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Part 13; I walked away from the beast that I was over the Full-Moon to be worshipping to look around and familiarize myself with my surroundings as my Master had just instructed me too. I was in this Ketamine haze in this fizzling fuzzy fire red glow moon-lit room; I felt like I was in a completely different dimension, and walking on clouds. I could just about hear my boyfriend calling out to me, but, his voice was very faint, as I was starting to become detached. I took a good look around, first seeing the worktop (mini kitchen) at the back right, then the stacks of bales of hay at the back left. In between these two places is the door, of course. I then looked to the next wall where my boyfriend was hanging, BUT, I couldn't see him even though he was there. I just saw the wooden chairs, and various BDSM items on the floor and hanging on the walls. I briefly saw Sir & Usher sat on the couch talking, with Usher smoking. I then came face to face with my Master again. He did not speak, nor move, but, he began to probe my cunt with his serpent tongue again, just like when I was in the car upon arrival, and outside the door to this room before I entered. I started to moan, grunt, and pant in ecstasy. Master then gave me a firm instruction, but, he didn't speak like normal, his voice was inside my head. I was to climb the plinth, and when at the top lie on my back with my cunt facing him, which would have my head facing the door, and my boyfriend to the right of the room. My Master got up and slowly walked behind the stacks of bales of hay, and, I heard 4 intermittent grunts. He had just shot 4 squirts of his cum into a copper jug. From what he explained to me earlier, that would be a litre of his Demon Juice. But for what purposes would it be used? 👊 He then went to the small kitchen area, and got out two syringes, two tourniquets from the BDSM area, and walked over to where Sir was sitting. - 'L'. - Hail Master. Yes Master. - Take this jug of my t☢️xic cum, these two syringes of Meth, two tourniquets, and go to MY Charlie. I want you slam him in each arm, then FIST him in preparation for the final phase of pozzing from his Master. - Yes Master. Sir climbed upto the top of the plinth. He attached a tourniquet to each arm, and tapped the crease to my arms at the elbow joint. - What are you doing Sir? - You want to be pozzed by our Master? - Yes, YEs, YES, I do! - Well, this is to help towards take you to the final level where you WILL be getting what you truly desire. Now, close your eyes, and take slow deep breaths in and out, in and out. I done this for about 1 minute when I felt a slight scratch in my left arm, then, another slight scratch in my right arm. Then, simultaneously Sir plunged in both syringes. BOOM. Very quickly I started breathing heavily, sweating, and feeling even hotter, and had the NEED for my MASTER to literally FUCK & INFECT me within the next 5 seconds! Every muscle in my body and my CUNT relaxed and were ready to take anything! - OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG. - Are you OK Charlie? - I NEED MASTER inside me. NOW. - Charlie, I want you to get on all 4's, and face the St Andrews Cross. - Yes Sir. I got in position as I was instructed to. Then Sir dipped his hand into our Master's highly viral, warm, thick gooey Demon-cum (the BEST lube for the occasion) and commenced the Fisting of my HUNGRY boy-cunt. And not much effort was needed to get upto his wrist in a very short time! Each time Sir went in I felt truly satisfied as he turned, twisted, and fucked me with his hand and first part of his forearm. Each time he pulled out to get more Demon-lube my mind was demanding he go back in, IMMEDIATELY! Sir had now been Fisting me for about an hour and had achieved getting upto almost his elbow, and getting both hands in up to about half way up both arms. At one point he came in line with my face and showed me his hand and forearm. - Well someone is a little piggy aren't they. Look at my fist and forearm, covered in out Master's cum, and your cunt juice, and traces of your neg blood I see, too. - Fuck yeah Sir. Carry on. My cunt feels empty, and I want to be STUFFED all the time. It now been about 90 minutes of my cunt being prepared for an event I had been thinking about for a few years now. Although I didn't imagine it being in such an intense scenario. I looked upto my boyfriend. Our eyes connected; - Charlie Darling. It isn't too late. We can stop all this foolishness, and go home. 🏡

@TTFN ... I guess we have to give the boyfriend some credit here ~ He is refusing to lose hope 😈

Part 12; As my Master and I became acquainted, and my boyfriend hung from the St Andrew's Cross, Sir and Usher were on the couch chatting as Usher got heavily stoned on weed. Sir spoke first; - So you are a landscape gardener, plus restore buildings and furniture. Impressive! - Thanks mate. I'd like to take a look around tomorrow and assess the place. From my initial observations, I wouldn't mind staying here for a while and working for your governor over there. - We'll speak with him tomorrow evening about it. - What does your governor do during the day? - He spends ALL of daylight hours in what is known as 'Master's Lair' down in the Basement. - Interesting! How did you and the governor meet? - Well, I very much started off like little Charlie over there. He never ever called me by my name though. It was 'L' from the get go. That is his thing, always calling people by their initial. - Guess he must have a bit of a soft spot for Charlie-boy, then. - I think he does! My Master released his serpent tongue from deep within my throat, and his Demon claws from my cunt. I on the other hand whilst still maintaining my gaze on my boyfriend kept on stroking, rubbing, and squeezing my Master's EEL Dick. I slid my hand down to the end of his thick, black, slippery and HOT Demon shaft, and began to feel around on the inside to the hollowed out ending. I found what is my Master's 1" urethral opening, and instinctively inserted a finger. My Master began to GROWL very loudly. - Charlie, take your finger out of there. NOW! Oh no, had I just upset him? - Sorry Master. Did I do wrong? - On the contrary. If you want your Master to cum quickly, you put your finger where you just did, and give it a little rub. But, NOT now! - Oh Master, I am dying to have your cum injected into my cunt, or sprayed down my throat. I cannot wait much longer. - Very soon MY Charlie. Very soon. I rocked my hips and let out a little groan. - There are two ways that us Goat-Beasts ejaculate Charlie. The first is like when a Man would urinate. This is an actual orgasm, with our thick cum flowing out, just like piss! This way we ejaculate about 1/2 a litre each minute. And an orgasm will last for five minutes. Non stop! - Fucking HELL 🔥 What is the second way Master? - The other way, is we shoot out short sharp squirts. Not an actual orgasm, just typical greedy Demon play! Each squirt ejaculates about 1/4 litre. This way can give you upto a litre of you Master's Cum in 1 minute! Now stand up. - Yes Master. I stood up, keeping my gaze still fixed on my boyfriend up on the St Andrews Cross. My Master removed my nightshirt and let it drop, until it lay in a crumpled heap around my feet. He then started spanking me, and HARD, alternating between each ASS cheek. The intensity of his spanking grew and grew to the point my feet would move from the ground as I could not maintain my balance. He kept this going for quite a while, and, even though I was off of my face on K, I could feel my cheeks were now becoming sore. I would later see his Demon prints imprinted onto my peachy red raw rump. My Master then stood up, held his HAIRY Beast body against my super smooth body, wrapped his arms around me, and looked up to my boyfriend, and said; - Charlie is ALL MINE! 👺👱‍♂️ Through his tears and his voice faltering he feebly replied; - He isn't .... he isn't. Master then let go of me, put his cloak on, and sat back down. I STILL had not seen his body, Dick, or Balls! When would I? - Charlie, I now want you to wander around the room for a while. Familiarize yourself with your surroundings. - Yes, my MASTER. I made my way, with my head spinning, into the very large, fizzling fuzzy fire red glowing, moon-lit room, with a feeling of falling into an abyss of Dark and depraved piggy lust.

