PozzedRebel

from my personal POZ archives =============================================================== I got to the Baths around 5 p.m. and started breeding almost immediately. I lost track of how many, but I know I shot at least half a dozen Loads, including a couple in a Bottom who was one of my regulars. They were all hot Fucks, but the last one was an almost spiritual exercise. That would never have happened a month ago, but I've become addicted to Gifting. Now I'm a Man on a Mission. It was almost 3 a.m.; and I was dead tired, but determined to spew my Venom into one more Pussy. After several passes through the corridors and Maze, I found my Mark. He was on hands and knees in his room, Butt in the air, Lube on the mattress, and no Condoms in sight. I invited myself in and fingered his Hole. It was dry. I would be his first Load of the night. I love shoving my Dick into a Butt full of Jizm—the World's Best Lube—but being first gave me the chance to stretch and tear his Hole so that my POZ Bug could work it wonders. Absolutely Awesome! Before I could mount his Ass, though, Mark moved his hot wet mouth to my huge Pig Nips and began sucking and chewing. Fuckin' Fabulous! Most guys go right for the Dick, but my Nips are even more sensitive than my Cock, and getting them pulled and twisted gets me even harder. After a bit I pulled up his head and pushed my tongue into his tonsils. We frenched like there was no tomorrow. The Chemistry was there, and I knew this was going to be ONE REALLY GREAT FUCK—one which would make it easier for me to Honor My Commitment. Mark was a white lad, early 20s, slim and lightly muscled—no Twink, but close to it, who was gonna get a Load of Daddy's POZ Jizm. I'm 41, Latino, 5'10", almost 190 pounds of solid muscle, and a PURPOSELY POZZED NEG who was about to REPLICATE THE RITUAL. "Oh fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! I need your fucking Dick SOOOOO BAD!" I flipped him over and hoisted his slender, shaven legs to my shoulders and my Dick was drooling Slime on his Pussy when the goddamned Mark whipped out a Condom. Fuckin' Tease! Had it been earlier, I would have stormed out of there in pursuit of other Prey, but late as it was, I didn't want to take the chance of cummin' up with nothin'. So in one fell swoop I shoved my bare Dick up to the Pubes in Mark's Rectum. His looseness and my ease of penetration convinced me the Queen had been around the block before and whetted my appetite to put him out of his misery. As the element of surprise succumbed to the discomfiture of unlubed Coitus, I suspected Mark had gleaned my motivation—the way he struggled. It took all of my strength to pin him down. He tried to push me off, but I proved by far the stronger. "Sorry, Fucker. I don't do Rubbers." I held him tight as his Hole ripped and tore before my rapacious Onslaught. "BAREBACK ONLY!" He grunted and tried to push me off with his legs. "C'mon, Bitch, you know you want it! A minute ago you were begging me to screw you! You know you fuckin' need it!" But, clearly, he was having second thoughts , so I tried to be more tactful. "Come on, Baby. Take Daddy's Dick. You know you want It. You got a real sweet Pussy there, and Daddy wants to make both of us feel good." A little flattery—and Mark was babbling like a baby. "Oh God, Daddy, I need your Cock in me so bad! Please fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!" Mark worked my Nips moaning like a Bitch in Heat. My Dick was rock hard, partly due to the unlubed friction of his Hole, but mainly because I'd contemplated POZZING his Dumb Ass. The guy was NEG--or thought he was—if he wanted me to use a Rubber. I strove harder to remove all doubt as to what happens to a fuckin' horny Bareback Bottom at the Tubs. "I'm gonna seed your Pussy, Boy, know that? You're gonna get Daddy's Charged Cum deep in your Ass. That's what you really want, don't you, you fuckin' Bitch? You want Daddy to seed and breed you like the fuckin' Little Whore you are." "Oh yeah, Daddy! That's what I want! I want you to fuck me! But please, Daddy, PULL OUT before you Cum. P-U-L-E-A-S-E !" Fucking Little Fool! Was he for real? Did he really think I'd pass up the opportunity to POZ his stinkin' Butt? Long as I live, I'll never understand these simple-minded Faggots who think they can bareback night after night and stay NEG. "Sorry, Fucker. I don't do Rubbers, and I don't pull out. You're getting Daddy's Dick and Load, just like you deserve It. Get ready, Boy, cause I'm gonna breed your Ass!" He just kept moaning and pushing up to meet my thrusts. "HERE IT CUMS, QUEER BOY! Here Cums Daddy's Creamy Seed infiltratin' your NEG Pussy! Goddamn, yeah, Motherfucker! I'm spraying my Stud Juice deep up your Hole, R-I-G-H-T T-H-I-S M-O-M-E-N-T !" Walking around almost an hour before I met this Kid, obsessing about this very special moment, I'd worked up a helluva Charged Load. I juiced the whole inside of his Pussy with POZ Seed, so much so my Balls spasmed over and over and I thought I'd never stop shooting. I shoved my tongue deep down his throat and thrust my hips against his fragile body, intent on planting so much goddamned Virus in his Gut he'd taste It in his Gullet. I kissed him passionately, telling how good he felt, determined to massage my Venom into his Ass Walls and from there into his Capillaries. "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, Oh, Daddy," he kept chanting, too shocked or awed, or maybe both, to do anything but lie there and take It as the devastation of his Stupid Faggot Body commenced. I couldn't remember when I'd experienced such an Orgasm, but it was past; and suddenly I wanted out of there in the worst way, and the Mark I'd just bred seemed SOOOOO REPULSIVE. I wondered if he'd Cum, but then I realized I didn't give a Shit.

