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Chapter 6: *Preparing for Showtime* I crawled over to him, very slowly as I was now feeling super sexy and extremely horny. I was now flying! I wanted that crawl to last as long as I could make it last. Once I arrived to my destination I grabbed hold of his Dick and eagerly licked up the remnants of his creamy salty spunk. As I did, my boyfriend Lew was trying to call me. I knew it was him as I recognised the video-call tone, and he was the only one I video-chatted with. My reaction was to simply look up at Nesto's cocky satisfied smile as I enjoyed my cleaning work. - Right. We have to leave in 10 buddy. Bring anything you need, and lets go. I scurried around in my high state getting what I needed. The obvious things; Phone. Wallet. Keys. Oh, and toothbrush in case for whatever reason I didn't get home before bed time. I like to have clean teeth. A few minutes to 9 and off we set to my first GoGo Boi gig here in Boston. We arrived a few minutes early, and rotund club owner Aiden buzzed us both in. - Good to see you here on time Stevie. You are looking pretty sweaty. Did you run? *He asked jokingly* - No, well, Nesto here gave me a hiT of GHB. - Aaaaahhhh, did he now. I cannot have you go on stage covered in sweaT. We'll need to get you showered. - I knew I could rely on you Nezzie. What time did he receive the dose I instructed you to give him? Did you bring my stuff. - 8.05pm! Yeah, here you go bro. Listen, I gotta run, shit to do. - See you at the After Party later Nezzie-boy. So they DID know each other. How naive was I to this entire situation. And now, it was all set up perfectly, in time for some last moment preparations for the piece of nasTy Fuck-Meat in waiting. Aiden was a real jolly chap, nicknaming everyone he came across with a cute shortened version. Stevie. Nezzie. - Okay. Now we need to prepare you for your stage outfit, so, I am going to need you to strip naked, and sit on the couch here. - Yes Boss. - Good boy. You remember your place. I stripped naked, and my reserved nature from a few days ago had completely dissipated. I sat on the couch as told to, and waited to see what my new nighttime Boss would do next. He examined his array of packages he had just received, and pulled out a syringe. He reached for a tourniquet that was lying on his coffee table and he wrapped it around my upper arm, with a cushion underneath to support that arm, telling me to squeeze my hand. He tapped a vein and directed the needle. - What are you giving me? I don't like needles! I might have been high, but my phobia of needles was still there. - Awwwwwwwweeee. Don't worry Stevie. Just a tiny scratch and it will be all over in a second. You can close your eyes if you think it will help you. I did just that. I didn't want to look. He was right, just a quick tiny scratch sensation, and it was over. In went the mystery drug. I took a short sharp gasp, my eyes opened quickly and wide, my heart raced, I was breathing heavily, I was sweating heavily, and fuck, I felt on top of this world, like I was flying into the next universe. Aiden watched on as I writhed about on his couch rubbing myself all over in a piggy frenzy. Still an anal virgin I suddenly felt an intense urge to get fucked. How could this be. I am a Top! Maybe by the end of the night that would read as; 'I was a Top'. I wriggled myself to the edge of the couch, and lay back flinging my legs in the air, keeping them in the air as I held onto behind my thighs for support. - And that is the joys of meTh Stevie. It brings out the real you. And you happen to have one very hairy cunt-hole. We need to get that sorted out before you go on stage. - But I thought you had designated an outfit for me!? - You do have an outfit. But, I like my Dancers to go out looking and feeling their very best. Know what I mean Stevie-boy!? - Uh huh. Where are the other Dancers? - Oh, last minute change to schedule. It's just you tonight. But don't worry, you still only have to do just the hour, and I'll still pay you $200 as promised. I'll be right back. Stay in that position. I know I had been very firm with my nighttime Boss telling him that the audience were not to touch me, but fucking hell, I was out of my head, and badly needed to get a damn good fucking. Now I WOULD allow my audience to do what they want with me. Maybe the Boss would find that unprofessional of me!? After-all, I am new. Maybe I might just after my show go over to the most handsome Man in the crowd, and get him to take me home where he could literally fuck my brains out. The Boss came back with a small bag, and knelt by my hairy-NEG-Virgin Ass.

Chapter Five: ~ *I cheated on my Lew* Friday had arrived. What would this entire day bring? I set about my new daily routine; Get ready for work, go to work, come home. I was home for 7pm. Only 1 Hour before Nesto would be arriving with my assistance for the evening. I quickly had my shower, then hurriedly ate my take away that I grabbed on the way home (I only ate a little of it), alongside getting some convenience provisions from a mini-store. 7.55pm! Only 5 minutes to spare! I sat on my couch, feeling nervous. All these new things were happening, and I was completely out of my comfort zone. I sat there, heart racing, palms sweating, and generally fidgeting. *BUZZ* ~ Nesto had arrived. I let him in via the intercom. - Come on up. The door will be open, let yourself in. I sat down on my couch, and continued my nervous wait. I heard footsteps, and the closing of my door. He walked into my living room confidently, looked at me and gave me an arrogant and unnerving smirk, and strutted to my kitchen. Not a word was spoken. Fuck. A strange man in my home wandering about not saying anything, my GoGo Boi gig later; I was suddenly overcome with mixed emotions, and my nervousness was becoming worse. I wanted to cancel, but I didn't want to let down Aiden, and it would be nice to make some new friends via fellow dancers in my new temporary city of residence. Nesto walked into my living room with two glassed of cola; - Drink this. Down it in one. I necked it quickly. It tasted salty. He handed me the second glass. - Now drink this. Down in one again. This time is tasted just like regular cola. - Good boy. Have you ever taken GHB before? - No. No. Can't say I have. - The first drink had it in it. The second one was simply to chase it down with. He sat in the opposite corner of the room in the armchair, lit up a joinT, and began smoking. We chatted, and chatted, all the while he was rubbing his crotch. After about 15 minutes after my hiT of GHB I started to fly. Oh wowzers! 🤪 I instinctively stood up quickly, and felt a bit dizzy ... - Kneel on the floor until it fully kicks in PiG-boy. I did as he said. I guess he must know best. He stood up himself, walked to where I was kneeling. There was a round wet patch in his on his light coloured tracksuit bottoms in the crotch area. He pulled them down to reveal a fully erect, heavily pre-cumming uncut Dick. - Now suck it. - But ... - But what? - I'm in a long term trusting monogamous relationship. I can't. Sorry. As I was coming up on the drugs, I was fighting hard to hold onto my usual morals, and was only just managing to remain faithful to my Lew back home. This rough looking Puerto Rican fucker commanded I kneel up straight, and clasp my hands behind my back. Then, I was ordered to open my mouth as wide as I could, and keep it like that. With his beautiful Dick bouncing around (which I had to resist) he bent down grabbing hold of my chin, looking me directly into my eyes. - You have to pay for what I just gave you somehow. I cannot go on giving everything away. Then how would I eat!? As he finished speaking he laughed arrogantly, spitting inside of my mouth a few times. He stood up, pushed the base of his throbbing erect Dick so it was pointing directly towards my mouth, then in it went, almost all the way, with my mouth still very much wide open. - Close your mouth, PiG. 🐷 It closed, with my lips 👄 wrapping around his warm throbbing shaft. It felt great, and now my GHB hiT was getting harder resulting in me now feeling completely relaxed, and, becoming sexually aroused, too. He held the back of my head with both hands, and began pumping his thick solid Dick. First slowly, gradually building up into a steady decent paced rhythm. I know he had been fucking my face for a while, as I was drooling all over the rug. He abruptly withdrew, and stood back, looking at me, laughing. - If you want more of that, you have to BEG! - Please let me suck on your Dick again. Please. - That did not sound like you really want it. - PLEEEEEASE. PLEEEEEASE. I beg you. I want to suck your Dick again. PLEEEEEEEEEASE. I want you to fuck my face just how you were a moment ago. - Oh no. No, the pace has changed PiG-boi. And he was being serious. He slammed back into my mouth, and there was no steady face-fuck, this was now a full on aggressive face fuck, pounding to the back of my throat. Each time after about 20 of his merciless power-thrusts I would be coughing and spluttering, spewing more of my saliva onto the rug. I'd only just moved in! He pounded away like this for several minutes until he was ready to shoot his dirTy load down my gullet. His final leg of power thrusts ended after about 10 short sharp thrusts. He held on tight to the back of my head, THEN ... *SQUIRT* 💦💦💦💦 I felt his Dick twitch inside my mouth, and the first squirt of his hot salty sperm hit the back of my throat. And that was the beginning of his ejaculation which went on for quite a while. After the first several rounds of his semen were shot directly down my throat I had to breath, and again found myself coughing and spluttering, so the remainder of his load got pumped into my mouth. He ordered me to keep my mouth shut, and to swallow ALL he was kindly giving me. Once unloaded and done he shuffled (tracksuit around his ankles) over to where he was sitting a moment ago, and sat down. - I think it is time that PiG-faGGot that has a belly full of my high quality Puerto Rican sperm came over and licked my Dick clean. NOW CRAWL!

