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I just truncated, I am ever so naughty, LOL. It is common practice I agree. I do it myself in the majority if not all of my replies and in messenger too, it helps me tremendously with what I wish to say, and as ErosWired quite correctly states; it directs attention to a given passage. Keep truncating! 😋

Bollocks! It'll be a real shame if BZ is lost. I like it on here, and have had the pleasure of speaking with a few good fellas over time too. Personally, I view the world now as being in utter chaos. Digital Armageddon as I perceive it to be. I wish I had the opportunity to fuck off to live on another Planet, even if it would mean that I was the only human there. I'd go right fucking now - Get me off of this dump ... Where could I go? I have always fancied Uranus, LOL. It is times like this that I realise my gratitude towards rawTOP for bringing us this space. As an isolated individual it has been and is a great outlet for me. Btw, yesterday I was very surprised to see the site where I find pictures that I like to admire and appreciate on various levels pertaining to my inner pig that I share on here no longer working. What the fuck is going on? Stay tuned for the new future of debauchery; pictures and stories about my dinner, cute little kittens, and that time that I sneezed. Will that be allowed? Will making a sandwich be a crime? Answers on a postcard to: FUCK this shit! ... hahaha

Hey @ErosWired, thank you for your reply to my comment to TaKinGDeePanal. I would like to reply to you properly when I am in the frame of mind to do so on this subject, and also give what you said some thought too so I can give you a proper deserved reply as opposed to some knee jerk reaction. I at least for now want to give you acknowledgement. If I don't manage to reply before the festive period takes hold then I until then wish you a very happy and pleasant time during the holidays. 🎅 Cheers

Hey @viking8x6, thank you so much for your wonderful, well thought out and kind reply. Haven't logged in for a few weeks hence only replying now. I just KNEW there is a soft and warm fella underneath that ''curmudgeonly'' exterior, hehe 😉 I could reply to all you have said, but as you have made me smile inside and out let's just leave it on that high note ☺️ Thank you very much btw for your very kind words that I have quoted, all of which really do mean a great deal to me, so THANK YOU 🤗 I wish you a very happy and pleasant time during the festive period. 🎅 Cheers good man.

@viking8x6, very unfortunately you have completely misconstrued all of what I said. I am confident you won't believe me, but it is the truth. If we sat down face to face and had a proper civil discussion you would realise everything I said was with actual meaningful reason and not ''nihilistic'' as you interpreted. It is okay to misinterpret something online as there are no facial expressions, tone of voice or body language to help with the flow. All of what I said pertains to what I have learned these last few years which is not in the public domain at large. Also different life experiences give rise to differences in perceptions. You clearly are an extremely clever and very well educated man as you used multiple words that I had never heard of before which is great as we are never too old to learn, right. One of which was ''curmudgeonly'' which I got ''bad-tempered'' as a definition, well, you got that right, so thank you for being honest on that front. I am with admiration when someone admits they have flaws, after-all we all have them. Even though I did not know the meaning of multiple words you used in your reply the hostile tone caused immediate tachycardia and shaking, but that is the consequence of having a severe neurological illness (my defences are down) and being an empath. Empaths pick up on the slightest thing. Oh that note, it is time to take another break from this site. My health comes first thus cannot afford any upset to my already compromised system. I sincerely wish you well despite the horrid misunderstanding.

I'd like to think that anything can either be cured when the body's in-built healing mechanism that is broken and/or poisoned causing chronic dis-ease is fixed via detoxification alongside nourishment to fix any deficiencies. Something I have been working on extremely hard for some years myself. Good luck to you @TaKinGDeePanal. All the best.

Did you mean to downvote my comment @viking8x6? I saw you did with someone else on this thread whose comment could be seen as controversial. I see my comment as being polite, diplomatic, and worded in such a way that could be open for civil debate do to the initial vagueness. Either way, I send you good energy 🙂

As deep as possible is the way a pig should be bred. Hot encounter, thanks for sharing 🐷

Did E.M really purchase the platform, or is he just the face behind something that the public are completely oblivious to? Rhetorical. One thing I have learned in recent years, do not believe anything you read, hear or see online as gospel. I wouldn't even trust a science paper these days. Anything can be skewed or manipulated in a world where there is so much deceit and very little if any truth. Anyone can say or write anything, doesn't mean it is true. Unless I was physically present and involved at any given situation then how can I have belief? I can't.

