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Thank you again for your nice comments and patience. We went back to making dinner. I bent down and licked the precum I had leaked on the floor which was more than I thought. We finally sat down and ate dinner. It was difficult sitting with the plug up my ass. "You will get used to the feel of the plug in your pussy" he said smiling "It feels a bit uncomfortable and its right against my prostate" I said. My cock was also hard and leaking. He looked over and grabbed my cock and gave it a few tugs. I moaned and pushed towards his hand. Then he wiped my cock of all the precum and stuck it in my fingers and I licked it clean. We ate dinner and talked about work and maybe taking a vacation together after I get knocked up. I started to get used to the plug while sitting down but it did keep me aroused. Also walking aroused also started to feel good to me. We finished eating dinner and I cleaned the kitchen while Rick went to go relax on the couch and watch TV. When I was done I joined him on the couch and we watched TV. I moved around a bit to find a comfortable position with the plug in me. Sitting a little on my side helped. It had been a long day and as we were watching TV I fell asleep. I started to feel wet on my leg and then woke up. Rick was playing with the butt plug teasing my hole and my cock was leaking a lot of precum. Without saying a word, he pulled down my shorts and pulled out the plug and rammed his hard cock into me. I yelled as his thrust was hard and his cock had no lube. Once it got in I still had his cum in my hole. "Fuck your pussy is so wet boy and tight. Its squeezing my cock pulling me in. Its hungry for Daddy's cock isn't it baby" he said I moaned as he started to fuck me and hit me in those right spots. "Yes Daddy my pussy is hungry for your huge cock and it wants your charged cream" I moaned pushing my ass back on his stick. He started to pound me in that position with me partially on my side. I touched my cock and he hit my hand away. "Don't touch your little cock. Your cunt is all that matters" he said pounding his meat deep into my stomach. He kept fucking me hard. At the angle and what way I was laying I swear I felt him in my stomach. There was no kissing, no touching no making out, this was just him fucking me and impregnating me with his seed. I started to feel that warmth in my hole and started to cum hard. I shot all over the couch and could feel my ass convulse. "Fuck your cunt is squeezing my cock....Ohhhh yeah boy milk it. Drain all my POZ nut honey. Use your cunt for Daddy" he moaned still fucking me. After about another 5 minutes of slow pumping he finally pulled out put in my mouth to clean him up and then he stuck the plug back in my ass. "This always belongs in your pussy, understand" he said "Yes Daddy" I said. I licked up all my cum on the couch. We both brushed out teeth and went to bed. He gave me a kiss and then turned over and was snoring right away. I had more of his cum in me. I was happy.

I’d been telling myself that I need to behave. That I shouldn’t be going to the peeps, or the baths. That I really can’t keep getting loaded up by random men every single weekend. But it was a deep need that I couldn’t ignore. This was before the days of prep and I knew I should be careful, but from the very first time a guy put a load in me, it unlocked something that I couldn’t put away, a slippery slope that I was all to eager to slide down. I was in my early 20s when this all started and I was eager to take loads from anyone. Telling myself I shouldn’t, next thing I knew, I’d be parking in the gravel parking lot behind the peeps. A seedy building in a not so great part of town. Usually had just the kind of clientele I was looking for, nasty perverts doing depraved things. Jock strap, cock ring on, poppers in my pocket, looking for trouble and determined to find it. It was a rainy night, and the parking lot was half full. I recognized some of the cars that were there but not who they belonged to so there were probably a few regulars I’d recognize inside. I went in through the back entrance. 70s classic rock playing quietly, rows of porn dvds and sex toys lining the shelves. Sure there were apps and hookup sites but I liked cruising the best. Not knowing who I was going to find or what situation I’d end up in. I paid the entry to the back and the guy working handed me a bunch of tokens for the video machines without saying a word. I had a stache of tokens at this point. Rarely ended up watching anything. Was just there to fuck. He definitely recognized me as I thought I’m probably a regular at this point myself. Not sure how I felt about that but oh well. I slipped behind the curtain and into the darkness of the back rooms. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. There was an area with a tv and chairs. A couple guys were just sitting around, watching. A few looked back when I walked in. I was more interested in the back half of the room. A narrow hallway lined with booths on either side. There was also this area being the booths that you could slip behind which was fun for something a little more public. It didn’t seem too busy but some of the booths were occupied. There were these pin holes you could look through to watch guys inside. I took a look and there was a guy inside getting fucked. Lucky. Couldn’t see inside too well to see what was happening and I could feel my cock stir, thinking about these strangers fucking each other, probably bareback. There were condoms around to take but seemed like that bowl stayed full most of the time, thankfully. I slipped behind the booths into that narrow space and took a quick hit of the poppers I had. I felt that warm wash spread over me and was just filled with lust. Feeling dirty knowing all the guys in the room were looking for the same thing. Thats when one of the regulars came around the corner. He seemed to be there every time I stopped in. We’d never done anything before and honestly he gave me a bit of the creeps, but tonight felt different. I wasn’t sure how old he was but probably 30, 40 years older than me. Probably has fucked tons of guys with how often I saw him there. The poppers were doing their job though and I could see him leering at me in the dark from down the hallway. He was wearing sweatpants and I could see this massive tent forming as he grinned at me and took a bottle out and took a big hit. I took another hit myself and he stated to thrust his hips, staring at me. What was I thinking? I’d avoided hooking up with this guy dozens of times but today it felt like he was staring deep into me and knew I wanted it. The poppers melted away any bit of inhibition I had left and I knew that if I didn’t get him inside me I could be going home without getting the fuck I needed so badly. Something in my head told me that once I did this, this fucker would be dumping his load in me over and over. He started walking toward me and I slipped inside one of the booths, leaving the door open. He followed me inside and I dropped my gym shorts to the ground, bending over on the bench. Taking long deep hits of poppers. I could hear him behind me taking deep hits too. It was all happening so fast. My head was swimming as he took a step behind me. I figured there was no way this seedy guy used condoms and I was right when I felt him line his cock up behind me. Tapping his heavy meaty cock on my ass gave me a preview of what I was signed up for. I braced myself as he started to push. Oh my god I can’t believe I’m letting THIS guy inside me, raw, and I love it. Time for more poppers. I knew this was going to be a problem for me, no turning that off now. Fucker was going in dry! I felt the thick head of his cock burst roughly inside me. I braced myself, holding my breath as he roughed up my hole but it felt so fucking good at the same time. I still couldn’t believe I was letting this guy fuck me raw. It felt right, inevitable. Just another escalation into being the depraved cum slut I know I needed to be. He pulled all the way out and slipped back in. Easier this time. His cock was just drooling thick precum and was quickly lubing me up. I had a thought about how he probably tore my ass up when he went in dry and already he was marking me with his precum. I had to assume he was poz and just this thought brought the bottle back to my nose for a deep inhale. I probably have taken some charged loads at some point, but if I hadn’t, this seemed pretty likely to be happening now. He chuckled a bit as I took deep breaths from the bottle, grabbed my hips and drove the rest of his cock all the way to the hilt in one thrust. I was seeing stars as he pushed deep up inside me. This was so desperately what I needed. Getting dicked down by this nasty fucker in a booth. New high score. Badge unlocked of nasty slutty things I was willing to do. He was taking long deep strokes into my guts and I could feel the ridge of his cock head raking against my insides. The poppers and this huge bare cock inside me just shut my brain off and I really settled in for the ride. I wanted him to use my ass however he wanted and was determined to give him a good fuck, make sure that I could work as big of a load out of him as I could. I wanted this guy to absolutely paint my insides. My ass was slick with precum at this point and he was fully taking his cock out and ramming it back in. Over and over. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take but I wasn’t about to quit before I got what I needed. Another hit of poppers. I could hear how sloppy he fucked me open. Gaped wide open and leaking when he hadn’t even cum yet. I heard him open the door and I looked back to see a couple guys quickly look in. One guy looked surprised and came back to watch. I took a glance back at the fucker wrecking my hole and he flashed me a grin that seemed a bit sinister. The eye contact felt like he was looking deep into me. This was where I belonged. Letting these sleazy men dump their cum inside me. Using me to get off. He uncapped his poppers and I figured this must be it. He took like 4 or 5 deep hits and I knew what was coming. I quickly did the same to catch up. The guy watching from outside was rubbing his cock through his pants and I heard him say “fuck yeah knock him up”. He started to breathe heavy and his cock stabbing inside me became more erratic. All of a sudden he pulled me back onto him and I felt his cock dig even further up inside me. I swear I could feel him swell and I pushed back. I needed this load as deep as I could. He grunted and I could feel his cock pulse. This was it. Thick ropes of toxic cum being blasted deep up inside me. I couldn’t believe I was actively thinking about getting pozzed. I just completely surrendered. I clamped down and tried to milk every last bit of seed out of him. He stayed buried deep inside me for a minute before slowly pulling out. His cock came out with a loud plop. Thick drops of cum splashing onto the dirty floor. I needed that cum to stay in me but was just leaking out with how this guy fucked me wide open. He gave me a pat on the ass and said in a gravelly voice, “first of many” and quickly exited the booth. I shut the door behind him. Head spinning, catching my breath, leaking cum and feeling the sluttiest I’ve ever felt. A mix of feeling a little guilty but the most turned on I’ve ever been, cock rock hard. I had a feeling the night wasn’t over yet. I put my gym shorts back on over my jock strapped ass, nasty cum soaking into them. Now where was that guy that told him to knock me up?

After leaving Jane's apartment, I felt a little uneasy at what just happened. I can't think of any moment in my life prior to meeting Rick where this would have happened. I just gave a bj to a father of a roommate of my ex-girlfriend. I went to run a few other errands including the store to pick up some groceries for the house. As I was getting some fruit and vegetables I noticed an older man looking at me. He was around 5'9" thin build. He was wearing running shorts and a tank top. I was in my running shorts again and he kept looking me up and down. He smiled when he saw that I saw him looking. I finished shopping and saw him in the parking lot. "Nice running shorts. You run a lot" he said "Thank you. Once in a while, but not often" I said "Really you are very fit. You have a nice tight body" he said looking me up and down. I could see a bulge in his shorts. "Thank you. I am more of a swimmer" I said "Oh me too. Where do you go swimming" he said "the pool at the community college" I replied "Me too. I go there once in a while. Maybe I will run into you there. That would be nice. I am Tom" he said reaching out his hand I shook his hand. He had a nice grip and held it for a few seconds longer than a normal hand shake. "I am Dan" I said "Nice to meet you Dan. I hope to see you at the pool one day. What days do you go swimming?" he asked "I don't have set days. I just go when I have free time or need to exercise" I said "I will be there tomorrow and Wednesday. I hope to see you there" he said looking me up and down. The attention made me blush and my cock a little hard which I think he noticed. "Ok maybe, thank you" I said. We both then walked to our cars. I ran one more errand and then went home. Rick was still at work. I put away the groceries and decided to jump in the pool for a swim. After swimming for about 20 minutes I ended up laying on a lounge chair under the shade. I fell asleep then woke up when I heard Rick in the backyard with me. "Hey sleep head" he said. He was in his swimsuit with a hard cock. "Fuck I love when I can see your hard cock like that in your suit. It looks so hot" I said and then reached out and started to rub his cock thru the swimsuit. He moaned. "Yeah you love Daddy's cock don't you" he said "Yes I do. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it and tasted it" I said smiling and the pull down his swimsuit and took him in my mouth. I sucked on him, licking him and worshipping his thick stick. He moaned and slowly pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged but recovered and swallowed almost his whole cock. I had become quite good in deepthroating his huge meat. I could taste the precum leaking from his cock. I sucked him for a couple more minutes. I pulled down my swimsuit and bent over. "Fuck me Daddy please. I want your sperm in me baby. Make me pregnant please" I said shaking my ass at him. He lined up and in one thrust plunged into me. I winced and yelled out. Even though I had his cum in me he is still huge and difficult to take on one slam in. He didn't relent and kept up his pace. He fucked me hard. I just moaned dropped my head down and pushed back on his cock trying to get it all in me with each thrust. He kept his pace and started to spasm and he moaned, "Here you go boy" and shot his load into me. He kept fucking me grinding me for a few more minutes. He pulled out slowly and I clinched to keep his cum in me. Some of it leaked out. I licked it up off the chair and cleaned his cock off. I stood up and we kissed deeply with his hands on my ass squeezing them. We went inside to clean up and start to make dinner. He left for his bedroom and came back in. "Bend over" he commanded I bent over right there in the kitchen. "Lick this. Its a cunt plug" he said. I was a rubber thing that looked thin at top, widened and then tapered back down. Then it had a base to it. Then he stuck it in my ass. I moaned. "This will keep my cum in you so you don't lose any and it soaks into your cunt. We want to do everything to knock you up" he said It felt funny and arousing. I started to get a hard on. He grabbed my cock. "Somebody likes that thing in his pussy" he said I nodded and kissed him. "I do. I love everything you do to me" I said. He kissed me and then slapped my ass. We went back to making dinner. The butt plug or cunt plug as he called it kept hitting my prostate. As I walked around and made dinner it kept me aroused. He noticed my cock was hard and had precum leaking. "Hmmm boy, your pussy is so sensitive isn't it. It loves the new toy" he said and grabbed the plugged and pushed it deeper and rotated it. I let out a loud moan, it felt so good. My cock throbbed and precum leaked more. He kept it up and I had to hang onto the counter. I pushed out my ass to give him more access as he worked it in my hole. He rubbed my cock a bit and precum leaked on the floor. Then he stopped instantly and walked away. I stood there breathing hard with one leg partially in the air. He stood looking at me and laughed.

Rick POV He is such a wonderful young man to be with. He is young, hot, handsome and beautiful. And a total slut. His pussy runs his brain. He has no idea how much his body I controlled by his hungry cunt. I have never been with a young man or any man for that matter whose ass controlled so much of their desire. I think I have awakened a monster in him and I am going to feed it and make it want more. I want him so bad. He has given me so much sexual energy that I haven't felt in a long time. I hope I knock him up soon. He doesn't know but I have a very high viral load that is strong. It has also take a toll on me as I try to keep up with his desires and stamina. I love to fuck him, own him and breed him. At the same time fucking him several times a day is testing my stamina. I have a few ideas of other ways to knock him up but will try this route first. He has no idea what's in front of him.

Me, my bro, and few of our fuck buds got invited to an orgy....we arrived and was met by the host...nice guy and we could see from the foyer that the action had started in the living room...we all said to each other, as we left a tip in the donate jar and started to get undress, that we could tell it was gonna be a good night of fucking,ff, and sucking... .until the host and answered the door and loudly said to the guys at the door, " Nope...you two are fat and ugly, and certainly do not meet my standards!" I saw the guys...yeah, not drop dead gorgeous models or bodybuilders but, decent guys...I immediately starting putting my clothes back on, as the host slammed the door on them! Told my bro and my buds that we are outta here! The host came up to me as I was pulling my t shirt back over my head and started to rub my bare butt! I jerked away immediately and said loudly "don't even think about it!" He said what? I told him that he was an asshole because of the way he reacted to the guys and the door! I said even if they didn't meet his type..they could have been somebody else's type and handled that totally devoid of kindness and respect! I quickly pulled up my shorts and put on flip flops, as the host got defensive and said my party and my rules! As we walked out, my Bro responded and said, Dude your party and your rules don't meet our fucking standards! I gave him a wicked smirk and our fuck buds flipped him off...he just stood at the door with slack jaw and dejected look...I turned around and said, " Dude, our world is judged by homophobic assholes and we don't need our own throwing stone at our fellow brothers....empathy is a fucking hot turn on! We proceeded to stop at a local gay bar to grab some beers and ran into the couple that the asshole had rejected...We immediately said to them that we told the host off and left his orgy... One of the guys actually broke down crying saying that he had lost weight and really worked hard on his self esteem this past year and this orgy was gonna be a stepping stone for him with his new found confidence and reentry back into, his words, a cruel world of mean gays... my bro hugged him hard and I told him that regardless of what happened tonight and that no matter how he looked he would always be a better man then that asshole at the door... ...we all sat for awhile and drank our beers and chatted..eventually getting him and his boyfriend laughing... after we all started feeling a buzz...I said "well guys, let's head back to my place and fuck!" So we had our own orgy with a new friends the center of attention!... As I was fucking my new friend, he whispered in my ear that that a guy like me with a firm ass was fucking him was only a fantasy to the version of him a few years ago....I told him the truth and whispered back that I've been with all types of guys and I can honestly say I probably fucked your earlier version too..cause I've learned that that the ones that might not be the same type as me or my typical type are usally really fun good fucks! I then kissed him said it's the soul that counts ....if it's good and then guy with soul may be a really great fuck but, if that soul is bad, like the asshole at the door...it ain't gonna happen! As we all ate breakfast that morning, our new friends said that they are so happy that they met us and felt good! My Bro said that they are now part of our pack and we all exchanged numbers... I kissed my new friend goodbye and as they proceeded out the door..a good gym friend of mine, who is hot as hell, was coming up the stairs to my door and started to laugh and said "I know what type of party I sadly missed seeing all these studs leaving "justaholeff's" apartment ! He then proceeded to slap my new friend on the ass and said,"next time? " I introduced them and said, in particular, my new friend, here, is beautiful inside and out and knows how to have a great fuck! We all laughed and I winked at my new friend, that was blushing from the flirting from my friend of a gym greek gods body and my compliment...He responded as they went down the stairs with very confident "fucking right!"

I’d just got out the shower when I heard a knock at my door. I shouted out that I’d be just a a minute and quickly dried myself off. I took a second while doing so to check myself out in the mirror – call me vain, but I’d been hitting the gym recently and was enjoying the effect on my body. I’d been a bit chubby through my teen years, but now at 21 I was finally pretty happy with what I saw looking back at me from the mirror – a fairly toned physique, dark hair on my chest and legs. A happy side effect of the weight loss was my admittedly average sized cock was even a bit bigger looking – every little helps, y’know? I finished quickly drying and wrapped the towel around my hips as I crossed my flat to the door. I opened the door without checking through the peep hole first – my first mistake of the evening but certainly not my last. Standing on the other side was my landlord , Steven. I managed not to let out the groan I felt like making as I noticed who it was, instead arranging my face into what I hoped was a winning smile. His eyes trailed up my still damp body before he met my eyes and returned my painted on smile with a much more lecherous one of his own. To be honest, the guy gave me the creeps, but I needed to try to keep him sweet because I was 2 weeks overdue on my rent and didn’t get paid till next week. He was a couple inches shorter than me and at least 30 years older, his thinning hair was greasy and dyed an unconvincing shade of black and looked and smelled like he hadn’t showered in a week. He scratched at his belly trough a stained white vest as he continued to leer at me for a moment before he spoke. “Hey, didn’t catch you at a bad time did I?” his face quite clearly expressed that he wasn’t at all concerned about this as he took the opportunity to try and make out my cock through the towel. “Oh, hi, eh, kind of yeah. Could we maybe speak tomorrow?” I tried to take the chance at hopefully ending the conversation as I closed the door. Steven stopped the door from closing with his foot. “Not really, its about the rent. I think I’d better come in so we can have a chat.” He didn’t wait for an answer and pushed in past me, his hand ‘accidentally’ grazing my cock through the towel as he did. He crossed the hall and dropped down onto my sofa, right in the middle with his arms spread out across the back – it was only a two seater so I’d have had to practically squeeze in next to him to sit. I opted instead to sit perched awkwardly on the foot stool, feeling a little exposed there still just wrapped in my towel. “Look, I know I’m a bit behind, but I get paid next week, and I’ll get you…” “You told me the same thing last week,” Steven cut me off, “’Soon’ doesn’t cut it. Rent is due when it’s due. I’m going to need to start looking at evicting you.” My heart sank – the flat was shit, but it was way cheaper than anything else around here and I could still barely afford it. “Shit, no...no wait, lets not be...surely there’s something…” I stammered out. “Weeeellll,” Steven drawled “I might consider waiting another week… if you were to make me happy. You want me happy, don’t you?” “I mean, of course, whatever you need,” I said, nodding. “What I need, is a lap dance. I’m horny as fuck and need to blow off some steam.” “Whoa, what? Listen, I’m not, y’know, obviously it’s cool or whatever, but I’m not gay…” “Did I ask? I don’t care if you’re into it or not, I just want to enjoy that body of yours. And I'm sure you'll have a ...positive experience. But, if you prefer to go down the other route, I suppose you better start packing…” Fuck! I couldn’t lose this place, but just the idea of giving this dirty old man a lap dance was horrifying! What choice did I have though. I was shaking a little as I stood up, was I actually going to do this? I took one step towards the leering man on my couch, I sighed and tried to think of something else as I turned to face the wall. One hand holding the towel about my waist I lowered myself a little and stuck my ass out and gyrated half-heartedly. “Closer,” Steven ordered from behind me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip a little as I obeyed and took a step back towards him. I shuddered a little as I felt his hand rub down my side and over my towel-wrapped ass and tried to just keep dancing. Suddenly he bunched the towel in his fist a and ripped it off me, eliciting a gasp from me. “I didn’t say stop,” Steven growled, “and you need to actually be on my ‘lap’ for it to be a lapdance.” He placed both hands on my hips and pulled me down before I could answer and I half fell on to him. I froze for a moment, but surely this was as bad as it was going to get, right? I’m naked sitting in the lap of some old pervert, and oh my god was that his cock I could feel under me? I felt something poking me through the material of his dirty jogging trousers, right between my arse cheeks. But I needed this place. Give the guy some fun and I’d still have a roof over my head next week. I began to gyrate again, just had to get through it. After a minute or so I began to feel Steven move his hips under mine – apparently he was enjoying my attempt at a lap dance as that was now definitely his cock I could feel hardening beneath me, grinding against me. Jesus christ, how big was it? I was still hating this, but at least I was doing a good job. I put a little more into what I was doing, if I was going though with this I might as well try and make him happy. “Hang on a second,” Steven pushed me up off him briefly, pulled down the waistband of his joggers pulling out his stiffening cock. Before I could even react to this, he put his rough hands on my hips again and pulled me back down to his lap. His massive cock was now wedged between my arse cheeks, I could feel the heat of it against my skin. “That’s better, much more comfortable. Well, keep going, we’re not done yet.” Steven punctuated this order with a stinging slap of my ass. The pain shocked me back into motion, what was even happening? Was I really grinding my ass on his cock? How far was this going to go? Steven’s hands were still firmly grasping my waist and he guided me the way he wanted, sliding up and down his shaft. Now that it was out, I could smell the ripe unwashed smell much more strongly – was that his dick I could smell? The one that was being rubbed hard up against me. The one that, if I wasn’t mistaken was now oozing sticky pre-cum on my crack. Steven’s right hand left my hip and slipped round to my crotch. I gasped as his right hand encircled the base of my cock and my balls at the same time. He was wanking me and at the same time gently squeezing my balls in a way that sent confusing electric shocks of pleasure/pain shooting through my groin and up my spine. I was horrified at how far this had got out of control, but my body betrayed me as my cock stiffened and began to throb. “That’s it boy. Just you let me make you feel good. Knew you’d be a good little bitch for me.” Steven growled in my ear, at this point my head was laid back on his chest as I ground my tight little ass on his monster oozing cock – by now my crack felt slick with his precum as he slid its length and and down it. He was guiding my hips more by the hand tugging at my cock and balls than the one on my hip now, pulling more this way then the other as my hips followed. He began to pull me further and further up until finally I was almost completely off him, my back arched uncomfortably with the only points of contact being my shoulders pressed against his chest and the heat of his cock nestled between my cheeks, it’s slick tip pressed against my tight virgin asshole. He stopped for a moment, hand still but wrapped tight around my balls stopping me from moving. I moaned, partly from discomfort and I hated to admit to myself but a bit of frustration. Steven chuckled gently. “Now just you stay right there.” “Please...please don’t…” I mumbled “Don’t what boy? Seems like you’re having as much fun as me if your cocks anything to go by.” “Please don’t...don’t fuck me…” what was I saying? How had this gone this far? “Don’t worry, I’m just going to make you feel good. Does me good to feel a lad like you enjoying himself on top of me.” As he said this his left hand slid up from my hip to my throat, pulling my head back a little further and making it just a little harder to breathe. His right hand moved from my balls to encircling my now rock hard shaft. I moaned a little as he began to gently stroke me, teasingly going up and down smearing my pre-cum. A little of the tension in my body released, but this relaxation pushed my ass hole further against the oozing cock head at it’s entrance. I tried to lift my ass further away, the movement making me fuck his hand. I had to keep my core muscles tense to stop from sinking down, but the feeling of the expert hand on my cock kept distracting me. My concentration would slip and I would sink down a little, the slick precum lubricating my hole enough that it would sink just a fraction into my tight hole, the burn of the intrusion would wake me up a little and I would buck my hips up away from Steven’s dirty cock. This pattern seemed to repeat forever, each time my hole seemed to sink just a little further onto the cock before my now aching core lifted me up off of it and towards the hand teasing me, keeping my cock just on the edge but not quite over the horizon of orgasm. By this point my legs were trembling with the effort of keeping me up and my breathing was growing ragged and moaning around the pressure of the hand around my throat. Eventually I couldn’t hold the position any longer and my legs gave out – I fell just a bit too far and the entire head of his cock popped through, several inches of it sliding inside me forcefully driven by the weight of my body. My eyes opened wide and I let out a moan at the pain in my hole, I could feel it tear as it tried and failed to accommodate. My moan of pain was answered by one of pleasure from the mouth next to my ear. I tried in vain to lift myself off, but even with the motivation of the burning pain I couldn’t get my legs to obey me enough to do so. “That’s it boy. Just relax and let daddy make you feel good.” His hand kept stroking as he spoke, my cock somehow still hard. I eventually gave up trying to lift up and sank down further onto the shaft impaling me. I felt every inch of him slowly slide into my poor arse, tears falling from my now closed eyes as I gave into the inevitability of what was happening. After a minute my ass met his legs as he finally sank to the hilt. I was now sat fully on his lap, trembling and vision blurred with tears as he still had one hand around my throat and another around my shaft.