Thank you @Monster5-8gPA for your concise summary ~ You absolutely nailed it! 😛

Part 11; My Master addressed the Skinhead. - What is your name, young Man? - It's Usher mate - Welcome Usher. I shall call you 'U', like I do with 'L'. I like that you are not scared of me. <--> Now Charlie, tell your Master what this locked chain around your neck is all about. - Hail Master. Yes Master. It symbolizes that my boyfriend over there OWNS me. He is my key-holder. - I see. My Master looked towards my boyfriend who was still being restrained by Sir, and Usher. - Do you have the key on your person? - Yes. It is in my back pocket, but I am NOT unlocking it. That boy is MINE. Now let him go, and let us leave. Master grabbed his stick, and slammed it down so hard it was like this inferno of a room literally shook. My boyfriend looked each way at Sir & Usher, wriggling his arms, and said; - OK, OK, let me go, I will unlock him. They released their grip, and my boyfriend took out the key from his back pocket, and walked over, and proceeded to unlock me. And he muttered; - I don't know why you are so bloody well hell bent on me unlocking this chain lock from my Charlie. I do not know what you are, but I know you are not of this world. Now when I have unlocked, you will let my boy and I go, and never bother us again. *CLICK*. I was unlocked. - Now take it from his neck, and hand it to me. - Here you go. Now let us go dammit. - Your final foolish mistake of many of the night young Man. With that around his neck 'locked' you still had control and you both could have walked out of here and gone home, and there would be nothing I could do about it. Your lack of courage is your weakness. 'U' and 'L', ... STRIP him! Sir & Usher grabbed my boyfriend and proceeded to strip him of his full Leather 'Master' attire. He struggled, but he was no match. As I was perving over Sir, I noticed he wasn't the slightest bit out of breath. In fact, it looked like he wasn't even breathing. With my boyfriend now naked, and restrained, it was upto Master to decide what happened to him. Sir calmly asked; - Hail Master. What shall we do with him? Tossing my neck chain lock, and key out the window, my Master replied; - Put him up on the St Andrews Cross. If he is such a 'audience' enthusiast, then, it would be refreshing for him to watch what is going on around him, for a change. ON THE CROSS!! Again, my boyfriend put up a fight, but, he really should have just saved his energy. And MY time. I was super eager for my MASTER's Demon Dick ripping up my cunt, eager for his Demon cum filling me up (I wonder what it would look/feel like), and of course the ultimate prize. I could hardly contain my excitement that he had the strain I dare not admit to anyone was the one I wanted ravaging my young body. - Now listen very carefully Charlie. I want you to look up and fix your gaze on your boyfriends face, and look into his eyes. I want him to know what you are exactly feeling. And I want you to know what he is exactly feeling too. You do NOT avert your gaze for a single second. Even if I am talking to you, or getting you to do things. Understood? - Hail Master. Yes. I fully understand. I did as I was told. My Master unbuttoned the buttons on my nightshirt from top to bottom, and opened up the garment. He then took his cloak off to reveal his INSANELY hairy body, his low hanging testicles, and EEL like Dick! Although I wasn't allowed to lay eyes on them now, I would later on see for myself that his entire body from neck to ankle (Demon hands excluded) was covered in thick black hair that lay 2" above his skin. His Dick; It was jet black, shiny, slippery, felt wet yet HOT to the touch, had a strong musky smell, and, was without a foreskin! The tip of his Dick was hollowed out, and as that hollow moved to the edges it's depth lessened which gave two side tentacles. In the centre of the hollow was a 1" in diameter urethral tube! The entire shaft had the same girth, that of my upper arm, and the shaft descended as far as his knee. Hanging just below his knees was his transparent black scrotum. His scrotum held his perfect glowing red testicles. My MASTER took my hand, and placed it on his Demon EEL Dick; - Charlie. I want you to slowly rub my Dick. I want you really take your time getting to know what you are playing with. Because, you WILL be playing with it LOTS. I promise! - Hail Master. Yes Master. He took my hand and placed it on his wet slippery shaft, and guided my hand slowly over it, then let go to let me find out for myself. As I gently stroked it I felt it contract, and heat up. I stroked. I rubbed. I squeezed. I started to groan, and rock my hips as I imagined him sticking his Demon Dick deep into my willing and very eager boy-cunt. My MASTER placed his Demon hand on my right leg, pushed it apart from my other leg whilst rubbing up and down the back of my thigh. He looked at my boyfriend who was looking down on us, and keeping his stare (as was I keeping my gaze) slivered out his serpent tongue and slowly licked up my neck, then onto my chin, then onto my sweet full lips which he spent some time probing. My groaning intensified as I felt every nerve in my body tingle. I started to smile as I was in such PLEASURE! My boyfriend saw my smile, just as I saw his tears of sadness roll down his cheeks. - Please Charlie, no. Please, let's go home, My Darling. He sobbed, but, there was nothing I could do about that now. Suddenly my smile left me as the pleasure I was feeling was becoming too intense, and my jaw dropped and my groans were now so loud they echoed right around the fizzling fuzzy fire red glow room and out into open Moon-lit country air. I continued to obey my Master looking deep into my boyfriends eyes, so, he would have seen the super intense Pig-Slut-Lust look that suddenly consumed my eyes. I screamed; - HAIL MASTER. FUCK me. FUCK me. FUCK my CUNT. Spray your DEMON CUM deep inside my guts. GIVE me your wonderful VIRULENT toxic GIFT. PLEASE MASTER, PLEASE. I AM READY. 👺🐙💦💦🔥🐐 Suddenly my Master THRUST two of his Demon fingers with their sharp black claws inside my cunt, and mercilessly Demon finger fucked me. His claws hurt at they sunk into my cunt flesh, but I ENJOYED the pain, as it was him. THEN, his serpent tongue in a flash slid right down my throat, and was feverishly probing it. Exactly what was probing my cunt when I first laid eyes on this room from the car downstairs. My boyfriend was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was in absolute Piggy-HELL. And, now, the Ketamine was really began to kick in. 5 Bats suddenly appeared on the window ledge. And sat there, like they were WATCHING! 🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

Part 10; Sir opened the door, and all 4 of us walked in. Except for Sir, we were all hit by the fizzling fuzzy fire red glow that filled the room. It felt like a very hot summers day 🔥🔥 I started to take in my surroundings. The wall to the left and the ceiling were completely mirrored. The wall to the left of the door was a small worktop area with mini fridge that was for making/storing drinks/snacks, not that much of that went on here I do not think. The wall to the right of the door was stacked up with several bales of hay. To the centre of the mirrored wall on the left was a HUGE square jet BLACK marble plinth, which two lengths of me could lie down each way. It was a little higher than me (and I am 5ft 8"). The mirrored end to the plinth (the HEAD) was right against the wall, with wooden steps on the other three sides, so you could walk to the top. The (FOOT) of the plinth was also a large mirror. So there were three marble surfaces, the two sides, and the top. The mirrored ceiling was super high, so, any Man or Beast could easily stand on the plinth with room to spare. 😈 On the wall to the right was a big St Andrews Cross using a very old Dark wood, complete with Leather wrist & ankle restraints. Either side of the 'Cross' were various BDSM items on the floor and hanging on the wall, with a few very old wooden chairs either side. And now, the wall at the back ----> The centre of the wall was the window which was now wide open, and the Moon was beaming in, blending in with the fizzling fuzzy fire red glow. To the right of the window was a long deep red chesterfield couch. And to the left of the window, was a deep red chesterfield armchair. And there he IS ----> My MASTER! 🐐👺 I was immediately aroused, and attracted. His head was that of a Black Goat's Head, with 2 magnificent long grey horns. He had 3 top central incisor teeth that were yellow/brown stained, and 2 canine teeth that were a bright white, and that were prominently long, and SHARP! He had a cloak which like Sir's went down to his ankles, but unlike Sir's, his did not hang from his shoulders, as his also had sleeves. The outer part to his cloak was made of grey goat hair, and the inner was of a soft burgundy silk lining. My Master was sat there, silent, with his deep red demon hands interlinked via his deep red demon fingers that had very sharp black claws. The skin on his feet was also a deep red, and also with sharp claws. Sir spoke; - Hail Master. - Welcome home 'L'. So Sir's name began with 'L'. I wonder what he was really called. - What dose of liquid Ketamine did you give my Charlie at the club, 'L'? - Just a total of half a dose, Master. - Prepare him a full dose in a glass of his favourite cool beverage, Coke. I know that is your favourite cool drink, isn't it Charlie. - Yes Master. Sir interjected; - From now on boy, you will always say 'Hail Master' when he addresses you. You are required to say that once if he is just saying one sentence to you, and again only once if he is initiating an entire conversation with you. - Yes Sir. I understand. - Yes, thank you 'L'. I am sure his Master can forgive this minor discrepancy as he has only just arrived. And is so fresh and ready for the night ahead. Not to mention his future. Sir took my drink and placed it on the wooden table next to where Master was sitting. - Come Charlie, come and sit between your Master's legs, and drink your Ketamine & Coke. - Hail Master. Yes Master. I walked over to him, slowly. With each step I felt myself become more intoxicated by his Dark Power! I was now right by his feet. I turned around, hiked up my nightshirt, and as I sat down on his chair between his legs he at the same time opened up and closed his cloak, enveloping me in his grip. Watching this unfold infuriated my boyfriend and he lunged forward, with Sir and the Skinhead forcibly restraining him back. - What the hell ... - 'L'. Do please tell me who these two Men are. - Hail Master. Yes Master. This angry and very foolish man here is Charlie's new boyfriend. He is also P☣️Z, and was going to take Charlie's virginity tonight at the club insisting on there being an audience. And intending to infect him in the process. Charlie has been craving to be infected with HIV for a few years now. And I, your ever obedient slave, deposited OUR toxic load in him at the club, my Master. His boyfriend followed us here in his own car. This other man, sort of just stumbled into our path, as fate would have it, and he has proven to be a very useful asset, with a very laid back open mind. I like him a lot. - A-ha. So my boy already has my Cuba filth deep in his cunt, the mutated version of course. He'll be getting the unfiltered potent version shortly. During this exchange, I downed my Ketamine laced Coke, and was enjoying the feeling of my Master's insane amount of body hair against my now super smooth innocent skin. I felt something very thick come up from the side of my thigh, over my quad muscle, and down my inner thigh, pulling it apart from my other leg. 🐙