Part 45; - What is it you want from me Charlie? - I want you to Fuck me. I looked at my face in the mirror, with tears, yet, expressionless. My loose and battered piece of very well used meaty boy-cunt still had some more immediate work to be done, - You want what? - PLEASE Fuck me Doctor. PLEASE. Do with me what you must. I am a nasTy faGGot-PiG that needs to learn how to please my superiors, and satisfy their needs before my own. As I uttered those words he stuck 4 fingers from each of his hands into my mouth merely to use it as a support, USING my inner cheeks so he could now pick up his pace of fucking and pound into me with pure EVIL HATRED! - Not only do you need to learn to completely submit to your superiors, you also need to LEARN to do exactly what is asked of you. Last night I told you to not move from the spot in the Medical Chamber, and, you disobeyed me. And now you need to be punished. His fingers gripped on super tight, pulling my jaw down. His head tilted towards the ceiling where he now let out his demonic laughing, and proceeded to violently fuck me. I was sore all over, inside and out, exhausted, but indeed, I did need to become completely aware of my position in life, and give full respect. Doctor Spike after a few minutes took one final HARD thrust and stopped, keeping himself impaled. Then, those silver spikes flared out a little, just enough to dig into my cunt flesh. He completely let go of my so that now I was being held up in mid air by his Demon-Dick. He turned away from the free standing mirror, walked over (with me beautifully IMPALED) over to my fire place, with the painting of me from a few years ago, and made me look at it as he continued his violent fuck. I looked at how I used to look. My wonderful golden locks. Smiling. A good colour to my skin. I didn't recognise who it was, even though I knew it was me. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, I felt a surge of feeling super horny again and no longer was needing that rest I was whinging for a moment ago. My NEG Dick bounced to a full on erection, and I grabbed on my tits, pulling and twisting, pulling and twisting. Doctor Spike knew the sudden change of my direction and energy, and swiveled me around so I was still impaled on his Demon-Dick but now facing him. I was face to face with his dark soulless eyes, gaunt pale face, and his slicked back black hair. As I twisted on my tits harder and harder, my mouth remained open wide, contorting with a depraved fuck-piggy 🐷 lust, with Doctor Spike's serpent tongue slithering out, and down to the bottom of my throat and into my stomach, flicking around and probing. It was sending tapping signals to my prostate, which caused me to become aroused so much that I brought my lips to his, spread my thighs as wide as they would go, linked my ankles and pulled them tight into his back, and found myself communicating with him like a Demon. I spoke with my mind into his dark-soulless eyes, begging for him to flare out his spikes. Only a moment ago I had had enough, and now, I wanted MORE! He heard my silent begging. His serpent tongue retreated, and keeping me impaled on his Demon-Dick he threw me on my back onto my bed. Using his partially flared spikes, he again pulled my fucked up prolapse all the way out. He became completely silent and still, and his soulless demon eyes bored into my soul. Once again without talking I begged him to flare those spikes out as far as they could go. His lifeless expression slowly built up in a look of intense ANGER. Inside his demon body his anger grew on a parallel with my tit twisting, and it didn't take long for me to see his anger build to his look of pure EVIL akin to our Dark-Lord. 👺 I knew I would soon be getting what I had been asking and begging for. I knew the pain that would be inflicted, yet, I was now craving it. I had to feel that pain NOW. I exclaimed in a hungry and eager fuck-pig tone; - C'mon Doctor, GIVE me what I deserve. Fuck up this nasTy soon to be p☣️z faGGot. Simultaneously he snarled at his intense anger from his gaunt expressionless face as he once again flared those spikes through my meaty boy-cunt prolapse. Again I felt that intense pain rip right through me, as I twisted even harder on my now weeping tits. And when the pain reached it's peak I shot another huge NEG load without even touching myself. From that point on I did not remember anymore from that night. Apparently as soon as I shot that last load, I passed out. But, when I did pass out to sleep, it didn't stop, as I immediately fell into an abyss of nightmares; The same nightmare every night, which would last 13 days and nights (whenever I slept). In the nightmare I would find myself running from my Master's mansion in a dramatic thunderstorm with torrential rain, to the spot of where a permanent reverse pentagram was branded into the ground (just like it was on the top of my head). The reverse pentagram branded into the ground was surrounded by flames, and inside of it the ground was completely dry. I was wearing my metallic red jockstrap, with huge suction cups drawing out my nipples. Each time I had the nightmare, the D-E-V-I-L would keep on TRYING to claim my soul, but somehow, my boyfriend Richard kept on preventing this from happening. Having angered the D-E-V-I-L my boyfriend would see a curse fall upon his shoulders. Mixed within this nightmare were very quick flashes of me in an immortal form. Only to those that knew beyond this realm knew it was me. I had lost my small frame and was broad and muscular like Sir. My voice was different, as was my face. And I no longer possessed male genitalia. If you were of the human realm, and you looked very closely, and deep into my eyes, and really connected with me, then, you would know it was me. ************************ Boyfriend Richard was on his way. Would he regret his actions? 🐺

