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

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

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

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

Part 3 The weight of Jake's body was gone, but the pressure of his presence remained. Chad lay frozen, listening to Jake's breathing even out into the deep rhythm of sleep. The moment Jake was truly under, Chad shot out of bed as if he'd been electrocuted. He didn't bother with clothes, just fled, his bare feet silent on the carpet as he sprinted for the sanctuary of the bathroom. He slammed the door and leaned against it, his chest heaving. That's when he felt it: a slow, warm trickle making its way down the inside of his thigh. He looked down. A milky trail was snaking its way toward his knee. The combined essence of Asha and Jake, a physical manifestation of his betrayal. A wave of nausea and guilt washed over him, so potent it made him dizzy. Driven by a morbid curiosity he couldn't explain, he swiped a finger through the fluid. He brought it to his lips, his hand trembling. The taste was salty, bitter, complex. It was the taste of his own deceit. He was still a little high, the world soft around the edges, his emotions a volatile mix of shame and a strange, lingering thrill. He needed to wash it all away. He stepped into the large shower and pulled the glass door shut, the click echoing in the tiled room. He turned the water on, hot and powerful, and let the spray beat down on his back. It felt incredible, scalding away the sweat, the sex, the shame. He tilted his head back, letting the water cascade over his face, his eyes closed. The shower door clicked open. Chad's eyes snapped open. He spun around, his heart leaping into his throat. Standing there, completely naked, was Andrew. Asha's partner. He was just staring, a slow, evil grin spreading across his face as he took in the sight of Chad, wet and soapy and exposed. Without a word, Andrew strolled over to the toilet, his movements unhurried and confident. He stood with his back slightly to Chad, giving him a clear view of his cut, thick cock as he started to piss, a heavy stream hitting the water with a loud, deliberate sound. He didn't try to hide it. He stared right at Chad the entire time. Chad's face burned with humiliation. He quickly turned around, his back to Andrew, but it was too late. The image was seared into his mind. He could feel a familiar heat pooling in his groin. Against his will, against all reason, he was getting hard. He heard the stream stop, the toilet flush. Then the sound of bare feet on wet tile. The shower door slid open again. "Don't be shy," Andrew's voice was a low, amused rumble, right behind him. Chad felt a hand on his shoulder, turning him around. He kept his eyes down, focused on Andrew's chest. He couldn't bear to look him in the face. "Asha told me," Andrew whispered, his voice hot against Chad's ear. "He told me he fucked you. Came deep in your ass." Chad's head snapped up. His eyes met Andrew's. The water continued to cascade over Chad's right shoulder, running down his smooth, hairless chest. His small cock was now fully, achingly hard, the foreskin pulled back tight, sticking up at an angle. Andrew's eyes flicked down to it, then back up to Chad's flushed face. "Nice," he said, his voice thick with approval. He started pulling his own cock, slowly, methodically. It grew hard in his fist—fat, veiny, and intimidatingly thick. Chad was mesmerized. It was the first time he'd really looked at Andrew. He was 47, like Asha, but a completely different type. White, with piercing blue eyes and a thick, greying beard that framed a handsome, rugged face. His brown hair was cut short, shot through with grey at the temples, with a receding hairline that only added to his mature authority. He reminded Chad of his own dad, and the thought sent a jolt of forbidden electricity through him. He had broad, muscular shoulders that tapered to a solid paunch, and his thick legs were covered in a dense mat of dark hair. "Can I join you?" Andrew asked, his voice leaving no room for refusal. "I want to fuck you." Chad could only manage a choked whisper. "Sure." His face was crimson. Andrew's grin widened. "Good boy." Andrew stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind them. The space was suddenly small, filled with steam and the scent of two aroused men. He crowded Chad against the tiled wall, his body a hot, hairy press against Chad's smooth skin. The sex was immediate and overwhelming. It was passionate and rough, a clash of tongues and teeth, of grabbing hands and searching fingers. Andrew was incredibly verbal, a constant stream of dirty praise and commands in Chad's ear. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands roaming Chad's body. "Such a tight little body. You like this, don't you? You like being used by real men." Chad could only whimper, his head thrown back, his hands clutching at Andrew's broad shoulders. It was true. He did like it. Finally, Andrew had enough of the foreplay. He spun Chad around, pushing his chest against the cold, wet tile. "Bend over," he commanded. "Stick that ass out for me." Chad complied, his hands flat against the wall to brace himself. He felt Andrew's thick cockhead press against his already-sensitive hole. "Gonna breed this pretty little ass," Andrew grunted as he pushed inside. "Gonna fill you up again. You're gonna be leaking all four of us by the time I'm done." The entry was a stretch, a burn that bordered on pain. Chad let out a choked cry, his body arching. Andrew didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt. Then he started to fuck him in earnest, hard, deep strokes that slammed Chad's body against the wall. He was relentless, his verbal assault never-ending. "Take it," he snarled. "Take my fucking cock. That's it, whimper for me. I love hearing you whimper. You love this big dick in your ass, don't you? Answer me." "Yes," Chad gasped, his voice broken. "Yes, I love it." He was lost. The pleasure, the pain, the humiliation, the sheer filth of it all coalesced into a perfect, stormy bliss. He felt his own orgasm building, impossible to contain. With a final, desperate cry, he came, his cock pulsing as it shot ropes of cum against the shower wall. His ass clenched tight around Andrew's shaft. "Fuck, yeah," Andrew roared, feeling Chad's spasms. "Milk that cock, you beautiful boy." He gave a few more brutal thrusts and then buried himself deep, his body tensing as he unloaded, adding his own thick, hot claim to Chad's overflowing ass. They stayed like that for a long moment, the water washing over them, their bodies heaving. Andrew slowly pulled out, turning Chad around and pulling him into a surprisingly gentle kiss. "Good boy," he whispered again, before stepping out of the shower, leaving Chad trembling, alone, and more full of cum and confusion than he had ever been in his life. Stay tuned for part 4

