playing with them. He is shaved smoothly . Then I let his balls loose and start to kiss his cock. He's half hard, cut. My mind races: let's get him hard, let's see how big it gets. So I start to suck his cock now, softly and gently . His cock tastes clean. I feel his warm cock in my mouth, getting harder and harder as I keep sucking it. Then I try to deep throat it. It is big, though , so I start to gag a bit. But I keep trying... and just after a few tries, I got it. His cock is deep in my throat . His balls slowly slap against my forehead and nose while he pushes in and out. My mouth and throat are his to use. I am his to use; that's what I am, that's what I love now. Then I feel a mouth around my cock too. My cock is being licked, played with, and before I know it, it's getting sucked. What's this? This is new for me? I try to check it out, but because I'm sucking my top, I can't really look down. The top notices it, and I hear him tell me, "I wanted a piece of that slutty boy cock too, so enjoy. " Fuck . Damn . This feels so good. So the top is sucking me too. Here I am, lying down in position 69, with other guys watching. Fuck , I like this. I suck my top as well as I can, and I feel him thrusting in my throat . I'm doing the same to him. I can feel his spit dropping down over my balls. He's really making me wet . And I? My own spit is dropping down his shaft and my cheeks . After some 10 minutes, he gets off me. Both our cocks are hard and shiny from spit. Damn, he is huge. Damn , his muscular body looks so intense with his hard cock hanging right under it. He walks around me and stops at my ass. He grabs my legs and in one pull, pulls me to him until my ass is at the edge of the bench. He puts my legs on his shoulders . I guess he will fuck me rough now, goes through my mind. I grab the bench and start to prepare myself for a hard and painful thrust that opens me up. But instead, the top kneels down. What ? Where is he going? My legs push over his shoulders and then he bends forward, his face burying in my ass. He pushes my ass apart and really dives his face in. I can feel his mouth against my sphincter, and he starts to kiss it and blow against it. I shiver. Damn, this is hot and feels good. His tongue now starts to lick me and push against my hole. He...he...is eating me. The top licks my hole wet and pushes his tongue in me, and I can only moan loud . This feels fantastic... In the corners of my eyes, I can see all the guys watching, eye-fucking me. I can see the other bottoms . They seem to enjoy themselves too. I can clearly see that Finn's hole is really wet and slimy from the spit of Daddy . He is getting mouth-fucked now. Threads of spit and slime are running down his chin. Daddy gets his cock out now and pushes Finn on his back. He takes his legs and spreads them like breaking a twin popsicle . Holding them wide and positioning his cock against his wet hole . I can hear Finn clearly scream , "Break my hole, fuck me bare, use me. " I see Daddy just thrust real hard into him. Finn can only yell and moan loudly . Some guys start to applaud . When I watch José , I can see him climb on top of the ginger boy. Damn, I think that ginger looks good. He has a really big cock-bigger than I thought he would be. He really looks fit in that tight red shirt. José is trying to position the ginger's cock against his hole, but he is a bit in trouble. His boyfriend Carlos then takes the ginger's cock in his hands. Is he now helping his boyfriend to get fucked? He is... I clearly see him positioning the ginger's cock against the sphincter of his boyfriend José. They even look at each other and wink... then José lets himself drop down on the bare hard cock of the ginger while he lets out a growl... fuck, that's love... I watch Kayode; he is lying on his back too, just like me. He's getting a rim job as well, and he is clearly loving it, like me. He watches me. We both laugh and stick out each other's arms. We grab hands while both of us are getting eaten. We gaze into each other's eyes. This is the best… Together with a friend, having both our holes eaten and prepped for a good deep fuck. What the hell do you want more? Both our tops interact too. They see us holding hands while they both eat our asses. They grin. My top calls the host. "If these boys are holding hands while both are getting rimmed, can we taste both holes? " The host thinks for a second. "Yeah, sure," he calls out loud . "Only rimming, but you guys are matched, so you both top your own boy. " Both tops laugh and stand up. I get a smack on my ass, and then they switch places. I hold my legs up, and Kayode's top takes position at my hole. He instantly starts to lick me deep. I let out a soft moan. Meanwhile, I can see Kayode getting the same treatment . "Sweet hole," I can hear him say between my ass. "Tastes like a willing boy hole. But I do like that black meat more," he winks at me. I can just see the wink, watching through my open legs. "Fuck , he can lick good." He is mixing his spit and Kayode's ass fluids with mine. He is really tongue-fucking me. I even feel a finger coming up in my hole. "Damn . " The host now intervenes , "Only rimming. Nothing more. I already did you guys a favor. So, get back to your own matches again. " The tops swap back again, and they both start to lick our holes again. My hole feels so wet; I want it to be filled. It looks like my top can read my mind because, at the same time, he starts to finger my hole. He is gentle but goes in deep. He tickles my prostate. The top of Kayode is more rough and already standing near his ass, his cock against Kayode's sphincter. "Here it comes, my slut. My white bare cock will go up your pink hole and fill you right up with everything I have... " With that, I can see him punch his cock deep into Kayode. Kayode screams a bit but grabs his ass to pull him even deeper inside . "Fuck , fuck," I hear him moan. "You ripped me; this hurts. You ripped my hole up so good. Fuck ." I look to him while the top stays deep in him, some tears in Kayode's eyes. I guess the top was so rough he tore up Kayode's already bruised hole. He pulls a bit back, and I can indeed see some red blood spurt from Kayode's ass. But Kayode keeps motivating the top, "Fuck me, use my hole, I'm nothing more than a cum dump," he yells to the top. So the top starts to fuck him. My top sees it and also notices that I'm the only bottom still not getting fucked. He pushes two fingers deep into my hole. My body shakes when he touches my prostate. I feel his fingers deep inside me. He is massaging me, finger-fucking