Part 44; Doctor Spike started to laugh demonically, as Friedrich suddenly took hold of my neck, squeezing it tight, and began to power rut me. It really hurt, causing me to clamp down on his purple veined Werewolf shaft, yet my meTh high saw to it that I bloomed like a fragrant summer rose. Clamp-Bloom-Clamp-Bloom-Clamp-Bloom 🍆🌹 I suddenly heard an almighty crash, like huge steel gates opening, and that is when any order of me being USED was lost. It was now a free for all!! Within a split second I could not hear the Doctor, nor myself. My head was filled with noises of howling, snarling, growling, and crackling flames as the eight eager demons known to me, that I saw only moments ago race into the Medical Chamber, along with another 37 Demons of unknown origin. I was now surrounded by a total of 47 Demons. And as I said, there now was no order, and I was immediately yanked off from the Demon-Wolf dick that was buried deep inside of me, only to be aggressively penetrated by a thick slippery EEL Dick. I could not see, so had no idea if it was my Master, or one of his fellow Goat-Beast Friends. As I got fucked my body was being tugged, pushed, pulled, scratched, in the quest to be the one banging my human boy-cunt, with various demon fluids being sprayed over me; Sperm. Saliva, with lots of Demon sweat. Demon sperm was on multiple times EACH minute of the next 4 hours being blasted deep inside my accommodating juicy-meaty prolapse, and deep down my welcoming Oesophagus. I had in an instant been turned into a stinking cesspit of Demon-filTh. Defiled for their selfish pleasure, and to teach me where I lay in the packing order; At the BOTTOM! After a few hours of being aggressively fucked, in my cunt, and down my throat, with absolutely no mercy, no mercy at all, I felt I needed a break. I tried to motion to stop, but there was never enough time to express with a limb that I needed to stop for a bit, due to the constant tugging, pushing, and pulling. And, I could not communicate with my eyes, nor my mouth. It was now my sole duty to give all present what they WANTED! During the last few hours my body on several occasions would shut down, and I would apparently black out, go limp, as the defiling pleasure continued. I was about to blank out for the final time when; - CLOSING the Gates of HELL. The 4 hours were up. I was immediately let go, with each and every Demon currently present, leaving, with the exception of Doctor Spike, and Sir. The Gates slammed shut, and I lay on a heap on the floor. Scratched to pieces. Shaking. And absolutely drenched INSIDE and out with Demon-DNA. Doctor Spike addressed the Medical Chamber computer; - NATAS, unlock the Medical chamber. - Unlocking Medical chamber. The door clicked, and again, the door was ajar. - 'L', take this nasTy FaGGot-PiG to his room, and lay him on the floor in front of the full length free standing mirror. And stand guard. He is not to move. - Yes Doctor. My sight and speech were still impaired as the red rubber hood was still firmly in place, still zipped up. Sir carried my drained body to my room, and lay me down, and stood guard. I felt wired, yet, I had a major urge to have a big sleep. I was now exhausted. After a while, I heard footsteps, and in walked my medical captor. - L, take his hood off. - Yes Doctor. - Get up PiG, and face the mirror, hold onto it's frame either side, standing a few paces back so your body is bent at an angle. I was too feeble now to respond audibly. In fact, I could not get up. So Sir had to help me up. As I stood, I shook, and used all I had in me to hold onto either side of the mirror as instructed to. I looked at my reflection. I was drenched in Demon-Sperm, scratched to pieces, my face looked grey, and my long flowing golden curly hair was no more. I did not recognise myself. Who was this looking back at me? Doctor Spike now naked, and in his skinny, pale, sinister looking human form, grabbed hold of my hips, and plunged his Demon Dick DEEP inside. I whimpered; - Please, no. I need to rest. I had to learn, that, I would be allowed to rest when it was decided for me. With his jet black Dick once again deeply impaled, I felt those silver spikes slightly flare, and dig into me. I flinched. He took one step back, and then two, and then a third, and with each step commanded that I push out, push out my cunt. On his third step my human boy-cunt come prolapse was entirely flopped out. - You will rest when I decide it is time for you to rest. - Can I just take a few minutes. Please. He stood very still, and silent, and allowed those silver spikes of his to flare out that little bit more, then a little bit more again. I began to wince. - You WILL now BEG me to Fuck you. Now BEG. I hesitated. I knew I had to go with it, but, I was so damn tired. I guess I was now in full flow of my training to just accept ALL of my journey, even if I really did need to lay my head on a soft plump pillow. - Doctor, can we just please take a shor ... It was time I had to LEARN. Doctor Spike flared out those silver spikes to a long length, again piercing right through my Meaty-boy-Cunt. I let out an almighty loud scream, and tears began to stream down my face. I looked at my tired pale reflection, and felt myself resign, and submit. My feeble voice trembled; - PLEASE Fuck me. His silver spikes retracted and he slid back in, Demon balls deep, and began to fuck me, with a hateful aggression.

PREQUEL to Part 44; He removed the cannula and bandaged up my hand. Friedrich began to rut at my gaping swollen cunt, snarling and growling with his stinking saliva dripping down my right pec. Doctor Spike bent down, and repetitively scooped up the Werewolf cum-overflow, and smeared it all over my body, eventually resting his hands either side of my distended belly. With his pale gaunt face, and dark brown-black eyes, he stared into my eyes, with an unnerving sinister, sadistic glare, and a depraved EVIL smirk; - I happen to know Charlie, that your boyfriend Richard is planning to break in to your Master's grounds, and TRY to save you. He has to know that there is no place on or in your body for human sperm anymore. And let him come. He is more than welcome to. The Dark-Lord has plans for the pathetic mere mortal. - PLEASE Doctor, I don't want my Richard to get caught up in any of this. His path is with his saviour. Doctor Spike took his hands off of my distended abdomen, and zipped up the mouth and eye pieces to my red rubber hood. I now could not see nor speak. - Is it? If that is his chosen path, he had better not try and execute his plan to come and save you. His destiny will then CHANGE!! ... NATAS ---> OPEN the Gates of HELL! And close them in precisely 4 hours from now. - OPENING the Gates of HELL! 👺🔥💀🐐🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🐺🐺👹

Part 43; I started to feel alongside my meTh high a deep submission before this wonderful Beast, and as a result I instinctively leaned back placing my hands on the ground behind me as I knelt, looking up at him in awe. His white purple veined knotted Werewolf Dick 🐺🍆 would repeatedly twitch at the base, and each time it did he would ejaculate a massive thick demon load 💦💦 (TWICE the huge amount my Master would unleash), with it spraying all over my body, onto my face, into my open mouth, and onto the dry soil that surrounded me. This went on for about quarter of an hour, Friedrich howling at the Moon 🌕 and seemingly completely unaware of me, as he continued to frequently ejaculate, DRENCHING me in his Werewolf-Demon seed. His howling eventually stopped as he took his loyal gaze from the moon and looked at me, growling, and snarling as thick smelly saliva dripped and swung from his ragged jaw. He picked up my heavily Werewolf-Demon sperm soaked body, stood me upright, spun me around, and slammed his veiny knotted shaft deep into my guts, pulling me in tightly with my soft firm human flesh against his rippling hairy Werewolf body, gripping onto me tightly with one hand around my waist, and the other around my throat. The knot was so wide that it was very uncomfortable, but before I could say anything he started to power rut me. It was too much. 🐺👦 - PLEASE stop. It's too much. I need a break. Ple ... Why would a super horny rabid Demon-Werewolf listen to this submissive Fuck-PiG. I had no say anymore. If someone or something wanted to use me for their sexual appetite however they wanted, it was their absolute right. He ignored me and kept his firm grip on me, rutting in the moon lit night. Every few minutes he would ejaculate a big load DEEP inside of me without even pausing for a second. Naturally after a while I soon became like I was with my Master, that being my abdomen once again becoming heavily distended as my guts had no choice but to accept the dirTy Demon sperm that was filling them way beyond their usual capacity. Soon not only was the knotted Dick hurting me as it impaled me, sliding it's full length repeatedly in and out of my battered boy-cunT, but I was also now full of Demon filTh to the point of discomfort. I had to take what was being given to me. After a long while of animalistic Werewolf rutting I heard Doctor Spike stood by the doorway to my Master's run down mansion call out. But I could not understand him, as he now spoke in Demon language; - Friedrich, you will bring to me little Charlie, and follow me. And KEEP your Dick impaled tight into his sweet and soft human boy-cunt. Keeping himself impaled he flew the short distance to where Doctor Spike stood, whose body was again in Lizard form, but his head was in his scary, sinister, pale and gaunt human form. He walked into the house, and down into the basement, as we followed. And here I was, once again, at the entrance to the medical chamber. The code was punched into the pad; SA66TA6N, and the door clicked open. We all entered, with my Demon-Wolf still impaled inside of me, still fucking me, and STILL frequently blasting his dirTy-Demon seed inside of me. I really could not anatomically accept much more of his filTh. Doctor Spike once again addressed the central Medical Chamber computer; - NATAS, lock the Medical-Chamber door, and bring the gates of HELL.- Locking Medical-Chamber door. Bringing the gates of HELL. Just like earlier the Medical Chamber fell into pitch darkness. I was STILL being fucked, and I was now so FULL of Werewolf-Demon sperm that the internal pressure inside my guts was now forcing my Demon's knotted Dick to partly push out, with his excess cum splattering onto the floor, 💦💦💦💦💦💦 even though he remained inside of me. Having Demon-Wolf cum being continually pumped inside of me ensured I remained HEAVILY distended. - NATAS, do you have Charlie's results. - Checking results. Affirmative. Results are as follows; HIV; Negative. Hep C; Negative. Syphilis; Negative. I wonder how much longer I would be getting a full set of negative results!? THEN ... Just like earlier, the wall to the entrance of the Chamber burst into a long wall of flames, from corner to corner of that wall, lighting up the entire room., and once again came the sounds, of beasts growling, lost souls wailing, flames crackling, and demons snarling. Soon I saw Sir (aka; 'L'), my Master and his 5 Goat-Beast Friends, and Friedrich's fellow Werewolf-Demon friend, Igor. Eight Demons eager and ready to use my NEG cunt, and soft plump human flesh for their dark-desires of the D-E-V-I-L. 👺I could see their intense hunger, and wondered if they would be joining the two demons I was already in the presence of. Doctor Spike had on his person the red rubber hood that I was wearing earlier, and, he put it on me, keeping the mouth and eye pieces zips opened, so I could still see and talk. He went over to the blood storage area, took a syringe full each of Igor & Friedrich's highly toxic HIV, Hep C and Syphilis blood, and walked back, over to where I was being fucked. And in his Demon language he spoke; - Stop fucking him. I need him to be still. My cannula port was opened up, and I took two big immediate blood-slams of blood that was so highly charged with wonderful nasTy diseased filTh, it was now absolutely certain I would convert; Multiple infections! -- Multiple strains! Doctor Spike flushed the toxic blood-slams with a sweeT big hiT of tina. The instant rush saw a storm of salty sweat rain down over me as I began to heavily perspire. It also made me grind my hips vigorously and push down my prolapse over the knotted Werewolf Dick that had its firm grip deep inside my human boy-guts. - Charlie, STAY still. - Sorry Doctor. - It's time your cannula came out, because, things are about to get VERY rough.