Apologies for the delay everyone. My travel is done and I've been able to make the time to finish part 3. I have one more chapter I want to write to conclude this story after this. +++ Part 3 We waited another day to make sure this is what Joey wanted. I did not want him blaming me for this. Sure I had been manipulating him towards this the whole time, but he was independent enough that I knew if he felt like this was his decision and I hadn’t pressured him into it, that he would internalize it as his independent decision. So the following day, we made a video of him standing in the bathroom with his bottle of PrEP. Joey looked into the camera, “Hey all you hot poz daddies. My name is Joey and I am a cumdump. For awhile now I’ve been taking loads and relying on PrEP to keep me from getting infected. Well, I’m finally ready to embrace my destiny.” He opened the bottle and poured the contents into the toilet then flushed it. He turned back to the camera, “This is my choice and I am now canceling my online prescription.” He pulled out his phone, which was preloaded to the cancellation page of online PrEP service. He pressed the cancel button, then put a finger over his identifying information and turned the phone back to the camera. I moved in for a close up and showed the confirmation that the prescription had been canceled. I panned back out as Joey lowered his phone. He smiled at the camera, “So which of you hot daddies wants to breed me with their toxic cum and get me pregnant with your viral babies.” I stopped the recording. “Perfect. Fuck that was so hot,” I said. Joey saw that I was hard and my cock was tenting out my sweatpants. Without saying anything he dropped to his knees, lowered my sweatpants, and started sucking my cock. I was so turned on that I came quickly, which was rare for me, especially from just a blowjob. I took the video and logged into BBRTS and sent it to the guys that had said they would take med holidays in order to give Joey a toxic load if he ever stopped PrEP. Several backed up but quite a few promised they would stop their meds and to give them a few weeks. I also hit Ray up and let him know that Joey had stopped his PrEP and sent him the video as well. He pinged me right back and said he had actually stopped after his first hook up with Joey and the poz roleplay scene we had arranged. We scheduled an all day session for ten days out, figuring that would be enough time for the PrEP that was in Joey’s system still to clear itself. We didn’t really have many hookups that week as most of the guys we were really interested in wanted to wait until they had a higher viral load or for Joey’s PrEP had worn off. So we entertained ourselves by watching bareback cum dump porn, unfortunately there isn’t enough of it that is focused on vocal conversion dirty talk, so we did it ourselves. I’d fuck his ass with a dildo while we watched a muscle jock like him getting fucked raw as I said how hot it would be for him to be taking raw loads like that from poz tops and getting toxic load after toxic load. Fortunately we had enough guys claiming to be poz tops to host a gangbang on the Saturday after Joey’s PrEP would be worn off. We had five guys lined up that wanted to help convert my little muscle stud. Ray was one of the five. He was scheduled to be the first top to breed Joey’s unprotected boy cunt. I had loosened Joey’s hole up by roughly fucking it with one of our dildos and my fingers. I hadn’t trimmed my nails and while I wasn’t intentionally cutting him, I was not gentle. I wanted his hole to be juicy and receptive not bloody as Joey had a thing about blood. Joey was tied up in the sling waiting for Ray when he arrived. Ray quickly stripped down after entering the room. It didn’t take him long to get hard as he soaked up the sight of my young muscle jock stud of a husband tied up, his ass exposed, waiting to get his vulnerable hole flooded with toxic cum. He didn’t say anything as he slowly jacked his cock. I spoke up, “Joey, this is going to be your first known poz fuck now that you’ve stopped your PrEP. You need to let this man know, you are ready, that you want, I want to hear you beg this man for poz cum, beg him to bred your neg cunt and poz you.” Joey glanced at me and then at Ray, who he had never seen before even though the man had been one of the catalysts for Joey accepting that he wanted to be a bug chaser. “Please Sir, fuck my neg ass and give me your toxic load. I want you to poz me and make me pregnant with your viral babies,” he begged as he looked at Ray’s now hard cock. Ray grunted, not yet wanting to give Joey the chance to recognize him. He stepped forward and sunk his poz cock to the hilt in Joey’s ass in one hard thrust. Joey gasped at the rough intrusion. He quickly started moaning though as Ray started pumping in and out of Joey’s vulnerable asshole. “Yes, oh yes, please Sir, harder, give it to me, infect me, ruin me, give me your virus Sir,” begged Joey as Ray fucked him. I was harder than I could ever remember. It was finally happening, this safe sex only closeted jock muscle stud I had courted was now begging for a poz top’s seed as he was getting fucked raw by someone he that as far as he knew he had never met before. “Yeah Joey, you look so hot right now,” I said, “I love having a fucking no loads refused husband that is begging for a toxic load, I love you so much.” Ray could no longer stay silent, “Fuck yeah Boy, I knew when I fucked you before that you couldn’t stay on PrEP forever after you begged for my toxic load last time.” Joey’s eyes went wide when recognized the voice and the admission that Ray had been the top that helped him accept that he preferred poz loads over unknown cum. “Fuck me Sir, thank you for trying to me poz me last time. I can’t wait to take your virus into me now that I’m off PrEP. Breed me! Give me your load!,” he yelled as Ray was slamming into him. All of this was too much for Ray as he gave a grunt and then pulled Joey’s hips back against him as he started to breed my boy. “Fuck here it comes slut, going to infect you, knock you up with my poz babies, charge you and and change you forever,” he said as made small thrusts as his balls twitched and his cock pulsed, injecting his poison cum into Joey’s muscular ass. Joey was just chanting “Yes, Yes, Yes,” as he took the charged load. Untouched and unannounced neg cum started shooting out of Joey’s hard cock as he was bred. I was close to cumming but I stopped playing with my cock as I didn’t want to cum yet, we had several more tops scheduled to visit today and I wanted to edge through the day so I would still be hard and ready to fuck my Boy’s poz cum filled hole at the end. Ray left his cock buried in Joey’s ass, keeping the cum pushed deep. He reached down and scooped up Joey’s cum with hand and brought it to the boy’s mouth. “Here boy, taste one of your last neg loads. After today you are going to infect and no longer shooting blanks. Your cum will be toxic and you’ll feel the virus calling you to spread it to others.” After they had both recovered from their orgasms, Ray pulled out and I rushed over with a butt plug to keep Ray’s cum inside Joey’s ass. I thanked Ray and escorted him to the living room. I had already arranged for him to be the first and last high-viral load breeder to fuck Joey today. So he was going to hang and recover as the other guys used my husband. I did get on my knees and suck his poz cum, lube, and Joey’s ass juices off his cock. We were interrupted by a knock on the door as the next guy arrived for Joey’s conversion pump and dump. I opened the door and gave a nod, “Follow me, the little muscle stud chaser is tied up in sling in our playroom.” The guy whose name I didn’t know, just his online handle of ‘ToxicGifter123’ followed me. He didn’t bother stripping, but instead just unzipped his pants and pulled his thick cock out of his pants and approached Joey’s head. “Going to rape your throat first before I give you my gift,” he said as he grabbed Joey’s head and turned it so he could thrust his cock into Joey’s mouth. He skull fucked Joey for a few minutes, his precum being thrust forcefully into Joey’s throat as Joey gagged and almost vomited from the rough throat fucking. “Yeah, you’re just a stupid faggot whose purpose in life is to be used by real men,” he growled. Eventually he was ready to fuck and breed Joey, so he pulled out and moved into position. He pulled out the butt plug and held it out to me, “Here Daddy, clean your Boy’s plug as I fuck that load into him and add my own ever more toxic cum to this bitch’s cunt.” I sucked Ray’s cum off the plug as I watched captivated as probably the thickest cock that Joey had ever taken pushed into his ass. Joey whined, “It’s too thick.” “Shut up you worthless cumdump, you will take it and you will thank me for bothering to impregnate you with my HIV babies,” said the man as he reached out and slapped Joey across the face. “Yes Sir, sorry Sir,” responded Joey. My boy had come a long way and it was clear he was fully embracing his role as a bug chasing cumdump. For all his talk, ToxicGifter123 did not last as long as Ray, although he certainly gave my boy a hard dicking. As he got close he made Joey beg for his load, to beg to infect him, which Joey did with enthusiasm. Joey’s cock had regained its hardness during the rough fuck, but he wasn’t ready to cum again. ToxicGifter123 shouted out as he came, “Take that toxic load bitch, feel my cum penetrate you and knock you up.” As with Ray, Joey was happily shout out “Yes, Yes Sir, gift me,” as he took the anonymous man’s high viral load cum. Again after he came and pulled out, I shoved the plug back into Joey’s sloppy cunt. It went in much easier this time as the man’s thick cock had Joey’s asshole gaping. I made sure to use the plug to scoop and shove the cum that was leaking out back into his abused hole. I showed the man out then returned to the playroom and untied Joey, letting him stretch and readjust. I brought him a bottle of water as well. “How you doing baby?” I asked. “I’m doing good,” he replied. I sensed a bit of sheepishness on his part though. I reached down and ran my hand through his sweaty hair and down his wet face, then gently gripped his chin. “You are so fucking sexy. Seeing you be a horny little cum dump slut begging for loads is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I love you so much,” I said then leaned down and kissed him. I pressed my tongue into his mouth and ravaged him, dominating the kiss. When I broke the kiss he looked up at me and smiled, “Thank you Daddy, I’ve the luckiest Boy in the world to have you.” My cock was hard and I almost abandoned the plan and fucked him right then and there but our moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. I quickly started re-securing Joey to the sling as I yelled out, “Ray, can you let the next guy in while I tie Joey back up?” “Sure,” yelled Ray from the living room. A moment later Ray, still naked and semi-hard, led the next breeder into the playroom. He pointed to Joey and said, “Here you go, give this slut what he needs,” to the man next to him. This guy and the next were more of the same. They were very verbal and threw some hard fucks into my boy. It seemed that this conversion party was bringing out the verbal top pig in all the men. After the fourth man left I asked Ray if he was ready to give Joey another load. “Sure, your boy needs one more load,” he said as we walked into the playroom. Joey seemed to be laying there in a state of bliss as he four toxic loads trapped in his ass by the plug. Ray and went over and ran our hands over Joey. His naked muscular body was covered in sweat and lube. I pulled out the plug and licked in clean. I expected Ray, who was hard again, to fuck Joey, but instead Ray grabbed my cock and gave it a few strokes. “I want see you fuck your Boy’s sloppy toxic hole,” he said as he pulled my cock towards Joey’s dripping hole. I was so turned on that I couldn’t say no. I sank my cock into the toxic cum filled tunnel of my husband’s ass. I started slowly thrusting in and out, as I stood between Joey’s legs which were on either side of me in the sling’s stirrups. “Oh fuck Joey, your cum filled cunt feels so good on my cock,” I moaned. I heard some noise behind me but didn’t pay it any attention until I felt Ray pressing up behind me. His arms reached around from behind me and he grabbed Joey’s thighs. I was trapped between Ray and Joey. I could feel Ray’s cock which was lubed up sliding up and down my crack as I fucked Joey. “I think its only fair that Daddy here take at least one toxic load today. What do you think Joey, you want to see your Daddy here get my gift, just like you did?” Joey looked up at me. I’m sure he saw the mix of desire and fear in my eyes. “Yes, I want to see you infect my Daddy as he gives me one of his last negative loads,” said Joey, smiling at me. I had stopped fucking as they talked. I don’t know if it was because I wanted to stop, or if I was just unknowingly giving Ray the opportunity to line his cock up, but I soon felt Ray’s cock pushing into my ass and spreading my asshole open as it gave into his raw HIV positive cock. It had been awhile since I had been fucked, so it was not a pleasant experience as he initially penetrated me. My own cock got soft. Once he was fully buried in my ass, Ray stopped and let me get used his cock. I looked down and saw Joey smiling up and me with a look of absolute love and joy. His cock was hard. I smiled at him and reached down and stroked his cock. “I’d never ask you to do anything I wouldn’t do myself my love,” I said. As the pain of the initial penetration passed, my cock started to get hard again and I was able to reinsert it into Joey. I resumed fucking the four toxic loads into my husband, but my thrusts were causing Ray’s cock to slide in and out of my own ass. Having edged all day, it didn’t take me long until I blasted Joey’s ass with my own negative load. Once I had cum, Ray took over and started pounding my ass hard, pushing me into Joey. I bent forward and started kissing Joey as Ray ravaged my ass. “Okay Daddy, you know what you need to do, just like your Boy,” growled Ray into my ear. “Please Sir, give me that toxic load, bred my ass, knock me up, gift me Sir,” I begged. “Fuck yeah, welcome to club bitch,” he said as grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him as he started shooting his cum into my ass, breeding me with high viral load cum. We took a few minutes to recover then Ray got dressed again and I showed him to the door. I returned to the playroom and untied Joey. As soon as he was free he went over to the table and grabbed the butt plug. Without saying a word I turned around and presented him my ass. He slide the plug in then we hugged and made out for what seemed like an hour as I probed his abused sloppy ass with my fingers. Eventually we went upstairs to the bed room and lay cuddling on the bed as we basked in the afterglow of the hottest sex either of us had ever experienced. Later that evening, I held his head and stared into his eyes and said, “You know, we can go get PEP tomorrow if you are having any regrets.” “I know, but I’d rather we get up tomorrow morning and drive into the City to see how many random loads I can take from strangers at the bathhouse,” said Joey smiling at me. “That sounds much better baby,” I said.

Part 6 I was really turned on by what Jake and I had done and I couldn't help wondering if he would want to take things further. I decided it would be best to leave it up to him to initiate something if he wanted to, and, as it happens, I didn't see that much of him over the next week or so. The followind Saturday morning our hot tub was installed in the garden. It had arrived during the week and we had arranged for a local firm to come and fit it for us. Two guys turned up to fit it - one guy was in his mid to late 40s and the other, younger guy, who was obviously his son, looked to be in his early twenties. They were both quite big guys, the older with short hair and the younger with much longer hair tied back in a ponytail. We let them get on with it and after an hour or so I took them out a cold drink. The older guy was on the phone and the younger lad was bent over the tub. His shorts had slipped down a bit and I had a great view of the top of his pants and his arse crack. I gave him his drink and he smiled in thanks. I asked him how it was going and he said fine. He told me his name was Jack and he was a student at technical college. He worked with his dad at the weekend installing hot tubs. "I spend every weekend installing them and I never get to sit in one!" he said with a grin. His dad was some way away, still talking on the phone and, on impulse, I asked Jack if he would like to come round and try our hot tub. He seemed surprised, but was clearly up for it and we arranged that he would come round the following afternoon. Jack said he was looking forward to it and then, lowering his voice, he said "Don't mention it to my dad, though!" That night we used the tub for the first time and it was amazing. We had always fancied one but never seriously thought we would get one - especially this one which was quite an expensive model. We both really enjoyed sitting in the water, relaxing and having more than a few drinks. We had been fairly sure the tub would not overlooked in any way and sure enough it wasn't. We had both removed our shorts now and Ryan put his arm around me and kissed me. I could feel my cock getting hard and I reached down and felt Ryan's - which was also fully hard. We kissed for a bit longer and then Ryan sat on the edge of the tub, his cock sticking up between his legs as I went down on him. I sucked him for a little while and then we changed places and soon I was the one getting sucked. At one corner of the tub there was a little concrete shelf and after a while Ryan got up and bent over the shelf. His arse was at the perfect height and I pulled his cheeks apart and began to lick his hole. A few minutes later I pushed my hard cock up him and fucked him right there in the garden, shooting a big load right into him. Having a hot tub was going to be fun! The following afternoon, Jack came round, looking rather shy but quite excited. I wasn't really sure about Jack - I had definitely got what I thought was a bit of a vibe from him during our brief conversation, but you can't always tell. He was quite shy at first but after a couple of drinks he was more relaxed and started asking about the two of us - how long we had been together and how we met. We told him and then I asked him if he had a girlfriend or a boyfriend and he shook his head. Ryan asked him which he would prefer to have and he rather shyly confessed he would like to have a boyfriend. After another drink, I decided to make a move and asked Jack if he was up for some fun. "What kind of fun?" he asked and, in answer I stood up in front of Ryan and pulled my shorts down. Ryan took hold of my cock and began to suck it. "This kind of fun!" I said, looking at Jack. He didn't move for a moment, then he stood up and pulled his shorts down, moving in closer to me. He had quite a nice cock and soon it was in Ryan's mouth as he took turns sucking first me and then Jack. After a while, Ryan bent over the shelf, his arse in the air and looking over his shoulder asked "Who wants to go first?" I looked at Jack, but he nodded at me and I stepped up behind Ryan. He groaned as I pushed my now lubed cock right up him and began to fuck him. Jack had moved in even closer and was wanking as he watched me fuck Ryan. I fucked Ryan for a bit longer and then pulled out and motioned to Jack to take my place. He hesitated for a moment and I pulled his cock toward's Ryan's arse and guided it into his hole. Jack sighed and began to fuck, slowly at first and then faster as he got into his rhythm. I love watching Ryan getting fucked - especially as I know he loves it so much. Jack fucked Ryan for a little longer and then he began to groan and pushed his cock right up Ryan, obviously shooting his load right up him. Jack was breathing heavily as he pulled out of Ryan's arse and sat back down. "That was awesome!" he said with a grin as I fetched us all another drink. After a while I asked Jack if he was up for some more fun and he nodded and motioned to me to stand in front of him. My cock was hard and Jack took it into his mouth and sucked me for a while as Ryan watched. I asked if Jack wanted to take a turn over the shelf and he nodded. A short time later, he was bent over, his fit, meaty arse in the air. Ryan lubed him up and I pushed my cock against his hole. He was very tight but I managed to push my cock up him slowly but surely. I gave Jack a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him gently as he gave little moans and played with his cock. After a while I began to fuck him a bit harder but his arse was so tight it was not long before I was dumping my load right up him. When I pulled out, Ryan took my place and after a while he added his load to mine. It was all very horny - especially when a little later, Jack told us he had only ever fooled around with a couple of guys at college and had never fucked or been fucked before. The fact that we had taken Jack's anal virginity (and he had never mentioned condoms) made the whole experience even more horny. A few nights later, I remembered that Ryan had come home from work with a load of cum up his arse and I asked him what he had been up to. Ryan grinned and told me he had been a naughty boy and had been fucked by one of his patients. I knew that Ryan was always careful at work, as he didn't want to risk his job, but he had previously told me that when he was training he was moved around several hospitals to get experience and had worked various different shifts. He had told me that now and again when on night shift, he had discreetly wanked and sucked off a few of his male patients. He told me he hadn't done anything at work since he was married, but a few weeks before, an Irish guy in his mid 20s, Patrick, had been brought in following a road traffic accident when he had come off his motorbike and sustained various injuries, mostly on his right side. he and Ryan had got on well and one night Ryan had been helping to get him ready for bed and Patrick had got a massive hard on. Ryan had asked if there was anything else he could help with and Patrick had indicated his cock. That night Ryan had wanked him off and the following nights he had wanked him for a while and then sucked him off. That particular night, the ward had been short of staff, and Ryan was helping Patrick to shower. One thing had led to another and Ryan had sucked Patrick's cock and then licked his hairy arsehole. Ryan had then bent over the toilet and Patrick had fucked him. Ryan told me Patrick had fucked him hard and had whispered in his ear how horny it was to fuck him bareback "I fuckin;' need this," he whispered as he fucked Ryan even harder "I really fuckin' need this!" A little later he had moaned "Oh fuck!" I'm gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' breed you!" and had pumped a massive load of cum into Ryan, which he had then brought home to me. Ryan told me that Patrick had been quite badly injured at first and his mother, his twin brother and his brother's girlfriend had come over from Ireland. This had not stopped Ryan and Patrick from having some discreet fun and Ryan had now been fucked a few times by Patrick and had also fucked Patrick's hairy arse, as he knelt up on his hospital bed. At the end of the week, Patrick's mother and his brother's girfriend were going back to Ireland and his twin brother was going to stay a bit longer. Ryan said Patrick had let him take a few pictures and asked me if I wanted to see them. I nodded and Ryan showed me a picture of a really handsome guy with dark curly hair and a really nice smile. He flicked on a couple of pictures and showed me one of Patrick's big cock and hairy balls and then one of his hairy arse. "Fuck!" I said Ryan told me that Patrick and his brother were going to stay in a hotel for a few days when Patrick was discharged from hospital and casually mentioned that he had invited them to come round and try the hot tub, adding that Patrick had told him his twin brother sometimes liked to go both ways! My life with Ryan just seemed to keep getting better and better! Life was quite busy - my best friend, Francis, had asked me to be his best man when he married his boyfriend in a couple of months and I was really nervous trying to think of what to say in my speech. Work was quite busy too. I hadn't seen Aaron for a while and assumed he was on holiday, but one of his colleagues told me he had been unwell and had been off work for a couple of weeks. I did have a quick fuck at work when we had some specialist training on cyber security. The guy doing the training was a reallt handsome black guy - probably in his mid 40s, with what looked like a massive packet at the front of his smart trousers. During the session, he mentioned that he was married with three children and was a lay preacher at the weekend. I think he picked up on my obvious interest in him though and after the session he asked me where the toilets were. I offered to show him and we ended up with him bent over the toilet, pants at this ankles as I fucked him and shot my load up him, before we changed places and I got a load up me too. I hadn't seen much of Jake since the two of us wanked off together and I wondered if he was avoiding me. I wouldn't have been surprised if he was, as he was obviously conflicted. However during that week he told me he had finished a major part of his work project and asked if he could come round at the weekend for me to take a look at it. I said yes, no problem and told him Ryan would be at work. Jake came round early on Saturday afternoon and we looked at his project together and exchanged some ideas. It was a hot day and we were both dressed in shorts and a T shirt. After we had finished I asked Jake if he would like to have a few drinks in the garden and to my surprise he shook his head and said "I'd rather stay in here." I was just about to reply when Jake pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I could feel his hard cock pushing against me as we kissed and I put my hand over it. We kissed for a while and then Jake went down and pulled my shorts and pants down. I was already hard and Jake took hold of my cock and wanked it a couple of times. "Nice!" he said as he took it into his mouth and began to suck me. He sucked me very well and I enjoyed every minute of it. He sucked me for a while longer and then he stood up and pulled me towards him again and kissed me. "Take me upstairs!" he said "I want you to fuck me!" I wanted nothing more than to take Jake upstairs and fuck his fit arse but I knew I couldn't do it without being honest with him. "Wait!" I said, "There's something I have to tell you." "No," he said decisively "You don't. You don't have to tell me anything, I already know." I looked at Jake and he looked straight back at me. "I already know." he said again. "You're HIV positive and you're not on any meds," he said, adding "Aidan told me when we were arranging to take on the house." "Oh," I said, not knowing what to say. "Take me upstairs," said Jake again, "I want you to fuck me." "Are you sure?" Jake nodded and I led him upstairs and into our bedroom. Jake pulled me towards him and soon we were both naked. Jake's cock was hard and I took it into my mouth and began to suck him as he gave a deep sigh. We changed places a couple of times and then Jake knelt up on the bed, his fit arse in the air. I couldn't resist pulling his cheeks apart to expose his hairy arsehole and seconds later my tongue was right up his hole. He moaned as I licked him and he said "Fuck me!" "Are you sure?" I asked again "Yes," he said "Fuck me," adding "No condom, I want it bareback!" I lubed him up and pushed the head of my cock gently against his hole. He moaned as the head of my cock went into his arse and, after giving him a moment to get used to my cock, I pushed the rest of my cock slowly right up his virgin arse. "Oh God!" he moaned "I want this! I really want this!" Jake's arse was the tightest I had ever fucked and it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load as soon as my cock was right up him. "Fuck me! he whispered "Please fuck me!" I began to fuck him. "You know I'm not wearing a condom!" I said as I fucked him "Yes," he moaned "That's what I want!" I could tell that Jake was getting more and more turned on. "But I might give you HIV!" I said, "Are you sure you want me to fuck you!" "Yes, I do, I really fucking want it!" "I'm getting close," I panted, "Do you want me to cum in you?" "Oh yes," he moaned "Oh fuck yes!" "I'm really close now," I warned. "Do it," he moaned "Just fucking do it! I want it up me, I want it inside me!" A few seconds later I pumped what felt like a massive load of positive cum right into Jake's arse. When I pulled out, Jake took my still hard cock into his mouth and sucked it gently for a while. "Can you go again?" he asked I nodded and Jake pulled me on top of him, spreading his legs and pulling my cock towards his hole. "Fuck me!" he said "Give me another load of cum up my hole!" I pushed up him and fucked him again as we kissed. "Oh God, that's so good," he moaned "Can you cum in me again?" I was fairly sure I could and I began to fuck him harder. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "Do you think I'll still be a good little neg boy after this?" "No," I said "I don't - I think you'll probably be positive like me and Ryan" "Oh fuck!" he moaned. I had never thought Jake would turn out to be a secret chaser, but he shot his load as soon as I began to pump another load into his now wrecked hole. "I hope he knows what he's doing!" I thought as I finished breeding him for the second time.

I had so much fun writing that last chapter, that I banged out another tonight. This is very likely the last chapter as it brings the story full circle while leaving a bit to the reader's imagination. Besides I need to get a few more chapters to my other story in another section. So here you go, I hope you all enjoy. *** Part 4 Over the next couple of weeks, Joey was insatiable. We went into the city and visited the bathhouse on Sunday. Joey was very popular. I definitely noticed a change from his past visits. Before he had always been a bit shy and let me find guys to fuck him in our room, but now he wanted to be on display in the public area. He made no secret that he was accepting all loads, no questions asked. When one of the guys asked him if he was on PrEP, he answered, “Not anymore, I’m done being worried about that. I’ve accepted my fate and I’m not hiding from it anymore.” God was he sexy. When we got back home he took an active part in cruising the apps looking for guys to fuck him. We had a talk about that and we agreed that even with him finding guys on his own, our one rule was that if fucking was going to happen, we both had to be in the room. Either of us could get oral sex, which honestly neither of us was that interested in, without the other being there, but if we were fucking, the other got to watch. I’d often get a message near the end of the day of my classes letting me know a guy was coming over that evening to breed him. Every session of him getting bred by some random stranger, or Ray, who was coming over a couple times a week, ended with me fucking the unknown and known poz loads deeper into Joey’s hungry ass. Ray did not fuck me again. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to take a poz load, but just because after that first time, which was very hot in the moment, it reminded me that getting fucked was not what turned me. Seeing a hot young man like Joey, being a wanton bottom slut, getting fucked by guys he barely knew, not caring if they were poz, taking a toxic load; that is what really turned me on. A little over a month after his PrEP wore off, Joey came down with some flu like symptoms. I spoiled the hell out of the boy while I took care of him. Changing the sheets as he sweated through them, some cold towels for his forehead, chicken soup and other comfort food he could keep down. I also bought him the latest PlayStation console, to give him something to keep him entertained while in bed. We obviously took a break from having guys come over to fuck him, and I let him know that it was entirely up to him when he resumed having sex. A few days after he had recovered, I received a message from him. It read ‘Met a cute little twink at the gym. He’s coming over tonight so we can give you a show’. There was a picture attached. I waited a sec for it to download. While I waited I was curious as Joey usually preferred older guys. I opened the pic when it as ready and say a barely legal young man, probably just turned 18. The young man reminded me of so many of the gay twinks that took my Queer Studies course the very first semester of college. I of course never hit on them because I didn’t want to lose my job. I immediately started typing a response when I received another message from Joey, ‘Don’t worry, he goes to the community college, so not one of your students’. My husband knew me so well. I quickly deleted the question I was going to ask and respond, ‘I was worried there for a sec. Not usually your type, hopefully he has a nice dick to breed you with’. Joey’s reply was just the devil smiley face emoji. I rushed home as soon as my afternoon office hours were over and got the playroom ready. I figured the young man would be more comfortable with the bed than the sling out, so I put the sling away and got the bed ready with the play sheet. A half hour later, Joey and the twink arrived. Joey introduced him, his name as Kyle. He had turned 18 last week. He attended the local community college and was taking art classes. Joey had caught him checking him out at the gym, so approached him and introduced himself. I was seeing a new side of Joey. Kyle was clearly submissive and there was no way I could see this boy topping Joey. “So Kyle, now that you’ve met my husband, do you still want me to fuck you knowing he has to watch?” asked Joey. I kept my mouth shut but I’m sure Joey noticed the confused expression that flashed across my face. Kyle blushed then gave a little smile, “Sure, your husband is kind of hot for an older guy. Since you said he is a top and you are verse, I wouldn’t mind if he fucked me after you if he wants.” Joey had a huge smile on his face as he said, “I’m sure he would like, that’s go into the playroom you cute little slut.” He got up and grabbed Kyle’s hand and led him to the playroom. I got up and followed. I took my spot in my chair as I watched Joey take the lead and be dominate for a change. He stripped off Kyle’s clothes, revealing the twink’s pale smooth skinny body. Once he had the boy naked, he pushed him down to his knees and grabbed a fistful of the boy’s shaggy brown hair. “Get me hard bitch,” he said as shoved Kyle’s face into his crotch. Kyle mouthed Joey’s cock through his spandex workout shorts. Joey’s cock formed a nice sized bulge in his shorts. He let go of Kyle’s head and reached down, hooking his thumbs under the wait band of his shorts and pulled them down, taking his jockstrap with them. He six inch cut cock flopped out and smack Kyle in the face. “Suck it baby,” he said to Kyle. The twink immediately took it into his mouth and worked it down his throat, quickly taking it all down to the base. Clearly despite recently turning eighteen, this wasn’t the first time Kyle had sucked a cock. As Kyle sucked him, Joey stripped off his workout clothes. Once he was naked he jumped onto the bed, on his back. He flexed his muscular arms. I could see that Kyle was hypnotized by sight of my little twenty-four-year-old muscle jock of a husband laying naked on the bed, fresh from a workout. “Come worship me you little slut, lick me muscles and pits. I could tell from the way your were looking at me while I worked out that you want this, show me how much you want it,” said Joey in a commanding voice he had never used with me. Kyle quickly crawled onto the bed and dove into Joey’s smooth pits. It was my preference as well as Joey for him to be smooth. The little twink slut was in heaven. He was almost purring as he buried his face into my boy’s armpits. He probably spent almost a half hour licking, sucking, and worshiping almost every inch of Joey’s body, but Joey would not let him suck his rock hard dick which was leaking pre-cum the entire time. Eventually Joey got up and pushed Kyle face first down onto the bed. “Time for you to get fucked slut,” Joey said. He looked back at me and motioned with his head towards the bottle of lube that was on the desk in the room. I got up, grabbed the bottle, then tossed it to Joey. He pumped some into his hand, then roughly shoved a lubed up finger into the twink’s hole. “You have a condom?” asked Kyle as Joey fingered lube into his hole. Joey turned and gave me an evil smile, “Daddy, do we have any condoms left?” I was so turned out watching this scene that it took me a second to figure out a response. Sure, we did have a few condoms from back in the day in a drawer in the desk, but what I really knew what Joey was asking was if I wanted to watch him fuck this young twink raw and breed him with what we suspected was Joey’s freshly poz cum. “Um, no, we used up the last of them last week,” I lied, giving Joey my consent for him to proceed. “Damn, I so wanted to fuck you Kyle, you are so hot,” said Joey sounding disappointed. “Um, well, are you negative?” asked Kyle. “As far as I know, my last test results were negative, I can send them to you if you want,” said Joey. I mean we suspected Joey was poz, but we hadn’t confirmed it yet, so I guess it wasn’t technically a lie. “No I guess that’s fine then,” said Kyle, his desire to feel Joey’s cock in him overriding his conditioning to ask for condoms. Joey immediately lubed up his cock and shoved it into Kyle’s asshole before the boy could give it anymore thought. He shoved it in roughly and went balls deep on the first thrust. I could tell Joey wanted to ruin the twink’s hole and make it more vulnerable for his likely toxic cum. “Ugh, not so rough,” protested Kyle. “Shut up you stupid cunt, I’m in charge now and I’m fucking claiming your ass as mine. I’m going to breed your ass and impregnate you. You’re going to have my babies, aren’t you slut,” he growled as he started pounding in and out of Kyle’s ass. Kyle moaned a bit and grunted occasionally as Joey got into a grove fucking him. The more Joey fucked him the more he moaned and the less he protested. Soon it was obvious that Kyle was enjoying the hard fuck. “Where do you want my load bitch? You want it in your ass like a real slut, or are you fucking pussy that wants me to pull out. If I pull out I ain’t fucking you again,” said Joey as he was getting close to cumming. It didn’t take Kyle long to decide, “Cum in me Sir, breed your slut, I want it.” “Fuck, take it slut, you belong to me now, I’m going to get you pregnant. Oh fuck,” said Joey as he started to unload his cum, which he suspected but did not know for sure was carrying the virus, into the cumdump slut in training that had just turned eighteen. If it weren’t for the prospect that I would get to fuck Joey’s potentially toxic load further into the twink’s ass, I would have cum right then, but I had stopped stroking myself a while ago to keep myself from cumming. Joey collapsed down on top of the smaller young man. Kyle started rocking his ass up and down, trying to fuck himself on Joey’s cock which was slowly going soft. I could tell that Kyle was close to cumming and needed a little bit more to get himself off. “My turn,” I said as I got up and moved onto the bed. “Yes Daddy,” said Joey as he rolled off his slut. He pulled the boy’s ass cheeks apart, giving me a view of Kyle’s puffy red hole that was leaking a bit of Joey’s cum. I did not bother lubing up my cock, I just sunk it straight in to Kyle used hole. I fucked him for less than a minute in that position before rolling him on his side to free his cock from its trapped position. Joey got some lube and applied it to his hand then reached down and started jacking Kyle’s hard dick as I fucked the boy’s sloppy hole. “Cum for Daddy,” I whispered into Kyle’s ear. He responded by thrusting his hips, working his cock into Joey’s hand and my cock into his ass, “Yeah Boy, you were born to be a slut for men weren’t you?” “Yes Daddy,” he responded. “You love having bare cocks fucking loads into your hole don’t you slut?” I asked. It took him a second as his brain fought against all the safer-sex propaganda he had been taught during his upbringing, but eventually his true desires won out. “Yes Daddy, fuck me, breed me,” he begged. “Such a Good Boy,” I said giving him positive reinforcement. I don’t know if it was that or the combination of my cock in his ass and Joey’s hand around his cock caused him to have what was likely one of the most intense orgasms of his live. His neg cum spewed out of his cock and painted the playsheet in front of him. His ass spasmed in orgasm around my cock put me over the edge and I buried my cock as deep as it could go and unloaded my own cum into him, not knowing or caring if it was toxic or not. “Fuck that was hot. I understand now why you enjoy watching me,” said Joey as he knelt over us. I got up off the bed and leaned down and gave my husband a deep kiss. A broke the kiss then headed towards the door of the room. “Be a good Sir and give your new Boy some aftercare. I’d like to see him come around some more. I’m going to go use the upstairs bathroom to shower. “Yes Daddy,” said Joey. He laid down on the bed next to Kyle who was still panting and enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm. He snuggled up behind the twink and wrapped him in his arms. “Damn boy, that was so hot, you are such a great fuck. Thank you for sharing your body with us and letting us breed you,” said Joey as he cuddled the boy. My last image as I left the room was the big dopey smile on Kyle’s face and then the boy saying, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” I took a shower then put on some shorts. After I got out of the shower, I heard the sounds of the downstairs shower come on. I waited upstairs, giving Joey the opportunity to spend some post fuck time with the young man he had brought over to stealth and let me fuck. Once I heard the front door close I went downstairs. Joey was still naked and his cock was semi-hard. “So, are you a top now?” I asked. Joey gave me that evil grin of his that until tonight I never knew he had, “For neg ass I am. Speaking of which, for every twink I bring home for us to breed, I get to fuck your ass until you’re also poz.” I watched as his cock hardened all by itself as he laid down that new rule. “Deal,” I quickly replied. Without any further conversation I turned and walked into the playroom. I got on all fours on the edge of the bed, presenting my ass to my freshly pozzed husband. Joey followed me into the room and grabbed the bottle of lube off the desk. As I waited there for him to fuck me and breed me with what was we both suspected was a poz load, I wondered what sort of monster I had created. I had gently and slowly manipulated Joey into wanting to take poz loads while he was no longer protected by PrEP, and now he seemed to want to bring home young clueless twinks for us to both infect, regardless of if they where chasing or not. ‘Be careful what you wish for,’ I thought to myself as Joey’s bare cock pushed into my rarely fucked ass in order to infect me so that we could both breed more men and pass the virus on.