Part 9; Meanwhile, upstairs my boyfriend and the Skinhead continued waiting as Sir had instructed, with a mixture of patience, and impatience. The Skinhead had pretty much been chain smoking, and he lit up another. He took a drag. - I hope the owner of this gaff doesn't mind me using one of his plant pots as an ashtray. Doesn't seem to be one about, not that I can see well in the dark, and, that poor plant was dead anyway. - Yeah, and what is with this whole no lights thing. I tried the switch, and, nothing. This place gives me the creeps. Absolutely no light, and full of HUGE cobwebs. As soon as that fucker who calls himself 'Sir' comes back with my boy, that is it, I am taking him home. This has gone on long enough. Suddenly, my Master from his room three floors above crashed his stick to the floor ONCE, and bellowed in his deep gruffly voice - NOOOOOO!! - I don't think he is happy with you mate. And what do you mean no light!? Tonight's 'Full Moon' is giving us lots of wonderful natural light. I think it is stunning! I think this place has got real character. I REALLY like it. My Master crashed his stick to the floor TWICE, in his appreciation towards the Skinhead. I was NOW READY to see my Master. Down in the basement Sir was busy wiping away my shower water with a big wide plastic mop. - Sir, I am going to our Master. - OK boy. See you very shortly. I climbed up the basement steps and onto the ground floor. As I approached the long winding staircase to the top floor I past the room my boyfriend and the Skinhead were in. I saw them, but they did not even notice me! I started my ascent wearing nothing but my knee length transparent white chiffon night shirt, with the Black Goat emblem buttons all the way down it. I felt super sexy. The stair case really creaked, but it didn't get the attention of anyone. I reached the top floor and instinctively knew which door to go to. When I got to the door I saw a sign on it that read 'Hail Master' with a carved out goats head above the sign. 👺🐐 I knelt down, and hiked my nightshirt up to around my chest and tucked it under my armpits bringing my elbows in so it wouldn't fall. I planted my hands on my bubble ass cheeks, and spread them, exposing my cunt. Underneath the crack of the door came that fizzling fire red glow that I saw from the car earlier. - I am here my MASTER. I am ready to serve YOU! - Welcome, Charlie. He KNEW my name! Even though he was the other side of that door, he was probing the entire length of the inside my cunt, just like he did when I was in the car earlier when we had first arrived. - DID you hear that. That voice upstairs said my boy's name. Right, that's it, I have had enough. My boyfriend stood up and marched to the entrance to the room, where Sir was now stood. - OK gentlemen. Both of you follow me please. - Where is my boyfriend? - I shall take you to him right now. Sir led them both up the creaky staircase. The Skinhead asked; - What is with the banging the floor 'ONCE' and 'TWICE' business. - Ah, very good question my Friend. If the Master bangs on the floor 'ONCE with his stick that means he is displeased and/or angry. If twice, then, it means he is very pleased, and happy. Sir and co were approaching to where I was kneeling, and still having my cunt probed by my Master. I was now moaning very loudly as he was rubbing very fast over my prostate. I don't know how he was doing it, but it was at a rate of 10 rubs back and forth per second. Sir then spoke. - Charlie, stand up. It is TIME to meet your new MASTER! 🐐

A few more chapters are on their way tonight, shortly. Any chapters you enjoy, from the previous eight parts, and from hereon, the author enjoys and is encouraged knowing what chapters you like, via 'up-votes' and 'likes'. The boy is 'READY'. ☣️🐐

Prequel to part 9; WARNING; From this point onwards, this fictitious story's demonic element that has already been touched upon, will be greatly intensifying!! (You have been warned).

