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Becoming a Poz Fuck Slave (Part 1) Shortly after my 19th birthday, I had just gotten dumped by my boyfriend of 3 years after he caught me cheating on him with two of his teammates from the lacrosse team, taking one cock in my hole and the other down my throat. He had been the only guy I’d ever had sex with (up until the lacrosse boys) and while we used condoms for the first month or so, we eventually said fuck it and started going bareback exclusively, and once I had experienced the glories of bareback sex, I couldn’t go back to using condoms. Even the sex with the lacrosse boys was all bare. I was fully aware of the risks of bareback sex and I had no desire at all to become poz, but I figured that since I was a smart kid I could just know who not to get fucked by. The poz ones should be obvious right? In hopes of getting away from the now-ex, I decided to get a new job and move to the city near the town I grew up in and just start fresh. I moved into the extra bedroom of an old high school friend of mine who’d moved to the city a few years ago and got myself situated into my new job and my new life. Over the next few months, I went on a couple dates and also hit up some of the clubs and had a few one night stands here and there (all bare of course), and was slowly coming to the conclusion that I found the random sex much more satisfying than the emotional aspects of the dates I was going on. One day, I was cruising through the craigslist ads when one caught my eye: Master seeking new fucktoy - 30 Greetings boy. I’m in the market for a new fucktoy after my last one moved away to a new city. You will submit to me completely and be my willing slave and will do anything I command of you. If you are inexperienced, that’s fine, I will train you in the proper way to serve and submit to me. But this is not some one time thing where you leave whenever you want. When you submit to being my slave, you will be mine until I determine that you may go. If you’re ready and willing to totally submit yourself to me, then reply with an email with “Fuck Slave Application” in the subject line and include your age, stats, pics (both face and nude, making sure to show every part of you including your cock, ass, and hole), any experience you have, and your HIV status. Following all these instructions to the letter is very important and will indicate whether or not you are ready to serve me. Attached to the post were several pictures of this amazingly hot guy. He was white, tall, probably around 6’, had a muscular build, dark brown hair, and while the pics didn’t show his cock, the bulge in his underwear was sizable. I finished reading the ad and staring at the pictures and realized that my cock was hard as a rock and that I had started rubbing my crotch without even realizing it. Fuck this guy was hot and that ad was amazing. I had almost no experience with anything like this, but I knew that I had to reply to this ad. Something in my gut told me that it was what I needed to do, so I sent him an email following all his instructions to the letter, mentioned that I had no experience outside of being handcuffed once while being fucked by my ex, proudly mentioned my neg status, and included the best pics I could find of my tight bubble butt, my slim frame, and my 7 inch uncut cock. He only took about 15 minutes to reply: “Greetings boy. You’ve shown promise so far by following all of my instructions exactly. Are you truly ready to submit to me? You must be willing to obey me always and never question my commands. You will be a lesser being, undeserving of many of the rights and privileges to which you may have become accustomed. You will have some leeway during your training, since you are inexperienced, but once your training is complete all infractions and disobedience will be met with swift and severe punishment. Can you handle this boy?” I couldn’t believe it. Despite how extreme it all sounded, something in me knew that this was my place in life. This is what I was meant to do. So I replied saying that it was exactly what I wanted and asked how things would proceed from here. This was his reply: “From this moment forward you are now my slave-in-training. You will continue with whatever living arrangements you have for now, but ultimately you will become my live-in slave. You no longer have a name when in my presence or the presence of those I may share you with. You will simply be referred to as slave, or any other title I deem appropriate. I am Master Steve, but you will only refer to me as sir or master. In my home, slaves are not worthy of clothing, so as soon as you enter you will immediately strip off all of your clothing and will put on a collar I provide for you. Until you are naked you may not address or even look at me. You will come to my house at the address below this evening. You will knock on my door at precisely 8pm and you will be in my custody until noon tomorrow. DO NOT be late, slave, or you will be punished.” I got very excited at all of this until I looked at the clock and realized that 8pm was only 30 minutes away and his address put him at a 25 minute drive! Not even having time to shower I threw on my shoes and ran out the door. To be continued.... (Part 2: Slave’s First Visit)

This story is actually mostly from my imagination. There is some truth in there. I did used to date a guy named Travis and I did cheat on him, but he just dumped me. He didn't actually get any kind of revenge. I am poz and was stealthed, but not quite like this. I'll post the real story of my pozzing at a later date.