Prequel to Chapter 10: Layout of Ronald's Demon Dungeon. Opposite the bottom of the steps leading into the basement / demon dungeon is a an old burgundy red armchair. The wall to the right of the steps is brick. To the left of the steps the rest of room is out of sight from the door at the top of the steps on the ground floor where Nate is patiently waiting. The wall that the old burgundy red armchair is against is a mirrored wall floor to ceiling and end to end with an altar in the middle section where there is an array of black candles in gothic candle holders, goat skulls, plus a very small wooden table with a thick and very ancient looking book on it. The opposite wall again is mirrored floor to ceiling and end to end with a black rubber covered mattress in the middle section to the wall. Either side to the mattress is again more black candles in gothic candle holders and more goat skulls. The far back wall (opposite to the brick wall by the steps) is a big in use fireplace with a large flat TV stuck to the wall high up. To the right of the fireplace is a steel seated examination table complete with stirrups and armrests that have leather straps as to be able to restrain by the ankles and wrists. To the left of the fireplace is a leather sling with chains. To the left of the sling is a wooden box with all kinds of bits and pieces in it, dildos, gas masks, etc. The floor throughout is a black marble with a large red reverse pentagram bang in the centre of the floor. What has Nate gotten himself into? 😈

Chapter Nine; Driven to my destiny. He withdrew from my trashed guts and we went upstairs where I clothed myself over my Leather Bar attire, and left. He was okay dressed as he was in his collared top, rubber braces, bleachers, and 20 hole boots. A few minute walk and we were in his car that was parked in a secluded side street. - In you get pig. I got into the passenger's seat, he got into the driver's seat, and with both doors closed he locked us in. - C'mon, take your boots and trackie bottoms off. And whilst you are there take off your jockstrap too. - But my cunt is loaded and leaking with cum, Sir, I don't want to make a mess of your car. - Don't worry pig, the seats are leather so any mess your cunt makes will easily clean up. I did as I was told to, and there I sat, completely naked waist down, and I could tell I was already leaking heavily anon cum onto the car seat. He made it so the passenger seat went from the sitting position into the laying down position. He then leaned over and placed a palm on each of my inner knees and firmly pushed my legs apart. I found myself now lying down, having my legs pushed open wide, and locked in this evil fucker's car, at his complete mercy. My legs would carry me, but he had me trapped via my mind. - Go on, spread them, open up those legs, show me that cunt ... Come on, push out that cunt, push it all the way out, that's it, come on, flop it out... I pushed and before I knew it my well trained full prolapse was flopped out on his car seat. One hand remained on one of my thighs as it firmly rubbed up and down my quad all the while pushing one leg open to make sure I knew to keep spread wide open. - How on Earth you are still neg with a beautiful nasty cunt like that is beyond me. So, you are aching for a mega charged blood slam is that it? Bet you don't know what my viral load was when we met nine months ago!? - I have never been blood slammed before Sir, only slammed with meth. I remember Matty telling me at the time what your viral load was. Wasn't it eight million and something? - Impressive, you are very close with that number. Good memory. It was was eight Million and seven hundred and seventy three thousand nine months ago. It is now a littler over four and a half times that now! - What the fuck, I mean, I can't, I can't... - Go on. You want to say you cannot go through with this anymore? - No, I mean, I cannot even work out what that works out to be now. - Let me help you out pig. As of last week it now stands at a mega charged up count of thirty fucking nine million and four hundred and seventy fucking nine thousand!!! - Oh my fucking G... How is that even possible? - Oh, it's possible alright pig when you are a blood slamming junkie like me. I've a right taste for it this last year. Can't get enough. Love to swap with my poz broThers. ☣️ He stuck a four fingers up inside my inside out cunt and leaned in closer, and quietly yet firmly asked... - Ever taken a psychedelic sedative before pig? I looked down at my cummy battered flopped out prolapse-cunt with his four fingers firmly jabbing in, then I looked up at him and into his alpha eyes that told me that he already owned me, and I started to shake, all because I could not believe after the major disappointment earlier today that Sir Bill had not knocked me up I was now held captive by a real nasty fucker that could guarantee to give me what I craved and so much more... - No Sir, only weed and meth. - Fancy trying out a psychedelic sedative? You will with my company have the most intense wildest trip as I take you from being neg to p☢️z. How about it? - Okay. - Right, let's go to my basement demon dungeon and fuck you up with some real nasty dark play. Whist I drive you can be a good nasty pig for me and play with your cunt on the way. He started the car and off we went for the half hour drive out of town and into the country. He lived alone with no neighbours, the nearest one being a mile away from him, so he was very secluded. He