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Great question!

So amazingly well written! Thanks for this story with such emotional depth.

This is where I finally came out of the closet at 30 years of age. I loved dancing there, 'I'm too sexy for my shirt ....'

Rumors, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. It was owned and operated by a group of gay men and a group of lesbian women. It was in a converted old movie theater, so a great big open space! It closed down when the liquor licensing board threatened to pull it's license because women were dancing toppless. The women agreed they would stop if the men kept their shirts on. The men refused and this wonderful gender inclusive Queer space was lost! 😪😪😪

GAME ON (part X) Character review; Alejandro: only toxic stallion Felix: sex worker mare. Ashley: Twink mare. Ben, his twink lover. Ali: Iranian Cub mare Six Months Later: Felix’s thoughts: Believe it or not my trick friend that I trapped in the sling for the start of the orgy got knocked up by the toxic judge. I suppose his ass was pretty torn up by the giant who bred him after me, and before the judge. But knocked up by his first toxic load, what are the chances. With all the risks I’ve taken for so many years and even taking the next load from the judge. I’ve gotten off Scott free. Not that I’m avoiding it, I’m sure I’ll get pozed sooner or later. In fact, I’d really like to get it out of the way. So, I’ve been having unprotected sex with this trick every week, no PreP, no condoms, him breeding me, no pulling out! I’m wondering if I’m one of those rare guys that is immune to HIV. Still no sign! Ben’s thoughts: I guess taking the toxic stallions second load at the start of the orgy meant I didn’t get the volume I needed. I so counted on him knocking me up. I anxiously waited four weeks to wake sick but nothing. Then I got tested and nothing, nada, negative. I’m a no nonsense, driven, get what I want kind of guy, so I contacted Alejandro and we made a deal. For the next three months he agreed to breed me twice a week. If I wasn’t knocked up by then I’d throw in the towel. It only took two months, and I got my wish. I was so sick I had to be hospitalized. Ashley was not at all happy, but he stuck by me every set of the way. Ashley’s thoughts: And by ‘every step of the way’ he means letting him breed me after he converted even though I had no protection. The last thing I wanted was to convert but Ben wouldn’t let up. “We both love bb sex, you know that. If you love me, you’ll take my raw cock and let me breed you my gift.” Some gift! Within weeks I took sick soaking our bed. I didn’t need to go to hospital, but I was laid up for a week and a half. I was ready to go on meds as soon as I could, but again Ben demanded the lead. We still aren’t on meds. We are waiting to hear if a chaser that flew in from the west coast to spend last weekend with us has gotten our gift. We fucked him in every room of the house. We took him separately, we took him together, we double penetrated him. Load after load went up his unprotected ass. We each put at least three loads into him per day, and he made it a four-day weekend. You do the math. I’ve never been so exhausted from none stop topping in my life! Ali’s thoughts: It didn’t take long to find out Allah’s will. 11 days after the event I awoke with my bed soaked and feeling like I had been struck by a freight train. I knew what had happened but got tested soon after and sure enough I was now positive for HIV with a viral load through the roof. On the night I finally lost my virginity to so many men I also managed to get infected with an STD that I will now carry for the rest of my life. I’m not angry or upset about this. Allah must have a plan for me that requires I live with this health burden. I plan to tuck my $20,000 winnings away to help finance opening my own classy restaurant. I know I will need much more than my waiting job and generous tips bring in so I’m seriously considering a lucrative offer that came my way last month. PRIDE Studio was so impressed with my performance that they have asked me to be a bareback mare in their stable of porn stars. A catch is they want me to out myself with a prominent biohazard tattoo. I’m not afraid of being out as an HIV positive porn performer, the issue is tattoos are against my religion. I’m beginning to warm to the idea as one more way to give my middle finger to my parents and our oppressive religion. The biggest blessing from Allah is I’m now dating the Iraqi cub that made such sweet love to me during the competition. He stood by my side as I awaited conversion. He nursed me when I was sick. He was the first man I fucked. Oh, the thrill of my raw cock sliding into his dark hairy hole. The release of my animal instinct to pound and pound into him as we gazed into each others’ eyes. The passionate kisses. The moment I told him ‘I’m close’ and he begged “Cum in me. Breed me your poz boys.” I knew he was/is on PreP so I had no fear. My seismic orgasm! Rope after rope of my manhood sprayed into his inner most being. A joining of our bodies beyond anything I had ever experienced in my life. Allah has blessed me indeed. This amazing man is 150% supportive of my signing up to become a porn star. How could I ask for anything more?! I guess I have made up my mind. I can't wait to have Allah use me to service handsome men while on camera. I so love being dominated by men and especially love their seed painting my guts and inner soul. Alejandro’s thoughts: Three more notches on my knock up belt, fantastic! Ali, Ben and by extension Ashly. I’m not ‘patient zero’, but with the couple dozen guys I’ve infected directly my indirect pozings could be over 100. I’m one fucking proud poz stallion! The porn video generated from the competition and orgy has been selling like hotcakes. My agent has assured me that film alone could bring in royalties of over $100,000 per year alone. Every bareback porn production company in North America and Eric Videos are all competing for exclusive rights to use my body in their videos. Eric Vids has the most enticing offer. They want me to stay off drugs and remain toxic to do three stealthing videos. Of course, the bottoms would know the risk they are signing up for but would agree to take the chance that I could indeed stealth them. They wouldn’t know if I did or didn’t until after we shot the scene and I shot my load, either in a condom, or in their ass. One hot scenario that I really like is to shoot my load in a condom. Pull out, take it off, drink it’s contents, then get so excited I pin the victim down, enter him raw and blow another load deep into his guts. We’d do as many of these ‘stealthing’ videos it takes to knock three bottoms up then I would go on meds for my own well being and for the sake of their profits making many more movies using me. As exciting as it has been I’d be happy to see an end to my pozing persona. Toxic judge’s thoughts: This event took a lot to get off the ground but has so exceeded my expectations. At least four guys pozed from a competition that seemed to only have the long shot potential to breed HIV into one mare. One of those converted stealthed by my own poz breeding! How fuckin hot is that?! The fantastic video is an ongoing monument to this outlandish event. What can I possibly dream up to exceed this amazing success?!? __---------------‐‐------------------------- Although this series has many directions it could go from here I'm ending it for now. Thanks for all your comments and variety of likes guys. Like the good submissive bottom I am, I get great pleasure entertaining you with these stories from my twisted imagination .

