ScorpionFF

That is the joy of playing with a very well used bottom-pig, one can just ram in with the tool of choice; tongue, Dick, hand, arm. 💦🐽🌹💦👊🏻🐷💦🍆🌹💦💪🏻🐽💦

Wonderful cunt. And locked too. Perfect!

One of my all time favourite pig videos out there to watch. A beautiful prolapse worshipping fuck, lick, and suck. Fucking oink to infinity 🐽🌹🐽🌹🐽🌹🐽 [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/fucking-the-rose-2364409

When it comes to health issues infectious or otherwise, personally it is very important for a partner to know, after all one is sharing a life with a significant other. I couldn't and haven't hidden such an important part of my life. Nothing is any more personal than ones health. Your health is your wealth as it were.

Thank you very much brother. That means a great deal to me. I feel honoured 😊

Thanks man for the high praise and eagerness. I have just published ScorpionFF's final ever story here 👇🏻 [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/87403-the-potent-frailty/ ☣

Closing Credits in pictures --- > [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/gallery/album/11539-the-potent-frailty-~-closing-credits/ The END, and Goodnight.

Part 12; Club ''Poz-Demon'' Club ''Poz-Demon'' in pictures ---> [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/gallery/album/11538-club-poz-demon/ The 6 months worth of Fisting training and Fisting homework from Frank along with all the extra homework my boy set for himself had passed, and Bill's annual Club ''Poz-Demon'' event had arrived at his Sex Club. The venue had received all of its 100s of party guests and my boy was on the stage strapped into steel examination chair facing dancefloor with his legs spread wide open. A Doctor in a Plague Doctor Mask inserted two cannulas into my boy, one into a hand and one into an arm. A first dose of the psychedelic Rocket Fuel went in soon after the 4 hour or so transfusion of Bill's blood commenced. The Doctor would of course monitor my boy's vitals; checking pulse, BP, and temperature. As the transfusion began Bill took to the stage, had the Techno music turned down from super loud to faint by the DJ, and spoke to the party goers from his microphone.... ''Good evening my fellow poz brothers. Tonight's star attraction is this pig here, Josh, brought to us by our late friend Ron. He has now just started to receive a transfusion of my CRF19 strain where he will naturally be closely monitored. My current viral load stands at Fifty Five Million, Six Hundred and Sixteen thousand copies. No one must touch him until the transfusion is complete. Once it is complete he will be transferred to the sling inside the cage in the middle of the dancefloor by our friend Belial where you are then free to USE him how you so wish.'' During the next 4 hours or so my boy received the transfusion whilst receiving multiple doses of Rocket Fuel, a psychedelic that sent my boy soaring through the universe. In this time which felt like a few years for my boy the party goers danced to the techno music, got high, and played between themselves. Many were saving their initial loads for the star attraction. Once the transfusion was complete Belial removed my boy from the examination chair, but he had something else in mind before taking him to the sling. He had him on his knees and commanded that my boy put his thick large penis into his mouth. He held onto Belial's legs even though as a result of the psychedelic sedative he could not feel anything including himself, and felt like he was floating on the ceiling. Belial's penis just lay there on my boy's tongue as he heavily hallucinated. The Demon penis albeit just laying there throbbed as it oozed out big globules of super toxic pre cum. ''When this night is through here you will be coming back with me to a Soul Surrender Fuck Ritual. Right. We better had not keep the party guests waiting now, should we.'' Belial carried my boy who now could not walk to the sling in the middle of the dance floor. The cage quickly filled up but it was Belial who got first dibs and slid his highly charged and toxic pre cum dripping penis deep into my boy's rectum. It was now that the Techno music suddenly stopped only to be ironically replaced with an all consuming haunting Belial Chant. The strobe lighting that had been bouncing around the club came to a halt which was replaced with a deep fuzzy red low lighting, only high enough for party goers to be just about able to see. The atmosphere suddenly changed with the entire dancefloor and club turning into one massive fuck frenzy. Some Men until this point were fucking, getting fucked, sucking, getting sucked, Fisting, getting Fisted, pissing on and in, getting pissed on and in, but it was now that the many that were had been dancing now joined in with the hedonistic play. ''Oh FUCK YES, what a beautiful loose sloppy cunt. I cannot wait to dump my demon seed deep into you, but you will have to wait a while longer for that eventual pleasure.'' Belial fucked him for a while longer, then left the cage as to allow my boy to be mauled and gang-fucked over the next several hours during which time he would suck and get fucked HARD, taking 84 loads. 83 were in the sling, but the 84th cam from Belial. It was about half way through the several hour gang bang when Belial took my boy out of the sling AND outside of the cage where he threw him against the cage pressing his domineering body against the young flesh whilst thrusting his very thick demon penis deep inside the heavily anaesthetised rectum. My boy could not feel a thing at this point. Belial fucked with a brute force.... ''I hope you have not forgotten, you are coming back with me to a Soul Surrender Fuck Ritual. You have got what my Master wants. Now take my demon seed faggot. And once I have cum you will push out with all your might that loose cunt of yours. Show us what you got.'' Belial with short and sharp brute force fucked my boy until he shot his demon seed deep inside of his rectum, and as he dumped his demon seed his let out a demonic cry that even drowned out the Belial Chant. He withdrew his demon shaft and in the blink of an eye vanished into the night. Even though he could not feel anything somehow Josh held onto the outside of the cage with his inner consciousness pushing out his rectum. He pushed until he treated everyone to a sweet sight of his rectum now completely inside out, a huge prolapse that was dripping with huge amounts of cum. Frank re-appeared and carried Josh back into the sling inside of the cage, knelt to where his prolapse was hanging out and slurped up a huge mouthful of cum into his mouth. Holding the cum right there he stood up, slid deep into my boy's dripping battered prolapse and fed him a mouthful of cum as he fucked him. Near the end of the night that was Club ''Poz-Demon'', as he lay in the sling still getting his rectum savagely gang banged, he during a moment where his mouth was being given a break from being face fucked he looked up and saw my energy-spirit. He smiled.... *high on a psychedelic sedative* and said.... ''Thank you, Sir Ron.'' 💞