from my POZ archives ============================================================== Until the last time I attended IML (International Mr. Leather) Contest in Chicago, I'd never experienced such an awesome assemblage of sexually charged men. I had taken my leather gear with me and intended to add to my wardrobe while I was there. I hadn’t really thought about going out Saturday night and what I'd wear. I was still tripping from the night before and ended up in my bar vest, shorts, boots, white socks, and collar. I stuffed my blue and yellow hankies into my back pocket, should anyone be interested. I got started late that evening, lost track of my buds along the way, and headed to the Cell Block to see what was going down. The back room was crowded, and it didn’t take me long to get to sucking. The guy was average, but he clearly needed to lose his Load; and it wasn’t long before his salty Nectar was trickling down my throat. The guy next to him was jerking off. I wrapped my hot lips about his Meat and milked his Cream. I was surprised at how crowded the john was. Behind the door is a ledge that guys sit on. A dude in army fatigues beckoned me over, unzipped, and begged me to put my Pecker in his pants. My pleasure! Before long my hot stream of golden Piss cascaded over his Cock and Balls, drenching the insides of combat boots. Guy-2 saw what was going down and approached us. He started rubbing my Butt Cheeks, found the 2-way zipper on my shorts, and pulled them down. He probed my Ass Crack, while, with his other mitt, he beat off furiously. As I finished pissing, the Pissee shoved his Poppers under my nose I felt light-headed. He pushed me down on his throbbing Cock, and I opened up to take his Manmeat. I could taste my Piss on him and lapped It off his Shaft and Balls, savoring each drop of Golden Juice. He undid his fatigues and dropped them to his ankles. I used my tongue to rinse his well developed thighs of Piss. Another hit of Poppers and the Pissee twirled around, exposing his Ass Cheeks to me. Guy-2 stopped fingering my Ass and massaged his hard, wet Shaft against my Hole. I'd been overdoing it of late—plain and simple just couldn't get enough—and hadn’t realized how sore I’d become from all the Fucking. Yet I prayed he'd violate my Mancunt. As I pushed back, my prayer was answered. He plowed into my Innards. I almost passed out from pain, but someone's Poppers rescued me. Guy-2’s clammy, steel hands gripped me about the waist and hung on for dear life. I was trapped between Heaven and Hell—the pain was excruciating—yet Guy-2’s fat Cock aroused me, and I resumed rimming the Pissee with gusto. As my tongue darted in and out of his Hole I tasted Sweet-and-Salty. The more I lapped, the more distinct the taste became. Don't know how many Loads I felched; but I vowed not to let a single drop of Jizm go to waste. So I ate out every drop of Cum that Pig had taken and bathed my face and his Ass Cheeks in his Creamy Spooge. As I licked at the last remaining drops of Jizm from the Pissee's Ass, Guy-2 pumped Poison Jizm up my Ass. When he pulled out, the Pissee spun me around and rammed his Cock inside of me, long enough to thrust a few, before he also lost it and more ropes of Noxious Seed invaded my bruised and battered Pussy. It was only then that I noticed the Biohazard Tat on Guy-2’s shoulder. So enthralled was I with getting screwed, it never occurred to me to question Status. I've never intentionally played unsafe—lax maybe—but not unsafe. But there I sat with two potentially POZ Loads in me. Too late to worry, my fate was sealed.