I wonder who the luckiest boy might be @pozpopperpig ... Charlie, OR, Stevie? 🐽🐽

Pleased you are enjoying it @Petereater. Yes, he might just be in for that ride of his life. Maybe!? Let's see what Friday night brings, eh 😈

@NatureBoy ~ Maybe high off of his sweet lil Ass, with it being stuffed, pounded, and creamed all night long, possibly!? 🐽💦💦

Chapter Four: ~ The INVITE As soon as I had left Aiden's sordid apartment, he got to sending out the invite via the electronic mailing list for Friday night's event. With his Stevie as the main attraction! 😈 It read as follows; <><><><><><><><> New arrival of our latest Friday night club Dancer. Here from Europe for several months for work, so, plenty of time to see this new boy in town. However, this Friday night will be your opportunity to see him, USE him, and corrupt him with your t☢️xic filTh, as he really is untouched. You don't want to miss this once in a life time opportunity to see him go from sweet young man, to a dirTy nasTy PiG! 🐽💦 Some information of interest; He is a Top, and I have very good reason to believe his statement that he is Dom Top and thus has never ever been fucked. He has a boyfriend back home whom he is fiercely loyal to, and has made it clear he doesn't want anyone to touch him during or after his performance. We have a few strategies in place to ensure that when he begins his Dancing, he will be intoxicated, and his usual morals will not be present. Many of you I know will LOVE to hear he is also HIV Neg, and will love to be the one that knocks him up. As always, please remember private party rules that you must allow the performer to at least perform for 30 minutes, and, absolutely NO condoms are permitted. Reserve your tickets the usual way. Tickets available until midday on the day of performance. Fridays party will begin from 10pm until 6am, with performance beginning at 10.30pm. On this occasion there will also be an After-Party, from 7.30am until 11.30am, for which tickets will be available to reserve at the same time as main party tickets. A sluT in the making! (See photo attached of Friday night's naive performer). <><><><><><><><> As it turned out, I was BIG in demand. ALL tickets for the main event, and the After-Party had been snapped up by 1pm the following day (Thursday). A full house of 100 horny Men, plus their performer, and host; Aiden. Thursday soon came and went. It was an enjoyable day at work as I settled in, and met new people, and generally familiarized myself with my new work-home for the next half a year. That evening my boyfriend Lew and I again video chatted. I told him I had already found by chance ( or was it orchestrated fate 😈 ) a GoGo-Boi gig. I told him I had made it very clear where my loyalties lay, and he had nothing to worry about. I knew he would probably be worrying a little bit, especially as this was our first time apart in 4 years. After we spoke I got to thinking about my daytime boss 'Ayan', and how I yearned to have him fuck the life out of me, and spray his load deep in my guts. What was going on with me? Then I got to thinking about what that Puerto Rican guy Nesto had said to me about it being a tough crowd. Even though I did not know what that exactly meant, it put me on edge, and I began to get a little agitated, which is unlike me. I checked his number to see if he was on the chat App I use, and he was. I messaged him saying that I would like to take him up on his offer of having something to take the edge off; - Hey Nesto, it is Steven here. We met lastnight, I am over from England. I am beginning to feel nervous. What do you have that I can take? I saw he read my message immediately. But, he wasn't responding. I kept checking my phone every 30 seconds for about 10 minutes, and, nothing! I started to feel anxious, nauseous, and sweaty, so though, hey, let's take my evening shower. As I washed I instead of just washing my asshole, rinsing, and then be done with it, I washed, rinsed, then, probing commenced, with a finger finding its way inside. I gasped. Oh my goodness. It feels so GREAT. Why have I never done this to myself before. I was soon washed, dried, and in my sleep gear when I thought I would check my messages again. A couple from my man 'Lew', and several from 'Nesto'. My heart pounded. I headed straight for Nesto's set of messages; - Hey sluT. - Don't worry about what I will give you. It will help you put on a better show, and your audience to ENJOY you so MUCH M☢️RE! - Just make sure you have some fizzy pop in. And be ready to leave for your show before I arrive. - I will arrive at 8pm. You will need to leave at 9pm if you are to be there for 9.30pm. How did he know I had to be there for 9.30pm? He must know Aiden! 😈 - Give me your address PiG. - And sleep well. You will NEED your rest tonight! - N What did he mean by that. That I will need my rest tonight? I messaged my 'Lew', and soon was in bed, sleeping for the last working day of the week. My main job anyway Was I about to lose my virginity tomorrow night? My intuition told me that this was very much on the cards, yet, I found myself brushing it to one side, and to get on with the day on hand; Work during the day, and Dance for 1 hour at night. Surely that would be it. Right?

Thank you my friend @Monster5-8gPA. I am pleased you are liking the beginning, and where it is going 😈

PREQUEL to Chapter Four: - Hey Man. Are you one of the Dancers at this place. - Er, well, er, well sort of, I start on Friday. - I hear you are not from around these parts. Been here long buddy? - I arrived only yesterday. I am here for 6 months. - You start Friday night you say. That's the private function night. They're a tough crowd to please. You might want something to relax you. I can help you wit' that. Here, take my number. I can come over to your place before your shift, and give you somethin', make the evening go better. - Thank you. What is your name? - I'm Nesto. What's your's Man? - I am Steven. - I've got to split. Nice meeting you Steven. Call me. He gave me the 'call me' hand gesture, and no sooner had he appeared, he disappeared off into the night, and I luckily found the taxi place, and went home. What an INSANE first day. I went home, showered, had a quick app video chat with my Man, showered, had a few nibbles (I really must get some proper food in to cook myself), then completely crashed out. Tomorrow would be Thursday. My first full proper day at work, and the day before my first Dance gig here in Boston! And who was that Nesto fellow I wondered. Did he also know my *daytime & nighttime* Bosses Aiden & Ayan? .... Was I being set up to arrive loosened up in preparation to be 'L☢️☢️SENED up'? 😈

