ScorpionFF

Chapter Nine; Driven to my destiny.

He withdrew from my trashed guts and we went upstairs where I clothed myself over my Leather Bar attire, and left. He was okay dressed as he was in his collared top, rubber braces, bleachers, and 20 hole boots. A few minute walk and we were in his car that was parked in a secluded side street.

- In you get pig.

I got into the passenger's seat, he got into the driver's seat, and with both doors closed he locked us in. 

- C'mon, take your boots and trackie bottoms off. And whilst you are there take off your jockstrap too. 
- But my cunt is loaded and leaking with cum, Sir, I don't want to make a mess of your car.
- Don't worry pig, the seats are leather so any mess your cunt makes will easily clean up.

I did as I was told to, and there I sat, completely naked waist down, and I could tell I was already leaking heavily anon cum onto the car seat. He made it so the passenger seat went from the sitting position into the laying down position. He then leaned over and placed a palm on each of my inner knees and firmly pushed my legs apart.

I found myself now lying down, having my legs pushed open wide, and locked in this evil fucker's car, at his complete mercy. My legs would carry me, but he had me trapped via my mind.

- Go on, spread them, open up those legs, show me that cunt ... Come on, push out that cunt, push it all the way out, that's it, come on, flop it out...

I pushed and before I knew it my well trained full prolapse was flopped out on his car seat. One hand remained on one of my thighs as it firmly rubbed up and down my quad all the while pushing one leg open to make sure I knew to keep spread wide open. 

- How on Earth you are still neg with a beautiful nasty cunt like that is beyond me. So, you are aching for a mega charged blood slam is that it? Bet you don't know what my viral load was when we met nine months ago!?
- I have never been blood slammed before Sir, only slammed with meth. I remember Matty telling me at the time what your viral load was. Wasn't it eight million and something?
- Impressive, you are very close with that number. Good memory. It was was eight Million and seven hundred and seventy three thousand nine months ago. It is now a littler over four and a half times that now!
- What the fuck, I mean, I can't, I can't...
- Go on. You want to say you cannot go through with this anymore?
- No, I mean, I cannot even work out what that works out to be now.
- Let me help you out pig. As of last week it now stands at a mega charged up count of thirty fucking nine million and four hundred and seventy fucking nine thousand!!!
- Oh my fucking G... How is that even possible?
- Oh, it's possible alright pig when you are a blood slamming junkie like me. I've a right taste for it this last year. Can't get enough. Love to swap with my poz broThers. ☣️

He stuck a four fingers up inside my inside out cunt and leaned in closer, and quietly yet firmly asked...

- Ever taken a psychedelic sedative before pig?

I looked down at my cummy battered flopped out prolapse-cunt with his four fingers firmly jabbing in, then I looked up at him and into his alpha eyes that told me that he already owned me, and I started to shake, all because I could not believe after the major disappointment earlier today that Sir Bill had not knocked me up I was now held captive by a real nasty fucker that could guarantee to give me what I craved and so much more...

- No Sir, only weed and meth. 
- Fancy trying out a psychedelic sedative? You will with my company have the most intense wildest trip as I take you from being neg to p☢️z. How about it?
- Okay.
- Right, let's go to my basement demon dungeon and fuck you up with some real nasty dark play. Whist I drive you can be a good nasty pig for me and play with your cunt on the way.

He started the car and off we went for the half hour drive out of town and into the country. He lived alone with no neighbours, the nearest one being a mile away from him, so he was very secluded. He remained silent for the first half of the journey then he broke the silence if you exclude the groans of pleasure I was making as I played with my inside out cunt. 

- So pig, just so we have it on record for the universe, you are without any doubt you want me to knock you up from being HIV negative to HIV positive? You are absolutely certain you want me to change your very essence? Because let me tell you right now, once we arrived outside of my house at the end of my long drive way and I switch the car engine off then that is it, there is no going back until you have got what you came for, we will NOT be turning around. As long as the engine is still running you can change your mind. Once it goes off you WILL be leaving with my corrupt DNA flowing through your veins, and your negative test from today will show up as poz in about one month's time. So, you really want to be infected with HIV?

He said all of that calmly, firmly, and as a matter of fact, all of which caused me to stop fingering my inside out cunt and to instead rub over the outside of my meaty prolapse and caused me to experience something I had never experienced before, surges of electric jolts through my entire being. His last sentence caused me to shudder and groan very loudly as my head flopped back and my eyes closing tight shut...

- Oh fucking HELL ... Ugh, umph *pant pant* fucking HELL, fucking HELL, what is happening ... *pant pant*

My alpha skinhead laughed...

- I take that as a big fat YES! 

We pulled into the beginning of the gravel driveway to his house, and I do not know what made me look back but I did, and when I did I saw two big black gates slowly close until we were secured in. Nothing getting in or out. He drove the final half minute or so then parked the car. With the engine still running he commanded that I look at him into his eyes which I did. He stared right back and gave me a look I had not seen in him before, an intense, sinister, dark, and cold stare. As the engine continued to run so did his intense, sinister, dark, and cold stare continue to bore into me. He had his hand on the ignition, and then ... the engine went OFF! He gave me an unnerving smile. 

- You can forget me calling you pig anymore, so get out of my car fAGGOT, take your top off so you are completely naked, make sure your cunt remains flopped out, and then I want you to place your hands on that tree over there and stand with your torso at a right angle to the tree and arch out that sexy ASS of yours. C'MON, we haven't got all day. And give me your phone. 

I gave him my phone, got out of the car and got into position as was instructed and stood there waiting for the next command or to see what would happen next. It was a lovely sunny day so I was lovely and warm in my complete naked state. As I waited my captor got himself naked too with the exception of his 20 hole red laced boots, and an executioner hood that he had just put on. He came up behind me, lifted my prolapse up and slid in the first 3" of his monster fuck weapon. Only another 10" to go until he would be balls deep. And in the blink of an eye he was just that, balls deep, pushing my prolapse back inside of me again. Tightening his grip on my hips he started to fuck me with long, and slow, yet very HARD strokes.