GAME ON (part VIIII) Character review; Alejandro: only toxic stallion Felix: sex worker mare. Ashley: Twink mare. Ali: Iranian Cub mare The bareback orgy broke out in full force. Only Ali, a couple stallions, and four observers rushed out before all holes were not allowed to be off limits. The MC, judges, and even camara men stripped down to at least jock straps to leave their asses open as fair game. One of the judges sported a biohazard tattoo just over his tailbone, which attracted his hairy ass lots of attention and plenty of loads. Felix thoughts: I’d had one fucking fantastic time even if I hadn’t won a prize including the toxic load. I was disappointed but this was tempered by catching hold of my friend, the former trick, that had shown me the advertisement and been so willing to sponsor me as a protected mare. He had every intention of getting out of the bathhouse before the breeding mayhem erupted. I convinced him to stay and just take one load from me. Silly man let me secure him in a vacant sling. I gave him a good long and deep drilling while onlookers fed him a steady stream of poppers. He was finally begging me to breed him and make sure it was deep, so I picked up my pace assisted by a 'skin head' that slid in pumping my sloppy ass. All three of us came simultaneously. I was now up to a soup of 18 guys cum in my guts and set a goal of at least twenty before I left for the night (actually early morning). This would break my record of 19 one night at a gangbang I was hired for with ten hung exclusive tops. As soon as I pulled out of my former trick a massive, long thick cock was thrust into his vulnerable trapped hole. He tried to protest but the huge man reminded him of the rule, ‘no hole off limits’. I reveled to stand beside and watch for a short time and then moved in behind the giant. He gratefully accepted my cock and I helped speed his orgasm deep in the reluctant trick. We both pulled out and backed away and the judge with the biohazard tattoo was in to the tricks stretched and bloodied hole faster than a cheetah capturing its prey. My former trick friend had no idea that he was hosting a raging toxic cock. Recognizing he was trapped he relented and was clearly enjoying this fuck on a smaller cock after being destroyed by the giant. It wasn’t long ‘til he was begging for the judges load oblivious to the danger and risk this put him in; I knew he was not on PreP. I had no trouble convincing a bystander with a sizable erection to slide into the judge and help speed him over the top. As I rushed to unstrap my friend from the sling he was receiving his fourth fuck. I didn’t start ‘til he assured me he did want set free. As quickly as the fourth top blasted away I was asked to assist the bottom from the sling and gethimoutfast. He fled the room assuring me he was OK and would contact me soon. I returned to my natural role as a bare bottom slut and my dripping hole was very popular having been a mare contestant. I left the orgy early hosting 26 loads in my gut. I know you are wondering, yes, one of those was from the toxic judge. However, the toxic stallion from the competition never even entered my hole. Ashley’s thoughts: Ben was naked well before the orgy started. There was a line up of three raging hard ons behind him when the bell tolled the start. Much as I wanted to just flee the place I didn’t want to go home alone. Watching the relish with which Ben received cock after cock and the tops enjoyed flooding him with their cum did lift my spirits a little. He’d made sure that the first guy to breed him was Alejandro. Even though he received 15 loads through the night this was the only one he talked about incessantly for weeks waking each morning desperately hoping he would be sick with the fuck flu. That and the fact he took 15 loads to my 7, more then twice without even being in the competition. He’s such an asshole, I don’t know why I still love him so much. Alejandro’s thoughts: I had such a great time raw fucking and breeding holes during the orgy that it wasn’t until I was Ubering home that I remembered how excited I was to find out if I’d knocked Ali up. The next person I bred was the super cute twink Ben. I blasted a fairly big load in him, so I hope it was enough to add at least two notches in my converting belt. Guys were literally backing themselves onto my erect pole until I couldn’t keep it up anymore. The last three had to give up without even a tiny gift, by then I doubt I even had precum to donate to their cause. I further expect most of these guys were on PreP anyway so a total waste of my toxic DNA and any effort I had left to offer. No, it was now time to wait to hear from the organizers about Ali. Toxic Poz judge’s thoughts: The whole idea of this competition had been my brainchild. It had taken a tremendous amount of convincing to get Steamworks and Cummunion on board. They were quite skeptical about what this would do to their reputations. Knowing everyone barebacks now and promoting a pozzing event are two very different things. But I’m very persistent and they finally came around after a full two years of my badgering. When PRIDE video came on board no one was looking back. Intuition told me to use my first and most toxic load on a guy strapped into a sling by the sex worker mare from the competition had just fucked and bred, Felix. I don’t know why, but I just thought this guy wouldn’t be on PreP. He certainly enjoyed my fuck, and his hole had been torn apart and was quite bloody. He begged for my load and I didn’t need convincing. I’m quite sure he had no idea what all I might be giving him. Both my ass and cock were very popular right up until the orgy shut down. I bred four guys, although I didn’t have much left after my first two loads. Eight more guys had me mount them. I left the bathhouse with 10 loads on board, a pretty good take for a night of play for me. The other judges, MC and camera men weren’t as busy as I was. Although a cute cub camera man was getting well used as he kept right on filming. He told me later he left with 8 loads and a very soar ass.