~ a story from my POZ Archives. Enjoy! ============================================================== Bobby's Story 18 year old Bobby was a Pig Slut. Many of the straight boys at school used Bobby as a female surrogate. Then the there were the local tearoom Queers. And fully a quarter of the neighborhood married dudes found Bobby's Butt a very succulent alternative to wifey. Bobby prided himself, despite six years of almost daily high-risk sex, on his disease-free Status, never having contracted anything worse than the Clap. He was also an avid newspaper reader—at least the headlines. More and more he begin to notice stories about HIV and AIDS and took them personally. Bobby began to obsess about the disease. As fate would have it, being susceptible to youthful extremes, Bobby made a total turnabout from Raw Sex to Safe Sex to, ultimately, No Sex at All. But Bobby's cupidity could not be entirely suppressed. He needed a SAFE outlet; and found it—on an IRC Webcam Site He loved performing for an international audience that reached halfway round the globe. And Bobby's fans were avaricious. Men two and three times his age came to enjoy his buzzed blonde hair, his rippled teen stomach, his almost seven-inch, cut Dick, and his tight, bubble Butt—a feast of young teen male flesh, live and in-person, an almost unparalleled freebie on the Net. For the first weeks, Bobby, clad only in his white Tee and briefs, strived to maintain his anonymity—being very careful to show nothing of himself from the chest up. Fearful of promoting High Risk Sex, or more ominously, stimulating himself, he was reluctant to do more than play with his Cock. As his audience watched, Bobby would massage his Dick through his briefs, and when the salacious comments that flashed across the screen grew libidinous enough, Bobby would pull It out and give his protagonists a good look-see. But as his audience grew larger and the kudos more verbose, Bobby threw caution to the wind. Promptly, at nine P.M. Bobby would switch on his computer (making sure his Webcam was properly adjusted), and sign onto the Net to give the audience in Chat Room 3 his usual show. Big Cocks, little Cocks, fat Cocks, thin Cocks, Cocks all over the world shot Spooge, as the pleas and comments of his audience scrolled across the screen. "Show us your tits," one would say. "That's nice," came the reply, when Bobby pulled up his Tee—a screen full of Tit to be seen by all. "Raise your arms," one would request, and Bobby would allow the Webcam to pan the smooth expanse of his Pits. So it went, and the requests and exhortations continued until Bobby did his usual strip tease and was totally naked. "Let's see your Asshole," someone would ask; and Bobby would bend over, reveal his Crack, and give the world a shot of his well-used pink Pussy. "Show us your Cock," another would beseech him; and Bobby would position himself so the Webcam got a shot of his Rod, which seemed to perpetually ooze Precum—for Bobby was by nature highly sexed. In the beginning, Bobby was reluctant to comply with the more bizarre requests. "Finger your Hole." "Can you suck your Cock?" "Let's see you eat your Cum." But since Bobby already did all those things in private, it took very little admonishment for him to do so before his anonymous audience. After all, what was the harm in a little playful exploration of one's own body if the consequence was pleasuring a thousand Gay voyeurs. So it was that Bobby would strip, play with his Privates, and finger his Hole as he beat himself off to a Cum-gushing Climax. Of course Bobby's wasn't the only Orgasm on those occasions. Many a Load shot all over the world as ropes of Jizm bespeckled Bobby's rippled stomach and his fingers splayed to wipe up the Cream for human consumption. Yes, it was a popular show—so popular, in fact, that Chat Room quickly filled up before Bobby even began to strip. Needless to say, competition to get into the Chat Room was furious and frantic. For Bobby it became a Ritual. Of course, Bobby had no way of knowing that Evil lurked on the other side of his computer screen. He could not have guessed that two POZ guys who watched him had aspirations far beyond mere observation. Had he suspected, his performances would have terminated abruptly. But such was not the case. ********************************************************************************************* It happened so suddenly, as Bobby was on his way home from school one Friday. One minute he was jaunting happily down the sidewalk thinking about that night's performance; the next, there was total darkness. As he regained consciousness, Bobby became aware of voices, though he was still too groggy to comprehend. As his eyes began to focus and his senses started functioning, he saw two tall dudes standing over him. He was nude, lying on a bed, with his hands tied behind his back and his feet loosely tethered to the bedposts. "Looks like he's comin' round," one said. "Yeah, sure do," agreed the other. "Lemme go!" Bobby protested, struggling with his bindings. But the