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

was good

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

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

Chapter 8 ———Sam ——— I not sure why I woke up but it was still dark out. I looked over at the clock on Josh’s nightstand and saw it was 3:17 am. Wow, why the fuck am I awake now? I looked down from the clock and Josh was fast asleep on his back. No clue how he does that, I can only sleep on my side. I flipped sides to get a better look at the sleeping sex god. It was dim but I could see by the ambient light in the room. His naked body was on display and he looked so delicious. Those muscles rippling all over his body. That fat soft uncut cock laid against his v-line and his heavy balls rested between his legs. There was no doubt about it, he is the sexiest man I have ever seen!! My cock began to swell as I admired my very naked and very hot bigger brother. I scooted a little closer to him and rested my hand on one of his strong pecks. His skin was warm and soft beneath my hand. His chest rose very slightly in his sleep. I slowly moved my hand to his nipple and began to play with it as I dipped my head down till my nose was in his pit inhaling his scent. He smelled terrific and his scent made me go fully hard. He had his own unique manly smell, not musty or anything, just the smell of a man that worked hard. He rarely wore strong deodorants or cologne. I had never smelled any man that smelled as good as Josh. I moved my face to Josh’s chest lightly licking the nipple I had been playing with. The minute my tongue touched his nipple I remember what his cock and cum tasted like from our fun earlier and got hard as a diamond. I kissed my way down from his nipple to his abs, then down further till I was staring at his own very hard cock. When I played with Josh in his sleep the other night I was scared to death he would wake up to me sucking on his big fat dick. This time I was hoping he would wake up and take charge. I wanted him to face fuck me then bend me over and plow me deep and hard till I felt him explode in my ass!! I took his fat cock head into my mouth and started to suck it the best I could. I used my hands to play with his balls as I worked him deeper and deeper into my throat. I prided myself on being able to deep throat big cock and I had my nose in his pubes in no time. He was rock hard and his balls pulled up closer to him. However, he was still asleep. His breathing had sped up some but I could tell he was still out of it. I continued to bob on his cock working it with my tongue as I deep throated him. When I pulled back to suck on his head I tasted his precum. It was delicious and was flowing heavily. I looked up and Josh was still completely out of it. My hole was twitching at the thought of feeling his monster cock stretch me open. I slowly moved and positioned myself to where I was hovering above his crotch, my knees spread so one is on each side by his hips, and my arms on each side by his chest. I spit on my hand and reached behind me to lube my hole and then spit in my hand again and wrapped it around Josh’s cock to get it even wetter. I aimed his cock head, which was still precumming heavily, at my hole. I sat back on my knees and let it hit my tight spit covered hole. I slowly added pressure as I sat down until I felt his massive cock head pop into my hole. I held my position for a minute or two to letting my hole get use the pressure and stretch. I looked up to make sure Josh was still asleep and was happy to see he was still out like a light. Well all of him except his cock! I inched my way down his cock slowly. Feeling him stretch my tight hole more with every inch. It only took a few minutes to get him balls deep in my hole. He was the perfect thickness and length. I loved how my bug brother’s cock felt in me! I began to ride him as I rubbed up and down his chest and abs. I picked up my speed as I rode his massive raw dick as deep as I could. My hole was in heaven being stretched out by my brother’s prefect schlong. I put my head back and really took myself for a ride forgetting that Josh was still sleeping. I was in my own little personal utopian world!! —— Josh —— This is the best dream I have ever had. I was rock hard and it felt like my cock was in the tightest, warmest, most velvety hole it had ever been in. It was the sexiest dream I had since the wet dreams of my youth. In fact, I felt harder in that dream than I think I ever been even when conscious. Wait, was I conscious? Was someone really on my cock? Yea, I think someone is. Did someone decide to take my dick for a ride while I was sleeping?!?! That is hot as fuck, but who could it be? Who has access to my house, I knew I locked the front door before bed. Wait, Sam lives here now. Didn’t he also sleep in bed with me last night, where did he go? Confused, I opened my eyes and saw Sammy straddling me. His head was thrown back and his eyes closed and he had a huge smile on my face. I looked down his body, his firm chest and tight abs glistening with sweat as he rode my cock. That giant cock of his bouncing around as he went up and down on my dick. On my BARE poz dick!!! There was no condom or barrier between my cock that was leaking precum and his hole. What the fuck was he doing?? I mean it was hot as fuck and I am so close to nutting, but this is so wrong, right?!?! I was minutes away from filling my brother with toxic cum balls deep. He already had a ton of my charged precum coating the insides of his negative hole. This could be very dangerous and I have no clue how he would react if I filled him with poz seed. I know he is freaky and all, but that freaky??? I was just about to say something when Sammy opened his eyes and looked down and saw I was awake. He was momentarily shocked but recovered quickly. So quickly in fact that he was kissing me before I could ask him to stop so we could talk before I blew my demon seed deep in him. His tongue was in my mouth and we were making out like we never be able to again. His sweaty body laying on top of me pressed against me as he continued to ride my raw poz cock. His hole squeezing me tight and working my cock as we made out. It took less than 2 minutes for me to start shooting rope after rope of my dirty cum into his hole. “Fuck I am cumming!!’’ I moaned as my negative brother’s hole soaked up my toxic babies. “Fill me up daddy!!” Sam groaned. My charged load was in his second hole filling him up. Mixing our DNA in his negative hole. He was overflowing with my cum!!! He shuttered and cum exploded from his cock covering my abs and chest with his load. A load that probably would be his last negative load. We laid their, him laying on me, both of us short of breath and bathing in the afterglow. It took serval minutes to recover from the intensity of our fuck. “Well that was super hot and a great surprise but there may be a few things we have to talk about.” I said once we had detangled and were laying next to each other in the bed. —————————————- I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. There will be at least one more chapter. Thank you for all the great feedback and encouragement!! Uncut

