Donnyjames

This morning I awoke in a bed that wasn't mine, the sun shining through the curtains. To my left a hairy chest, and a musky pit. I could tell something was different. A stiff silence in the room, a wave of tingles, and an immediate erection. For in my mind I could see it so clearly, so precisely. It started at the bar, when this man approached me in the bathroom. The stank of whiskey exploded in my face as he grabbed my mouth, pushing his tongue into mine. With such strength and authority he kissed me - deepening himself into my throat. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, showing me his biohazard scorpion tattoo. I remember how my cock changed from limp to rock hard in an instant. He noticed this of course, all I had were basketball shorts and a shirt. He pulled my head close, slicking his tongue in and out of my ear, priming my primal desires. "I am going to set you free tonight, and you're going to let me. Isn't that right?" I nodded my head frantically. He pulled my body to the door, moving aside to slap my ass on the way out. The man lead me outside and down the street a block to an apartment. Leading the way as he instructed, I climbed the stairs, heart pounding, cock throbbing, mind racing. He slapped my ass, grabbed it, and stuck his hand down my shorts to get his fingers in my sweaty hole on the way. In his apartment he immediately stripped off my clothes and shoved me to his bed. He ripped his belt off like he was starting a lawn mower, pants hitting the floor instantly. His gargantuan cock swung in the air, oozing goo. He pushed me back, lifting my legs high in the air. The man handed me a brown bottle, and gave me time to breath in the sweet burn. Lubed up, he pressed that monster up against my incredibly tight hole. I felt the relaxation wash over me, and he began to burrow slowly in my virgin hole. I was amazed at how it felt as he began to pry open my walls. I had only topped and it was instantly clear to me that this felt so amazing. He continued slowly, opening me more and more, sliding the head in deeper each time. It wasn't long until he decided to fill me with his entire length in one sure thrust. Deep, painful, pleasureful, and downright sinful. I took every thrust, moaning loudly into his pillow. Tears rolled down my cheeks in pure joy as I opened up and relaxed further, a true alpha male digging deep and planting a seed. He continued for over and hour and a half, wailing on my hole until it was useless and loose. Staring at his gorgeous work, he slammed it right back in thrusting faster, deeper, and harder. The sensation was so intense I thought I was going to puke. As he trusted harder, it began to grow painful, but this didn't last as he let out a loud moan, emptying his cock 9 inches into my negative hole. Each throb, each twitch, more cum leaked out inside me. As he sat there shaking in ecstasy, it made me cum all over as well, spraying everything near by. The man pulled out slowly, as to save every last drop. He placed his finger as far as he could in my hole, rotating it around, spreading his love to every surface inside me. To finish the deal, he took his finger nail and left one long, jagged scrape inside me - inviting his bugs into my heart and more importantly my soul. "Welcome, Brother. You will make a fine gifted and do me proud." So yes, I woke up in a strangers bed, and my actions are deafening. But I know that I went from having a cock between my legs, to having a weapon. For today, I now bring chaos into this world. For now, I will be known as Apep, The Gifter of Chaos. Like with a pig for part 2.