- Oh fuck YES. Even though you have the loosest cunt I have ever experienced my 10mm PA with spiked balls are clearly digging into you, as my dangerous and hazardous fuck tool already has patches of your neg cunt blood coating it. Fuck YEAH. Hail to my Dark Master.

Suddenly a strong breeze picked up and the sky filled up with angry black clouds, and it very quickly started to rain with the strong breeze causing the rain to crash down onto my naked body. It was still warm, but now dark and wet. Ronald didn't stop for us to go indoors, he just continued on fucking whilst laughing into the current tropical air. 

- Oh FUUUUUCCK YEEES. Hail to my Dark Master. This nasty cunt has made it clear what he wants, so then fucking let him have it. C'MON fAGGOT, tell me and my Dark Master explicitly what it is you want. And from now on you address me as Master too. 

Before I answered he withdrew his mega charged up fuck weapon that was now fully erect and throbbing with it's excitement of exerting control over me and with firm control held the head of his Dick inside me, just the 10mm spiked PA and his Dick glans being caressed my by inviting cunt.

- Knock me up my MASTER. Take me from being neg to a poz status. Turn me into a HIV positive cum-dump. Give me your strains. 

No sooner had I said the word ''strains'' he slammed into me with such force he grunted wildly and caused me to grunt and jolt forward. As he slowly withdrew he said...

- My strains huh. What a nasty cunt!

Once again he slammed into me with a great force that he once again grunted wildly, and once again caused me to grunt and jolt forward too. This went on for several minutes until the windy rain storm passed and it was dry and sunny again. 

- C'MON, let's have some real fucked up fun.

We went indoors where I was made to kneel facing the door that led down to the demon dungeon and was instructed to wait until my Master was ready. He walked down the steps in nothing but his red laced 20 hole boots and the executioner hood.

Once at the bottom of the steps he turned left and out of sight. With the door on the ground level where I knelt wide open I could hear and see flickering bright lights appearing from the depths of this basement. I wonder what he was doing. 

On 12/1/2022 at 6:23 PM, LeatherScorpionFF said:

Run home = ''Upvote''

Succumb to the blood slam on offer = ''Pig emoji''

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

11 hours ago, Bearpigps said:

Please succumb to the blood slam offer.🐷   I'm following it closely

Thanks for your input. Alongside the 9 react pig emojis (I told myself to get 10 to continue on with the story) do I count yours too? Nate's future hangs precariously in the balance! ☣️ And no one voted for ''run home'' either. 😈

GREAT to see you @bottomguy69 and @TaKinGDeePanal loitering around. I do think of you pigs from time to time.

42 minutes ago, rublthlad said:

Brilliant story 

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

In the next chapter Ronald says to Nate when talking about his viral load;

- Let me help you out pig. As of last week it now stands at a mega charged up count of thirty fucking nine million and four hundred and seventy fucking nine thousand!!!

It has more than quadrupled since the beginning of this story due to Ronald's increasing obsession with blood slamming. But what should Nate do? Should he when he hears that figure run home, or should he succumb to the slam on offer? Vote on this post to have your say on where this story goes. 

Run home = ''Upvote''

Succumb to the blood slam on offer = ''Pig emoji''

Chapter Eight; Nate's journey.

We were both in utter shock. Sir Bill's DNA did not take. Nate could not understand and had been convinced the last 9 months that he was p☢️z, as had I. Had I eaten the evidence with my greedy felching meal? 😈 We had planned to go for a nice lunch to celebrate which we still did, but we didn't have the celebrations we were anticipating. Again as I had training this evening I ate lightly. We went home and when the time came I douched and went to Sir Bill's. Just before I left my Nate got a text with all of his results including the HIV test from his arm. Everything was negative. He seemed to not only be shocked, but also be down about it. I left my man at home and went to my next training session. As I lay there getting an enema from Sir I told him about Nate's results from today...

- That is very unusual. Maybe the toothbrush treatment and my new obscenely high viral load would do the trick second time around. 
- What is your viral load now, SIR?
- Oh, ho ho ho, a little more than double than what it was 9 months ago. I have been taking lots of recharges via blood slams. So fucking hot! FUCK. I cannot stop doing it. 

I looked at him quizzically as though to say; ''answer my question please''

- So yeah, my current viral load stands at eight Million and seven hundred and sixty eight fucking thousand, pig. Happy now?
- Fuck, when can you breed me SIR? We have been training for 9 months. How much longer?
- I hear impatience in your voice. You will be bred when you are loose enough for my liking.
- But you can FFist me now up until half way up your Bicep. What gives?
- Shoulder deep will be the trigger. Don't worry pig, you are almost there. 

As our latest training session got under way my Nate back at home is in the shower having done a thorough douching and then an enema. Once washed and dried he put on an outfit for play, and then on top of his outfit he put on plain and baggy sports gear for his journey on public transport. And his destination;

A Leather bar that he likes going to but hasn't been to in the nine months we have been together.

*** As my beautiful chasing pig of a boyfriend Matthew spends the next day and a half training with Sir Bill, I Nate will narrate my big part to this story, starting now! ***

As a way of dealing with the news today that I am still neg (I still cannot believe it), it was my intention to take as many loads as possible in the vain hope there was a grotesque vile mega charged stud to do the deed. Upon arrival I stripped off from my baggy sports gear which I put into my bag which went into the coat check, leaving just my cash card which I left behind the bar for any purchases, and my outfit which consisted of;

A Black Leather Harness with red piping, a red rubber jockstrap, and army boots. I left my cash card at the bar and went straight down into the basement and hopped into one of the slings. There was a big crowd upstairs and many followed me down. No sooner had I hopped in a sling then I had an anon Dick inside of my sloppy cunt, straight into a good fast hard fuck. I noticed he sported a biohazard tattoo. Fuck, I hope he is not on meds. He looked down at me and smirked....

- FUCK, I have never known a cunt so loose, I can only feel the wet and the warm, my Dick isn't even scraping the sides, what a nasty pig. Fancy a t☣️xic load then fAG?