I once asked a hookup raw fucking me to pull out when he was getting close just to see his reaction. He looked a bit shocked, pulled out, and reached for a condom on his nightstand. I told him he wouldn't need the condom and asked him to breed me. He didn’t need convincing!

Looking forward to see how long this cum magnet 🧲 keeps telling himself he wants to remain (lol) monogamous. I lied to myself for a long time without the courage to actually embrace what I really wanted .. no needed. I'm very much enjoying this story. I hope you keep it going 20cmcock.

GAME ON (part VIII) Character review; Alejandro: only toxic stallion Felix: sex worker mare. Ashley: Twink mare. Ali: Iranian Cub mare. Ashley’s thoughts: Fuck, fuck, fuck! I think the other two got bred closer to the stroke of midnight. At least I’m pretty sure I took the one poz load in this fiasco. Much as I don’t want to get pozed, if I do, I’ve got a fat bank account. It’s a fuckin good thing that I love that weasel boyfriend Ben! Felix’s thoughts: Fuckin A! I’m pretty sure I got bred closest to the stroke of midnight. I took so many loads I’m pretty sure I won that contest. I took so many loads’ chances are high I took the charged load, and my ass is so torn up if I did, I’m bound to be knocked up. Now I just need to convert within two weeks and then I get the sweet $20,000. I can get housing of my own and even open a bank account. Fuck yeah! Alejandro’s thoughts: Holy funking shit, what a fucking close call. I was afraid that Iranian cub would never finish in the Iranian mare. A competition like this was no time to take so long making love to your twin! But my raw cock got into the Iranian mare in time. I’m sure we hit the bull’s eye of the stroke of midnight. I don’t think he has any idea I gave him the charged load. I can’t wait to see his face when the truth is revealed. He better fucking convert before the deadline. The 1% would be awesome, but I fucking want to be ushered into the porn industry. That would make all the frustration of holding off tonight so worthwhile. Please. Please, let him be knocked up!!! Ali’s thoughts: ‘Allah, how could I have known what pleasure you had in store for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you … may Allah always be praised’. I was so consumed with uttering this prayer that I didn’t notice my judge holding up his hand for the MC. The MC’s words astonished me, “It looks like we might have a tie for breeding closest to the stroke of midnight. Judges for mares 2 and 3 have their hands up. All three judges were down close to capture the exact moment the breeding started. They’ve texted me their times. Yes guys! This was a close one! Mare three began to be bred at 15 seconds after the start of the bells tolling midnight. Unbelievable as it might seem mare two, Ali is the winner, his stallion started breeding him at the exact moment the bells started, right on the stroke of midnight. Amazing! Wait a minute, this is beyond our wildest hopes and dreams. Watch Ali’s judge.” My judge pulled his shirt over his head, knelt in front of my last breeder stallion and began to suck his cock. While doing so he rubbed above the stallion’s cock with his shirt. Someone produced a spray bottle to assist with the rubbing of the shirt. Cock removed from the judges mouth the stallion turned to the audience and there was a great gasp. The stallion then turned to me and I saw the biohazard tattoo in the shortly trimmed bush over his cock. I still didn’t understand what all the fuss was about until the MC spoke again. “Ali has received the one toxic HIV charged load. If he converts, is knocked up, before the competition timeline he will win the $20,000 prize. Furthermore, his breeding stallion, Alejandro, will get 1% of the profits from the sales of the video we are recording tonight. And we can all be assured this video is going to sell like hot cakes, Alejandro could be looking at a massive take! We will all be waiting on pins and needles with these two men for the next few weeks. Let us assure you we will monitor Ali daily to make sure he has not been bred by any other man until his possible conversion, we need to be sure it is Alejandro that knocked him up. That Ali started this competition as a virgin, and that all the other loads painting his guts were verified negative or undetectable will give us more assurance than ever. This is amazing guys!” (The crowd broke into ruckus applause and cheering before the MC continued) “Quiet everyone, quiet down. I’ve just received the final load count for each of our mares from the judges. Ashley was fucked by 8 guys and bred 6 loads. (polite clapping) Felix was fucked by 14 guys a total of 18 times, and bred an amazing 17 loads! (Much more vigorous clapping and cheering.) Looks like Ali has cleaned up here tonight guys; our virgin was fuck by all 15 guys, a total of 20 times. Clearly, he is a virgin no more. He finishes before midnight with 20 confirmed loads bred into his ass. (The crowd went wild! Only when the cacophony died down did the MC continue.) “So that’s it folks, Ali takes home $500 for being bred on the stroke of midnight, $5000 for taking the most loads! If he converts to poz in the next two weeks he get’s an additional $20,000. (Wild cheering and applause!) Alejandro takes home the $1000 prize for breeding on the stroke of midnight and a chance to get 1% of video sales if indeed he has knocked Ali up. Stay tuned for the dramatic conclusion folks. Anyone that doesn’t want to take a chance on getting bred tonight, or bred again, has five minutes to clear the building. The next bell you here, the no holes bared bareback orgy begins.” I was in shock, but clear enough to know I had to get out, and fast!

I've only had anal orgasms a couple of times. I wish I knew the conditions I need for them. Big raw cock is one thing, but I think synchronized chemistry is another.

Certainly my experience.