me. "If you want me, beg me," he laughs, pushing his fingers deep in and out of me. "Fuck," I moan. "Hell, I want you... " I want to feel your cock deep inside me, fucking me, breeding me, I moan out loud . I can see my top likes how I beg him, and not only he likes it. I can see others watching me, getting even closer. My top spits at my hole, fucking his spit into me with his fingers, and then stands up. He puts his cock against my sphincter. "Are you sure?" he laughs meanly. "There is no way back when I fuck you; I won't pull out; I will breed you ." "Please ," I whisper to him, "fuck me... " The top starts to build up pressure now, and my hole doesn't need a lot of pressure to let his cock in. I feel him slowly getting into me, inch by inch deeper inside me. I can only moan. I am a fuck toy; I need cocks to fuck me. I'm a sex addict now, I guess... I love how he enters me and keeps shoving it in. His big balls slowly hit my ass while he pushes deep. I grab his ass with my hands, feeling his muscular ass and pulling him even deeper inside me. He is so big and muscular; he is like a dream come true. Slowly he pushes in and out of me. He pushes out just enough to let his cock head in me and then pushes back in . I feel his trust in his ass muscles. I'm loving it . "Fuck," I moan. "Mmm." his cock is so big that I feel it deep in me. Hitting my prostate when he thrusts back in me, deep against my second hole. I feel so filled up. He is starting to thrust faster and faster, and he grabs my hips to keep me in place and to push even deeper. I keep my hands on his ass for the same reason. Though I do love how his ass muscles tense up when he thrusts in me. I'm moaning louder and louder , but I'm not the only one. All the bottoms are moaning now. His balls slapping hard against my ass, and his red shirt is soaked in sweat . I push myself a bit up so I can kiss him deeply while his cock is deep in me. His kiss is warm, wet, and hot. We are both panting face to face while our mouths sometimes find each other . My top is so sensual, soft, sweet, and hot, it's almost does not combine with his looks. But I love it. Never have I had such a muscular guy in me. I can hear Kayode next to me, panting in pain and lust. His body is all sweaty, his ass getting pounded really hard. I guess I made a good choice with this match. On the whole other side, I can hear daddy thrusting hard and deep into Finn. "I'm filling you up, boy," I hear him scream . "My strain will stay in you forever . " "Yes, daddy... yes, daddy.... use your boy, give your boy your load," I hear him. Finn cruises all the time, so he doesn't really care who fucks him, only if he gets bred. I can see that José is still riding his top. but I guess he already has one load up his hole. cum is dripping down on the ginger's shaft and José's hole. But that doesn't mean they're done. he is still riding him. I kiss with my top. Oh, he's so deep in me. I want his load... But I want to take the lead now; I want to ride him, just like José. I push my top with my hands a bit away and ask him to take a seat. He looks a bit puzzled but does as I ask. I put my feet on the black leather bench and lower myself, my ass against his cock and our chests both pushed together . I feel his cock against my sphincter and push down. He's inside me again. Mmmmmm . The place I want him to be. Softly, I ride him while we keep kissing. His hands are on my ass and mine are hanging around his neck and back . With his hands, he helps me push up and down so I can ride him harder. In this position, I can even see the other tops and bottoms better. I watch the face of Kayode. He is really in pain and lust. He is willing to obey and take whatever the top wants. His face and body are so full of sweat, but his lust is the part that dominates all. I can see the top's cock fucking him real hard. It is really wet, slimy with red streaks . "Use me, fuck me, daddy," he screams. This is something I love to get sometimes , pure lust. My top kisses my ear, holding me tight . I feel his muscular, sweaty body against mine while I try to ride him as hard as I can. I see Kayode getting up, bending toward his top, and grabbing his red shirt really tightly at the back. I want to know... I want to know... he moans out loud while watching his top in his eyes. "You fuck me hard, you breed me, I'm your bitch boy, but I want to know... " I see him tighten his grip on the red shirt, and then he tears it into two pieces from his back in one pull. The shirt is now hanging loose , the back of the top clearly visible-a white-skinned back. I hear the host calling in the back, "This is not allowed, boy... " But Kayode does not listen; he holds the shirt tightly and lies back down, taking the shirt with him, revealing his top's body. First, some big arms and shoulders. He clearly works out. It's even bigger than I thought when he had his shirt on. Then Kayode pulls further , ripping the shirt off and throwing it behind him. A clearly fit and white smooth body becomes visible, some small hairs around his nipples. A small sign on his side. I'm not sure what it is-a Japanese letter or something ? And a clearly visible tattoo on his chest: a biohazard symbol, just like the one as the sign of the hotel. photo ofKayode and his top I hear Kayode moan hard with joy. "Fuck yeah, daddy. I knew... I knew... fuck daddy, fuck me even harder! Use my hole, use me all you want. I need your load deep in me. Poz me, daddy. Fuck me up." I'm confused. What is this? I heard this before; I've seen these tattoos before... why is Kayode begging him even more? "You broke the rules, boy," I hear the host say. But I can't do anything to hide this anymore. "You bottoms , you can get your top's shirt off too if you want to know... but boy... there will be consequences for your act." I'm full of confusion; I watch Kayode, his top, my top, and the other guys. My mind is going into overdrive . I see Finn grabbing his daddy's shirt. He slowly starts to unbutton it; a hairy gray chest is becoming visible. I hear the daddy growl to Finn , "Here it comes, boy, here I come . I'm going to load you. My daddy's seed is going up your boy cunt, and it will stay with you forever." Finn grabs his shirt and pulls; the other buttons just fly off. His big belly gets exposed, a large hairy chest with hairy pink nipples . Just down his chest and over his belly, a big scorpion tattoo. I hear the daddy growl and moan, "This will sting you, boy; you will be daddy's boy forever. You will carry me with you." Finn just starts to laugh and pant . "Fuck yeah, daddy!" he screams . "Breed me ! Sting me with your load! " Then the daddy thrusts deep into Finn and moans hard; his body is shaking. I hear Finn gasp while I hear him softly say, "Fill me up... fill me up... you're breeding me so good... I'm your boy, daddy... I love your cum... your poz cum... " photo, Finn and his top daddy Then I see José ripping the shirt off his ginger top too. His skin is all pale and white; his body is smooth and near perfection. On his chest, there is a big tattooed word: TOXIC. "Fuck yeah," I hear José scream to him. "And you loaded me twice." Indeed , I did see cum around his hole earlier, dripping down the ginger's shaft. Jose did get his cum up his hole already… but what… what is this toxic tattoo mean… Photo if José, Carlos and there ginger top. Carlos is sitting next to him, licking his lips. "Can I take one too, please ... like my boyfriend ? Let him mark us both." "Okay, for this time," I hear the host call out, "because you're a couple, but don't tell others." José stands up, and the cock of the ginger pops out of his hole. Cum is dripping out of his hole and onto the cock of the ginger top. Within a few seconds, Carlos is on his cock, pressing his ass down, getting the ginger's cock deep inside him. "Breed us both," he pants in pain and lust. "Give me what you gave my boyfriend. We will carry it with love. Poz us both up with your load." My head spins . What the heck is this? What does this all mean? The tattoos, the buzzing , the stinging... I'm getting nervous and afraid. My body and my hole are responding in a whole different way. My body is tensing up, automatically bouncing on my top harder. My hole itches from lust, and my sphincter milks him. I watch him deep in his eyes while he grins at me. I glance back at Kayode, who is really taking it hard right now. His body is bouncing hard on the black leather bench. His top is fucking him in fury. His ass is getting red, and his hole is getting ripped open. "Fuck me... fuck me..." he yells . "This hurts, my hole... my hole... you're ripping me open..." I can see the top's cock clearly covered with red slime threads from Kayode's ass blood. His face shows that he is really in pain, but still in lust. "You have to be the one, be the one," he yells out loud . "Fuck your black boy, make me your boy, give me your poz load. I'll be Daddy's black poz boy," he keeps screaming . "What the hell ?" I think. I can see the top is reacting to Kayode's begging. His cock is growing bigger and bigger. He's getting close to cum. Meanwhile, I am riding my top harder and harder from the excitement I see right before my eyes. Whether I want it or not... my body is reacting, and I'm hard as hell . "Fuck me, Daddy , breed me up," Kayode screams again. "Poz me with your HIV poz load! " With that, his top starts panting. "Here you go, boy, all you want, my HIV poz potent seed." I can see him thrust really hard into Kayode while Kayode screams . His muscles tense up, his balls and the base of his cock shiver, and the top moans out loud . He is breeding Kayode now deeply... I hear my top moan too. "That's hot, isn't it , boy?" he calls to me. "Here comes my load, too." I watch him deep in his eyes. "You want to know, boy?" he smiles. "Get my shirt off, and maybe you'll know." My head just spins... did I hear "pozzing," "HIV" ? Stinging . Is this real? Do they have HIV? Are they fucking all guys bare, breeding them, infecting them ? And fuck... am I? Did I take some... do I already have it? My mind is just panicking, but my body is full of lust. Before I really know what I am doing, I grab my top's shirt and rip it apart, uncovering his huge muscular body. He is huge... a black necklace around his neck. Some hair is covering his chest. Large pectoral muscles are visible, his nipples pointing down-that's how big his chest is. A six-pack is his belly. I thrust myself deep down on him, his cock really deep in me, and then I hear him moan. Cum shoots up my hole, tickling my insides. I watch him; I examine his body , looking for some signs ... but nothing. No tattoos , no spots, no biohazard or toxic signs . I kiss him, in love, in eagerness, but maybe also a bit of disappointment- a feeling of missing out. What the heck is this? I think in my mind... He breaks off the kiss . "Well, boy, I don't have tattoos... so you'll have to wait to know until after the exposing party," and he starts to kiss me again. My mind and feelings are going everywhere . A feeling of panic . Did I take poz HIV poz loads? Are all poz loads toxic? Is everyone with a tattoo like that poz? Mark had a tattoo like that; is he poz ? Is he sick? He doesn't look like it... Also, a feeling of missing out is rising in me... when I see those other bottoms beg, fucking with lust, willingly. They just give it all. They give themselves to the tops. That looks so hot, so damn good... I want that too... My mind is turning into one big error. Meanwhile, I feel something wet against my belly. I just shot my own cum... with my top's cock still in me. But I don't really care. The feeling in my hole-that's what I care about . And the part of pleasuring a top... what is this? My mind... The top lays me down on the leather bench, thanks me, and walks away, just like all the other viewers are doing. I can see Finn giving his daddy a kiss and walking out. Jose and Carlos are walking out too, chatting with their ginger top. Both have cum dripping out of their holes. I clearly hear them telling each other in which rooms they are staying this holiday , to hook up some more. I just lay there, my mind spinning. As I look to my left at Kayode, I see that he is being pulled up by two helpers . His ass is red, cum dripping out, mixed with some blood and anal fluid. He is getting support from the helpers to walk, but not to the main exit. No, to a small door at the side of the room. "You will be punished ," I hear one of the helpers tell him. In a few minutes , everyone is gone; it's just me lying here, for at least 20 minutes. Slowly, I get back up and start to walk to the exit doors. I pass the locker room and go inside. I'm all alone; everyone is gone. I take a shower, jump into my clothes, and leave Building Two . I start to walk in the garden; it's getting late and darker. I pass some guys, but I don't look up at them. My mind keeps spinning and thinking. I walk straight to my room, lock my door, and head to bed. My mind is spinning overtime, thinking about what just all happened . What did I do? What are these mixed feelings? Why is my hole still itchy for more ? I wait and slowly fall asleep, all alone in my hotel room.