aftereffect of the chloroform was enough to prohibit any serious maneuvers. "You got the gun?" one of the men asked. "All set to go." "You guys are going to get in a lot of trouble for this!" Bobby whined timorously, prompting the men to chuckle. "Boy, we seen plenty of trouble already. This ain't nothin' to us," one of the dudes replied. "Now, you gonna be a good boy, or we gonna do this the hard way?" Tyrone asked, approaching the bed. "Get away from me! Lemme alone!" Bobby hollered, wiggling across the bed. Yet, all he could do, once he had inched over, was fall haplessly to the floor, like a trapped animal. "Get your ass up, Motherfucker!" Leroy demanded. "Think he might need some persuading, Leroy?" queried the other, reaching toward the table behind him. He picked up a black plastic object and tossed it to his companion. "I said get your motherfuckin' ass up!" Leroy commanded, jamming the Stun Gun up against Bobby's hip and pulling the trigger. "Oh God! Owwwww!" Bobby cried out, as he writhed on the floor. Jolted by the voltage that emanated from the cattle-prod-like device, never in his entire life had he felt such horrible pain.. "Get your sorry ass up!" Leroy reiterated, jamming the weapon up against Bobby's Balls and pulling the trigger. Bobby shrieked with pain, convulsing from what felt like molten lava burning his Balls to his Shaft. "Please no more!" Bobby struggled to get on his knees. "That's better," Leroy grinned. "Wanna break the news to him, Tyrone, or should I?" "Lay it out for him, Leroy," "Well ya see man, this is how it is. Been a long time since we had us a good Piece of Ass. Tyrone and me had a lot of time on our hands while we was locked up. Used to watch ya every night, least as often as you was on. "We saw ya playin' with yerself night after night. But ya wuz always alone. One day I says to Tyrone, 'Ya know, that Boy needs a Man.' "And then and there we vowed that if ya wuz still lettin' Cum run down yer leg by the time we got out, we'd pay ya a visit. An' I tell ya, Boy, you even look even better in person than on the Net." "Please! Wait!" Bobby stalled, thinking fast, conjuring up his own worst nightmare. "You don't understand. I got HIV. Doc says if I have sex with anyone, that guy stands a chance of gettin' it, too That's the real reason I'm always alone." "Perfek!" Leroy exclaimed. "We're POZ too!" Bobby blanched at being so close to someone who actually had the BUG. "No! Please let me go! I won't tell anyone!" Bobby pleaded. "You can betcher boots yer teen Pussy's gonna cum outta this secondhand Manmeat. Last Bambino we broke in turned out to be fodder fer the whole Slammer. Worked out best fer him, too. All that SEX turned him 'gainst thievin' ferever. Found hisself a more cumfortable way to make a living." "No way! I ain't screwin' with HIV Dick for nothin'. I'd rather be dead!" "YA AIN'T GOT NO CHOICE! An' if ya don't start playin' ball, yer gonna wish you was dead. I guarantee it." "SUCK IT!" Tyrone demanded, holding his uncircumcised limp Sausage just inches from Bobby's lips. "No!" Bobby responded, shaking his head from side to side. "I won't do it. You can kill me. I 'd rather die of AIDS." "We kin take care of that, too," Tyrone smirked, as he applied the Stun Gun to Bobby's Stomach, then his Nuts, then his Ass. Again the bedroom was filled with high-pitched shrieks and screams. Bobby writhed upon the floor. "FOR GOD'S SAKE, STOP IT! I'LL DO IT! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT!" "Betcher bottom dollar ya will," Tyrone confirmed, offering his thick Sausage to Bobby. Bobby struggled to get to his knees, looking at the foreboding toxic Fuck Stick Tyrone offered him. He wanted to gag at the thought of putting that Diseased Thing in his mouth. "Please, I really can't. I'm no good at Sucking," he pleaded, his voice trailing off, mesmerized as he was by Tyrone's Cock. 'God,' he thought to himself, 'It's been ages since I had One of Those.' Despite his phobia, recollecting the "Good Old Days," he began to salivate. "Suck it!" Tyrone persisted. Some say that good Cocksuckers are born, not made. Others say, that given enough practice, any guy can learn to suck Cock. It would have been difficult to disprove either premise by Bobby's subsequent performance—considering his years of experience complicated by his AIDS Phobia. It might not be too great a stretch of the imagination to profess that Bobby was sucking Cock before he was out of diapers. When he took the first few inches of Tyrone's diseased Shaft , he wanted to vomit. Yet, as Tyrone's AIDS Stick slid past his lips, Bobby, remembering his Carefree Days, found It less and less objectionable. It would have been merciful, but unrealistic to expect that mere Sucking would have sated his two Assailants, which is why Bobby found himself rebound as he was originally, awaiting the Inevitable. To no avail, Bobby begged and cajoled the Ex-Cons to free him, as they attached the spreader bar to his feet and cuffed his hands behind his back to the eyelets in the leather straps that restrained his