Part 11; Fisting Frank Once arriving at Frank's home Bill and Frank made Josh wait in Frank's basement play-dungeon whilst they had a few Whiskey's upstairs before the first Fisting training session commenced. During the next 6 months Josh would attend Frank's basement play-dungeon 2 consecutive nights each week for at least 7 hours each night which would always include Frank and Bill after the 7 hour Fisting session fucking and cumming inside of Josh on both days/nights. That would work out at 14 hours straight per week Fisting over 26 weeks which totals 364 hours of Fisting PrEP which amounts to 15 whole days in a 6 month period of being Fisted. A nice and sloppy prolapsed rectum for the party was cultivated! In the 6 months of training Fisting Frank had developed for my boy a full blooming prolapse. Of course my boy was set homework where he would do training himself at home using ginormous toys. Having completed his chasing mission my boy was now a fully fledged Fisting pig. He could not get enough of his new main interest, spending all of his free time taking bigger and bigger toys. From the time we met until now his rectum had greatly stretched out. He was now loose! 🌹🐽

Part 10; Boss Bill ''Here, some clouds for you to blow pig.'' As my boy got high Bill would keep on tightening the vice nipple clamps and yanking the chain hard. My boy was now flying high, and Bill ordered him to lean out of the window. Now leaning out the window into the moon lit night with his ass exposed to Bill who was now wearing my Muir, Bill unzipped and slid in balls deep into my boy. Not even a drop of spit for lube! ''What a cheap nasty fag, just letting any old stranger fuck you. I could have anything. In fact, I have something very unique I can gift to you, pig. My CRF19 strain of HIV. Do you want it?'' ''I accept whatever you want to do with me, Boss.'' ''What a good little obedient nasty worthless poz fuck-pig you are. Your cunt is so wet, warm, soft, and nasty. But it is too tight for me. I like a cunt to be completely trashed and sloppy. My good buddy Frank can train you up for me. Fisting Frank we call him.'' Bill pulled out of my boy's freshly diagnosed poz rectum. ''Listen, I'm here to collect his decades of diaries he has kept as he wanted me to have them, then we'll get going. Stay there.'' Little did my dear friend Bill know that my final diary would be missing that would remain in the hands of my legacy holder. A while later.... ''I've found the 1974 to 2023 diaries. Can't believe the crazy fucker kept notes on his life for almost the final fifty years of sixty three. Cannot find this year's part year though.'' Josh heard Bill open the top drawer to my bedside cabinet where Josh had only a few hours ago procured the 2024 diary. ''No, not there either. Damn.'' Bill called our mutual friend Frank. ''Hey Frank. You never guess what. That neg pig our late friend Ron had met, well, would you believe I have him here at Ron's place, and he is now no longer neg. Officially new to the poz brotherhood as of today. Just gave him a quick fuck, but he is a bit tight for our liking. You up for training him every week prior to the next Club ''Poz-Demon'' event at my club in 6 months time?'' ''Hey Bill..... Fuck yeah, why not. I'm free right now if you like for some several hours training if you are.'' ''Fuck YEAH. I'll bring him right around. I have the faggot high on meth. See you in a short while.'' ''Great, see you in a bit.'' Next thing Josh knew is Bill sliding balls deep back into him as he immediately commenced a hard and fast brutal fuck. Such force was used that the following question asked could not be physically answered.... ''You ready to get even higher, and your first round of Fisting training?'' Bill knew Josh could not answered and got off on that fact, but he carried on pounding away for several minutes. He then stopped.... ''You ready to get even higher, and your first round of Fisting training?'' He slammed in violently and held still balls deep... ''Yes, BOSS'' ''Good pig faggot. Hot to know that my good friend Ron will live on inside of you. Not only has he left me the house, but YOU too. What a fucking bonus. A few days before he passed he did make a small adjustment in his last Will and Testament to leave you part of his estate.'' Bill continued the brutal fuck until he dumped his high viral load. And straight after he got his new bit of meat, my dear boy, into the car and drove him to Frank's house. On the drive there Bill told my boy about the yearly event Club ''Poz-Demon'', with the next one being held in 6 months with my boy to be the star attraction. ''Everyone at this event is Poz and in most cases are very much Detectable. Sometimes there is a star attraction, and you and your sexy nasty ass of yours are perfect for this. How would you like to receive my CRF19 strain via unconventional means?'' ''What would I have to do for that, Boss?'' ''Sit back and relax whilst you are hooked up to a blood bag to receive half a litre of my unique CRF19 strain. It will be necessary to have you in a dream like psychedelic floating high as a kite state. And afterwards you will get gang-banged in a sling that is inside of a cage in the middle of the main dance floor. How does that sound to you? I need your full consent for this to occur.'' ''Sounds Hot, BOSS. I fully consent.''