I didn't reply, I just closed my eyes and let him do what he had to do. A few short minutes of hard fucking and he slammed in and started to grunt. YES, load number one, and it was detectable! He withdrew, slapped my pert ass cheek, left, and seconds later another RAW Dick was inside of me. I wanted to try and keep a tally, and despite losing count a few times I ended up with a number of 15. I had been down in the basement getting pounded and bred for a little over and hour and it was becoming thirsty work, so I went upstairs to the bar for a quick soft drink, just a sparkling mineral water. I sat there on a high wooden stool facing the bar, drinking my drink slowly, and despite having at least 15 loads inside of me I felt empty and unsatisfied.

I know what I wanted and needed, and that was that grotesque vile mega charged stud to do the deed that had to be done if I was ever to attain my goal. I know many would think I am crazy and completely fucked up, but it was where I wanted to go. I thought about my boyfriend Matty going through his training session. I smiled knowing he was most definitely high by now and getting stretched. Sir Bill certainly was working his magic as Matty's cunt was already destroyed, like mine. He was so tight when we met. As I sat there pondering I felt a cold hand touch my ass cheek. I turned my head and there he was, that grotesque vile mega charged stud who I saw at the sauna nine months ago on the day I met Matty and Sir Bill, that's right, it was only Sir Bill's friend Ronald. 

- Aaaaaaahhh, it's you ... Nate isn't it, Matthew's boyfriend?
- Yes. Great to see you again. You are fucking hot. 

At 63 years old he was thirty seven years my senior with a ravaged weathered look, and I found it so hot and intoxicating. 

- Thanks pig. Fancy a fuck downstairs? You look as though you could do with a nasty recharge, even though I cannot help but notice your loose sloppy cunt is dripping cum onto the bar floor.
- Fuck YES!

I necked the rest of my drink, and walked towards the entrance to the downstairs fuck basement. I heard him say ''recharge''. If only he knew what had happened with me today at the clinic. I didn't say anything to him right now to correct him as I needed his brutal and t☣️xic weapon deep in my guts. And it was a good job I am super loose as he when erect was even bigger than Sir Bill who already measured in at a whopping 12" in length by 5" in girth. Ronald here came in at a ridiculously HUGE 13" in length by 7" in girth. I had never seen anyone so extremely and obscenely well endowed. He also had a 10mm PA with a spiked ball on either end of the ring. I jumped into the sling and Ronald wasted no time in sliding in ALL THE WAY ... Balls Deep! 

- FUCKING HELL pig, I have never known in my several decades alive for anyone to be as loose as you. And I can tell you are already heavily loaded with seed. Fucking HOT!

I didn't say anything, I just stared at his face as he smirked which showed off his sunken cheeks. He really was weathered, but he had stamina I give him that. He fucked me with a steady rhythm, not slow, but not fast. 

- How did it feel when you found out my friend Bill and knocked you up? A bet you had a big viral load at first!?
- Erm, well, I only got around to getting tested today.
- A-ha, so out for a celebratory cum-dump session. Good boy pig. Welcome to the club.
- That's the thing you see, I don't know how, but Sir Bill's DNA didn't take.
- Wha'? ....

He abruptly withdrew his gigantic t☣️xic pierced fuck weapon out and started to knowingly laugh.

- FUCK, so you are still not knocked up then?
- No, Sir.

He motioned with his head and eyes for me to look at his t☣️xic fuck weapon...

- You see that?
- Yes, Sir.
- I can guarantee if you come back with me my highly charged weapon will sort you out.

He slid back into me balls deep and leaned his face close to mine.

- Up for a blood slam right now at my basement dungeon? 

I started deep into his eyes that seemed to have a tinge of yellow about them although I could not be sure. He stared back boring deep into my soul as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth causing his cunt destroyer to move only slightly in and out. We just kept on staring at one another as the energy between us built up to high intensity. I then replied to his question...

- Yes please, SIR. Please help me with what I seek.
- C'mon then, let's go. 
 

Chapter Seven; A SHOCK result! 

- If you want I can take my Dick out and put a condom on, if you are neg and not on PrEP that is.
- I never use condoms, SIR. And no, I am not on PrEP, and yes I am neg
- But I have an extremely high HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand. My seed is super t☣️xic. You would bound to convert from neg to p☢️z.
- But I want to convert, SIR.

Sir changed from being still to his hips now slowly and softly rocking turning his motionless fuck weapon into a fuck. And as they continued their verbal exchange that they were both getting off on the fuck would get faster, harder, and more intense as the dialogue progressed...

- You want to convert to what, fAG?
- Convert to being HIV positive, SIR.
- But once you are p☢️z there is no going back.
- Yes SIR, I know. Please breed me. Please.
- Breed you? I feel I should remind you that I have a HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand. I want to hear you say my viral load out aloud.
- You have a HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand, SIR. I have been chasing to become HIV positive for 4 years now. 
- Fuck, you are one nasty fucked up pig. I need to again hear you say out aloud my viral load. C'mon you nasty cunt, tell me so I know you are completely sure.
- You have a HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand, SIR. Turn this neg pig into p☢️z pig. Go on SIR, flow through my veins forever more. GO ON.

Sir briefly paused the flow of dialogue as he switched his force and rate of fucking up a few gears to now a full on no holes barred sweaty RAW fuck.

- FUCK, you are one fucked up nasty fAGGOT.
- I want to become HIV positive so badly. A HIV viral load of four million and three hundred and seventy one thousand should do it. C'mon SIR, show this nasty fAGGOT who is boss!
- Oh fuck ... FUCK.

The sling chains were now rattling a loud noise as Sir Bill was now fucking Nate with no mercy, and I could tell he was now very close to ejaculating. My focus was on his perineum. 

- Oh FUCK, I am gonna cum ... FUCK ... I'm gonna mark you!
- YES SIR, turn this neg pig into a fully fledged p☢️z fAGGOT. Yes SIR, breed me. Show me who is the boss!

Sir took one final violent thrust in and stopped the fuck. Had he changed his mind about breeding Nate. Hell no. He now began to grunt over and over as he held still, with his perineum clearly twitching as his potent t☣️xic seed spewed deep into Nate's neg guts. 

- Go on SIR, make your mark, own this stupid fAGGOT, flow in my veins forever more. 