I met my friends for drinks and pizza. As I got home around 9pm. I lay in bed and got on BBRT. I again searched profiles and tried a different search. 60 yrs+ Top only HIV Large/Oh my god Give in ass Give in mouth Take none Kissing BDSM I ended up seeing 21 profiles with 16 online. I went thru them and started to get hard. There were some hot dudes and also some not so hot dudes. Top Delivers Not prince charming or Brad Pitt here. 64 yr old average guy look less than average body but I will make any bottom cream and not want to leave. Top here looking for younger bottom to fuck and have long term fun with. I looked at his pics and he wasn't anything to look at. He wasn't ugly he just wasn't noticeable. His body was ok but then his cock pic. OMG it was huge. It looked at least 9". I moved on to another profile. Top with the Right Stuff 70 yr old POZ top here with high VRL. Young bottoms to the front. I will make you sing and see stars. Love bi-curious guys looking to learn. Reminder I am HIV positive and looking to breed. No meds here. Advanced HIV. No PnP, poppers ok. Be opened minded and we will have so much fun. As I read his profile I was intrigued. What does advanced HIV mean? I looked at his pics. He was tall handsome and thin. He looked not well but still had a nice body frame with some muscle and a thick moustache. His cock was huge it looked at least 9" and thick. My cock throbbed as I looked at his pics. He even had some of him in what looked like a very young bottom taking him with his face covered. I was so horny right now I got out the dildo and lube and stuck it in my ass and started to ride it. I stared at the pics and thought of Rick, Professor and all the men fucking me. I started to shoot cum all over again without touching myself. I calmed down and licked up all the cum. I was restless and still horny but tired. I best go to sleep.

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

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

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/cumming-inside-asshole-compilation-12993449?utm_source=ext_shared&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=link My ass is so availble for this!

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

When I fuck (and lately it happens more often than not), I tell the bottom before anything that I am poz and not on meds and that I don't pull out, and I don't do condoms. If he's okay, great. If not... next hole please! I tend to gravitate around those guys who know what they want and without too many conditions. Only one guy in recent memory asked me to pull out when cumming. And we were mid-fuck. I pulled out and I was gone. Wasn't going to let my cum go to waste on the floor.

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

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

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

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

I only managed to give 1 load tonight, but am back at my hotel at just after midnight with 10 in my hole. 5 from the same guy. I did get a reentry wristband, but I'm dead tired and need to sleep, so unlikely that I will make it back over before they close at 3. It has been a great sexcation!