I was blessed with good genetics. My father was German and my mother was Polish. I came out with blond hair, deep blue eyes, round face with a strong jaw, my mothers cheekbones, my Dad's small nose and his tendency to a solid tight build with a minimum of effort, and apparently, the German tendency towards having a big dick, or maybe that's from my mother's side of the family, I don't know. My only regret is I'm not real tall, clocking in at a smidge over 5'8", but it serves me pretty good. And at 140 pounds I have a tight body. Guys seem to dig me, which is great. All throughout high school I kept trying to get with girls and kept getting shot down because I wasn't 'tall, dark, and handsome. It did a number on my self-esteem for a few years until I discovered guys in Grade 11. I was 18, perpetually horny, not getting any, and this guy hit on me at a rave. and I went for it. The sex, as I look back, probably wasn't all that great but for me it was life-changing. I ditched the bitches and made the switch, as some might say. I say I found myself that night. Now I'm making up for lost time and hit a rave just about every weekend. I can always find a hot guy to go home with at the parties. The local rave moves around every weekend and you have to be connected to get the location. I made sure to give the right guys my ass to ensure being connected enough to get the location. The events of this particular weekend would change my life forever. So, anyway I am at this weeks events, it's Saturday night and I'm just having a great time . I'm a little high (not that I do junk or anything, I might drop some E now and then, maybe smoke a joint and always tossed back a few drinks). I spot this cute guy, about my age, kind of short like me. He's got his shirt off and -- damn -- he's got a tight body on him. Real nice. Short hair not a buzz cut and long sideburns. He's got a couple tattoos, one along the inside of his right forearm but I can't see what it is, a small tat over his left nipple and one between his shoulder blades. Trust me, asking a dude about his tattoos is always a good opening line so I went over to him and asked him about his tats. He showed them to me. Pretty hot, I told him. He broke into this wide grin, his dark eyes lit up, and he asked me if I meant the tattoo or him. I said both. He asked me if I wanted to dance and I said sure. We're getting pretty sexy up there, with him gyrating up against me and rubbing his crotch up against my butt and his hands are all over me. We pulled each other in close and kissed hard, and pretty soon his tongue is dueling with mine. He's got me pushed up against this wall with his tongue all the way down my throat and his hand over my jeans massaging my growing cock. He was wearing these white beach pants with a tie waist and I had the tie undone and my hand wrapped around his dick down inside them. Things were heating up between us and a few guys were watching us. This weeks rave was being held in an old warehouse. They had used this warehouse before so I knew the layout. I grabbed his hand, led him back in behind the DJ and down a set of stairs. I had his shirt off and those beach pants sliding down over his ass in no time and I'm pressed up against him, necking. I ditched my shirt and pulled down his beach pants. He kicked off his flip-flops and stepped out of the beach pants so he was totally naked. Fucking hot little stud muffin, too. Damn! I got down on my knees and started sucking his cock as he leaned up against the wall. He starts talking real dirty which got me pretty worked up and I was already worked up. He pulled me to my feet and helped me out of my jeans. Now he was on his knees sucking my cock down in front of me as I braced my hands up against the wall. He sure seemed to love sucking dick, almost as much as me. So there we are, bare-assed naked, in the back stair area as I could feel his legs tremble from the strain of squatting but he didn't stop or get up, he just reached back and braced a hand against the wall behind him and kept right on sucking. He then stood up and leaning forward whispered in my ear that he was going to fuck me. I nodded agreeing that I wanted him to fuck me too. I turned around and leaned forward, bracing my hands up against the way and stuck my ass out. This stud wasted no time in eating my hole. He had me moaning like a bitch in heat that hadn't been fucked in years. He stood up, slapped my ass and rubbed his cock along my ass crack. I was caught up in the heat of the moment it never dawned on me if he put a rubber on. He grabbed my hips and began to slowly slid his raw cock inside my ass. Man oh man, feeling his dick pop through was great. I love getting fucked anyway, big time, but this was such a rush fucking right there in the warehouse where the rave was taking place, basically, down a short set of stairs from the DJ,, and knowing there was a club full of maybe a thousand people just about 10 feet away. I just felt a rush shoot all through me as soon as his cock slid into my ass and I shoved my ass back against him. This hottie knew how to fuck a guy too. He'd fuck into me real slow, teasing me, then pulling out a bit, then ease back in until I was grunting and grinding my ass back, begging for a real fuck from him. I could tell he was loving it. Then he'd pull out completely then pop back in a few times. By then my ass ring was starving for some hard friction. Finally, he grabs my hips and rams into me. Even over the loud music thumping just the stairs people must have heard me yell out Come on, fuck me harder. The dude is fucking the shit out of me by now and I'm totally off in the zone. We must have fucked for a good half hour back there, easy. I shot off up against the wall and he pounded harder and harder into me as he let me know he was seeding my ass (I never processed those words until later). He screamed out as he came, never slowing down he pace. He leaned in and kissed the back of my neck as he told me what a hot ass I had and that he was going to cum again. I was totally caught up in the heat of the moment. I didn't really know he never put a condom on and at that moment I didn't care. All I cared about was that I wanted every inch of his dick in side me . He tightened his grip on my hips as he plowed into my ass. It was at that moment that he leaned in again, kissed the back of my neck and whispered how hot it was to breed me with his poz load. It registered, I had let a total stranger fuck me and breed my ass with poz cum. At first I was terrified at the implications, but as he continued to fuck me like no man had ever before I didn't care. It was done and over with, nothing I can do about it now. And for some strange reason as I thought that my cock got so hard it hurt. I hope he can take a pounding from me some day.

Alex gripped the steering wheel of his beat-up sedan, the engine humming steadily along the dusty backroad in rural Oregon. At 18, fresh out of high school, he was on a solo road trip to clear his head—away from his overbearing parents and the small-town boredom. Barely five-foot-four and slender as a reed, with messy brown hair and wide, trusting blue eyes, Alex looked younger than his years. He wore a simple t-shirt and shorts, his smooth legs kicking idly as he drove, radio playing some upbeat pop tune. Up ahead, thumb out by a faded signpost, stood a hulking figure. The guy was massive—over six-foot-five, broad-shouldered, with a wild beard streaked in grime and clothes that hung off his frame like rags: a threadbare flannel shirt unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest, ripped jeans clinging to tree-trunk thighs, and scuffed boots caked in mud. His face was weathered, eyes sharp under bushy brows, a smirk playing on cracked lips. Alex slowed, heart thumping a bit—he'd never picked up a hitchhiker before, but the man looked harmless enough, waving cheerfully. 'Hey, kid! Goin' west?' the stranger called as Alex rolled down the window. His voice was gravelly, laced with a faint Southern drawl. 'Uh, yeah, toward Portland,' Alex replied, biting his lip. 'You need a ride?' The man chuckled, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat, his bulk making the car dip. Up close, he reeked of sweat, campfire smoke, and something earthier—like unwashed skin after days on the road. 'Name's Rex. Appreciate it, buddy. Been walkin' since dawn. You got a kind face.' He extended a massive, callused hand, engulfing Alex's in a firm shake. Alex flushed, starting the car again. 'I'm Alex. No problem. It's a long drive alone.' They chatted lightly—Rex spinning tales of odd jobs and wandering adventures, making Alex laugh with exaggerated stories. The hobo's presence filled the space, his knee brushing Alex's thigh accidentally at first, then lingering. Alex shifted, uncomfortable but polite, not wanting to seem rude. An hour in, Rex scratched at his armpit, wincing. 'Damn, I must stink like a skunk. Haven't had a proper wash in weeks. You mind if we swing by my place? It's just off this exit—got a little shack in the woods. I could use a shower bad, and hell, you look like you could too after this heat.' Alex hesitated, glancing at the clock. It was getting late, and the road was empty. 'Your place? I thought you were hitching...' Rex grinned, all teeth. 'Yeah, I'm between spots, but I keep a crash pad nearby. Nothin' fancy, but there's water and soap. Come on, kid—be a pal. I'll even throw in some cold beers from the fridge.' His eyes twinkled with feigned innocence, but there was a predatory glint Alex missed in his naivety. Against his better judgment, Alex nodded. 'Okay, sure. Why not?' They veered off the highway onto a rutted dirt path, trees closing in like walls. Rex's 'shack' emerged—a dilapidated cabin, roof sagging, windows boarded, surrounded by overgrown weeds. It smelled of damp wood and neglect inside, a single room with a lumpy mattress, a wood stove, and a tiny bathroom tacked on. 'Home sweet home,' Rex boomed, kicking off his boots. 'Shower's through there. You go first, Alex—I'll grab those beers.' Grateful for the courtesy, Alex stripped down in the cramped space, the water sputtering cold at first, then warming. He soaped up quickly, rinsing the road dust from his lithe body, his small cock and balls dangling innocently between pale thighs. Toweling off, he wrapped it around his waist, emerging to find Rex lounging on the mattress, shirtless, a can in hand. 'Here ya go,' Rex said, tossing him a beer. His eyes raked over Alex's slim frame, lingering on the towel's bulge. They clinked cans, Rex downing his in gulps while Alex sipped nervously. The hobo's chest heaved with each breath, dark hair matting down to a treasure trail disappearing into his jeans, which strained against an obvious, massive outline snaking down his leg. Conversation flowed easy at first, but Rex steered it personal—asking about Alex's life, if he'd ever been with anyone. The beer warmed Alex's cheeks, loosening his tongue. 'Nah, not really. I'm... kinda shy.' Rex nodded sympathetically, scooting closer on the mattress, his thigh pressing against Alex's bare one. Before Alex could react, Rex's hand clamped on his shoulder, the other yanking the towel away. 'Shy, huh? Let's fix that.' Alex yelped, scrambling back, but Rex was on him like a freight train—pinning the boy face-down with one arm, the weight crushing his ribs. 'What—stop! Let me go!' Alex gasped, kicking futilely. Rex laughed low, grinding his hips down. Alex felt the monster in those jeans—thick as a wrist, at least ten inches soft, now hardening into a battering ram against his ass. 'Picked you up fair and square, kid. Time to pay the toll.' He ripped open his fly, freeing the beast: a veiny, uncut colossus, purple head oozing precum, balls heavy and low like pendulums. The stench hit Alex—musky, rank from days without washing, foreskin packed with smegma. 'No, please—I'm not gay!' Alex begged, tears springing up as Rex spat on his hand, smearing it roughly between the boy's cheeks. His virgin hole clenched in terror, pink and untouched. Rex ignored the pleas, lining up the fat cockhead and shoving forward. The ring resisted, then tore with a wet pop, Alex's scream ripping through the cabin as inches invaded his guts. 'Fuuuck, tight as a nun,' Rex groaned, hips snapping to bury half his length. Blood trickled immediately, the dry friction shredding delicate tissues. Alex clawed at the mattress, body arching in agony, but Rex pinned his wrists above his head with one massive paw, the other fisting his hair to yank his face up. 'Scream all you want—ain't nobody hearin' out here.' He thrust deeper, the full girth stretching Alex impossibly wide, balls slapping against the boy's taint with each brutal pump. The hobo's sweat dripped onto Alex's back, mixing with the blood seeping from his ruined entrance. Rex fucked like an animal, grunting with effort, his beard scraping the kid's neck as he bit down hard, drawing coppery beads. Alex's insides burned, feeling like they were splitting—prostate mashed, rectum ballooning around the invasion. Rex flipped him onto his back midway, folding Alex's legs to his chest, exposing the obscene sight: his hole gaping around the pistoning shaft, frothy red lube coating the veiny length. 'Look at that pussy open up,' Rex taunted, slamming home to hilt, cockhead battering Alex's depths. The boy sobbed, cock flopping limp on his belly, untouched and shriveled from pain. Rex leaned in, forcing a sloppy kiss, tongue shoving into Alex's mouth, tasting of beer and decay. Pace quickening, Rex's balls tightened, the giant cock swelling thicker. 'Gonna fill you, boy. Breed that cherry hole.' Alex shook his head wildly. 'No—pull out! Condom!' But Rex just laughed, choking him lightly with one hand, the other pinching his nipples raw. With a bellow, he erupted—hot jets of cum blasting deep, flooding Alex's bowels. Rope after rope, the load voluminous, some backflowing out around the seal, mixing with blood into a creamy pink mess. Rex kept pumping through his orgasm, churning the seed until it frothed. 'That's my gift to ya,' he panted, pulling out with a suction pop. Alex's hole winked open, a cavern leaking steadily—cum bubbling out, tinged red. But Rex wasn't done. He straddled the boy's chest, the spent cock—still semi-hard and slick—hovering over his face. 'Clean it.' When Alex turned away, Rex slapped him hard, then forced the head past his lips, gagging him on the bitter cocktail of ass, blood, and semen. Alex retched, but Rex face-fucked him shallowly, wiping the mess on his tongue. 'Good boy. Now, about that pozzin'—I'm HIV positive, kid. Been fuckin' raw for years. You just got a nice, fresh dose pumpin' through your veins.' Alex's eyes widened in horror, choking on the words, but Rex just grinned, stroking himself back to full mast. 'Don't worry, you'll learn to love it. Round two starts now.' He flipped Alex onto his stomach again, mounting him without pause. The second rape was rougher, the cum-lubed hole yielding easier but still tearing afresh with the renewed assault. Rex hammered relentlessly, balls smacking wetly, his weight crushing Alex into the mattress. The boy whimpered, body going limp from shock, feeling the hot load sloshing inside as Rex added more—another creampie, sealing the infection deeper. Hours passed in the dim cabin, Rex using every position: bending Alex over the rickety table, legs spread wide as he reamed from behind; hoisting him against the wall, impaling him mid-air while biting his shoulders bloody; even sitting on the mattress, bouncing the limp boy on his lap like a ragdoll, gravity forcing the cock deeper with each drop. Cum leaked in rivers down Alex's thighs, his hole swollen and prolapsed slightly, a red, puffy ring everted from the abuse. By dawn, Rex had unloaded four times, each spurt a viral payload. Alex lay curled on the floor, shivering, his ass a throbbing ruin—bruised purple, leaking endlessly, abdomen cramping from the invasion. Rex zipped up, tossing a stained blanket over him. 'You can crash here till you sober up. But you're mine now, kid. Drive me wherever after.' Alex sobbed quietly, the weight of violation and infection sinking in, his naive world shattered in one brutal night.

Yesterday I made a trip to Brown Bag Video in Ottawa Illinois. I have only been there one other time and my expectations were not high but I thought I would give it a shot. You pay a clerk the 10 dollar fee and go back to the cinema/lounge where they have about 20 nice sized booths playing preselected videos. Most are not very good. I’m not a big porn consumer but I really don’t like production porn where the men are using condoms. It’s not representative of the sex I have. Anyway.. I walked around the very dark hallways looking in the open rooms to only see a few men standing or sitting on the benches watching the videos. I went into a booth and within a minute an older man with a belly came in to my room and closed the door behind him. I stood up and he grabbed my crotch through my pants and started to unbutton his. He kissed me with a lot of tongue and started pulling down my pants. He turned me around and bent me over. I really like it when a man is Dom so I did as the daddy wanted. He started to eat my pussy with a skill level that let me know it was definitely not his first. After a few minutes he stood me back up and turned me around and told me to suck him. His cock was nice. It was fat and about 7.5 or 8” long. As a seasoned bottom I sucked his cock good and he kept telling me what a good boy I was and to keep doing my job. After several more minutes he stood me up and kissed me again for a few minutes and turned me back around to eat my pussy again. He then asked if I wanted his load and I shook my head yes. He said where do you want daddy’s load and I just spread my cheeks open. He said good boy again and slid his cock in me. He started to piston me slow while telling me how good my cunt felt. I just kept moaning and thanking him. He kept saying what a good boy I was to just be there to take all loads for daddy’s. I said yes sir. He then asked me one more time, where I wanted his load. I said deep in my pussy sir. He did I was a good boy again and said I was going to get it. He then bred me deep. When he seemed to be done I turned around and sucked him clean. He said I was a good boy again and left. This was the first of a few I took yesterday.

Chapter 9 (and final) —— Josh —— Did I really just flood my little brother's butt full of toxic cum?!?!? He looked so hot riding my cock and his hole felt so tight and warm around my cock that I couldn’t of stopped myself. It wasn’t a small load either. I put one of the biggest poz loads of my life balls deep in his second hole. It be a miracle if I hadn’t just knock up Sammy! My cock twitched at the idea as we laid next to each other catching our breaths. The sweat thick on both of us. One of his last neg load all across my abs and chest. “Well that was super hot and a great surprise but there may be a few things we have to talk about.” I said, ready to get the awkward conversation out of the way. “Yea, that was intense, it was the best fuck of my life!” Sammy answered looking up at me with a big goofy smile. “What do you want to talk about? How soon we can go again? How often we can do it?” He was giggling as he asked his questions. His smile morphing into a mischievous one I had seen on many cock hungry boys. I also noticed his cock against my leg was now half hard where it had been soft seconds ago. “Woah there cowboy, its not time to mount up again. I need to mention something that might be a little startling to you.” I said as he moved his hand to my cock. I took his hand in mine to keep him from working my cock before we talked. “Okay, so I maybe should have told you this earlier but I am HIV positive and I haven’t been on antiviral medicine in a while. Well, truthfully, I never started them.” I told him looking into his eyes not knowing what to expect. “Oh, well umm I am not sure what to say to that. I mean I am negative or I was as of a few months ago when I tested last. I never got around to getting on Prep or anything.” Sam didn’t look upset or anything. He wasn’t smiling anymore instead his face was fixed into one of thought and concentration. It seemed like he was trying to figure something out. I stayed silent waiting to see what he was going to say. “I know that sounds bad that I was fucking raw and not on prep but I just wasn’t really worried about it. I mean I always fuck with regulars or friends of regulars. Plus, I tend to top more than bottom.” He finally said. “I understand that. I know serval guys like that. I was a bit of a chaser truthfully. I mostly top too, but I heard about a guy that pozzed up my friend. The guy had lied and told my friend that he was negative so he could stealth poz him. I decided to let the guy do the same to me. I been gifting guys since.” I briefly explained. “Ok, so chasing is guys that want HIV and gifting is giving HIV to someone that wants it. Stealthing is giving it to someone without them knowing. Do I have that right?” “Yea, in a nutshell that’s it.” I replied relieved at how he was handling it. Then he surprised me. “Have you ever stealth anyone? Wait, you didn’t tell Fernando before you bred him did you?” He was getting excited and his cock was starting to rally after it had deflated as we were talking. “Yea, I put my poz seed in his hole and he has no clue it was toxic. He wasn’t the first and won’t be the last I am sure.” I replied. Sam moved back to straddle my hips as he leaned down and put his lips to mine. We started to make out as he moved his hand to my nipple so he could play with it. I got rock hard instantly and as we made out he lowered his hole onto my cock slowly inching my dick into his used hole. My cum worked as lube to ease my now diamond hard poz cock into his sweet neg hole. My dick began working the charged cum from earlier deeper into Sam all while adding more dirty precum in his hole. He moaned into my mouth as our tongues tangled together. He started to ride my cock harder and faster. I moved my hips so that my up stroke meet his downward motion. He broke our kiss and leaned back as he looked me in my eyes. There was so much desire there that it almost made me cum instantly. “I want you to infect my negative hole big brother!! I want to poz other men with you!! I want us to be pigs together and share our secret pozzings!!” Me practically cried to me. I came within seconds of him completing his last sentence. I flooded his negative hole with another huge load. He was for sure going to get my strain and become my poz son! As I was unloading in him Sam started to stroke his big fat uncut cock. I stopped him and picked us up flipping us around so he was now on his back on the bed. I reached over and grabbed lube from the night stand drawer. I sat back and squirted a glob in my hand and worked it over Sam’s monster cock. I then refilled my hand and reached behind me to lube my hole. I kept eye contact with Sammy as I applied the lube. I didn’t break eye contact either as I sat down on his big fat uncut dick. Going slowly as I started taking him in. His size was a lot to get use to but it felt right. Once I had it all the way in, I started to slowly ride him. Picking up speed as my hole stretched open. I wanted him to load me deep with what would be his last negative load. That is exactly what I told him as I was riding his dick. Up and down, faster and faster I rode as we talked dirty till finally Sam’s face scrunched up and I felt him fill my ass full of his seed. I was in heaven. I collapsed on him and rest on his chest as his cock softened and slide form my hole. I knew I’d want to feel him in me again and soon. We rested for a bit before moving to the shower where my little bro convinced me to put a third toxic load deep in him. This was going to be so much fun. Very soon he’d be my poz son and we’d be tagging and stealth pozzing negative ass all over the city!! ——————— I hope you all enjoyed the story. I feel like this is a good stopping point, at least for this part of the story. I may revisit again with a fresh chain/story in the future. Only time will tell. Thank you all for you positive feedback. I really have enjoyed reading all the comments and seeing all the reactions. Uncut

Hooked up with a Filipino buddy that before I moved into San Francisco, I used to call my pre-loader. Doesn’t have a huge dick, but lots of stamina and is very verbal about how much he likes to fuck me and how good my hole is. He is always eager to hook up and load my hole. So before sex parties in SF, I would have him come over and give me my first load so I would have a fresh load in me when I arrived at the party. He now lives in Berkeley and I moved into San Francisco. So on Sunday, I decided to use him as my pre-loader again. He always comes quickly complaining that my hole is just too good for him to keep control. I scheduled a 6 PM hook up, thinking that I could head over to the aquatic park in Berkeley to check out the action. I haven’t been there for years. I don’t know if it was the hot weather but boy was it a good night with lots of men milling around. As soon as I got out of the car, I have this young African-American guy wearing a baklava, approached me and ask how I was doing while grabbing my ass after you grabbed it the second time I grabbed his already hard dick and we soon headed over to a park bench. Although it was dark, it was still a completely wide open spot so I became a public whore and rode him for over an hour. He had stamina and fucked me in every single position on that hard bench. He fucked me, bent over, one leg in the air, knees on the bench holding onto the back, and I rode him while he was sitting down. He wanted to make sure that that long slender 9 inch cock went deep inside of me. Occasionally, he’d pull out and ask me to suck his dick for a while or sometimes ask me to kiss and suck his neck. Men came and watched us, and I was kind of hoping that he would whore me out to others, but he seemed solely focused on me. Several guys whipped out their cocks while watching us, but no one approached. There was one shorter stocky guy that I was thinking might be homeless because he looked rather dirty and disheveled and had that deep sunburnt look that sometimes the homeless have. Unfortunately, I was unable to get the black guys load. He kept on asking people that approached us for poppers so maybe he needed that in order to cum. I was definitely disappointed after a good hour and a half but I decided to move on to get more loads. I checked out action in another area of the park. There was a white stocky muscular guy, fucking a bear cub, who was holding onto a tree for dear life. The top had a nice aggressiveness and rhythm to him, and I was definitely curious to feel him in my hole. As I edged closer, he started to grab my assand finger my used hole. He made sounds like he was coming in the cub so I actually thought he was finished, but when he pulled out, he turned me around and fucked me hard for about 15 minutes with his thick meaty cock. I moaned like a bitch in heat. When he pulled out, the cub jumped on me and proceeded to fuck his load in me. There were lots of men watching all of this action, and after the club was finished, I went over to where a few guys were stroking their dicks. There was a husky black guy with glasses who had a thick tapered cock that I chose to swallow first. After some deep throat head, I turned around and pushed onto his cock. Another fuck for 10 to 15 minutes. When he was done, I stood around in my jockstrap for a few minutes before the white guy that I thought was homeless pushed me over and started fucking me. He was like a jackrabbit fucking hard and fast with his 6 inch cock. He came quickly and then immediately pulled up his shorts and left. I walked around a bit, but things seem to be slowing down. The white guy with a great cock and rhythm was fucking yet another bottom. I was tempted to stay and see if I could get him to fuck me again, but I decided to head back into the city and check out Buena Vista Park. With the weather being warm, it seems like all the men were out, and that park was crowded as well! Within a few minutes of my arrival in the cruising area, there was a young skinny Latino top who pulled out his dick. I sucked on it for a while, but he wanted more privacy, so we went up to a quieter area. He was already rock hard when I had started to suck him and remained hard and ready to fuck so after a few minutes, I turned around and presented my ass. It took us a few minutes to find a good position because he had a wicked downward curve until he finally bent me over a railing. Because of this curve and the fact that I was taller than him, he slipped out a few times, but then immediately shoved back in and fucked like a young men who watch porn do; vigorously with the soul desire to cum. After he shot his load in me, he tucked away and said thank you. I had a few other fucks there. It was starting to slow down because it was already 11 o’clock at night. A muscular white dude went between me and another bottom for a while and then a very sexy bearded black guy fucked me for a while as well. Unfortunately, both were samplers and were trying out the bottoms that were there so I didn’t get any more loads for the night. Felt great to be used as a whore in a public park. My preloader

Man, I took a great dick yesterday from a buddy I havent seen in six years because he joined the military. Cowboy type....when he came over and mounted me, he said do ya remember me bro...we fucked and then i remembered, wow the military turned this guy into a dynamo stud....he nailed me good and wants to come back for my ass to breed again!

I recently found a video of an anon fuck in South America many years ago. I had placed an ad don't remember where, and one of the guys who showed up was a very horny Spanish guy (from Spain) who gave me a good fuck. He fucked me in different positions until he starts telling me to ask him for his load "Pideme la leche" (Ask me for my cum) and shoots deep inside. Then he just left. The next morning I had to go to the bank and was lining up waiting for a cashier. When my turn came up, I walked to to both and the attendant was the top from the day before. It was unreal to see the guy who the day before gave me a load at the bank.

Thought I would share the first time I ever did poppers, it was only my second or third time at a local bathhouse, and the first two times I had been drinking so I barely remembered it. This is from a few years ago. I had just turned 21. I am a twink type, white, slim, brown hair, blue eyes. I am also very short around 5'5. I was really nervous to be going to the bathhouse and got a room. I stayed in the room for over an hour until I worked up the courage to go out. Lots of eye contact as I walked up and down the halls, but I was still very nervous. I went to one of the public rooms; a couple of guys were fooling around, and I stood at the far end against a wall. One man who looked to be in his early 40s came up to me and stood next to me against the wall. He kept looking over, and so did I. He eventually turned to me and said, "Come to my room." I was horny from watching in the room, so I did. I walked in and he immediately started kissing me, taking off our towels. I started kissing back. He got me down on the bathhouse bed, lights dimmed, and we were making out. He asked me if I fuck bare and I panicked and mumbled something like, "I don't think so." He started kissing me more. He was on top when he pulled out some poppers. He put them to my nostril and told me to breathe. I did, not knowing what they were, and I have never felt anything so intense. He held them there for a few more breaths on each side, and then I was flying. I started sucking his dick. It was amazing. He pulled me back up and told me to turn around and started eating my ass and I was moaning like crazy. He then came back up and fed me more poppers from behind. He held them there extra long and I felt extra fucked up. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew I felt on cloud 9. Next thing I knew, he was fucking me. I was ass up as he was fucking my hole and I was letting him. I didn't care if it was bare or not. He fucked me like that for a while, and suddenly I felt the bottle at my nostril again, except he was still fucking me from behind, so I remember wondering how. I took some more hits and a cock went into my mouth from whoever just gave me some. I started sucking this cock too, eventually seeing that he had opened the door and there were more guys in the room now. He ended up breeding my ass, and the guy in my mouth turned me around and started fucking me next. The first guy ended up being my daddy that night, letting these men use me — he did a few more times too — as he kept me pretty fucked up. It was one of the best nights I've ever had at a bathhouse.

I was just on sniffies and saw a group aren’t that is happening tomorrow. The bottom hosting wants all loads and says NEG only. I looked at the guest list and know that at least two of the men are Poz. The point is that you can’t believe anything a man says if he wants pussy.