Once fully spent Sir withdrew and allowed me to lick his Dick clean. He told us to go and gave me instructions on my imminent training schedule.

- Right you two, I have a busy start to the week tomorrow, so you both need to leave now. And boy, I will be requiring you to come here for 7pm on Tuesday. Your training session will last until 7am on Thursday. These training sessions will take place weekly, and going by how tight you are I'd say we are looking at at least six months in loosening up your cunt. You must arrive to each training session thoroughly douched.

I ended up going to Nate's where we still remained in a meth high. We cuddled, kissed, caressed one another, and spoke to one another with much affection. But as I was so horny with my cunt still empty of p☢️z seed in it I felched my Nate's neg cunt of the p☢️z seed Sir had deposited. It tasted so damn good. I say ''my'' Nate as within a few days we officially had become boyfriends, and after one month of meeting I moved in with him on the first day of the last month to the year. Would this date become of significance to us?

It was a Tuesday morning and we both awoke in each others arms, high on romance, and both of us having now finished coming down from our parTy high. I had a light brunch as I knew my cunt was going to be put through its paces for the next 36 hours starting from 7pm this evening. This evening very quickly came, and before I knew it I was back at Sir Bill's ready to start my cunt training and anything else Sir decided I needed to learn. Each training session would last for 36 hours with 6 hours of non stop play with a 6 hour rest, then another 6 hours of non stop play, and so forth, where it would end up of 18 hours play, 18 hours rest, with the last 6 hours rest so I would be rested enough to travel home. 

Each and every training session would focus in on loosening up my cunt. Sir was adamant that he would not even fuck me let alone attempt to knock me up until I was loose enough for his liking. Even thought I had been strictly instructed to thoroughly douche before arrival he would before we would go down into his dungeon give me a deep enema to make sure training was without interruption. Sir would use his fingers, hands, toys, and forearm until we eventually reached the poinT where I could take his arm up to his shoulder. Clearly he had very high standards. Each and every training session he would also see that I was high, giving me parTy chems at the beginning of each of the three lots of six hours sets of play. Some weeks I'd be blowing clouds, other weeks he'd have me on K, which sometimes saw me fall into a K hole. That did not matter as I was safe in the leather-palm of a sling. He would also on a weekly basis wet shave my hair to keep me as his skinhead creation. Each week he would also have my small tits with either clothes pegs, suction cups, or nipple clamps. I helped my tit training along by working on them between training sessions too. During the three lots of six hours of rest he would rehydrate me with electrolytes so I could keep going for such an extended period of intense sweaty action. Nine months after my training had commenced, doing all of the aforementioned which was total dedication from my part I still was not pregnant with Sir's DNA, in fact we were still in training mode. I was increasingly wondering when I would get what I was here for.

Nine months later and we were now late July, and as far as my sweetheart Nate and I were concerned he was p☢️z. He had to be after the viral load Sir Bill shared with him. We we so confident that all this time he had not gotten tested. And we were so busy with my training with Sir, being in love and living our lives we never got around to it. But now we had decided to get that confirmation of his p☢️z status.

It was late morning on a Tuesday and I was with him in the waiting room at the sexual health clinic. He was called in by the doctor where the usual discussion was had, and he had a full screen including two tests for HIV, the rapid test from his finger, and the test from his arm. Well, we were fucking STUNNED, the rapid test showed him as ....

NEGATIVE!

Chapter Six: In the slave cage.

We arrive back to Sir's home where all three of us went down into his basement dungeon. It was out of this world, I had never seen anything like it. Two of the four walls were a red brick, and the other two opposite walls were mirrored floor to ceiling. There was a small tin bath, a rim seat, three slings, a four seater red leather couch, a red leather armchair, in one corner of the dungeon was a rubber covered mattress, and against one of the brick walls was another rubber covered mattress but this one was not on the floor, this one was on top of a slave cage. All that lit this intoxicating basement dungeon was a handful of lamps that gave off a dimly lit fire red glow. Sir finally removed the clothes pegs from my nipples...

- Yeah, I see, your small tits are now weeping, best give them a rest before we continue the training to turn them into big nasTy pig-tits. 

Sir stripped me until I was now only wearing the steel chastity cage and the leather collar and leash he put on me earlier, and what he wrote on me using a permanent red marker pen writing on my front and back;

''Sir Is Going To Poz Me''.

He stripped Nate down to his red rubber jockstrap, then made us sit next to one another on the rubber covered mattress on the floor. 

- Who is up for blowing some clouds?
- fuCK YEAH *exclaimed Nate*
- Er, what's that? *I quizzed*

Sir got what was needed for us to get cloudy and told the experienced Nate to show me what to do. All I had ever done until now was smoke weed. Soon the two of us young neg pigs were blowing clouds. What an absolute mind blowing feeling! It made me feel exhilarated and highly aroused. With both of us in a high and aroused state, and the fact we had a mutual instant attraction to one another we got lost in a sweaty cloudy haze of groping each other with deep kissing. 

- I really like you Nate. You make me feel a special feeling.
- Me too sexy. 

We groped and kissed, and kissed and groped. We were completely lost in one another. So much so we had not realised that Sir had removed his Leather trousers, Leather shirt, and was now sat in his red leather armchair smoking a big fat cigar whilst wearing nothing but his knee length police boots and his leather executioner hood. His minimalist yet striking attire complimented his thick moustache and beard. He sat there, smoking his cigar as he stroked his t☣️xic fuck weapon, watching us both maul one another. He summoned us both to crawl over and kneel before him. He looked at Nate...

- So you are chasing are you fAGGOT, want to get knocked up?
- FUCK YEAH.
- When was the last time you took PrEP?
- Never been on it, SIR.
- I see ... And what about you pig, what is your PrEP status?
- Haven't taken it for 7 days now, SIR.
- Right, well as you know I only fuck loose gaping cunt, and you are way too tight right now, unlike this gaping-loose anon cum loaded fAG.

I would soon get to find out that Nate had a couple of fist fuck buddies who he had known for 6 years. They were a couple, both p☢️z but on meds, and they at least once a week wrecked Nate's cunt to the poinT he could take them both shoulder deep. His cunT was very well trained! 