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

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

Chapter 7 ——Josh —— I pulled into my parking spot in the apartment garage and waked into the main lobby to catch the elevator up stairs. My timing worked out perfectly because Tim from the Chinese restaurant was in the lobby with our food as I walked in. I noticed him out of the corner of my eye standing by the reception desk. He was the restaurant’s regular delivery guy and I saw him about once a week. Their General Tso’s chicken was the best I had ever had so I got it often. I walked up and greeted him with a smile and a quick hug before stepping back and taking the food he had in his hand from him. Now, I know most people don’t hug their delivery drivers but Tim was one of the first people I meet when I moved to the city and was also one of the first poz sons I had made in the city. Generally the tip I gave him was my big raw poz cock filling his nice tight hole with a recharge of my seed. I waved to the reception lady as I led Tim by the arm toward the elevators. I put my arm around his hips and pulled him to me. “I am sorry baby but my brother moved in with me this weekend so I can’t give you my customary tip today. But don’t worry, I will text you when I have free time in the next few days.” I told him softly as I kissed behind his ear. I slipped the money for the food and his actual tip into his back pocket and squeezed his firm butt. He had an ass that would make any man’s mouth water. My cock was stiffing in my pants thinking of how good his hole always felt around it. “Damn, I was so craving a quick fuck, but I will I live I guess.” He breathed back to me as he leaned into my kiss and groped by hardening dick in my pants. “Have a good night babe.” He gave me one last sexy look before turning and walking away back toward the main entrance to the building. I stood and started at his ass sway as he walked away. Shaking my head I turned back toward the elevator and pushed the up button. The doors glided open and I walked in and pushed the button for my floor. The journey took very little time and I was standing at my door in no time. I walked in and was greeted by the sight of Sammy standing naked kissing an equally naked sexy latino hunk. Not just any hunk, but the same one that I loaded full of my toxic babies in the gym sauna yesterday. They both stood still with shocked looks on their faces. “Well this is interesting scene to come home too!” I said smiling at the image before me. Sammy was at a loss for words for a few minutes. I closed the door behind me and walked over to the table by the door and put down the bag of food. When I turned back to the pair they seemed to re-boot at the same time. The latino hunk started to scramble for his clothes that lay near by and Sam started to stammer. “I didn’t… I mean I didn’t know it was so…. Please don’t freak out!” It was cute, him standing there naked as a jaybird with his big fat soft cock hanging between his hairy legs. His cheeks had reddened with his embarrassment. If only he know how many men I had fucked in this very room. “Calm down, its ok bro I am not upset.” I said putting him at ease before addressing the sexy hunk struggling to put on his pants. He had his shirt on, which I saw had the apartment company logo on it, but had not buttoned it yet. He hadn’t notice he was trying to put this pants on backwards. “Take a beat stud, no need to break your leg trying to make your escape.” He paused when he realized I was talking to him. He looked up at me and I could see in his eyes that he remembered me and that he was defiantly interested in another round. In fact his cock was getting harder as he was looking at me….. And so was I! I had a decision to make. Do I make a move now that I know that Sammy is into guys? I don’t have to put him at risk, just make sure I don’t fuck and cum in him. His mouth around my cock wouldn’t be too risky. My cock was as hard as my pants and boxer briefs would allow thinking about it. The hunk had dropped his pants and stepped out of them and was returning my lustful look as his hard cock stood straight out in front of him. I looked over to Sammy and he was also completely hard and licking his lips as he looked at the pronounced bulge in my pants. “Fuck it” I muttered as I moved forward toward Sammy and stopped when I was just inches from him. His breathing was heavy now and his cock straining and bobbing up and down. I leaned in close to him and waited for him to do the rest. I didn’t have to wait long until I felt his soft wet plump lips against mine. Sparks flew as he deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I returned the intensity of his kiss and wrapped my left arm around his back. The hunk moved till he stood beside us still wearing his unbuttoned shirt. He wrapped one arm around my back and the other around Sammy’s back. I felt his warm moist lips on my collar bone and he slowly kissed up my neck to behind my ear. From there he moved from me over to Sam and kissed up his shoulder and neck. His hands moved up my back and progressed around to my front to run up my abs and chest till he reached my nipples. He played with and tweaked my nipples through my shirt. My cock was aching from being pinned in my pants and underwear. He moved his hand down and unzipped my pants and reached into my fly hole and gripped my fat cock before moving down to cup my heavy full balls. He was stroking Sam’s cock with his other hand as he explored my body. I felt Sammy moan into my mouth as his big fat uncut cock received what I imagined was a top tier hand job. As Sam broke our kiss the hunk ran his finger over my lips. I allowed it into my mouth and tasted the precum he swiped from Sam’s drooling cock. I sucked it and savored the taste of my brother’s batter. It was tart but sweet at the same time. It tasted perfect. As he removed his finger from my mouth my lips were covered by the hunks mouth. We kissed deeply and our tongues danced in our mouths. I felt Sam’s hands unbuckle my belt and the button to my pants. He pushed my slacks down as he lowered himself to the floor in front of me and the hunk. He was now on his