remained silent for the first half of the journey then he broke the silence if you exclude the groans of pleasure I was making as I played with my inside out cunt. - So pig, just so we have it on record for the universe, you are without any doubt you want me to knock you up from being HIV negative to HIV positive? You are absolutely certain you want me to change your very essence? Because let me tell you right now, once we arrived outside of my house at the end of my long drive way and I switch the car engine off then that is it, there is no going back until you have got what you came for, we will NOT be turning around. As long as the engine is still running you can change your mind. Once it goes off you WILL be leaving with my corrupt DNA flowing through your veins, and your negative test from today will show up as poz in about one month's time. So, you really want to be infected with HIV? He said all of that calmly, firmly, and as a matter of fact, all of which caused me to stop fingering my inside out cunt and to instead rub over the outside of my meaty prolapse and caused me to experience something I had never experienced before, surges of electric jolts through my entire being. His last sentence caused me to shudder and groan very loudly as my head flopped back and my eyes closing tight shut... - Oh fucking HELL ... Ugh, umph *pant pant* fucking HELL, fucking HELL, what is happening ... *pant pant* My alpha skinhead laughed... - I take that as a big fat YES! We pulled into the beginning of the gravel driveway to his house, and I do not know what made me look back but I did, and when I did I saw two big black gates slowly close until we were secured in. Nothing getting in or out. He drove the final half minute or so then parked the car. With the engine still running he commanded that I look at him into his eyes which I did. He stared right back and gave me a look I had not seen in him before, an intense, sinister, dark, and cold stare. As the engine continued to run so did his intense, sinister, dark, and cold stare continue to bore into me. He had his hand on the ignition, and then ... the engine went OFF! He gave me an unnerving smile. - You can forget me calling you pig anymore, so get out of my car fAGGOT, take your top off so you are completely naked, make sure your cunt remains flopped out, and then I want you to place your hands on that tree over there and stand with your torso at a right angle to the tree and arch out that sexy ASS of yours. C'MON, we haven't got all day. And give me your phone. I gave him my phone, got out of the car and got into position as was instructed and stood there waiting for the next command or to see what would happen next. It was a lovely sunny day so I was lovely and warm in my complete naked state. As I waited my captor got himself naked too with the exception of his 20 hole red laced boots, and an executioner hood that he had just put on. He came up behind me, lifted my prolapse up and slid in the first 3" of his monster fuck weapon. Only another 10" to go until he would be balls deep. And in the blink of an eye he was just that, balls deep, pushing my prolapse back inside of me again. Tightening his grip on my hips he started to fuck me with long, and slow, yet very HARD strokes. - Oh fuck YES. Even though you have the loosest cunt I have ever experienced my 10mm PA with spiked balls are clearly digging into you, as my dangerous and hazardous fuck tool already has patches of your neg cunt blood coating it. Fuck YEAH. Hail to my Dark Master. Suddenly a strong breeze picked up and the sky filled up with angry black clouds, and it very quickly started to rain with the strong breeze causing the rain to crash down onto my naked body. It was still warm, but now dark and wet. Ronald didn't stop for us to go indoors, he just continued on fucking whilst laughing into the current tropical air. - Oh FUUUUUCCK YEEES. Hail to my Dark Master. This nasty cunt has made it clear what he wants, so then fucking let him have it. C'MON fAGGOT, tell me and my Dark Master explicitly what it is you want. And from now on you address me as Master too. Before I answered he withdrew his mega charged up fuck weapon that was now fully erect and throbbing with it's excitement of exerting control over me and with firm control held the head of his Dick inside me, just the 10mm spiked PA and his Dick glans being caressed my by inviting cunt. - Knock me up my MASTER. Take me from being neg to a poz status. Turn me into a HIV positive cum-dump. Give me your strains. No sooner had I said the word ''strains'' he slammed into me with such force he grunted wildly and caused me to grunt and jolt forward. As he slowly withdrew he said... - My strains huh. What a nasty cunt! Once again he slammed into me with a great force that he once again grunted wildly, and once again caused me to grunt and jolt forward too. This went on for several minutes until the windy rain storm passed and it was dry and sunny again. - C'MON, let's have some real fucked up fun. We went indoors where I was made to kneel facing the door that led down to the demon dungeon and was instructed to wait until my Master was ready. He walked down the steps in nothing but his red laced 20 hole boots and the executioner hood. Once at the bottom of the steps he turned left and out of sight. With the door on the ground level where I knelt wide open I could hear and see flickering bright lights appearing from the depths of this basement. I wonder what he was doing.