Chapter 17 - The First Encounter Jordyn kicked and struggled as he was carried into the room. The men around him only responded with laughter, their grip on his arms and legs did not loosen. In a thousand years there was no chance that the weak delicate boy could ever escape from them. Their movement forward halted and the door behind them was closed. Automatic cameras moved and focused to capture every element of the spectacle. "Now," said the men's leader. Jordyn squealed in fear as he was thrown forward to land on the filthy mattress, the vocalization of his panic only halted by the impact forcing the air out of his lungs. Two men moved forward and before he could recover his arms had been painfully pulled behind his back and a zip-tie used to fasten his hands together. He struggled to his knees and looked up at the men around him. They were stripping off their shirts and pants, exposing their dark-skinned physiques. Muscular arms and powerful thighs, bodies honed in the gym so that out on the street everyone knew not to mess with them. If you fooled with men like these then you got fucked up. Soon the men around Jordyn had stripped save for their shorts. Near-nakedness normally suggested some sense of vulnerability but these men only radiated masculine power. Their leader reached for Jordyn and grabbed his top hauling him to his feet, laughing as he heard the material start to give way. Jordyn looked into the man's face. There was none of the lust or anger or cruelty he had expected. Instead, he realised, this was simply an amusement for these men, a game. They would trash him not because they thought he deserved it but simply because they enjoyed doing it. "Dumb little fag," said the leader and he smiled even as he slapped Jordyn hard on the face. Then he grabbed the helpless femboy and shoved him across the circle of laughing, leering, men that had formed around him. New strong hands seized Jordyn and again there was the sound of ripping material. The short sleeve of his top gave way and it hung there as another man delivered a hard slap to his butt. Jordyn yelped and winced, shying away from the blow and straight into another man's hand which tore at his skirt. "No ... please ..." Jordyn whimpered as he was thrown from man to man, each time feeling the men rip at his clothing and each time receiving a hard slap somewhere on his body. The only response was more laughter, more verbal and physical abuse. There was a cheer as his skirt ripped and gave way, exposing fully his butt and his thong. Hands reached to grope and to slap, eyes sparkled as their blows marked his pale skin with red patches and finger marks. The young man was dizzy and bewildered, losing his own spatial awareness as he was hurled from side to side like a leaf captured and toyed with by a whirlwind. A hand slapped his side and he felt the man's nails scrape across his skin. The last threads holding his top together gave way and only exposed more of his vulnerable skin to slaps and pinches as the men laughed and jeered. Jordyn could only desperately try to keep his feet in his heels. A fall could break his ankle but he already knew that he wouldn't be allowed to fall. When he lost his balance men grabbed him and hauled him up to continue his disorientation and humiliation. The laughter became much louder and far more derisory when his thong fell apart and exposed his tight little cage. The flat metal surface with a pair of exposed pink balls hanging beneath only encouraged the groping, questing, hands of the men. Fingers flicked at Jordyn's testicles and the men enjoyed his little squeals of discomfort. The femboy was naked now, save for his torn leggings and his heels. Finally, a man shoved him hard and straight back across the circle to the leader. "Oh God," gasped Jordyn, his head dizzy and his body smarting from the many slaps and pinches and flicks. "Ain't you been to College," sneered the leader, "He ain't interested in little fags like you. Time you met your new Gods." He clicked his fingers and despite all of his confusion Jordyn's training meant that he still recognized the signal. He dropped to his knees and around him the men were stepping out of their shorts and putting them aside, big dark cocks standing proud. A hand grasped Jordyn's hair and pulled his head to one side, so that eight inches of hard dark meat probed at his face. He knew what he was here for, he knew what to do. Jordyn opened his mouth and took the cock inside. Felt and tasted the warmth and power of the man's shaft. Another man kneeled behind Jordyn and undid the bond on his hands. Something struck against the side of the femboy's face and he instinctively reached up to take hold of another Big Black Cock. Then the same happened to his left. Three cocks! He was servicing three cocks! Jacking off two and sucking the third. Excitement started to replace the confusion in his brain. These men were so big and powerful and masculine, so worthy of his worship and service. He wanted to be like this for ever. However, there were more than three men there. A couple were stroking their long hard cocks while looking at him. The leader had his arms folded and just watched, his big cock standing up straight against the firm muscles of his tattooed belly. Two more men were hitting at Jordyn's face with their cocks, seeking his attention, while a third wrapped his cock in Jordyn's hair and began to wank himself. The man behind Jordyn dropped down and began to remove the boy's heels and leggings, Once the femboy's smooth pale feet were bare the man wrapped then around his hard cock and began to thrust between them. Every part of him was being used for the pleasure of the men's cocks except, of course, his hole. Jordyn didn't need that fact explaining to him. The leader still stood aside and still just watched. To the leader would go the spoils, to him would go the privilege of taking Jordyn's cherry. He iooked up into the leader's face. The shaved head, the short trimmed beard and the eyes that were so utterly remorseless. It wasn't going to be gentle... Then the young faggot's attention was turned to more immediate matters as the man in his mouth grasped the sides of Jordyn's head and began to fuck his mouth like an pussy. His hard cock filling Jordyn's mouth and shutting off his air holes. Another man grasped Jordyn's nose and held it shut. The men laughed as the femboy choked and gagged and spat out long streams of saliva. Men collected that saliva and spread it on their dicks as they repeated the process again and again. Pounding Jordyn's throat until the inevitable happened. "Fuck yeah!" Strong hands held Jordyn in place as the cock in his mouth shot its load. "Don't lose a fucking drop faggot - swallow that shit all the way down." He'd sucked one cock before, swallowed one load, not much experience but invaluable at this moment. He fought his gag reflex and took the sperm down into his belly. Looked into the man's eyes as he showed his empty mouth off proudly after the man had withdrawn his cock and stepped back. The pause was momentary, no sort of a rest. Then he was grabbed and another big Black cock presented to his mouth. Jordyn knew his place and sucked that cock, began to express himself a little, was rewarded when that second man came fast. Another heavy load of potent cum swallowed down into the boy's belly. Once more, the smile and the display of an empty mouth before eager hands reached out and the scenario was repeated again and again and again. Eight loads swallowed, eight men's cocks and balls worshipped until they delivered their load. The ninth man preferred to keep using Jordyn's feet until cum spurted onto the faggy young man's delicate pale skin. Which left only the leader. His men had stepped back now, were retrieving their clothing. It was just Jordyn and him and the femboy knew what that meant. The man stepped forward and a strong dark hand grabbed Jordyn by the scruff of his neck. He hauled the femboy over to the battered old leather sofa with seemingly effortless ease. Jordyn didn't try to resist. There was no point and besides - he knew that he wanted this. His whole life had been building up to this. A shove in his back and Jordyn sprawled over the back of the sofa. When he looked up he saw he was looking straight into the blank, dark, lens of one of the cameras. "What's your name boy?" The leader's voice was low but undeniable. "Jordyn Myers sir." "What are you?" Jordyn knew the answer. Not just the answer they wanted to hear but also the undeniable, glorious, truth. "I'm a dirty little femboi slut sir. A fuck-hole for men to use and ruin." "How many men have fucked that hole of yours faggot?" "None sir - you are the first sir." "You want us to let you go?" "No sir - I want you to fuck me, I want you to fill my boi pussy with poz com just like my stomach is full of poz cum." "You ain't worried about that, you still want to be a little cumslut faggot." "Yes sir - it's what I was born for sir." "Say hello to your parents - tell them who you are are." There was a surge of adrenaline and excitement through the whole of Jordyn's being. He concentrated on finding just the right words. "Hi Mom and Dad - I'm a filthy little cumdump slut and..." The words died in his throat and he gasped as he felt a probing presence at his hole. He knew how it had felt when Jerome had fingered him and he knew how it had felt when Spice had licked him. This was different and he knew why. This wasn't a finger or a tongue. He had prepped himself carefully and he had taken toys back there but this was different. "Relax you dumb slut," the words were snarled into his ear, "stay tight like that and I'll tear you apart." Someone found a little bottle and held it under Jordyn's nose. He remembered that time with Jerome and he inhaled deeply twice. He felt that same rush and then the pressure on his hole eased. Or rather it changed. From probing at his entrance now the stretching almost burning sensation was inside him. He gasped again. "He's fucking me Mom and Dad - he's fucking my boi pussy." Jordyn looked straight into that unblinking camera lens and imagined his parents watching this. "I was made for this - to be a slut, to be a whore, to be a fucktoy for poz men - to be who I really am, to be BoiFagBarbie." He only wished he could see their reactions, see them finally understand. "Dirty little fucking slut," grunted the leader as he began to move in and out of the delicious femboy. "Well Mom and Dad your boy has got a nice tight little hole. By the end of tonight it'll be loose and ruined but for now its premium fag hole." It was fortunate for the little femboi that his hole felt so good. A man wanted to savour a boi pussy as fine and tight as this one. So the man took it slow at first. Jordyn gasped and sobbed as he felt the man's hard cock inside him. Each measured thrust opened up a little more of him, claiming a little more of the boy's body and soul. Jordyn had trained his hole with toys but that had been so different. The skin-on-skin contact made a connection with this man, the first man to fuck him, even though Jordyn didn't even know his name. "Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck me." Jordyn moaned into the camera, his pleas rewarded with a rising rhythmn of thrusts that the leader was laying down. Obscene encouragement came from the man's friends as those who were interested stayed on to watch the show. It had felt so bruising and full to start with but as he relaxed himself into the experience Jordyn began to feel the joy of his submission. Giving himself to a real man for the first time. Experiencing the pleasure of being filled by warm pulsing flesh and blood instead of an inanimate toy. He began to respond to the thrusts, pushing back and trying to squeeze the cock as it pulled back after each thrust. The leader's hand landed on Jordyn's butt cheek with a satisfying crack. "Fucking little whore," the man grunted, "trying to milk my seed. Chasing my fucking bug." "YEESSSS," screamed Jordyn, "fucking breed me, fill me up." "Don't worry bitch - you'll be getting it. But I'm gonna enjoy this pussy first and you're gonna take all of me. Just like a fucking whore should." Jordyn felt the man's grip on his hips tighten, felt that Big Black Cock plunge into his tender hole with renewed strength and power. The pain was still there but he understand that it was a necessary part of his submission. With each thrust his satisfaction seemed to swallow up that pain - not to remove it but to accept it as part of the experience. Jordyn felt drips of moisture on his back as the man began to sweat. The leader had meant to play it relaxed but he found that the hole he was fucking was just too good. Tight and warm but welcoming too - ready to be fucked and filled. He'd like to take it home and keep it but he knew what he said had been true. This sweet little boi pussy wouldn't be the same after tonight. He just had to relish the fact he was the first to fuck it and he'd be the first to nut deep in it. He'd always loved nutting in a faggy little cracka. The anticpated pleasure of the concept was its own consummation. The man jammed his cock home with one last viciously deep thrust and he gifted the slut his whole load, strong pulses of rich seed planted just as deep as he could. "He - came in me - Mom and Dad - he put his - seed deep - in my little - boi pussy." Jordyn panted out the words between deep breaths, as he sucked oxygen back into his lungs. The man wiped his cock clean on the boy's beautifully rounded butt cheek. He gave it one last harsh slap and enjoyed the pink outlines of his fingers appearing on the soft pale flesh. "Hey slut," he said, "look back here." Jordyn obeyed and saw the man pointing at the tattoos above his cock. A positive symbol and the biohazard tattoo that Jordyn now knew so well. "What does this ink mean faggot?" Jordyn turned back to the camera "Well Mom and Dad it means the man who just filled me up with his beautiful cum is HIV positive and that means soon I will be too." The leader laughed as he collected his clothes and got ready to follow his men out of the room. He left with just a few words for Jordyn as the young man remained bent over the sofa, taking in all that had just happened. "Fuck but you are one dumb little faggot." ***

So after nearly two decades of raw sex I tested positive. Beyond the mental reckoning and recalibration I came out of this in a better place. Fear and worry were replaced with freedom. I am on meds and responding well. But….i needed fucked. With zero fear I got a motel room, taped the door latch and posted on socials. Blindfolded myself, sniffed poppers and took loads for five hours straight. There were obviously downtimes when I was between cocks, but I just kept working for more and more. The freedom of it was insane. I don’t recall any monster cocks, just a lot of cocks. I had 23 tally marks on my ass when I was done. I can’t wait to do it again.

Chapter 14 - Preparations and Expectations Jerome thought back to that morning. He had looked into the mirror and seen the slight changes. Were his cheeks just a little more sunken, did his eyes have a little more of a glitter to them? Changes that hadn't been there a few years ago. Part of it was just the passage of time but there was something else beneath that. Not that he was complaining. A lot of the men who had experienced conversion around the time he had were long gone. Some because treatment had come too late, some because they had rejected it. For a certain type of man feeling the presence of the virus in his bloodstream was powerful - for a few of them unchaining that power was ultimately irresistible and then addictive. Jerome knew some things about addiction and its dangers. It had been his career. Supply and demand. This was just another facet of that life. You sought the rewards and you enjoyed the results but there would be casualties - that was undeniably part of the deal. Such things got simpler as time passed. When you understood it was just some people's destiny. PrEP made it all so much easier. It was part of the landscape and everyone understood it. Even the little faggot he had just interviewed. He might play the dumb little slut but he knew. Now if you were offering your unprotected neg hole up to Poz cock then it was for only one reason. Because you were a chaser. Because you understood that was YOUR destiny. It made the role of a man like Jerome much easier - knowing the little femboy slut was just getting what he was always fated to end up getting. Fucked up and fucked up for real. There were a few men who delayed going on medication but Jerome dealt mainly with men of experience and they were in a different category. To be ready for the event they needed some notice. Which was why he had a training program for his young faggots. Mentally and physically preparing them for what was to come. Giving his men the time required. Pills had to be ditched, the ART safeguard removed from their system, the Viral Rebound given time to occur. At this moment he knew there were some men out there recovering from the 'fuck flu'. Jerome himself had been lucky enough to only ever have the mildest symptoms after that first time. Just enough to let him know his body was preparing itself for its mission. Experiencing the acute re-infection, carrying a potent Heavy Viral Load in his blood, experiencing that life-changing power. Addictive was the word for it and like most addictions it carried consequences, potentially dire consequences. Each time you went off the treatment you risked it losing its effectiveness. That potent aspect of yourself becoming dominant, resistant, not taking no for an answer. It was a risk that logically no man should take - but for some men temptation overcame such things. He never encouraged men to start dumping their meds but when men had done it and then came to him, well, just like the little neg sluts there came a point when a person was responsible for their own decisions Every man he had invited would have taken that risk. They'd come off their meds or maybe had never been on them. It was why he didn't let wannabe faggots like young Jordyn back out beyond a certain point. These men had earned their entertainment. They were dedicated breeders - men devoted to their craft, their passion. He would not allow them to be disappointed. It surely wasn't Jerome's first time to the dance. He had lost count of the times he had come off his meds to breed a cute little fucker like Jordyn. Maybe that was why the older man could accept what he had seen in the mirror so readily. His cheek-bones surely were just that little bit more pronounced. Any middle-aged flab he had once carried was gone and now he was starting to maybe lose some muscle. Either the on-off meds had left his system weakened or just maybe his strain had grown more potent and powerful. The result would be the same either way - but fuck it he had been living on house money for thirty years at least. He had no complaints and he still had some time left - there'd still be holes to breed, chasers to introduce to his own personal strain of the bug. The men that counted would all be getting their tests now so they could show proof they had earned their place at the Breaking In Party. A few recent converts but most would be dedicated veteran breeders. Some, like himself, who had maybe gambled with their health a time or two too many. The pics of young Jordyn had drawn a lot of eyeballs and the video he had just shot would ensure a good turn-out. Maybe even those fifty Poz cocks Jordyn had fantasized about for so long. If that did happen the numbers wouldn't really matter. Young Jordyn would be out of it long before it ended, in no shape to count. As for potent Poz nut there'd be no shortage in any case. As he packed away his cameras Jerome felt his cock harden in his pants. He'd been around a long time but he hadn't seen many young faggots finer than Jordyn. The knowledge he was going to breed that cute little hole made it all seem worthwhile. *** "So Clyde what are you thinking?" The unkempt store owner smiled his crooked smile at Jerome. "Hard to be sure - without seeing what's on offer." Jerome understood. "You heard him faggot - strip for the man!" Jordyn had only just put his jeans back on but he knew his place. He carefully removed each item of his clothing trying, and failing, to not notice the hungry stare of the creepy tattoo artist. Soon he was naked and standing in front of his Owner and his Owner's friend. "Isn't he quite something!" That was Clyde, who was almost dribbling at the sight of Jordyn's young flesh. "That skin is just perfect. I could really enjoy myself with this one." He moved closer to Jordyn so that the young femboy could feel the hot excited breath on his body. "So - now you've inspected the merchandise - what do you reckon?" That was Jerome's low, even, voice again. Jordyn knew his Owner was watching his reactions. Jerome had promised him a lot of men but he knew most were more likely to be like Clyde than any sort of a male model. He shivered a little at the prospect, though the store was cool enough to maybe use that as an excuse. It took a moment for him to understand as he watched Clyde run his fingers over the flesh he seemed captivated by. Men like this appreciated beauty in a femboy, especially a femboy who gave himself to them without hesitation or equivocation. Men like Clyde would understand what he needed and would take great pleasure in giving him just that. "When is this little faggot's big night?" Clyde's eyes traced his fingers' passage over the younger man's perfectly flat belly. "Real soon," said Jerome and the words sent a huge surge of excitement and fear through Jordyn's body. Clyde clicked his tongue in disapproval. "No piercings just now then - we wouldn't want this little honey to get any unwanted infections." He paused a moment and then, as if he only then realized what he had said, gave a laugh that Jerome echoed. "If you understand what I'm saying. Still we can play with some temporary jewellery for the moment." He moved to a drawer and opened it to find some small items. "Hold still boy," he said as he reached up to each of the young man's ears. There was a little pain in each lobe but not too much. "Check yourself out," advised Clyde pointing at a mirror. Jordyn did so and saw the ear-rings attached to each of his lobes. Hoops with sparkling letters around the circumference. 'F - E - M - B - O - Y'. He couldn't help gasping a little at the sight. They were so blatant - so revealing of a fact he had kept hidden so long. "It's been a secret for way too long hasn't it Jordyn," said Clyde as he looked into the mirror from behind the femboy. "I know. That's why your coming out has to be such a special occasion. You can unclip these ones but soon I'll pierce you properly and you can wear them forever. The same as these." The tattoo artists hands found Jordyn's naked nips. Watching himself in the mirror Clyde skilfully applied another item to each. This time Jordyn had to wince, there was some real pain from just how tightly the clips clamped his erect nipples. Clyde removed his hands so the young man could see his new adornments properly. Each of the nipple clamps carried an enamelled symbol which Jordyn knew well. The biohazard symbol. He again felt that rush of half-excitement, half-fear, the rush that he had come to crave so much. "They look perfect on you," Clyde almost crooned into Jordyn's ear, "like you were made for them. But you haven't earned them yet. When you have I'll make them permanent too. OK?" "OK," responded Jordyn as he saw the man unclip the nipple clamps and felt that same little stab of pain from each as the blood returned. "I mean - yes please sir." "It won't be long," smiled Clyde. His hand dropped to give the gentlest of touches to the cage that trapped Jordyn's little dicklet. "I like this. Is it true what they say - the smaller the cage the bigger the slut?" "Guess we'll find out soon enough." That was Jerome from where he watched on the other side of the small store. "Any ideas for ink?" "Oh - I got plenty," laughed Clyde. "Lie on the couch there boy - on your front." His Owner was watching and Jordyn knew the rules. An instruction from his Owner's friends was to be obeyed just as certainly as one from Jerome himself. Despite the fun and games during his interview he knew his true role was one of submission to real men. Clyde went and fetched another object and Jordyn felt the cool of liquid on the small of his back. Its focus gently moved and the young man understood. Clyde was writing something on his skin. "Something kinda like that?" Clyde wasn't asking the question of Jordyn. There was a dry chuckle from Jerome. "Seems about right." "Hold it there." A hand on Jordyn's body kept him in place until the artist was finished and was sure the ink was dry. Only then did he order the younger man to turn over. On his back Jordyn could watch Clyde as he drew on the pale flat skin just above Jordyn's caged dicklet. He was using a marker pen - the ink a blunt black against the fair skin. It took a while to understand what Clyde was writing and then it was too late to object. 'FEMBOY CUMDUMP NEG 4 POZ.' Jerome nodded and then quietly made a suggestion to Clyde who added another two lines. 'BOIFAGBARBIE RUIN ME' Again Jordyn felt that combination of intense excitement and nerve-shattering fear. What if someone saw that? "How long will it last?" Jerome's question matched the one rushing through Jordyn's half-panicked mind. "They call it permanent but maybe only two or three weeks. You know how to get the job done really permanent. Should have come to me earlier." "That's time enough for the party," said Jerome, "don't worry I'll be bringing him back afterwards. You can ink him properly then." Jordyn bit down the panic surging inside him - determined not to let down his Owner by showing hesitation or weakness. It was difficult - the fantasy had become so real now and so imminent. "You can get up," said Clyde and then he watched the younger man with a laconic smile as Jordyn tried to see his back in the mirror, to read the obvious black words there. 'FRESH BOI PUSSY VIRGIN UNTIL BAREBACK ONLY POZ CUM ONLY.' The two men had been consulting and Clyde gently held Jordyn steady as he wrote in a date after 'VIRGIN UNTIL'. When Jordyn read it he saw it was a date only ten days away. Just ten days... He was lost in his thoughts and apprehensions and the fact the two men were talking again hardly even registered. "I been thinking..." Clyde was a little hesitant, his voice low. "You got an idea?" Jerome's deep voice also lowered a tone. Clyde moved to a draw and produced a metal object. "Damn," said Jerome. He kept the exclamation low but he needn't have bothered. Jordyn seemed in a world of his own - lost in anticipation of what was just ten days away. "Got me a new PA. Had it a little while," Clyde continued. "They call it the hole wrecker." "Must be fucking heavy - what's it feel like?" "I haven't had the chance to find out yet. Been waiting for the right opportunity." Clyde stroked his chin with its straggling grey beard. He purposefully looked across at Jordyn and then back to Jerome before raising an eyebrow interrogatively. "Well why not," said Jerome, "and in return you'll do your little party trick?" Clyde nodded and the two men shook on it while Jordyn continued in a world almost of his own. Looking into the mirror and reading again and again the words written onto the skin of his perfect little femboy body. Just like a modern Narcissus - just as lovely, just as captivated and just as doomed.

Kody was the cutest little twink you can picture. Wavy blonde hair with green eyes. He stood 5’ 9” with a total swimmer’s build. This white boy was a healthy shade of tan thanks to him being on the swim team. The tan was evenly throughout his entire body. He had only a slight tan line from his swim team speedo. He has a nice private backyard at home to sunbath in the nude to even his tan out when he was alone at home. Enter Mr. Spike. He was the school swim coach. He had 2 long years with Kody on his team and he thirsted over him every moment. He would not even let himself think on acting on his urges until he finally heard that the boy was turning 18 already. Kody was fully aware of Mr. Spike’s attraction and he was interested in the coach also. Mr. Spike was also a white man of swimmer’s build. He was former military so he still wore a crewcut, tight and neat. Black hair and dark brown eyes. He was a tall 6’ 0”. Kody had thirsted over Mr. Spike since he first laid eyes on him. The last day of school, Kody turned 18, he ran into the coach and was asked if he was doing anything special for his birthday. He responded that he had this family get together but that it was something rushed together because his mom and dad were going out of town the next morning for 2 weeks. This was the opening that Mr. Spike was waiting for. MS: Well if you don’t have any other plans on Friday night, I was looking for someone to come over to my place and help me make some choices. Some choices for the team. For next years’ team that is. I would really like your input if you have the time? Kody blushed and gave a little smirk. K: oh I’d love to go over and help you out. Any way I can. MS: Great then. I’ll write down my phone number and you can text me when you’re ready to come over. I’ll send over the address to my place. Kody took the number down in his phone and was off to home for his birthday festivities. The morning after, Kody said farewell to his parents as they drove off to the airport. They would be gone for 2 whole weeks. But all that Kody could think about was what he was going to wear over to Mr. Spike’s house later that day. Afternoon came and Kody texted his former teacher. The following message was a street address. Kody was nervous but committed to getting some teacher dick to suck on now that he was of age. He got dressed in his favorite underwear, a tee shirt and jeans that showed off his round ass. He took an uber to the address from the message. The uber was a short drive. Mr. Spike was only a few neighborhoods over from Kody’s own home. He got out of the vehicle and walked up to the front door. Nerves hit him and he paused before hitting the doorbell. Kody went over his game plan in his head. He didn’t have much of a game plan. He was just going to throw himself at Mr. Spike and wanted to at least such his dick before he left. He had sucked dick before but this would be his first time with a real man dick. He filled him mind with resolve, took a large breath of air, and touched the doorbell. Mr. Spike answered the door and opened the threshold to his invited guest. Kody glanced his host up and down before walking in. Mr. Spike was extremely casual as well, wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. As Kody walked around Mr. Spike, he noticed that perfect bubble butt perfectly caressed by the jeans the twink was wearing. Mr. Spike ushered the teen to the living room where they found the couch. Kody sat down and was handed the remote for the television. MS: Go ahead and put whatever you want on the tv. I’m gonna go get myself something to drink. Did you want something to drink? K: I’ll have whatever you are having. Mr Spike smiled back at the teen and disappeared into the kitchen. This left the teen alone in the living room where he looked around and tried to take in the whole situation. He eventually found the coffee table right in front of him. There was a second tier that was holding a glass object. Kody’s curiosity got the better of him and he reached for the glass object. He had just placed it on top of the coffee table when Mr. Spike reappeared with two glasses of coke and some G. Mr. Spike walked over and handed the teen his drink. He could tell the teen was trying to formulate the right question of ask, so he cut him off by simply handing the teen his drink. MS: Here you go. It’s a coke with a kick. Mr. Spike held out his glass inviting Kody to tap the drink before they both gulped down their drinks. Kody was unprepared for the slight bitter taste of his drink. He though it must be alcohol. Mr. Spike did say that it had a kick. Besides, he was going to need all the liquid courage he could muster today. After they drained their cups, Kody’s eyes returned to the glass object on the coffee table. Kody opened his mouth to start asking but Mr. Spike cut him off. MS: oh that’s not important. Its just a little fun I have once and a while. Not for kids you know. Let me just put that back down there. He reached for the pipe and lowered it back to it’s original spot. MS: You have the remote remember. Go ahead and put something on. We can just hang before we get to business. Kody’s curiosity kept intruding and he finally gathered his courage and asked Mr Spike what the glass object was. MS: oh that’s just a man’s pipe. It’s filled with some really good stuff but only for men. Sorry boy. Not for you. Kody did know what was coming over him. he had never had any inclination to try any drugs before but there in front of Mr. Spike, he felt the need to prove himself. Kody pulled out the lighter that was stationed next to the pipe. K: How much of a man do you want me to be Mr. Spike? Why don’t you show me? He handed the pipe and lighter over to the host. Mr. Spike was taken back a bit by how forward the boy was being and he loved it. Mr. Spike lit the pipe and took a big hit, letting out a big white cloud. Without talking, he hands the pipe over to Kody. Ever in the rush to prove himself to the man, Kody took his own big hit. He held it in as long as he could before releasing his own white cloud. Mr. Spike was quite impressed. He waved the teen on to keep taking hit after hit. He left the teen finish off the bowl by himself. This left the teen feeling plenty high. MS: Feeling good? Yeah, I know you are. We’ll lets get down to business. I invited you over to help me pick out the uniform for next years swim team. I need you to help model them for me so I can make a good decision. Mr. Spike handed the teen a small bag of clothing and pointed the way to the bathroom. Kody was flying high and did as he was directed. Kody disappeared into the bathroom. MS: Go ahead and try on the black and green pair first. Mr. Spike had just finished reloading the pipe when Kody popped out wearing a pair of black compression shorts with a green lightning bolt through the crotch area. The Coach handed the filled pipe to Kody and started feeling him up. Kody just lit the pipe when Mr Spike’s hands found the teens backside. He left out a soft moan. MS: How do they make you feel? K: they feel great but I don’t think I like the colors. MS: I agree. Lets try a different pair then. Kody retreated to the bathroom and emerged. This time he was wearing a pair of royal blue speedos. The coach handed the pipe to the teen. After his hit, Kody described how these new pair felt. He liked them but found the fabric confining. The teen again retreated but he hesitated to come out and show off the new pair of speedo. He asked Mr. Spike to close his eyes and only after he agreed did he come out. Kody stood there in front of his close-eyed coach in a pair of almost completely see through white speedos. It was a combination of the worn out frabric and the fact that the teen clearly wet the white material making it even more see though than normal. The coach couldn’t help himself anymore, he opened his eyes and marveled at the sight before him. All the man could do was stare and drool. Kody reached forward and picked up the pipe. MS: I think we found a winner. K: Close your eyes again. Please. Sit down please. The coach was happy to oblige with the require. He sat down on the couch and closed his eyes. The teen waved his hands in front of the coach’s eyes and got no response. He then dropped the white speedo to the floor. Kody took a step forward and left himself fall into the coach’s arms. Mr Spike felt the wet touch of the teen’s body against his own skin. He let his hands surround the teen and settle down on the teen’s perfectly round ass. He opened his eyes and thought he had died and gone to heaven. He traced the almost unfindable tan lines on the teen’s body. The coach stood up and let his monster dick point it’s way out of the sweatpants he is wearing. He pushes the pipe to the teen and tells him to take a big hit and put his mouth of the coach’s dick. The teen listens as he is told and is blowing clouds on the big 9 inch dick in no time at all. Kody couldn’t believe he was actually doing it. he had planned on sucking the coach off but never really thought in a million years it would actually come true. His own 7 inch dick had long since been set free from the speedo material. Kody was getting all he had dreamt of today and was resolved to heading home soon after he got his coach’s load in his mouth. Mr. Spike had other plans. He picked up the twink and threw him over his shoulder. He took him back to his bedroom. Before Kody would protest, Mr. Spike already had his tongue in the boy’s hole. this was the first time the teen had ever even thought of let alone experienced a rim job. In no time at all, the teen’s hole was a wet slobbery mess. The coach picked him up and pushed him up further on the bed so he could get behind the poor unsuspecting twink. He never even saw it coming. During the rimming, the coach reached underneath his bed for some Vaseline. He lathered up his throbbing dick and placed his thick head at the teen’s hole. By the time Kody felt the slicked up dickhead against his hole, it was too late. The coach pushed forward with a quick jab and the head pushed it’s way into the teen. The teen screamed out loud and had his head pushed down into the bed. He screamed for the coach to stop and pull out. The coach was unrelenting. He kept pushing forward until he bottomed out. Kody was crying out in pain. He begged and begged for this man to stop ripping him in two. Mr Spike just laughed and continued to thrust into the once virgin hole he was now splitting open. At one point, it seemed like Mr. Spike was slowing down. He slowed his rhythm down and held his hips for a moment. This gave the teen a moment to catch his breath and start thanking the coach for stopping. But this moment was short-lived. Mr. Spike just repositioned the twink from his stomach to his back. Never once did he pull out. he left the entire length inside the teen. He pulled the teen’s legs and ankles up on his shoulders and then returned to smashing the poor teen into the bed. K: Please stop. it hurts. Go slower. I’m a virgin. MS: Were a virgin. Nice and tight. You knew you wanted this. You were a virgin but you wanted to come submit to me and take your first load. You wanted this since before you even came over to my house. I’m just giving you what you need. You know you want this big dick. That’s why you smoked up my shit and why you are still a little hard. Kody looked between his body and the coach’s. He was in fact still half hard and leaking precum. K: Oh Gawd. I do like it. Fill me up with your babies. I need every drop deep inside of me. Mr Spike finally collapsed on the twink and filled him to the brim full of his cum. He let the teen clean up and then they chilled for a while before starting over again. They did have a long time before Kody needed to be home afterall. Two weeks was going to go by so fast.