GAME ON (part VII) Character review; Alejandro: only toxic stallion Felix: sex worker mare. Ashley: Twink mare. Ali: Iranian Cub mare. Alejandro’s thoughts: We were down to the last half hour, and I had finally made my decision by eating out each of the mare contestants’ asses. The twink’s was hairless, which is just not my style or taste. Besides, it was clear he was in a foul mood and showed absolutely no gratitude or manors. The sex workers ass was tasty and had a decent amount of hair. He was at the top of my list, but I thought I should at least give the cub a chance. Oh my god! Was I glad I did. Hairy cheeks and hole that are my favourite turn on and inspiration to poz. Besides he had the tastiest combination of tangy metallic blood, ass juices and cum soup with a hint of garlic. Yummy beyond compare. I should have shoved into him right away but I wanted to aim for the stroke of midnight breeding prize. A fellow cub who might also be Iranian took over after me and took so long I was afraid I might have missed my chance. I watched on desperately because I only had until midnight to plant my toxic load and had decided there was no way in hell one of the other two were getting it. I was totally focused on my ‘bull’s eye’, and it was this sweet Iranian ass that had arrived tonight as a virgin and had received so many raw cocks and loads in his mouth and ass. He deserved the prize money and my special toxic gift. Ashley’s thoughts: I couldn’t wait for this fiasco to be over. I knew I hadn’t received very many loads yet feared I had been pozed; Ben’s dream, not mine. At twenty minutes to midnight, I had my first sign of hope that something might be salvaged from this disaster. A big hairy bear with a short but incredibly thick cock plunged into me. My guts had already been torn but the girth of this bear had ripped me open even more. He gave a great fuck, and if I was going to convert, I at least wanted one of my last poundings to make sure the virus had a clear path into my blood stream. That wasn’t the best part. He gave a great and long-lasting fuck! As the hands of the clock past five minutes to the hour I believed my chances of us winning the timing prize were looking better by the second. At one minute to the hour he blasted away into me, and I willed the other two tops to overshoot the clock by at least two minutes with every cell of my brain power. Ali’s thoughts: At half hour to midnight, I was receiving the most glorious ass eating and tongue fucking. Once again, a new experience that had me regretting I had waited so long to embrace my sexual urges. I assumed that he was preparing me for his fuck, so I was quite surprised when he stepped away and another man stepped in quickly to take his place. At first I was very pleased to see such a handsome well-built cub with my colouring and skin tone; then, my blood froze as I took in his two tattoos! Both very tasteful and expertly done. I would have considered them beautiful body art if I hadn’t recognized them and their meaning so quickly. On his collar bone in delicate elegant Arabic script was the religious name Mohammed. Quite evident even through his dark thick chest hair, On the left side of his neck in even smaller Arabic text his name Hannah (which means John) and his address. These tattoos told me this stallion about to have me in a very vulnerable position was Iraqi! All four of my grandparents, most of my aunts and uncles and older cousins had been killed in the 1980’s Iraqi Iranian war. It is the reason my parents had fled to Briton where I was eventually born. I was raised to hate people from Iraq. This young man like me would have been born well after the war, but his neck tattoo followed the tradition of Iraqi solders. The tattoo and address visible so that if they were killed in the war someone would know where to send their body. My legs and arms were restrained in the sling; I had no way to defend myself against my mortal enemy. His right hand started to move toward my face. At least it was not in a fist. A finger touched my lip and for some reason I opened my mouth. Two of his fingers were inserted. Was he going to try to rip my jaw? Should I chomp down and bite them? Yet something restrained me and as his fingers gently touched my tongue the voice of Allah came to me through and image of my favorite aunt (long dead, she had been the only relative that had shown me any loveand.) “Relax my son. This man doesn’t want to hurt you. He has been sent as a bridge of peace for our two peoples and for your inner being. Trust him, as you have learned to courageously trust your longings. I love you, my child.” Indeed, these fingers were giving me pleasure. His face was gentle and kind. My blood warmed and my body relaxed. His next move was to free my hard cock from the pouch of my jock strap. For the first time ever a mans mouth took in my excited manhood. The heat and moisture and sucking motion overwhelmed me, and I was soon flooding his mouth with my semen. He drank it down like it was the finest wine. When he came off, he moved up to plant a passionate kiss on my mouth. Our tongues entwined in a dance of angels, and I could taste my own cum. Why had I never tried it before? As his erect cock head teased my wet hole he whispered into my ear in Farcy ; “Are you ready?” I just nodded and watched in wonder as his 6 inches steadily got sucked into my anal canal. He was soon in to the hilt. What followed was not fucking like I had been enjoying with so many men, he was making love to me. We were making love to each other. Slow, relaxed immersive love. I wasn’t aware of anything or anyone else, our eyes were gazing deep into each other’s souls, and our kisses were passionate and tender. I have no idea how long this time in paradise lasted. I just knew when he asked if I was ready that I gently nodded my head and asked him to cum inside me. I could feel every plus of his tool in my guts and an anal orgasm erupted taking my breath away. The man who had eaten my ass asked my Iraqi stallion if he was done and almost ripped my lover out of and away from me. Before I could even thank Allah, this impatient man pushed his substantial manhood into me and was almost instantly breeding my ass. His convulsions corresponded with the twelve rings of bells indicating the stroke of midnight. Felix’s thoughts; As midnight approached a strapping muscular bald man was giving my ass and body great pleasure with his massive meat. I had one eye on his confident smile and another on the second hand of the official clock. I could tell he was getting very close and used every trick of my ass muscles to milk him at the exact moment of the stroke of midnight. When he groaned and shouted that he was filling me it was 15 seconds after the hour The ringing had begun only seconds before and was still chiming when we finished. I was certain that we had to have won, so was he.