Before I knew it Sir Bill stood up, took a hold of my leash and put me into the slave cage under the bed, and locked it. What? I was high and horny and gagging to be bred with as many t☣️xic loads that I could get, and here I was, caged. All I could do was watch on which I did as I frequently fingered my cunt. Sir got Nate to be on all fours next to and parallel to the cage so I would get a close up view of initial play.

- Go on, push it out fAG, push out your cunt, show me what you got.

With little to no effort Nate pushed out his cunt inside out, a huge very well trained prolapse that was covered and dripping with some of the 12 loads of anon cum that had been seeded deep into his neg guts earlier in the day. And just like at the sauna Sir was back on his knees licking, slurping, and chewing this delicious meaty blossoming cummy cunt. Once again anon man seed was getting caught up in Sir's moustache and beard. Having enjoyed his second felch session of the day Sir came upright and with no resistance shoved all of his 12" by 5" meaty p☢️z fuck weapon deep into Nate's piggy guts pushing his flopped inside out cunt back inside. Nate moaned and groaned in delight as Sir fucked him very slowly yet with firm hard thrusts. He looked into the cage at me as I frantically fingered my cunt, sweating heavily whilst watching the long serpent coiled around his shaft slither in and out. Sir gave his cocky looking grin as he continued with his firm hard thrusts, and looking right into my eyes he spoke...

- You want my t☣️xic fuck tool pumping your hungry for p☢️z seed cunt don't you pig? Huh. I am going to have to train that cunt of yours until it is loose enough for my liking. That's it, you finger that neg cunt of yours. Go on, show me how much you want me to knock you up. Go on ... SHOW me!

I showed Sir my real need to have him convert me with not only fingering my cunt even more aggressively, but with very loud grunts and groans. As I continued to get more and more worked up through my frustration and lust Sir took his focus away from me, took a hold of Nate's shoulders, and increased the pace of his fucking until all I could hear was groaning from Nate, grunting from Sir, and Nate's beefy ass cheeks making slapping noises with each inward thrust. 

- Oh fuck YEAH, what a nasty pig, neg and with my highly charged t☣️xic fuck tool pumping away deep in its gaping sloppy cum filled guts, desperate to get knocked up. That is what you want, isn't it, fAG?

Nate couldn't reply as he was being relentlessly winded with a fast paced powerful thrust fuck. I watched this fuck continue on for a while longer when Sir stopped suddenly in his tracks and slowly withdrew his monster fuck weapon. Sir then walked Nate over to one of the slings, threw him in, restrained him by the wrists and ankles, got out the crisco, sat on a stool at the foot of the sling and proceeded with a two hour long FFist session alternating between being shoulder deep and punch FFisting with plenty of twisTed verbal. Although further away I could still see and hear, although I could not see Nate waist up. His cunt now destroyed Sir got up and walked over to the slave bed, unlocked the cage and pulled me out by my leash and walked me over like a dog about a metre in front of the foot of the sling, instructing me to focus in on his perineum which was very defined due to some wastage. He slid back into my neg Nate, all 12" balls deep too, and just held that p☢️zition!

Chapter Five: Nasty at the Sauna

Sir walked back to the wall where he had been stroking his girthy veiny fuck weapon a short while ago, now with the new twink in town in tow. He made Nate stand feet hip width apart with his hands stretched out above him against the wall with his towel clad ass arched out. Sir ripped away the towel, and underneath was such a beautiful sight. Just like I had been earlier Nate was wearing a red rubber jockstrap which perfectly complimented his sweet round ass, yet what separated the similarity between us is he came with a semi blooming and cum dripping rosebud. 

- Oh FUCK, Christmas has come early, nothing I like better than a blooming rose and a loose cunt. Look at that cum dripping out, FUCK YEAH.

Sir quickly noticed a marker pen attached to a piece of string that was tied to the waistband of Nate's jockstrap, with a number of strikes written on both of his pert ass cheeks. 

- 7 and 5 ... 12, hmmmm, have you taken 12 loads today boy?
- I don't know, I haven't been counting. But every stud that has fucked me marked my ass. Is it 12 loads now?
- It sure is. Want to make it unlucky 13? Let me mark you with my DNA that will never wash off.
- Oh fuCK, YES PLEASE, SIR.

Sir made Nate turn so he faced sideways to me and to bend over so his hands rested just above his knees. I could only imagine he was ordered to bloom for Sir as his rose came out to full bloom with Sir now on his knees licking, slurping, and chewing Nate's blossoming dripping cummy cunt. Multiple anon loads both going into Sir's mouth and man seed getting caught up in his moustache and beard. All the while this was going on Ronald continued to finger fuck me and grope me. After a good feeding Sir stood up and penetrated Nate with some other stranger sticking his Dick into Nate's mouth. I watched on, longing for it to be me that was Nate the piece of meat. Damn. 

I looked up at Sir's face and he was looking at me through his executioner hood, sticky cum covered moustache and beard, with a cocky grin. What a beautiful sight. Before I could enjoy it anymore Ronald turned me around to face him. And what I saw was a handsome yet weathered bull with a septum piercing. I glanced at his massive pig tits that were both pierced, they both wore a pair of large heavy nipple rings. I could not help but notice he had an extremely striking tattoo bang in the centre of his sternum down to the lower sternum, and radiating outwards into his pecs and up towards his clavicles.

👹 His tattoo was of a large black and red inverted pentagram with an upside down cross with three 6's in a row on it. 👹

He pushed me down making me get onto my knees to lick his throbbing t☣️xic monster pierced shaft. Why monster? Because his dangerous highly charged Dick was bigger than Sir's when fully erect 12" by 5" member. Ronald's when fully erect came in at an obscene 13" in length by 7" in girth. His girth was as big as my wrist. There was no way I'd be able to take that up my cunt, I am way too tight. I could not see how anyone who was not very well used and super loose could take it. I looked up at him towering over me. I couldn't even get to have our eyes meet as I became transfixed by his blasphemous tattoo. He began to laugh arrogantly...

- I see you looking at it. Most try to deny what it makes them feel inside, and most if not all succumb to their most darkest depraved desires. Now show me how you lick Dick. No sucking, just licking.