With everyone on PreP these days (or good HIV drugs), being a bug chaser is pretty much a thing of the past anymore. It might be a hot idea, but getting knocked up is nigh on impossible. Or so I thought. So, I basically came of age well after the AIDS crisis (I was born in 1985), but slightly before PreP was available. So I still had all the AIDS fear and proper condom use education and rapid HIV testing and monogamy and such built into my sexual existence. I also was a late bloomer and was denying my sexuality for quite some time, so I didn’t start gay stuff until I was in my 20’s. My doc gave me a prescription for PreP when I turned 30, and I admit I took it for a few years. You know, to be a ‘good boy’. But in the semi-rural midwestern town where I live and the lack of sex I was getting, well… it just didn’t seem worth it. So I stopped taking it. And when my doc would ask, I’d lie and say I’d been basically celibate. Which I sorta had. I had a couple of semi-regulars, and they were all Prepped and Doxy’d to the hilt. So according to all the labwork, I was behaving myself and not being needlessly risky. Even though I fantasized about being risky. Like all the time. It made me slightly sick to my stomach to admit, but the bug chasing stuff really turned me on. It started small, as it always does. I accidently stumbled across some bareback porn online that featured a poz top and a neg bottom. I watched it- simultaneously horrified and aroused. And horrified AT my arousal. But then, as with all kinks, I kept searching out more pozzing porn, especially stealthing. And then the conversion stories. And the more I saw and read, the more I was turned on. So much so that it became all I would jack off to. I was borderline obsessed. I even thought about going to a big city like Chicago or New York and deliberately searching for a poz guy to fuck me raw. But I invariably always chickened out. Instead I stuck with my regulars and my rich, albeit perverted, fantasy life. Well, all that changed on my cruise. So, this is going to feel like it was all fated to happen, but I won a cruise. Yup, it was one of those fund-raising raffles that I got hit up to participate in at work. Yet another churchy raffle with mostly janky prizes. When Karen came around the office hawking the tickets, I dutifully chucked in my five bucks for one to get her off my back and promptly forgot all about it. Until I was contacted a couple months later and told I’d actually won the 5-day Caribbean cruise. Well I’ll be fucked—quite literally, as it turns out. Now, I rarely take vacations, it’s usually to go camping and explore a national park or something. Never once have I ever said “I’d like to go on a cruise” except maybe to Alaska. But I really don’t like the idea of being trapped on a floating casino-buffet with old people. Or children. Or both. But heck, this was free and I figured why the hell not? So I put in for the time off, and planned for my first cruise ship experience to sort of celebrate my 40thbirthday. The free cruise was pretty much as I expected. Small room. Not the fanciest boat in the fleet. Not super exciting ports of call. Families and older people abounded. About what you would expect from a donated church raffle prize. The only bonus was a cute Steward in my cabin area. Built. Cuban. Probably somewhere in his mid 20’s. Swarthy with a bit of an edge. Like a naughty, sexy edge that he exuded—I believe the younger folk call it ‘big dick energy’. And definitely gay. My eye contact with him as I boarded tipped him off as to which way I swung, I think. Or maybe it was the way my eyes lingered over the crotch of his very snug, very revealing trousers. But then again, these cruise workers are always hustling and working angles. And they seem to be very adept at spotting ‘fellow travelers’. Anyway, when I was getting situated the first day he introduced himself as Diego and offered to be of assistance for anything I needed. “Anything?” I asked, with a smirk. “Oh yes. I am here to help make this a good experience for you.” He replied, measuredly without breaking eye contact. “Well, I’ve never been on a cruise before so I’m a bit lost on what to do. Perhaps you could swing by my cabin and fill me in when you get off?” I say with every bit of ham-fisted double-entendre I can muster. He smiled. “I’ll come by at 8.” And then he was off. I wandered the ship and generally busied myself for several hours, before heading back to my cabin to get ready. And precisely at 8 pm, there was a light knock on my door. I answered, and he looked around furtively before ducking inside and closing the door quickly. “It is frowned upon to fraternize with the passengers,” he tells me. “I have to be careful.” “It’ll be our secret,” I assure him as I got on my knees. I unzipped his pants, which were even more snug with his erection, and pulled out a gorgeous, thick piece of uncut meat. It was hefty and girthy, with loose skin mostly covering the head. I immediately got to work tonguing and working his foreskin- much to his delight. In between me sucking him, we each got naked, until he was standing in front of me in all his glory. Which is when I saw the tattoo on his ass cheek. A small biohazard symbol. My dick jumped. This was my chance! I’d never been with a poz guy before and my stomach instantly churned with butterflies. “I see your poz,” I say looking up at him hopefully. He nodded. “I am, but I am healthy and undetectable.” I frowned, which he must have seen. His dick started to soften. “If it’s a problem, I can leave,” he said matter of factly. “Oh, no. It’s definitely not a problem. In fact… it’s kind of a… a turn on?” I whispered. “I just sorta wish you were POZ poz, you know?” “Oh really?” he asked, and there was that naughy sexy glint in his eyes. And his dick instantly got to fully mast in front of me, while a string of precum oozed from the tip. I lapped up the glistening drop and looked up at him again, smacking my lips. “Yeah, I’m turning 40 in a few days and was really hoping I’d be pregnant by now.” I was finally doing it. Living my fantasy and dirty talking like in the videos I’d seen. My dick was so rock hard. “Hmmm. Well, how about I work to knock you up then?” And then we got to fucking. Let me just say, Diego was a great fuck. I’d been taking the same three or so dicks for the past several years, so getting some strange was just what the doctor ordered- so to speak. He was much bigger than my midwestern fuck buds, as he was at least 7.5 inches. And thick! His cock was a solid tube of flesh from tip to root, probably about like that of a can of Red Bull. And he fucked like a bull. More than once, he clamped a hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet because the cabins had very thin walls. He fucked me on my back on the bed, my legs tucked around his muscular arms. He leaned forward and made out with me while his hips snapped in a steady latin beat. He fucked me for a solid half hour before suddenly increasing his tempo. “I’m getting close,” he ground out. “Fuck yeah, don’t pull out,” I growled. “You want it? You want a little poz Niño in you?” “Fuck yes! Charge me!” And the next thing I knew, I was feeling his cock throbbing inside me. And just the knowledge that he was HIV positive and cumming inside me pushed me over the edge. I started cumming no-handed, ropes of my jizz landing all over my chest and belly. “Yeah, milk my cock,” he admonished me. “Get every drop of that poz load, you fucking cumslut.” I did as I was commanded and used my ass to massage out every bit of his load. Eventually he softened and his cock slithered out of my well-spunked ass with a wet plop. He flopped down on the bed next to me. “Holy shit,” I managed to say eventually when my head stopped spinning. “That was two firsts for me.” “Really?” he asked. “What?” “Well, I’ve never cum without touching myself before, for one,” I tell him. “And two- I’ve never let an HIV positive man cum inside me before.” “Never?” he asked again. “Nope. You’re the first.” “Well, I’m honored,” he said patting my belly. “But really, you don’t have anything to worry about. I know this was a nice fantasy for you, but I am truly undetectable. The risk to you is basically non-existent. Especially if you are on PreP.” “I’m not on PreP,” I confide. “Well, you should still be fine,” he smiled. I turned and looked at him. “But… but what if I was serious about getting pregnant?” “You really want to catch HIV?” he asked incredulously. “It’s something I can’t stop fantasizing about. And honestly? I don’t know if I really want it, but the idea of it turns me on so damn much. It’s like I’m being drawn to it- like a moth to a flame. I know it’s going to happen, it’s just a matter of when.” “But it really changes your life,” he explains. “The meds. The doctor visits. The health concerns. The possible side effects. Dating. It’s much better to be safe and healthy. And there are so many options to help you do that now- all while allowing you to still have fun, incredible, bareback sex.” “I know,” I say dejectedly. “And I don’t know why I’m this way. But I’m single and 40 and I’m tired of being a good boy. I want to be reckless for once! You saw the way just the idea of your poz seed made me shoot my load. I can’t imagine how mind blowing it would be to have a real poz guy breed me. Like a truly toxic poz guy. I bet I’d lose my fucking mind.” He nodded thoughtfully and got quiet as we lay there. Eventually he spoke. “Is this really something you want?” “Oh yeah,” I replied without hesitation. “Well, let me think about it. I might have a way—no promises though. Okay?” “Deal. If you can make it happen… wow. That would be awesome!” He got dressed and had me check if the coast was clear before he snuck back out of my room. “I’ll be in touch,” he said, as he strolled quickly down the corridor. Although I didn’t know what Diego was thinking, I was already anxious with anticipation. So much so that I could hardly keep a different thought in my head. I woke up excited (and still full of Diego’s seed) as my mind ran down different avenues of what it might be like to actually take a poz cock. I had to keep doing laps of the ship and reading by the pool and exercising in the gym, just to try to keep myself distracted the whole day. Later that evening, I was startled by a soft knock at my cabin door. I answered and it was Diego. He breezed inside and closed the door. “Okay, so are you really serious about what we talked about last night?” he asked. “You haven’t changed your mind?” “No, I’m still very serious. I want it.” Diego nodded. “Ok, so do you have $300 in cash on you?” “Yeah, I brought cash and have that much. Why?” “So… I put out some feelers and there are a couple of guys who are down to give you what you want. Haitian brothers. Both poz- not on meds. They can’t afford them.” My stomach instantly knotted up with desire and nervousness. “Really?” I asked quietly. “Yeah. They’re both basically straight, but really need the money.” “Oh my god, so this could really happen huh?” “If you want it to—yes.” “I do! So, how do we do this? How does this work?” I ask feverishly. “Okay. So tomorrow we port at Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic. The brothers are working there and have a place on the outskirts of town. Now, I’m warning you—it’s pretty rough. This is not ‘tourist Dominican Republic’. This is the real shit.” “Oh… ok,” I say. “Um, I want to get pozzed, not murdered.” My nerves were kicking into high gear. “Now, I have a guy that I work with for various things in Puerto Plata. He’s going to drive you there and hang out and wait to make sure you’re ok. But still, I just wanted to be up front with you about the scene and what to expect. Still interested?” “Okay. I mean, yeah. I want to do this. I’m nervous and stuff, but also excited? Do you know anything about the brothers? Any details?” “All I know is that they work various jobs in the port, mostly the docks. One is like 21 and the other is later 20’s. That’s basically all I know. Other than they’re definitely HIV positive.” “And the chaperone/driver guy… does he know, um, what’s going to be going down?” “Probably. And he’s an older gay guy. Name’s Emilio. I kinda think of him as my gay grandfather. He’s cool, and I trust him like family. He’ll take care of you and make sure you come back in one piece. Just don’t bring any jewelry or your wallet. Just the 300.” “Okay then. Last question- so how do I meet up with Emilio?” “Meet me when we dock tomorrow, and I’ll hook you up with him.” And then Diego was off again. And I plopped down on the bed to think. My head was literally buzzing. Was this really going to happen? And the scene already had me rock hard. I often fantasized about getting pozzed up in a dirty bath house or a back alley. Or a seedy sex party. Or even raped. This was going to be something along those lines, I could tell. I mean, at the very least it was going to provide me with a good story. I mean, straight brothers going gay for pay and knocking me up on a Caribbean island? I mean, fictional porn writers couldn’t come up with a story this good! Needless to say, I barely slept. My mind was racing and I was so excited. And very nervous. And truth be told, more than a little scared. I mean, this was definitely out of the comfort zone for this middle age midwestern white man let me tell you. I didn’t eat any breakfast and I made sure I cleaned out VERY well in preparation. By the time the ship was docking, my skin was basically vibrating off by body and I had to keep pacing just to give myself something to do. When it was time to disembark, I packed up a cheap, gift shop fanny pack with the $300 in cash, a small bottle of swiss navy lube, and a bottle of poppers. That’s it. And I dressed in ratty shorts and a t shirt and sneakers—typical tourist attire. I met Diego at the gangway and he said, “You sure about this?” I nodded. “I just wanted to check one last time. Make sure you find me and check in when you are back. I’m going to want details. Nasty, nasty details.” He grinned devilishly. Then he walked me to where Emilio was waiting. Diego introduced us and I liked Emilio immediately. He was a handsome, dark Dominican older man with a kindly smile, silvery hair, and a strong handshake. He promised Diego he’d take good care of me. I hopped in the back seat of Emilo’s Honda and then we were off. I was chatty on the drive, mostly to keep my nerves in check. I peppered him with generic island questions and then asked how he knew Diego. He told me that Diego had approached him several years ago to take a couple on a driving tour, and ever since then they’d worked together for their mutually benefit. Without getting into too much detail, I gathered that Emilio was a man who had connections and could get things that Diego might need. And Diego could throw work Emilio’s way. Win win. I also asked if he knew where we were going. “Oh, I know where the place is that we are going, but I’ve never specifically been there. This is definitely a different sort of… tour… than I normally do. But I don’t mind.” He looked in the rearview mirror and winked. Before I knew it, we were outside the port and on a dirt road in the surrounding hillside. And then suddenly we were parking in front of a… well, for lack of a better term it was basically a shack. It was corrugated metal and some two by fours along with various bits of junk. Rusted. Dilapidated. And my stomach butterflies jumped into high gear again. Emilio turned to me and said, “Let me go first. I will make sure they are there and then I will come to get you, ok? Now, give me the money for safe keeping.” I nodded and handed over the $300 to Emilio, which he tucked quickly away. He got out of the car and sauntered up to the house/shack. He knocked on the door, and what appeared to be the younger Haitian man opened it. They spoke for about a minute, their Haitian Creole French lilting through the air. I saw them look over at me. The boy nodded and Emilio walked back to the car. “Ok. You can come now. I will wait by the car until you are… finished. Then I will get you back to the ship.” I gulped and got out of the car and followed Emilio back to the front door. He opened it and said, “Have fun!” And winked at me again. Oh yeah- Emilio knew what was going down. I hesitantly walked inside the brother’s home. It was definitely just as run down on the inside, but not cluttered or messy. Both men were standing in the open kitchen/living area space. I stopped midway into the room and we eyed each other up and down. They definitely looked like brothers. Handsome. Both the same build and size. Same skin tone and bone structure. Thin. Wiry. Strong. Decently muscled. Both were shirtless and wearing just shorts. Both were dark… very dark. Obviously they worked in the sun, but their black skin was like ebony. Being from farm country Nebraska, I’d never really had a good opportunity to be with a black man before… let alone two of them. The younger one thrust his chin at me and pointed to a back room. He walked in and I followed. The older brother lit a cigarette and sat down at a chair in the kitchen area. Evidently they were going to take turns, which was probably a good thing. The bedroom was spare to say the least. There was a bare mattress up on some crates, with some crates containing clothes, and not much else. The younger brother walked over and stood next to the bed, waiting motionless. I took that as meaning that I was going to have to initiate things. Which made sense if he was straight and just doing this for a payday. I nervously walked over to him and got on my knees. He looked down at me, expectantly. This is where my nerves went into overdrive and my stomach churned. This was it. The moment of truth, so to speak. Once I started this, there would be no turning back. I took a deep breath to try to steady myself as I made up my mind. My hand shook a bit with adrenaline and anxiety as I reached for the waistband of his shorts. I eased his shorts down over his slim hips. They dropped to the floor, and I was confronted by his flaccid, uncut penis. It was just as dark as the rest of him, with a good amount of foreskin hanging off the end. It was a nice-looking penis, but truth be told, I was kind of hoping for… bigger? I mean, I’d heard the stereotypes about black men and seen the porn videos, so I was ready to be confronted by an anaconda. Still, the dick looked pretty decent in it’s current state. I mean, it was thinner than I expected but hung down a decent amount and pointed to the ground. And the kid had a nice set of low hangers on him. Then I reminded myself that this dick would be the injector of a toxic load, and my own dick started to get hard- which kick started my desires. I leaned forward and took the younger Haitian’s dick into my mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath as my mouth enveloped him. The salty tang of his penis hit instantly as I started to suck and work my tongue around and in the foreskin. At first I was worried that the kid wouldn’t be able to perform. He kind of stayed soft for about a minute. But then, through my oral ministrations, his cock slowly but surely started to swell. And grow. And grow. And fucking GROW. It had been awhile since I’d sucked a dick hard from scratch so I kind of forgot about the concept of show-ers and grow-ers. Most guys I’d been having sex with were already fully boned when we got to the sucking and fucking part. But this one? I had the pleasure of feeling it grow to full size in my mouth, going from suckable to gag inducing by the time he was fully erect. And as for the stereotypes about the island BBC? I’m happy to say it was 100% true. When the kid was at full mast, it had to be over 8 inches. It was two handsworth of dick, plus the head. While maybe not as thick as Diego’s, it was close. I got my poppers out of my fanny pack and hit them in order to deepthroat him. I still gagged profusely as he was just too big for me to effectively manage. My hole was already twitching at the thought of taking this stud cock, and I may have said a silent prayer that my ass could handle it. I sucked the kid a few more minutes to be sure he was good and ready for the main event. Judging by the tangy precum he was leaking, he was pretty ready. He eventually tapped me twice on the back of my head, which I took as the sign he wanted to get in my ass. I stood up and shucked off my shorts and unclipped the fanny pack. I grabbed the lube and started fingering my hole to lube myself up for what was coming. Then I reached over and lubed up the younger Haitian’s cock liberally. He then nudged me toward the mattress, where I got on all fours for him. I hit the poppers again, and tried to relax. Thankfully the kid seemed to know he was bigger than average so he just worked my hole with the head of his dick for a bit. Feeling his raw, poz, black cock nudging into my pucker was making my body tremble with desire. I started to push my hips back to meet his shallow thrusts, and after a few more tries his head popped in me. “Oh!” I exclaimed as I felt his big ol dick start to slowly slide into me. I used my asshole to grip and grab in pulses around his shaft as he slid in. He let out a small moan as I did this. Pretty soon he was inside me most of the way, and I was feeling his head hit deep inside me. Deeper than any cock previously had gone, and it was bumping up against some barrier. There was discomfort as the head of his cock pushed to this point and didn’t seem like it would go further. The kid took this as his cue that he was all the way in, so he started backing out slowly before doing another slow thrust inside. The poppers were now working and my hole was starting to relax. And the warm rush was making me really get into the idea of what was happening. I kept thinking “Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod! This guy is POZ poz. And inside me raw. And his precum is already coating my guts! This is really HAPPENING!” My dick was rock hard while getting fucked- even with the poppers. Normally I go fairly soft with a cock inside me, as I’m all about my ass when I’m getting railed. But everything about this scene had me cranked to eleven! To his credit, the first Haitian fucked me slow and steady. His tempo didn’t really waiver and I got into the rhythm with my asshole. Using my hole to tighten up occasionally, or relax to see which he liked better. He seemed to like the open hole (probably more like a pussy), so I gave in and let him fuck me loose. I kept hitting poppers and let my mind focus on the fact that I was taking some toxic BBC. It almost didn’t seem real- like I was in some kind of dream instead. Well, after another 10 or 15 minutes of pumping, the kid slowly started to increase the tempo of his thrusts. I was fully into the fuck at this point- my nerves a thing of the past. He also finally grabbed my hips and started pulling my ass back into him to meet his thrusts. His dick was hitting deep at his point, and it was kind of starting to hurt inside me where his head was hitting repeatedly. I just kept hitting poppers knowing what was coming. Literally. I started saying ‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!’ each time his cock rammed in. Then for the finale he did a rapid fire short stroking mostly at my hole. I gripped my hole around him to add a bit of friction, and that seemed to do the trick. With a loud moan, he shoved inside me, and it happened. I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside my ass as spurt after spurt of his toxic juice started shooting inside me. My brain basically short circuited at that point. “Oh… Oh my… Oh my god… oh fuck,” was about all I could muster as I felt him cumming in me. It’s like I couldn’t quite process it all. I mean, what the fuck had I just done? I willingly let some random, toxic, AIDS cock shoot cum up my ass. And like—it’s IN there now. There’s no going back. The AIDS virus is now definitely inside my guts. And I PAID for it! Holy FUCK I’m a sicko! When the kid stopped cumming, he slowly pulled out of my ass. I reached a finger back to my hole and felt around. Yup, I was wet. I brought the finger to my nose and sniffed. Oh Yeah. It was that unmistakable cum smell. I definitely had his load. My dick jumped and drooled precum onto the bare mattress. The younger brother grabbed his shorts and pulled them up quickly. And without another look at me, he walked out of the room. I stayed on all fours and waited for the next brother, my mind all ajumble. A few minutes later, I heard the older Haitian shuffle into the room. I heard his shorts hit the floor and then felt him grab me semi roughly to haul my head around to face his dick. He was standing next to the bed, hands on his hips, cigarette dangling from his lips, his uncut cock already semi-erect for me. Just from his initial demeanor, I could tell this was going to be a different fuck than the first brother. This Haitian I could tell had seen some shit. There were city miles on him, and up close he looked rougher. More worn out. More pissed off at the world. And the fact that he was already sort of hard let me know that this wasn’t his first gay fuck. I shifted around until I was seated on the edge of the bed. I glanced up at him and he looked down on me with… what was it? Disdain? Hatred? Both? I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Almost instantly his hand went to the back of my head and he started fucking my mouth- his cock rapidly expanding. And just like his brother, he was hung too. Perhaps even a touch longer. Where the first brother had just a beautiful, straight, decently thick 8, this brother was longer. More than the two hands by a good inch. Slight curve to the right. A thinner cock overall, less foreskin, but a huge, purplish mushroom head with a big fucking piss slit (which I tongued the hell out of). The head of his dick was taut and shiny, the flare of the head incredibly rigid. I reached back and found my poppers and tried to inhale some while he used my mouth- it wasn’t easy but he paused just long enough that I got some inhaled. Thank god, because he was really going to town on my mouth now. His cock jamming into my throat and that fat fucking head was making me gag with every thrust. I never claimed to be a great cocksucker—way too much of a gag reflex. Even with poppers, unless the dick is curved appropriately and not too girthy, I can’t take it. So this Haitian’s massive prong was making me drool and gag and cough up a storm. I nearly vomited. I did my best to put my hands around his dick to mitigate the depth, but he was really having none of it. And by how hard he was, he was definitely enjoying playing ‘gag the fag’. I just held on as best I could and counted the seconds until I was on all fours again. Eventually he released his hold on my head and pushed my shoulder roughly to indicate that it was time. He spit on his fingers and crushed out his cigarette and dropped the butt on the floor. I didn’t think my ass needed any more lube, but I knew his dick did. I managed to find the lube bottle and get the entire length of his cock slicked up, adding more to the head. In the back of my mind I knew this was going to be a rougher fuck, and I hoped my ass could take it. I wasn’t quite ready for how rough. After lubing him up, I wiped my hand on the mattress and grabbed my poppers again. I didn’t even have time to hit them before his fat head was positioned at my hole. Unlike his brother, this one didn’t try to open me up slowly. He just used one hand to aim it, and the other to pull my hips back. Hard. I cried out as he shoved in roughly. Even with the lube and just having been fucked and loaded by his brother, it hurt like a motherfucker! My hole was NOT ready for the onslaught. I quickly huffed poppers as he buried himself in me. Thankfully they worked their magic, allowing me to relax a little for his dick. Just like his brother, he found the deep spot inside me where his head hit a barrier. But unlike his brother, he was undeterred by this. Using slow, short thrusts, he worked his massive head up against that spot again and again and again, and each impact created a dull ache inside me. Deep inside. But then he grabbed my hips firmly and started to push hard against that spot. “Push out,” he grunted in heavily accented English. I did as I was told, and suddenly his cock broke through the barrier with a pop. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned. I’d never felt this before and it was like I ascended to a new level of bottoming. It hurt, but it was also really fucking amazing. I hit the poppers and let him work his dick at that spot for a minute, getting me nice and open. Then he pulled back out, and rammed in hard. This time, his cock went through that barrier, but oof. It hurt. Like being punched hard in the gut. He did this several more times. Each time it hurt and I would cry out with a small “Ahhhhgh!” as he popped in. Then the fucking began in earnest. This Haitian used my guts like his personal punching bag. He pulled mostly out and short stroked me and then would slam home again. And again. And again. Sometimes his dick would pop up inside me deep illiciting a deep moan from me, and sometimes it just punched that area cruelly, causing me to yelp with pain as I tried to scramble away. He kept his hands digging into my hips as he fucked. Eventually he started using all of my cunt—pulling his dick all the way out before punching it past my ring and deep into me. Each thrust inside me was making wet, schlorping noises in my guts, and I knew that it was from his brother’s load pushing around inside me. This made me rock hard to think about, as did the feeling of cum trickling down my balls as I was being ruined. This fuck violently swung from pleasure to pain and back again. Just when I was starting to relax and enjoy it, he’d stab into my guts and cause me to wince. I just kept telling myself ‘You wanted this. You fantasized about being raped and pozzed, and this is probably what it’s like. And every thrust massages that first toxic load into your ass walls, so just enjoy it.’ I gritted my teeth and held on- my dick amazingly still hard through it all. Just when I was about at my limit, this brother thankfully decided it was time for him to cum. He grabbed me roughly and ferociously thrust into me rapid fire and deep. His groin was slapping my ass and I was howling in pain every time his dick hit deep in me. A deep, guttural growl started emanating from the brother as his orgasm built, and then with one more savage thrust he cried out and started unloading. “OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!” I kept chanting over an over as his big knob pulsed out his charged DNA deep inside me. Deeper than any cum had ever been shot before. I hit more poppers to ride the wave of ecstasy as I was collecting my second, toxic BBC load. A few more rough thrusts as his orgasm subsided, and he yanked his still hard cock roughly from my ass. Cum spattered everywhere as that head pulled the cum out. He then spun me around again and had me clean him off with my mouth. Which I did, but not before looking back toward the door and seeing Emilio standing there, watching. Oh shit! Well, I guess the old gay man knew everything now. Once I’d cleaned the older brother effectively, he too pulled on his shorts, lit up another cigarette and walked out of the room, brushing past Emilio as he left. “Um… you saw that, huh?” I managed to say. “I heard your cries, and I thought I better come investigate to make sure you were ok. You really took his dick well, all things considered.” “I guess so. Hurt like a motherfucker- but I got what I wanted, I guess.” “You think you might be up for another dick?” he asked, rubbing his crotch salaciously. “Watching you boys sort of put me in the mood.” “What? I mean, you sure? I mean… you sure you want to go in me after them?” I ask him, trying to say it without saying ‘it’. “Oh, I don’t mind. Plus, I figure you’re nice and lubed and open now. Which you’re gonna need.” My guts hurt like the devil and my asshole was kind of on fire, but my dick was still hard and having two charged loads in me had my sex drive ratcheted up to maximum cum whore. So why not make this a trifecta. “You sure the brothers won’t mind?” I ask him. “Naw. I checked with the younger one first. And I already gave them their money, so they’re cool with it.” “Alrighty then. But you may have to go a bit easy on me- I’m a bit tender after that last one.” Emilio sauntered over while unfastening his shorts. I could already see the prodigious bulge in the front, going down one leg. As he stood in front of me, I tugged off his shorts and… Holy. Fuck. Biggest fuckin dick I’d ever seen in my life. Ok, maaaaybe some porn dick has been bigger, but I’m honestly not sure. He was mostly hard when I freed him from his shorts, and it sprang up and hit me in the chin. “Damn, Emilio- you are fucking BLESSED!” I said in awe. “Blessed… and cursed. This dick has gotten me into a lot of trouble over the years,” he confided. “I’d welcome that kind of trouble!” I said jealously. “Well- you’re going to be on the receiving end of some of it,” he chuckled. Unlike the Haitians, Emilio was circumsized. And also unlike the Haitians, he was packing about 10 inches. Definitely over 9. In stories later I’ll probably say it was a foot of black dick (which it wasn’t) but damn it was close. And once it got inside me it damn sure felt like a foot of dick. He also had a set of old man balls on him that years of gravity had tugged down to about mid-thigh. I started by sucking him, and he moaned appreciatively as I worked him. He just let me work him at my own pace, not trying to gag me or anything. He knew what a weapon he possessed and he was benevolent with it. Now, the sort of nice thing about Emilio was his dick had a slight downcurve to it. And while it was ridiculously long, it was just pretty much a normal thickness of dick, with a normal sized cock head on it. I remember thinking the head was pinker than I thought it would be. I decided I needed to try deepthroating him, so I got on my knees to get a better angle at it. I hit the poppers, and as the rush started, I aimed him down my throat. To my amazement (and his) I hilted him in my gullet- nose to wiry pubes. I worked my throat a little bit before gagging and disgorging him. He gave out a low whistle. “Damn! It’s been awhile since anyone’s done that to me,” he said. “I think I need this in my ass. Now,” I told him. He got on the bed and lay on his back. “My knees and back ain’t what they used to be. You’re gonna have to ride me,” he told me. And actually I was glad of this. Normally I love taking dick like a bitch in heat. Being on all fours makes it feel less like sex and more like fucking to me. Plus I can arch my back and hit poppers and sort of control things. But a close second is riding a dick. I can control the depth and angle, and the way the dick hits usually makes me super hard. So I was more than happy to squat on Emilio’s massive schlong. I lubed him up prodigiously, and straddled his groin. “Just you you know,” I told him as I positioned his head at my fuckpucker, “Once this goes in, you will own the title as ‘biggest cock I’ve ever taken’.” He laughed. “Kid, I’ve claimed that title so many times from so many others they’re gonna put it on my tombstone.” I hit the poppers once again, and slid him all the way inside in one motion. His dick got to that deep place inside me, and just blew right past it, lodging his head well up inside me. I exhaled and my ass was firmly all the way on his groin. “Record, achieved,” I smiled. And then I got to work. Now, the one thing about riding a dick is that you, as the bottom, are responsible for all the work. I mean, I was having to lift myself up and lower myself back down to work his massive meat. And that’s a lot of lifting and lowering because of his length. But the side benefit of him being so huge is that I was getting a massive long stroke and deep dicking. And unlike the last fuck, Emilio’s cock was just gliding past the tough spot inside me- by a couple inches. Which caused wave after wave of pleasure. Even though my legs and thighs were kind of burning, I was getting stroked on the inside like never before. “Mmmm, I can feel their loads inside you,” Emilio said, his eyes rolling back. “Feels so wet on my dick!” “You sure you don’t mind?” I asked again as I rode him, cum leaking out of my ass. “Because…” “Because they’re HIV positive?” he said. “You know?” I asked, pausing with his cock buried inside me. “Oh yeah. I’m the one that found them for you,” he said matter of factly. “What?” “Diego told me you wanted to get knocked up, so I asked around a bit and found the brothers for you. I hope one of their loads takes and you go home with a nice, dirty Haitian baby.” “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” I moaned. He knew just what to say. “And you’re not worried about going after them?” “Naw, I’m poz too. It’s all good.” “You are??” I asked, my pulse racing. “Like I said, my dick got me into a lot of trouble in my younger days. I was hooking and fucked LOTS of people. Guys and girls. And I never liked condoms cuz they make me go limp. You can only play with fire for so long before something happens.” “FUCK that’s hot!” I exclaim. “Does Diego know?” “Who the hell do you think pozzed him?” This made my dick so hard and I started bouncing up and down on Emilio again like the fucking Pixar lamp. His cum slick dick was gliding in and out so well and the curve was hitting so good inside that it was starting to build me to another hand’s free orgasm. “Do you still escort?” I asked him as I rode him. “Not as much as I did, but yeah. Sometimes swingers show up on the cruises and do the whole ‘upside down pineapple’ thing. And then Diego will float the idea that he knows a well-endowed guy. You would not believe the number of husbands that think they want to watch their wives get fucked by some Big Black Island Cock.” “Oh my god!” I groan. “That is so goddamn HOT! They let you cum in their wives??” “Like the cucks have a choice. Most of the time they go in with the idea it will be hot watching. But then the men see how big I am and how much their wives are getting off on it, and they realize they’ll never be enough again. And they’ll get mad when their bitches are begging for my load. I’ve had a couple guys cry after I flooded their wife’s cunts. One guy punched me after- but then ate my load out of her.” “Do you tell them you’re poz?” “Nope,” he says with an evil grin. “Oh fuuuuuck,” I manage as I start riding him with gusto. I can feel Emilio inside me and he’s rock hard. I am working him with every inch of my ass and I’m trying to squeeze and work my hole on this prong. “I’m getting close to nutting,” I gasp. “I need you to charge me up. Please.” “Keep going, kid. I’m so close,” he moans. I redouble my efforts and I feel my own orgasm starting to boil. My nuts are tightening up and I have that familiar tension peaking in my abdomen. “Oh God, I’m gonna bust!” I cry, just as my load starts rocketing from me. The first volley hits Emilio right in the face. This, along with my anal spasms pushes him right over the edge. He grabs my hips and buries his bone as deep as he can inside me as I continue to empty my balls. As he starts to cum, I think I can see god. The feeling of that much dick launching yet another poz load in me has me out of my mind with pleasure. I’m speaking in tongues. My vision actually fuzzes out a bit- probably from the vigorous leg work to get him off and also from the heavy hits of poppers. Eventually I sort of come back to myself and I’m leaning over him, smiling. “Jesus Christ that was incredible!” I tell Emilio. “That’s what they all say, kiddo,” he smirks. “Well, if that doesn’t get me pregnant, I don’t know what will.” “It might. I’m not exactly undetectable. Just ask Diego. And you got a week’s worth somewhere just south of your spleen.” I laughed. “He wants me to give him details when I get back to the ship. You ok with me sharing everything?” “Oh sure. He contacted me because he thought I might be up for pozzing you up. But I wasn’t really feeling up for the challenge, until I saw Eduardo beating up your guts. That turned me on something fierce.” I lifted myself off Emilio. The long pullout of his massive rod was delicious. I made sure to tighten up my hole as best I could in order to keep all that cum inside me. We each got dressed and made our exit from the brother’s place. The older brother was nowhere to be seen, but the younger one smiled shyly and nodded in thanks as we left. We hopped back in Emilio’s car and headed back to port. Once onboard the ship, I found Diego and told him that I had ‘loads’ to tell him about. He smirked and said he was happy everything worked out and that he’s stop by later. I was still full of all that charged semen when Diego put his load into me after hearing all of the sordid details of my Island adventure. The remaining couple days on the cruise passed uneventfully, with one parting fuck from Diego. And then I was off and winging my way back to the middle of nowhere, USA. Diego gave me his cell number and asked for me to keep him posted if I got pregnant. Well, about a week or so after I got back, I came down with a nasty case of ‘the flu’. When I finally returned to the office, Karen swung by my cube and doted on me a little. “I’m so sorry you got sick. You must have picked up a bug on that cruise,” she said all concerned. “Yeah, I hear those ships can be floating petri dishes. But I still had loads of fun, especially in the Dominican Republic,” I assured her.