Part 9: Final Entry. Several weeks had passed since my beautiful boy Josh and I had met, and he had the urge to come and visit me. His psychic intuition told him that I had passed on. He would happen to come to mine in the evening on the day that he would be going for a HIV test. It was 7pm and using my key safe he let himself in. In this realm I had not been in my Earthly home for 6 weeks now. My boy opened the door and was confronted with a huge pile of post. He looked around and knew I was gone. He looked through a few of my drawers and cupboards and found my diary for this year so far which of course I would never get to complete the year. Once again he came with a rucksack of goodies. He got naked, attached his vice nipple clamps that complimented his chastity cage, then gave me a dildo fuck show where he rode on large dildos in front of my freestanding mirror in my bedroom whilst wearing my Muir. Once again he played here in this room in the moonlight. As he fucked himself in front of my mirror he read through from end to start the two weeks we had been speaking online. The first entry said; ''Speaking with a very beautiful young man online this evening. Age 22 so 41 years my junior who has a very warm kind smile. As he puts it he wants me to knock him up. I have mixed feelings. On one hand there are feelings of guilt and responsibility, but on the other I find myself greatly turned on at the thought of a beautiful man a few generations younger than I carrying around my essence come legacy for his lifetime.'' He got to my final diary entry was from the night of the second day (the Sunday) that we were together. It simply said; ''Just spent the happiest few days of my life.... I feel exhilarated and euphoric on an emotional and spiritual level, but I'm feeling extremely weak and exceptionally tired so I'm going to take a nap now. Thank you Josh my Darling boy. Have a wonderful life my sweetheart. I'll see you on the other side. With the greatest affection, adoration, and all my love, your loving Ronnie.... XX'' He'd been fucking himself for a few hours when he decided he needed the real thing so Sauna time it was. He put my final diary and his fuck toys into his bag and still naked he was about to put his tee on when the door to my bedroom opened. It was my good friend Bill who had come around to continue going through my belongings. True to form he was in his usual attire of camo trousers, army boots and a tight fitting tank top with a flight jacket. Josh hurriedly put his tee on.... ''I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be here, I....'' ''Hey, no need to panic. Take your tee off again and kneel before me.'' In just his chastity cage and vice nipple clamps my boy knelt before Bill as he had been instructed. Bill tightened the vice nipple clamps and yanked hard on the chain. ''Are you the pig that was here several weeks ago to get knocked up?'' ''Yes. I guess Ronnie told you. Where is he? I feel he has passed.'' ''So many questions, and when you are trespassing too! And to you, it is Boss.'' Bill liked the mind games, especially with his prey! 😉 Josh's head bowed.... ''Sorry, Boss.'' ''Look up at me. That's better. Now, have you had any kind of flu/fever since your first visit here?'' ''Yes, Boss.'' ''And have you been tested for HIV recently?'' ''Yes Boss. Today.'' ''And the result?'' ''I am now HIV+, Boss.'' Bill smirked in a cocky fashion.... ''So dear Ron lives on inside of you. You happen to like blowing clouds, don't you pig?'' ''Yes, Boss.'' ''Good. You stay where you are with your hands clasped behind your back and your head bowed down. Understood!?'' ''Yes, Boss.'' Bill went off to his vehicle and soon returned with a ready to use meth pipe.

I am off for a bite to eat. I shall return shortly to publish the last handful of chapters. Thank you.

Part 8: Ronald's Final Act. I don't know if it was my boy Josh or if it had been so long but my ejaculation felt super powerful. Each and every pulsation/twitch consumed the moment as my penis spewed out the highly charged viral poison from my overflowing but now emptying balls.... A 1 year load! Once spent and done my penis was still super hard. My boy came from being on all 4's and into an upright pozition. I spoke in between multiple kisses of his neck with my penis throbbing and bleeding deep inside of his cum filled bloodied battered rectum.... BARE! ''I know we have only just met, but.... I love you, boy.'' ''I love you too, Sir.'' ''I'll be inside of you forever more now sexy boy.'' ''Yes, Sir. What I truly want from you, the magnificent man that you are.'' ''That was so hot.'' STILL rock hard and impaled balls deep inside of his bloodied battered rectum I started to fuck again, in and out, slow yet firm strokes, grinding in my potent poz seed deep into the willing, warm, wet and toothbrush wounded velvet soft neg flesh. ''That's it, grind in your toxic seed, Sir, impregnate me with your corrupt DNA and create new life twisting my DNA into yours.'' Our obvious instant deep connection giving rise to very quickly feeling a lot of love and affection for this sexy young man and his desire to be knocked up I could not help nor deny feeling immensely turned on that through our high risk sex I would be gifting him my legacy. My twisted DNA corrupting his. We fucked like this for a short while longer to the point I needed a rest. I sat in my wheelchair smoking my cigar again as my boy Josh licked and sucked my blood/cum soaked penis clean. A mixture of both Poz and Neg blood, and my infectious cum! 😈 ''My beautiful BEAUTIFUL boy, so sweet, so clever, kind, loving, caring and super sexy. Can you help me and take me into the living room and seat me on my Leather armchair.'' ''Of course Sir, anything to make you happy. If you are happy, that makes me happy.'' Once comfortable in my Leather armchair I instructed my beautiful boy to mount my fully erect and throbbing drenched in my highly infectious blood penis so we were now face to face. I looked at his youthful happy warm face as he looked back at my gaze with that beautiful smile of his. ''I wish I had known you decades ago. You're my soul mate. We could have had many happy years together if you were born earlier. You are lovely!'' He arched his ass and pushed against my pelvic area as hard as he could with his meth sweat dripping down and onto me..... ''I feel exactly the same way, my beautiful Sir. I wish for you to have your health restored. I would become your faithful and obedient boy in a heartbeat. Although having said that I have already become as such. I am already YOUR pig-boy, SIR.'' He gave a few oink noises to show me how happy a pig he was as my penis head now rubbed against the back of his fuck-hungry rectum. Our connection and energy was highly charged and intense. I took a firm grip of his hips as I felt a surge of energy and strength then thrust upwards and deep into him causing a high pitch grunt from his lungs. Our fluids mixing inside of his rectum along with the new fuck caused a wonderful squelching noise, a sound that always greatly turns me on. So we spoke to one another and fucked like this for a few more hours. ''I'll cherish these beautiful times we have had and are still sharing Sir for always.'' ''And I'll take a piece of you with me too my boy. What do you believe happens to us after death.'' I continued to slowly and deeply tease the back of his rectum with the tip of my penis as he answered.... ''I believe our body's die, but our soul lives on for eternity. We are energy, at one'' ''I believe that too. As a psychic since childhood I know it. Beyond this veil we will meet again.'' After I had cum inside deep of his rectum once again I then needed to have something to eat, drink, and a sleep. We would spend the next 2 days together never leaving one another's side. He even had me in my wheelchair on multiple occasions in the kitchen as he prepared us food so we could talk together. He washed me with loving care just like he would with his own patients, but he never did wash himself, he said he wanted to smell me on him after he left. Two weeks after my beautiful boy left on the Sunday evening I watched on beyond this realm at the foot of his bed as he sero converted. His fever was so high at 40.2 that when he saw me he did not know if it was his psychic ability kicking in or if he was hallucinating. ''I am replicating inside of you my sexy boy. I'll never ever leave you.'' ''Is that your Sir? I hear you. I'll carry you with me deep inside, for always.''