I licked up and down his already erect eight MILLION and some number of hundred thousands highly charged fuck weapon, base to the tip, tip to the base, under and around, around and under, being careful not to catch my tongue on the spiked balls on his 10mm thick PA. Even though he was pretty much fully erect my licking seemed to pleased him as I could definitely see him become thicker, with the veins in his shaft looking fuller. Having licked him what seemed to be to the point of sparkling clean he barked at me to look up at him.

- So fucking cute. I don't care what Bill has said, if he wanders off with that gaping fag over there then I am fucking you. I will rip you up and make sure you get what you are chasing.

As he spoke dirty to me he stroked his already super hard and highly charged p☢️z pistol. 

- Now keeping your head tilted towards my direction close your eyes and close your mouth. 

From the point of me closing my eyes it wasn't even a minute before his breath started becoming heavy and erratic. Cumming already? Then I heard Sir's voice boom;

- Go on Ron mate, spray your nasty eight Million, seven hundred and seventy three fucking thousand viral load onto my neg pig's face. He wants it up his guts, but he is going to have to work for that eventuality. That's it Ron, unload, go on, give it to the pig. By now a big crowd had gathered around us, all stroking their Dicks, and all now cheering Ron on to bust his nasty nut juice over my face.

Ron started to grunt over and over like a wild boar as his highly charged large t☣️xic load generously coated my face with a good amount of his hot dirty seed landing on the top of my forehead where the top of the leather blindfold rested. Sir took a hold of my leash and gave a firm tug;

- C'mon boy, open your eyes and get up, I am taking you and this eager to be p☢️zzed up fAGGOT home. Great seeing again Ron mate. See you again soon.

I was put back into my black cape, Nate got dressed and his belongings, and we all got into the car. Sir got Nate and I to sit in the back seat. Without thought we immediately held hands and looked into each other's eyes. There was this intense surge of warmth that filled us causing us to beam with our huge smiles and sparkling eyes. Nate then leaned in and started to lick up Ronald's big t☣️xic load that he had just dumped onto my face a short while ago. Quite a bit of it had collected and rested above the leather blindfold. But instead of swallowing what he had lapped up he leaned in to my lips and we shared our first kiss where we both felt an intense rush of deep connection. Before I knew it I was doing something that I had never done before, that being; kissing with myself and my kissing partner passing sperm back and forth into each other's mouths. Sir was driving us home and looked into his rear view mirror;

- Are you two snowballing? Oh fuck YEAH, look at my two sexy young pigs making out in the back seat as I drive them to where it all happens. My dungeon in the basement!

Upon pushing Ronald's nasty load back into my mouth Nate pulled back and got me to swallow what had been on my face. Well, it would have been a complete waste otherwise. Nate rummaged through his bag and took out his phone, handed it to me, looked deep into my eyes, and with a deep warmth said;

- I like you.
- Me too.

No more words were needed as I punched in my number into his handset. It looked like my life was about to take two completely different directions; Sir in the front seat to knock me up, and the much closer to my age cutie sat next to me to become my boyfriend. Would just one, both, or neither happen? 
 

5 hours ago, MusclePup said:

that's great just shot off first load to this story.

GREAT to hear you shot off to my fiction. And I haven't even got twisted with the story yet. Am about to though. 😈

Thanks @MusclePup for voting on this story today. Perfect timing as I have at least two more chapters dropping before the day is through.

14 hours ago, evilqueerpig said:

Key West, 1993.  I was walking back to the guesthouse and across the street, I saw a guy with his shorts around his ankles, stroking the BIGGEST cock I'd ever seen.  Crossing over, I asked "how big?" He replied, "11.5""  "Want some help with that?"  After shoving his tongue down my throat, he pushed me down to my knees.  I started by nibbling on his ample foreskin, then gradually taking his shaft in my mouth.  This being Key West, we drew an audience.  Next thing I know, my shorts were pulled down and lube was applied to my hole.  A cock entered me and reaching around I was pleased to find it bare.  Still sucking Mr Big, we were both shocked when my nose hit his pubes.  "Nobody's ever taken me all the way!" He shouted.  Being spitroasted was nothing new, but this was hot.  The guy fucking me came with a grunt and as soon as he pulled out, another cock replaced him.  Guys were jacking their cocks, cumming on my neck and back.  I was in cocksucking bliss, my mouth filled with Latino monster cock.  Guy #2 shouted as he spewed his load in my ass and #3 slid in.  Suddenly, Mr Big moaned like an animal, flooding my mouth with cum, just as guy#3 climaxed.  My cockGod pulled me to my feet, kissing me and thanking me.  "You're a cummy mess!" He said.  "It's wonderful!" I replied.  Gathering my clothes, I walked back to my guesthouse naked and jumped in the pool to rinse off.  Maybe not the most raunchy, but certainly the most slutty

The endorphin rush, brought to you by @evilqueerpig, haha. What a wonderful unforgettable experience, a real joy to read 👅

On 11/28/2022 at 12:00 PM, DirtyFckr said:

Been obsessed with it since 2013/2014!

Grrrrr 😈

10 hours ago, DirtyFckr said:

I also love rooms with mirrors on them so I can watch myself getting used!

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

Hate is a very strong emotion, and I'd like to think that I do not hate anyone. However, there are many in this world that I strongly dislike due to their abhorrent characteristics and unacceptable behaviour that see them treat others in an appalling manner, whilst concurrently being self righteous. I suspect from what I have seen over time there are some like as just described on BZ, sadly.

So, would I have sex with someone who I disliked due to their unsavoury demeanor even if they had the best ass ever? Hell NO. I don't want someone like that anywhere near me. Keep well AWAY! I'd like to think now I am old and wise enough to pick up on any bad energy, especially when in an instant/anon scenario. 

Off on a bit of a tangent here, but I have for as long as I can remember had a thing for Joey Stefano. Such a shame he died so young. Beautiful man. 

On 11/4/2022 at 2:35 PM, evilqueerpig said:

Unless it's sucking a man to get him hard to fuck, when it's a blowjob, I give it my all and suck to cumpletion!