I got ready for work and school and got into the office around 7am. No one was in the office at the time. I did my work and around 7:10am Professor Post came in. I could smell him from the back by my desk. I guess he saw my light on and came to the back. He was wearing his cycling spandex shorts and shirt. He stood there rubbing is cock in front of me. It was already hard and protruding with an outline of his hung meat. He saw me stare. He looked down at me and saw my hard cock push up in my shorts. He stepped closer to me as I was still sitting down and his cock inches away from my face. "I know you want to touch it. Go ahead" he said I did. It was a gorgeous thick cock and it looked so sexy outlined underneath the thin shiny tight spandex. I reached out and rubbed his hard meat and teased it with my fingers and then both hands. It started to throb. He then pulled his shorts down and it flew out and hit me in my face smearing precum on my cheek. I wiped it up and licked my fingers while I looked up at him. He pushed forward with the tip of his cock entering my mouth. I leaned forward and started to suck tongue and lick his hard thick meat. He started moan and put his hand on the back of my head. He smelled intoxicating and he tasted so good. He was leaking a lot of precum which was salty and tasty. He stood me up and turned me around and pulled down my pants and underwear. "What do we have here" he said He saw the butt plug and started to play with it. Pushing it in me and rotating it around. I just started to moan and my ass on its own pushed back towards him. "Look like someone is having some fun on their own. Or you Daddy put this in you" he said "My Daddy" I said as I moaned more "Fuck you are such a horny slut" he said "I have never seen such a pussy boy moan just from a little playing with a butt plug in his cunt" he said "You love it don't you. Having your pussy played with" he asked. I nodded and moaned "Yes". I was moaning louder and breathing hard. He really was working the plug. He also reached under and started to fondle my balls and squeeze them. I moaned. "Ohhhh" I moaned "Yeah your cunt is wet. Hear that slopping sound." he said working it. My cock was hard and leaking on my chair. "Lick up your mess boy" he said I leaned down and licked up all the precum on my chair. He then abruptly pulled the plug out of my ass and stuck it in my mouth. "Here clean it and suck on it" he said I then felt his cock at the entrance of my ass. I tried to turn around but his hands were strongly grasping my hips. I spit out the plug and yelled no trying to get away from him. His head pushed in but I clinched keeping him from entering me. "Let me know boy, you know you want it" he said pulling back from me, sticking his fingers in my ass and with his other hand reaching under and rubbing my cock. I started to moan again. "See you know you want it" he said he. He pulled out his fingers and lined up his cock at my ass hole. I twisted my hips and was able to turn and face him again. I was panting. "No sorry I can't let you fuck me" I said He looked mad. "I am sorry I really can't" I pleaded         His demeanor changed. "Why not?" he asked "I've decided to give myself to my Daddy Rick and let him breed me and knock me up."i said His eyes changed and saw a little bit of acknowledgement and also hunger. "So you finally decided to give in. I can help you with that right now. You know you want my cock up your cunt" he said stroking his hard cock. "I see you stare at my cock. I know you want it bad. When I fucked you the other week your pussy ate up my cock. It milked me hard. " he said "Yes I do love your cock being in me and yes I loved when you came in me but I was on PEP. Now I am not and I want my Daddy to impregnate me. I can't have anyone else fuck me until I get knocked up by him" I said in an apologetic manner "You sure" he said stroking his cock. A glob of precum oozed out of his cock and he caught it with his finger and I leaned over to suck it off. "See you know you want me" he said "Yes I do but I am sorry. I am with my Daddy Rick and he owns me right now and I am committed to him to knock me up" I said He then pulled up his shorts. Let me help you put the plug back in. As he did he started to rotate it and work my ass again. I started to moan. He leaned into my ear. "You are such a slut and hot piece of ass. Your pussy wants and needs cock. I never knew you were such a slut when we first met. Had I known I would have been more aggressive and tried to take you for myself and breed you and knock you up. Make you have my baby" he said. I moaned as he worked my hole and whispered into my ear and kissed my neck. He then stopped pulled up my shorts and took a step back. "Ok good luck. If it doesn't take you know where to find me. I know I can knock you up boy" he said rubbing his cock. As he walked away I head the office door unlock and someone walk in. I sat down horny and bothered. My cock hard and leaking. I wonder what it would have been like with the Professor. I stopped and knew I belonged with Rick. I went back to work.

I woke up on my stomach to a pain in my ass. As I became more aware, I realized Rick was sitting on my ass with his cock in me. He was fucking me hard. It didn't feel like there was lube and it hurt a lot. I started to grunt in pain and get a little loud. "Shh boy, this is what you wanted right. Be my boy and get knocked up. Have a baby together" he moaned picking up his pace. "Yes Daddy I do" I said moaning and grunting. He started to hit my prostate and soon the pain turned into pleasure. I lifted my ass to meet his thrust. He was now pounding hard into me. I felt his sweat drip onto my back and I could feel his cock throb in me. "Fuck me Daddy and cum in me please. Knock me up with your seed please" I moaned and begged. "Here you go boy my charged seed in your cunt!" he yelled as I felt his cock spasm and shoot his load into me. I pushed back onto him trying to keep all his cock deep in my ass. We kept like that him grinding into me and my pushing back onto his stick. Each time I could feel his meat scrape my prostate and jam into my second hole. It hurt but also felt so good. Finally exhausted he fell on me and I turned my head and we kissed. He held me for a while then got off of me. I turned around and cleaned off his cock. It was covered in cum and some blood. A little more than normal. I asked if that's normal. "It will help my seed take in your pussy. I scraped your inside a little more this time." he said. I kissed him and thanked him. "Daddy when will I get knocked up" I asked innocently "It depends baby. It might take a few days or a few weeks. Everyone is different." he said. He went onto explain that he had hoped taking me off of PEP early before my test would not only make sure I didn't have a false negative but also get it out of my system so when he bred me it would take. He said sometimes the PEP stays in your system for a few days after your last dose. "I gotta get to work. Make sure to wear your plug today to keep my cum in your pussy." he said "Yes Daddy" I replied I looked at the clock it was 5:45am.

Saturday about 1 in the afternoon I was having lunch at Starbucks and saw an older fare shaped guy staring at me. He came over and said Alone? I kinda recognized him but didn't know him. I said yea join me? He sat down and said I saw you at a party a few months ago but you left with someone so I didn't have a chance to meet. He said I liked what I saw but you left. Then he said the party was good had some fun with a few bottoms . I said I got there early and had some fun also but the guy wanted to go to his place to play. He asked anything happened I said yea. Then he asked you free to have some fun at my place? I looked at the time and said I guess so if your close. He said i have a place 2 minutes away. I said lets go to a car to talk too many ears here. So we got up and walked to his car. We got in. He said i can drive you there and back. I said sure. We drove to his place almost walking distance. We got in and he was fast undoing my shirt and pants as he pushed me against the closed door to shove his tongue deep in my mouth. Grabbing my ass i had to push away and said I not ready. I need to clean up. He said good go shower up and ill be in the bedroom where he pointed. I walked into the shower and saw an attachment connected the shower head. I got very clean inside and out. Walked to the bedroom where I saw him naked and stroking watching porn at the end of a bed with towels spread on it. I said thats a nice view. He laughed and said lay facedown and ill massage you. So as I laid there I got just about one of the best massage i ever received. From head to toes I was jelly. Then really worked on my thighs and ass for a while. He shoved a round hard pillow under my hips and massaged my ass more then rubbed my hole. I could hear his breathing getting heavy as a finger went in then two and rubbing my insides deep im now moaning. He pulled out and I felt movement then felt him over me as his cock was pressing on my hole. He said softly Im owning this hole as his cock popped in and I jumped a bit . He pushed slowly in feeling every inch till he bottom out. He slowly pumped then faster and faster. He pushed hard on my back as the fucking turned into a pounding. I heard a moan then he fell on my leaving is throbbing cock in me. Whispered in my ear i needed that as he just laid on me for a few minutes. He got up flipped me over and suck me with fingers in my hole till I blew a load in his mouth then kissed me to spit it in my mouth so I swallowed. We laid there talking about the party and what we did there. I told him about how the host fucked me and got him excited as he was listening and watching the TV I saw he was getting hard. I asked round two? He said definitely i pulled my leggs back and said this way now. He got up and gave me a quick load. After we got showered together and dress dropped me off at my car and left. I realized I didnt get his number.. damit.. loved the massage

My answers: The good: A late evening arrival who role-played he was raping me, and forcing me to say how much I wanted it. A daddy and I repatedly working over a horny (and very passive) college student who came inside me four times. At the end of my first event - realizing I can be openly slutty with a community of people who celebrate this as a good thing. Meeting new tops some of which are becoming friends. The bad: As an experiment I openly posted a hotel room # on Grindr resulting in a mess of erratic people showing up. A guy who wanted to watch and refused to take off his clothes. A guy who wanted to play, but who put on a women's bikini and announced he wouldn't top. A rather hot-looking guy who freaked out when he realized he was getting someone else's cum on his dick. Needless to say that event didn't go very well. A hygiene failure early into one event. I took a shower, re-cleaned out, and the rest of the day went fine. The guy in question understood it happens, but I was embarassed. I've made new changes to my preparation routine because of this. Becoming inwardly (but not visibly) upset at people who aren't following the rules. For example, someone that showed up at my event and announced he wanted to bottom, followed by someone announcing he only wanted to fuck him and didn't want to touch me. Lesson learned there: boot such people instantly. The practical: Novice cumdumpers need to learn lessons that experienced cumdumpers take to heart. Knowing in advance how to handle a negative situation will make you a far more effective host. It's not kind to be overly-flexible with one person if it ruins the experience of others (including yourself). Be prepared for strong emotional and physical response after your events. Aftercare far more important than people realize. Have someone you like present to help you through it. You'll have an approximate "ceiling" of 20-30 loads in an evening without refining your event and having someone help run the room. You can't recruit more tops when you've got a dick in both ends. Just because you bottom well for 1-4 loads doesn't mean you're ready for 50. Stress test yourself periodically to see how well you can take it. Some guys will enter the room, decide the vibe isn't for them (for any of a thousand reasons), make an excuse, and leave. Don't be annoyed at them. They're what I call "Ghosts". They kinda float in and float away and don't affect your event as a whole. Lots more stuff. I hope top have my guidebook done in a week or two. I'll post it on BZ when it's ready.

here is part 2 finally enjoy =) LOST INNOCENSE AT THE BATHOUSE PART 2 Dean wanted to see Adam’s expression when he first entered him with his bare cock. He never told any of them though what they would actually be getting, but he loved making them beg for him to pump their asses full of his loads. It was a massive turn on to him for the boys, who he pozzed, to see and willingly accept that he was fucking them raw. He was planning on making sure Adam’s first time was going to be something he would never forget. It would be a night of firsts for the eighteen year old teen. First time with smoking Tina, first booty bump, first time being fucked, first load of charged dirty seed, first slam, and finally his first gangbang. Dean put on a porn vid showing a barely legal twink being rimmed by an older daddy type, before climbing between Adam’s legs. He figured the vid would distract Adam, while he got him prepped for his fucking. He tossed the T-laced warming lube on the bed, along with a film canister loaded with Tina shards and powder, plus a can of Maximum Impact and one of his old dirty jocks to spray it on. Adam moaned when Dean grabbed his legs and bent them back towards his head and started to rim him with tongue. He loved the feel of Dean’s five o’clock shadow on his hairless hole whenever Dean pulled back and rubbed his chin and cheeks on it. The boy was going crazy with lust; he had never felt like this before when he had smoked pot. It felt like his body screaming, “It’s finally time to get laid! You’ve been waiting long enough.” The eighteen year old twink’s moans were turning Dean something fierce. His thick eight inches started to ooze pre-cum like water pouring from a faucet. Dean wished he could use just his pre-cum to fuck Adam, but he knew the young virgin boy wasn’t ready for that yet. Maybe if he was lucky he would tweak Adam up one more time and just use pre-cum to fuck him with before he left town. Dean poured some of his “T” laced warming lube on Adam’s hole and began to work it into the boy’s ass stretching it for his entry. He knew Adam wouldn’t notice the initial burn of the Tina in the warming lube as he got his ass stretched. The young kid would just think it was his virgin ass being stretched wider and wider to take Dean’s thick man spike. He gave a silent thanks to whatever chemist developed the warming lube it made it so much easier to stealth guys with. “OH GAWD!!!! OH GAWD!!! OH GAWD!!!” seemed to be Adam’s new mantra as Dean worked first one finger, then a second finger in his now blooming teen rose hole. His ass couldn’t seem to get enough of Dean’s fingers, it wanted more and more inside him. “That’s what’s gonna happen to you shortly Adam,” he said motioning Adam to look over at the video screen as he pulled his fingers out. He smiled as the teen’s ass stayed open a bit before slowly closing. It was as if it was begging for Dean to continue working it with his fingers. While Adam was distracted Dean opened the film canister and pulled out a nice sized shard of “T” to booty bump the unsuspecting eighteen year old who was about to take his first of many poz loads up his tight lil’ ass. Adam, who was already really turned on by the joint and fingering his ass had received from Dean, was starting go into overdrove with lust as he watched the older daddy begin to slide his hard raw cock into the twink on screen. Soon another daddy joined the scene and started face fucking the twink as the other one used the boy’s ass. Adam started wishing he was the kid in the video. It just looked so fucking hot. As Adam watched the raw cock work the teen’s ass he almost wished Dean would do that to him. Yet he knew it was safer to have the top covered that’s why he had his baggie of rubbers with him. Wait! Did he remember to bring the bag from patio when he followed Dean into his room? He couldn’t remember if he did or not, but before he could say anything he gasped as the older man’s fingers entered his ass again. Dean grinned as he added a third finger to Adam’s ass pushing the shard inside with his fingers. He began tearing into the teen’s fuck tunnel with his fingers as he worked the shard in. He wanted to make sure the boy’s hole was torn up enough to take his toxic seed and start the pozzing process. He knew his PA would cause more damage once he began fucking the boy, but liked to make sure he was doing the job thoroughly. “Shit! That hurts,” moaned Adam as he felt like Dean was ripping up his ass. “Shh, babe just making sure you’re nice and stretched so it won’t hurt as much as I slide this beef stick in that lil pussy of yours,” Dean said with an evil smirk that was lost on Adam. Before long Adam couldn’t believe how good Dean’s fingers felt inside him. He needed more inside him. It was like his ass wouldn’t be satisfied until it was getting fucked. “SHIT MAN!!!! COME ON!!!! GIVE ME THAT FAT DICK!!! FUCK ME!!!! COME ON FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH!!!!!” Adam couldn’t believe he was begging this older 6’, 285 lbs. daddy to fuck his 5’6”, 120lbs. eighteen year old body like he was a girl. What was coming over him? He needed to be fucked bad, really bad. He needed to feel that eight inch, red bull thick, huge mushroom headed, pierced cock fucking him like the twink in the video. Dean grinned down at the virgin boy he was about to fuck and breed full of his toxic seed. He always stopped taking his meds about a week before he went out to the baths to make sure he was primed to stealth young hot twinks. “Here sniff on this Adam while I finish getting ready to pop that cherry of yours,” Dean said reaching down and spraying his dirty three week old jock with a large amount of Maximum Impact. Once the jock covered Adam’s face Dean got up and opened the door to his room completely so others could see Adam lose his cherry to his raw fuck stix. He quickly climbed back on the bed lubing his dick with more of the “T” tainted warming gel and sprinkled his huge mushroom head with some “T” powder. He pulled the dirty jock off Adam’s face one more time and sprayed it again before placing it back on the boy’s face. This time he didn’t cover Adam’s eyes. He wanted to watch the boy’s expression as he felt Dean’s raw cock enter his tight ass. Adam was flying from the stuff Dean had made him smell in the dirty jock as he felt the older man begin to push on his hole. It was painful despite all the finger work Dean had done on him, but he wanted it really, bad. Dean was waiting for him to open up a bit more. As tempted as he was just to rip the hell out of the virgin boy, he wanted Adam to be so tweaked and into the fuck he wouldn’t realize or care how abused his hole was as each and every guy used it in the pig sling room later. As soon as he did that his ass relaxed and opened enough for Dean’s huge mushroom cap to enter where nothing had entered before except a few fingers. “FUCK!!!!!!!!!” Adam yelped loudly as Dean entered and paused. Adam began to pant rapidly from the intrusion of the massively thick cock. At first he didn’t think he could take it, but the longer Dean held it there the better it felt. He was starting to want more of this daddy’s thick eight inches buried in his ass. Dean sprayed the jock one more time dropping back over the boy’s nose and mouth, leaving his eyes uncovered so he could watch Adam’s eyes as a new poz cum slut was born. He waited until he was certain Adam was flying, before beginning to push deeper inside the no longer virgin boy. He knew in a matter of minutes once he was buried deep inside Adam and began his slow fucking the boy would be in total slut mode. He could already sense a couple guys standing outside the door watching. Once Adam was in full slut mode he would invite them in to watch and join in. But before he did that he was going to make the boy know he was being fucked raw and beg like a good lil’ slut for Dean’s load. Dean began to force his cock deeper and deeper into Adam making the innocent boy moan loader with each inch that sank into his neg ass. He loved how hot and tight his new bitch’s ass felt on his poz meat spike. He was looking forward to contrasting this feel with the one he would give Adam before helping the boy dress at the end of the fuckfest. Adam couldn’t believe how good it felt to have a cock buried in his ass. He wished he had started earlier if he had known it felt this good. “FUCK MAN!!! THIS FEELS SO GOOD!” Adam moaned loudly. “I haven’t even started yet slut, wait ‘til I get I start pumping your sweet lil’ pussy and breed it.” Dean chuckled, beginning to pull out and shove his dick back in the teen beneath him. He was quickly pulling almost out before slamming back in Adam. “SHIT!!! OH FUCK!!!! YES!!!!” Adam began chanting over and over as Dean picked up speed fucking the eighteen year old harder and harder. He started pushing back to meet each downward thrust. This was so fucking good Adam thought. He wanted more and more of Dean’s cock. He just couldn’t get enough of it. He loved the thick meat pounding him and really loved how the PA felt on his prostrate each time it hit his boy button. Once Dean was sure Adam was really getting into the fuck he decided it was time to let the twink know he was being fucked raw. He reached down and grabbed one of Adam’s hands and brought it back to his cunt which was still being pounded by Dean. “Here bitch feel how good my fuck stix feels going in your sweet pussy,” he said grinning as he wrapped Adam’s hand around the slick meat spike working his ass. “You’re taking it like the good fucking slut you are.” Adam couldn’t believe this thick piece of man meat was making him feel so good. He was enjoying the feel of the thick tool working his ass, when he realized he didn’t feel the bottom of the rubber. He began running his hand up and down Dean’s cock shaft searching for the rubber, but there was none. His eyes widen as he realized he was being barebacked. No this was wrong he had to get Dean to stop and put one on! “You’re not wearing a rubber! You gotta stop and put one on! Please stop Dean!” Adam begged. Dean loved the shocked expression of Adam as he realized his was being barebacked. Now it was time to make him beg for Dean’s load to be pumping in his slut boy pussy. “You didn’t ask for one when we started and I’m not stopping ‘til I load that cunt of yours with my jizz. Besides I never wear a condom it feels better raw. Besides you were enjoying it before you knew you were getting it raw up your slut ass,” with that he started long dicking Adam hard and fast. Every once in a while he would pull completely out before slamming back in deep and hard. The overwhelming sensation of skin against skin quickly Adam made forget about Dean fucking him bareback. Dean was right it felt so good and he was once again moaning and begging for Dean’s cock. If being fucked raw felt this good, then covered must not be that good. He then vaguely remembered guy friends saying fucking a girl bareback was a thousand times better than wearing a rubber. So maybe it was okay to be fucked by Dean like this. “SHIT!!!! FUCK ME!!!! HARDER!!!!! FUCK ME!!!!! HARDER!!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!!” Adam howled as he was getting turned on more and more. He needed it bad and wanted to get as much dick as possible in him. He had never imagined he would ever feel like this in his life. Adam never wanted it to stop. “See bitch, you like it raw don’t ya?” Dean asked as he continued to pummel Adam’s pussy. “YES!!!! FUCK ME!!! HARDER!!! GIVE ME YOUR LOAD!!!!” “You want my charged load huh bitch?” Dean asked with an evil smile realizing Adam didn’t know what he was asking. “FUCK YES!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!! BREED ME WITH IT!!!!” Adam demanded being totally lost in lust now from the “T”. He wanted to feel this daddy’s load being pumped inside him. He no longer cared about a rubber only being fucked as much as possible. Adam couldn’t believe how energized he was getting fucked by Dean. This could go on forever as so far as he was concerned. He was pushing back to get more of Dean inside him. “Hell ya cunt I’m gonna fill your fucking pussy with my charged jizz slut,” “FUCK YA!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!! I WANT YOUR LOAD!!!!” Feeling his balls starting to tingle as he punch fucked Adam, Dean asked the boy, “You want my charged load? Well fucking beg for me to charge your cunt with my load,” Dean commanded the still innocent boy. “FUCKIN’ CHARGE MY ASS!!!!” Adam practically howled going crazy from the fucking he was getting. He didn’t understand what was about to happen to him. He was getting ready to take his first poz load of his life and had been tricked into begging for Dean to poz him. “FUCK YA!!! SLUT!!!!! I’M!!!! GONNA!!! CHARGE!!! THAT!!!! SLUT!!!! CUNT!!!” Yelled Dean as he completely pulled out of Adam’s boy pussy before slamming back into it as hard as he could slamming his churning balls against the boy’s hairless ass. His knew his PA was doing more damage to Adam’s no longer virgin fuck tunnel as he buried it deep as he began to fire volley after volley into Adam. “SHIT!!!! CUMMING!!!! TAKE MY CHARGED!!! LOAD!!!!! IN YOUR!!!! NEG CUNT!!!! SLUT!!!!!!!” Dean howled as he began pumping his load deep into Adam. He began lubing the boy’s raw and damaged fuck tunnel with long slow in and out strokes. He wanted to make sure he worked his toxic load in good and deep into the no longer neg teen. Adam couldn’t believe how good Dean’s load felt inside him. He loved the warm thick gooey man juice coating his colon. He wanted more dicks in him so he could keep enjoying this amazing feeling in his ass. Without thinking about it, Adam started working his ass muscles trying to milk Dean’s wonderful jizz out of his thick eight inch man cock. Dean looked back at the door recognizing one of the four men at the door who had been watching Adam take his first poz load of his life. He grinned at Jack, his friend, motioning with his head at the small toiletries bag on top of his clothes. Dean kept pumping his still hard cock in and out of Adam keeping him distracted from Jack entering the room and opening the bag. Jack understood what Dean wanted to do to the fucking hot twink he had picked up and breed with his toxic seed. Inside the bag were several prepared points. He pulled one out and waited as Dean pulled the dirty jock off the boy’s face. He grinned as soon as he got a good like at the twink. He loved the fact that the boy looked like he was barely sixteen, but knew he had to be at least eighteen. The bath would never risk its license by letting underage boys in. This was going to be hot doing this boy, who looked so young, almost like doing the real thing. Dean knew Jack would help him slam Adam. Once that was accomplished he would let Jack and the other guys at the door take turns before giving Adam another slam and booty bump. Then the no longer innocent eighteen year old would be led the pig sling room where he would spend the rest of the night and possibly a big chunk of the next day being gangbanged by everyone and anyone who wanted a go at his no longer cherry boy ass. Adam was in for the time of his life. Dean sprayed his jock with another big hit of Maximum Impact before dropping it on Adam’s face covering it completely again. As soon as he did Jack hurried over with the point and a rubber tube. They quickly tied it on the flying boy’s arm and stuck him making sure they didn’t get a bubble before injecting it in. Once the syringe was empty they pulled off the rubber tube and waited. Adam was flying from the stuff on Dean’s jock when he felt something tied tightly on his right arm and a slight prick. The tightness on his arm didn’t last very long before it was released. It almost reminded him of time he had gotten his blood drawn once. Suddenly he felt a warm rush move up his arm and into his chest and throat. For a minute it felt like he couldn’t breathe as his heart was beating like mad, then he coughed hard a few times. After coughing he couldn’t believe how good he felt. He felt so alive and really, really needed to have Dean fuck him more. Hell he wanted any dick now fucking him. He was so fucking horny. His ass and cock were tingling. He started trying to work his ass to let Dean know he was ready for more fucking. “Slut’s ready for you guys now come on in and take a ride. I just popped his sweet lil’ cherry ass,” Adam heard Dean say to someone as he pulled the jock off his face. Adam looked up and saw four naked men standing around him stroking their cocks. They looked like they ranged in age from early twenties to in his sixties. The young guy was a well-built muscle stud sporting a nice wedge shaped seven inch cock, the forty-something guy standing next to Dean was a tall Skelton-like man with a thick nine inch long cock. The other two sixty-something men were heavy set bearded bears sporting a couple of very thick six and half and seven inch cocks. Jack was a forty-five year old poz top, who had stopped taking meds a few years back, was leering and drooling at the prospect of pumping his death seed into Adam. His twink ex-boyfriend had cheated on him with another guy more than ten years before and ended up infected him with the virus as a result. He did the whole meds thing for a while, but finally in the end said fuck it. He decided he would share the gift his ex-boyfriend had given him with as many twink boys as he could. His big nine inch death stix usually tempted many drunk, stoned or tweaking fools into letting him breed their asses with his death seed. “These guys enjoyed the show slut and want to take a ride in that hot pussy you have there. I know you’d like that wouldn’t you? Filling that sweet lil’ twat of yours with their charged loads, right cunt?” Dean said as he slid his cock in and out a couple more times the now tweaking cum dump he had just created. This caused Adam to moan before pulling it completely out leaving the eighteen year old wanting more cocks in his now gaping hole. “FUCK YES!!!! I NEED MORE COCK!!!! Breed me!!!!” Adam begged as his ass told him it desperately needed more cock. He couldn’t understand what was coming over him. He had never been this horny in his life. He had to get as much cock in his ass as possible. Dean grabbed something from his small black bag before returning to Adam with a bottle of water. In the meantime Jack climbed on the bed and positioned himself between Adam’s legs. He waited patiently teasing Adam’s still slightly open fuck hole that had started to ooze out some of Dean’s toxic load. Dean offered the now uninhibited twink two Viagra and “X” tablet along with a bottle of water. Dean sprayed some more Maximum Impact on his jock and dropped it back on the boy’s nose and mouth. “Mind if I booty bump the slut some more Dean?” Jack asked holding up the film canister and shaking it. “Nope that’s what it’s for Jack,” Dean replied with an evil smirk. Jack smiled back as he opened the canister shaking out a nice sized shard and then shook some powder on the head of his already cum covered cock head. One of the older bear couple grabbed Adam’s legs and pulled them back so Jack could drop the shard in the boy’s open hole. Jack took the boy’s legs back and lined his cock with the opening. As he shoved his thick nine inch cock in the moaning twink balls deep in a single thrust he announced to the gathered room, “Now it’s time to really knock this slut’s ass up with some poz loads.”

Chapter 19 - The Point of No Return "How many men fucked you boy?" Jordyn turned to look into the impassive face of his owner Jerome but as usual the African-American gave little away. "Turn to the front you idiot!" That was the higher tone of Spice's voice, scolding him for sabotaging her efforts to repair the damage done to his make-up. It was a bigger job this time - there were bruises to cover too. She applied foundation that made Jordyn look more obviously made up, more obviously a painted little femboi whore. Jordyn liked that. "I don't know sir - I ... I lost count." Jordyn finally answered. "Dumb little fucktoy aren't you. At least you know how many loads you took?" "Only one sir." "That and whatever pre-cum got into you. Twenty men sent away satisfied, some of them real enthusiastic about what a hot young boi cunt you are. How's that make you feel fag?" "Good sir." Jordyn hesitated and then smiled. "Really good sir." He saw Spice looking at him in the mirror. He couldn't read her expression. "I enjoyed it sir." "Course you did boi - It's what you was made for. But we ain't hardly started. Getting fifty potent men together ain't easy. The audition, the softening up, tends to get left to some friends who are on meds." Jerome smiled as he saw the fag processing his words, his eyes growing wide as he realized what they meant. The dumb little whore had been doing well and that first load had helped him in a weird way. Once he had potent HIV-loaded cum in his body what else mattered. He could fuck anyone, take any load, do anything - nothing mattered compared to the bug even then working its way into his bloodstream, taking him over and making him one of them. Jerome had seen that before, the understanding and the submission, the moment a little whore knew his life had changed forever. Now the older man delighted in pulling the rug out from under the young slut, keeping him off balance, fucking with his head. He laughed his low mirthless laugh. "Thing is I'm all out of safe cocks, all out of what dumb fucks like you call clean cocks. I just got thirty of the dirtiest, nastiest, fuckers a little whore like you could hope to meet. They've been enjoying the show, building up those heavy loads of cum they been saving up for you over the last few days. They ain't gonna be wasting it on your face or your back or your belly. It's all going where it needs to be - into your hole, into your blood, into your future. You ready for that?" The fear, no the panic, was back again for Jordyn. The understanding that he could still just walk away, go back to what he had been. Then he remembered that Jerome had locked the door behind him when he came into the room and what he had been told earlier. He had been given his chance to leave and he had rejected it. Now it was too late, now this was going to happen whether he wanted it or not. The men waiting for him knew that he had given his consent, had been warned that he might scream and struggle and ask them to stop. That would just be an act, supposedly, some of them might even believe it was. Most would understand it was just another little faggot finding out he was hopelessly out of his depth, realizing too late just what that meant. These were men of experience. You didn't front with men like this. They were here to fuck and to breed whether the little boi cunt provided tried to back out or not. Jordyn might get cold feet but his hole would still be hot, still crying out to be filled and ruined and corrupted. For many of the men if the little slut tried to fight back or escape it just made it all the hotter. Not that they were monsters. There was a safe word at all of these events and if the center of attention used it then they'd back off, that was understood. No matter how frustrating that was, no matter how much the little whore deserved their nut. That was one reason Jerome's events were in high demand. They had a safe word of course and Jerome and all of his invitees and customers knew it. Only the little femboi pussy didn't know it - him and maybe that trans bitch doing his make-up. Jordyn aka BoiFagBarbie could scream and fight and beg all he liked but he'd never be able to use the only word that could stop them using him just the way they liked. That fact gave a pleasing satisfaction to the men patiently waiting for the next act. These events were a rare treat - a few more minutes just added to the anticipation. Besides when the time came they could take any frustration at the wait out on that sweet little hole. *** "You done a good job girl - our little fag is looking good enough to eat." Spice was putting her kit away. Jordyn thrilled at his Owner's compliment and turned to look at him again. The sight made him shiver. Jerome's eyes just seemed ever more deep and dark, his high cheekbones ever more exposed. Was that just the lighting? Maybe - but the message of Jerome's eyes was clear. He was hungry - eager to consume his prey. He might genuinely enjoy Jordyn's good looks but only because it would increase the pleasure of ruining him, of destroying him. Jerome had never made any secret of that fact and yet Jordyn had come here and had given himself to the other man, a Black man old enough to be his grand-father. A man whose blood and seed carried the virus, untamed and devastatingly potent. A man who tonight would plant that seed into Jordyn's body, would do so in the hope of infecting him, of claiming him in a way that could never be reversed or denied. Jordyn had known all that and yet still he had come, he was here. That had to make him the stupidest faggot in the world but he didn't care. He knew he was made for this, just as Jerome had said, it was his destiny just as it was his doom. "Send our boy in." Jerome's words were acknowledged by Spice as she left. When the door closed behind her Jerome gave a little hum of satisfaction. "Thass better. I've always liked Spice but it was time she went. This is a time for men, men of the brotherhood. Spice goes her own way and that's her call but she has no place here now." The door reopened to admit the big man Jerome had called Bull. His suit had gone and been replaced by a leather harness that left much of his hairy, muscular, body exposed. Bull saw the look on the boy's face and laughed, a complaisant satisfied laugh. He'd seen that look many times before. Hunger and desire waging a battle with fear and concern. The first two almost always won out - Bull's cock ended up deep in boi pussy. That was certainly how it would end tonight. With Bull was a much smaller, younger, figure. A heart-stoppingly handsome young man of 5'8 or so, blonde hair just a little longer than most men would wear it, green eyes just a little accentuated by liner. His body was young and fit, marked only by small silver rings through his nipples. So different to Bull but Jordyn felt the same little rush of sexual attraction as he had when he saw the older man in his harness. Jerome clapped his hands twice and Jordyn quickly assumed the required position. Laid back in his chair with his legs bent and held up to leave his butt exposed. "Fine pussy," said the Bull. Jerome signalled to the younger man who moved forward. Jordyn's heart almost seemed to stop as the handsome young man dropped to his knees and Jordyn felt hands on his butt-cheeks, so gently easing them apart. A moment and then something warm and wet. A tongue teasing and then exploring him. Making him feel sooooo just fucking amazing! Jerome laughed his low smoker's laugh. "This here is Ash. Last time I arranged one of these events young Ash here was the central attraction. Just like you are now faggot. How'd it go Ash?" The tongue at Jordyn's ass was replaced by a finger, greasy with lube, which easily slid into the hole and made him gasp. That test passed the finger was joined by a second and then a third, making Jordyn moan with excitement. "It was amazing." Ash was answering Jerome's question. "So fucking good. Each time." They noticed the little faggot getting prepped by Ash listening hard to that. "Yeah," said Ash and his eyes were intense as he locked their gaze onto Jordyn's. "It took three events but I got what I wanted, what I needed. Two lines for a pregnant boi pussy. The freedom to live as I want to live - the undeniable knowledge of who I am and always have been." "So you made your decision about meds?" Jerome's voice broke into their communion. "I thought I had better go on them but the first type they tried didn't work." The young man's voice seemed unconcerned even as his words turned Jordyn's blood into ice water. "That's the vanilla shit - hardly ever works with our graduates. This brotherhood supplies some seriously potent strains. Nothing the Doctors can't tame with a little work - not yet at least." "I know," said Ash, his face a picture of delicious concentration as his fingers stretched and teased Jordyn's tender fresh hole, "but I've decided to just let it ride a while." He withdrew his fingers and again leaned forward to kiss and tongue the delicious fresh little hole. "Fuck yeah!" Jordyn couldn't help it. He had to let out just how fucking great it felt! "You thought about the other thing I asked you?" Jerome was talking to Ash as if Jordyn wasn't there. "Yeah - I, um, left my cage at home." Ash was working Jordyn's hole with a well lubed dildo now. Teasing his ring, tapping and gently entering again and again. Jordyn concentrated on relaxing and doing all he had learned to let the toy in. "Good - because you ain't a boy no more Ash. You are a young man and you'll never be more potent than you are right now. Almost sacrilege to waste that - when you have so much to offer the dumb little faggots out there." "I'm not sure yet." "I know - topping ain't been your thing but you'll know when the time comes. Just know I'm proud of you either way brother." Ash sent a look of pure joy and devotion towards Jerome and Jordyn, watching them, yearned to earn his owner's respect in the same way. "For the meantime you'll be in charge of the poppers Ash. Keep this dumb little slut supplied when he needs it." Bull had been watching too. Now he moved forward and eased Ash aside from Jordyn's hole. His own thick finger tapped at it and explored, his own eyes watched the little hole wink and open. "He's ready - let's get the main act started." Jerome stepped forward and pulled Jordyn's hair aside. The older man skilfully fastened a black leather collar around the faggot's neck and then attached a leash to it. When Jerome set off for the door Jordyn had no choice but to follow him. A few moments let him see the collar and its silver lettering in the mirror and though reversed he read the letters 'B - O - I - F - A - G - B' and knew how the lettering continued where he could not see it. 'A - R - B - I - E' That was who he was now. Not Jordan Myers the star student, not Jordyn the dumb faggot, now he was BoiFagBarbie and he knew what that meant. Now he was just a hole to be fucked As they went through the door there was a wave of noise as men cheered and stamped their feet. From the corner of his eye BoiFagBarbie saw Bull dispense with his black jock-strap. His cock was left unrestrained and standing proud. Ten inches of thick meat with a heavy pair of potent balls swinging beneath. Yes - the faggot formerly known as Jordyn was BoiFagBarbie now and he was about to learn what that really meant. ***

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So, I was quite busy again last week. My bf was on another business trip. Got loaded on Monday and Tuesday. And on Thursday I was finally topping again. 😉 Found this guy in a neighboring apartment building and he‘s really patient with me given that my topping skills are not the best. We want to meet again so I can practice more 😉 Tbh, I‘d love to top more. And I really appreciate to get the opportunity to practice with him. 🙂

I was at the local planet fitness. Hooked up in the showers with a young guy on grindr. I sucked a load of cum out of his sweet 7" cock and then chased it with his tasty piss. Took a lot of piss all over my face/head too. He never went soft. I figured he was finished, but he told me to get back on my knees and he fucked another load into my throat. All this in about 10 minutes!!! So hot sucking cock for cum in public!!