I trust you are still loving it @Monster5-8gPA 😈🦂🐐

Part 8; My boyfriend climbed into the piss pool and sat on ledge, so we could see/hear each other. - You were meant to wait for me on the Dancefloor. What happened? You have been missing for hours! - Sorry. The Man you left me with took me away and used me for a while. - BUT, he said he had not seen you all night when I asked him. C'mon, I think it is time we went home. And when we get home I am going to take that ridiculous virginity of yours, and give you what it is that you so desperately desire. By now I was sat upright, in the piss pool. I stuck the first part of 3 of my fingers in my cunt, brought them to my nose, and took in the smell of my Masters mutated DNA. - Sorry. But my virginity has been taken, by Sir, whose poz cum I now have in my cunt. - Who the hell is Sir? Sir tapped my boyfriend on his shoulder. - I am SIR! - But, wha', I mean, you have been deceiving me since the moment we met. What game do you think you are playing at? - I have just been following my Masters simple orders. 🐐 And my friend, this is no game! You see, my Master is now his Master as well, and he is at home eagerly awaiting the arrival of his new boy, and, it is my responsibility in transporting him there in a timely manner. We are leaving NOW! You will go to your locker, fetch your boys belongings, and meet us at my locker, which is locker number 9. Sir gave the nod, and in a flash the Skinhead picked me up in his arms, and followed Sir to his locker. Once there I was stripped from the now piss drenched knee length red socks, and red rubber gloves. Some piss had collected inside the gloves, and one at a time Sir tipped the contents into my mouth, making me drink every last drop. He also removed my leash. The only think now on my body, was the locked chain around my neck, which symbolized that my boyfriend owned me. I sat on the floor whilst waiting for Sir and the Skinhead to get all their stuff from the lockers, and my boyfriend to come. My boyfriend came, and I got into my loose tee, trackies, and trainers. He just watched me, not saying a word. The atmosphere was tense! Sir scooped me up and carried me all the way to the club entrance, with the Skinhead and my boyfriend both following. We all walked to Sir's car which happened to be only 3 cars down from the car I arrived in. As the 3 of us got into Sir's car (myself in the passengers seat) my boyfriend ran to his. Sir put on Opera music, and loudly, for the LONG drive. We had been driving for ages when the passenger in the back piped up, and having to shout ... - Hey mate, are we nearly there yet? We have been driving for 90 bloody minutes, 30 of which we've been in the middle of nowhere. Sir turned the Opera music down. - Almost there my friend. --- I do believe your boyfriend has followed us. I knew he would. That might just go in our Master's favour! He has made so many foolish errors tonight regarding his boy. Will he make a final one, in your name? *tut tut tut* We drove for another 30 minutes, and arrived at these huge electronic cast iron gates, which were also guarded by 4 Guard Dogs. The gates slowly opened, and both cars drove in. It was then another few minutes down a windy bumpy lane, and here we were, at MY NEW Master's house! It was HUGE. There was the front door to the house which was bang in the middle, then 2 large windows either side of the main door, plus, 4 stories high. There must have been about 36 rooms, at a guess. It was also rather eerie, as, every window was pitch black, no lights were on. Except on the top floor at the end to the right, the windows were open, and the room was lit up with a fizzling fire red glow. I became transfixed with this brightly lit room, and suddenly I was having to catch my breath. There was also this strange sensation inside my cunt. Like something was gently prodding the entire length of it. Repetitively! Sir led us all to the front door. I say 'door'. There was no actual door, just another big cast iron gate. Sir got out the large key, in, turn, click. He opened the gate which creaked on it's hinges, and in we all went. Addressing my boyfriend and the Skinhead, Sir said whilst nodding to a corner room; - I need to prepare for Master. Will you please wait in there. I will collect you when I am ready. Sir then took me down to the basement which was FREEEEEZING. Again, I was ordered to strip naked. He then got a pair of electric hair trimmers, and proceeded to trim my body hair all over. All I used to do at home was shave my cunt hole, and trim my pubes so they were just tidy. From the neck down he was trimming everything down to it's root, including arm and leg hair. I was relieved he was leaving my thick golden curly locks on my head. My pride and joy. Once done he ordered me into this huge shower area that could easily fit a couple dozen people. It was basic grey breeze block brick work with a granite type flooring. The water went on. I screamed as it hit my skin as it was only tepid. Sir got naked himself, and joined me. Goodness, I wanted him to FUCK my cunt. I planted my hands against the cold bricks, stuck my ass out and pleaded; - PLEASE Sir, FUCK me. - Not this time boy. We have work to do. And you have kept your Master waiting long enough. - Sorry Sir. He got a razor and proceeded to make smooth what the electronic clippers could not manage. He shaved every last piece of hair off of me from the neck down. I was now HAIRLESS! We dried ourselves, and then Sir started to rub Almond oil all over me which eventually covered me EVERYWHERE from the neck down. He took two pairs of these black silk trousers that were low cut waist, and there was one button where a top button would be, just for fine detail purposes. It was a cream coloured button, with a Black Goat Heads emblem. He put a pair on himself, and the other pair he would be taking upstairs. And now came for my attire. He dressed me in a knee length transparent chiffon night shirt, which had these Black Goat emblem buttons all the way down. He then took a step back ---> - Oh YES. Master is going to LOVE you! 👺🐐

Part 7; Sir stood about 1 metre away from and with his back to our sling - Hey. I literally left the dance-floor for no more than 5 minutes. I came back, BOTH of you were gone. What the HELL happened? - Oh, I assumed you two became reunited. Several seconds after you left for your piss, he followed you. And that is why I got here 20 minutes ago, at 1.55am, ready for your show where you were going to take your boyfriend's virginity, and knock him up. - Well, I haven't seen him since I left him with you. - Oh, neither have I. - You haven't seen him that entire time? - No. Well, I plan to stay in this area until at least 3.15am. Why don't you come back in 1 hour. If he passes by during that time, I shall keep him here and keep him out of trouble, until you come back. - You'll be in this same spot? - Possibly. If not I most likely will be in the piss pool area opposite. Just over there. - Thanks you for your help. I'll be back here in 1 hour then. - See ya. There seemed to be quite a pause where I couldn't hear any voices I was familiar with, and I wasn't being touched either. All I could sense was muffled voices in the background, and tribal sounds being played out over the speaker system. Then, after a while I felt the cloak slowly uncovering me. BUT, when it got to my neck, it stopped, so my face remained covered. I didn't feel anything enter me, but I immediately felt the hot poker sensation sliding right through my cunt all the way to what again felt like my stomach, and that burning. My cunt was burning that little bit more again than the last time. And so was I. I started to feel really hot and sweaty with a pair of large hands rubbing over my wet torso. I knew they were Sir's, and I knew he was inside me again. Only this time it didn't feel like a mere fuck. It felt like a ritual, and I was about to get well and truly stung. (IF I truly wanted it, that is). Sir started to speak once again. His voice still distorted, but now it was much deeper again. I don't know how I was doing it, but, I was just managing to decipher what he was saying. - Well, your boyfriend was just way too easy. I cannot wait to see his face when he realizes that it won't be his DNA that will be controlling you. Fuck yeah. You ready for your first ever load sprayed in your cunt, pig? - Yes Sir - It's highly toxic! You do realize if I cum inside you, you will have no choice but to come with me to meet your new Master tonight to transfer from the mutated strain I am about to give to you, to the original virulent strain in it's most potent pure form. A lot will be expected of you before you would receive his ultimate DNA. If you truly accept your chosen fate, you will now say clearly, 'Hail Master. I accept you completely, and without question. Take me now', OR, you can say, 'No. I walk away'. I was actually being given a choice here. Or was I? Maybe it wasn't too late. I could not accept, and become infected by my boyfriend as originally planned all along. I was conflicted! I knew that to make the correct choice, I had to be true to myself! The only image I had in my head now, was that of my lovely boyfriend. And all I could feel physically was my cunt being filled with dirty, dark and demonic filth, and that left me feeling fulfilled and truly satisfied. - Take my cloak away from his face, and remove the hanker-chief you put in his mouth. Suddenly I could see again. I looked up at Sir, and once again, he looked like an angry Demon. I must be full on hallucinating. Surely!? His face was a glowing fireball red 👺, and the Scorpions on his pecs seemed like they were dancing. Also, I could see that either side of me were several Dicks masturbating over me. But they looked like the Dicks of Monsters. They looked ugly. BUT, I wanted to feel their hot seed soak me all over. I guess I had my answer. - Hail Master. I accept you completely, and without question. Take me now ☠️🐐 With my obedient declaration Sir stopped fucking me. He pulled out, and just stared down at me. The Men either side of me continued stroking their Dicks. I knew what Sir was about to do. He was going to fill me with his dirty toxic seed, and that is all it took for me to start shooting my own load as I lay there restrained. The most intense orgasm of my life and no one was touching me, not even myself. I would usually cum in a moderate amount, but now, I was erupting buckets; All over my chin, chest, and belly. I was squirting such an insane amount of cum that it was running down the sides of my torso. And, it went on and on. My body suddenly went limp, and I passed out. The next thing my brain was perceiving, is Sir was scooping up my neg load and FFisting it into my cunt, and using the remainder to lube up his bloodied shaft. Instead of holding onto the sling chains he this time grabbed the sides of my torso with what were now ICE COLD hands, and he slammed back into my cunt, fucking me with a deep rooted aggression. He still looked like a Demon, and his eyes had glazed over and were now black, and empty. Was I dreaming? Had I regained consciousness? Everything had now become blurred. Out of the blue he began to speak a language that did not sound as though it was from this world. He began to talk faster and faster, and as he did, his hate fucking would also increase in it's severity. THEN, everything abruptly stopped. The strange talking. The hate fucking. Sir was completely still, and expressionless with his dead black eyes. Shortly after everything ground to a halt, Sir began grunting rhythmically, each grunt several seconds apart. He was cumming, and my cunt felt like it was being loaded with cooling molten lava with each and every grunt, and it now felt like it was almost on fire. With each ejaculating grunt the Scorpions on his pecs would flick their tails and squirt their venom high into the air. 🦂🦂 As I watched their poison rain down on me, the several guys either side of the sling almost in unison commenced ejaculating all over me, with each splash of cum that was drenching me, making my skin feeling very hot. The next time I was properly aware, I was lying on my back in the piss pool in about an inch in depth at least, of warm piss. There were others like me with men stood over them, using them as nothing more than a human urinal. And then my boyfriend's voice suddenly appeared. but I couldn't see him with the crowd. - Darling, where have you been all this time? I have been worried about you.