Nobody voted for ''Run Home''. To add, the tenth ''Succumb to the blood slam on offer'' vote has been given, thanks @Nullo-sub-N8. Alongside others who messaged me privately it looks like there is plenty of enthusiasm for this story to get even more twisTed with Nate really getting it in the next few chapters (Ronald is one sick fuck). Thanks very much to all who express their enjoyment for this story. More to cum! 🐷

Thanks for your input. Alongside the 9 react pig emojis (I told myself to get 10 to continue on with the story) do I count yours too? Nate's future hangs precariously in the balance! ☣️ And no one voted for ''run home'' either. 😈 GREAT to see you @bottomguy69 and @TaKinGDeePanal loitering around. I do think of you pigs from time to time.

Very pleased you are enjoying it, albeit it is super fucking twisTed. If I can get at least 10 pig emoji votes for the ''Succumb to the blood slam on offer'' then I shall proceed with where this story is going. I don't want to be 3 chapters down the line and have no readers left.

In the next chapter Ronald says to Nate when talking about his viral load; - Let me help you out pig. As of last week it now stands at a mega charged up count of thirty fucking nine million and four hundred and seventy fucking nine thousand!!! It has more than quadrupled since the beginning of this story due to Ronald's increasing obsession with blood slamming. But what should Nate do? Should he when he hears that figure run home, or should he succumb to the slam on offer? Vote on this post to have your say on where this story goes. Run home = ''Upvote'' Succumb to the blood slam on offer = ''Pig emoji''

Chapter Eight; Nate's journey. We were both in utter shock. Sir Bill's DNA did not take. Nate could not understand and had been convinced the last 9 months that he was p☢️z, as had I. Had I eaten the evidence with my greedy felching meal? 😈 We had planned to go for a nice lunch to celebrate which we still did, but we didn't have the celebrations we were anticipating. Again as I had training this evening I ate lightly. We went home and when the time came I douched and went to Sir Bill's. Just before I left my Nate got a text with all of his results including the HIV test from his arm. Everything was negative. He seemed to not only be shocked, but also be down about it. I left my man at home and went to my next training session. As I lay there getting an enema from Sir I told him about Nate's results from today... - That is very unusual. Maybe the toothbrush treatment and my new obscenely high viral load would do the trick second time around. - What is your viral load now, SIR? - Oh, ho ho ho, a little more than double than what it was 9 months ago. I have been taking lots of recharges via blood slams. So fucking hot! FUCK. I cannot stop doing it. I looked at him quizzically as though to say; ''answer my question please'' - So yeah, my current viral load stands at eight Million and seven hundred and sixty eight fucking thousand, pig. Happy now? - Fuck, when can you breed me SIR? We have been training for 9 months. How much longer? - I hear impatience in your voice. You will be bred when you are loose enough for my liking. - But you can FFist me now up until half way up your Bicep. What gives? - Shoulder deep will be the trigger. Don't worry pig, you are almost there. As our latest training session got under way my Nate back at home is in the shower having done a thorough douching and then an enema. Once washed and dried he put on an outfit for play, and then on top of his outfit he put on plain and baggy sports gear for his journey on public transport. And his destination; A Leather bar that he likes going to but hasn't been to in the nine months we have been together. *** As my beautiful chasing pig of a boyfriend Matthew spends the next day and a half training with Sir Bill, I Nate will narrate my big part to this story, starting now! *** As a way of dealing with the news today that I am still neg (I still cannot believe it), it was my intention to take as many loads as possible in the vain hope there was a grotesque vile mega charged stud to do the deed. Upon arrival I stripped off from my baggy sports gear which I put into my bag which went into the coat check, leaving just my cash card which I left behind the bar for any purchases, and my outfit which consisted of; A Black Leather Harness with red piping, a red rubber jockstrap, and army boots. I left my cash card at the bar and went straight down into the basement and hopped into one of the slings. There was a big crowd upstairs and many followed me down. No sooner had I hopped in a sling then I had an anon Dick inside of my sloppy cunt, straight