Part 7: The Mirror. As I sat in my wheelchair enjoying my cigar I was also lucky enough to enjoy the hot as fuck view; once again my boy was holding onto the tall freestanding mirror with his legs spread more than shoulder width apart, bent knees with his huge round bubble ass arched out to my direction, once again teasing with grinding hip action. He looked over his shoulder at me, grinding his hips, smiling and sweating high on meth as I smoked my cigar. ''I want you to Fuck me again, Sir. But this time I want you to dump your dirty seed deep inside of my bleeding neg guts. I am fucking DESPERATE for it!!'' My young stud helped me from my wheelchair so I was now kneeling in front of the mirror, still at a 45 degree angle. Once I was settled into my new pozition with cushions under my knees for comfort he suddenly took a scalpel from his rucksack and pointed the blade at one of the bulging protruding veins on my penis, and bam.... He made an incision causing my toxic blood to squirt onto the floor. And in true hog style he on all fours with his head to the ground lapped it up. My young companion for the evening then knelt directly in front of me and arched his ass out.... ''All of me inside and out is yours, Sir, and I fully consent for you to give me what I deeply desire for you to gift to me. Now please fuck me, and FUCK me Good'' I promptly put my cigar into the ashtray that my boy had thoughtfully placed near to me, shuffled the small way forwards I needed to go, took a hold of his left hip, and with my right hand guided my throbbing and bleeding with toxic blood penis into his bleeding neg rectum. And there we were, in unison together, balls deep..... Our blood mixing! I had not started to fuck yet when I looked into the mirror. But not a my boy. Something made me look at myself. What did I see. Not a man I recognised that is for sure. My face was pale, gaunt, with eyes that were deep set with the whites sporting a yellow tinge. I glanced over my wasted body then back to my face where I just stared at myself, until.... A devilish smirk came about and I started to FUCK! ''This is so risky.... My bleeding penis deep inside of your bleeding rectum with no condom for protection. Once it's in there it's never coming out. Once it's in there I'll be living inside you forever. Are you ready for that?" "Yes, SIR. I now NEED you to be the one to turn me poz. I am so READY.'' I reached over for my cigar and took to smoking it again as we passionately sweaty-fucked, staring intently into each others eyes via our reflections.... ''I love that you are taking what is rightfully yours, Sir. This young gymnastic body, my firm round ass, my soft, warm and wet cunt that your Poz-Fuck-Meat and mind are both fucking... It all belongs to you. Unload your balls of your potent toxic man seed that will change and shape my life from this day forwards. GO ON.... Let me have it.'' His explicit open and honest verbal communication set me off and my steady pace of fucking since I entered him suddenly quickened and from out of nowhere an inner strength I had not felt in a good few years roared to the surface. Via our reflections are gaze remain locked in unison... ''Fuck YES.'' ''That's it Sir you sexy hung highly charged-toxic Leather clad Cigar smoking Poz stud, go on, fuck my soul and corrupt my DNA. Flood my piggy neg cunt with your filth and knock me up. Make me your whore. Turn me into your fucking nasty poz pig, SIR'' ''Oh FUCK... I am about to ejaculate, FUCK YEAH.... Here it comes, I'm fucking EJACULATING'' ''YES..... InFeCt me. Stick it to this nasty faggot.'' ''I'm going to mark you. I'm going to fucking mark YOU.'' And with my last comment he let out a primal scream as I felt my body tense up and the base to the shaft of my penis twitch as my perineum strongly and rhythmically pulsated to commence the injection of my potent viral seed with my bleeding shaft balls deep into this sweet yet piggy boy's hungry bleeding neg rectum! With each pulsation/twitch I grunted loudly which mingled and intertwined with his primal scream.