knees in front of the hunk and I as we made out. Sammy’s tongue first touched the tip of my cock through my boxer briefs and then he took the head in his mouth. I was so hard and leaking precum that my underwear were a mess. I could see from the corner of my eye that Sam was also stroking the hunks cock as he mouthed my mushroom head through thy now soaked underwear. Sam moved from my cock to the hunks, taking the head in his mouth. Slowly taking him in deeper till he had him fully in this mouth and throat. While he worked the hunks fat cock with his throat he used his hands to pull down my boxer briefs allowing my aching cock to spring out and flop around. Sam gripped my dick with is right hand as he cupped my full balls with his left. He stroked me in a long slow motion. Sam pulled the hunks cock out of his mouth making a popping noise and moved back to mine. Before putting it in his mouth he slapped it against his face several times. Then I felt his warm wet mouth wrap around my leaking rock hard cock. His tongue circled my head and went under my foreskin. I was leaking copious amounts of poz precum in my brothers mouth and moaning from the work his tongue was doing on my cock head. Sam took my cock in his throat inch by inch till he had swallowed all 7.5 inches and his nose was in by pubes. His skill at deep throating was amazing. Not only did he swallow every inch without and issue he still was working his tongue around my shaft. He was an expert cock sucker for sure!! After about 5 minutes of one of the best blow jobs of my life I was roaring to fuck some ass! I broke my kiss with the hunk and pulled my cock out of Sam’s mouth. I guided the hunk over to the bar in the kitchen and leaned him against it as I bent down to eat his hole. I immediately tasted Sam’s cum in his hole. It was so delicious!! I was surprised to feel Sam’s tongue in my hole. His tongue was gentle as it touched my hole. Then worked its way deeper into my hole working it just right to open it. I rarely bottom but my hole was defiantly open to allowing Sam’s big fat raw uncut cock in it. I couldn’t wait any longer to get my dripping poz dick back in the hunks raw neg hole. I stood up and slipped my thick raw uncut toxic dick into the hunks loose cummy hole. My charged precum and Sam’s load working as lube to make it easy for me to go balls deep. The hunks hole was stretched out from my little brother’s monster dick but it still felt so good wrapped around my dick. I started to slowly work his neg hole with my poz pole when I felt Sam’s body against mine and his big fat hard cock resting on one of my ass cheeks. He started to kiss the back of my neck and below my ear. His hands roamed my body until one of them cupped my asscheek. Then it moved over to my crack until his finger found my tight hole. Slowly he worked the tip of his finger into me. Then he stopped and removed it to spit on his finger and then reinserted it into my very tight hole. He slowly worked his finger deeper into me as I stroked into the hunks raw hole. Sam g added a second and a third finger as my hole opened more and more. By that point he hit the third finger I was moaning and begging to feel his big fat raw uncut cock in my hole. Sam kissed my ear one more time before I felt his fat precum covered cock head push against my very tight rarely fucked hole. I paused my strokes into the hunk to give Sam time to slowly open my hole with his fat cock head. He spit on his cock and then pushed into my hole. The feel of his dick opening my hole was a mix of pain and pleasure. He slowly pushed into me until his cock head was fully in me along with about an inch of his big fat cock. I moved my hips back on his long dick as I pulled all but the head of my charged cock out of the hunks neg hole. My poz hole now three quarters of the way down my brother’s bare neg dick. I moved back and forth on that big fat raw neg uncut dick slowly at first. Then as it began to feel better and it started to stimulate my prostate I picked up my speed. I had Sam behind me meeting my thrusts and grunting every time he bottomed out in my hole while the hunk in front of me was taking my fat poz cock deep with each down stroke. He too was moaning and begging for more. For a good ten minutes we had a daisy chain of big bare cock opening tight raw hole. I heard Sam moan deeply and growl he was going to cum in my hole. I squeezed my ass muscles tightly around his thick shaft. His cock expand and I felt my guts warm with his seed as he filled me balls deep with is neg seed. The was enough to make me dump a huge poz load into the hunk’s loose cummy neg hole. That set the hunk off and he shot a huge load all over the bar and floor in front of him. We slowly untangled from each other. The hunk kneeled down in front of Sam and I where he went back and forth between us sucking the cum off our cocks. We made out as the hunk got every last drop from out now half hard cocks. He stood up and we took turns making out with each other. It was possibly the hottest fuck I had every had. After we finished our make out session we went to my shower and rinsed off as we continued to touch, fondle, and kiss. After the shower we sat naked on the couch eating Chinese food and talked. I learned more about the hunk. His name is Fernando and that he works for the building. It was good to know that I had another on call bottom near by. I also got a better picture into my little brothers sex life. He was bi, but mostly gay now, was a bit of a freaky pig, and loved hot raw sex. That all made my cock perk up more. Fernando left a little after 10 but not before sucking another load out of Sam and I. Sam followed me to my room and climbed into bed beside me, both of us naked. We cuddled and kissed as we laid together before getting ready to fall asleep. It seemed unspoken that even with his bed now here in his room, my bed was his to sleep in anytime he wanted. I fell asleep with him wrapped in my arms with the smell of his hair in my nose as I slipped off to sleep. ———————————————— The long awaited chapter is complete. I hope you enjoy it and it was worth the wait. There is defiantly more to come!! Thanks for all the love guys!! Uncut