GAME ON (part VI) Character review; Alejandro: only toxic stallion Felix: sex worker mare. Ashley: Twink mare. Ali: Iranian Cub mare. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ Alejandro’s thoughts: From the moment the competition started my mind was consumed by a few thoughts. 1. Who did I want to try and convert? At first, I was certain I would focus on Felix. Although I never pay for sex, I have tremendous respect for people who choose this oft misunderstood and maligned profession. To me they are the ultimate inspiration for sex positivity. To be willing to do his work with the ongoing risk of becoming poz showed his commitment to pulling out all the stops. I’d also heard he was homeless and of the three was probably the most in need of the prize money. 2. How could I not betray my poz status with an obvious display of holding back from fucking the other two? I would need to participate actively enough to not draw attention to myself yet not fuck ‘til close to midnight. My best strategy was to suck all three cocks and let them suck me a lot and hope that no one noticed. 3. Could I time it to win the prize for breeding closest to the stoke of midnight? After a half hour I was convinced, Ashley would be my victim for conversion. I wasn’t usually drawn to twinks, especially twinks with such a feminine character. But Ben his boyfriend was just so fuckin cute, not to mention my admiration for his spunk and determination to change his partner/lover’s mind. If I knocked Ashley up there was no doubt Ben would be knocked up with my Poz DNA strain. How hot would that be! By the end of the next half our Ali was in my crosshairs! Cubs are my favorite turn on. Their hairy bodies and young age just get me so fuckin horny. That this top started the game as a virgin and if I succeeded would be knocked up on his first night out of the gay sex gate was the icing on the cake. The MC was correct, a virgin gay man at 24 was almost impossible to believe, but such a cute sexy, inocent face couldn’t lie. Besides I had been the first cock he’d ever sucked, again hard to believe because he’d been such a natural, why not follow that up with being the first toxic load he was bound to chock up now that he had burst through the active sex gate with such abandon? Each half hour or so I found myself totally changing my mind. By quarter past eleven I was more confused than ever and wishing I could just knock all of them up. How was I going to make my decision? At least by holding off fucking any of them my heavy makeup camouflaging my biohazard tattoo had not been disturbed. With half an eye to the crowd I was pretty certain no one had cottoned onto my strategy. Felix thoughts: My asses’ years of professional experience was working well in my favour. I was taking three loads to one bred into the twink. It wasn’t quite two to one with the cub, but at least by my count I was ahead of him at 11 p.m.. I just had to keep up with his popularity for one more hour. My bloody ass hurt more and more all the time but being a pro I knew I could ride through the discomfort. Besides there was the odd cock and breeding that were pure perfection. Most of the guys finished in me and took advantage of my willingness to accept ass to mouth. I was ravenous for the salty metallic taste of my ass juice, blood and the soup of cum I was cleaning off each spent cock. But that said, not all were spent, a couple guys fucked and bred me twice, and one guy was already up to spewing his third load into me. All in all, I was having a great time! Ashley’s thoughts: Why the fuck did I allow Ben to talk me into this? We were only ¾ of an hour into the game and already my ass was on fire despite the copious amount of lube I demanded. I had only received two loads, and although it was impossible I was sure they were both toxic. The two guys that had been in my ass were not trolls, but neither were they guys I would choose to have fucking let alone breeding me. This third guy was total troll, ugly face, ugly huge pot belly, pasty pale complexion; and he certainly didn’t know how to fuck worth a tinkers damn. Why was he lasting so fuckin long? Please god, or Stan, or whoever, don’t let him try to stay in me until the stroke of midnight. That’s when he finally did blast off in me. He pulled out and moved from my ass to my mouth. It was all I could do to keep from vomiting on the piece of meat in my mouth. Meanwhile my ass was filled by another mediocre dad bod. I may have pulled the first straw for sling. My luck wasn’t lasting for men and loads. Ben wasn’t picking up on my discontent; he just kept cheering me on. Ali’s thoughts: My heart was soaring, my body was full of pleasure and joy, and my brain was full of gratitude to Allah for giving me this unique calling. Why had I avoided it for so long? But then the holy scrips assured us that most saints took a long time to relent and accept their unique gift of service. I could picture the volume of cum growing in my gut and thanked each contributor as he withdrew from my sacred cavity. When I noticed the sex worker, Felix?, cleaning cocks after, I began to offer similar service to my stallions. Oh yeah, SUCING COCK! What a unique and special experience. When the second cock was fucking me, a handsome middle-aged man placed his big cock by my mouth. At first, I didn’t take the clue. I just drank in the beauty of his organ with my eyes. Then a pearly drop appeared at his slit and my tongue instinctively licked it off. It tasted wonderful, and the head felt so wonderfully firm yet spongy that my lips just wrapped around. His hand was firmly planted on the top of my head and he pushed till my head moved forward and his erection slid smoothly down my throat. It felt as amazing as the raw cock pushing into my ass. When it was passing my tonsils, I feared I would gag and wretch, yet again instinctively I just opened my throat and welcomed this magnificent tool deeper into my esophagus. After three or four equally deep thrusts he pulled out of my mouth saying he needed to stop before I ‘brought him over the edge.’ I quickly learned with the next face fucking cock what he meant. After about ten deep thrusts my mouth started filling with the most wonderful sticky sensation and taste. I didn’t know what else to do but swallow. Soon the man was yanking his cock from my mouth complaining it was too sensitive as I tried to keep him from leaving so I could suck out every drop. By the 11 p.m. signal I had gulped down three more loads of cum. I was so engaged and having such a good time that Allah’s calling for me to accept the HIV infection totally escaped my thinking. I was just so grateful to be given such pleasurable holy work. I wasn’t even focused on giving my parents and religious teacher my middle finger, I was fully focused in the moment and the anticipation of more cum whether in my mouth or ass.