Part 6; The Fuck. ''My Poz penis up in there, fucking you..... Oh YEAH.... I'm sodomizing your rectum, a real fucking cock-hole right there for bareback breeding.'' ''Oh fuuuuck, Sir.... Your toxic throbbing Man-Meat feels so good inside of me BARE, that's it, fuck my neg cunt.'' ''That is skin on skin power fucking.... Oh FUCK, you feel too damn good. I am having sex in your rectum and am gonna end up soaking it inside there.'' We fucked like this for a while when I suddenly pulled out.... ''Get my navy blue suitcase will you boy. It is inside the wardrobe over there in the corner.'' ''Yes, Sir. By the way, you fuck beautifully. No one has fucked me as well as you just did.'' ''Thank you boy. And no one has been as quite as a perfect fit for my penis as your rectum is. Made for each other.'' He got off the bed and brought over my navy blue suitcase, and his face of pure delight was a real picture when he opened it to be confronted with all kinds of Leather/Rubber goodies. He got me from my lying down position to sitting on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but the Cock-ring he had put on me earlier. At my instruction and with his help we added to the current Cock-ring outfit my Muir and knee length Police Boots. ''Here, help me up will you...'' With my walking cane in one hand he guided me (bringing his rucksack with him) to the full length free standing mirror where I stood in front of it at a 45 degree angle. ''Look at what I have become, a shadow of the man that I am.'' From my reflection I suddenly noticed a redness on my penis. I touched it then tasted it... ''That's blood.'' ''Yes Sir, my neg cunt blood. That wasn't my teeth I was brushing. Don't worry, I'll clean you up from my neg blood and cunt juice so your carers don't see the evidence.'' On that note my boy knelt down down and licked my throbbing shaft clean with my hands gently placed on his head as I stared down at his arched out muscular plump big round bubble butt.... ''DAMN boy, you really do have the BEST round ass I have ever seen.'' He looked up at me. ''And I want you to grab hold of it as you fuck me again and dump your potent toxic seed deep inside of my bleeding neg cunt. And may I say Sir, I have never seen veins on a Dick bulge and protrude like yours do. I really want what is inside of them inside of me.'' He stood up and kissed me. Letting my walking cane drop to the floor I wrapped my thin cold arms around his back and clasped onto his beautiful young firm flesh with my cold and pale bony hands. My outer body was cold, but as we kissed deeply and passionately with his body supporting me upright deep inside of me was on fucking fire! We had been kissing for a while when he pulled his tongue out from my mouth and looked deep into my deep set eyes... ''I completely understand and realise that I am cut up and bleeding inside and that I am HIV neg, and that you are extremely highly infectious with HIV. I came here hoping that I might get knocked up, yet I also came for you as a fellow soul, and a beautiful soul you are. If anyone were to poz me I'd want it to be you, SIR. The thought of you being the sexy man and sweet soul that you are being with me for my entire life makes me feel incredibly special, not to mention insanely turned on.'' ''You are a very special young man, one who I am so happy to be sharing precious time with right now, your warm soft skin against my ravaged body is heavenly. My legs are hurting, I need to sit down.'' My sexy boy got my wheelchair and sat me down. There I sat, completely naked except my Muir, Police Boots and Cock-ring outfit, with my soul flying with euphoria, and with all of this I had a strong urge to enjoy something I had not had in a long time.... A cigar! ''In my blue case you'll find a pack of cigars, fetch them for me will you boy. I want to have a smoke.''

Part 5: parTy ''I recognise that potent odour anywhere. You've been blowing meth clouds, haven't you, sexy boy?'' And what happened there, did you brush your teeth too hard?'' Without a word and a knowing grin he placed the bloodied toothbrush on my bedside cabinet, then took off his rucksack. And from said rucksack he produced a Cock-ring. ''I see your Dick has gone soft, Sir. Here, you'll look great in this, not that you need it.'' He pushed my flaccid Dick and my loaded with 1 years worth of potent highly charged seed heavy balls through the ring of steel, then standing upright he removed my bathrobe from his gymnast trained body. And there he stood as before, naked but his skin now glistening with chem sweat - Hot as fuck! However his chastity cage was now covered with a skimpy red rubber jockstrap that hugged on that fine ass of his. This tight fitting red rubber now complimenting another new accessory in tow; a pair of vice nipple clamps that were now clamped onto his hungry pig-boy tits. Each clamp came with a screw, turn the screw to apply more pressure! 😈 He strutted his strong legs over to the other side of the room to my where my bed was, and facing it he took hold of the tall freestanding mirror that was at an angle to my bed. He spread his legs more than shoulder width apart, bent his knees and arched his huge round bubble ass to my direction, teasing with grinding hip action... ''I want you to fuck me Bareback, Sir. Slide that thick and veiny Monster mega toxic Poz-Piston of yours into my hungry neg cunt.... RAW!'' FUCK! My Cock-ring clad penis stood right to attention, becoming fully engorged very quickly! He looked back over his shoulder to see my veiny shaft throbbing at full mast, with me stroking. He smiled.... ''I want that one year load of twisted DNA in your balls Sir coating the inside of my neg cunt as you spray your thick warm highly charged poz load into me balls deep. Oh YEAH.... Stick it to me!'' ''Oh FUCK....'' I really started to stroke my shaft hard now. It was throbbing so hard that the veins were grotesquely bulging and protruding out. This sexy cute young man had brought me back to life, and it felt damn GREAT! 🙂 Joshy boy excitedly came back over to where I lay in bed and climbed in laying next to me, face to face. In a heartbeat we grabbed onto each other in an embrace of contrasting bodies and mauled one another as we kissed deeply and passionately. I could not keep my hands off of his firm gymnast trained ASS, damn it was so fine. And with one thing leading to another it was not long before my digits took to probing his smooth, soft, and very warm anus. My firm probing touch caused him to moan with pleasure in between our passionate kissing..... He rolled over facing away from my and hitched his rear into and onto my crotch, clearly he was ready for me to fuck him. I took hold of my throbbing penis and pressed against his soft pink very warm and wet anus and slid in the glans/head where we both softly groaned. I went to gently ease in a few more inches when I naturally slid all the way into his rectum, balls deep. Our new found physical unity caused our soft groans to explode into very loud groans and grunts. I started to fuck. My first time inside an ass in 3 years with 1 years worth of my potent seed brewing inside of my bursting balls. I did not think I would ever find myself in this privileged pozition ever again, and I fucking well loved it.