ankles. However, two more Zaps of the Stun Gun turned Bobby into a quivering mass that could only whimper as they inserted a Ball Gag in his mouth.' "I need to get this Fucker warmed up!" Leroy exclaimed, the head of his toxic Tool just inches from Bobby's vulnerable Cunt. Whap! whap!" went Leroy's palm as he whacked Bobby's Ass. "Mmmfff! mmmff!" came Bobby's cries through the Ball Gag, in time with the Smacks on his crimson Butt. Tears streamed from his eyes as his Ass began to feel like it was afire. Yet had he known what was to follow, Bobby would gladly have exchanged that flagellation for the terror soon to cum. Momentarily, Bobby felt relief, as the lashes ceased to rain down on his Buttocks. But there followed stark fear, as Bobby felt something massive and spongy kiss his Butt. "Mmmm! mmmm!" Bobby moaned, shaking his head from side to side, as if that would prevent the Inevitable. "Please don't fuck me! Please don't give me AIDS" he mouthed, divulging his prime mortal fear." "Ain't up to us, Punk. We just provide the Raw Material. The rest is up to Mother Nature." "Here ya go, Boy. You gonna get a samplin' of ol' Leroy's famous Alabama Snake. Yer gonna luv It! 'Course ya gotta be careful. Some Snakes is poisonous an' some Snakes is not." "Mmmmmffffff!" Bobby exclaimed, as the felt the pressure build against his Ass Lips. "Cum on, Baby, loosen up. Let Leroy do ya right." A loud "WHAP" echoed off the bedroom walls, as Leroy whacked the Boy's Butt hard enough to knock the breath out of him. As the ex-Con anticipated, Bobby was distracted long enough that his Ass Lips momentarily relaxed. "Mmmmmm!" Bobby exhaled, as the wide head of Leroy's Fuck Stick popped into his Hole. "That's it, Baby. We is on the way!" Leroy gasped, as the luxuriant warmth of Bobby's Pussy massaged his Dick. "Mmmmmppppfff!" Bobby protested vehemently, shaking his head "No!" to what felt like a baseball bat in his Rectum and his fear of having the massive POZ Tool infect him. "Want more, Baby? Is that it?" "Mmmmmmmmmmm!" was Bobby's response, as Leroy shoved a good 4 inches of his thick meat up the Kid's Hole. Had it not been for the Ball Gag, Bobby's screams would have reverberated for blocks. Onward and inward, the massive Cock bored into Bobby, brutally ripping his Innards to accommodate Its girth. Never mind that tears flowed like rain from his eyes and sweat that poured from his brow. Leroy's humongous monster pressed inward until Bobby thought It must surely be directly under his navel. "Oh Baby. you are so TIGHT!" Leroy exclaimed, his Pubes resting against Bobby's Butt Cheeks. "Get ready for the ride of a lifetime. Leroy's gonna fuck you so bad!" The horny Assassin grabbed Bobby's hips with his ham-like hands. Had there been no Ball Gag, Bobby's girl-like squeals would have echoed throughout the entire building. Yet all that was heard was a loud muffled screech higher pitched than before. As Leroy's thick Sausage slithered in and out of his Rectum, Bobby's grunts and groans filled the room in sync with the Fucking. The Youth faded in and out of consciousness from Pain and his mortal fear of HIV. Then, much to Bobby's mortification, a tingling began to anesthetize the pain. . "Oh, Baby! I knew you'd be good!" Leroy exclaimed, as he felt the muscles in Bobby's Butt relax. "Well, would you look at that!" "He got a Boner?" Leroy asked. "Yup! He sure do!" In response, Leroy began to gyrate, befouling previously undefiled segments of Bobby's anal passage, eliciting more muffled shrieks from the Youth. "Oh, Baby! Yer my Bitch now!" Leroy exclaimed, picking up the pace so his groin smacked Bobby's Ass. Snot dripped from the traumatized Boy's nose, yet he uttered no further protest. Tears of humiliation and resignation steamed down his cheeks—for he knew that Leroy spoke the truth—he was his Bitch now! He'd forgotten how good a bareback Fuck felt. In fact, to the REGENERATE Bobby, that single Raw Screwing was worth the risk of HIV a thousand times over. His fear of AIDS resolved, nothing and no one could restrain his reborn promiscuity. So it should come as no surprise; that a muffled howl of delight escaped Bobby's lips when Leroy announced he was "Close." Nor should it startle you that Bobby shot his hot teen Spooge all over the bed sheets as Leroy depozited the Deadly Virus up his Ass, and that moments later, the Youth clamped around Tyrone's equally noxious Cock with POZ Jizm still dripping from his Cunt. Bobby'd been converted in body and soul, and his thirst for Cock would never be quenched until his dying day some twelve years hence. ********************************************************************************************* They say old habits die hard, and new ones only reinforce the old ones; and so it was, that one week later, the Internet audience watched as POZ teen Bobby, his phone number prominently displayed upon the screen, whacked himself to Climax while he fucked his Asshole with the biggest Dildo any of them had ever laid eyes on. Needless to say, it didn't take long for Bobby's phone to ring.