Part 6; I instinctively reached both arms up to grab hold of the sling chains as I fell, from feeling like me, to, falling into an abyss where I was fast becoming detached. I could feel who I was deep within me, but right now I felt like I was on the set of a film, I could see everyone, but they couldn't see me. It was very weird. I watched Sir move out of my focus. He seemed to vanish in a blurry flash more than actually move. I then felt a pair of hands behind me pull me back so I was laying properly in the sling. It was Sir. He restrained my wrists whilst the skinhead restrained my ankles. Sir came to between my legs, lifted his cloak, and threw it over his shoulders, so it hung from his neck, draping down his back. I couldn't see his face because of the Gas Mask, but the way his Leather Harness shaped into his shoulders and hairy pecs perfectly and the way he was holding the chains with his big hands with a firm grip, combined with my intoxication made me begin to 'high pitch grunt' with each breath out. However, my breathing rate was slowly increasing, and as it did, so did the frequencies of my 'high pitch grunts'. I was perving over his broad and hairy muscular physique, when suddenly I could not see them properly anymore. All I could see was his bulging veins across his chest, and the length of his arms. And it seemed like something was moving and wriggling inside of them. I was then brought back to the situation as I heard Sir's voice repeat itself over and over. First of all it was very faint, and then it got louder. As it got louder I could hear what he was saying, only just. His voice was now slightly distorted. - Oi, pig, you still want that virulent mutated strain of our Masters DNA? - Strain of what ..... Sir? - HIV, pig! - FUUUHcK ... Yes Sir. I instantly recognized the sensation of his fingernails clawing inside my ass as he fingered me. But, instead of the pain I felt earlier with his scratching, each scratch made my nerves flick like when you try to unsuccessfully light a lighter (lots of tiny little sparks, which eventually burn your thumb). I don't know how long he'd been fingering my ass, but all of a sudden I really felt my ass stretch open wide which made my already regular panting turn into full on very fast panting. My high pitched grunts were turning into demonic shrieks of ecstasy. I guess the crazy noise I was making had attracted a crowd as I saw lots of bodies mill around my sling. I didn't look up to see their faces as I was transfixed on Sir, who was giving my ass a good working over. - OMG Sir, is that 3 fingers right upto your knuckles you have inside my ass? I feel really stretched. BUT, I feel I want more. I NEED MORE! - No pig. I am about 2" past my wrist. AND, our Master prefers it if you refer to your ass as your cunt. Because, that is what you have from now on. A cunt. Understood!? - Yes. PLEASE fuck my cunt Sir. PLEEEEEAAAASE ... He stood completely upright again, and started fucking me. Much like when he briefly fucked me earlier it felt like a hot rod poking my stomach, and my cunt began to burn. However, this time the poker felt hotter, and the burning felt more intense. It was much more pleasurable this time too. I looked up to the Gas Mask, then my eyes were drawn to his Scorpion tattoos that were on each of his large pecs. Their legs and tails were now beginning to slightly move. 🦂 I don't know why, but this served to turn me on even more. Then, I heard his voice BOOM ... - EVERYBODY MOVE OUT OF THE WAY. I need a clear view in case of enemy approaching. As I looked around, the crowd around us had turned away. But, instead of walking off, they seemed to scuttle off, fleeing to other parts of this part of the venue. Sir continued to fuck me. Again, I do not know for how long. My perception of time was lost. Then suddenly, Sir tore off his Gas Mask. At first when I saw his face, he looked like an angry Demon. 👺 But then, as he spoke to the skinhead, he looked like himself again. - Fuck. Take over from me will you. We need to cause a diversion. The skinhead who was beginning to skull fuck me at the lockers stood over me, holding his truncheon in one hand, and batting the palm of his opposite hand. Then, he started to hate fuck me with it. I was panting super fast and shrieking extremely loudly. - Stick ALL of it inside my cunt!! He reached behind to the left pocket of his bleachers, and pulled out a large red paisley hanker-chief, scrunched it up, and stuffed it in my mouth. - SHUT up faggot! The only noise I want to hear is the various bodily fluids squelch inside and around your nasty cunt as we USE you how the HELL we want! - I thought I was right in thinking you would be of great use to us. Good work with quietening him down. Sir put his Dick back in his Leather Jockstrap. It was looking very red and wet. He then placed his Gas Mask on my chest, then very carefully arranged his cloak covering me up until I was out of sight. The skinhead continued to hate fuck my cunt, and then .... ... I heard my boyfriends voice! Would he discover me, and infect me like we had originally planned during the past few weeks. He had to find me right now, because I could tell Sir was very close to ejaculating our Masters mutated DNA into my hungry cunt. I couldn't help but sense that, if that happened, I would be receiving the actual original strain.

Part 5; Sir withdrew his Dick. The Dick that just took my virginity! My ass felt sore, and wet. - TURN around, and KNEEL before me, pig. I did as I was told. I couldn't see his strong hairy legs. Nor his toxic Dick that just had me, and I was longing to see it. His cloak covered him entirely, neck down. - Is this what you are looking for, pig? He pulled back his cloak to reveal his huge hairy pecs, a set of 8 pack abs, AND ... His bloodied Dick that was still fully erect, pointing straight upwards, sporting a SPIKED PA at the end. That is what that sharp thing is that I was feeling. His PA was tinted wet red, which also trickled down his shaft. He moved sideways then turned so he was stood sideways to me, and in front of me walked the guy who arrived a short while ago who had said earlier; 'Virgin? Not by the end of the night he won't be.' He was a tall, broad, yet very slim skinhead, who was sporting 26 hole Black Grinders with red laces, bleachers, and red rubber braces. He had a septum piercing and a huge bio-hazard tattoo below his chest. I couldn't believe it, two toxic Dicks in front of me, my virginity in tatters, quite literally, and I wasn't with my boyfriend. The skinhead started to laugh arrogantly, then spat in my face multiple times. His Dick was already hanging out of his top buttoned up bleachers. It was short, yet very thick, and it looked to be semi erect. - Oh fucking hell, what do we have here hey. A virgin faggot boy craving highly charged toxic seed. You should not be denied that privilege. Now open that mouth wide, that's it, keep it wide open ... He put his Dick in my mouth. - Now close your lips over my shaft, and don't move a single muscle. You are now gonna make me HARD, faggot. He put his hands against the lockers, and slowly slid his Dick in, and out, in and out. I stayed completely still, as instructed. It did not take long for his Dick to grow. He was very thick. Now I have sucked a lot of Dick in my time, but this was really stretching my jaw. He went in to my mouth balls deep, and very slightly rocked his hips so his shaft stayed in place, which I could feel getting longer and now was beginning to touch the back of my throat. I started to gag, then choke, OK, now I was really choking. He pulled out, with my drool spilling all down my chest. He spat in my face again, slapping it hard ... - Want to play with the big p☢️z boys do you eh, faggot. I am so gonna pound that filthy throat of yours. He slapped both sides of my face hard, shoved his thick and fully grown Dick in my mouth, grabbed behind my head, and started to pound at me like he had just trod in some dirt. No sooner had he got going, Sir piped up ... - Hey, stop. We need to move along. Staying in the same spot for too long is not a good idea with that stupid boyfriend of his on the loose. I want you to join us too. I think you could become very useful. - Fuck yeah, sure. This little faggot could well be a lot of fun, for a little while, at least. - Pig, I want you to get up, get behind Sir, put your arms around his torso, bow your head so it is halfway down Sir's back. And you, keep very close behind me and the pig. Sir opened up his locker, threw in his Muir, and took out a Gas Mask. He put it on, locked up, and off we went, with me now totally naked, stripped of my rubber outfit, wearing nothing but what Sir was now making me wear; The knee length red socks, and elbow length rubber gloves. After a short walk we got to where I was being led to. It was one of the sling areas next to the piss pool, where my boyfriend, now ex Master showed me a little earlier, pointing out where he was going to infect me. My virginity had been taken, but,it wasn't too late to infect me with HIS strain. But, he'd need to find me very quickly, and time was running out! Sir told me to stand up straight. He turned around to face me, and we were both now sideways to an empty sling. Fuck, he looked h🔥T in his cloak and Gas Mask. I really felt like I was being dragged to some Dark force. A force that I could not resist. Time to prepare you for our Master, who eagerly awaits your arrival! ☠️🐐 He motioned his head towards the sling; - Get in, pig. As I perched my ass on the edge of the sling I suddenly began to feel super relaxed, and becoming detached from my surroundings, and myself. The Ketamine was kicking in, and there did not seem to be a single thing now standing in the way of the inevitable.