IMPORTANT NOTE: TO re-iterate as clearly told in the introduction: ''The author has requested that *no comments* are made until his final story is published in its entirety, which should be done by the end of today. It will be clearly marked with ''The End'' when the story has ended. Reactions to chapters and/or photos used before the story has been published in its entirety are of course fine.''

Part 4: Foreplay ''w0w.'' ''What. You prefer a muscular physique?'' ''I think you should know by now albeit in a short time I am not like that. A chasing slut I maybe, but shallow, no. And that Dick, fuck, it looks delicious.'' We looked into one another's eyes again and I smiled at his compliment to my appendage, and letting me know my physical appearance did not bother him. He really did have depth. Great to know the new generation wasn't completely lost. ''But I am not even erect.'' ''I've seen photos of that thing at full mast, and trust me, I believe your profile stat of that highly charged thick veiny monster poz-piston being 9". Damn. And hey, you are lying there naked whilst I remain clothed, how very rude of me. It's only fair that I am in the same boat.'' He kept his focus on my eyes as he undressed, and before I knew it there he stood, NAKED, a gymnast trained physique complete with a high round bubble butt. And his dick out of sight locked in a small steel chastity cage. ''Damn! Turn around and step close to me.'' I grabbed a hold of one of his well trained glutes. My penis instantly became fully engorged. ''DAMN. Hard as a rock! Get in the bed with me, sexy boy.'' ''Yes Sir.'' He hopped on, straddled his legs either side of mine, kneeling, took a firm hold of my throbbing penis at its base, looked up at me and took to licking the sensitive glans. I threw my head back and groaned/grunted in ecstasy as he made my entire body tingle. I brought my head back upright and looked at his sweet obedient puppy looking face as he continued to look at me whilst swirling his tongue around those sensitive penis-glans. ''It has been a very long time since anyone called me Sir. Being seen as such hits the spot.'' No sooner had I said that a huge dollop of my highly toxic pre cum shot out and flooded the shiny fat head. Before it had a chance to trickle down my shaft my hungry boy took as much of my penis as he could into his mouth. Considering the position of his body he done well to take a good portion of the length. The feeling of his warm wet mouth wrapped around my throbbing shaft and taking in as much of the length as he could was so intense I could barely take it.... I threw my head back grunting in ecstasy again as my hands took a hold of behind his head and pushed his head down firmly. Somehow out of nowhere I found some strength. He started to choke and gag and I responded by pushing his head down harder. My head still tilted back with my eyes shut I sternly said.... ''Oh Fuck, what a good little cock sucker you are. C'mon, you wanted it, then you take it.'' Bringing my head back and opening my eyes I let go of my grip and his mouth came off of my saliva sodden penis as he came up for air, coughing, spluttering, and drooling. ''Sorry, I don't know what came over me. I didn't realise I still had it in me. Was I too rough.'' With drool dangling from the corners of his lips he spoke.... ''I LOVE it rough, Sir.'' ''Fuck, you are perfect. Come and lie next to me.'' ''Yes, Sir.'' He lay next to me facing me, and in a heartbeat we were in a tight embrace, my cold body against his young and central heating like warm flesh which actually heated me up, with my tongue shoved down his throat as I groped him all over feeling his beautiful firm body, especially grabbing firmly his big round bubble ass with regular finger probing of his silky smooth warn anus. DAMN! We had been kissing deeply within our contrasting bodies intertwined in a locked Sir and his loyal obedient boy unison for what seemed like a heavenly eternity when we both came up for air. Still holding onto one another we looked into each others eyes intently. ''I have an offer to make to you, Sir.'' ''You have given me more than enough. If you were to leave right now I'd die a very happy man. But go on, what is this offer?'' His eyes searched mine and out it came.... ''The thing is, I really like you, Sir. I mean, more than like you. I have never felt a connection like this with anyone. A new found intensity. I dunno, it feels like....'' ''Go on.'' ''It feels like we are a perfect match, in every sense. I feel like I have known you my whole life. Yes, I know, sounds way too corny, right. Just what I feel deep within.'' ''Not corny at all. At least you own your feelings and are not afraid of them or afraid of showing your vulnerability. As for that perfect match and feeling like I have known you my whole life, well yes, I feel exactly the same way. It has been a very long time. And I am more than old enough to know when not to deny what I feel.'' ''Anyway, my offer. Just in case the situation may I arise I have in my rucksack a bag full of tricks to keep us occupied for the entire weekend. So if you like I could stay over the whole weekend. My next shift is not until Sunday evening.'' ''There is nothing more in the world I would like better than having you stay with me for a few days. I'd have you here forever. You are more than welcome to stay as long as you like.'' ''Can I use your bathroom please? I would like to PrEP to give you as an absolute gorgeous beautiful stud that you are the best that you deserve.'' ''Sure, it is the second on the left. And you are too kind sweet boy.'' ''It's the truth.'' He picked up his rucksack, gently kissed me, and was then gone for what seemed like an eternity. He could not have left could he? No, his clothes were still on my bedroom floor. I lay in bed flying with euphoria. This super sexy young man was actually here! I wish I knew this beautiful man decades ago, but then being only 22 that would not have happened as he wasn't even born. As my boy was in the bathroom doing what he had to do to PrEP I Ronald called my carers to inform them I did not need anyone to come in until Monday morning as a friend in town who happened to be a carer would be looking after me. Well, it wasn't a lie. 😉 During our weekend of sex, intimacy and getting to know each other he also cared for me by cooking for me/us, and washing me too. Josh returned by which time my penis had gone soft again. Upon his return from the bathroom he was wearing a meth smile and my bathrobe which covered him neck to ankle, with his rucksack on his back. Damn, I was eager to see more of what I had been lucky enough to see earlier. He seemed different somehow in his demeanor and by what I could smell coming from my hallway I knew why. He was holding a bloodied toothbrush.