******PROLOGUE******************************* May 22nd, 1998—a day which will live in Infamy. I will never forget it! Memorial Day weekend. I had just came off a stint in the ER and had 3 days off. I had 85 hours until I had to be in uniform again. I headed to a bar to meet Bill. Bill was a nice guy, handsome, but just a friend. I knew he was Gay from the many passes he’d made at me. I always turned him down. I was a soldier, and Gay Sex was verboten. I know it bothered him that I kept saying “NO,” but I was not about to jeopardize my military career. I found him at our usual table. He had already bought me a drink and was waiting for me. He asked how long I’d be off work. I gave him the exact hours and minutes till I had to be back in hell. He glanced at his watch and chuckled. He asked my plans. “Gonna get drunk tonight and explore San Francisco the rest of the weekend. "Not meating anyone?" "Nope. This is my personal quality time." Bill smiled. “Right on." I sipped the Beam and Coke. "Ever take raw Cock up the Ass, Jack?" "Nope! Hope to someday, though…when I get out.” "Ever been fucked at all, Jack?" "Nope.” "So your Ass is still virgin then?" "You might say that, Bill.” I grew ill at ease with direction our conversation was taking and gulped down the rest of my drink. Bill, sensing my discomfiture, changed the subject to Leather. I had some interest in it; though I’d never bought any Leather gear. I had read about it, was familiar with the terminology, and knew Bill was into it big time. Suddenly I felt a little warm and woozy. Bill looked at me concerned. "You OK?" I nodded. “Just need a little fresh air.” We went outside and the wooziness got worse. I lit a cigarette. Bill was talking to me, but not in words. His voice was a deep drone. Woozy turned to dizzy, and I couldn't get the cigarette to my lips. I looked at Bill and then blanked out—nothing but black. When I awoke all I could see was a bright white light. "Oh shit! I’m dead!" Slowly I regained consciousness and noticed that the light was coming from a single spotlight. Out of the darkness came Bill’s voice. "The drug was timed, Pig! You should have never told me ‘No,’ Pig!" The bright light went off, and on came a black light. I wanted to give Bill the cussin’ of his life, but could not speak. There was a Ball Gag in my mouth. I tried to get up, but my arms and legs were bound. My eyes became accustomed to the gloom, and I looked around. I was in a Sling, totally naked, with limbs in leather restraints secured by chains. I saw 20 men, nude, and sporting hardons, getting sucked. They were dressed in Masters' Harnesses and Executioner Masks. At their feet were a dozen slaves wearing Leather Collars—the ones doing the sucking. A man in red leather pants, black shiny Jack Boots, a gold Master's Harness, and an Executioner's Mask was in charge. IT WAS BILL! He walked over to a large freezer and extracted what looked like a red Condom. "You will be a great Cum Pig Slave, a prized possession. This facilitates your Conversion—this Insemination! Don't worry. Your Ass is clean. You can thank your fellow Slaves for that." He took out of the Rubber what appeared to be a piece of white ice and shoved it up my Rectum. I flailed in protest and tried to scream, to no avail. A very large man walked up and began to pound his hard Shaft on my shriveled Balls. The Pigs or Slaves surrounded me. Their Masters crowded in behind them. In unison they bowed. Bill turned on some throbbing music, a couple of strobe lights, and bellowed for the Party to begin. The Masters shoved their Cocks into their Pigs and fucked them. I looked down in trepidation. A lone Master without a Slave shoved his bare Dick into my Pussy hard and deep. The pain took my breath away. I could feel my Mancunt getting torn up inside. "This Ass was cherry. I just popped it!" he averred, and pounded me as hard and deep as he could. I was filled with agony and dread. Tears streamed down my face as desperately I tried to extricate myself—bucking this way and that, but I was trapped. My bellicosity excited the huge Gunner all the more. His Dick began to swell. I knew what was cumming. He grunted and blasted a huge Load up my Ass! "I just knocked-up this Pig. I’ve bred him!" he bayed at the top of his lungs. The Master/Daddy still had his Cock in me. Bill came over and lowered the head end of the sling. "We don’t want to lose a drop of that hot Jizm. Do we, Jack?" The Daddy pulled out. "Welcome to the Family, Pig." What the Hell did he mean by that? What Family? Another Master shoved his slimy Cock deep into my bruised and cum-filled Hole. He pumped only a few hard strokes before he, too, blew his Load and flooded my insides with more raw Spooge. The Master/Daddies fucked the Slaves, and then used me as their Receptacle. Each of them filled my Hole with hot thick Cum. After they blew, each of them would holler, “NEXT!" The Pig-Slaves gave me a Cum-Bath. Load after Load—in me—on me. It seemed nonstop. I noticed that Bill never got undressed; and that after some of the Masters spooged in me, they would leave, and new Masters would cum in. My Ass hurt so bad, and I could tell from the blood on the Dicks emerging from my Pussy that I’d been traumatized. I lost track of the Loads in me. I drifted in and out of consciousness. When the Masters needed to piss, they did so on me. It was warm and erotic which only made me feel worse. I didn’t want to enjoy this. At times the frenzy of fucking would die down; but that only meant the current Master would fuck me long and hard. Then there was the occasional argument over who would breed me next, and two would double-fuck me. My Cunt was constantly overflowing with raw Spooge. Finally, I blacked