into a good fast hard fuck. I noticed he sported a biohazard tattoo. Fuck, I hope he is not on meds. He looked down at me and smirked.... - FUCK, I have never known a cunt so loose, I can only feel the wet and the warm, my Dick isn't even scraping the sides, what a nasty pig. Fancy a t☣️xic load then fAG? I didn't reply, I just closed my eyes and let him do what he had to do. A few short minutes of hard fucking and he slammed in and started to grunt. YES, load number one, and it was detectable! He withdrew, slapped my pert ass cheek, left, and seconds later another RAW Dick was inside of me. I wanted to try and keep a tally, and despite losing count a few times I ended up with a number of 15. I had been down in the basement getting pounded and bred for a little over and hour and it was becoming thirsty work, so I went upstairs to the bar for a quick soft drink, just a sparkling mineral water. I sat there on a high wooden stool facing the bar, drinking my drink slowly, and despite having at least 15 loads inside of me I felt empty and unsatisfied. I know what I wanted and needed, and that was that grotesque vile mega charged stud to do the deed that had to be done if I was ever to attain my goal. I know many would think I am crazy and completely fucked up, but it was where I wanted to go. I thought about my boyfriend Matty going through his training session. I smiled knowing he was most definitely high by now and getting stretched. Sir Bill certainly was working his magic as Matty's cunt was already destroyed, like mine. He was so tight when we met. As I sat there pondering I felt a cold hand touch my ass cheek. I turned my head and there he was, that grotesque vile mega charged stud who I saw at the sauna nine months ago on the day I met Matty and Sir Bill, that's right, it was only Sir Bill's friend Ronald. - Aaaaaaahhh, it's you ... Nate isn't it, Matthew's boyfriend? - Yes. Great to see you again. You are fucking hot. At 63 years old he was thirty seven years my senior with a ravaged weathered look, and I found it so hot and intoxicating. - Thanks pig. Fancy a fuck downstairs? You look as though you could do with a nasty recharge, even though I cannot help but notice your loose sloppy cunt is dripping cum onto the bar floor. - Fuck YES! I necked the rest of my drink, and walked towards the entrance to the downstairs fuck basement. I heard him say ''recharge''. If only he knew what had happened with me today at the clinic. I didn't say anything to him right now to correct him as I needed his brutal and t☣️xic weapon deep in my guts. And it was a good job I am super loose as he when erect was even bigger than Sir Bill who already measured in at a whopping 12" in length by 5" in girth. Ronald here came in at a ridiculously HUGE 13" in length by 7" in girth. I had never seen anyone so extremely and obscenely well endowed. He also had a 10mm PA with a spiked ball on either end of the ring. I jumped into the sling and Ronald wasted no time in sliding in ALL THE WAY ... Balls Deep! - FUCKING HELL pig, I have never known in my several decades alive for anyone to be as loose as you. And I can tell you are already heavily loaded with seed. Fucking HOT! I didn't say anything, I just stared at his face as he smirked which showed off his sunken cheeks. He really was weathered, but he had stamina I give him that. He fucked me with a steady rhythm, not slow, but not fast. - How did it feel when you found out my friend Bill and knocked you up? A bet you had a big viral load at first!? - Erm, well, I only got around to getting tested today. - A-ha, so out for a celebratory cum-dump session. Good boy pig. Welcome to the club. - That's the thing you see, I don't know how, but Sir Bill's DNA didn't take. - Wha'? .... He abruptly withdrew his gigantic t☣️xic pierced fuck weapon out and started to knowingly laugh. - FUCK, so you are still not knocked up then? - No, Sir. He motioned with his head and eyes for me to look at his t☣️xic fuck weapon... - You see that? - Yes, Sir. - I can guarantee if you come back with me my highly charged weapon will sort you out. He slid back into me balls deep and leaned his face close to mine. - Up for a blood slam right now at my basement dungeon? I started deep into his eyes that seemed to have a tinge of yellow about them although I could not be sure. He stared back boring deep into my soul as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth causing his cunt destroyer to move only slightly in and out. We just kept on staring at one another as the energy between us built up to high intensity. I then replied to his question... - Yes please, SIR. Please help me with what I seek. - C'mon then, let's go.