Part 3: Contact It was 6.55pm. Josh and I had agreed he would arrive at 7pm. I felt a whole range of emotions, nervousness, excitement, and if I am honest damn horny. But no, I wanted as already said just some like minded company. My best friend Bill, a fellow older Gay man, well, we spoke on the phone but he had a very busy life. I had not seen him in 6 months. I needed that connection that only you my reader or I could understand, y'know. I looked up to see my gaunt pale reflection in the freestanding full length mirror at the other side of the bedroom with the moon flooding the dark space with a moonlit light of intensity considering my given situation and my imminent visitor. Speaking of moon, it happened to be a full moon tonight. It was 7.05pm and I heard my front door unlock. A few minutes later in walked one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen in my entire life. ''Oh my goodness, you are BEAUTIFUL. Your photos do not do you justice.'' ''Thank you Ronald. And may I say the same, your photos also do not do you justice, you are even more handsome in the flesh.'' ''Even though I have changed a lot in my appearance?'' ''Time has served you very well. As said you look so much more handsome in the flesh.'' ''Thank you sexy boy. And please, call me Ron.'' He walked towards me holding a plant.... ''I brought this for you.'' ''Aaaaaahh, my favourite, Lavender.'' ''You did tell me it is your favourite smell, and I made a mental note. Shall I put it here on your bedside cabinet, by your lamp?'' ''You are such a kind boy. And yes, please do.'' He put the plant down, w0w, the smell, just heavenly, as was this cute young man's presence. Lavender's pungent smell always pleased my senses. He took off his rucksack, pulled up a chair, took a hold of my pale bony cold hand and looked right into my eyes, smiling with his. For several minutes not a word was spoken, we just read each other, and then he leaned in and gently kissed me on my lips, pausing, before he slowly sat back down again, all the while holding onto my hand... well that was it, the flood gates opened, and I wept, still keeping my gaze firmly on his with tears streaming down my face. ''Heeeeeeeeey, what's to do?'' ''Just.... Not felt these emotions since the first time I met my first boyfriend. Like you he was a beautiful soul, and a very handsome young man like yourself too. We were a similar age at the time.'' ''You mean emotions of really liking someone?'' ''Yes.'' ''I mean REALLY liking them.'' My gaze did not avert, and I said confidently.... ''Yes.'' He smiled in return.... ''It's okay. It seems we're on the same page.'' Eh? Wha'? How could this be.... We'd only just bloody well met. Had I been sent an angel? It would seem so. We spent a good few hours talking. He kept on asking me many questions about my life which I with a nostalgic fondness for memories gone by recounted to his eager ears. ''You told me you always sleep naked.'' ''Yes, one thing to never change. I love being naked, so free. We were born naked, right'' ''Can I pull back your covers?'' ''Sure.'' He pulled back my covers to reveal my naked frail body. Well, how I saw it at least. All of my lovely gym muscle had melted away. He looked very surprised....