out—for good! When I awoke, my arms and legs were free. I was still naked—Cum and Piss all over me. I was so weak and sore, it hurt to move. I gingerly reached down and massaged my Hole. Pink Cum meant only one thing. My Anus was stretched, a gaping Hole that wouldn’t soon shrink back to a normal size, if ever. I knew my Chute was saturated with raw Manseed. The Gag was gone, and I began to sob. Bill came down the stairs, helped me out of the Sling and to the shower. He got me something to eat and drink and brought me my clothes. I cleaned up and went upstairs to talk to him. "Why, Bill? Why?" "A Gay man needs to be himself. What you were doing was wrong, and you needed to be taught a lesson." “And what you and your goons did was right?” He shrugged. “We had no other choice.” On the wall was a blackboard, my name on it, and beside it maybe 100 hash-marks, representing, I supposed, the number of Loads I had taken. "Bill, you never fucked me." "No, Jack. I was the Host. Besides, I am NEG." "YOU’RE WHAT!?" "I am NEG, Jack. Every drop of Cum you took was POZ." Chills ran down my spine. "Why, Bill? Why?” I asked incredulously. He smirked. "Now you’re totally free, Jack. Now you can be a fucking Stud. No more restrictions." "But you’re still NEG." Bill drummed his fingers on the table. “A small sacrifice on my part for the benefit of Faggots like yourself. And I’m afraid I will be for a long time, Jackie Boy. I am the Master and no one fucks me." I vowed to change all that. **AFTERMATH**************************** I am a soldier, a medic; and I am patient. I went to my barracks, cleaned up, got into uniform, and reported to the Clinic. That afternoon in the ER, an opportunity presented itself. One of our AIDS patients came in with a wound that needed sutured. While cleaning up, I stuck myself with a (clean) needle and made the proper reports. That allowed me to retain military benefits should I get sick. The next evening I headed to the bar, and Bill was there. "Feeling better, Pig?" "I’m nobody's Pig, Bill." "Well, you are now. How’s it feel to be free?" "Numb," I replied, all the while thinking, “You’re gonna get yours, Cocksucker!” "When you get the news, Jack, I want to be the first to know. Stop over at my place and we’ll discuss your future." “Presumptuous SOB.” Two weeks later, I caught the flu, and gave it no heed. My birthday came and went. On August 28, 1998 (that date is burned into my brain forever), I was called to my Commander's Office. "There is no easy way to tell you this," the Colonel said. “Chief, you are HIV Positive." I about lost it—one of several stellar performances that year. He gave me a 3 day pass. I went to my room, got into my civvies, and headed for Bill's house. He invited me in. He was wearing a robe and drinking a beer. I told him I was POZ. A self-satisfied, self-congratulatory smirk graced his ugly countenance. Always the consummate host, he inquired, "Want a drink?" "Yes, please. A beer will do fine." He went to the frig. I took a pouch out of my jacket—four milligrams of Xanax that I had ground up for the occasion. It is tasteless, odorless, and dissolves quickly. It is extremely fast-acting in alcohol. I shook the powder in his beer. Bill handed me a glass and bottle and we chatted. He guzzled his drink, while I sipped mine. Before long the Mickey took effect. His lashes fluttered, and his head lolled forward. I took my time and explored the house. Down in the basement was the Dungeon where I‘d been bred; and in the back, his Office. There I found the “Diary of the Dungeon.” I read it all, where the toys are, and what they’re for. I learned how he planned my rape and who he had arranged to rape me. The Diary recorded that I had taken 97 POZ Loads in 3 days (32-1/3 Loads/Day). I even perused the breakdown of Loads per Master/Daddy. I half-dragged, half-carried Bill downstairs, undressed him, douched him (extremely messy for a Novice), and tied him in the Sling. I woke him up by pissing in his face. "Wake up, you Pig!" I recall the look of terror on his face. He tried to yell, but guess where the Ball Gag was. "Sorry, Billy Boy. Payback is such a Bitch. And guess what, you Pig? It's Payback Time!" I walked over to the freezer and opened it. There were four rows of red Condoms and one row of blue ones. Red stood for POZ or “Devil's Dick.” I showed him the two I’d selected, and shoved them in him. I lowered his head and said, "Your turn." I shoved my rigid Dick in him hard as I could. On a scale of 1-10, he yelped a 9, considering the Gag. I could see his Blood streak down my Cock as I plowed his Hole. He wasn’t kidding—he was so tight since he hadn’t been fucked for an eternity. I pounded his NEG Pussy long and hard, penetrating ever deeper. More than anything, I wanted It to take! "HERE YOU GO, PIG. HERE’S YOUR PAYBACK!" I blasted a huge POZ Load deep up Bill's formerly NEG Ass. I looked down and saw that I’d hit his sweet spot and he’d blown his Load without touching his Rod. The look on his face was one of ecstasy with tears. “As the saying goes, Billy Boy, this hurts me more than it hurts you.” Fueled more by revenge than sexual appetite, I POZ-CREAMED him six times that night; and then stuck a Butt Plug up his Ass. I left him there and went upstairs to eat his food and sleep. The next morning, I started it all over again. I pulled out the Butt Plug, gave him another red Devil's Dick, and pounded him again, filling him full of my Poison Jizz. For two and a half hours I plowed his Ass. Finally, I unbound him, helped him upstairs, and cleaned him up. He sobbed and sobbed. *******************************************************EPILOGUE******************************************************* Over the next several