Part 11 While I walk into the locker room , where the other teams are waiting for their turn, I can feel cum dripping out of my hole. It leaves a small trail on my butt and on the floor. It's like the Hansel and Gretel fairy tale. You can see the path I walked, leaving cum spots all over. And it's not just me; Kayode has the same. When we enter the locker room , we don't say anything to the other teams that are still waiting to play , but we can see their eyes on us. Well, actually on our asses that are dripping. No questions are needed about what we took, I guess. The host walks us to some showers in the back of the locker room with instructions to clean ourselves. We both walk up to the showers and turn them on. Cold water runs over my head, down my neck and chest, to my filled-up hole, washing some cum drops away. It's a hall of showers, so there's no privacy here. I can see Kayode doing the same. He's washing his ass and is keeping the shower hand bar to his ass. He sees that I watch him. Damm, he is hot, I think to myself. Kayode really has a nice ass and body. The first team is almost done showering, but I hear someone walking up behind me. A hand is gripping my ass, and a finger touches my hole. There is a dripper... that hole took some. It is one of the guys from the first team, the 30-year-old guy. He pushes his finger deep up my hole and makes me shiver again. "Feels wet, just like your friend over there," he nods to Kayode . "Your speed has a price," he laughs. " Let him be," Kayode tells him. "There is enough cock and asses in this roulette game for everyone ." The player gets his finger out of my hole and watches while his finger is full of cum when he pulls it out of me. "Just wanted a taste," he smiles. With that, he licks his own finger clean, covered in my cum that was up my hole. I watch him in disbelief. Was that all up my hole? And even more still in me? I never knew I could take so much. And he just licked it up? Together with my ass juices? "Tastes good, might be a toxic mix," he laughs at me. The player walks away from me, and Kayode calls me to him. "Don't worry," he tells me, "those guys are dicks. Get your ass here; let's clean that hole up." I walk to Kayode and stand close to him. Watching his body is making me hard. My hand slowly touches his cock. I'm not thinking in any way of what that other guy just told me. I'm only thinking of that hot body of Kayode next to me. Glad you like me, he laughs. I grab his cock tight and let my hands softly play with it. His balls run through my fingers. He is built big. Is every black cock that big, I wonder? My hand is touching his body. Over his six-pack to his chest, I let my fingers rest on his nipples, slowly playing with them. Softly, I kiss Kayode. Damn, that boy can kiss. I turn myself to him with my still filled hole and press my ass against his crotch. Kayode starts to laugh. "Your ass is turning into a slutty breeding hole... that's nice, mate, but I'm a bottom, bro. So let's save the fun for the next part of the game and let me just clean that ass of yours." Fuck, I think to myself, but he is right. There is still one game to go. I can feel a cold shower against my hole. "Bend over, let's wash it ," Kayode tells me. My head is waking up again, and I bend a bit over. Kayode seems to know what he's doing while washing me. When he's done with me, I need to help him too, and I try to copy the way he did it for me. I wash his beautiful tight ass and remove all the cum that I can see. His hole looks really fresh again, ready for the next round. In 20 minutes, we are done, and we leave the shower to join the guys in the locker room again, just around the corner. We wait till all teams are back. The host gives us the scores again. We were not the fastest, but we did earn some points. Kayode is in second place on the scoreboard . I'm somewhere in the middle. Just one game left. The host calls us all together and starts to talk again. The next game is called blackjack . The rules are simple: get as close to 21 as you can. Bust it when you think you're close enough or no longer can take it (the host starts to grin ). You get points, the same as the number you have. It counts with the points you had earlier . If you exceed 21 points in this game, you get nothing. So think before you proceed with anything. In each large room, there are four spinning tables set up. You will lie on that spinning table. You are the dice yourself, if you know what I mean. You will be strapped to the spinning table on your back with your legs apart. Around you, there will be 12 tops. Each top has a number on it. You can give yourself a spin. You can push yourself off on the handles placed that are placed all around the table. The harder you push, the harder and longer you spin. The wheel you are chained to will turn... When it stops, the guy standing right beneath you, between your legs, is the number you spun. That guy has 10 minutes with you. There will be four tables in the room; we can't fit more in it. So, not all of you can play at the same time. Some have to wait a while. You can watch the scoreboard; your points will be added to the points you already have. The one with the highest score stays. If you drop down to second or even lower , we will escort you out. We thank you for participating in the game, and we wish you a good continuation of your holiday. Watch the screen; you are picked from the lowest to the highest scores. Damn. So... now I need to give up all control to a top. I have no say in whatever happens. Only my spin will determine which guy I'm playing with. I'm getting nervous. I'm not in the first round; there are players with fewer points. There is no screen, so we can't watch. We only hear moaning coming from the big room. It makes me even more nervous, but also excited. What and how will this game be, and what will it look like? I take a piss and have another drink while I wait. It takes some time, and some guys are being asked to follow the host into the room. I watch the scoreboard, and I can see points being added, but also guys getting no points at all, and guys dropping in the ranking. They are being escorted out, and a red cross becomes visible behind their names . Then I am up. I hug Kayode and wish him luck. It's not his turn yet because he is one of the guys with the most points. I walk into the room. One table is empty, and I'm being escorted to it. I can see other spinning wheels where guys are chained. Some look really wasted. Are they sick or just roughened up by a top? I can smell the odor of cum, piss, gag, sex, and sweat in the room. One guy has a red ass like a tomato. You can see handprints on him, and his hole is puffy and open. One guy is covered in fluids. If I have to guess, it's piss mixed with cum. I'm getting led to the wheel, and a helper is just cleaning it. "Sorry," he says, "it was a mess. Just cleaning it a bit for you." I can see the tops standing and smiling next to the wheel. They all have chains with numbers. Again, they are all wearing red shirts whit numbers, so I can't see any part of their chests. From some guys, I see parts of tattoos coming out of their sleeves. There are younger and older guys, but they all look rough. They all have shorts on, with, again, a zipper. I don't have to ask why that zipper is there; I already know that part from the first game. "Go ahead," the help says to me. "Take a place in the middle of the wheel." I climb on the wheel and sit in the middle. All tops are going around the wheel and me. I watch them closely, face by face, scanning their bodies and shorts. Some have a big, hard bulge in their shorts. photo of Jake on the spinning wheel. "Watch closely ," the helper says to me. All the tops have a number on their shirts. Those are the points. Get as close to 21 as you can. If a top is too rough for you and you stop, the game stops too, and you can't spin again. Just so you know. "Go and lie down now," the helper tells me. I do as I'm told and lie down on the spinning wheel . The helper ties my hands down on the wheel . "Spread those legs," he says. I do as I'm told, and they are getting bound too. "Okay, now start the game," while