I've read this elsewhere, love it. 1st time seeing the image, always makes me hard.

I like getting fucked almost anytime, but there are many that don’t fuck at a bookstore. Still, I usually stand in the doorway in my jockstrap and when a potential cock comes I then drop to my knees and stare at their crotch. They get the hint and come over for at least a blowjob. Many times this will draw another guy or two and I often do them back to back and swallow rather than spit. Sometimes they shoot on my face but instead of licking it off with my fingers I like letting it dry where it landed. I’m not too crazy about the ones asking questions like, “Do you like my big cock?” and I have to mumble or moan. But I do like the few who call me “cocksucker” or “fucking faggot” and then offer me to others who are watching.

Bob’s Visit Bob has been a great friend since our college days. Together (although often at a distance over the phone), we celebrated our milestones and we grieved our losses, including the young death of our house mate and friend Dan during the worst days of The Plague. Years ago, he was the first person I told when I found out that I was HIV+ and he listened to me talk out my fears. Though our paths after our university days diverged, we always talked every few months just to catch up. With my career and job travels, it was easy to unintentionally lose touch with friends. So, one day, after about two years absence, I picked up the phone and called Bob. He was thrilled that I called him, but he sounded a little down. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that his marriage had ended about two years earlier. I asked if he wanted to take the Acela (train) and spend the weekend at my place and we could talk and have some drinks. He readily accepted. The following weekend, Bob showed up on my doorstep, and we embraced as two old friends. “So, what happened?” I asked Bob. “Ugh. It’s a long sordid story and I only have myself to blame,” Bob replied. Bob’s wife, Maria, had long suspected that Bob hadn’t been faithful to her (you know -- the Italian guy thing). But she had never directly confronted his infidelities. One weekend, their doorbell rang and Bob answered it. Their neighbor and his wife furiously entered Bob and Maria’s home to confront Bob. “The guy was jabbing his finger against my chest and yelling at me, and Maria walked in and demanded to know what was going on,” Bob said. The neighbor said, “Your husband gave my son syphilis and chlamydia!” “Their 20-year-old kid was home from Brown University for the summer. This guy was hot. I mean, smoking hot body and not at all twinkie. Varsity baseball player…you get the idea. Well, I popped his anal cherry within the first week of his summer break. I fucked him all summer long and he was insatiable…he was always bugging me to fuck him, so it was kind of worth it. Anyway, he went back to Brown last fall and started fucking his girlfriend again after the summer break. Then, he found out I gave him some STDs when he received the results from his team physical exam. Shit, I didn’t even know I was infected. Anyway, he infected the girlfriend, and he had to tell her. So, she broke up with him and then she told his folks that their perfect son was a diseased faggot!” Bob always was a drama magnet, and I wasn’t surprised that his infidelities caught up with him occasionally. “Sex with Maria stopped long ago, so the marriage was sputtering along, and it was just a matter of time until it was pronounced dead anyway,” he explained. “I’m just glad I never gave her any kids.” I knew for a fact that Bob had knocked up at least three girls in college, but they all had abortions fortunately. “So, what’s next?” I asked. “We sold the house and divided all the property up. So, it’s like a clean slate for me,” he said. Fortunately, Bob’s business was doing very well and he’d managed to shelter it from the divorce somehow. We decided to go to a local bar for dinner and had some good quality time talking about nothing and everything in our lives. It was getting late, and we left the bar to head back to my place. I settled Bob in the guest bedroom and then went to bed myself. I hadn’t been under the covers for five minutes before Bob knocked on the door. I told him to come in. Bob was naked and walked in with a sexy dumb grin. He had kept in great shape and his big soft cock hung down over his balls. He walked over to the bed and got in next to me. We kissed and he whispered into my ear, “It’s been too long since we did this.” I didn’t say anything, but I started to nibble on his otter pecs which still drove him crazy. His cock was instantly hard as a rock, and was dripping precum onto my tonsils a few minutes later. “I hope you got those STD looked after,” I commented with a smirk as his cock head popped out of my mouth. “Sit that smart ass of yours on my face, you sexy cunt,” Bob replied. I was on top of Bob and he parted my ass cheeks as he dove in and started to rim me out. I was facing his feet and started to suck his cock in a 69 position which Bob has loved since I’ve known him. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, as I went down on his cock. I pulled off, “I need you to pound me right now,” I moaned. I got up and straddled Bob looking into his eyes, as I lowered my ass to his cock head. I reached back and rubbed his head all over my hole, using his pre-cum to lube up my tight pucker. I put the pressure of my weight on it as Bob held up a bottle of poppers to my nose. I huffed the brown bottle, and he slid right into me. I rode him for a few minutes, and he sat up and tongued my nipple, and I raised my arm so he could huff my pits. He sniffed in my scent as he got even more excited. He positioned me on my back so he could put my feet against his hairy pecs and then he entered me again. We looked at each other as he piston fucked me like a cheap whore. We both loved rough fucking. My cock was rigid and leaking as Bob punished my prostate. I was on the edge of cumming when Bob grunted and I felt him flood my hole. Once he was done, he pulled out and took my cock in this mouth and sucked it like a man with an insatiable thirst. I screamed as he sucked every drop out of me. We were both spent, physically and mentally. Bob put his hairy arm around me as he was the big spoon to my small spoon, and we drifted off.