Good man ~ Whichever hole cum is going into not a single drop should ever be wasted.

Major turn on, on visual, psychological, sensory and physical levels. Everything about swollen cunt lips are perfect for me! 🐽 

Pigs and Piggies,

I was writing towards the later part of this story when a big idea suddenly came to the hand, which means I am going to have to rewrite chapter 5 (the next chapter) onwards, so there is going to be a bit of a delay until the next installment(s). 

There are various porn situations that irk me, but what gets me the most has to be when cum is not bred guts deep until the Top is spent, or when a cocksucker does not swallow the load yet spits it out instead. 

Man seed is there to be deposited, it is not for decoration. 

4 hours ago, LVparTyguy said:

love this story

Thank you. Glad you love it. And I haven't even started the cloudy-parTy yet.

@PunchFFaggot Fucking piggy-licious cunt you've got there boy! 👅

Before I put out the next chapter, just for a bit of fun and to involve the readers of this story, if you think that Bill's friend Ronald should have the following tattoo then give this image a ''piggy'' reaction;

Chapter Four: Ronald and Nate

He got his car keys which I heard jingle when he came back, and led me to the car, helping me into the passenger seat. I am STILL blindfolded. I did not know what the man looked like. For all I knew he could be driving me to my demise. But I knew that was not the case. What trick(s) did he have up his perverted sleeve?

We drove for about 20 minutes, and he parked at our destination. Without saying a word he got me out of the car, locked up, and led me to somewhere where I had been many times, and was friends with some of the staff. I was led inside to a reception area. I recognised the smell immediately of where we were ...

The sauna! I heard my friend Josh who worked at the reception speak...

- Hey Bill, how's it going man, and who do you have here with you? Looking at that nose and chin it looks like my friend Matty, but it can't be, as he has a lovely head of hair. 

With that, Sir, who I now knew his name took off the black silk cape.

- Fuck, it is Matty, I recognise that gorgeous tight and compact, small framed gym trained body anywhere. What have you done with your hair Matty?
- He doesn't need his hair now. Just read what is written on his body.
- ''Sir is going to...

Sir turned me around so Josh could finish the sentence

- Poz me''. FUCK, I thought that had been laid to rest. FUUUUCK!

Sir paid our fares, led me to the locker area where my trainers and red rubber jockstrap were removed, and they with both of our towels and Sir's Leathers were put into the lockers. I was wearing my clothes pegs on my now very sore tits, the steel chastity cage, and the leather collar and leash. Sir was wearing his knee length police boots, and executioner hood. And off we went.

I could tell we had reached the shower area as I could hear water cascading onto the sauna floor. Sir had me stood feet hip width apart, with my hands clasped behind my back. Sir's good friend Ronald, a 62 year old retired nurse Skinhead came walking in our direction, wearing nothing but his 20 hole boots with red laces. They got chatting including about me. Sir said I was a chaser and he was willing to gift me, but he was going to make me really work for it. 

- Heeeeeey Bill, fancy seeing you here. And who is this sexy pig? 
- Hey Ronald mate. Great to see you too.

They got chatting and both ended up behind me. Ronald grabbed a hold of my ass cheeks, spreading and squeezing them.

- Fuck, now I would love to have a go on this sexy pig. Would you look at that ass, I have never seen ass cheeks so high up into the lower back, and so round and perfect. Damn. 

As he groped and mauled my rump, the sides to my torso, and shoulders, my Sir spoke...

- How is the Viral Load now Ronald. I know about a year ago it leapt from just under a million to just under three million. 
- Oh fuck me Bill mate, I have gotten into my blood slamming big time, you know, you have been with me at plenty of parTies where I have been recharged by some highly t☣️xic studs. Well, it is triple that of a year ago, not to mention I have picked up a few extra strains including that all exclusive aggressive strain that no one in our circles has, that we have only heard about, well, now I have IT!
- Not the ... CRF... 

Before Sir had a chance to finish Ronald interrupted.

- Fuck YES, that one! Probably why my Viral Load has gone nuts this year.
- What is it now?
- Eight MILLION and seven hundred and seventy three thousand.
- FUCK, you are now more than double of what I am. Shit. You can have a play with him now, but no knocking him up, so keep your dangerous death Dick where I can see it.

Sir lifted my blindfold so it now rested on my forehead, and for the first time in hours I could see once again. But, I could not see Sir or Ronald as they were both behind me. A man suddenly walked right past me into my view and walked over to the opposite wall that I was facing, and through his executioner hood which framed his face via a heavy bushy beard and thick moustache he stared deep into my eyes. I could not miss him, his stare was so captivating, and I stared back, in a trance as Ronald played with my ass, and cunt. Such as my hypnotic trance I did not notice Sir was wearing his knee length police boots and was stroking his 12" by 5" girth serpent tatted fuck weapon. In fact, I did not even realise it was him. As he stroked Ronald played, and I soon felt a finger with a sharp unkempt nail tear against the wet, warm and velvet soft walls to my tight NEG cunt. 

- If it wasn't for my pal Bill I'd be already fucking you, tearing your cunt up with my t☣️xic piece of fuck meat that is pierced with a circular 10mm barbell PA with sharp spiked balls, I'd be the one to be knocking you up, and I would make sure it would fucking take. I can tell you are the kind of nasty pig that would fucking love it.

I couldn't hear what he was saying precisely as I was in a Sir trance. Sir slightly nodded down towards his 🐍 serpent-tatted-toxic-Dick, gesturing me to look down, and so I did. And as I did he let go of his t☣️xic-serpent and let it bounce and throb as it pointed to the sauna ceiling. As soon as I layed eyes on it, it was now that I realised I was looking at Sir as I recognised his in the flesh beautiful serpent-Dick from photos I had seen of it. I instinctively pushed back onto Ronald's finger that was fingering around inside my cunt with that unkempt sharp nail of his nicking on my soft and warm neg cunt flesh. Not only had I not been hearing Ronald I had not even been feeling him fingering and groping me such was the serpent trance I was in. The three of us were locked in this chain of rhythm for a good while, and it took a 26 year old neg twink called Nate to break it.