the helper walks away. Fast, I watch the other wheels, and I can see guys getting slapped and fucked. I guess that's what will happen to me soon too. I grab the handles and then push it hard. The wheel spins with me on it. It spins hard and for a long time. I get dizzy, and I'm not sure when and where it will stop. Now I know why some of the other bottoms look a bit sick. Slowly, the wheel slows down. I watch the tops' faces while I spin past them. They are laughing . Some spit on my face while I pass them. On my cheeks , on my body, on my mouth. The wheel stops. I'm dizzy as hell, so I'm not sure where or which guy it stopped at. I can hear some guys breathe in disappointment , but one guy clearly says, "He is mine for 10 minutes ." I can hear a click; my legs are being freed, but my hands stay locked on the wheel . The other guys take a step back, and I look up. My view over my body, past my cock, and there I see him. I spun number 12... jackpot... a big muscular guy, looks a bit Arabic in origin , bald with a short shaved head, a big beard, tattoos coming out of his shirt, a big bulge, and strong legs. He looks dark and mean out of his eyes. I swallow in nerves. photo of the guy whit number 12 I feel his strong hand gripping my feet, slowly moving across my legs to my upper thighs . His hands feel warm and rough on me. They are tight around me, though it feels really good. Slowly, his hands go up my upper thighs till I feel his fingers touch my cock and balls. My cock is starting to react and getting a bit excited . He grabs my balls with his strong, big hands and closes his hand around them. It feels so hot and warm. I really like the feeling. But then... he starts to tighten up his hands, my balls trapped in them. He tightens up fast and hard... he's ... he's crushing my balls. It hurts; it hurts like hell. I hear a scream in the room; my mind wonders from whom . Then I recognize it. It's my own voice... I am screaming. Screaming in pain because he is crushing my balls. The top slowly bends over me... "You don't need those nuts, as a fuck hole," he grins at me. "I am number 12 for a reason. I am the hardest over here. " And he crushes his hands again... "Fuckkkkkk. Aaaaahhhhhhhh , it hurts," and I scream again. He just laughs and then lets my balls loose . My balls feel crushed , red, painful, while the top walks around the table to my face. His crotch hanging against my nose. I can smell it, and his bulge looks huge. He opens up his zipper and gets his cock out. It has to be somewhere around 7.8 inches and is cut. He is semi-hard already. Open up that mouth, boy. I have 10 minutes and no time to waste. I open my mouth, and he just sticks his cock in, pushing it into my throat. I start to gag, but he does not pull back. I start to gag and cough up slime. It's all around his cock, leaking from the sides and dripping on my face. But he does not pull back and slaps my face with his hand instead. Don't be a pussy, boy; just swallow. I do as I'm told and try to get calm, sucking his cock into my throat. His cock is now wet and slimy from me gagging on it. and then I taste something . I feel a warm, wet sensation in my throat , a feeling of drowning and the urge to swallow. My body reacts, and I start to swallow. A warm fluid, tasting spicy... My eyes widen ... he is pissing into my throat, and I can do nothing but swallow... The top laughs at me; I just need to get rid of this and don't like it to be wasted. I like my boys dirty, and he keeps pissing in me. Beam after beam, I feel piss flowing down my throat and swallow it. I'll try to stay calm in my mind, but it's hard to do so. What the fuck is happening to me... I never thought of this... The top then pulls his cock out, still pissing. Out of my throat and into my mouth. I can now taste his piss really well, and still, I am swallowing it. The top starts to laugh, seeing this boy likes it. He even swallows it now when he can just purge it out. He then gets all of his cock out and starts to piss on my face and body. It's a sort of warm waterfall, hitting my naked thighs and down my body. I feel my hair wet and dripping, my body, my own ass and cock. He just pisses on me, all over. And I... can't do anything... but let it happen and try to enjoy... I can hear the other tops clap their hands, encouraging the top while they watch me. After some seconds, the top stops pissing. "I'm done pissing, slut," he shouts to me. He pushes his cock down my throat again. I can taste his filthy piss, but I clean his cock as much as I can. He gives a small slap against my face as approval and takes his cock back out again. Slowly, he walks to the other side of the table again, while I am still wet and dripping from his piss. He climbs on the spinning table, and I feel my legs getting spread. He pushes them over his shoulders, so my ass gets lifted. I watch his face and eyes carefully, while my hands are still tied down. My hole tightens up; I can't do anything while I lie here chained. I have to take whatever is coming, and I need to take these points. Meanwhile, my cock got hard from this threat, but my balls are still hurting. They might be blue as hell, comes across my mind. Then he gets his face down to my ass. I can feel his beard scratching across my hole and ass. His breath at my hole is warm; against my hole, I can feel my hole twitch a bit. A wet, warm, tickling feeling surprises me. He's licking my sphincter, his warm tongue pushing a bit in me. His tongue feels soft and tender, though the top is not tender at all. his beard scratching against my ass and thighs. pushing his tongue with force against me and trying to get a bit in. then the tip of his tongue does. I can feel it. his tongue going deeper and a warm, hot feeling comes over me. meanwhile I feel a finger coming in too, pushing against my prostate. I'm starting to moan; this feels so good. then he stops rimming me but keeps his finger in me, pushing against my prostate as he watches me face to face, deep in my eyes. a true bottom slut, he tells me softly. a tight, wet hole I enjoy, and moaning while I finger your hole, just begging for more, he tells me. then he pushes a second finger in, trying to open me up. I can only start to moan harder. here I am, moaning in bliss , with a top between my legs, fingering my hole. he is right, I want more; I want it all. He then gets his fingers out and pushes my legs up even more. He starts to sit up, my legs over his shoulders, and I can feel his cock against my ass. "See the clock above you," he tells me. "Five minutes left, and I'm going to use this time to take that ass of yours. You can watch the clock until it's time because I will take this time to fuck." He then sets his big cock against my hole. It still feels wet from the gagging before. But fuck, his cock swells up and he is huge. He grabs my shoulders, presses me down, and holds me. I can see his muscles tighten . And then... I feel a push... not a normal push, but hard, really hard. A feeling of pain shoots through my body, and my sphincter breaks. His cock just shoots up my hole like a racing car. There is no stopping, no grip on his cock; he just pushes real hard and my hole breaks for his cock. My anal walls are getting pushed to the sides when his cock shoots up. Pain , terrible pain in me, and a feeling of being filled up. Hard, I yell, " Fuuucccckkkkkkk!" There is no escape from him; he holds me and his ass is his. His cock rams up into me, and with a big slap, his groin slaps against my ass. He's in me, all the way. I try to get some air; I feel filled up, painful, scared, and so much more. But his cock does feel good in me. My hole is gripping his cock all over, from the base to the top, deep inside me. I can feel it deep inside, and I am honored . Painfully and hard, he starts to push and back down, fucking me like a wild animal. He's pumping my hole extremely fast. My mind and body do not even have the chance to register if his cock is in or out of my hole. His cock just slams in me, rubbing my prostate. The way he fucks me is the way I need. My hole burns, my sphincter tight around his cock. I can feel my sphincter getting ripped up. My legs on his