Rick was still behind rubbing my chest and shoulders, once in a while teasing my nipples which still sent shockwaves down to my cock even though I had just cum. His head next to mine whispering in my ear. "Yeah good boy. How did that feel. You came good.", he said "It was amazing. I never felt such a strong orgasm before. What you said about my nipples and perineum was so right. It felt so good", I said He stood up and moved to the side of me. His cock was sticking out at me only a few inches from my face. "Yes and there is so much more I can teach you about your body and giving into your pleasure. I want to make you feel so good." Rick said his lips burshing against my ear. I leaned into his lips. As I turned I saw his huge meat. "Sorry you were so busy helping me you didn't cum yet", I said "Its fine. I wanted to help you experience deep pleasure. Did you really enjoy it?", he asked I nodded, "Yes it was incredible, I am still calming down from the high", i replied. While my cock was not erect it was still a little hard. That normally doesn't happen. "You still look horny my boy", he said looking at my cock and stroking his "Yeah still energized, normally I go soft by now. I don't know why its still hard", I replied Rick then knelt by me. And started to massage my legs and relax me. "Ohhh boy you came a gallon didn't you. We better get you cleaned up. Do you mind if I help?" Rick asked "Sure its all over me" I replied "Do you mind if I taste your cum" he asked I didn't know what to say. I thought for a second. He tasted my leak so might as well. I nodded. He took his fingers and scooped it up and placed it in his mouth and sucked his fingers. The way he did it was so sensual and then he swirled it in his mouth to taste it and then swallow. All the while looking me in the eyes. "You taste so good Dan. Here try it", he said while scooping it up and placing it in my mouth like earlier today. He sensually teased my mouth and massaged my mouth and tongue. It waslike my mouth and tongue were having sexy with his finger, so sensual and erotic. I tasted my cum and swallowed. "Tastes good right", he asked with his fingers still teasing my mouth. I nodded. He fingers pulled out and seductively touched my lips. He scooped up more and lightly seductively entered my mouth again this time he instructed me. "Yeah just suck my finger baby, enjoy the flavour of your sweet cum, taste it baby, its sweet nectar, that's it tongue it, suck on my finger. Make my finger feel good baby. Ohhh yeah" he said His words taking control of my mouth and tongue. My tongue flicked his finger tips and swirled around his finger and sucked on it like it was food. I tasted and savored my cum. It did taste good. "Dan, you are so handsome and beautiful " he said staring at me His words were working their magic. His left hand was now massaging my thigh. My cock was hard again. "That's it baby good boy" he said pulling out his finger slowly and swirling my lips. In the moment my lips reached out to suck his finger again, like it was missing his finger in my mouth and I sucked on it again. Holding onto his finger in my mouth. "Yeah you like that don't you" he said smiling at me His finger scooped up more cum and again back in my mouth and was hungry for his finger and my cum. I tongued, licked and sucked on his finger. Again he pulled it out and teased my lips. My lips responded on their own and kissed his finger and my tongue stuck out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah good boy", Rick said teasing me. His hand on my thigh making me feel good. He scooped up more cum from my belly and smeared it on my lips. My mouth tried to reach out for his finger but he pulled it away. "No, just lick it off your lips", he said I did in a hungry sexy way, licking my lips while Rick stared at me "Do you mind if I lick it off of you please? There is so much to clean up" he said smiling "Ughh ok just not my cock" I said "Ok" he replied as he patted my thigh and kept it there. He moved closer to me our bodies touching, his cock now poking my left leg and he leaned over and grabbed my hand holding my hard cock and moved it over off the side. He squeezed my hand as he moved it thereby squeezing my cock. It throbbed and leak some cum. He then started to lick the cum off me. Starting at my groin and pubic area. I shivered as the way he licked up the cum caused a shock of pleasure. Licking and sucking and nibbling the cum out of my pubic hair and slurping so close at the base of my cock. Then he worked up my belly sucking the cum in my belly button. I let out a soft moan. Then up my abs and chest, licking and sucking causing shocks down to my cock. I started to breath harder. Then he started to suck and lick both my nipples that were covered in my cum. Electricity to my now rock hard cock. He kept on my nipples licking them and teasing them even after the cum was all gone. It felt so good I let out a soft moan. He then sucked and pulled gently on my nipples with his teeth. "Aaahhhh", I moaned whipping my head back in both pain and pleasure. He went on teasing my nipples and sucking on them for what seemed like an hour but was only not even a minute. At this point my cock was leaking precum again. He stayed there for a while working them then up my neck licking the cum off the side of my neck and also nibble. I let out another soft slightly high pitch moan. Then the cum on my ear lobe as he sucked it and I melted and let out another moan. My hand on its own started to massage my cock now which was leaking precum again. "Yeah you got cum all over.", Rick said our lips inches away. "Do you mind helping me? I didn't get a chance to cum yet", he said "Sure how can I help", I said. As the words left my mouth I reminded myself he has HIV.

The two game changers for me were 1) crossing the 13 inch circumference threshold and 2) doing gape training five days a week for 2 to 3 hours a day with Gape Keepers, Snuckles and Mare Makers. I started gape training wearing a relatively smaller 8.5 inch circumference Gape Keeper (which is still super thick to many guys) and I can now go the two hours wearing the 10 inch circumference one. I usually do this in the morning while I popperbate to start the day. Gape training has caused a change in the resting state muscle tone of both the anal sphincter and the lower rectum and this has also helped with stretch training. My goal is to reach the 17 inch circumference mark based on Topped Toys plugs. I know a guy who can take a toy that 14 inches long and 17 inches around and he is completely ruined (or "leaks" as he puts it). He told me that with the training I was doing i was going to begin having control problems as I stretched wider and wider, especially since I give my hole little recovery time so it can't tighten back up.

Yes. I have a shower shot system with an 18 inch nozzle installed on the shower and another that I take with me and install temporarily when I travel. While I have been doing regular hose outs for a long time and haven't taken a "normal shsit" in years, hosing out is now a daily requirement. No, I can't hold water, or anything else in, as the anal sphincter can't tighten enough from the near daily gape training (long plug wear), 2 to 3 times a week stretch training (so I can taken even larger) and hook-up/play dates/sex parties and events. In short, with the constant use and forced dilation, it hangs open at rest now and gapes after a good FF or large toy session. I have not changed my diet, but it's mainly chicken, turkey, pasta, eggs, cream of what, pancakes and the like.

First, I never use condoms. Second, if we're fucking raw, you're getting my load. I don't really give a shit about pulling out. My precum has already been inside you!

Mine has come a long way since my original post in 2022. Thanks to adding "gape training" (Wearing a gape keeper, mare maker or snuckle for 2-3 hours a day most days) to my stretch training and frequent fisting play experiences, I take double frequently and my hole doesn't fully close, which I love. On the reality check side to achieving the pig hole fantasy, I do have to use my built in shower shot and hose out everyday without fail, and I have to wear a diaper after heavy play because i can't keep the lube and cum from leaking out of me, but it's worth being so loose (and getting looser) and open.

First time I was fucked, I left a bar drunk with a guy and he asked if I ever tried dick. When I said no, but wouldn't mind he pulled his cock out and I sucked it. After I sucked his cock for a few minutes I told him I wanted him to cum inside me, so he bent me over in an alley and fucked me until he came deep inside me.