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I screwed up guys, sorry. The second mare in the last chapter is Felix. That's what I get for writing so late at night! I'll keep that sorted out better for the rest of the story. Apologies!🥴

GAME ON (Part V) First breedings Character Review Alejandro; the only one of 15 stallions that is toxic Poz. HIV poz, non-medicated with high viral load. String of confirmed pozzed and stealthed bottoms notched on his belt. Competing for 1% of video sales profits and hoping for gateway into the porn industry Felex; Felix Maritaud’s (Star of Savage) doppelganger. Homeless gay sex worker, PreP free Mare Competing for $20,000 prize, and bred closest to stroke of midnight. He’s also hoping this could be a gateway into the porn industry. Ashley: About 20-year-old twink, with a twink partner/lover, taking PreP Mare, competing for bred closest to midnight. Lost his virginity at 18 with four men breeding him in local park woods. Ali: 24-year-old Virgin Iranian cub, PreP free Mare competing for $20,000 prize, and bred closest to the stroke of midnight. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ Rob, MC for the New Year’s Eve event at Steamworks Well, the big event arrived and the bathhouse had pulled out all the stops. The walls of three rooms adjacent to the workout room had been removed and the workout equipment stored. Three slings were hung at equal distance in the middle of the event space providing lots of room for stallions, judges and observers to gather around. The rest of the bathhouse space was cordoned off and out of bounds. The judges had studied the rules and confirmed suitability of each contestant. MC notes were prepared; the lighting and sound system were set and tested. The clock was ticking away on the old year, and it was time to begin. The lights dimmed as I stepped to my podium, and the spotlight followed trained on me. “Ladies … don’t laugh, some of you gathered are honoured drama queens … and gentleman. Queer’s and sluts, I suppose is most fitting. Welcome to our first annual Horse Market competition. That’s right, Cummunion and Steamworks hope to make this an annual event. PRIDE Studios were so excited by the idea that they agreed to film and edit this event. 15 hunky stallions have signed up, and one of these men is hoping to earn 1% of the profits from the video you are all performing in this evening. He is the only toxic poz breeder in our ‘stable’, and he wins his prize if within three weeks of this event the one mare that he breeds gets knocked up with HIV. That’s right guys, in tonight’s proceedings the judges will be watching him closely to make sure he only breeds one of the three vulnerable mare contestants. (A murmur goes through the audience.) You heard me correctly, you had probably heard the rumor that one of our mares was to be protected by PreP, therefore safe from the toxic load should he receive it. That was his plan when he registered, but he changed his application in time to qualify, so all three mares are in the running for the $20,0000 prize should they get knocked up here tonight right in front of your very eyes. (Cheers and applause) You all know the rules you signed to follow, so without further delay let’s bring on our 15 stallions! (Uproarious cheers and applause as 15 men of a wide assortment of body types clad only in a variety of jock straps run into the centre of the performance now lit with a couple new spotlights. When they are all assembled in one line they take a deep bow to the audience. The MC waits for the mayhem to quiet down.) “Thank you everyone, thanks for your applause. Don’t worry, shortly after midnight the toxic poz stud among this fine assortment of men will be revealed.” “Now I will introduce your brave mare’s one at a time. Please hold your applause until their judge indicates they have been strapped into their assigned sling. They drew straws to determine their order of appearance.” (The stallions had moved to the back wall and lights came up on the first sling. The MC left a dramatic silence. …) “Contestant number one’s name sounds like a girl, but I can assure you he is 100% horny gay male twink, and he’s going to address you before he’s helped into his sling. Ashley, come on out.” (Ashley makes his way to the podium with only a bathhouse towel wrapped around his middle. Soft applause ensues.) MC; “Thanks guys, but please remember to hold your applause. Ashley?” Ashley: ”I’m the mare that changed his application. I was going to do this even on PreP. But my boy friend Ben, his name should be Badger, hounded me to change my mind. We had planned to open our relationship and go on PreP after I had a slip and cheated on him. ( A mix of boos and cheers, with the MC stepping in to hush the crowd.) But he entered me in this thing and refused to let us sign up for daily PreP medication. He assured me that PreP on demand would suit us fine. I don’t fully understand how the damn stuff works, but as I said, Ben is persuasive. Three weeks ago, when I came for the first blood test and they saw I was negative, but there was no PreP in my system they said I would be disqualified, which suited me fine. But not Ben. They assured us that if I changed my status in the competition to unprotected mare I could stay in. They gave us overnight to decide. I was adamantly against going forward. Ben took me out to dinner and got me quite drunk. When we got home, we shared an entire bottle of red wine before a drunken fuck. He kept persuading me he’s a chaser, loves me to pieces and wants me to be the one to knock him up. Yeah, yeah yeah, yaddi, yaddi, yadda, and her I am, I relented to shut him up. I do love you Ben. (Awwww! Throughout the crowd. Ashley moves to his sling, drops his towel and is quickly secured into his sling. The crowd applauds) MC: “Some of you may recognize contestant two from his corner near the 511 where he sells his wares; One of Toronto’s finest gay sex workers, Felix! (Fe;ix runs to his sling stark naked with a raging hard on leading his way. He takes a deep bow before getting strapped in.) MC: “Now you’ll find this hard to believe, but how could this cute cub be lying with that innocent looking face. This mare is a virgin. He swears he’s never even sucked a man’s cock. (The crowd murmurs) The first stallion to mount him will be spoiling his virgin cherry ass. Watch these stallions rush for that chance, camera men be sure to capture that special moment. Of Iranian decent, raised in Briton, 24-year-old Ali. (Ali makes his way to the last sling wearing a black jock strap and is strapped in for the final round of applause.) MC: “Stallions it’s time to get rid of your jock straps! It’s GAME ON! Let the fucking begin. Remember to save an orgasm for the