shoulders and he watching me deep in my eyes. I can only moan and groan. The help walks up to me and holds a little bottle under my nose. "Sniff this, otherwise your hole will be ripped to pieces and your holiday might be over then. " All I can think is I'll do anything for some pain relief , so I take a big sniff. My head starts to spin a bit; I feel my mind and muscles relax. The pain in my hole fades away. I can feel pleasure, purely pleasure while the top ravages my hole. I feel him thrusting hard and deep, and I start to moan loudly from pleasure. The top grins . "There is the slut, like a real good slut loving my cock and loving his ass used." He only starts to pound me even harder. The time seems to slow down. I can feel his balls slapping hard against my ass while the top lowers himself on me. His beard scratching my body, over my chest and nipples , to my face and mouth. He starts to kiss me, his tongue deep in my mouth. I can feel his wet shirt from sweat wiping over my body, mixing with the remains of piss that I still have on me. I feel a huge sensation up my hole, like I never felt before. I am enjoying myself; I love his cock. The second he stops kissing, he spits in my open mouth, and I just let him. The I hear a bell ring. My mind is still racing, and I am watching my top deep in his eyes. "Fuck," he says to me. "Time is up," I hear a helper say. "Time for another spin... The"" data-pos="195" data-len="10" > " The top gets off me, my legs still open for him. He grips my legs and locks them down on the wheel again. I remain still for a few minutes. "Did ... did... did you cum?" I softly ask. "Nah ," the top says. "Too bad the time was up. I wanted to fill you up though . "What… What did you give me?" as i look to the helper. "Those were some strong poppers, boy. Just to help you relax. "Try to get your head back for a minute, and then we start again." I glance at the other tables, and I can see there are two new guys on the spinning tables. I guess I missed it when they walked out and were done with the game. Damn , I now have 12 points. Let's see how close I can get to 21. I grab the handles strongly and give them a strong push. I let myself spin again, round and round. The faces and crotches of the tops are spinning beside my head. Slowly, the wheel starts to slow down again and stops. I hold my head up and watch what number I spin. Number 4. That's a total of 16 points I spin. Number 4 laughs, and I watch him closely . It's a younger guy, I think 25 or something . He is thin, very slim; I can see clearly his shirt is too wide and his hips have bones sticking out. He looks like he is an addict or sick and wasted. I'm not sure why he looks like this. I can see his life is rough and hard, even when he is still this young. He has a nice smile . And damn, he has a big bulge in his underwear. It really sticks out compared with his slim body. photo of the guy whit number 4 The guy is starting to unlock my legs. His thin fingers touch my feet and legs. He is not wasting any time, and before I know it, I feel his hand discovering my ass. His finger pushes against my just-fucked hole. He's making circles with his finger on my hole, and it feels really hot. Then, within a second, his finger starts to push in. I can feel his thin finger up my hole, massaging my prostate . It feels hot. With his other hand, I can see him opening his underwear. A huge cock plops out of it. It is thick, veiny, and big. The top smiles when he sees me looking at his cock, while his finger is still in me. "All boys like my cock," he smirks. "So many holes have taken it, and yours is next." He then gets his finger out of me and pushes my legs apart. His cock against my sphincter. I can feel him already dripping some pre-cum or whatever else it is against my hole. The helper comes to me and is holding a bottle again. "You're a lucky guy," he tells me. "Again, you are going to enjoy a real big cock. So sniff it up and let your body relax." I take a big, deep sniff. Tears run in my eyes, and my mind fades away. At the same time, I feel some sort of pressure and a feeling of getting stuffed. It's the top. This number four is pushing his cock up my hole really slow. My sphincter just breaks and gives my inner self to the top. My hole is on his cock, his to use for the next ten minutes. Softly I moan while his cock goes deeper and deeper. Just in one flow and thrust, he pounds himself deep into my hole. I can hear myself giving a yell . Fuck , I huff. He is huge. I can feel his bony hips pressing against my thighs while his cock is deep in me. He lets me relax a bit and then starts to thrust. Fuckkk , dammmm. He goes deep and hard, I can feel his hips thrusting against me. Some hard slams; I bet he will leave some bruises. But my mind is still Flying, and my whole body is relaxed from the poppers. So I let him fuck me, with no hesitation and just a bit of faded-away pain. I feel his bony hips thrusting hard against my ass. His thick, hard cock deep in me. Damn, I love this feeling. "Fuck me," I moan to him, "fuck me hard. " The top hears it and starts to fuck me harder and rougher. The feeling is slowly coming back, but my body is all relaxed. I can feel my hole burning from taking his big cock. My hole is gripping tightly around his big cock. His balls are slamming against it every time he pushes deep inside me. His hands are placed on my chest, and I can feel his thin fingers touching me, playing with my nipples while he leans a bit over me. I follow his arms with my eyes. I can see pale skin, bones sticking out beneath his skin. Thick veins and small muscles appear with his intense pounding. The guy is giving me all he can. I can see blue spots on his arms. I'm not sure if those are from needles, from sickness, or from something else rough . My eyes follow his arms up to his bony shoulders and chest. He has no chest hair, and his chest is really flat and skinny, though his nipples are big and hot-nipples that should be sucked and played with. He is sweaty and keeps pounding as if it is the last thing he will ever do. Then I watch closely as he faces me . I can clearly see he was damn hot at one time; he still has that look. But time and life have taken a toll on it. His eyes are fixed ahead , not on me. He is just intensely fucking me, doing his job as a top and not caring about me at all. What happened to this guy? Somewhere in his 20s or 25, looking that rough and thin. Slowly the feeling in my body is coming back, and I can feel him fuck me more intensely . I can clearly hear his balls slapping hard against my ass and his hip bones smashing into me. It hurts every time he pounds me, his cock thrusting deep inside me, pushing my limits . My hole can't get any grip on his cock; it feels slippery. Is it all pre-cum? I feel some pain deep inside my hole, but I guess the worst is already done. I clearly hear the guys around the wheel supporting the boy. "Fuck him, fuck him, breed him, cum in that man's pussy”. The guy responds, "I will, I will fill him up..." and he starts to pound even harder. Pain shoots through my body, and the help wants to give me another sniff. Just before I take a sniff , my mind races and thinks , "If I am indeed the last fuck of this boy, let him enjoy and let him fill me up." So, with that, I scream to him , "Fuck me, give me your cum, load me up..." I can see the boy laughing at me and nodding . Then I take another sniff. My body immediately reacts to it , and my sphincter just relaxes . I feel the guy pound me way more easily, and with this, he can push even a bit deeper. His cock is rubbing my prostate, so my body responds, and I am really hard while he is fucking me. My balls are hard, but every time he pounds back into my hole, I can feel them bounce. I start to moan loudly , just like the top. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I'm yours to use... I love this, I love this ... fuckkk..... I feel a sort of electric impulse through my whole body, and I start to spasm. I feel wet drops hitting my body, face, and mouth. My mind is going crazy, and I don't really understand what these drops are yet. My body is spasming so badly, and the pleasure is unbelievable . Just a few seconds later, I hear the guy moan hard... here I come, here I come. He pushed deep inside me, and in my hole, I can feel his cock swell up. He is swelling so damn big; it feels like he is bursting out of my hole any second. Then I feel him spasm, and I feel a hard tickling sensation deep inside me. He is cumming in my hole, deep inside me. Load after load, he is shooting deep into me. He does not pull out or anything; he is just keeping his cock deep so he shoots all of it. My mind is slowly coming back. We came at the same time... He shot his load deep in me, so I keep it forever. His DNA deep in my hole, with whatever he has. And it was my own cum, shooting on my body, face, and mouth. Big cum shots dripping around my mouth. The guy is tired and crashes on my body. His face near mine and his mouth on mine. He starts to lick my lips and chin. He is licking my cum off me, getting it in his mouth. He is making a show of it, showing me and the guys next to the wheel that he has my cum in his mouth. And then he swallows it... He smiles, still with a nice fresh load, he softly whispers to me and kisses me. He gets back on his knees and stands up. His big cock pulling out of my hole. He is still a bit hard, and I can see cum drops falling from his cock that he just pulled out with him . It looks... yellow... what the... I think? The guy smiles again. "Now you might get this too," he points to his yellow cum. I'm too tired to panic, and my body is still in a trance from shooting my own load and getting one at the same time. I just look at the cycling till the time on the clock is done. Ten minutes are over. I need to keep going, I think to myself... I catch my breath and grab the handles again. I spin again. It's not as hard as the first two times, but enough to make at least three rounds. The wheel stops again, and I watch. I have 16 points, and now??? Fuck . I spun number 12 again, and he is just laughing . "Hi there again," he laughs at me, "back for a second ride to finish it?" I can only nod, thinking that I just lost... 16 plus 12 is 28... I'm way over 21. The guy is getting between my legs again. He is already hard from the show that number 4 gave. He pushes his finger deep and rough up my hole and massages my prostate. My cock responds again and is getting hard. "Perfect , now you're willing again," he laughs. "That hole is so slippery and wet. Mmmm . I'll take my part of it, and I will massage number 4's cum even deeper in you. I might even get some of what he has," he laughs to number 4. Then he pushes his cock against me. The help is coming with poppers again. But the top is waving him away . "This boy doesn't need it. Have you seen his cummy hole? He can take it without now." With that, he pushes hard up in me. My hole can't resist anything, so he just pushes deep in me. I feel him slide deep in me. He is right, I can take it. I feel some pain, but I love it. I love the feeling of cock deep in me. He looks deep in my eyes and then I whisper to him , "Fuck me, fuck me hard. My hole is hungry for your load..." The guy (number 12) starts to pound me. Three times softly, and then he just rams it into my hole. It's like a beast destroying me . He keeps ramming it deep inside me. My body just shakes when he pounds me. My back hurts against the wheel, but I don't give in. I let him have me. the guy is moaning load, wile his body pounds me and is sweating like hell. i bend a bit forward so i can kiss him, wile he is using me. his beard tickles on my chin. our thongs find each other and we keep kissing wile he is pounding me hard. i have put my legs on his shoulders so he can fuck me even deeper. and he dous... While we kiss, I softly moan in pleasure. His cock is rubbing against my prostate, so this fuck feels like both pain and pleasure. I can feel some cum from number 4 leaking out of me, lubing his cock and balls. I hear wet smacking from his balls against my hole. This has to be the cum of number 4, dripping onto his balls. These sounds echo around the room. I feel so slutty and hot at the same time. While he kisses me, he sometimes breaks the kiss and just spits in my mouth. Thankfully, I swallow it. I can see in his eyes he likes to watch me swallow it. He lets out a big growl and looks deep into my eyes. "Shall I pump my load up there with the load of number 4?" he asks me. "So your hole will be flooded and know its real meaning." I nod. "Please sir, please ." I need that. He keeps fucking me rough for half a minute and then just rams his cock deep into my hole. Further than he was before, and I feel a sting of pain mixed with the feeling of getting filled up. He starts to shiver, and I feel his cock getting hard and thick deep inside me. "Cum in me," I yell to him. I just spoke those words out loud, and I can feel it-cum spraying deep in my hole. Wet , warm, sticky shots deep inside me, shot after shot, while the guy moans loudly . The guys around the wheel start to applaud . He stays in me for a while, panting and sweating . Sweat is dripping from his beard onto my face and mouth. Some drops I catch with my tongue . His shirt is wet with all the sweat . I wish I could rip it off him, but my hands are still tied up on the wheel . Still 5 minutes left, a help call . The guy nods. I feel his cock in me getting softer. "I'm not done yet," he laughs at me. "You take all of me; you're a hole, nothing more, nothing less." I feel a sharp, warm pain in me. It feels like I'm getting filled up with some sort of liquid. It feels hot, wet, and it is hitting my prostate hard. The guy smiles.... "I'm filling you up with my piss." My eyes widen . Is he... is he... pissing in my hole? I feel dirty, but at the same time, a sort of electric shock goes through my body. He is pissing against my prostate, so it feels heavenly at the same time. I start to moan loudly . The feeling, the piss, it just keeps going. I moan loudly, and then my cock and body start to spasm again. I'm cumming.... My load shoots out of my cock, over my belly, while he keeps pissing into me. A mix of intense pleasure, dirty, warm, hot, and sluttiness washes over me, but I keep shooting my load. I can see the guy grinning at me while he keeps pissing against my prostate, even when after some 5 shots, I'm done. The intense feeling... fuckkk, I moan, while my body keeps spasming . Slowly, the feeling is getting less. The guy stops pissing in me, but he leaves his cock in me. I'm done, slut... he laughs and bends over to me. He kisses me deeply, his beard scratching against me again, but I love it. I think I love him for opening this world to me. I never knew it could be this hot. Welcome to the world of dirty fuck sluts, he laughs, and I can only say thanks. I can hear now the beeping of the alarm; the time is up. It's done, I lost, but got two cum loads in me. He gets his cock out while his fingers move over my body, collecting my cum. His fingers are full of it, and he holds it at my mouth. He does not have to say anything; I just open my mouth and start to lick his fingers. I taste my own cum, and I swallow it. He turns around and walks away from me, out of the room. I stay there for a few minutes. As I look around me, other bottoms are on the wheel, then when I started, help comes up and starts to untie me. "You lost," he tells me, "you went over 21 points." He helps me up; I'm still a bit weak and soft in my legs, so he walks with me to a locker room . Here, I can take a shower. I'm all alone in there, and even the help walks away. I get under the shower, and I feel the water running down. I have an urge to push. No one sees me, so I do. A waterfall of piss, cum, anal fluid, and some blood is pouring out of my hole, falling down on the ground and getting washed away with the water of the shower. I watch it flow over the ground into the shower pit. I stand there for a few minutes; my mind is turned off and slowly coming back . What did happen? What did I do? But I did like it. I feel an urge to get more. Is this the new me? I think it is. Well , I think I'm getting more understanding for Kayode and Leroy now. I am becoming a bit of a cock slut myself here these days in the hotel.