Part 5 - Andreas’ Fault (A Post-Life Connection) Little did Andreas know that taking that poz load one day in Mazatlan would change his life forever. He tested positive 7 months after that fateful union. They day he realized what he was, was also the day our connection was forged. For Andreas serves me in life, and death. Our bond is eternal, and unwavering. Andreas sat in a filthy one-room apartment in Cabo San Lucas, eagerly awaiting a cruise ship’s arrival. With my dark influence saturated in his soul, his dark desires grew by the day. Each boat bringing back more people to spread his joy. More generations to support my cause. Andreas was worse than I was in most cases, gifting people not by the hundreds, but by the thousands. For his gift was silent, but enduring. He enjoyed picking out twinks from the crowd, gay boys on vacation - a price so cheap, a cost so steep. Andreas approached one of the tourist boys, alone. Wearing all rainbow gear, and tight undersized booty shorts, Andreas licked his lips at the site, his cock growing. “I’m Andy - I live here. Would you like a private tour?” Andrea’s winked, his shirtless body bare and beaded with sweat. “I know a quiet place, we could have some fun.” Of course he agreed - who would turn down sex on a vacation? Andreas brought the guy to a quiet ally way, and led him in a door into a room that was filled with sexual items. Kleenex, lube, poppers, dildos, but plugs, strewn all about the room. Our tourist bent himself over the couch arm in the middle of the room, pulling his swimming trunks down to his ankles. His hairy ass was furry, thick and black. The matter curls around his hole gave Andreas an instant boner, as he licked all over this man’s sweaty hole. His pubes were thick and burly, stinking of musk - this guy was prime for pheromones. Licking up every last bit of salty, tangy sweat, Andreas placed the tip of his cock against the man’s hole, probing the entrance of his ass. His precum wet, sliding back and forth, the tourist moaning in ecstasy, Andrea’s leaned over and whispered into his ear, oh so seductively “If you want something you can’t get rid of, back your faggot hole onto my dick, and accept your fate.” Willingly, he thrusted his ass backwards onto Andrea’s cock - grinding and self pleasuring. Andrea’s smooth body beaded up with dribbles of sweat, his armpit hair drench and sticking together, his cock unwashed and uncleaned, plowing through this tourist. Their skin touching bare, the viral precum grinding into his hole. “Give me what you got, boy!” The tourist squirmed, shaking, “Give me that fucking load. Breed my fucking bitch hole, give me your fuckin’ babies!” Andrea’s lost his cool, and started squirting his ropes in this sticky, loose whore ass. The deed was done, but to be absolutely certain - Andrea’s stuck his finger in the man’s hole deep, pretending to scoop out his own cum, he tore his fingernail through the delicate flesh, removed his finger and sucked the juices off. He flipped over, spreading his hairless ass cheeks for the tourist. His sizeable cock opening Andrea’s up, they exchanged deep kisses, until our tourists blasted his last negative load in Andrea. The energy and power a clean person makes exhilarating - and Pozzing them feels even fucking better. in Cabo San Lucas we breed tourists for fun. We give them life-long memories, and life-long souvenirs. But, when we get to Rio - things are going to be different. No more of this basic, regular fucking. Everybody better take their god damn meds, or pray to god I grace them with my seed through Andreas. I plan to have an army thanks to Andreas.

Dear Diary, They always tell you it will get better. Seems like it’s all anyone has to say. That as my life marches on towards death, slowly, it gets better. But why is it every time I take a poz load I feel so alive. I was hooking up with a guy, and he sat on my cock. But as soon as I started jerking him and thrusting, he blew his load. Honestly it was pretty embarrassing. I left; but he had given me some kind of pill to last longer in bed, and I felt it man. That shit hits like bricks. I was so fucking hit by I found the only man I could in Grindr who was online and nearby. Turns out, sure as fuck. He’s poz and off his meds by chance. You see, he hadn’t been on meds for a year. When he lost his job he stopped taking his meds because he couldn’t afford it. Lo and behold, me. The Bugchaser of his dreams. So willing and eager to let this man in between my own legs. To allow him to bend me over for him. His raw dominance alone was seductive and powerful. When I spread my legs for him, I felt completely intoxicated in him. Like the dark energy that fuels my bug chasing is the same as his for gift giving. The way we melded was intense and rich. He had placed his cock up against my hole. Using my hole, I kissed his cock, puckering up against his thick girth. It was like a french kiss within seconds as he precum wetted my hole, inviting him inside me. Yet again, an ultimate sin - as I sold this boy a part of myself. Poz or not, I fall in line under him forever. When he slid inside me, I felt the lining of my rectum split as extreme pain jolted through my body. My nails gripped into his back, and immediately he began to pump his cock in and out of my wrecked hole. Each thrust got better and better, and my hole progressively got wetter. Within a few minutes he blew his load all over in my hole. Moaning and screaming as he loaded me up, I sat and watched a man take pleasure inside me. I made someone truly happy today. How can I deny that bugchasing isn’t a calling for me when I’m so willing to do it. Poz men experience tons of stigma, who knows though. I may have to judge some people into understanding it a little more. for now, Donny