Chapter Seven; A SHOCK result! - If you want I can take my Dick out and put a condom on, if you are neg and not on PrEP that is. - I never use condoms, SIR. And no, I am not on PrEP, and yes I am neg - But I have an extremely high HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand. My seed is super t☣️xic. You would bound to convert from neg to p☢️z. - But I want to convert, SIR. Sir changed from being still to his hips now slowly and softly rocking turning his motionless fuck weapon into a fuck. And as they continued their verbal exchange that they were both getting off on the fuck would get faster, harder, and more intense as the dialogue progressed... - You want to convert to what, fAG? - Convert to being HIV positive, SIR. - But once you are p☢️z there is no going back. - Yes SIR, I know. Please breed me. Please. - Breed you? I feel I should remind you that I have a HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand. I want to hear you say my viral load out aloud. - You have a HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand, SIR. I have been chasing to become HIV positive for 4 years now. - Fuck, you are one nasty fucked up pig. I need to again hear you say out aloud my viral load. C'mon you nasty cunt, tell me so I know you are completely sure. - You have a HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand, SIR. Turn this neg pig into p☢️z pig. Go on SIR, flow through my veins forever more. GO ON. Sir briefly paused the flow of dialogue as he switched his force and rate of fucking up a few gears to now a full on no holes barred sweaty RAW fuck. - FUCK, you are one fucked up nasty fAGGOT. - I want to become HIV positive so badly. A HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand should do it. C'mon SIR, show this nasty fAGGOT who is boss! - Oh fuck ... FUCK. The sling chains were now rattling a loud noise as Sir Bill was now fucking Nate with no mercy, and I could tell he was now very close to ejaculating. My focus was on his perineum. - Oh FUCK, I am gonna cum ... FUCK ... I'm gonna mark you! - YES SIR, turn this neg pig into a fully fledged p☢️z fAGGOT. Yes SIR, breed me. Show me who is the boss! Sir took one final violent thrust in and stopped the fuck. Had he changed his mind about breeding Nate. Hell no. He now began to grunt over and over as he held still, with his perineum clearly twitching as his potent t☣️xic seed spewed deep into Nate's neg guts. - Go on SIR, make your mark, own this stupid fAGGOT, flow in my veins forever more. Once fully spent Sir withdrew and allowed me to lick his Dick clean. He told us to go and gave me instructions on my imminent training schedule. - Right you two, I have a busy start to the week tomorrow, so you both need to leave now. And boy, I will be requiring you to come here for 7pm on Tuesday. Your training session will last until 7am on Thursday. These training sessions will take place weekly, and going by how tight you are I'd say we are looking at at least six months in loosening up your cunt. You must arrive to each training session thoroughly douched. I ended up going to Nate's where we still remained in a meth high. We cuddled, kissed, caressed one another, and spoke to one another with much affection. But as I was so horny with my cunt still empty of p☢️z seed in it I felched my Nate's neg cunt of the p☢️z seed Sir had deposited. It tasted so damn good. I say ''my'' Nate as within a few days we officially had become boyfriends, and after one month of meeting I moved in with him on the first day of the last month to the year. Would this date become of significance to us? It was a Tuesday morning and we both awoke in each others arms, high on romance, and both of us having now finished coming down from our parTy high. I had a light brunch as I knew my cunt was going to be put through its paces for the next 36 hours starting from 7pm this evening. This evening very quickly came, and before I knew it I was back at Sir Bill's ready to start my cunt training and anything else Sir decided I needed to learn. Each training session would last for 36 hours with 6 hours of non stop play with a 6 hour rest, then another 6 hours of non stop play, and so forth, where it would end up of 18 hours play, 18 hours rest, with the last 6 hours rest so I would be rested enough to travel home. Each and every training session would focus in on loosening up my cunt. Sir was adamant that he would not even fuck me let alone attempt to knock me up until I was loose enough for his liking. Even thought I had been strictly instructed to thoroughly douche before arrival he would before we would go down into his dungeon give me a deep enema to make sure training was without interruption. Sir would use his fingers, hands, toys, and forearm until we eventually reached the poinT where I could take his arm up to his shoulder. Clearly he had very high standards. Each and every training session he would also see that I was high, giving me parTy chems at the beginning of each of the three lots of six hours sets of play. Some weeks I'd be blowing clouds, other weeks he'd have me on K, which sometimes saw me fall into a K hole. That did not matter as I was safe in the leather-palm of a sling. He would also on a weekly basis wet shave my hair to keep me as his skinhead creation. Each week he would also have my small tits with either clothes pegs, suction cups, or nipple clamps. I helped my tit training along by working on them between training sessions too. During the three lots of six hours of rest he would rehydrate me with electrolytes so I could keep going for such an extended period of intense sweaty action. Nine months after my training had commenced, doing all of the aforementioned which was total dedication from my part I still was not pregnant with Sir's DNA, in fact we were still in training mode. I was increasingly wondering when I would get what I was here for. Nine months later and we were now late July, and as far as my sweetheart Nate and I were concerned he was p☢️z. He had to be after the viral load Sir Bill shared with him. We we so confident that all this time he had not gotten tested. And we were so busy with my training with Sir, being in love and living our lives we never got around to it. But now we had decided to get that confirmation of his p☢️z status. It was late morning on a Tuesday and I was with him in the waiting room at the sexual health clinic. He was called in by the doctor where the usual discussion was had, and he had a full screen including two tests for HIV, the rapid test from his finger, and the test from his arm. Well, we were fucking STUNNED, the rapid test showed him as .... NEGATIVE!