Chapter Three: Once at Aiden's club, we entered via a side entrance, and went upto his little apartment come office above it. Bit of a sleazy bachelor pad really. However, his actual home was nearby to be in the well to-do area where I was now residing. This was his cesspit where he loved to earn his living, and be a dirTy fucker at the same time. He left me in the living area and after a few short minutes came back with a Leather Harness, and almost knee length neoprene shorts that had a zip at the back. He threw them over to me; - Here, get yourself completely naked, and then put these on Stevie. I want to see how you move in costume during your audition. Do you have what it takes to be one of Aiden's class acts. Even though drunk, I in that moment kinda sobered up a little, and clammed up. - Oh, don't worry Stevie-Boy, I have seen it all before. Relax! And that is exactly what I did, relax. Although, it wasn't all that difficult, being fueled with alcohol. At the poinT I was completely naked, and figuring out how to put the Harness on, untangling it, Aiden walked over, knelt behind me to the side, and started slapping both of my ass cheeks. I was aware what he was doing, but was kinda too engrossed in trying to untangle the Harness and get it the correct way up to put it on me. He began to rub his stubble on my ass cheek nearest to him, and grunted as he rubbed his crotch through his jeans ... Yes, I got it, now to put the harness on. As I was putting it on, my *night time* boss spoke through his grunts; - Fuck yeah Stevie. I know plenty of guys in this city that would LOVE to fuck this cute, firm, young and ripe piece of meat, and unload their SPECIAL fuck juice deep inside your cunt. - Well, as you know Aiden ... *He interrupted me* - Erm, if you want this gig, you will address me as 'Boss'. I was a bit taken a back by his authoritative manner, yet, something I had only felt inside of me for the first time today stirred again. His controlling manner was turning me on. But, I still had an answer for him nonetheless. - Well, as you know, 'Boss', I am in a happy monogamous relationship, so, there will be no Men in this city fucking me, or cumming inside of me. As I said that, I immediately thought of Ayas, my *daytime-boss*, feeling a deep desire for him to penetrate my Virgin-Ass, fuck me powerfully and passionately with his abnormally sized Arabian-Dick, and spray his load deep inside of me. BUT, I told myself, keep that on the fantasy shelf. You have your sexy and handsome 'Lew' at home who loves and adores you. I put the zip up neoprene shorts on as my *nighttime-boss* sorted out some sounds for me to move to. He kicked back on his couch, lit up a cigar, and went to give me the nod to begin, but, I was already moving to the beat. I gave him my best moves facing him, and facing away as I wiggled my bubble-butt that he seemed to pretty obsessed with. Some of my friends at home teased me at what I waste my Ass was, and I should try being a bottom for a night, or two. Not going to happen as far as I was concerned. I am as addicted to beautiful Ass as the next wonderful Top, although the last 4 years I had only been paying attention to one in particular. About half way through my audition when I had my back to him, Aiden got up, came over, and unzipped the neoprene shorts I was wearing, slipping his hand in, taking in a good grope. I swiftly moved his hand away. - No. I said ~ No touching .- As you say Stevie. I guess I was being given enough rope to eventually get tied right up! 😈 I danced for about half an hour as my audience sat there, rubbing their crotch, and even getting their Dick out to wank off. I was still a bit jet-lagged, plus very tired after my first day here, and drunk, that I just had to sit down. - Sorry 'Boss'. I'm exhausted. My flight, My first day at work. I am drunk. I need to sleep. I have work in the morning. - I understand Stevie-Boy. Well, I believe you have got what it takes. Can you start Friday night? - That is your private function night, isn't it? - Sure is. I can fit you in for the 10.30pm to 11.30pm slot. You can meet all you other fellow Dancers, but, I will need to go through a few things with you first, so, please get here for 9.30pm. Okay!? - Yes, 'Boss'. - Now, here is my cell number. Do you have a U.S sim yet? - Yes, a company one. - Come to the side entrance we entered into, and buzz the intercom, and I'll let you in. I took off my audition gear, got my clothes on, and left. What was I doing? I didn't need to be doing this. I had a well paid job after-all. And today was only my first day here, and Friday was only a mere two days away. Was everything happening too fast? It felt like it, but, I rolled with it. I left the building, and as soon as I did, this rough looking Puerto Rican skin fella leapt out at me, and began to follow me as I went to fetch myself a cab (I think I know where I was going).

Chapter Two: - Well, firstly, no one is going to plant their seed inside of me as no one fucks me. I'm a TOTAL Top. And if someone were to fuck me, it would be with protection. - So you must be NEG then? - Yes, I am. All that stuff has always really scared me. His eyes seem to light up. I guess my sixth sense knew why, but, I remained calm. He made me feel at great ease, and I could not deny it, even though it wasn't the kind of bar that oozed intense sexual energy, it certainly was in our corner. BUT, I was already spoken for. I had to keep saying this, to myself, and Ayan. Was I in denial? 🙊 However, that did not stop me STARING at his OBSCENE MASSIVE package in his groin/thigh area each time he came back from the toilet. He was INSANELY BIG!! I actually knew right away I wanted him to fuck me. No one else had made me feel submissive like he did. He took control, and I was already under his spell. And I guess that has to say something from a 26 year old anal Virgin. I had fucked plenty. But had never been fucked. I also and with immense conflict found myself on this our first day of meeting fantasized about not only he Fucking me, but BARE too. But no, I mustn't. I have a loyal boyfriend at home patiently waiting for me to come home in 6 months time. My beautiful 'Lew'. Shortly after we had a few cocktails a magnum of vintage champagne was brought to our table. As we drank, chatted, laughed, and heavily flirted with complete restraint, there was this middle aged rotund guy who kept looking over. Not my type, but, something about him had me fascinated, wanting to know more. Suddenly, Ayan's phone went; - I have to get this, back in a moment. After several minutes, he returned. - Hey, Steven, I'm sorry, I have to go. Last minute urgent thing has come up. You enjoy the rest of the champagne my friend. I shall see you in work tomorrow. Don't be late. He abruptly vanished. Something did not seem right about that, like, it had been planned. I was soon to find out that this was the scenario. No sooner had he left, the middle aged rotund guy sidled his way up to my table, sat right next to me, and like Ayan grabbed my hand in a confident greeting; - Hey buddy, I am Aiden, what's your name? - Hey Aiden, I am Steven. - Aaaaaahhhh, from England!? - Yes. I just arrived yesterday. Started a new job for 6 months today. - Well, welcome to Boston. - Thank you. I was already high on Ayan's masculine authority, and hooked on his mysterious ways. And getting a little bit drunk now too. It did not take Aiden long to figure out via our conversation that I as a hobby am a Go-Go boi. Well, he actually, he didn't need to figure out, as he already knew, because he and Ayan are actually good friends! Ayan's abrupt exit was very well orchestrated! 😈 And I was the new piece of juicy MEAT in town being primed to thrown into the deep end, and swim in filTh until I became permanently S☣️ILED! - Aaaaaahhh, so you Go-Go dance at home. As it happens I own a club around the corner. We are open 6 days a week to the public, and closed on Friday's where we usually hold private functions. How do you fancy coming over tonight for an audition? I pay $200 for 1 hour dancing from my performers. Wow, easy Beer money. And doing something that I love. - Well, I will NOT allow any customer to touch me. I have a boyfriend at home who I am loyal too, and, I am happy in my Monogamous relationship. - Oh no no no, of course not Stevie. You dance. I pay you. You leave. - OK, sure, why not. He'd already cemented my place beneath him with his calling me Stevie, not Steven. He and Ayan and some BIG plans that would completely change the course of my life, for which I would one day be very grateful to them for. Aiden had you in the palm of his hand, talking about anything and everything, with many wild tales. If he was trying to impress me in my champagne haze, it was most definitely working. - C'mon Stevie, let's get you auditioned! I stood up, and stumbled a bit, I was pretty drunk by now. We left the bar, and made the short 5 minute walk to his club.