Dear Diary, I never really imagined my life would turn out this way. I’ve always been the good kid. I never broke the rules. It seems these days I’m breaking more rules than condoms. Taking on HIV, poz or not, requires you to escalate to a new plane of existence. True acceptance. For no man who is poz is any more or less than any other poz man. For the ultimate barrier is broken, and the illusion of distance begins to lessen. From fucking for emotional attachment, to fucking for sport. I don’t really care anymore, I take anyone’s dick if I want it. It’s opened a new world, for at once I’ve been solidified to one incredibly powerful remedy. Each time that I spread my legs for a man, I spread my soul too. A soul that has light, but corrupted and tainted edges. My hunger for devastation and corruption continues to increase, and my sexual nature has evolved. It’s become a transactional business ledger. One load in, 2 loads out. 4 loads in, 2 loads out. 12 loads in 5 loads out. Big dicks that have destroyed my hole, leaving a gaping bloody mess, to little dicks that are en honest embarrassment to society. I spread my legs for every man, and every man should feel entitled to my body. I plan to share my legacy, don’t worry. But for now, I’m day dreaming about the day I receive that first phone call from a very concerned individual. Until Later, Donny James.

Dear Diary, I just can’t stop thinking about him. His skin hung loose from his body, but his cock was full and plump. Rock hard, dripping strings of precum. Each drop of precum that touched my tongue was like a spicy fizzle, his aroma was deep and manly. The hard part wasn’t fucking each other senseless, the hard part was finding a time to do it when people weren’t around. It seemed to me I’d have more anxiety towards this behavior. But it’s like my hole opens and puckers at the gesture of a poz man thrusting into me. Like it’s the only cock that can satisfy me now. Riding his cock was like heaven and hell had collided. A soliloquy of darkness and light, and a battle for the darkness to spread within me. To take on his seed and become one with him, oh man. I can’t take it. But I do anyways. I accept his every thrust like it’s my last. My bed banging against the wall, each dog in the house howling as this poz fucker tears into me. As he takes over me. As I let him convert me. I’ll never forget how his cock twitched inside me, the ooze flowing up his cock deeper inside me, and spurting out. I remember the look on his face when I flipped him over and pushed my cock inside him. The ecstasy, the lust, and the pleasure. It was the ultimate sin, taking a unicorns blood was considered unforgivable. Just, this time, I’m hoping it’s my last time giving unicorn juice. For next time, I pray, that it be scorpion venom leaking out of me, spicy with a sizzle. until next time, diary.

First and foremost, I thank you all for coming here. Please keep in mind that during a previous post I halted content production as I focused on my own journey. This journey is a fictitious parallel. Check back now and again, I anticipate this being a long series. -DonnyJames A New Beginning - AMBD Chapter 1 Life was pretty good until the pandemic hit. It was unfortunate that the cost of the pandemic hit me as hard as it did. Dragged down by disaster after disaster, I was destroyed emotionally. It seemed as if every day came at the cost of more debt, more bills, less energy, and less will. I speak of will as if it is some kind of magical essence, knowing that losing the will to continue fighting is hard. It can destroy a man. What I can say is that when faced with destruction and despair, occasionally, just every so often, fighting back with corruption and devastation is the strongest defense. Faced with bankruptcy, homelessness, and absolute self actualized destruction, a certain… twitch came across me. A deep itch yearning to corrupt myself further. To take on the darkness and live hand-in-hand with the compassions of light, and the treachery of darkness. To walk the lone path, and pursue the poz status. Weeks go by, with little to no interest in sex. Depression sets in further. Suicidal thoughts crossed my mind, but yet, the excitement and burn of being poz and alive would constantly reignite my passions as I fantasized about the bug infiltrating my veins. Taking root in my system, churning in my blood. The silent venom hijacking my mind, the danger of my sex. I know these feelings bring out my sexual side again. I have learned to embrace that my poz tendencies have turned me into a new man. I cannot get off without thinking of being poz anymore. For in this case, the bug has already won me. Detectable, or not. I knew in this moment I was destined for it. It wasn’t an if, it was a when. I’ve set out to work right away. (This first story exists in another thread on this site, but is not allowed here. This is a sum-up) The first time I took a poz load was fucking hot. It was actually 4 poz loads, in fact. This hairy bear laying on the bed gestured me over to him. His massive cock curved up sharply, and a gigantic double zero gauge Prince Albert stuck out of it. I moved over to the bed where he was, and hopped over him. Straddling his body, I lowered my puckered ass hole to his cock. Gently, fiddling with his cock ring around my hole, I slid up and down on the head of his dick. My hole kissed his cock, in and out, making sweet love to his large member. 4 loads later and the night was over. It was probably about two weeks ago that I realized being poz was something I somewhat am already. I’ve had sex with several poz guys, and I don’t fuck negative boys. It seems like I have already succumbed to the virus. I met a wasted poz guy a few days ago. His saggy, empty skin would slap against my ass as he fucked me. Raw dogging my ass, I could see this man had never been happier. His first breeding ever as a top, and he chose me for the load. He chose ME to carry his legacy. However, I am just so tired, I must finish this another time. Goodnight Diary, Don’t let my sex bugs bite. We are up to speed on this diary. Going forward will be much more detailed content, starting here in a day or two. Please check back and scroll for where the real story begins on this thread.