Chapter Six: In the slave cage. We arrive back to Sir's home where all three of us went down into his basement dungeon. It was out of this world, I had never seen anything like it. Two of the four walls were a red brick, and the other two opposite walls were mirrored floor to ceiling. There was a small tin bath, a rim seat, three slings, a four seater red leather couch, a red leather armchair, in one corner of the dungeon was a rubber covered mattress, and against one of the brick walls was another rubber covered mattress but this one was not on the floor, this one was on top of a slave cage. All that lit this intoxicating basement dungeon was a handful of lamps that gave off a dimly lit fire red glow. Sir finally removed the clothes pegs from my nipples... - Yeah, I see, your small tits are now weeping, best give them a rest before we continue the training to turn them into big nasTy pig-tits. Sir stripped me until I was now only wearing the steel chastity cage and the leather collar and leash he put on me earlier, and what he wrote on me using a permanent red marker pen writing on my front and back; ''Sir Is Going To Poz Me''. He stripped Nate down to his red rubber jockstrap, then made us sit next to one another on the rubber covered mattress on the floor. - Who is up for blowing some clouds? - fuCK YEAH *exclaimed Nate* - Er, what's that? *I quizzed* Sir got what was needed for us to get cloudy and told the experienced Nate to show me what to do. All I had ever done until now was smoke weed. Soon the two of us young neg pigs were blowing clouds. What an absolute mind blowing feeling! It made me feel exhilarated and highly aroused. With both of us in a high and aroused state, and the fact we had a mutual instant attraction to one another we got lost in a sweaty cloudy haze of groping each other with deep kissing. - I really like you Nate. You make me feel a special feeling. - Me too sexy. We groped and kissed, and kissed and groped. We were completely lost in one another. So much so we had not realised that Sir had removed his Leather trousers, Leather shirt, and was now sat in his red leather armchair smoking a big fat cigar whilst wearing nothing but his knee length police boots and his leather executioner hood. His minimalist yet striking attire complimented his thick moustache and beard. He sat there, smoking his cigar as he stroked his t☣️xic fuck weapon, watching us both maul one another. He summoned us both to crawl over and kneel before him. He looked at Nate... - So you are chasing are you fAGGOT, want to get knocked up? - FUCK YEAH. - When was the last time you took PrEP? - Never been on it, SIR. - I see ... And what about you pig, what is your PrEP status? - Haven't taken it for 7 days now, SIR. - Right, well as you know I only fuck loose gaping cunt, and you are way too tight right now, unlike this gaping-loose anon cum loaded fAG. I would soon get to find out that Nate had a couple of fist fuck buddies who he had known for 6 years. They were a couple, both p☢️z but on meds, and they at least once a week wrecked Nate's cunt to the poinT he could take them both shoulder deep. His cunT was very well trained! Before I knew it Sir Bill stood up, took a hold of my leash and put me into the slave cage under the bed, and locked it. What? I was high and horny and gagging to be bred with as many t☣️xic loads that I could get, and here I was, caged. All I could do was watch on which I did as I frequently fingered my cunt. Sir got Nate to be on all fours next to and parallel to the cage so I would get a close up view of initial play. - Go on, push it out fAG, push out your cunt, show me what you got. With little to no effort Nate pushed out his cunt inside out, a huge very well trained prolapse that was covered and dripping with some of the 12 loads of anon cum that had been seeded deep into his neg guts earlier in the day. And just like at the sauna Sir was back on his knees licking, slurping, and chewing this delicious meaty blossoming cummy cunt. Once again anon man seed was getting caught up in Sir's moustache and beard. Having enjoyed his second felch session of the day Sir came upright and with no resistance shoved all of his 12" by 5" meaty p☢️z fuck weapon deep into Nate's piggy guts pushing his flopped inside out cunt back inside. Nate moaned and groaned in delight as Sir fucked him very slowly yet with firm hard thrusts. He looked into the cage at me as I frantically fingered my cunt, sweating heavily whilst watching the long serpent coiled around his shaft slither in and out. Sir gave his cocky looking grin as he continued with his firm hard thrusts, and looking right into my eyes he spoke... - You want my t☣️xic fuck tool pumping your hungry for p☢️z seed cunt don't you pig? Huh. I am going to have to train that cunt of yours until it is loose enough for my liking. That's it, you finger that neg cunt of yours. Go on, show me how much you want me to knock you up. Go on ... SHOW me! I showed Sir my real need to have him convert me with not only fingering my cunt even more aggressively, but with very loud grunts and groans. As I continued to get more and more worked up through my frustration and lust Sir took his focus away from me, took a hold of Nate's shoulders, and increased the pace of his fucking until all I could hear was groaning from Nate, grunting from Sir, and Nate's beefy ass cheeks making slapping noises with each inward thrust. - Oh fuck YEAH, what a nasty pig, neg and with my highly charged t☣️xic fuck tool pumping away deep in its gaping sloppy cum filled guts, desperate to get knocked up. That is what you want, isn't it, fAG? Nate couldn't reply as he was being relentlessly winded with a fast paced powerful thrust fuck. I watched this fuck continue on for a while longer when Sir stopped suddenly in his tracks and slowly withdrew his monster fuck weapon. Sir then walked Nate over to one of the slings, threw him in, restrained him by the wrists and ankles, got out the crisco, sat on a stool at the foot of the sling and proceeded with a two hour long FFist session alternating between being shoulder deep and punch FFisting with plenty of twisTed verbal. Although further away I could still see and hear, although I could not see Nate waist up. His cunt now destroyed Sir got up and walked over to the slave bed, unlocked the cage and pulled me out by my leash and walked me over like a dog about a metre in front of the foot of the sling, instructing me to focus in on his perineum which was very defined due to some wastage. He slid back into my neg Nate, all 12" balls deep too, and just held that p☢️zition!

