Even though I was negative, I became fascinated by the pigs and hiv positive cruising chat rooms on Gaydar. At first I was just a casual visitor, but started up a virtual relationship with a guy called Pete.
Pete lives in London, and was openly hiv+, his profile said “never” to safer sex and poz preferred, but was a god of a man, 40, fit, muscular, tattooed with a full body suit, and thick, fat pierced cock. I instantly wanted to be with him.
We chatted on an off for weeks, me being a bit of a cyberwanker if I’m honest, me telling him my fantasies about being a complete slut pig. In the end it was deal or no deal, Pete told me that if I wanted sex with him it was strictly on his terms and I needed to be at his house in London by 6pm that Friday.
Picking up my courage, I took the day off work and travelled to London. Pete met me at the door of his house. He looked magnificent; his tattooed muscular body was covered by just a pair of trunks through which I could see the outline of his cock and the line of the Jacobs ladder bar bells running along the shaft. I had a raging hard-on.
Pete grunted when he saw me then said: “Your hair’s longer than the photo – I only fuck skin heads – shave it off”
He led me to the bathroom and gave me clippers and a razor. He told me to wet shave my head, cock, balls and arse. I knew this would be difficult to explain at work, but I was so horned by the experience I just did it. It took ages. About an hour later I left my clothes and hair in the bathroom and went to find Pete.
He was sitting in his front room smoking. “Good” he said when he saw me, “My terms remember –do you agree to submit freely?”
I confirmed that I did. With that we exchanged a long and passionate kiss and Pete took me down the stairs to the basement. It was a proper play room, of the type you see in films, rubber floor, sling, chains and benches, the works.
“Get in the sling” he said. I did. He handcuffed my legs and arms in to place, and gagged me. I was then expecting to be fucked, but Pete just walked away and said “I’ll be back to fuck you when you’re ready for me”. I was confused, bareback porn was playing on the TV above my head, but I was alone, and I started trying to escape.
Five minutes later two guys came in to the room, one stocky, but fit, about my sort of age the other in his late 50’s gaunt and painfully thin. Both were naked and sported biohazard tattoos.
“So this is the new guy Pete wants us to convert - Cute” said the gaunt one. I was terrified, struggled to get free of the restraints, but couldn’t and pissed myself through fear.
The stocky guy laughed at me and said: “Don’t worry mate, by the end of tonight you’ll never worry about who you fuck with again. I got in that sling 2 years ago, and I was just like you then.”
That was all that was said the two guys just started getting off together and fingering my arsehole, other than that I was not touched. There they were standing at the end of the sling getting off and kissing each other. Poppers were placed under my nose, a little spit to lube my hole and they were away taking turns fucking me. The gaunt one was the first to get close to coming he said to me: “I’ve got a pretty old strain and it’s med resistant. Pete wanted me to check you still wanted this”
I screamed in to the gag “Noooo” and at that instant he came inside me, sweat pouring of his skinny vascular body.. “Good, I thought you’d say yes” he said.
He pulled out and the stocky guy took his place “Don’t cry” he said to me “Ted was the first to fuck me when I went through Pete’s Process.”
Ted started talking to the stocky guy as he was fucking me. “Yeah Nick, breed his hole, this is going to be our sixth conversion this year. He’s the fittest yet.” Nick picked up his pace and was soon unloading in me.
What happened next was more degrading. Ted pissed in my mouth and all over my body in the sling. Nick got a rancid old toothbrush down off one of the shelves and shoved it in my arse, working it around and telling me how this was the same brush that had been used on him two years earlier and that one day, after I had proved myself I would be allowed to be a gifter and use the toothbrush on one of Pete’s next negs.
Through my fear and horror I started to get hard. Nick laughed and said: “You’re going to take to this like a duck to water mate.”
After a few minutes Nick pulled the toothbrush out and Ted inspected my arse and said “looking good. I think we need to administer some pain relief to the new boy. It’s going to be a long night for that cunt”
Ted pulled out a wrap and started massaging the drug into my arse, working it in with his fingers at first and then with his cock. The drug started to take effect and the soreness in my arse subsided to a warm fuzzy wet and slush just as Ted shot his second load in to me.
Nick was at my side with a little bullet, “snort this” he said. By now I was feeling more relaxed and piggy, and took the hits as instructed. “Nice one” he said, “that was K”, and you’ll be flying soon.
With that both Ted and Nick took a break for beer and fags, and ten minutes later, Nick was back at my arse. I was truly flying; my head was everywhere and nowhere. In my mind Nick’s cock was all I wanted and my insides were just his warm wet palace. I don’t remember how long Nick fucked me but when he came it felt like my arse was all I was.
“Our work is done, let’s tell Pete” said Nick. With that they both left.
Sometime later, Pete came in to the room. He was naked and sporting a huge hardon, a large gauge, spiked pa, coming out of the end of it, in my groggy state, I focused on him and drooled.
“Well done mate, you’ve started well, but the process is not yet complete. You told me all your fantasies, I told you to read my profile. What did it say?”
“Fit, 40, HIV+, never for safer sex, poz preferred” I stammered.
“Is that all you remember or were you just obsessed with the photos? Ted and Nick have sorted out your HIV status for me, now I’m going to take you on a journey beyond your fantasies and make you become the true pig that hides inside you” he said with a sneer.
“I’ve arranged a little party tonight and you’re the party piece” said Pete. “To help you out, I’ve got two old friends to make it just right. Guys, come on in” he shouted.