If we are being honest, what happened in the real world is NSFW compared to what you have read. This is the safe, clean version. Not what actually happened.

I will never forget the day; Frigid, windy, snowy, and dark. It was my birthday, mid December. I spent the entire day browsing hookup sites looking for just one load to take. I wasn't asking for much, but I had been sexting all day and my balls were aching for release. Curled up in bed with my dog, I continued to pursue a host who could drop a load in me - any load would do. After hours upon hours of searching I found a person who's profile was blank but new. I tapped on their avatar and landed on a page with the following: 44, 5'11, 198lbs, 7.5" - I'm Hosting, Vers. Hairy guys are hot. Fetishes: Used underwear, socks, sports gear, and body hair. Interaction: Anonymous Protection: Talk first I sprang to attention - excitedly I ask him if he were poz. He confirmed it and said that he was sorry, and asked if I did not want to play. I told him not to apologize, and that I was perfectly fine having sex with poz guys, even ones who are detectable. He proceeded to tell me that he was on his meds, and that he is responsibly undetectable. This man changed tune as soon as I told him that I was disappointed he wasn't on meds, to which he replied that he just wanted to lure me in and was in fact, not on his meds. I agreed to come over, my heart racing. I had never purposefully fucked a poz guy of any stature - detectable or not. It was like the virus was already coursing through my veins and I hadn't even caught it yet. I drove through the intense blizzard like conditions to arrive at his hotel and proceeded to his room. Standing in the doorway was man a couple inches taller than myself. He had hair that was just starting to gray, his chest coated in thick black hair that stretched down to his massive cock, wrapping around down his legs and to his feet. His thick coarse body hair was incredible running through my hands. He was a good looking guy, and was delighted I showed up. With thousands of snowflakes falling outside, I was determined not to be a flake, especially not for him. He poured me a glass of wine, sweet with a slight bite. I began to undress myself, leaving my jockstrap on. I laid on the bed, and admired his gorgeous body, his tufts of body hair, and fiddle with my own cock through my underwear. He moved towards my cock with his hand, and I told him to get ready to be shocked. You see, I have 4 piercings on my cock. a 4 guage prince albert curved barbell, and 3 rungs of a ladder. My cock is already indicative of what a bad boy I am, let alone if it were to be a poz cock. He began to take off my underwear, admired my piercings and showed me he had a PA too. He flipped me over, and examined my hole. Tickling the hair around my ass, he spit on his dick, and rubbed some on my hole. He slid his cock up and down against my fuck hole, the feeling was pure ecstasy. Without a moments notice, he burrowed himself inside me, balls deep. I let out a loud moan, it felt as though he split my ass open, and then gave me a shot of pure pleasure right in my cunt. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was greater as he began to pump his cock inside me. I could feel every single stroke press against my abdominal muscles, every last hump was pure, erotic, manly romance. His sweat was dripping all over me, his BO permeating my hair and skin. I squeezed down on his cock, urging him to release his evil seed inside me. And so he did, he came all over, painting the insides of my body with toxic cum. His load was hot, sticky, and the way it gushed every time he thrusted again made me nearly cum. He pulled out, and I reached over and grabbed an item I brought off the dresser. In my hand was a simple needle - 3ml, 20 guage. Nothing too scary. I grabbed his arm, and asked him if he was okay with it. I swear, his cock grew another 3 inches as he grabbed the needle from my hands. Using his teeth, he removed the cap. He spread my legs apart, and positioned himself at my hole. He slammed inside me, a feeling of pure joy now. I grasped his arm, and his vein began to show. He plunged the needle into his arm, and withdrew a dark, violent red fluid into the tube. His blood was so toxic I could feel his bugs in my ass clawing away to be reunited with their brothers and sisters. He squeezed my arm, after removing the needle and handing it to me. Carefully, I placed the needle against the vein I always use for an HIV test, and pressed in. Carefully, I slammed the plunger in. Immediately I could feel his minions hijacking my body, taking over my mind. I knew at this moment I was absolutely fucked. God damn, it was so fucking hot. I was absolutely. FUCKED. I then took the plunger and pulled it out, filling the tube with my own blood. He greedily took the needle, and slammed my clean negative blood into his veins. Every vampire needs fresh blood sometimes. Blood was rolling down our arms - staining the sheets with solid evidence of the crime we had committed. He grabbed his double zero gauge prince albert and put it on. He opened my legs again, and carefully pushed his massive bionic cock inside me, fucking me until he painted me up once more. We rolled over, and I rode his cock like into the sunset. I rode him, and rode him - grinding his cock inside my ass until he came a third time. With a dirty deed done, and new lifestyle ahead, I couldn't help but smile to myself as I drove home in a blizzard. It didn't matter if I look outside, or inside, all I could see was white. Please note : While this is fictional - This borrows heavily on my first pozzing experience. I am so excited to hear your thoughts after I've taken this huge step.