Chapter One: My boyfriend were out at our favourite restaurant celebrating two occasions. Our 4 year anniversary, and my promotion at work which entailed me going to Boston, from England, for 6 months. I was due to leave in 1 week. Once we got home from our happy celebrations, we carried on drinking with our own chilled Champagne on a blanket, on the floor, with some sweet sugary nibbles, Mediterranean house music, and each others wonderful company. Our own little picnic. We laughed, reminisced, made more plans for the future, and of course, we ending up having our usual wild passionate sex which had not dwindled at all in all the time we had been a couple. The evening ended with emptying the load in my balls deep inside his ass. We were both Neg, and Monogamous, so, all was fine in our own little world. As our final week together for a long while went on, we both became anxious. We really did not want to be away from one another. BUT, in the long term I was doing this for us, to give us a better future. And then, that dreaded day came. My flight. He took me to the airport, and we shared our goodbye that went on for far too long, with mutual waves through floods of tears as I disappeared through security. Once I was settled on the other side we continued our very emotional goodbyes via app. It was so hard, but, this had to be done. But, would my plan for a better future for me and my man go smoothly, or would there be repercussions? 😈 Once I arrived in Boston there was a chauffeur waiting to drive me to my new apartment for the next 6 months. I was already missing my Man terribly, yet, excited too to be in new unknown surroundings. It was all so thrilling. My employers had rented me a rather posh apartment in a well to-do part of town. My boyfriend would be squealing if he saw this. Our home was comfy, and merely modest. And we were happy with what we had, for the time being. I had a shower, then went out for a quick meal, came home, prepared for my first day at work the following day, took some sleepers so I could get onto Boston time, and I was very soon asleep, ready for the next part to my life. The following day I awoke fully refreshed, and arrived into work bang on time at 8am, eager to begin. On my first day at work I spent it with my boss, who with great strong strides and authority marched over to me and shook my hand, introducing himself; - Good Morning. You must be Steven from England. I am a confident being, but suddenly I felt my stomach knot. INSTANT sexual tension! - Ye ... Yeah. I mean, yes, yes I am. Good Morning to you too. And you are? - I am Ayan. Come through to my office. Follow me. I could not help but notice the extremely abnormal over sized package in his groin area, and down his leg. Wha .... I would very soon be thinking of Ayan as my *daytime boss*. We spent the day talking about my role, duties, and how the company operates, plus getting to know each other on a personal level too. It was all very laid back, whilst also retaining a certain air of formality, with that bubbling obvious two way sexual tension going on. He seemed to be keen on probing me about my hobby as a Dancer, which I put on the hobbies section on my application for the post. Having both came out to one another earlier in the day and our instant spark, I felt at ease to be able to tell him I have danced and do dance as a Go-Go boi as I really enjoyed doing it, and the extra money comes in handy, not that I need it. As I spoke his huge nipples underneath his pristine crisp ironed shirt seemed to become aroused. poking and pressing underneath the fabric, causing it to form two unmistakable and mouth-watering cotton mountains. My virgin cunt twitched! Virgin? Yes, but more about that later After my first day at work he took me out to dinner at a posh restaurant, which was then promptly followed on with a gay bar. It wasn't your typical crazy bar. The Music was subtle, gentle and quiet enough so you could have a proper conversation and minus any of the also typical sexual energy you frequently would find. Perfect for me as I was faithful to my boyfriend of 4 years back home in England, for which I was very clear to Ayan. We started out with a few cocktails each. - I hope you are not a bottom. Lots of hungry virile tops more than willing to plant their seed inside a cute young English boy like yourself. His charm and confidence made me feel relaxed, so his sussing me out did not make me feel uncomfortable. His directness and air of control once again made my Virgin cunt twitch! 🍑

PREQUEL to part 43; I let go of Igor and maneuvered myself so I was kneeling in front of Friedrich, took hold of his knotted Werewolf Dick, and lay my face on it as I submitted, intermittently kissing and licking his warm and wet throbbing, veiny knotted shaft. My Master continued to speak ... - You may use MY boy how you desire. But you will not harm him, and you will under no circumstances bite him. Now on your way. Friedrich picked me up with his Demon claws, and carrying me he flew out of the window, landing on the dry dirt ground several metres away from my Master's run down mansion. He let go of me, extended his arms out to his sides, and with his Werewolf Dick extending to a solid right angle to the ground he tilted his horned Demon head up towards the Moon, and began to HOWL into his new eternal existence. 🐺🌕

Part 42; My Dark-Lord twisted his head and upper body away from me, then with a huge almighty force thrust himself back facing me, which saw me slide off of him and go crashing into the mirrored wall, causing a HUGE ceiling to floor jagged crack in the mirror. I lay in a heap, meTh'd out of it, yet, also in shock. His sharp, quick, distorted, raspy voice bellowed down towards my meek mortal figure; - You WAIT your turn. Now get up, face the mirror put your arms above your head, arms up, and palms firmly on the glass. You are prohibited from removing your hands from where you place them. I did as I was told by the ultimate Master. He had spared my soul. But WHY? The next part of the night I would see via the reflection of the mirror I was now facing. The Dark-Lord jump down off from the plinth, to where my Goat-Beast Master 🐐 and his 5 friends 🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇 had been chanting. They removed themselves from the circle they had formed to reveal Friedrich and Igor huddled, and shaking in the middle of the reverse pentagram. The D-E-V-I-L picked up Friedrich, and impaled his skeletal frame onto the raging sea-anemone vessel that would be transporting him to another dimension. There was no time to waste, with Friedrich ordered to say those 12 all important words as he received a no holes barred brutal final DEATH-FUCK. 💀 It was the end of the road for him, and he had clearly now had enough. I watched on via the cracked mirror, and witnessed this spectacular event unfold. Friedrich uttered his last words; - I irrevocably give my soul to you for eternity, my Dark-Lord. Flames began to shoot from the D-E-V-I-L's thrashing tail 🔥 and then the base of his Death-Dick violently twitched, where now Molten-Lava was being spewed into Friedrich's guts. Friedrich's face animated into a Euphoric state as he let out a long silent death-scream, and before long I was witnessing his soul being yanked out from his chest, then out from his mouth, and into the D-E-V-I-L. He instantly became limp, and was thrust off, just like happened with me a short while ago. My German AIDS stud's limp lifeless body was thrown into the air, eventually landing near to my feet, and to my inflammed disease-dripping prolapse. He immediately picked up Igor, and, the same situation played out, with his lifeless body landing side by side to Friedrich's. And in a flash, our Dark-Lord was nowhere to be seen. Doctor Spike climbed the plinth, and checked both of their pulses. - They're gone. 'L', cover them with hay. - Yes Doctor Stanis. I looked down and in-between my legs, seeing Igor and Friedrich laying motionless, looking peaceful, with my giant meaty battered prolapse dangling and wobbling from side to side, with dripping death-juice landing close to those who gave it to me. Sir (aka; 'L') came up and completely covered them with hay as instructed. My Goat-Beast Master who was now sat in his armchair recommenced one of his initial tricks, that being probing my cunt with his serpent tongue via his mind. It flicked over my prostate which gave me the urge to play with my tits, BUT, I remembered the ultimate Master had given me a strict instruction I was not to remove my hands from the cracked mirror unless told otherwise. My Master yanked my flopped out wet battered cunt with his serpent tongue until it was at a right angle to my body (mid air), and became more aggressive with his serpent probing. I started to scream in ecstasy. DAMN, I wanted to play with my tits, body, and Dick. I caught sight of my reflection. My face looked grey and oily, my beautiful Golden curly hair was gone, and my eyes looked wide and demonic. I also saw my NEG cum very slowly drip down on the mirror, and being the filThy nasTy Fag-PiG that I AM I feverishly licked it up. Once it was all gone and swallowed, I continued licking, if by some insane miracle more of my cum was going to magically appear. THEN ... From my feet, the layers of hay began to rustle. Igor and Friedrich were now MOVING! My Master's probing abruptly stopped, and the rustling gradually grew bigger and louder, with an increasing in volume and intensity of rabid growling. Looking over my shoulder and down to the marble plinth behind me my gaze was now transfixed at the new life of death rising beneath me. I watched like this for a few minutes where I then turned my head back to facing the mirror as my neck had now gone into spasm, and continued to watch the rustling via the reflection. The dead suddenly leapt to their hind legs 🐺🐺, growling, snarling, saliva drooling, with their thick, bright white, purple veined, knotted and slippery Werewolf Dicks swinging between their legs. The two new demons in town (well, in the middle of nowhere actually) were now part Werewolf, part Demon, with some remaining Human characteristics. Waist down they were now that of a Werewolf, with their swinging Wolf-Dicks, and strong muscled hairy hind legs and Glutes. Between their waist and neck they had the similar shape of a Human that was into heavy working out, with all the muscle groups rippling against the engorged veins, and bulging underneath through rough leather like skin, and thick layers of soft Werewolf hair. Their hands were those of a Demon, bony, with pointy jagged nails. Their heads were also that of Demons; Bright glowing cream coloured eyes, large pointed ears that were pointing up and back. Long horns also pointing up with the ends curving down. Teeth were a rotten brown colour, and razor sharp that formed a prison cell bars like look as the top and bottom teeth nestled together amidst the constant drooling saliva. It seemed as though they might be able to fly too, as they had large bony jagged wings sprouting from their backs. Even though I was meTh'd out of my tree, they scared me. They were now very frightening looking creatures, YET, their Werewolf Dicks had me aching for them to USE me how they so desired. And it was not long before they went to take what they wanted. They were brand new to the demon world, rabid, and READY to maul me! They both grabbed me by a wrist each, and pulled me to the centre of the plinth, yanking me from side to side, with each one fighting for the ultimate dominance over me. My Master swiftly stood up from his armchair, slamming his stick down once, bringing the entire room into silence, and order. The two new demons let go of me, with their attention taken to listening to my Master's authority. As he addressed Igor & Friedrich I fell to my knees between them, linking my arms around their thick hairy lower Werewolf legs. I looked up at Friedrich, my former mustached AIDS stud, and he snarled down at me, with his breath of immense stench blowing down and into my throat. I brought my gaze down to his thick bright white, knotted Demon-Dick that throbbed amidst the thick, ragged, bulging, purple veins.