months, Bill and I chatted often—just conversation—nothing deep or intimate or serious. One Friday night, when I encountered him, he invited me back to his place. I didn't sense any trouble or threat, so I agreed. When we got there, he undressed and urged me to do the same. "Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen. On the contrary, this is an auspicious occasion.” I was not fearful, merely curious. I’d gotten the best of Bill, and I assumed it was forever. As he traversed the basement stairs, he enjoined me, "When the door opens, come down and stand on the red square. You won’t regret it." Five minutes later the door opened, and I descended. A single bright light illuminated the only red tile. The bright light was quickly switched off, and a black light came on. When my eyes adjusted, I saw all the guys who’d raped me. They were wearing leather pants, bicep bands, Masters' Harnesses, and shiny Jack Boots. Next to me stood Bill in his red leather pants, Master's Harness, and Jack Boots. "In our world, we start out as Cum Pig Slaves and work our way up to Master. But there exists one among us who has proven himself to be not only a Master; but a Master's Master. This person shall never be referred to as Pig again, but Sir from all of us.“ The Pig Slaves came up to me. They dressed me in tight black leather pants with a blue stripe along each leg seam, tall soft leather Jack Boots, and a blue and black 3" bicep band. Bill told them the story of my revenge, adding, "I got my results back today. Jack is my POZ Daddy." He then reached in a box and pulled out a gold Master's Harness with a black onyx in the center. Inscribed on it were the letters "LS." He put it on me. "Jack is no more. I present to you LEATHER SOLDIER!"

I was a closet college boy who dreamt about getting fucked all the time. When I left my daytime classmates, I’d often put on my porn tapes and jack off all night. It was such a turn-on to see guys fuck bareback. I’d always rent the older tapes where no one ever used condoms. I graduated to hanging out at the bookstore, fantasized about getting fucked like the guys in my videos, but never actually had the courage to do anything. Finally, I met this guy on-line who was a year ahead of me at school. We got to talking on the phone about all the nasty sex I wanted and he’d already had. One thing led to another and before long my new phone friend was telling me about guys getting fucked raw and taking POZ loads. That made me shoot all over, and I wanted to experience my first fuck more than ever. I finally took the big step and invited him over. I was so nervous when he showed up at my door. We started necking, and his hand zeroed in on my crotch. He soon had my zipper open, and my oozing cock down his throat. I could stand it no longer and blurted out what I really wanted—to be fucked bareback. Turned out he was a bottom, but said that, since it was my first time and I needed it so badly, he’d oblige. As we undressed he pulled a bottle of poppers from his pocket and fed them to me—repeatedly, throughout the rest of the evening. As he entered me, he made filthy accusations of things I’d never been accused of before. My senses were overwhelmed by his hard body covering me, the scent of the poppers, his filthy whispers, and his hard dick entering my virgin ass. He worked slowly at first. My hole was stretched wider than it had ever been before. Even though it was my first time, it didn’t hurt, thanks to the poppers; though I suspected I must have been bleeding. The sound of his precum slurping in my hole, combined with the throb of the poppers, and his purulent whisperings reached a crescendo in my ears, as my other physical senses were totally consumed by his raw dick plunging in and out of my ass. His picked up the tempo and began to moan loudly, whispering that he was going to give me exactly what I deserved. I’d closed my eyes to absorb all pleasures of my first fuck, when he said, “Open your eyes!” “What?” “I said. “Open your eyes, bitch!” His face was almost touching mine, and he was staring directly into my eyes as I was into his. His countenance had taken on this lascivious expression, and I wasn’t even sure I recognized the guy who was fucking me—a perception I was bound to experience again and again in years to come. You want my dirty seed, whore?” "Yes, Sir," I pleaded. “Shoot in me now. Give me your hot cum, pleeease!” His tongue, laden with spit and slime, forced its way down my throat. “TAKE MY HOT POZ LOAD--NOW!" I almost blacked out. My dick spurted everywhere. I knew my hole had been ripped apart like I never thought it could be. Involuntarily my ass muscles clamped down around his cock, to absorb every drop of his seed. I never felt so fulfilled in my life. As we dressed, I asked indifferently why he hadn’t told me earlier he was POZ. He said he knew I wanted it; that he wanted to be the guy to GIFT me; and that he wanted to make it as easy as possible on me, and not tell me till it was TOO LATE. I kissed him. For several months we continued to see each other almost weekly. He never fucked me again, but I began to top him--and others. He introduced me to several of his poz friends, and we did a number of 3-ways together. After one such meating, as we lay cuddling, he suggested it might be time to get tested. I did, and you know the result. I’ve become a regular patron at the bookstore, where it’s all so anonymous, and the subject of status never cums up--just a lot of needy holes, married and single, waiting to be filled with poison jizz. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° One of the many first hand, true stories I have collected - Enjoy!

That is one sure fire way of break'n in a cherry.