Is this place still open? I've never been to Detroit but would love to check it out.

BBC - be careful with it. ☑️😊

My experience with chloroform was totally consensual. The top wore gloves because he said chloroform can easily burn your hands. He said that was something Hollywood and porn movies frequently got wrong without gloves. As I remember it didn't last that long but was fun.

When I was first starting to get into kink and bondage I met a guy on RECON. He invited me to his place in upstate Pa for the weekend. He had very detailed instructions, no food or drink for 12 hours beforehand and make sure to clean out thoroughly. When I arrived I was to go in the basement entrance and follow the instructions I’d find there. I arrived went in and read the message telling me to strip completely, put my stuff in a footlocker then go through the next door. I was nervous but excited as hell. I went into the very dark basement and suddenly was grabbed from behind, a wet rag went over my face and just as I vaguely realized this must be chloroform I blacked out. I woke up cuffed over a padded sawhorse with the guy fucking me like a machine. He did play safe and was wearing a condom, which I was secretly hoping he wouldn’t but at that time I didn’t have the confidence to ask to be barebacked. He’d use the chloroform to black me out and I’d come to in another part of the playroom and a different position. The last time I came to was in his sling. A button device in my hand. When I’d push the button an air pump would force poppers into my nose. After fucking me for a long while he pulled out and looked me in the eyes. He said, I took a Viagra so you’re going to get well fucked either way, but I think you want to get barebacked. If you do you need to reach down and pull the condom off my cock. It was awesome, I didn’t have to do it, if I did I was admitting I wanted to be a sleazy cumdump. I reached down and pulled the damn thing off. He grinned and said good boy. Then plowed back in. All in all a great introduction to ko play and bondage.

I love black men. My previous BF for 8 years is the most amazing gentle, intelligent guy. The first time I met him I wondered how am I going to take that big dick, but he very soon opened me up and gave me the most amazing rides of my life. What I liked the most was the way he prepared for the fuck. While I sucked on his cock and made it nice an wet, he rimmed my hole so it opened up like the pussy it had become. I've been fucked by guys of all races, and I love them all as long as they know how to make love and fuck good and plant that load deep inside me. But I do prefer guys with a cock larger than mine (it's and average 6.5) and preferably not cut. The foreskin makes the fuck so much better and I can take almost any size uncut with only spit as lube. And I do prefer guys of a different background than myself.

I have had Big Black Cock many times and often are well-hung but not always. I know a couple of Black guys that bottom because their cock is so large that many guys can not handle their huge size. I picked "I have had BBC and Once you go Black you don't go back" but that is not true. I am a POZ CUM FREAK & will take ANY load from Men that Fuck RAW. My family knows I am gay and my brother even teased me after meeting a Black friend of mine and he said "Once you Black you don't go back" & I said NO, I have been back & forth & back in forth many times. NOTE: Do NOT beg for a Big Cock & then complain that it is too big, or you cannot take his cock. This only fustraites the guy with a Large Cock & he may never give another bottom his cock.

Not only would i like to, but -- after years of lurking -- i have finally joined this site to proclaim my need to be bred by Black Men. The first time i was fortunate enough to have it happen, i instantly knew what i was made for, which is to be the Black Man's pussy, available for His use and entertainment.

Spontaneously, I went to sex party at Heart O'Chicago from BBRT & was the only white, so I got gangbanged by the other 11 black & Latin guests. Other white pervs had RSVP butt no show. The other bottoms even bred me, which I really loved. None of them were particularly hung or gorgeous. Unforgettable Valentines Day 2012, plus I could mark that off my bucket list...lol I don't think it would have been nearly as HOT if I tried to plan it. The Host was the last to breed my sloppy hole. Party lasted a few hours & I gave our host a generous cash tip to cover room & refreshments that he provided. No names or info was exchanged butt i wish I could see some of the pix, hmmm maybe not....LOL

Have always wanted a guy to use chloroform on a rag to get me very weak, then while I'm still awake, but very limp I see him take a band and wrap it around my arm. I try to protest, but am too weak. I then see him put an IV in my arm, and tape it down. Next he pulls out a bottle and fills a needle with the liquid. He takes the band off my arm, and injects the chem in my arm. He then lifts my arm, and I cough slightly, as my head starts to swim in piggish lust. I then notice that a dozen other guys have come into the scene, and I see the guy take a needle full of his own blood, and inject it into the IV, then start to fuck me. While he's fucking me, the guys pass the needle around, and take turns at injecting their own loads of blood in me, before fucking my mouth and ass. When the evening is done, I'm left exhausted, my ass bleeding, sore, but very happy and full of cum. My stomach also filled with the after fuck piss from the guys, and the taste of my own used ass on my lips from cleaning each guy off after they were done. I don't know what all the guys may have had in their genes, but know that I am now fully initiated into their club of pigs, and ready to breed other guys with them.

THis turns me on because having it done to me is a fantasy of mine too. I will do it one day, but intend to have a wingman to make sure nothing really bad happens.