PREQUEL to part 42; The D-E-V-I-L broke his silence with his sharp, quick, distorted, raspy voice; - Remember Charlie, there is a specific condition attached per your request for my Molten Lava Death-Seed to be sprayed deep into your Human flesh. - Yes, I remember clearly. I have to give you my soul. His jet black sea anemone tentacles that last time gave me an electric shock sending my body into spasm which made my body neck down go limp this time commenced a deep fast rhythmic massage of my innards, causing me to leak a bucket of NEG pre-cum. I let go of my thighs, and took to working on my tits. For a few minutes only I lay there, dangling in mid air on the D-E-V-I-L's Death-Dick, with its little helpers doing their job on taking me to the point of no return. As I continued to work on my tits my skin increasingly began to burn up, with my sweat evaporating into a fine mist into the EVIL night air. And then, I let out a MASSIVE grunt, and shot a huge NEG load over my torso, with some of it landing on the mirror behind me. During my orgasm the words fell out of my mouth; - I irrevocably give my soul to you for eternity, my Dark-Lord. ... Charlie, what have you done?

Part 41; There was a gap between my two side by side almost lifeless AIDS studs. I crawled in between them, and lay on my back, with my legs akimbo, and shoved four fingers inside my AIDS loaded NEG cunt and began to finger fuck myself aggressively, feeling these studs hyper viral fuck juice splashing about as I jabbed myself in sheer intense greedy moaning and grunting Fuck-Fag-PiG lust. I turned to Friedrich and eagerly lapped up his chin, lips, and mustache of the remnants from our play had a little while ago. - Thank you for your Death-seed sexy stud. I kissed him, and he smiled. I grabbed a hold of his toxic shaft, which was still very much STIFF, and leaking. I eagerly scooped up the mixture of his and I's bodily fluids, and smeared them all over my face. I then turned to Igor, sweet sweet Igor, and gave him thanks too, also planting a kiss on his lips, which again was met with a smile of appreciation. With equal eagerness I also scooped our bodily fluids from his toxic shaft, and wrote on my chest three upside down nines. The PIG had landed! Doctor Spike marched in with Sir and Usher in tow, and instructed that his two patients be carried up to the plinth room. As the physically strong carried away the frail I remained laying in the same spot, continuing to aggressively four finger my cunt. - Someone disobeyed me didn't they, not staying in the spot I ordered you to stay in. You will be punished accordingly when I feel the time is right. Once I have put this in, you will make your way to the plinth room. He pushed in my prolapse, then inserted the Goat-Hoof Butt plug, as to keep Friedrich & Igor's diseased multiplying viral filTh where it should be. I got up and then with difficulty (as my cunt lips were now being forced apart) walked out of the Medical Chamber, and out into the main part of the basement within the shower area. I noticed the full length mirror that Sir made me look in to when I had been dressed in my skimpy metallic red rubber jockstrap and the rest of that particular corresponding attire. As I awkwardly walked over to take a look at myself the depraved Doctor secured the chamber, and swiftly made his way to the plinth room on the top floor. I gazed at my reflection of a meTh fueled body at the beginning of it's brand new journey. Already I was looking very different, although in another 16 months approximately I would be looking completely different to how I was now, despite already big changes in such a short space of time. I admired Friedrich & Igor's high viral tainted blood all over my chest, and face, which mingled in with my Master's oily Demon-Beast-Cum, making my skin all wet and sticky. The D-E-V-I-L's scratch mark across my navel continued to tingle, and glow. I glanced at my now bald scalp, and instead of feeling sad at the loss of my beautiful hair I cherished all these years, it seemed to just further fuel my deep inner pig. I looked deep into my eyes as I grabbed my now super sensitive tits, pulling and twisting VERY hard which was causing my cunt to repetitively clamp down tightly on the Goat-Hoof Butt plug that had it stuffed shut. I pulled and twisted, pulled and twisted, and with my face contorting MY growing Demon within spoke to my inner Charlie, the young man of innocence who would soon be forever lost; - You are a fucking nasTy whore Charlie. Let all the Dark entities and fucked up twisTed depraved EVIL filTh that surrounds you shape what you ARE going to become. I then heard inside my head, a summons; - Charlie, come to the plinth room, NOW! Once here you will climb to the top of the marble plinth, sit against the mirror so you are facing opposite the St Andrew's Cross, unplug your cunt, PUSH out your prolapse, and PLAY with it. - Hail Master. Yes Master. I walked up the steps out of the basement, then began my ascent up the long winding creaky staircase, completely naked, with my skin only covered with various human and Demon bodily fluids, all of it highly t☢️xic, and utterly disgusting. I reached the door to the plinth room. The door was closed, and all I could hear demon chanting. I could not wait to be as instructed playing with my AIDS cum filled prolapse, so without hesitation I opened the door. The usual fizzling fuzzy fire red glow that lit up the room was no longer, with the room only being lit up my moon light. Usher and Sir were sat on the couch, Doctor Spike was sat on a bale of hay in the corner, and my Goat-Beast Master and his 5 Goat-Beast friends were circled around the Reverse Pentagram drawn on the floor, Demon-chanting. I climbed up the plinth, and sat against the mirror, unplugged my cunt, and pushed out my inflamed battered prolapse. Its warmth felt wonderful against the coolness of the marble slab. In my meTh haze and using both hands I rubbed over and over my flopped out cunt flesh, and eagerly finger fucked myself, feeling and massaging in the multiple viral loaded Demon & Human toxic fliTh, as I watched from high up the Demons chanting. As their chanting grew louder and stronger, my self degradation grew more intense as I fingered and FFisted my sloppy prolapse. And when the fever consuming this entire space could not rise anymore, my vision and hearing for several seconds went blank. When my senses had returned, I instantly realised that the chanting had ceased, and stood in front of me, towering over this mere pathetic mortal at his feet, was the return of our Dark-Lord, the D-E-V-I-L. 👺 - PLEASE Fuck Me and Cum INSIDE me MY Dark-Lord, I am READY to give you my Soul. He picked me up, and impaled me on his bright glowing orange Hot-Poker shaft. The jet black sea anemone tentacles flared from his Molten-Lava iron immortal Death-Fuck-tool once again stuck themselves deep into my battered insides as my legs just like last time lay on his fins that poked out intermittently either side of him. My hands gripped tightly to the sides of my thighs, pulling them tightly as to try and spread my legs further still, even though they were spread as far as nature would already allow. Without flinching he bored into my eyes with his unnerving, scary, Dark-EVIL presence. I stared back in return, my face smiling in lust, want, and greed, with my tongue poking out and making weird movements amidst my repetitive meTh-grunts. This went on for several minutes, with me lusting like some demented maniac, desperate to be fucked and filled by my Dark-Lord, with he remaining completely still, eerily silent, and his hot, hard steel exterior yet again heating up my cool smooth pale skin until I was now HEAVILY dripping with sweat. I now could not wait anymore; - PLEASE cum INSIDE my cunt, my WONDERFUL Dark-Lord. PLEASE ... 🐽

hehe @ 'Of course he won't' ... You seem to know what makes Charlie tick @TTFN 👺🍆☣️💦💦