I am currently working on a the chapter where Timmy finally seroconverts and joins the order. But, in the meantime I found a pic that depicts Timmy’s body pretty accurately. This boys skin is too warm (Timmy’s skin is white, with no warm undertones) but his ass is very, very like this twinks.

Just bottomed Anon again for this guy I've never seen. He ate me out and tongue fucked me, fingered me and then pushed his bare cock in and fucked me until he shot his load inside me.

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

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Part 2 “Ah… yeah sure, I guess.” I had just seen him do it and he seemed normal to me, so I guessed there was nothing to worry about. I passed the last of the joint to Ben and then looked at Matt, not knowing how to do this. “Don´t worry, I´ll just do it and then pass it to you, okay?” he said, inhaling another hit. I wasn´t sure what he meant, but then he leaned closer, looking into my eyes, those thick lips still closed and I understood. I opened my mouth a little and he pressed his lips onto mine, exhaling his smoke into me. I realized quickly, that I hadn´t thought of exhaling my breath before taking the smoke, so my lung quickly were too full and I started coughing. Matt leaned back and looked at me concerned. “Uh, sorry, I never did this before and I guess I should expel my breath before taking someone else´s.” I shrugged apologetically.” Matt smiled. “No worries, first time for everything sexy. Let´s just try again.” He didn´t wait for a reply, just heated the pipe again, sucked in the smoke and then leaned in once more. This time, I knew what to expect and felt more relaxed. Also, this was a perfect excuse to kind of kiss this hot guy again, so I closed my eyes and met his lips after exhaling. Our lips touched, he passed the smoke to me and afterwards sealed my mouth with his lips, kissing me hard. This definitely turned into more than just passing some smoke! “Fuck guys, that´s so hot to watch!” said Ben, who looked at us over his shoulder while just slightly moving his ass along my cock to not disturb us. Matt withdrew and before I could exhale he said “Hold it in for a bit longer Jared, it takes a moment.” He heated the pipe again already, then nodded towards me. I exhaled. The smoke didn´t taste that strongly, especially compared to the pot before. He looked at me. “Are you okay? Feel anything?” I quickly assured him I was alright, but I didn’t feel different than before. “Good. Yeah you probably need a few more hits before you feel it. Let´s just share some more, okay?” He already inhaled the next hit and I nodded. Ben impaled himself on my cock roughly and then grinned at me. “I love that you do that while still inside of me!” I could just laugh at that before Matt leaned in again and we shared another hit of the stuff. We continued like that for a bit, each hit turning more into a makeout session with Matt than the last. At some point I felt my heart start to race and my face to flush, but I couldn´t say if it was from the situation or the T. But fuck, I felt good! When I looked around I saw Matt and Ben looking at me, grinning. Ben had pushed down Matt´s shorts and underwear and was stroking his cock while Matt handled the torch. And fuck, what a cock that was! It must have been like eight inches long and it was thick, the foreskin gliding over an arrow shaped glans that was already coated in lots of precum, while the cock became thicker towards the base. Massive was the only word to describe it, I thought. “Haha, now you definitely feel it, don´t you?” Matt laughed. “Yeah, I do.” I answered, almost ashamed that I had stared for probably a couple of seconds at his cock. But – the shame I expected didn´t really come up. I just felt wonderful, so I said “Man, you have such a great cock!” “Thank you sweety!” Matt answered, passing the torch and lighter to Ben, then taking his left to cradle the back of my head and pull me closer. Now he full on kissed me with his lips and tongue and I felt so excited! I heard Ben using the lighter, so he must have already known the stuff, which made me feel even more at ease. Matt took my right hand with his and wrapped it around his cock, before he started thrusting his cock into my hand. It felt so hot handling this dick! I had jerked off with other guys, but this cock in my hand was something entirely different! And, well. The whole situation around it, of course. Ben looked at us over his shoulder and motioned to us. Matt understood immediately and used his hand at my head to push me towards him. I emptied my lungs and took Ben´s smoke into me. Then I slowly exhaled and a massive cloud escaped. He seemed to be good at this! Ben grinned at me, took another turn at the pipe and fed me the smoke again. This was so fucking hot! I emphasized that with a hard thrust into Ben, that made him gasp and then laugh. “Seems like you… like … that…!” He said, between my thrusts. I had taken my hand absentmindedly from Matts cock and had put it with my other on Ben´s shoulders for more leverage. Matt was still standing at our side, grinning at the show before him and then taking the pipe and lighter, inhaling and exhaling two big clouds while we watched him, his hard cock still standing pretty much straight up, just bending a bit down at the tip. Then Matt motioned for me again and I hesitated. “I don´t know, I feel pretty good already…” I said, my mind going so fast. Ben said: “Oh don´t worry, it just gets better. It´s not like weed, where it’s too much if you continue at the best point. Just take a bit more!” Matt looked at me with big eyes, his pupils dilated, his lips curled to a smile, his cock twitching. He came in and I accepted the smoke into my lungs. Then Matt put a finger on my lips, keeping me from exhaling. “You know what’s hot? Blow it on my cock…” My eyes grew big in surprise, but I guess nothing could happen there. And… I wanted to suck his cock I realized. So I nodded, reaching for his cock, blowing the smoke at it and then caressing his tip with my tongue, sucking up quite the amount of precum. Matt laughed. I looked up at him. “That´s hot man, but really, I meant blowing it around my cock while it’s in your mouth. Let’s do another, okay?” he Said, pushing the stem of the glas pipe between my lips. So I inhaled again. “Hold it for a moment. Let it help you let go Jared. Keep it in your lungs and let it get into your blood and to your brain…” He said in a low, almost hypnotic voice. I kept it for like 20 seconds, then pushed his cock towards my face again and began to really suck it, wrapping my lips around it. When I held a sizeble part of it between my lips, I exhaled the cloud. It was still some white coming out, but much less than I had expected. “Again sweety… That looked so sexy. Next time look up at me, while you do it, okay?” I wanted to ask him, how that could work with me bending down for his cock, but he had already put the stem between my lips, tipped my whole head around with his hands and was lighting the pipe. If I turned my head this way, I could actually look up at him and see his sexy smile I realized… And I grinned back, while I sucked. First the pipe, then his dick. Fuck, it was so majestic, I thought. Having such a big dick must be great and annoying at once… But for sucking, I loved it. While I was mostly top, I really liked sucking nice dicks and could usually deepthroat them. Not so much Matt´s cock, of course. But I could still get a lot of it in my mouth I thought proudly. People who don´t have such a wide jaw as me would probably not stand a chance. So… Then maybe I can be one of his best suckers? The thought occurred to me like I wanted to make Matt proud of me. I looked at him and he had a wide grin on his face. I realized then, that I still held the cloud and slowly exhaled around his cock. “Wow!” Matt said, “you really know how to suck man. And that looked amazing, seeing it vanish in your mouth and your eyes on me, then the cloud escaping your lips… fuck!” His cock twitched and I tasted another bit of precum, but before I could savor it, Matt pulled my head up to his and kissed me again for what felt like an eternity. I´m not sure if I had ever felt such lips… He moved around me slightly, his mouth moving from my lips and along my neck. I could just moan. Neck really was my thing… well, I guess everybody´s, to an extent. Matt licked along my neck, his one hand gripping and cradling my head from the left side. Then… I felt it. First I didn´t realize it in the fog of what was happening. But Matt´s cockhead definitely went slowly into my crack, seeking out my asshole like a heat seeking missile, while Matt slightly pushed against my upper body with his and pushed me towards Ben with his hand on my head.

Chapter 18 - The Second Encounter "Not bad, not bad at all." The Bull savoured the taste of his cognac as he watched the screen in the meeting room. "You mean your liquor or my little faggot in there," asked Jerome. "Oh I know that my brandy is good," said the Bull, "no surprises there but with one of these faggy femboi types you never can be sure until they've had their guts painted with Poz seed." "Until they know its too late to turn back." Jerome nodded and took another drink from his own expensive vintage spirit. "Quite the pretty boi isn't he." It was now quite clear that the Bull's attention was on the screen's images rather than a mere drink. "He knows it," confirmed Jordyn's owner, "and he's real proud of it too. Well you know what they say - pride comes before a fall." With that Jerome signalled to the next group. The ten men had been waiting impatiently and lost no time in heading for the door. They had plans for a certain little faggot. *** Jordyn remained splayed over the sofa's back, his fresh pale skin contrasting with the well-used black leather of the furniture. It wasn't an entirely natural position but Jordyn didn't want to move. He felt the after effects of the roughing up that the street men had given him - the slight fatigue and the tenderness in his body - but that wasn't what had his attention and his imagination. He had been fucked! He thought he could still feel the man's hands on his hips, the man's seed in his hole, the man's cock opening him up in an initially uncomfortable but nonetheless wonderful way. He remembered the pain and the fullness but most of all he remembered the moment when the man had cum inside his tight little hole. The most important moment of his life. It wasn't just that it proved to others who he was - it had also proved it to himself. Jordyn Myers didn't have to fantasize about being BoiFagBarbie any more - now Jordyn WAS BoiFagBarbie. If he had any doubts the seed leaking from his hole onto his thighs removed them. It was wonderful - the best moment of his entire, previously unfulfilled and whitebread, life. He wanted to just stay there and luxuriate in the feeling for all eternity. However, this event hadn't been planned and arranged for the benefit of a dreamy little faggot. There were men that needed satisfying and ten more of them were about to come through the door. Men perfectly selected for just what they could bring to the party. Jerome, the boy's owner, was an artist in such things. He had spent years in the sexual underground of the city. The adult book stores, the saunas, the very private clubs and the distinctly public cruising locations. He knew them all and he knew the men who frequented them. He had a talent for selecting men with the right equipment, the right attitudes and the right desires. Status didn't need to be discussed with these men. Most had ink that didn't leave much doubt. All were active in a scene where condoms were as rare as the proverbial honest lawyer. They were all men of experience, men who had been on the scene long enough to be reliable or, at least, reliably unreliable. Most of this group of men, as with the last group, were probably on meds but that didn't matter - their role tonight and their pleasures didn't relate to that. As the door crashed open Jordyn tried to lift himself off the sofa. He managed it but he felt the fatigue in his limbs, the result of all that carefully judged treatment by the first group to use him. He felt a little weird as he stood up - partly dizziness but also maybe something to do with all that cum he had swallowed. He was just regaining his equilibrium when the first two men reached him. A boot hooked round his naked ankle and allied with a rough hand at the base of his neck Jordyn was forced back over the sofa. The flat of a hand dealt him a stunning blow on the back of his head but he still felt fingers at his hole, exploring the evidence of what he had done. The fingers weren't gentle. "Dirty little fag has got himself bred. Looks like that writing on his back is right. Kinda cool that we all qualify." Jordyn remembered what Clyde the tattoo artist had written there - in ink slightly faded but still very legible. 'FRESH BOI PUSSY VIRGIN UNTIL BAREBACK ONLY POZ CUM ONLY.' "I'll put that fucker right," said a man and Jerome felt something on his back. As he heard the laughter and jeers of the men around him he knew what the amendment had been. The second line had been crossed out. He felt a little rush of pleasure and pride. "Can't have a little cumdump like this pretending to be no virgin." The man in front of Jordyn was in his early forties, powerfully built with short dark hair and a beard. "Still he's real pretty for a whore." The man clamped his hand over Jordyn's face covering the femboy's nose and mouth. Jordyn felt the warmth emanating from that hand, the smell of engine oil just apparent on it seemed to merge into the man's essential masculinity. He had no desire to resist, even if there had been a point, but he still needed to breathe. He had to open his mouth wide and try to gain some oxygen but as soon as he did so the man moved his hand. Freeing Jordyn's nose but pushing four fingers into his mouth. Now there was the taste of him - masculine, experienced and dominant. Jordyn knew that he could bite those fingers but the very idea was ridiculous. He was here to serve, to please these men, to be their plaything and their toy. Even as the hand pushed in further, stretching his mouth so that the meaty fist could slide inside. Jordyn felt the man's other hand grasp his hair and hold him in place. The man worked his fist in Jordyn's mouth a little making the femboy gag and groan but all that came out were animalistic noises. There was laughter and the man withdrew his fist leaving the boi gasping and spitting out long strings of drool from his mouth. The bearded man showed Jordyn his hand, wet with saliva, then used it to slap the femboy hard across the face. "Pretty or not - a dumb little faggot whore is all you are ain't it boy." Jordyn felt the burning sting in his cheek, felt the blood rushing to his face in reaction and excitement and shame. "Yes sir - treat me like a worthless little whore." The words ran into themselves in his desperation to express how he felt. "Tongue out," snarled the man before looking at the men around him and the boy. "Ain't no-one fucking this useless boi cunt yet?" Jordyn put his tongue out and felt the man lay his fingers upon it. A moment and then the hand was in his mouth again. Filling him and blocking off his air passages. Making him gag and cough even as he felt the warmth and weight of a body behind him, a cock finding and exploring his hole. The bearded man was holding Jordyn's hair again, keeping his head right where the man wanted it, but now other hands were holding him too. Making sure he was going nowhere. The man behind him pushed but the boy was just a little too tight. Once again the fist came out of Jordyn's mouth and opened its fingers, came down on the boy's face with a sharp slap. Jordyn coughed and gasped and spat out thick drool. The bearded man had collected some of the saliva and spread it on his big hard cock. "Switch," he muttered. "You are giving up that fucking hole faggot and you best relax or this thing will rip you apart." Jordyn knew there would be no little bottle this time. No lube either except for his own drool and that poz load already in his hole. He tried to get himself in the zone, to relax his whole self even in the midst of such stimulation and excitement. 'I was born for this, I was born for this, I was born for this....' The mantra ran through his mind as he felt himself carried down onto the sofa itself and turned over. Hands dragging him to one end so that his head hung down against the leather. More strong hands grasped his thighs and held his legs up and apart. Men were talking but Jordyn couldn't grasp or understand their words. He didn't try to look either - his whole self was invested in relaxing, in giving himself, in repeating those five words. "I was born for this, I was born for this, I was born for this..." He fought the inclination to tense up, kept repeating those words as a foreign body pressed against him and entered him. His second man, his second cock. Again a mixture of pain and stimulation and a feeling of utter fulfilment. He was born for this - born for men to fuck and seed and ruin. The cock inside him was moving now, each insistent thrust opening him up that little bit more. Another big cock appeared in front of his face and tapped at it. Jordyn knew what was required of him and opened his mouth. A hand clamped onto his throat and held him there, his head back against the leather, his mouth open. The cock was thrust into his mouth, repeatedly thrust hard so that it pounded the back of Jordyn's throat. The surrounding men laughed and cheered as the boy's eyes opened wide and his cheeks grew red. His boi pussy was taking a real pounding now but they knew the faggot's attention was on trying to get air despite the cock filling his mouth and the hand clasping his throat. These men knew their business. At the moment the boy seemed about to break the cocks would be withdrawn from his holes and the men would move round. Leaving Jordyn just enough time to gasp in air, his boi cunt just enough time to recover, before the next man took his turn. Time was not an issue, the boy's preferences were not an issue. Each of the men enjoyed his turn in the boy's mouth and each fucked that tight hole. Only after he had made the full circuit, his face covered with his own drool, was the young man dragged off the sofa and put onto his knees with the men around him, their strong hands working their hard cocks. Cocks that now demanded a further sacrifice. Jordyn could only kneel there and look up at them, gaze in admiration at their wonderful hard cocks. His own hand dropped down but touched only the metal of his cage. Once again he understood how wise Jerome and Spice were. This wasn't for his pleasure. Instead he put his hands behind his back, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. The first of the men reacted, grunting and cumming hard. Strong pulses of hot thick seed across Jordyn's face and tongue. He tasted the rich cum in his mouth but did not need to swallow any, instead letting it slide off his tongue and down onto his body. Feeling its warmth and consistency on his skin he knew it felt good. Two more men moved up closer and shot their loads, heavy streams of cum spurting at the boy from two directions now. Coating his cheeks and tongue with their potent male essence. Jordyn was breathing hard now and felt the need to close his mouth and swallow. He did so and at that moment the next man shot. His load streaked over the femboy's nose and as he moved in reaction the next pulse coated the opening of his nostrils. Now all he could taste and smell was cum. He barely even registered the next man's load landing on his face. The separate streams were meeting each other on his skin now, the men's cum mingling on his body. It seemed to be everywhere on his face and sliding down his young pale body in little streams. The sixth (or was it seventh) man shot his load - its first stream a little weaker than Jordyn was used to. He eased forward to make sure he got it and the second stream pulsed heavier and stronger, the cum just barely missing his right eye. Jordyn closed his eyes as third and fourth pulses of seed coated his nose and eyelids. "No you don't you little fucker." That was the bearded man's voice and now Jordyn felt fingers pull his eyelids up, forcing him to open his eyes and stare up at two men as they wanked their cocks. He knew he should struggle or move but he didn't. He just watched as the first man's body tensed. A moment later the cum hit Jordyn, with unerring accuracy, straight in his left eye. Muthafucker! It stung and hurt bad but Jordyn couldn't close his temporarily blinded eye, strong fingers held it open. He could, for the moment, see only out of his right eye. The other man moved up close, making sure he wouldn't miss, then did the same for Jordyn's remaining eye. The salty sting of pain, cum and tears, his howls of protest and the men's laughter. The fingers finally released his eyelids but blinking only seemed to make it worse at first. Hands grabbed him and pulled him back onto the sofa. He blinked and sobbed desperately until finally he began to see something through the mess. He looked down his body and saw the bearded man. The man moved up close and reached for Jordyn's cage with one hand while with his other he stroked purposefully at his own cock. The humiliation and stimulation of being used by these men had resulted in Jordyn's dicklet straining hard against the unyielding tight restraint of his cage. He wondered if the man would try to release him but should have released that was not on the agenda, would never be on the agenda. Instead the man reached two fingers forward to the junction of Jordyn's balls and his hidden small shaft. The fingers stroked expertly a couple of times and the femboy felt his release. Felt his own cum dribble out of his cage and onto the skin of his firm pale stomach. The bearded man moved forward so that his own hard cock dominated and overshadowed Jordyn's caged clitty. A couple of harder strokes to his cock and the man was cumming too. Heavy pulses of seed that seemed to cover Jordyn's belly, to mix with and overwhelm his own cum. "There you go," the man finally said with a satisfied finality. His fingers mixed the cum on the femboy's skin. "Real men's seed, Poz seed, with that puny weak neg jizz of yours. Mix them together and soon enough its all Poz." He used a hand to scoop up some of the mixed seed, watched by an almost mesmerized Jordyn, then brought his hand up to smear the residue onto the unresisting face of the young femboy. The bearded man brought his other hand up to Jordyn's throat. There was, again, no resistance. The boy knew his place and looked into the man's eyes even as the fingers tightened on his throat, cut off the flow of air. The two men's eyes remained locked together, an undeniable connection being maintained, until finally the younger man's eyes widened a little. The bearded man watched closely as the young faggot lost consciousness, careful to remove his fingers at that precise moment. You had to know what you were doing if you played such games. Mistakes wouldn't be tolerated. There were another thirty men yet to have their fun with this slutty little bitch, *** Jordyn stretched out and felt the delicious languor of deserved fatigue in his young muscles. He felt that he was on a beach, naked, with the sound of a gurgling stream in his ears. No - not one gurgling stream - there were two. At that moment he heard a third stream and felt the warmth of moisture on his body. The stream was on his legs and then his belly, then a separate stream on his face. He hadn't moved so how had the streams come to meet him? His dreaming mind couldn't quite grasp that but now a stronger sense began to break through into his reverie. His sense of smell. Streams should have the fresh scent of water and not stink of... "Oh my God!! Oh no! Please - please stop - no - please no - you can't - please nooo..." He was suddenly awake and gabbling out words as the three men standing above him continued to piss on his body while he lay there in the wet-room. Despite all of his protests and pleadings the men continued until they were done and he never moved out of the way. "You needed cleaning down - take a look." Jordyn recognised the voice and he again felt fingers clamp on his hair and pull him up onto his unsteady feet. He was held in front of a mirror and looked at himself there. It hadn't been long before that he had looked so pretty, so delicious, courtesy of his own natural advantages and Spice's skilful make-up. Now Jordyn looked a total mess. Drying cum all over a face streaked with black where his eye make-up had run. Eyes themselves red and blood-shot. Another part of his face apparently washed clean but showing the start of a bruise from one of the harder slaps he had been given. There were other marks on his body, where fingers had gripped or pinched or slapped his delicate young skin. Most of all, however, there was the smell. He stank of piss - his body, his hair, everything. "Filthy little piss pig cumdump whore - that's what you is. What are you boy?" "I'm a filthy little piss pig cumdump whore sir." The bearded man laughed. "How'd a fine young man like you turn out to be such a worthless piece of shit faggot?" Jordyn knew the camera was recording all of this and knew just what to say. "I don't know - you'd have to ask my parents. They made me who I am." Once again the man laughed before shoving the femboy into the shower and turning on the water. A few minutes rest and recuperation were in order for the little cunt. He wasn't doing at all bad so far but the best was most definitely yet to come. ***

As a reasonably hung and very hard top, I do love hearing and seeing my boys squirm and struggle for a bit to take me to the hilt. Early on felt a bit guilty about that until I realized while they never admit to *liking* it per se - they almost always keep coming back for more. So there is a thing there even if you aren't a power bottom.