Nate was walking towards my direction wearing a towel around his waist, and as he got close enough he read what was written on the front of my body; ''Sir' is going to'', this was met with a smile. He passed me then read what was written on my back; ''poz me.''

Apparently he beamed from ear to ear with his; ''You lucky Bastard, I've been actively chasing for 4 years, and still nothing'' smile. He came to the front of me again, looked at me, then his eyes motioned towards Ronald; ... 

- So, is this Sir?
- No. Just a friend of his.
- I like you, putting it about for the alpha Daddies like the true cum pigs we are.

The next thing I knew Sir had walked over and was eyeing Nate up and down, and up, and down. HIs gruffly voice commanded our attention;

- So who is this cute young pig I see before me?
- This is Sir *I replied*

Without missing a beat Nate stared right into Sir's eyes and spoke, he truly knew what he wanted and was going after it.

- Fuck, he has a super potent look about him too. I wish it was my veins that he was going to be flowing around for eternity.
- Not another chaser?
- Yes Sir. I have been super pro active in chasing for 4 years, the last 6 months of it in this city since I moved here. 
- C'mon, follow me, let's see what you have on offer.

Chapter Three: The Haircut.

I heard him pick something up off of the floor, and then the whirring sound of hair clippers. They came close to my head, and before I knew it he was shaving my lovely hair off. Part of me was gutted, I loved my hair, but the other part of me was turned on that this highly charged viral stud was shaping me to how he wanted me to be, taking complete control over me. I felt safe, and very subMISSIVE. Now a skinhead and at this fucker's mercy I was lost in a piggy trance to his alpha authority. He took a hold of the leash and tugged;

- C'mon ...

He directed me as I crawled on all 4's into his living room, and once there I was ordered to sit up right, kneeling with my ass cheeks resting on my heels. There I was, naked except his red rubber jockstrap, the steel chastity locking up my now pointless dick, a leather blindfold, a leather collar and leash, but he was not done yet. Next went on a wooden clothes peg to each nipple ...

- OoooouuUUcH
- Take long slow deep breaths and remember why you are doing this.
- Yes Sir.

My nipples had always been super sensitive, yet through training over time with Sir Bill not only would they become much bigger, the arousing sensation they produced through playing with them would now be completely and not just partly redirected to my cunt now that my pointless dick was now locked. They would also very much increase in how sensitive they would become. 

Sir now took a permanent red marker pen and wrote on my chest; ''Sir'', on my torso; ''is going'', on my belly; ''to'' .... then he came around to my back and on my upper back he wrote; ''poz'', and finally below on my thoracic back he wrote; ''me.''

''Sir Is Going To Poz Me''

Now looking very different to how I arrived a short time ago he stood back and took some photos of his pig in training. For the next few hours he sat in his armchair drinking non alcoholic beer and puffing on a cigar, head to toe in fresh smelling leather. All that time I remained blindfolded, but I could smell the leather on my face from earlier, and his cigar smoke. I only spoke when I was spoken to, and Sir did not speak much, just generally puffing on his cigar and drinking his beers. For the first hour he verbally remained silent, until he piped up...

- Do you know what the term Viral Load means in regards to HIV, boy?
- Yes Sir, I have read about it.
- Have a guess what mine is.
- Erm, I don't know ... a million?
- Way out, guess again.
- Um, eight hundred thousand?
- You are still way out pig, you get one more guess.
- Er *I gave a big pause as I thought, which way do I go, up or down* ... Erm, four hundred thousand?

He stood up, walked over to me, knelt behind me, spread my legs, and placed a leather covered finger from a gloved hand on my cummy neg cunt hole. I gasped. He leaned into my ear, and once again his gruffly voice spoke to my inner depraved pig;

- Four Million, three hundred and seventy one fucking thousand, boy.

I groaned and whimpered in ecstasy to which he cockily laughed;

He knew exactly who I was and what I wanted, and needed! 😈 ... He got up and stood in front of me.

- If I gave your cunt a good hard brushing with a tooth brush then fucked you hard and came deep inside your cunt right now I'd say there would be a very good chance you'd become HIV positive. 

Well, that sent me over the edge as surges of actual electric jolts surged through my cunt, jolt after jolt after jolt...

- Oh my Go.. Oh my Go.. Uh, uh uh *I began to pant and moan heavily*

Sir took one big puff on his cigar and blew it in my face, and sat back down in his chair. A good half hour of verbal silence ensued. Then...

- You definitely want to become HIV positive, is that correct? 
- Yes Sir.
- You want Sir's angry serpent 🐍 to spit it's highly charged viral corrupted DNA deep in your guts, corrupting your DNA in the process, pig?
- Yes Sir.

The next sentence he uttered he said extremely sternly and very loudly...

- You want my highly charged viral corrupted DNA flowing through your veins forever more? IS THAT WHAT YOU FUCKING WELL WANT?

His full on alpha attitude with his matter of fact stern words booming out into the room sent me over the edge, and once again electrical jolts surged through my cunt, but this time they did not stop until Sir intervened. For the next half hour the surges came at me, wave after wave, leaving me whimpering in a highly aroused state. I already forget I had a dick, and my complete focus was on Sir, and my cunt. 

Still in an aroused whimpering state Sir stood up and led me on all 4's to the bathroom where he made me kneel in a waterless bath. Already with a blindfold on my head he now attached a urinal gag, only one way for piss to go, into my greedy piggy guts. I already drank a load earlier at the gym, but this was nothing like I had ever drank before, because it was insane copious amounts.

- I've not pissed in the two hours I drank my six beers, get ready pig, because a big piss is coming your way. 

I heard the first splash of his warm, salty, golden juice hit the urinal gag, and very quickly felt it gush into my mouth and down my throat. I found my gulping rhythm very quickly, thank goodness, as he pissed a hard stream for a good few minutes. At the end of being used as a human urinal I felt full. 

- Good boy, pig. 

He helped me out of the bath, and removed the urinal gag. He then attached a black silk cape that covered my body neck to toe. He lead me towards the porch and put my trainers on for me.

- Stay there. I am taking you for a ride. 

Where was he going to take me?