Part 4; I downed my K infused drink. Sir took the empty glass, placed it in his locker, and locked up. He then started to show me his finger nails. They were long, and had been sharpened to a fine point. - You like my nails, boy? - They look very sharp Sir. - Stand up and put your arms against my locker, and arch that bubble ass out. - Yes Sir I heard him spit, then felt the back of two of his fingers slide over and over my hole. - SPREAD your legs, boy, - Yes Sir. I did as I was told. Soon I felt the points to two of his fingernails scratch at my hole in a quick motion. It was a little painful, but, it was also pleasurable. - So, your boyfriend tells me you want to become a poz pig. - Yes Sir. I have craved it for years. I NEED it, N☢️W. No sooner had I uttered those words he shoved his two fingers inside my ass. I let out a loud grunt from his sheer force, which turned into frequent grunts of pain as he jabbed roughly in and out, making sure he was digging into my inner ass flesh. - Just as well boy, because your new Master has AIDS. And, he will be in your veins very soon. 🐐☠️ Those very words made my already tight asshole twitch, and clamp down on his fingers even tighter, which only served to intensify the pleasure and pain I was already experiencing, and enjoying. Someone who had just arrived to the club walked past to get to their locker. They obviously had read what my boyfriend had written down the centre of my back as I heard; - Virgin? Not by the end of the night he won't be. - You are correct there. And I have from a reliable source, his boyfriend no less, who was going to take this pigs virginity tonight in front of a crowd, that as of right now he is in-fact still a virgin. Want to watch me take it instead, from him, right now? - Ordinarily I would quite happily just say yes, but the fact you are sporting two such beautiful Scorpion tattoos, I say; Fuck yeah. Sting the neg cunt! 🦂 The man that I had been instructed to address as Sir, withdrew his fingers. I then heard him unzip his Leather Jockstrap, and position the tip of his Dick on my hole, and I felt something sharp at the same time. He pushed, and pushed, then pop, half of his cock head was inside. I guess now I was literally seconds away from losing my virginity. Would my boyfriend come around the corner to find me in time to take me away to take it for himself? As I thought about my boyfriend finding me so we could orchestrate our original plan, Sir gripped onto my waist very firmly, and plunged his Dick, RAW, deep inside my ass. I gasped, then held that gasp in as I truly began the journey to my new life. Without a pause Sir was fucking me aggressively, and my gasp that I was holding fell out with a combination of repetitive grunts and whimpers. My stomach felt like it was being poked by a hot rod, and my ass was now burning. Plus, I felt this sharp sensation each time he slid in, and slid out. My grunts and whimpers soon were just whimpers as I struggled with the pain, even though I was really very much enjoying getting fucked. For the first time!! Continuing to pound my ass, Sir brought his stubbly face to my neck/ear ... - Not a virgin anymore, are we, you fucking filthy pig. Our Master has given me an extremely virulent strain of the bug that you crave, and before I take you to him, you are gonna get the mutated version, very soon, deep inside your guts. Want to change your mind about getting infected, pig? - It took all I could within to be able to get out an audible ... 'No'. - Sorry, I didn't hear THAT! - I NEED to get infected, Sir. - Good pig. Because, you have been chosen to receive a very unique gift. Now, we had better get you away from here before your very foolish boyfriend finds us.

Thank you @Monster5-8gPA. I will do. And do 'upvote' / 'like' any parts you enjoy ☣️☠️

Oh yeah @shinelover ... What direction would you hope this story to go in? ☠️🐐 👺

Part 3; Two weeks had gone by, and tonight was the night of the big party in our city, and I had kept my end of the bargain by not cumming, and that had completely refocused my sexual energy solely on my hole. I thoroughly douched and put on my outfit of; rubber jockstrap, rubber harness, with a thick chain and padlock tight around my neck, letting party goers know I was owned. My boyfriend attached a leash to the chain. He then wrote down my spine in washable marker pen the word 'V I R G I N'. I threw on some old baggy clothes, and we hopped in the car, with my beautiful Man driving us to the venue. Since we met we have never been short of anything to say to one another, however, the entire half hour drive we were silent, and there was a very strange feeling in the car. We parked up and submitted our queue jump tickets so not a minute of the night ahead wasted. I put my over clothes in a locker. My Man was in his full Leather Gear. He took me by my leash and paraded me around the entire building, showing off his neg virgin that he was now fully intending to corrupt. We went to one of the bars where he got a lemonade and a large vodka and coke for his boy. He led me to the dance-floor where he stood there slowly sipping his drink, whilst I got to my love of dancing, wiggling my cute little round ass in my new rubber jockstrap. Every time I turned around facing a particular direction, this broad hunk was stood several metres away from us, with something black draped over his arm, and wearing a Leather outfit consisting of a Muir, harness, Jockstrap, and army boots. When I say hunk, he was obviously seriously into bodybuilding, just my type. But, he wasn't the typical smooth, he was very hairy. He was the kind of guy I fantasized about taking my virginity, and knocking me up in the process. I turned away from him again and gyrated my ass in his direction. Instead of turning back to face him, I just kept on dancing and gyrating. Naughty I know with my new love stood right by me, but, I was so drawn to him, and, I could not stop myself. I then heard someone strike up a conversation with my new boyfriend. - Very cute boy you have there mate. - Thank you. Like your Scorpion tattoos by the way. - Cheers. So, is he really a virgin, as is advertised. - Indeed he is. - Neg then, naturally. I'd love to sting him. - We recently got together and he badly wants to be stung. He has craved it for a few years now, so, I shall be stinging him tonight in front of an audience. You should watch. I turned around to see who the other guy was, and I couldn't believe it, it was the hunk. I immediately looked down to the dance-floor, unable to make proper contact. To which he lifted my chin, and made me look at him. He stared deep into my eyes. His look unnerved me, yet, I was intoxicated at the same time. - Yeah, I think I should be in very close proximity the moment he gets stung. - I hope to start action around 2am at the sling area next to the piss pool area. My Master then tugged on my leash ... - Come on boy, your Master needs a piss. - Yes Master. - Hey, I do think it is a big shame you are taking such a brilliant dancer away from his natural habitat of the dance-floor. You go for your piss, and I'll look after your virgin for you. My Master hesitated ... - OK. But don't move from this spot. I'll literally be just a few minutes. - OK boss, we'll be here, waiting. This hunk watched my boyfriend until he was out of sight. Then the night took a complete 360 degree angle turn, and this guy took the black garment over his arm and attached it around his neck. It was a floor length cloak! So now his entire hairy bulky body was out of sight. He then grabbed hold of my leash, yanked hard, and started walking off, leaving me no option to follow. - But my Master said we had to wait here. (I motioned towards where we were stood) - First of all that was very foolish of him to leave you unattended, and secondly, you have a brand new Master now! He frog marched me to his locker, and ordered me to strip naked. I put my drink in his locker so I could undress, not that there was much to come off. He then made me put on knee length socks, and elbow length rubber gloves, both a bright red colour, ordered me to my knees, and handed me my drink. He then added some clear liquid. - Thank you Master. What was that? - Firstly, I gave you a small amount of Ketamine, and secondly, I am not your new Master. You will however address me as Sir. - Sorry Sir. But I thought you said I have a brand new Master now. - You do indeed. He in some way is right in front of you, but, it isn't me. I shall be driving you to him in a little while ☠️ Now drink up. - Yes Sir.