Into the playroom walked two guys, right on queue. The first guy was thin and wiry and i guess in his mid twenties, bio-hazard tattoos very prominent on both sides of his neck. Pete introduced him, “This is Kev, he’s your Chemist for the party. He’s going to make sure that we keep your mood just right and make sure you don’t forget too much or get too dehydrated. I can’t promise exactly what he’s going to shoot in to you, but I know you’re going to like it.”
“and this is Mick...”
Mick was amazing. Athletic, with a Mohawk yes, but most striking were his face and body tattoos and piercings. He had a strinking full face tattoo that went over his head and neck, nose and mouth piercings and stretched ear lobes.
“Mick’s a bit mixed up sexually. He may fuck you during the course of the night, he may not. What he will do is tattoo you. He’s a bit of a sadist. He knows my requirement for you to have a biohazard tattoo, but he usually gets carried away and does a bit more than that. A completely ink free body like yours will really get his juices flowing.
“What do you think Mick?”
“Yeah Pete, I’ve got a few things in mind for this guy – stuff he’s not going to be able to hide under a shirt and tie.”
With that Mick took off his t-shirt and I saw a huge biohazard symbol tattoo on his stomach, he got his tattoo equipment out of a bag and started setting up besides me. Kev moved to the other side.
“Well guys” said Pete, I’ll leave you to it. I’ve got the first five guys waiting upstairs and I’ll send them done in a bit. Kev, Mick, you know the type of pig I want to find when I come back down stairs tomorrow. Be as creative as you like.”
My arms were uncuffed and my gag removed. Mick and Kev took and arm each. Around my left arm Kev pulled a tourniquet.
I started saying “No, please no” quietly, over and over, but my hard cock betrayed the fact I was very turned on.
Mick tied my right arm down to an improvised bench besides the sling. I felt a prick in my left arm as Kev found a vein, at the same time Mick started to tattoo the back of my right hand.
The five guys were all naked, sported various tattoos and piercings, but I could not see their faces- they all wore pig masks. I could not tell their ages.
Kev injected me and released the tourniquet.
I gasped and coughed.
The painful tattoo work Mick was doing on my hand faded into a gentle massage. My body was consumed with pig lust and my arse pulsed with warm wet desire. The first pig stepped forward and took up position at my gaping arsehole, the pleasure I felt was amazing as he entered me. I felt like my whole body was being filled with his cock, my head lolled to the side and another thick cock forced itself in to my mouth. I slobbered on it, the chunky piercing chinking against my teeth. I felt complete.
Over the next hour or so all the pigs took their turns violating my holes and filling me with their cum. Eventually, the tattoo work on my hand was completed and Mick said he was going to a take a a break. With that he stood up and pissed over me, worked himself up hardon and started fucking me.
“Yeah, I prefer cunt, but I reckon your arse is a juicy cunt now mate” he said.
Kev was jacking himself off besides me, and I noticed that the five pigs had left the room. Kev started talking to me as he jacked off:
“Mate, You're doing well, but you've still got lots ahead of you. Some you're going to remember, some you're not, but I think you'll like what you find in the morning”
Mick got rough and started fucking me hard and then spewed his poz load inside my arse with a few grunts.
Kev continued beating off furiously and told Mick to hold my head still and eyes open. Mick did and Kev raised himself up and came over my eyes filling them with his cum. Even in my drug fucked state, it stung, but it was also very horny and I could see the cum blurring my vision.
Kev whispered in my ear: “HIV gets straight to the brain via the optic nerve mate. Enjoy”
Then he said: “Right Mick, get the hood he doesn't need to see what's going on from now on, I'll just mainline him something to keep him quiet.
I struggled a bit as the hood was put on, felt the prick in my arm and slipped out of consciousness....
I woke up with a start.
I was still in the playroom and there was a warm steam of piss hitting me in the face. Pete's piss.
“Morning”, said Pete. “You've had quite a night of it. How are you feeling?”
I took a few moments to think about myself, I felt okay, there was a tingling in my arse, but it was a good feeling. My neck and hand were sore, but I was okay with that too.
“Why not get yourself out of the sling and come and have a look in the mirror” said Pete,
I was feeling good and pulled myself out of the sling and stood besides Pete and looked at the full wall mirror. The first thing I saw in the mirror was Pete, looking magnificent with his full tattoo body suit and firm body, then I saw myself. The 28 year old me. My head and body hair shaved. A bio-hazard tattoo was now on the back of my right hand, on my neck, running behind my left ear and on to my head was a black scorpion tattoo. I started to become hard. Then I noticed what could only be a large dribble of cum and blood running down my inside leg.
“I see you like the first step of my process” said Pete.
I became harder.
Pete spat on his thumb and rubbed it around the head of my engorged cock.
I carried on looking at myself and Pete in the mirror.
Almost immediately Pete said: “Cum”
With that my body exploded in to an intense orgasm, my cum filling Pete's cupped hand. Pete brought my cum to his face and sniffed, then said: “ I always savour a man's last negative load – it makes me stronger”. With that he drank my cum form his hand, looked at me and smiled.
I started to cry. I was lost in thoughts of my life, my job, my home – and the fact that I had allowed myself to gang fucked and pozed by a group of people I didn't know. My shaved hair and tattoos added to my worries about how I could explain them away.
Pete started talking to me in his low deep voice:
“Do you remember all our conversations on Gaydar? The one where you told me about fantasising being like Bud Hole? Well I'm going to make your fantasies come true whether you like it or not. I have plans for you and they are going to take you beyond your wildest dreams.”