There will be at least two additional chapters. One for my persona to enter, and one for my persona to exit. And anything else in between depending on popularity. As my persona enters the scene, the story will become much more detailed and concise. The whole story leading up to now is establishing the Why for myself. In my mind fantasies like this are something I think about as I fall asleep. I run them through my head over and over each night until I sleep. Thus, the story and stage grow larger. I appreciate your feedback. 🙂

Part 3 - A Mysterious Illness For the Royal Kingdom, insanity drew intensity as panic flooded the streets. Naked bodies fled their homes, houses burned. The Great Pause had descended onto the Royal mansion, and all of its subjects. As the sun fell behind the far mountains of the west, Chance Royal and his officers took to the street. Moving door to door in the panic, he looked for doors with a red X marked on the front. He came to a small house, the door appeared as if blood had been slathered diagonally both ways, a red X. Chance issued Brian an order, to enter the premises and Pause all activity. Each door that King Chance came across that had a red X was issued an officer to enter for the Great Pause. Chance came across another door, once again, with a red X slashed across the front. He stood before it, the screams and panic around him fueled his hatred towards the doctor. He reconsidered carefully, as the doctor, who appeared from no where, told him that his kingdom would be in ruin if he continued. Although the doctor was intelligent, he was never seen again after telling the king of the chaos that ensued. Allegedly, he entered a small box with a red X painted on the outside, where he and the box were never seen again. Chance entered the door. Inside he turned a corner, and found an older man laying on a table, surrounded by offerings. The man acknowledged Chance, and pleaded that he could be honored to take part in the Great Pause. “This kingdom, you, my king. I owe my life and devote myself to you. We will resume our kingdom, and I lay my loyalty down to you.” Chance laughed deeply. His cock growing. This poor bastard had no idea why the kingdom was suffering, and he had no idea what the Great Pause was. Sure, the kingdom was experiencing a pause in all economic progress, but this was strictly a health matter. “The doctor said a strange illness was spreading. I am the illness. I am what perverts this country. You lay your life down to me, I will reward you. You will never have to worry about getting the illness again after I’m done with you.” The man stared at Chance. And the grin across his face turned remarkably evil, and his cock jumped. Hard, bushy, and curving to the left, the man begged Chance to give him the illness. Astounded, Chance walked over to the man, realizing he was a soothsayer. The man knew everything already; he stood up to bow and pay his respects. Chance grabbed his prick, pulling him in, and kissing the man passionately. He slid his tongue in and out of the man’s mouth, and moved down his body. Kissing his nipples, belly button, and cock, Chance began pleasuring the soothsayer by sucking his rigid cock. Precum leaked and oozed from him, salty and tasty. He smelled musky, and sweaty. Chance stood, and turned the man around swiftly. Chance spit downwards on his cock, and shoved it in the man’s hole. Barely any lubrication, the soothsayer whelped out a loud howl of pain. This didn’t stop Chance, it only made him fuck harder. The soothsayer begged and pleaded and bargained with Chance to infect him. To take over and hijack his mind and body with the illness. Chance slammed deep, and long, thrusting hard into the man’s guts. Each fuck, each thrust, and each slam, the soothsayer moaned in pleasure now. Chance picked up pace, and depth. Burrowing his cock into the man. “You’re mine. You owe me. You’ll serve me in death.” The soothsayer exploded. Cum spattered everywhere as Chance fucked him harder, spewing his own toxic, evil seed into the garden he tilled. The soothsayer hungrily took the load. Chance stepped back, looking at the man. The soothsayer winked at him. “The kingdom may be in a Great Pause, but your majesty, YOU are the Great Poz. I am honored to serve you.” ”You’re God damn right you are, faggot.”