Just back from Key West - not a long trip but enough to update. First, I didn't realize this site is banned in Florida and some other Southern States, including Texas and Georgia so kind of explains why no one blogged about Key West. I'll give a quick run down for future visitors. Key West- fly in if you can , driving 4-5 hours from Miami might seems like a great idea but if there is an accident the trip could take longer since its basically two lanes - North/South. So fly in when you can. Small Airport - not far from main street-- Duval is the main strip. The newer hotels are on Simonton and United- its the quieter part of Key West. Everything is in walking distance so no real reason to rent a car. All the gay bars, which have karokee, drag etc - are on Duval or just off one of the streets and on Petronia. The one leather bar, 1 Saloon -is on Petronia - its a like an old Rawhide/Eagle -- they have do have a backcorner darkroom but it was too exposed and the size of a small closet--and the lighting is way too much -- they did have an interesting sling -think of Cirque du Soliel - only a twink could ride it but again the space is just too open to be a sleazy corner-- and they do have a back patio -but I gathered this is only feasible when its a large gqy event in town. When I was there it was like 5 people on Sat night. Duval street reminded me of Bourbon Street in New Orleans but without the raunch and crazy. But , you can imagine during Spring Break or some Gay event-it must be quite the show. Its very lovely -great shops and atmosphere. This is a very laid back place , the beach was blue and wonderful - the weather was amazing- just right. Truman Adult Bookstore- is on Truman Street just between Simonton and White -- its a very raunchy porn store with glorholes, Pay $5 to go in and you can come back and forth while its open. I believe its been sold , so wont' be there too much longer but i bet if those walls could talk they would cream your pants. I was able to suck some dick while i was there in the evening time but just not enuf of a crowd to really make it jump. Leather Master of Key West- this is right off Duval on Apple routh Lane, -this is where to go for equipment, douche, room deodorizer, toys, leather gear, lingerie, etc-- its an old school gay store without the fanfare. Go spend money and keep them open! Like stepping back in time. the main event- ISLAND HOUSE -this is really off the beaten path- White and Fleming. The entrance is just on White. turn down the lane- youll see the pathway - this gay hotel has been recently renovated the rooms but the complex i thought was quite beautiful and the labyrinth of paths made it so much more fun- why do pigs love exploring paths? the rooms looked great-- you can do a day pass-- $45 and you can come n go all day long till 1am-- but Sunday has a very popular pool party - lovely bar and restaurant. and a nude patio on 2nd floor. For the daytimers, you have to show ID , phone # , and they give you a key/lock for the small locker- and towels. You then have access to the gym, saunas, various hottubs etc . The main event is the what I call the RED ROOM on the 2nd floor-its the "video" room - you go in - - thru the leather flaps. direct on right is 3 gloryhole cabins and a bed at hip height that is great to just bend over and take loads. - a video is playing so your entertainment can have something to watch. The real gift is the main room- its not huge - think of a horseshoe-- surrounded by leather banquets to sit - and do whatever but right in the middle is a fuckhorse so for any good cumdump this is your spot. You can't ask for any thing better. I discovered it after an hour- it was quite dark and the red did quite make things so sharp but when I saw another bottom getting railed then i actually saw the horse- i thought shit i lost that spot - but the bottom tapped out! I knew i better grab it - not that the room was crowded-despite the size at the Pool party the room had stragglers in and out. - mostly cocksuckers - but i took the opportunity to take my spot and i took about 6 loads -it was glorious getting it at both ends and i forgot how hot it was to hear "this hole is so wet" i paid the price the next day when my sternun was so sore i couldn't lay on my stomach at the beach! But who cares i knew my place. I can imagine when they host a big gay event this place must jump . I really liked it- not too many of these places left in the world especially in US. so we have to support them while we can and enjoy. It is quite a healthy walk from the main point of activity but i felt safe but if you can stay there - great but dont 'fret if you want to stay somewhere cheaper and do the day pass. $45 seems like alot but really you do get alot for the price of being free and oinking away! So i hope this helps for Key West vistors - I still prefer Ft Lauderdale but thats' on the main island but for a big bear event in Key West- do go support Island House!!!

Poor tranny trixie is dressed like a slut in a black pvc corset, thigh boots, stockings, gloves with a collar and leash. Blindfolded the bitch is led into the cheering crowd of nasty poz barstard's to be their cum dump for the night. Cuffed by the wrists and ankles over a whipping horse bench the gang bang commences. Each poz cock stud pounds the tranny meat till they bust a nut deep inside leaving a mark on the back to keep count of the loads dumped inside. Hours later they lift the bitches head up and tell the slut the bug spunk count they have filled the sissies hole with. Then they release the tranny slut from the cuffs and leave. While their sperm drips out of the tranny hole as some much is swimming deep inside. The bitch started as a willing neg but after the no mercy gangbang is now poz and used. Maybe I should make this real if I can x

i was in NYC a month ago i went to a xxx theater in queens fair theater i was fully dressed in mini skirt red 5inc high heels wig make up only crossdresser in the theater i met a black guy who had me suck his cock and he fingered me before he started he asked if i ever did tina i said No i only drink vodka he said i can smell it your drunk you little slut... am going to get u on tina he took some white looking powder i think and put it on his finger and finger fucked me i felt i was in heaven he try fucking me but i was too tight so he stoped his cock must have been 10 inc he made me swallow his cum after he left i open the small booth door and a older white man came in he handed me cash and told me not to count it just get on your knees suck daddy cock i did for 15 mints being on tina had me floting after i sucked him he fliped me over and told me he was clean and he was going to breed me and he did i could not stop him he said this is my life to be a xxx theater bitch his cock was small enough he fucked me real good and cum in me before he left hee jerked me off sucking my sissy cum