Part 2: Josh A new day was here and I had my day as usual, carers, speaking with loved ones on the phone. Making the most of all I was blessed with. The evening soon came and my usual evening of laptop time had arrived. I logged into the fetish site where the aforementioned text was, and *ping*, there was a new message. From a user called gymnastic_chaser. Well, I had a very good idea what the second half of his username might mean. ''Dear R, I love your profile. All of it spoke volumes to me on many a level. You will see from my profile that I am a chaser. Many think I am crazy for what I crave. As I see it is my mere destiny. I realise it is not a glamorous path to take. Maybe not a wise choice. But it remains my choice nonetheless. Anyway, you sound perfect for me on that point, however, one of multiple levels that spoke to me is you seem like a beautiful man with a warm soul, and I would love to meet you and spend some precious happy time with you, all the chasing aside sincerely I would. I know you say you look very different now, well, beauty is skin deep of course, and either way you look very handsome in your full leather gear. If knocking up a neg pig is not your thing that is more than fine. As alluded to, I primarily would just love to meet you for YOU! Take care sexy man. Yours, Josh.'' I burst into tears. What a sweet sounding pleasant young man. And to be called sexy. I no longer felt it. Fact is the last time I had any sexual interaction was 3 years ago, and it was a few days over a whole year since I had last shot a load. My balls did feel very heavy albeit until this moment I had not for a long time felt fire in my loins. Naturally I replied thanking him for such a lovely message. He happened to be online and so we exchanged several messages. For the first time in a long time I truly felt alive! I explained my daily routine in brief so he'd know that I would be online in the evenings only at the same time give or take some minutes. It turned out that for his work he was a carer in a care home. What a thankless task! It also transpired that he was like I, very much with psychic abilities. After a week of messaging every evening he told me that he had a few nights off in a week, and he could come and see me on his first night off, a Friday. I always loved Fridays, the beginning of the weekend, could only mean one thing.... FUN! 😛 Although my motto was to have fun if there was a 'y' in any given day. I gave him my phone number. 6 days had passed and it was now Thursday, and he had not been online, nor had I heard anything. He was due to come over tomorrow evening. Sat in my bed I feebly called out; ''Please call Josh, sexy boy.'' Only a few minutes had passed since I sent that message out into the universe that my phone rang. A number flashed up but one I did not recognise. I answered... ''Hello, Ronald speaking.'' ''Oh it is so wonderful to hear your voice finally. You sound so lovely.'' My heart skipped a beat.... ''Josh?'' ''Yes, it's me. Sorry I have been very quiet, work has been fucking mental and have had to do some extra shifts. Still, two days off now, and we get to meet tomorrow. It has been on my mind all week. I have thought about you a lot.'' ''Oh w0w. So you are still coming them?'' ''Nothing would stop me seeing you, you sexy beast.'' ''Oh, flattery will get you very far in life young man.'' *My flirtatious humour sizzling to the surface* We both laughed and spoke for a few hours. And what an utter joy that was. We both repeatedly said to one another that it felt like we had already met. I know, so corny, but the sense was very strong. I gave him my address and the key code to access the key safe so he could come into my home. After our call ended I was buzzing with excitement. But fuck, what had I done. Was I about to come face to face with the 21st century version to Jeffrey Dahmer? haha.

Part 1: The Beginning Good evening, or morning come afternoon, depending where you are in the world. My name when I was in this Earthly body and realm was Ronald with those who were closest to me affectionately knowing me as Ron. As my final chapter in life came to its conclusion I had a beautiful vibrant young man bring this sick man much joy in what I felt deep within was going to very soon be the final curtain. I knew that day was coming fast! A brief history on my timeline of being poz. I was born in 1961 so I became 63 years old this year, and I was diagnosed as HIV+ age 21 during the year of 1982. It was a very uncertain time, for me, for everyone. I was on various meds over time with the first time taking anything being in 1987, and now med free since 2011 when I turned 50. It got to a point where whatever I was trying wasn't getting me undetectable. Over the years I had taken an array of meds; Zidovudine, Stavudine, Nevirapine, Trizirvir, Atripla and more. So, since becoming poz a total of 24 years on meds, and 18 years off, with the last 13 years med free. Other than HIV I was with other progressive non infectious medical issues which compounded the entire situation, so there I was, backed into a corner, check and fucking mate! My most recent blood work from a few months ago saw me with a CD4 of 6. I know, very low. And a Viral Load at the other end of the scale coming in at a astronomical number of 24 million and 832k. All of that regular blood slamming of fine red nectar during the first 10 years of 13 being med free in what was a crazy hedonistic decade of parTy and play I am sure played its part, not to mention a plethora of transmitted drug resistance mutations. During the late 80s when I was in my late twenties I naturally evolved into the Leather scene which I was active in until 3 years ago which happens to be the last time I played. My last decade of play from age 50 to 60 was the most sleazy I have ever been in regard to that side of my life. Multiple play times each and every week during that decade that was NEVER without chems and an unapologetic exchanging of multiple bodily fluids. The last year or so I have had carers come in daily who help with making me food and helping me with keeping me clean, but, as I see it I still have a level of independence that I am happy with. I still was a member on various sites including fetish sites, and one in particular I had written the following recently updated text; ''I have been poz for so long now (since 1982 to be precise) that I've been on most meds that are out there. However I have been med free now for 13 years and my Viral Load is now well over 20 million with a CD4 in the single digits. Some of you know me from the Leather scene that has not only dwindled over the years since it's peak in the 80s, but which I am not an ''active'' participant of anymore. In fact the hand I have been dealt with sees me what seems to be nearing the end. Why do I say all of this? I want to be as honest as possible as I lead into saying I would love some like minded company at this late stage. I know this is a fetish site so this is a long shot, but I am primarily looking for some smiling company. The idea of fucking a sweet ass for one last time is with me I have to be honest, but it is the companionship side to things that is most important to me! My most recent photos are several years ago. Just so you know I do look very different now. R'' I did not know what kind of reply to expect, if any. And for a week there was no reply, until....

Introduction This is a work of fiction using an undercurrent of personal truth to the author. The author has requested that *no comments* are made until his final story is published in its entirety, which should be done by the end of today. It will be clearly marked with ''The End'' when the story has ended. Reactions to chapters and/or photos used before the story has been published in its entirety are of course fine. ScorpionFF's final story mainly to be told via the usual means of text, but pictures will also be used via various albums that will be included within the story via attached links. This story covers chasing, pozzing, and chems, so if any of that causes offence then look away now. The Potent Frailty Cast opening credits in pictures ---> [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/gallery/album/11537-the-potent-frailty-cast-~-opening-credits/