Chapter Five: Nasty at the Sauna Sir walked back to the wall where he had been stroking his girthy veiny fuck weapon a short while ago, now with the new twink in town in tow. He made Nate stand feet hip width apart with his hands stretched out above him against the wall with his towel clad ass arched out. Sir ripped away the towel, and underneath was such a beautiful sight. Just like I had been earlier Nate was wearing a red rubber jockstrap which perfectly complimented his sweet round ass, yet what separated the similarity between us is he came with a semi blooming and cum dripping rosebud. - Oh FUCK, Christmas has come early, nothing I like better than a blooming rose and a loose cunt. Look at that cum dripping out, FUCK YEAH. Sir quickly noticed a marker pen attached to a piece of string that was tied to the waistband of Nate's jockstrap, with a number of strikes written on both of his pert ass cheeks. - 7 and 5 ... 12, hmmmm, have you taken 12 loads today boy? - I don't know, I haven't been counting. But every stud that has fucked me marked my ass. Is it 12 loads now? - It sure is. Want to make it unlucky 13? Let me mark you with my DNA that will never wash off. - Oh fuCK, YES PLEASE, SIR. Sir made Nate turn so he faced sideways to me and to bend over so his hands rested just above his knees. I could only imagine he was ordered to bloom for Sir as his rose came out to full bloom with Sir now on his knees licking, slurping, and chewing Nate's blossoming dripping cummy cunt. Multiple anon loads both going into Sir's mouth and man seed getting caught up in his moustache and beard. All the while this was going on Ronald continued to finger fuck me and grope me. After a good feeding Sir stood up and penetrated Nate with some other stranger sticking his Dick into Nate's mouth. I watched on, longing for it to be me that was Nate the piece of meat. Damn. I looked up at Sir's face and he was looking at me through his executioner hood, sticky cum covered moustache and beard, with a cocky grin. What a beautiful sight. Before I could enjoy it anymore Ronald turned me around to face him. And what I saw was a handsome yet weathered bull with a septum piercing. I glanced at his massive pig tits that were both pierced, they both wore a pair of large heavy nipple rings. I could not help but notice he had an extremely striking tattoo bang in the centre of his sternum down to the lower sternum, and radiating outwards into his pecs and up towards his clavicles. 👹 His tattoo was of a large black and red inverted pentagram with an upside down cross with three 6's in a row on it. 👹 He pushed me down making me get onto my knees to lick his throbbing t☣️xic monster pierced shaft. Why monster? Because his dangerous highly charged Dick was bigger than Sir's when fully erect 12" by 5" member. Ronald's when fully erect came in at an obscene 13" in length by 7" in girth. His girth was as big as my wrist. There was no way I'd be able to take that up my cunt, I am way too tight. I could not see how anyone who was not very well used and super loose could take it. I looked up at him towering over me. I couldn't even get to have our eyes meet as I became transfixed by his blasphemous tattoo. He began to laugh arrogantly... - I see you looking at it. Most try to deny what it makes them feel inside, and most if not all succumb to their most darkest depraved desires. Now show me how you lick Dick. No sucking, just licking. I licked up and down his already erect eight MILLION and some number of hundred thousands highly charged fuck weapon, base to the tip, tip to the base, under and around, around and under, being careful not to catch my tongue on the spiked balls on his 10mm thick PA. Even though he was pretty much fully erect my licking seemed to pleased him as I could definitely see him become thicker, with the veins in his shaft looking fuller. Having licked him what seemed to be to the point of sparkling clean he barked at me to look up at him. - So fucking cute. I don't care what Bill has said, if he wanders off with that gaping fag over there then I am fucking you. I will rip you up and make sure you get what you are chasing. As he spoke dirty to me he stroked his already super hard and highly charged p☢️z pistol. - Now keeping your head tilted towards my direction close your eyes and close your mouth. From the point of me closing my eyes it wasn't even a minute before his breath started becoming heavy and erratic. Cumming already? Then I heard Sir's voice boom; - Go on Ron mate, spray your nasty eight Million, seven hundred and seventy three fucking thousand viral load onto my neg pig's face. He wants it up his guts, but he is going to have to work for that eventuality. That's it Ron, unload, go on, give it to the pig. By now a big crowd had gathered around us, all stroking their Dicks, and all now cheering Ron on to bust his nasty nut juice over my face. Ron started to grunt over and over like a wild boar as his highly charged large t☣️xic load generously coated my face with a good amount of his hot dirty seed landing on the top of my forehead where the top of the leather blindfold rested. Sir took a hold of my leash and gave a firm tug; - C'mon boy, open your eyes and get up, I am taking you and this eager to be p☢️zzed up fAGGOT home. Great seeing again Ron mate. See you again soon. I was put back into my black cape, Nate got dressed and his belongings, and we all got into the car. Sir got Nate and I to sit in the back seat. Without thought we immediately held hands and looked into each other's eyes. There was this intense surge of warmth that filled us causing us to beam with our huge smiles and sparkling eyes. Nate then leaned in and started to lick up Ronald's big t☣️xic load that he had just dumped onto my face a short while ago. Quite a bit of it had collected and rested above the leather blindfold. But instead of swallowing what he had lapped up he leaned in to my lips and we shared our first kiss where we both felt an intense rush of deep connection. Before I knew it I was doing something that I had never done before, that being; kissing with myself and my kissing partner passing sperm back and forth into each other's mouths. Sir was driving us home and looked into his rear view mirror; - Are you two snowballing? Oh fuck YEAH, look at my two sexy young pigs making out in the back seat as I drive them to where it all happens. My dungeon in the basement! Upon pushing Ronald's nasty load back into my mouth Nate pulled back and got me to swallow what had been on my face. Well, it would have been a complete waste otherwise. Nate rummaged through his bag and took out his phone, handed it to me, looked deep into my eyes, and with a deep warmth said; - I like you. - Me too. No more words were needed as I punched in my number into his handset. It looked like my life was about to take two completely different directions; Sir in the front seat to knock me up, and the much closer to my age cutie sat next to me to become my boyfriend. Would just one, both, or neither happen?

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A pig after my own Dick! I too love mirrors. It is h🔥t to watch the action I am in on, watching myself using the piece of fuck meat before me, and watching the pig being used, especially seeing my RAW Dick slide in and out! 🐷