Done.

2 Years Later The king passed away 3 months from the annual festival for coming-of-age adults. As the new king, Charles changed the after party. For one lucky person will get the chance to have sex with the king each year. The girls went wild, and the men had no idea. Outside of Royal Mansion, Chance stood tall, and proud. Nude, his muscles and veins ran deep. A six pack, a treasure trail, and awesome pecs. His hair was medium length, ruffled and wavy ash-blond hair covered his ears. “Today, is the day you become men and women! Today is the day you become adults!” The crowd went wild, and although none of them were naked, they knew under King Chance’s rule, no clothes were allowed inside the mansion aside from special circumstances. Immediately, Chance noticed a strange boy with black hair. He had a strong nose, crisp jawline, and was skinny. Chance had a spark in his eye, and he was on the prowl. “Let the feast begin!” The crowd cheered and hollered, but one girl yelled out, “Which of us gets to sleep with you?” Chance gazed at her, a smirk forming. His tussled hair blew in the silence, as anticipation ensued. Chance walked over to the black haired boy, took his hand, and walked into the mansion, saying absolutely nothing. He undressed the boy in his private room. He was mostly hairless, except his legs, pits, and some facial hair. He was gorgeous. He had a thick 8 inch cock dangling between his legs, hard like steel. Veiny, pink, hairy, natural. Chance put the boy to his knees, and had the boy start sucking his cock. The slurping sound excited Chance, and his balls ached to unload. “I’m going to poz you. We’ll be fluid bonded for life. How does that sound?” “Yes, please! I’m Brian by the way.” The boy pleased, the look in his eyes was filled with guilty pleasure. He was ripe for the taking, and Chance fully intended on capitalizing on this. Chance carefully picked the boy up in his strong muscular arms, and heaved him onto the bed where he bounced with a flop. Chance spread his legs, lifted his ass, and tongued his hair ass hole. Brian let out moans and whelps as Chance devoured him, dominating him. For today, Brian was Chance’s prince, and all must be obeyed to the king. He fingered Brian, the same way the man did to him, scraping his guts out, leaving hot red streaks of blood. Chance fiddled with his own cock, and placed it carefully against Brian’s submissive hole. “This might hurt a little, but I promise it feels good eventually.” And at that moment he railed Brian, balls deep. “Oh god! You’re so deep inside me, your majesty, I can taste your cock! Fuck me harder. Poz me! I’m yours! Take my hole, take my soul!” Chance could hardly handle it. He hadn’t given anyone his dick, or his toxic seed before. He prematurely blew his load, coating the walls of Brian’s ass in a heavy, sticky, evil load. Brian moaned with pleasure. Chance breathed heavily. He pulled out, disappointed in himself and apologized for his short cumming. He scooped up the blood and cum mixture dripping out of Brian’s ass hole, and fingered it back inside of him. Then he made Brian suck the wicked residue off of his finger, and then off of his cock. Brian was insatiable. Chance could see it in his eyes, he owned Brian, and Brian loved being owned by a Royal. Brian looked at King Chance, “My loyalty is yours, king. Anything you need or want. Come find me.” Part 3 Preview : King Chance looked across the crowd, his crown was gleaming in the light. “Today, we must punish those who have sought the light. We must punish those who go against our traditions. We must not let those who disobey win.” Chance had several men, including Brian standing behind him, nude and shameless. The party was only beginning