stroke of midnight” Ali’s thoughts: ‘My heart was racing and my tongue was dryer than the desert. But I was now in the sling and I hadn’t thrown up. I had the first time I used a dildo on my hole; I chose an eight inch fairly thick one knowing I could have to deal with some monster cocks in this competition. When the game started, I was swarmed by maybe a dozen guys all fighting to be 1st get at my virgin hole. I could have been, should have been, but wasn’t prepared for this. The judge assigned to me did his best to calm the fight and a tall handsome muscular guy in his mid thirties had managed the best position. A camara man pushed through the crowd first focusing on my face (Full of terror) then moving down to capture ‘the main event’. A jar of coconut oil appeared, and a generous portion was fingered and pushed into my hole. Only then did I see my stallion’s huge erection. Ten solid inches, thick as my dildo, and straight as an arrow. The spongy head was soon pushing at my virginity. I couldn’t take my terrified eyes off it thinking ‘Allah, this is going to rip me apart’. My stallion sensing my fear bent over and kissed me square on the lips. It was so disarming to enjoy my first kiss from a man that my body began to relax. When he stood, he motioned for me to keep my eyes on his strong but compassionate gaze. Someone on my left got close to my ear and gently coached me to breath deep and push my ass out. I concentrated on the warm deep dark brown eyes, my breath and pushed thinking this must be what it’s like to birth a baby. Very soon a burning pain ripped through my ass. If my hands hadn’t been strapped down, I would have pushed the brute away. The voice in my left ear assured, “His head is through, just keep breathing and try to relax through the pain.” The strong face held my gaze and supply nodded. The voice on my left, “Let him in, it will feel better soon, I promise.” Eye’s wide open I silently prayed to Allah, ‘If this be your will then I offer my body wholly and completely, use me as your sacred instrument.” Magically he moved deeper into me, and I soon felt his balls resting on my taint. The voice on my left again “Fuck yeah, you did it, that’s it, he’s all the way in, you’re a natural.” The stallion was nodding his head with great please and then he spoke; “I’ve claimed your cherry Ali, you are no longer a virgin.” I couldn’t believe I was hearing my own voice; “You may have claimed my cherry, but I’m a virgin until you fill me with your cum.” The crowd went wild. And so did my stallion pounding into me harder and faster with every fuck stroke. I didn’t even notice the moment when the pain and fear totally subsided, but I did notice my eye’s roll into the back of my head and my body flood with a power and pleasure I had never even dreamed was possible. It was time to pray again, ‘Thank you Allah for letting me be your servant.” I don’t know how long the ecstatic pounding lasted but I did notice the stallion struggling to get his breath. Then it was his turn for his eyes to roll back, and I felt a warmness filling me deep inside. It was as if every muscle in this strong stallion was convulsing over and over, and over and over again. Then he collapsed on top of me and kissed my neck, then he began to suck on my neck, and then sucked even harder until it hurt. I began to wonder if Allah had given my body over to a vampire. His voice emerged harsh and raspy; “You are now no longer a virgin; I’ve marked you inside and out.” The voice to my left; “He gave you a big hicky!” I was unbelieving; “But did he breed me?” The voice: “Oh yeah son, he fuckin bred you deep. You’ve scored your first load of the evening.” The stallion pulled out and I felt so empty for a split second. My second raw cock was already deep inside me and wasted no time in plunging into a vigorous fuck!’ Felix's thoughts; ‘I had always loved putting on a sex show and this being centre stage was amazing. It was only slightly distracting that the cub was getting the most attention, but I didn’t give it much thought. The night was young and I knew I was very gifted at my trade. My first stallion had an ugly face and big pot belly, but I never let appearances affect the service and pleasure I was hired to provide. The important thing was his cock. It was not that long, but it was incredibly thick, in fact thicker than a beer can. When he asked around for lube I lied and told him I had pre lubed. I encouraged him to drive it home. He didn’t need encouragement. He plunged into the hilt in one motion which knocked the air out of me. My ass hurt like fuckin hell, but I knew he’d torn me apart and that he had fulfilled my goal. There would be plenty of time later to transcend into the pleasure of the many fucks to come. I focused on milking his raw cock with my asses professional expertise and was rewarded quickly with the first breeding of the three guys in the competition. My ass was now filled with my lube of choice. The next dad bod cock was in me as soon as the big, bellied troll pulled out.’ Ashley’s thoughts: ‘The first stallion at my hole was a tall skinny albino with a eight inch downward curved man tool. His vein’s bulged all over his body and I was convinced he must be the toxic poz stallion. I was instantly furious with Ben. How could I have let him trick me into getting knocked up? I caught his eye in the crowd, and he had clearly put the pieces together and come to the same conclusion as me. Difference was he was jubilant and sharing his good news with the observers around him. Rather than asking for lube the albino took time to eat out my ass and lube me with his spit. The pleasure of his hot lips and tongue shifted my focus. I began to think, ‘this is amazing I really don’t want it to stop’. But when I heard the troll unload in the guy beside me, I cried, “Just fuck me already.” He wasn’t going to be rushed and kept up his oral ministrations on my ass. Finally, he stood and that magnificent tool snaked into my guts. It had a way of just brushing past my prostate that had me horny as hell in no time. He laid on a great fuck that had me oblivious to the conclusion I had reached about his status. He fucked me for what seemed like the longest time and when I heard the crowd congratulating the cub on loosing his virginity and taking his first load, I blasted off a hands-free ejaculation. Not even my ass contractions brought this tall, long cocked stallion off. It wasn’t until after the sex worker had taken his third breeding that my albino stallion announced he was ready to cum. Oblivious to his status I begged with a loud voice; “Fucking breed me deep man, breed me already.” As his convulsions rocked my body I could here Ben in the crowd cheering. “Knock my man up. Yeah, knock him up!”