Timmy’s First Ritual Fuck Timmy shuddered, chest low to the floor, his back burning with a ritual pattern of bullwhip marks. Six strokes—two to form an upside down cross and then a big “X” that ran from the front of his shoulder all the way across each of his curvaceous butt cheeks. Cruel titclamps clamped both his nipples and then joined a chain that connected them to a clamp that bit into his sore cock head, keeping it flat against his body. The chain was tight, and cruel little solid silver weights pulled on his tits and sore cock. His little cock was bright red, covered in welts, because his lord and master Dimitri had whipped it with a cock whip before striking it with a whip of electrical wire. Timmy’s body was utterly hairless. Over his time of waiting for seroconversion, every single hair below his neck had been removed by laser, and at the very start of the Ritual, Dimitri had gently and reverently, shaved Timmy’s head. He spoken softly in his beloved boys ears, so softly that none of the other boys could head, “I am going to give you more pain than you’ve ever taken, more pain than I will ever inflict again. It’s essential to our joining—you must offer your body first to the Dark Lord, in the Rites of Pain, before the God of Revelry comes and we celebrate the Rites of Ecstacy.” Timmy had known this all intellectually for weeks, but here and now, with his body covered in welts and his tits and cock in agony, with his hole stuffed by the big metal fist of a life-sized solid-silver replica of Dimitri’s arm that protruded like an obscene tail out of his butt, he was feeling scared. The thing was fucking heavy, and it was held steady by a crazy cart of solid walnut. It was an ancient piece of silverwork, and Dimitri’s Dragon didn’t even remember which of the Crones had gifted it to him. Apparently, it resized itself supernaturally to the size of each new bearers arm, out of sight in one of the Dragon’s many lairs deep in a mountain somewhere in Eastern Europe. Timmy was nearly in tears. He was convinced he was going to be ripped apart by the giant silver diodo, and he didn’t know how he could take anymore pain. Anything his beloved master had done to prepare him, it just wasn’t enough. He wanted to start screaming that he couldn’t do it, but still he stayed put. Partially because kneeling next to him was his best friend of 16 weeks, Jerome’s gorgeous muscle hunk of a boy, Jack, who was tenderly stroking Timmy’s hair—damp from sweat from his long ordeal—and whispering quietly in his ear. As Timmy’s sponsor (and budding best friend), it was Jack’s job to comfort Timmy, to keep him strong, to tell he could do it. Like Timmy, Jack’s pretty blond head of hair was shaven to match his hairless, perfectly muscular fireplug-hunk body—all the other companions, Conrad’s tall lanky party boy, Julio, and Daddy Pedro little former bullfighter, Julio Juan, had also shaven their heads. The taking of a companion was nearly the highest rite in their Brotherhood, and the highest rite an individual Coven could celebrate, and so all of the oldest traditions of submission and servitude had to be observed. All of the companions had been marked at the same time as Timmy, first with the slicing bullwhip marking a pattern, the slaves and their masters chanting—well, the slaves actually yelled/screamed the words, as the whip sliced their flesh, “We offer the Dark Lord this pain as a sacrifice.” Timmy had taken longer than anyone in recent memory to seroconvert. He had gone nearly the whole 12 weeks that represented the biological end-limit of the process. They knew he was poz—modern testing could detect infection within days and Conrad was a world-renowned HIV specialist—but until his conversion he could not be joined. Timmy had to set out two entire lunar cycles, missing the ordinary rites, and feeling uncertain and insecure. He knew he was bonded to Dimitri, but the process was incomplete. The other four Companions in the Coven comforted him as best they could. They remembered the weird feeling of belonging, the bond that was so strong but somehow incomplete, that sense of a missing piece of one’s soul. Timmy had seroconverted in the early morning after the last full moon. Dimitri was not even home yet from the big afterparty, held at the vast club he and his Brothers owned, the world-famous Animal House. When he came home, he wept with joy, kissing Timmy tenderly and whispering sweet nothings in his ear, even as he greased up his massive cock and rammed it home inside the squealing, suffering aching boy. In fact, as Timmy got weaker and more sick over the next two weeks, Dimitri’s libido increased at least three fold, and he fucked Timmy more often and harder than ever, so great was his pleasure that Timmy’s very DNA was submitting to his own. Dimitri had been delayed from his first sweet fuck of his newly toxic boy, be use it It was very common for Covens in large cities to own a gay/queer nightclub and always the best in the the city. These dens of iniquity resolved around the very intersection of sex, drugs, and danger which powered the Brotherhood’s worship of the Janus-faced gods of pain and pleasure. And so, the Animal House was always especially busy and intense on the nights the Covens held their rites. And the music always followed the rhythm of the Coven’s secret worship as the DJ—always a bearer on these special nights—drove the beats in such a way that the club revelers aided and participated in the order’s worship, albeit unknowingly. Those members of the Coven who were not officiating in the rites enjoyed a glittering cocktails and cocaine party in the Coven’s huge public hall, located just a block away from Animal House. It was a gorgeous space, dramatically lit by torchlight, with beautiful tapestries around the walls, and it was always filled with gay luminaries from the city and beyond. Tonight, while Timmy and the others were prepared and then participated in the first of the rites of the Hours of Pain in the secret soundproofed basement, the monthly party was packed with gorgeous men and woman from all over the globe. Ostensibly they were all members of a major animal welfare charity or keen amateur zoologists. This was the reason the non-Cognoscenti, the muggles if you will, were told to explain why so many foreigners were present with gorgeous animal tattoos proudly displayed in their silk or linen togas. One could recognize the Bearers easily by their tattoos, but the Companions were only recognizable to the initiated by the quality of the gold cuffs and crowns they wore. Bearers and their Companions wore priceless antiques worked in solid, shimmering gold, usually with forms in the shape of the animal, with jeweled eyes, whose supernatural life they shared. While Timmy and company were having their cock and balls tortured and their backs sliced up open by cruel whips, many people from the Coven’s leaderships’ past were greeting one another, toasting with champagne and sharing discrete bumps of cocaine in corners—gay police officers were guests, after all. Rory was there, with his gorgeous, very tall very muscular, and very dark, Russian master bearing a Siberian tundra wolf. The wolf’s grey brown coloring contrasted beautifully with the stud’s black, long, curly hair and dark skin. And in a surprise blessing, the Great Stag had sent the Eudaemon twins, Lars and Anders. Rory was regaling his master and a group of intensely handsome Japanese Bearers he’d never met with tales of his days of servitude in the Temple with his arms around his companions during that time, the twins. As the clock approached midnight, the start of the Rites, the festival hall began to clear. A select group of special friends, Bearers and Companions, all male or male-identified of course, for each Coven was segregated by gender—and then a large crowd of Coven members who were not supernaturals stayed behind. The other guests departed en masse for Animal House, just a few blocks away. There they knew the music would be dark and pulsing, as the power of their queer revelry—joined by a supernatural bond to the huge secret hall located directly underneath the huge club’s main dance floor—would help power the Rites of Offering. Once the striking, tall young black slave who was Master of Ceremonies for this party—feeling quite stressed, as he often had Jack by his side for this—had certified that all present bore the elegantly engraved cards of invitation, blood red the color of Dimitri’s dragon’s eyes, and that all the outer and inner doors were locked, he swept back the tapestries along the long back wall revealing the entrance to the subterranean ceremonial space. Inside the tunnel, each guest picked up a flaming torch and began the slow march to the beat of a distant drum. New guests oohed and ahhhed at the quality of the depiction of the Stag’s Great Forest—at 25 years, the Coven was young but it was hugely wealthy—and admired with wonder the enchanted ceiling depicting stars leading towards the shining moon that illuminated the big ceremonial hall. The hall was a large oval, and the walls were decorated with a detailed fresco of a clearing in the Great Stag’s Forest. This would turn from dark night to bright morning when this, the third and final hour of pain, had concluded. In the center of the space was the sacred Pentagram rendered in snowy white against a jet black floor. One man and one bound slave would take a point around the central circle, which due to the nature of tonight’s proceedings would be occupied by Timmy and Dimitri, as they were the absolute focus of the power of these Rites. All around the room sexual energy pulsed. And once the gorgeous black emcee knew everyone was in place he rang the first bell. All around the room the99 men and99 slaves removed their tunics with practiced elegance. Hot male bodies of every size and shape glistened with sexual heat, every cock straining hard, as the men bent and stowed their tunics and priceless gold body ornaments in the big walnut chests. With reverence, the civilian slaves and supernatural Companions removed leather arm bands and wristbands and cock rings from the chest. It was all each leather family’s own gear, placed with great attention to the seating chart, as carefully calculated as any elaborate gay wedding. For that’s what this was, only far more profound. As the slaves arrayed their masters’ bodies in gorgeous, leather gear, they offered small kisses to the body part, a lascivious kiss to a bicep, an adoring kiss to a much-desired Bear belly, or a small light one to a big fat penis so as to not trigger an orgasm. Then, in turn, their masters’ knelt and arrayed their beloved slaves, softly stroking their beautiful bodies and whispering tender words of encouragement. For despite these being highly experienced slaves, some with centuries of BDSM experience, the hour of pain during a high ritual was intense. All of the dark energy produced by the twisted, Tina-fueled thousands of revelers dancing to the darkest club music on earth upstairs at Animal House was already channeling into the walls, building a dark battery to release exactly at the hour of midnight. Individual worship spaces were just big enough for each man and his slave, and just big enough to apply a strap or a tawse, and to weight and torture balls, cocks, or tits. Another bell sounded, and the slaves assumed a position on the apparatus in front of them. It was flexible gear, solid walnut with black leather padding. It could be configured to anything from a fuck bench—perfect for a strapping, or—attached to the ceiling by the chains that hung just above the field of vision—as a sling. Once everyone was settled, the emcee indulged in a dramatic pause, allowing six beats of the drum. Those with supernatural vision could see that the massive crowd of dancers at the nightclub above jad generated a huge battery of dark energy, the walls pulsing to the beat of the drum, ready to be released in a wave of intense pain with the first squeeze of a ball or strike against flesh. The the emcee rang a huge, ancient brass gong, a gift to this temple by the Kyoto Coven were Pedro and Julio had lived in the 1950s as friends of the Coven, helping with the aftermath of World War II. The assembled men chanted “The Dark Lord demands pain,” and then their slaves with leather paddle or ball hammer or punch to nuts. the same time. As the slaves groaned, screamed, and cried out, the walls were visibly throbbing and all the torches, which lined the aisles shifted to red flames and the pentagram also glowed red. Then a door slid open on the wall opposite the entrance and the sacred procession entered. At the head was one of the two civilian (non supernatural) members of the executive leadership of the Coven. Brother Mark was a big, tall muscly-plump bear, with dark golden brown fur, his hairy chest glistening. He carried a large lifelike mask of the Great Stag and he would be high priest tonight, and occupy the top point of the Pentagram, with his bound slave, a tall wiry Otter whose pretty, dark fur had been shaved. Immediately behind him, stood Dimitri, decked out in gorgeous black bejeweled leather gear, his love of fisting indicated in a thick row of rubies on his huge right bicep, his massive cock, somehow harder and more impressive tonight, enclosed in a gorgeous embossed leather cock ring. He carried a leash, which attached to a the wide, uncomfortable collar around Timmy’s head, that forced the gorgeoús slaves face upright as he crawled. Behind Timmy stood Dr. Alex Fontaine, the French-Canadian psychiatrist who ran the Coven-sponsored center for queer mental health. He was tall, with a commanding Gallic nose and slim, very muscular body. His long thick cock, pierced with a huge Prince Albert, was raging hard. He held the leash of his Chinese-born pain pig slave, Han. (The striking slender African emcee was Brother Alex’s other slave.) Han was bound, as were all the Companions behind him, standing upright, his arms roped tightly behind him, making his massive chest bulge. Like Timmy and his brother offerings, his tits and penis were connected by a weighted chain and alligator clips. The group moved forward until all were just inside the huge room. Then Alex, acting in his capacity as Master of Pain, leaned forward and struck Timmy’s curvy ass with his crop. Timmy shouted, as best he could, “Fuck me with thy hard rod, Dark Lord, take my suffering as an offering.” On this words Alex gently but firmly pushed another section of the huge metal dildo into Timmy, stretching his pussy lips even thinner.. Timmy cried out, his face a rictus of pain, and he burst into sweat afresh, as he, like all of the men, was not yet high. Then a gong sounded and all the tops produced a point, holding it high. Lars and Anders stepped forward, into the light carrying a gorgeous box carved with the images of Great Stag. Conrad and Dimitri burst into wide grins, the first experience of anything resembling levity in these solemn proceedings. They quickly schooled their expressions as the twins approached, and stopped in front of the big man playing the role of the Great Stag. They bowed their head sharply then opened the box and presented it to the big man. They said loudly, in unison, “A gift from the Great Stag to honor his special relationship with this Coven.” All around the room those who’d been in the Coven years ago when Conrad took his boy, Julio, there emerged little murmurs of excitement. The big man held the box aloft, inside gleamed dozens of loaded points, glowing with a mix of Tina and the sacred blue fluid of the Great Temple. Those who seen the identical gift given to Conrad knew that there was a point for every slave present. And that underneath, in the many layers of the ancient box, enveloped in gorgeous, ancient, black velvet, would be enough vials of the liquid to keep the Coven supplied for the next six lunar cycles. Several junior coven members appeared now, dressed in discrete black robes, and began distributing a vial to every member of the assembly. It would be consumed after the Great Binding was complete, after the hour of pain was completely and Timmy’s sweet pussy had milked a load from his Lord Dimitri, all the supernatural cocks had grown to size, and the Time of Revelry, the worship of all that was hedonistic, was in full swing. All around the room men sighed, it was a good to be associated with a Coven led by two of the Great Stag’s most favored brothers. The entire room gasped, a the twins produced another smaller box, with silver work of ancient beauty and a big onyx and silver spider’s web on top. Rory smiled darkly and squeezed his beloved master Igor’s shoulder hard. Rory knew that was the personal mark of the Twins of the Spiders, the big muscle Germans, born to a long line of the Temples servant, who performed the Rites of Pain with the offerings in the Great Temple. Conrad and Julio also shared a dark smile, as they knew what was inside. The twins nodded at the big man playing the Great Stag, tonight’s High Priest, and he stepped aside. They presented the box to Dimitri. “A gift,” Lars said, “A mark of affection from the Spider Twins for you, Lord Dragon.” Dimitri was already smiling that same dark smile. He knew it was the same as the gift for Conrad had been those many years ago. He bowed his head sharply to Lars and Anders, acknowledging the gift. And opened it, looking at it reverently for a moment. He then held it aloft. Nestled in more black velvet was a an ancient thick needle with a very long and ancient glass and silver syringe. Inside was a quantity of Tina perfectly calibrated to Timmy’s size and level of drug experience. The entire thing was worked with a delicate filigree of silver spiders webs. Inside a substance black as night glowed with an unholy, toxic sexual light. Dimitri held it up, “Behold, the Dark Lord honors my union with the closest thing we can obtain of his own cursed strain.” Dimitri paused and gulped, he knew Timmy would struggle to transition into the Rites of Ecstacy, as the substance inside the vial would bring out his most hidden needs for pain. Getting himself together, Dimitri spoke again loudly, “This is a blood point, drawn at the Great Temple Rites, from the black glowing veins of the Temple offering slave. Drawn at the exact moment he has finally submitted to the total destruction of the Dark Lord, at the second before Dionysus comes to bring him back to light. It is a rare and special gift, for it is very difficult to hold a slave’s arm still as he submits to the ecstacy of the Horn of Plenty’s destruction of his puss, and even harder to time when he submits.” Dimitri sighed, it was a got meant as a kindness, the true reason behind the gift. The slam would transform little Timmy, making him a total pain whore on the level of Han or Rory or Jack, and while it would intensify his suffering, it would also open the door to his lifetime enjoyment of pain and sexual suffering. Lars held out his hand, took Dimitri’s original slam, and said “We will keep this safe for your beloved’s first pleasure slam, at a time you determine during the Rites of Ecstacy, the dark intent and dark prayers uttered during its preparation will only enhance his bond with you, his pleasure, and his joy. You know all this Lord Dragon, be at peace with our Dark Lord, his demands, and his servants.” After Dimitri nodded, his face a mask now without emotion, he handed his original prepared point over to the twins who retreated to their position near the emcee. The gong rang again, and the points were again presented. The entire assembly chanted “With this drug, we connect ourselves to the energies of the Dark Lord, we offer the pain that follows as our sacrifice.” Then points inserted in slave necks, arms, or cocks at precisely the same moment—Covens always acted in strangely connected ways during the Rites—then registered, then pointed, in unison. As the slam hit home, and the needles were withdrawn the men stood and grabbed their instruments of pain. As the assembled slaves started shouting in response to their punishment, the dark energy from the walks began flowing, as a wind blowing, all the torches went out and then sprang back with an even more intense red. Brother Alex, as Master of Pain, unhooked the metal dildo prepared to push it a bit further into the boy. But Timmy, his entire body glowing black with the Dark Lords energy, shouted with great gusto, “Fuck me with thy hard rod, Dark Lord, take my suffering as my offering.” At that his hole stretched wide and the entire length of the dildo slid into his guts, the big metal visible through his perfect white abdomen, like a silver ghostly alien. Despite the ways the dark energy inside him made Timmy crave pain and punishment, he still cried out as the huge tool stretched him deep and had. Then each man in the Pentagram delivered one punishing crack of his bullwhip on the back of his offering. Around the room, pain was inflicted as they all chanted the ritual words. The Procession proceeded apace, stopping six times, for the recitation of the ritual words of offering and the infliction of agony to all the slaves via bullwhip. By the end, all of the offerings were staggering, mouths open and drooling, their minds lost in a euphoria triggered by the big slams and the intense pan they had endured on their sacred journey. Yet somehow they always chanted on cue, saying the ritual words of offering. Finally, they reached the Pentagram and the men and their slaves each took their places. Timmy remained on his hands and knees, in the center point, with Dimitri behind him. The slave was facing forward, as the ritual chants about pain and the Dark Lord continued. The dark wind blew stronger and more powerful, ebbing and flowing with the solemn, beat of the drum. Those with supernatural sight could see the dark energies flowing into the boy, even as his ass and tummy bucked and sagged under the weight of the heavy metal arm embedded inside it and his back bled from his fresh welts. The metal arm inside him now glowed with the same dark light that shone in his veins. Timmy wiggled and struggled, and the arm pushed itself out, so Dimitri slowly pushed it back, then began to actively use the big thing as a dildo, slowly building in tempo, as Timmy groaned and cried out, his face a mask of dark desires. Timmy was in pain, but the dark slam had changed him, made him crave the abuse more than unaltered Tina ever had. Around him, his brother Bearers had been affixed to their punishment benches, flexible apparatuses exacty like those in the audience, while their masters struck their backs and asses with belts, straps, canes, and tawsess. Their eyes were black, as the dark winds used them as focal points, channeling the wind into the lines of the Pentagram, and ending in a swirl above Timmy’s back before entering his soul. Suddenly, a final Gong sounded. The High Priest shouted, “This is the final moment of offering, the last of the Great Hour of Pain. Offer to our Dark Lord your deepest pain.” He then donned the Great Stag mask and picked up his whip. Around Timmy the Bearers and Masters drew bullwhips, and starting striking their slaves, as the slaves shouted and cried out. The dark winds turned blood red, and continued to come from, the walls, from the assembled then into Timmy, channeled through the points of the star and each bearer. Dimitri did not draw his whip, as everyone expected, but instead reached into a box and produced a large ball, at the end of which was a plug. The entire thing gleamed with a thick coating of crystal. He quickly screwed the thing onto the end of the huge dildo jutting from Timmy’s hole, and began to push, driving the replica of his massive fist even deeper into Timmy’s hole. Timmy came fully into himself and began screaming, his face a mask of anguish. As he screamed, he cried, “I offer every part of myself to you Dark Lord, take me.” After the big ball was midway in, Timmy stopped screaming. He lowered his chest to the floor, his arch perfect, and he silently accepted the huge stretch, tears streaming down his face. His veins still coursed with dark black evil blood, his body shuddered in pain. Once the ball was seated, Dimitri picked up his bullwhip and began slowly repeating the brutal pattern of welts on his back drawing a fresh line of blood. Timmy’s back glowed black, so deep was his lost in the Dark Lord’s embrace, that his blood did not run red. With each blow, he screamed, “Pain,” then “Pleasire,” over and over, “Pain” “Pleasure.” When Dimitri had rewelted the boy the ritually required three times he held the whip aloft, and shouted “we beseech thee, seal our bond, we have offered up a great sacrifice of pain.” Suddenly, the enchanted ceiling, which had been swirling with windy skies turned pitch black, and all torches and light were extinguished. The entire crowd held its breath, then their was a crack of red lightening coming from the walls and the flash channeled itself through the offerings—slaves and bearers—and entered Timmy through the huge plug in his hole. For just a second his whole body glowed red, and he convulsed and screamed as the big dildo ficked in and out of his ass six times, as if possessedn, the big monster pulled itself completely out, and then rammed itself to the root of the ball deep inside Timmy’s stretched and now punished hole. The thing glowed with an evil, malignant light, and symbols of dark alchemy flashed in red all along its length. Then, as Timmy screamed in agony his body convulsed and after the sixth hard full fuck from his fist to the end of the huge ball, Timmy’s body expelled the massive heavy dark thing. As if mesmerized, Dimitri moved forward and sank his cock into Timmy’s sloppy, loose, prolapse. The Dark One had sealed their union. The moment Dimitri and Timmy were joined in their unholy union, the Crowd above in Animal House also reached an orgasmically dark moment in a driving house set. The DJ was a Bearer of great antiquity, but who appeared as a tatted, dark haired, daddy of 60. Lord Bull, Marius Maritinelli, was in touch with the proceedings in the chamber below through his supernatural senses. He was shirtless, and his big muscle chest was covered in salt and pepper fur. He had worked the massive crowd into an absolute frenzy that night. Kneeling under the DJ table was a 20-year-old Thai boy, as pretty as they come, who had approached him in the bathroom line before his set. Presently, his pretty red mouth was full of DJ Bull’s huge cock. He’d taken the boy to the green room, filled his hot little pussy with Tina, and then plugged him with a relatively easy plug—he’d be wearing it for all of DJ Bull’s six hour set. He’d carried the boy concealed in a blanket to the DJ booth high above the crowd, and the boy had serviced him, as a fuck hole, a mouth hole, and as a urinal during his set. DJ Bull was famous among DJs for never needing a bathroom break—because DJ Bull ALWAYS had a hot Asian boy or a hot jock handcuffed on his knees for his sets. As Dimitri’s hugely engorged cock entered the delicious, fiery, satanic depths of Timmy’s ass, several things happened at once. For Dimitri and Timmy, that first fuck represented their blessing by the Dark Lord, and the strings that would tie them together for centuries tightened further. At the same time, DJ Bull flipped a switch which gradually brought his driving, fuck-me beats into the Sacred Chamber below. He also, in that exact moment—experienced an earthshattering orgasm of his own down the grasping, velvet throat of the pretty Thai boy. Concurrently, every male in the back room and the maze of Animal House came at precisely the same time. The dancing crowd experienced a surge of dark, ecstatic energy as well, and some of those gurating against each other found that they had creamed their pants in ecstacy. In the chamber beneath, all the men were fucking. Even the emcee, overwhelmed with the dark sexual power, was getting boned—in his case DP’d by Lars and Anders. As they fucked, rhythmically and hard, pounding and pounding to the music, the dark winds began to cease, and slowly, gradually, over the course of about 1/2 hour, the room began to lighten. The enchanted sky turned lighter until it shown a clear blue. Upstairs DJ Bull was transitioning out of Dark House, getting ready for the next DJ. This meant the music in the chamber grew less intense as well, and the mood became more and more ecstatic. It was almost time to worship the God of Revelry. For the experienced guest, looking back on Dimitri and Timmy’s Joining in Pain (the name the brotherhoods thinkers called the last hour of the Rites of Pain when the event celebrated a joining) all would agree it was one of the most powerful they had seen. No one would say it was THE most powerful, as these events were always extremely intense, and every time one attended or participated in one, the first thought was that it was the most intense ever. For Timmy, of course, it was the most powerful experience of his life. Dimitri’s dragon had not been joined in several hundred years, but even he thought it was powerful, almost frighteningly so. Especially since Dimitri had never seen the ball and plug accessory for the metal arm before. Much later, nearly 6 hours, as the entire congregation prepared to decamp to the dance party above, he would remember that in the throes of the Dark Trance Timmy had taken the massive thing after he had pushed its impossible length into the boy. And so Dimitri went to look and found the box. He noted first that that box bore the hallmark of the Twins of the Spider. Inside was a small black card, with white handwriting on it. “A gift from Lord Goat, High Priest of the Undertemple.” The Undertemple was the vast cavernous space beneath the Great Stag’s Temple devoted entirely to worship of only the Dark Lord. Rory had been taken there and disappeared from the Great Temple for four days before Hans, Karl, Lars, and Anders could find and retrieve him. He’d needed an intravenous drip of nutrients, saline, and six vials of the Great Stag’s blue drug to heal him, as the rites in the Undertemple were famously rough on bottom slaves. Upstairs DJ Bull had finished his set, and was making out openly with the naked Thai boy in the DJ booth. DJ Dionysus, Lord Toucan, Ubish Balam Canek, a Mayan bearer with a gorgeous bright toucan tattoo, was slowly and steadily bringing the crowd into joy. Beneath him, a gorgeous Swedish muscle boy knelt, his massive arms bound tight behind him. providing Lord’s Toucans’s massive 12 inch Mayan muscle tool all the love and devotion it inspired. DJ Bull knew he should stay to congratulate the Coven, but he just couldn’t miss the chance to plunder the Thai boy’s pretty hole. So he decided to bring the boy back to his suite, fuck him up and use him, and then bringing him to the Sunday afternoon tea dance in a mask, caged and naked, and bound with a slave collar and leash. That way he could eat some delicious Thai cake and fulfill his obligations to this Coven. Below the dance floor worship of Dionysus was in full swing. The men were all still naked, of course, but most of the leather was removed and replaced with their gold finery. Most men kept a piece of two of leather, especially cock rings, and maybe they’d wear their gold armbands next to their red leather ones. The fucking was rigorous, passionate, and joyful. Some of the masters reclined while their slaves pleasured them and the binary pairings were blurring, with men lying on their backs as two slaves fisted themselves on his mitts while the two fist-riding slaves serviced two other masters’ cocks. Within the Pentagram, though, the master-slave binaries prevailed. Until Timmy brought Dimitri to climax with his pussy while chanting the sacred words, all the wounds of every slave in the room would remain. Dimitri was in no hurry, though. He’d felt orgasm approach and held it off at least twice already. Timmy’s hole was the hottest and most velvety it had ever been, but until all trace of glowing black left the bottom sluts veins, they could not consummate their union under the protection of the God of Pleasure. Dimitri put Timmy on his back, fucking him passionately, engaging with him through kisses and soft words of love, and so gradually, over a 40 minute span, Timmy came back from the dark. As he did, it was like he was suddenly fully aware of just how much pleasure the Greeks massive 14 inches, and how much harder he wanted to be fucked. Now he was fully the little fuck pig Dimitri had creating, demanding “Harder, please, daddy, make my pussy come with your big fat cock. I love your cock my lord, I love you my lord, I love your cock, I love your fist, and love….” Dimitri smiled, pounding harder and deeper, “Say the words, boy, say the words, let both our Gods bless our union.” And so Timmy began the chant, soon taken up by first his brothers, then all the slaves in attendance: “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole, fill me your toxic seed.” As he sensed that there was about to be a fiery orgasm, Lord Toucan, DJ Dionysus, began to pound his muscle pigs throat harder. He kept the music happy but slowly turned up a bit of a fuck-me beat, hard, but happy. Below, the energies were flowing, now both blue and black wind blowing, with the enchanted sun shining bright. Then, suddenly, right as every top assembled neared their pinnacle, all light went out, the torches flamed alternated gold and red, and every bearer—whether celebrating in the Pentagsam or not—felt their cocks began to grow, and grown, and grow. Throughout the room bottom slaves shouted as they felt the big tools expand, as all those with supernatural size began to work their way deeper, stretch their boys holes wider, and their ownership of them once more renewed. Timmy was crying out in a mixture of ecstacy and agony, as Dimitri’s dragon cock, perhaps emboldened by all the space the giant metal dildo had created, was growing to nearly double its largest size he’d ever taken. He could feel how the dragon cock pushed and pushed and stretched and stretched. He knew that if his master were to pull out his cock out now, his masters fervent wish to bury his armpit hair in his little slaves butthole would be fulfilled. But he also felt something new, something he had not felt the few other times his magic pussy made his beloved’s cock change shape and grow in size. He understood what the others meant when they said the fuck felt like an exploration, as if its was the dragons way of getting so deep inside him that nothing about Timmy’s body or soul would ever be hidden from his Lord Dimitri. He felt Dimitri fuck and fuck him, not just the man’s massive cock, grotesquely oversized inside him as the Dragon took him, inch by inch, but also Dimitri’s mind and soul fucked him, tearing down his selfhood, possessing it, and then binding his soul and the rest of his days to Dimitri. And then, as Timmy and his brothers continued to chant, Timmy saw the decision the cock demanded he make, and he made it. As Timmy let go, submitted his entire being to Dimitri, his chants became a need, born of dark hunger inside. And then, there was a flash of blue light and Timmy screamed, as suddenly, for just 30 seconds, Dimitri’s cock was replaced by the Great Stag’s horn of plenty. Timmy’s pelvis spasmed and broken open, his hole opened out like a snake’s mouth, and for those thirty seconds Dimitri’s disappeared and the Great Stag and his massive Horn of Plenty fucked him, the Stag smiling at him and raining the blessing of Dionysus on him. It all happened to fast that in the next instant he felt Dimitri’s dragon cock spurt burning, toxic, pleasure inside him. Timmy screamed again, overwhelmed by waves and waves of ecstacy, his boypuss rolling and roiling with orgasm after orgasm. Then, Timmy’s cock suddenly got rock hard and startingspewing rope after rope of cum, Timmy felt it: the path to his beloved’s mind and soul. Feeling the connection he craved like heroin finally completed, Dimitri broke into a joyful smile, and still fucking—and coming—in the hottest ass he’d ever fucked, he leaned down, removed the collar, brought his boys face up, making out with him as tears of joy ran down their faces. The Hour of Revelry lasted just a formal hour, before it began to be less a sacred sexual ritual and more of a joyful celebratory orgy, of the kind that any open minded gay couple might host with their friends on their own nuptials. Most people stayed around for two to three hours. It was, of course, a great honor to be invited to fuck the newly bound, and Dimitri and Conrad delighted in helping Timmy- who was in a dreamy smiley state, intoxicated by the blue drug, looking for all the world like a boy who’s done some super high quality x—select the men he wanted. He of course invited Brother Mark and Brother Alex to fuck him first. Not only was it protocol, as they were the highest civilians in their Coven, but he’d enjoyed a long weekend serving each of them over the last weeks and found them both incredibly hot. He then asked for Rory’s Russian, and then asked Jack, Julio, and Julio Juan to select a personal favorite for his next fuck. It escaped no one that Jack chose a top bearer who was his exact twin if Jack were a 6’5” top with a ten inch Irish prick. Everybody knew that Jack himself would eventually become more than Timmy’s friend, but also his fuck buddy (in fact, a pool had started in the Coven the night the two boys met preceding the date). Jerome had felt it, when Timmy and had met those many weeks ago: for the first time in all the years Jerome and Jack had been together, Jack wanted to sink his hard eight inches into Timmy’s womanly ass and rut like a pig. And so Timmy played, freed completely for the first time of shame, and enjoyed directing and managing his pleasure and the pleasure of his friends. He urged Dimitri and Conrad to wander off and plunder whoever they desired, and he thrilled that he could feel Dimitri’s pleasure mixing with his own, even if his Lord was out of sight. Timmy spoke now with a new frankness, his mind transformed by his baptism in the forces of Dark and Light. For instance, he made out with Rory and Rory’s Lord Vlad while Vlad railed him, praising Lord Vlad on his fabulous body, his fabulous uncut cock, and the way the gorgeous hunk power fucked his second ring. He did not blush as man and after man asked if they could fist him. He sweetly told them no, not tonight, but he looked forward to taking their arms at the orgy being held tomorrow early afternoon, as the tea dance wore down. He used the little cards Jack had prepared guaranteeing a fuck or first to the bearer at the party the next night. Finally, reluctantly, the orgy broke up. It was approaching two in the morning and they wanted to present Timmy on the dance floor. There were thousands of men and women from across the globe, members of Covens far and wide, who had not been able to attend either the cocktail party or the sacred Rites. And so Timmy and Dimitri owed it to them to appear. And so the members of the Coven retired to the gorgeous baths, modeled after Greco-Roman ones, but—with the exception of sure shots and rainshower heads— and began and joyful, playful sexy clean up. Soon all were glittering and handsome again, arrayed in fresh dance clothes, tiny shorts in sheer fabrics on slaves, and masculine tight jeans or leathers for Bearers and other masters. Most dropped an ecstacy, and made sure the hidden zipper pockets on their arms and wrist bands, their jock straps contained their nights supply of trail mix or Tina, or Ketamine or all of the above. And then the joyful group began dancing up the sloping passage that joined their temple to the huge VIP area of one of the world’s greatest nightclubs. It was time to celebrate. And Animal Hoise was ready for its hosts. Xxxx

a really painfully big one for me, but I was so fucking horny and had seen this man several times in a bar - he knew what I wanted and I got it, out back, he sent me this the next day

I started to breath harder. I showed it to Rick, he smiled. He grabbed my hand. "You sure you want this" he asked "I do. Please take me and make me yours" I said He pulled me up kissed me lightly and led me into his bedroom. He took me over to his bed and pulled off my shirt. He stripped quickly with his huge cock hitting my leg as it was hard now. He then pulled down my shirts. He was surprised to see my underwear. I had both a black satin thong. "Oh Dan you are so beautiful and sexy" he said kissing me and rubbing my hard cock thru the soft satin. I started to let out a loud moan. He slipped them off like a man removed the panties from his gf or what I had done so many times before this. Now I was the bottom waiting to receive my man in me. I dropped to my knees and lick and sucked his hard cock. After a minute Rick pulled me up and in one motion lifted me and placed me on his bed. I felt wonderful on his bed, finally I was on it. It was sacred ground. He lay on me and kissed me, our mouths and tongues intertwined. His hands roaming all over me. He then worked his way down to my nipples then my balls. I was writhing in pleasure. It was like he was touching me for the first time. It was so tender and caring. Then he lifted my legs and started to eat my ass. It has been too long. I let out a loud moan. He ate me with my legs in the air and spread then he turned me over on all fours and ate me from the rear. I pushed my ass back on his mouth. Then I felt one then two fingers in me massaging my prostate making me moan even more. I felt his fingernails scraping my inner walls then going back to my prostate. It was pain and pleasure. After several minutes of this I was in heaven begging him to fuck me. "Ohh Daddy please fuck me please" I moaned "And what do you want boy. You have to say it clearly" he said stopping his ministrations of my body "I want you to fuck me and plant your charged POZ seed deep in my cunt and make me pregnant. Daddy I want you to mark with your DNA, for you to be a part of me forever. Make me pregnant please Daddy" I said holding his hand looking in his eyes. "I will baby I will. I am going to make you know and make you my boy, my bitch. I am going to own that pussy and you will always have me in you." he said kissing me and lifting his legs on his shoulders and then with a push he shoved his huge hard cock into my cunt. I yelled in pain. It had been probably two weeks since Rick has fucked me. It was like he was fucking me for the first time. I felt like a virgin again. He was a few inches in me then he pushed again further into me. He didn't use any lube only his spit and mine. It hurt. "Ohhh fuck boy, I forgot how good your pussy is" he said "It's going to hurt a little but it will help make you more fertile" he said He kept pushing then I felt him at that second point deep in me. He rammed thru and I yelled out again with my eyes popping out of my head. It hurt deep in me. "Fuck this is the best pussy I have had ever boy. You are mine" he said pushing all the way in. "OHHHH fuck. I feel you in my stomach" I moaned in pain "Well this is what you wanted boy. You want to get pregnant its going to hurt a bit" he said as he started to pump in me. He started to go slow then he started to fuck me hard. He was like an man on a mission. My ass started to let up and take his cock. The piercing pain started to turn into dull pain, then pleasure. He started to focus on my prostate and I started to moan. "Yeah your fucking slut. Look at you Daddy his your gspot and your cunt starts to get all wet. Fuck its pulling my cock into your pussy" he said as he started to fuck me hard. Now he was like stud trying to mate with a mare. There was pain but there was more pleasure. I started to moan and beg him to seed me. My hands grabbing his waist pulling him into me. He was fucking me deeply working on my second hole. I just tied to hold on to his rhythm and piling into me. The I felt his cock expand and his body spasm. "Ohhh fuck here you go boy. You are going to get a charged load. Your going to have my baby" he yelled "Yes Daddy fuck me, mark me forever, make me your please, please I need you" I maoned Then I felt his spurt in my deep cunt. It was hot like 7-8 spurts. Then I felt deep in my ass a warm convulsing feeling and my cunt wrapping his cock then cum started to erupt out of my cock blasting both of us with 8-10 loads as I hadn't cum in a week. I moaned out loud yelling. It was such an intense orgasm not from my cock but deep in my groin and ass. He kept fucking me griding into me constantly hitting my prostate, I kept moaning. He kept hard and still was pushing his POZ cum in me. "Ohhh fuck boy you are mine." he said kissing me He pulled back and saw tears in my eyes. "What's wrong. Regret?" he said I smiled, "No Daddy happiness" "I've dreamt of this for what seems like forever. I am still nervous but right now feel so happy, so content, so lucky to be with you." I said kissing him and then wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him deeper in me. I felt so content. He was not.

I was a little on edge after being approached liked that. Also all the emotions running thru me. I decided to go shopping, pick up dinner then go home. After going clothes shopping I picked up pizza and went home. I got home around 7pm. Rick texted me that he would be home around 7:30p. I changed clothes and waited for him. He came home, changed clothes and we ate dinner. We talked about our day and I shared my experience at the health clinic. "It sounds about right" Rick said "What do you mean?" I asked "its a clinic but has more mature and sexually aggressive types there. I bet if you stayed around you probably would have gotten laid, but I am glad you didn't" he said "I hope it comes back negative" I blurted out He smiled, "Me too" he said "Just remember you will be my property. Do you understand that? I can do whatever I want to you. I will own you?" he said "Yes Daddy. Will you hurt me? And for how long?" I asked "No but there maybe some pain. Part of that is for your growth so you can truly listen to your body and expand your horizon and pleasure. I will transform you. It will last for a month then we can reassess" he said "Yes Daddy" I said My phone buzzed. My results were ready. I breathed hard. I clicked the link and opened the results. HIV Test Results NEGATIVE