Part 2; As we spooned we chatted for a while, and then I felt his Dick grow again. I spat on my hand, reached behind and lubed up my Ass, grabbed his Dick, and positioned it at my virgin hole, and pushed back. - PLEASE Fuck me. I really NEED you inside me! - No, we need to discuss this further, let's go to sleep. He pulled his beautiful Dick away from my eager virgin neg hole, and we went to sleep. After a few more weeks of dining at one another's homes, and plenty of his delicious toxic cum sprayed down my throat we officially became boyfriends. I was in Heaven. Almost. For a few more weeks after we officially became an item we came to a head with the whole 'bare fucking' situation. - Darling, are you really sure you want to convert? A question he must have asked me a million times by now. - Yes honey, I am completely sure. It is something as you know already that I have given much though for a few years now. - Yes, I know. The thing is, there is something I haven't told you, that being, I love sex parties, and am a total exhibitionist, and, don't you think it would be HOT if we had a bunch of guys watch me take your virginity? - Fuck YES! You would bareback me, right? He didn't utter a sound. He got up from the couch where we were both cuddling, and left the room. He came back holding something I am very fond of. He now ordered me to strip, and kneel down. - Hands behind your back. So, you want Master to infect you do you boy? I had woken the beast! We always referred to each other as Master & boy during play, as he was deeply into kink. I looked upto him and meekly replied; - Yes please Master. Make me your p☢️z rubber pig. He spat on my face, whilst slapping it, and proceeded to put the spider-gag onto me, and without hesitation began to aggressively face fuck me. - You want Master to knock you up, then, you will have an audience pig! We will go to the fetish party in a few weeks where I will give you what you crave. But, you are not allowed to cum between now and then, understood pig!? I couldn't reply as his cock head forced it's way to the back of my throat. - I said; understood pig!? Fuck, if you don't have the decency to answer your Master when you are spoken to, then, you do NOT deserve his cum down your throat. He whipped the spider-gag off of me, told me to keep my mouth firmly shut, spat on and slapped my face some more, then proceeded to wank over my face. My lover did not take long to squirt his thick toxic load. He used his still erect Dick as some kind of decorating wand to smear his toxic filth further across my face. My hole twitched at the thought of having my Man's toxic cum inside me in a few weeks, and that he has just called me 'pig'. He hadn't done that until now. I felt honoured! - Master, I need to go for a wee, please may I go? - Go on, you filthy pig I hurried off to the bathroom and inspected my face. GREAT, he hadn't smeared it thinly, and there was enough cum to scoop up with my fingers. I lay on our bathroom mat, and started to finger his precious DNA inside of me. Still an anal virgin, yet, p☢️z cum inside my ass. I felt exhilarated!

Part 1; I met my boyfriend on a dating app. I was on it because that is what I wanted to find. He was of a short lean build, and 17 years my senior. My preference physically is that of someone who is a serious weightlifter. But in the game of finding love, concessions do have to be made. I was 21, and I was an anal sex virgin. Yes, I had sucked plenty of Dick, been rimmed, fingered, and kissed, but, that was it. I was saving my virginity for someone who would convert me. Yes, for a few years now I had been craving to become poz, and during that time I had read many forums, and know I was not alone in my quest. However, I didn't want it to be with some random. I wanted it to be from someone I know, and would have in my life in whatever capacity, boyfriend, friend, fuck buddy, whoever. I craved to have whoever would do the deed be part of my physical life, not just course through my veins. We had our first date in an old fashioned way, in a restaurant, and we really got on. We spoke about literally everything except sex. I knew he was a top, and vice versa. We had two dates like this, and we took our third one to his place. Still dining, but much more intimately. During our meal which he lovingly prepared and cooked (and it was delicious), he suddenly switched the conversation to a topic we had not remotely covered; - Do you use condoms when getting fucked? - Well, the thing is, er ... - Yes? - I'm a virgin! - Seriously? - Yes. I've been saving myself. I have done lots of other stuff, just never had a Dick in my Ass. He cleared his throat ... - OK. So of course you will be HIV negative. I hope this doesn't change anything between us, but, I am HIV+, and I do much prefer to fuck BARE! I liked where this was going, especially as we were heavily heading towards the direction of becoming romantically involved. - Are you on medication then? - Er, well, the thing is, I know I became positive 3 years ago, and was diagnosed 2 years ago.I do have a VL that hovers around between 90k to 155k. But have a healthy CD4 count, and feel fine, so, I haven't started medication yet. FUCK, this was Music to my ears. I couldn't respond verbally, as I got lost in his beautiful eyes. He had me. Or did he? - How comes you are smiling? You seem to be more than happy to hear what I have just told you!? - OK, the thing is this. I have been saving myself as I am a bug chaser, and I want whomever converts me to have a permanent position in my life. - I see. Well, as you know we really like each other, however, we need to discuss this properly. We chatted a bit more about it, then organically we spoke about other things too, which we of course found very easy with one another. I stayed over, and we had some FUN which culminated in him shooting his wonderful toxic seed down my throat. We went to bed, where we spooned, which felt magical with a guy I really really liked.

Part 22; I quickly got behind Mike, and knelt down, fixing my gaze onto his exposed cunt, which was very clear to see due to wastage of his ASS. He was cumming alright, as with each grunt his perineum wickedly twitched. Fuck YES!! My own nasty Dick in a toxic heartbeat became rock solid, leaping towards the ceiling. I stroked very very slowly as I imagined with each pulsating throb to the thick root of this twisted fuckers AIDS Dick ejaculating it's highly charged death seed, with nowhere to go but to coat the inside of the boys velvety yet inflamed bleeding rectum! Even though everyone else had just shot their filthy fuck fluid inside my pups loose and swollen converting fuck vessel they were all STILL hard, and stroking! Mike fell on top of the neg twink, and with the exception of some movement due to a raspy cough that had now ensued, Mike lay motionless! We all just stared for a good several minutes, stroking. What a Beautiful sight! Vibrant life had just welcomed a destructive force, in the hope of a permanent setting. Mike suddenly looked up and at Lee, gave his signature sick and twisted smirk. He drew breath ... - Go on Lee. You know what this piece of neg boy-meat deserves now. don't ya? - Some well earned parTy to go with his play? - Fuck yeah! Lee went to the case of magic tricks, took the necessary required paraphernalia, and attached a tourniquet on the newly bred boy's arm. Then they both did something none of us were expecting. Mike withdrew, and his wonderful thick veiny AIDS weapon was still fully erect, pointing upwards, with its natural strong curve. Lee took a scalpel he was holding, and made a small incision into one of Mikes beautiful bulging veins. Blood infected with all kinds of toxic filth trickled down his shaft, and Lee wasted no time in swirling the needle around in the blood as it trickled down the stick of death. He pressed the dirTy needle on a vein, and slammed Mike's brand new pig with a hit of tina. He soon began to writhe. pant and perspire in the sling he was cuffed in on all four corners. Mike took out the toothbrush from his satchel, and dabbed it on the the blood on his legendary fuck weapon, inserted it into the poz pig in the makings wet, and increasingly battered cunt, and massaged the brush, slow, yet firm. - Fucking Hell Master, PLEASE give it to me. - Give you what Pig? - Your AIDS, PLEASE ... MASTER After he uttered those words he stuck his tongue out, keeping it out, and kept opening and closing his jaw so his tongue kept hitting his top front teeth, and made begging whimpering noises, as his eyes started to express complete vacant submissive expression. Mike laughed arrogantly ... - That is exactly what I am in the middle of doing pig. You are completely MINE now, you do understand that? He reacted intensifying his current expression with an increase in pitch in his whimpers, and nodding. Leaving the toothbrush in, Mike re-inserted his open wounded AIDS Fuck beast and began fucking again, with a good steady rhythm. Fuck, this sick AIDS Demon was still erect and able to Fuck. He held onto the rattling chains, throwing his head into the air, letting out an almighty evil cackle. This was met with loud cheers from the crowd and various statements ... - Yeah, fuck your toxic waste into his neg cunt. - YeeeaaaahhH, give him your AIDS Man. After a few minutes Mike withdrew, and ordered Doctor Lee to un-cuff the pig in training and kneel him before his new AIDS Master. Once in p☢️zition Mike took off Dan's anti-retro necklace and put it over and around the base of his Death-Shaft, so it dangled underneath his balls. - I do believe you have now finally earned that right pig of drinking your AIDS Master's pus straight from the tap. Now lick my nasTy Dick clean, cunt, *Mike barked* The pig in waiting got straight to what had been requested of him, licking up pus, a mixture of neg and very high viral poz cum, his own cunt juice, and M☢️RE! Once his Master Dick had got a good cleaning, he took hold of the back of his new pigs head, and slowly skull-fucked his throat, looking down with his yellow gaunt face, and his raspy chesty cough ☠️ now echoing around the room. - Lee, fetch the Urinal Mask would you mate, and put it on my new pig - Sure Once the Urinal Mask was on, Mike instructed his pig to climb into the tin bath that already had a good amount of piss in it, kneel, and not to get out unless told. He done as he was ordered, and knelt in the golden salty piss, toothbrush hanging out of his cunt ... - Right Good Men, no one is to cum inside my new pig tonight, however you are all encouraged to piss into his Urinal Mask. In two nights time, at 9pm, five more toxic studs courtesy of our host Alan here will be coming for phase two to the proceedings. I hope you will be able to attend, because that is when I will give up my piss pigs cunt for all to USE how they WANT. ******* I have some further firm ideas for this story. All creative input from my fellow BZ pigs more than welcome ??