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GAME ON (part IV) Ali I can’t believe how stumbling upon the New Years Eve Horse Market competition has throne me off balance. I should be able to ignore it. But, once seen, I couldn’t unsee it. It’s like the words burned a permanent and persistent image in my brain, especially the $20,000 prize. It sounds like a lot of money, but to risk carrying the virus for the rest of your life, let alone risking you might be one of the unlucky sods that the meds don’t work for. It’s insane to consider being an at-risk mare in such a game, and yet, register I did. Furthermore, my application was accepted! I’ve been tested daily for two weeks, and the event is only one week away. Every day they take a sample of my blood and check it for HIV and the presence of PreP, a trace of either would get me disqualified But I can’t get disqualified. See, I’ve never taken PreP in my life, and I’ve never even been fucked, bareback, or with a condom. In fact, I’ve never even sucked a cock. I know it’s hard to believe that I could be 24 and never had any sexual experience, but it’s true. Oh I have shamefully jerking off to porn; but, I’ve never been with a man or a woman. Not that I would ever consider sex with a woman. Straight porn and a woman’s anatomy are gorse. I guess you need some background. My strict fundamentalist Muslim parents named me but clearly had no understanding of the meaning of my name; Exalted, noble, and sublime. They treated me like dirt. They were so disappointed I was their only progeny, especially after so many miscarriages. They felt cursed by Allah and made sure I knew I was equally and exponentially more cursed. I fled home in Brittan at the age of sixteen. I was a stowaway on a cargo ship destined for Montreal Canada. Miraculously I was not caught. I hiked and hitch-hiked my way to Toronto where I’ve been ever since. I took every menial job I could find working my way up to a waiter in a very expensive and prestigious restaurant. The tips I make are very fitting to the meaning of my name. I know my looks and people pleasing manner contribute to my success. I speak with a delightful combination to Farcy and British accent, at least that’s what people constantly tell me. I’m five foot, 10 Inches in a compact, muscular, cub body. I’ve avoided sex for many years by daily running, rowing and lifting weights. Dark hair covers my arms, chest, back and legs. I keep my thick hair and beard short cropped and I’m told that my dimples when I smile make my face adorable. It’s not unusual for people to admire my arm hair and ask me to unbutton my shirt to get a better view of the hair peeking out at my throat. I always comply and their hands inevitably reach inside to caress my well-developed pecs. Whenever this happens, I fit in an extra long run or workout. I avoid the gay village like the plague. If I mistakenly get close to it, I’m always hit on by one or many men whose lustful looks fill me with dread and shame. More accurately the stirring those looks create in my loins fills me with dread and shame. The holy teachings I grew up with forbade fornication, and fornication between men was punishable by death. That’s why Allah sent AIDS. I might have found the courage to run away from home and my hateful parents, but I couldn’t muster the self will to deny these incredibly restrictive religious teachings. That is until I saw the Horse Market advertisement. I knew it was pure, unadulterated evil, but it got a hook caught in me that nothing I tried could dislodge. I found a fortune teller and totally out of character and against my religion I went to her. She had me draw three cards from her deck. She told me the first card represented my past. She accurately described the dark hateful atmosphere of my childhood home and religion and the desperate loneliness of my current life. The second card was my present. Reading it from left to right she explained the dagger meant I needed to give my middle finger to my past and whatever was holding me back from the new life symbolized by the gorgeous sunrise on the right side of the card. The third card represented my future. It was filled with dozens of naked men’s bodies entwined in a hedonistic orgy. With a smile and gentle earnestness, she asked if I was gay. When I looked at the floor in shame she coaxed me, “You must give that shame the finger. Tell the shame and anyone that planted it in you to fuck off, let you live your life, the sacred, noble, exalted, sublime life Allah gifted you with in your soul.” I wept as she held me to her breast. When all the grief, pain and fear had finally released I pulled up the advertisement on my phone. She carefully read it before she said, “No one can tell you what to do my son. You must find the courage to trust your own intuition which will lead you down your unique path. Only you can know what’s right for you.” Then she paused and held my gaze with deep compassion. “But, let me say one more thing.” She broke into a big grin, “This event sounds fucking awesome!” We both laughed until tears ran down our cheeks and our bellies hurt. I floated home to my meager room, I had never felt so lite and full of confidence. I sent in my registration/application that night. I was terrified when I got word back that I was accepted as a mare competing to get knocked up with HIV. But what better way to give my parents and religious teachers the middle finger than to dive in the deep end of gay sex with maximum risk!

Ours were eight shower spigot in one open room. I was a skinny short nerd when I first had to use it in grade 9, and by grade 11 a tall skinnier nerd +. I hated using those showers and avoided them every time I could. Sneaking in and out of my gym gear in the change room was bad enough. It would take years for me to get excited to use a public shower with other guys. I'm now a fairly comfortable nudist.

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