Pleased you are enjoying the continuation @Monster5-8gPA ... A few more chapters on their way, for those hungry greedy PiGs! 🐷

My t☢️xic load and Dick come as a package. If a bottom boy wants the privilege of having me fuck him, he will graciously (as gracious as a pig could ever be 😈) take EVERYTHING that I have to give, or, it's a no sail. RAW is absolutely how the wild nature intended ~ Sperm deposited DEEP inside that cunt-gut! 💦

PREQUEL to part 41; Doctor Spike seem to go into crisis mode, yet he remained calm and methodical even within his sense of urgency. - NATAS, power down the Gates to Hell, and unlock the Chamber door. - Powering down Gates to Hell, and unlocking Chamber door. The flames disappeared, with the bright lights of the Medical Chamber returning. The door clicked and opened slightly. He in a heartbeat went to his lab area, and returned with three syringes. The first two were given to Igor & Friedrich. As soon as the solution went in, their motionless bodies began to move and I could see that they were breathing once again. Friedrich was hauled off of me, and lay down on the floor side by side with Igor. I was instructed in a firm manner to lie flat on the floor, where I received the third syringe. Doctor Spike opened my cannula. - What are you giving me Doctor?- This is no time for questions Charlie. You are to lay exactly where you are, and don't move. Understood. - Okay. In went my solution, and he rushed out of the slightly ajar door. I knew exactly what he had given me. I recognised this feeling ~ Meth! Well, there is no way I could now stay in the position I was ordered to; I was flying, and HORNY, with a cunt full of incubating death-seed! Where had the Doctor gone to, and, would I behave and stay still?

Part 40; I won't lie, as soon as my ankles and wrists became unlocked an image of my boyfriend did flash across my mind. Why? At that poinT in time, I really did not care, and grabbed hold of Friedrich's Leather executioner clad yellow cheek sunken gaunt face, and kissed even deeper than before his sewer stinking throat. My legs instinctively went up and wrapped around his bony back, with my heels pulling him and his bacterial oozing viral bleeding slab of violently t☢️xic Death-Meat deeper into my flopped out soft and wet NEG boy-cunt. I had dreamed of this moment for years, so, if losing my hair (thus, my old identity) is what it took to get this stud to leak his legacy into me, then it was completely worth it! It wasn't a hard fast fuck, it was slow, yet his strokes were firm and solid. He would stop every few minutes for a minute or two to regain his composure. During his times of rest I would feel the rotting toxic Fuck-Weapon to this beautiful AIDS stud pulsate deep inside of my warm and wet insides. They were waiting with excitement to be flooded with his final load of HIGHLY charged Death-seed. 💀I stopped kissing him, pushing his head away from mine several inches so I could look into his eyes. Despite his exhausted tired look in his eyes, he still projected his alpha essence perfectly. He continued his slow yet firm solid strokes with no safety barrier between his BARE dirTy AIDS Stud-Dick heavily dripping with Disease, and my, still, NEG boy-cunt. I continued my look into his eyes ... - Oh fuck YES. I am ready. Flood my guts with your infectious filTh. Give me what I deserve, and what you WANT to give to me. With a lot of effort he stood up right, and withdrew, returning to rubbing his slab of BARE pus oozing, and HIV-Hep C bleeding P☣️Z Death-Meat over and around my sweet, wet and warm velvety NEG prolapse, and once again with his mouth and lips contorting with a depraved lust for a sick and nasTy Death-Fuck. The bleeding on his shaft seemed to be intensifying. He now spoke as he continued rubbing over my flopped out cunt, although I obviously could not understand what he was saying ... - Fuck YES. Got myself a hungry NEG sluT here who craves to have what I have. And you are lucky enough PiG to be getting my multiple strains of Hep C, and several strains of HIV including my med resistant strain, plus my aggressive virulent strain, which given the ideal conditions will be fast acting, and you will be like I am now in no time, courtesy of our good Doctor here. I cannot hold on much longer. I am going back inside your sweet warm cunt now, and within a few short strokes, you will have M☢️RE of what you want. - STOP! Not so fast Friedrich. Sit back down in your wheelchair. Doctor Spike had halted proceedings with my sticky mustached AIDS STUD. He promptly wheeled Igor over to where I lay, took his hospital gown off from the front, then picked him up from his wheelchair, and ordered me to reach out and finish removing his gown, which was dangling from the front of his body as he was being held from behind. I removed it, only to see yet another emaciated body. And it turned me ON! Yet, just like Friedrich, his Death-Dick was raging STIFF to attention. I was more than happy to oblige. Doctor Spike picked him up, and lay him on his back on the floor on a row of cushions for comfort. - Right Charlie, you will sit on Igor's pus oozing Dick, facing him, and ride him very slowly. Before I got to him, Doctor Spike got the tainted scalpel, and made an incision, just like he did a short while earlier. Igor's shaft was now covered in blood. I straddled him, took hold of of his beautiful bloodied Death-Meat, and slowly slid down. His eyes were not focused, and looked in odd directions as he gave groans and grunts of delight of feeling my warm and wet boy-cunt embrace and envelope his bleeding, diseased and throbbing Death-Dick that was more than worthy of such attention. I looked at my hand that had just guided his Dick into me, and, it was covered in his highly toxic fluid. I smeared it over my lips and all over my face like any good little obedient FaG-PiG should. Igor took hold of my waist with his frail pale bony hands, and held onto me softly, as I rocked back and forth. My young firm flesh against his decaying ravaged body in the darkened Medical Chamber were both lit up by the 'Gates of Hell' raging burning flames with an array of demons from behind the flames watching on, including my Master and his 5 fellow Goat-Beat friends 🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🐐, and Sir, who was currently in his demon form. They could not enter unless Doctor Spike requested NATAS to 'open' the 'Gates of Hell'. Igor's grunts and groans increased in their frequency and intensity. I THEN felt a hand push me forward. It was Friedrich. I soon felt him re enter me, swiftly followed by him letting his body completely relax so he was now putting his whole body weight on top of me. He started fucking me again, and I was using all my strength to hold myself up in position. Igor from somewhere summoned some last energy, and began to rock his hips upwards to fuck me too. Heavenly HELL, being double fucked by two wasting and deathly AIDS studs, with both of their pus oozing pieces of SUPER CHARGED pieces of Fuck-Meat bleeding inside of me. Igor's soft grip suddenly tightened, and he gripped onto my waist tightly, with his long unkempt fingernails digging into my skin. He and Friedrich began a dialogue, with the latter breaking the silence; - Oh FUCK, ... YES, this is it. Take what you NEED you nasTy PiG-faGGot. I am almost there. - Friedrich my friend. You are very close by. I can no longer see at all, but, my sense of touch is super heightened, and this NEG sluT I have heard so much about feels firm, soft, ripe, and ready to begin it's journey we have both experienced. I am getting VERY close to busting what I know will be my last ever load. My most toxic and violently venomous one ever. He IS going to get it. - Hey, Igor. My dear friend. Yes, I am here. Our bleeding 🆎 slabs of dirTy diseased Death-Meat sliding over each other, leaking Gono pus, pre cum, blood, most of it virus replicating at an intense rate. I cannot hold it in any longer. Here it comes you nasTy NEG Fuck-PiG. I'm cuuuUUUUUUUhhhhmmmiiiiiiNG *GRUUUNT* 💦💦💀💦💦 - Fuck YES, here comes my filThy legacy too. Oh YEEEEES, you want it, here it is you worthless fag. Where did that come from? Igor's last words were full of powerful and primitive instinctive deaThly desire, and as he uttered his last word he let go of my waist, and grabbed me tightly around my neck as my DP AIDS fuckers grunted like rabid animals, unloading their super charged deadly seed into my accommodating guts. Igor's hands fell from my neck, and Friedrich's body became even heavier, as the both abruptly became silent, and motionless. Had they died? Or, were they still with us and be able to be saved, by someone, or, something?