@ronnie4u ... I wouldn't imagine such a piece of fiction has happened in real life. Your imagination can keep you worked up ?

@bootedrbrboi4poz .... Indeed he has asked for the dem☢️nic seed. Maybe let's make him beg, see how far he is really willing to go ??

Part 21: My new boy who so far only had the neg cum of my son up his cunt knelt in front of the sling. He continued down his chosen craved path of destiny. Mike went over and stood with his back to him, so his wasted ass and stuck out anus were right in the boy's face. He removed his Leather waistcoat to reveal even more of his skinny frame, and a tattoo on the centre of his back that said 'Demon'. By the 'D' was a biohazard symbol, and by the 'n' was a scorpion. From his cammo satchel he took out one of his Gonorrhoea droppers, and squirted a few dropper loads of pus just inside the rim to his AIDS cunt, only inside enough for it to slowly leak out. - What does my tattoo say boy? - It says 'Demon', Master. - Now worship me, pig. Show me your loyalty. Show me you are ready for me to possess you for the rest of your life. The neg twink grabbed hold of Mikes thighs, and got stuck right into rimming and eating up the leaking pus, also rubbing his lips and nose in deep into Mikes exposed AIDS cunt flesh, giving him a very sticky face, to go with his already piss drenched body. The third guy fucking my converting pup had for a few minutes now increased his fucking to a full on nasty aggressive hate fuck, slamming in hard, using my pup like a slab of worthless poz fuck meat, and he was now starting to let out a climatic roar. - Oh fuck yeah, take my strain you fucking nasty whore Through his rubber mask Mike showed his appreciation for my own sweaty converting pup being used as a toxic cum dump; - YEAH, go on, recharge that loose converting cunt with your toxic DNA mate. Go on, recharge that poz hole <-----> That's it boy, worship me, eat that pus out of my AIDS cunt. Mike was now groaning with pleasure as guy number 3 dumped his filthy load up my pup. It wasn't much time before both guys spit roasting him switched positions and unmedicated poz Dick No.4 was sliding it's way in to take what it wanted and give what it had to kindly offer. Mike suddenly turned around, facing the pus gobbling neg twink. - I guess you will be wanting to drink my pus straight from the tap - Yes please Master He went to put his mouth around Mikes bio-hazardous toxic vein throbbing diseased shaft of death. - Ah ah ah ah ah, not so fast Boy. You want the real draught stuff straight from the tap, you are gonna have to fucking earn it. - Yes Master. I will serve you until you feel I have earned what I crave, your delicious pus juice, and all your charged loads, Master. - Lee, get this sweet neg pig in the sling, restrain both wrists and ankles, then set the electro machine up on that stool by the sling, and get sounding him again. Once set up, Lee lubed the sounding rod with more toxic pus, stood to the side of the sling, and got to work on slow, deep, intense sounding, during which time Mike just stood there for ages stroking his evil diseased fuck weapon, and then, he stood directly in front of the neg twink, and was wiping his pus ridden toxic cock head on the defenseless yet eager cunt hole. Wiping it over and over, eventually inserting the tip to his AIDS fuck piston, and just held that position, staying rock hard. THEN, SUDDENLY, he removed his rubber hood!! 4 of us were now stood around the sling with Mike & Lee, and there were a few gasps of shock when Mike's yellow gaunt face was now for all to see. He looked at us, smirking, laughing in a demonic manner. Then in a split second his laugh and smile suddenly dropped, and his eyes became dark, cold, and soulless, He took his empty dark expression to the boys sweet innocent expression, slid in balls deep, and he snarled in a voice that was no longer his; - What is it you want, faggot? - PLEASE fuck me Master. Infect me with your P☢️z DNA. Make me YOURS. PLEASE. Mike withdrew his dangerous death shaft and stood there, staring expressionless at the neg boy. His face remaining empty he took the leads from the electro machine and attached one to the boys balls, then the other to the sounding rod that Lee was using on the boy. He taped the lead to the rod so it was firm in place, left Lee to gently wank the boy, then, it was play time. Mikes face lit up once again as he turned the dials, sending electric signals into the boys Dick, and through his entire being. - OMG Master, fuck, MORE, give me MORE The boy's depraved Master needed no encouragement, and flitted between turning the dials up and down, up and down. Even though Mike had not planted his demon poison yet, he already owned the neg pig! All 6 of us now were around the sling stroking our nasty toxic pieces of fuck meat as we watched Lee & The Master do their nasTy beautiful work. - Fuck Master, please, MORE, give me MORE. The electro dial was turned right up one last time and the sounding rod shot out as the boy shot a huge big creamy load over his belly. Mike scooped up some of the sweet neg juice and fingered it inside the boys neg cunt. Scooping up more he then lubed his own death shaft and slid back in, balls deep again, and this time there was no delay in a steady rhythm of fucking. - This is it boy, no turning back now. It's time to accept my legacy. - Fuck YES Master. Knock me up. Possess me. - You nasTy pig! He looked up at us bunch of toxic perverts, sling chains rattling, his yellow gaunt face giving his depraved twisted smirk as we all cheered him on, encouraging him to charge the boy up with his deadly seed. His smirk turned into a very dark sinister evil cackle as his eyes once again emptied of all human life force. His laughing stopped, his face was dark and empty with an evil stare, and his fucking ground to a halt. He took his gaze from us to the boy, and withdrew his diseased weapon, keeping the leaking pus head inside, then slammed in hard deep inside the boys neg cunt. He repeated this several times, until on his last impale of his death stick, he stopped, his lower jaw extended out baring his yellow-brown teeth, and then came rhythmic grunting, each grunt a few seconds apart. Was he now cumming? If so, should he pull out? ?☢️☠️?

@bootedrbrboi4poz ....?☢️☠️?