When I was 22 and was in a committed relationship with a guy named Travis. We had been together a little over a year and at first it had been awesome: we'd fuck all the time and he'd pound my hole constantly, but after a while I was sad to admit I was bored having the same old sex with the same guy over and over again. I would constantly check-out hot guys I saw everywhere and would flirt non-stop at parties. Then I would fantasize about guys on whom I had crushes whenever Travis would fuck me. After a while, 'though, that stopped being enough. One day, I was desperate to get fucked by a new cock so I went to the local bathhouse hoping to find some action. I undressed, threw my stuff in a locker, and then started to wander with my towel around my waist. It wasn't long before I had several guys interested in me. I went up to the hottest one, a tall and toned white guy with dirty blonde hair, and started making out with him. I was in heaven. Eventually I pulled off his towel, revealing a nice thick eight-inch uncut cock that was rock hard. I immediately dropped to my knees and started blowing him. He was very aggressive and shoved his cock all the way into the back of my throat causing me to gag a little bit, but I loved every second of it. He then stopped fucking my face, pulled me up and pushed me against the wall and started grinding his cock in between my ass cheeks, asking me if I wanted his cock in my hole. I moaned and begged him to fuck me. Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment to me except that his thick cock fucked my hole. He spat on his hand, lubed-up his cock, and then slowly pushed it into my hole. I moaned and he started to go faster until he was furiously pounding away. This continued for about five minutes and then he pulled out, pushed me down on my knees, shoved his cock back in my mouth, and shot every drop of his cum down my throat. It was the most exhilarating fuck I had ever had, and knowing I had just cheated on Travis made it all the sweeter. Little did I know at the time that a friend of Travis' who frequented the bathhouses was there and recognized me as I was getting fucked bareback by the stud. Moreover, Travis' friend reported everything back to Travis, and Travis, to his credit, never let on to me that he knew for the next few days that he knew of my indiscretion - instead he plotted his revenge. Travis kept very quiet about it and kept to our normal routine, then a couple of days later I received a message on grindr and flirted with me hardcore. We exchanged dirty pics and messages back and forth for a while and eventually he convinced me to come meet him at his place for some fun. What he didn't tell me is that he was poz and a friend of Travis'. I showed up at his place and as soon as I walked in the door he grabbed me and started making out with me. He was incredibly hot: he was tall, with ginger-colored short-hair, a perfectly defined body and answered the door wearing nothing but some tight briefs which did very little to hide his very large cock. He pushed me up against the wall as he kissed me, pulled off my shirt and shorts leaving me in my underwear. I couldn't contain my self so I immediately dropped to my knees, whipped-out his cock, (which even though not fully hard, was a good eight inches), took it into my mouth and blew him. As his cock rose to its full hardness, I pull it out of my mouth, marveled at it and inquired "How big is that thing?" "Ten inches. Think you can take it all?" Without saying another word I immediately dove back down on it and sucked for all I was worth. I tried to get the whole thing in, but I can't manage it and gagged after about three-quarters was down my throat. "Nice try. Wanna see if your ass can handle it any better?" He asked. "Hell yeah." He led me into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed on my back. "You don't mind taking it bareback, right?" he asked. "No, not as long as your negative. I have a boyfriend - I don't want to pass anything on to him" I replied. He chuckled saying "I'm neg, yeah. But you don't mind cheating on your boyfriend?" "For a cock like yours? Not at all" I answered as I pulled him down on top of me. With that he positioned himself in between my legs and furiously resumed making-out with me. He slid his cock up and down against my hole, teasing me. I keep trying to position myself so his cock head would catch in my hole. I was essentially begging him to fuck me. Finally he lubed-up himself and my ass, and then pressed his cock head against my hole. "You ready?" he asked, but without waiting for any answer he slammed the whole thing into me to the hilt. I cried-out in pain asking him to pull-out. "Nuh uh. You said you could handle it, so take this cock like the little bitch you are." And with that he commenced fucking me, sliding his big cock in and out of my hole. I continued to wince at the pain, but eventually I adjusted and start writhing in ecstasy begging him to fuck me - harder. He obliged my request and started to slam-fuck my hole, pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way back in with each thrust. After a minute he mentioned that it looked he had torn me up a bit because a little bit of blood is coming out on his cock. He made the remark with a sly smile that I didn't understand, but in reality I didn't really care: his cock felt so good. The fucking intensified and he panted "You know how I said I was negative before?" "Yeah" I grunted. "I lied. Now take my POZ cum like the cheating little whore you are!" he yelled as he shot his load deep into my hole. He had me pinned underneath himself so I can't get out and he left his cock buried in me for a minute, presumably to make sure the load was absorbed. Finally, he pulled out, tossed my clothing at me and said "Maybe next time you'll think twice before cheating on one of my friends, you little cocksucker. Now get the fuck out of my house."