Thank you for reading. As the next part/chapters are released, you will learn more of the darker, deeper desires of Chance. My own personal fantasy has been given a name, and a place to distribute it. I am looking forward to your thoughts. 😁

I have written Love, Freedom, and Royal to tell my fantasy of being the chosen one. This story plays out as my true feelings and fantasies I have in life, in a fantasy setting. I just think the ideas are really hot Please be aware that the start of this story is to establish the scene and current day adventures of Chance Royal, a Prince of a secluded kingdom far, far, away Part 1 - The Man Every year, a festival takes place outside the Royal Mansion. To celebrate the birthdays of the 18 year old men who graduated from their education. People from around the kingdom would come to celebrate the coming-of-age ceremony for the talented. Having been situated in on a relatively poor part of the world, citizens would attend lavish parties at the Royal’s to enjoy their hospitality, excellent food, and refreshing drink. This year was particularly special. An ash blond hair, slightly freckled, green eyed boy stood out. Mannerisms curved, punctual, neatly dressed. For he was the son of the King Royal, and thus he was pure and well disciplined. After the ceremonies were complete, and all speech had been said, our prince, Chance, took the stage. He called for all staff and all fresh young adults to prepare for the after party. Chance was escorted to a private room, similarly to rooms anchors on news channels have. Staff began undressing Chance, and grooming him. He pulled down his underwear, and blond bush popped out. A staff member trimmed down his bush to a beautiful tuft. They bathed and washed him, which considering the only ones allowed to do so we’re men, Chance would get excited when these men touched his naked body. Chance never thought anything of it. The staff are there to help him. Just something that happened frequently. Chance arrived downstairs at the party. Everyone was naked. The lights were dim, and the smell of alcohol and a tinge of sweat filled the room. Chance stood in the middle of the room, “We are adults now! We must finish our coming-of-age story here and fulfill our destinies!” Chance huffed and let out one final remark, “Let’s fuck!” Everyone in the room began to grope one another. Young men and women’s bodies move liked water in the ocean, bumping against another, grinding. The smell of sweat was intoxicating. Pheromones flooded the air and Chance’s cock was rock hard. But something caught his eye. In the corner of the room, with a shadow on his face, a man sat. Hairy, muscular, untrimmed, tattooed, pierced. Sex, lust, passion… Sex. Chance’s thoughts were racing. This was a young adult party, but he decided to venture to the older man to find out why he was there. “Who are you?” Chance asked him. Nervous, as he had never seen an older man naked, and he could feel his cock starting to firm up. A bead of sweat dripped down his back, landing in his ass crack. “Oh, boy, I think that you’re in the wrong place. You don’t wanna fuck with me, boy.” The figure leaned forward into the light. “I ain’t your type. You’re a rich, sheltered boy. A Royal. I’m nothing. Garbage to you.” Chance stared at him dazed, the man knew who Chance was, but Chance had never seen the man before. He was intrigued indeed. He sat next to the older man, staring at his cock as he sat down. He could smell the man, like sweat and and booze. Chance couldn’t help that his cock was growing hard, and the man didn’t seem to mind. His cock was growing bigger by the second too. Chance pulled the man away, and they left the party together to go to his room. Same sex was frowned upon by the king. Even in a modern world, the kingdom was run and felt like a medieval kingdom, just with modern day buildings. Chance thought about the man’s cock, he wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock inside of him. Once they arrived in the bedroom, the older man bent Chance over the bed, spit on his cock, and slathered it across Chance’s hole. The short hairs tickling the man’s cock, he moaned in pleasure. Chance couldn’t contain himself, pushing his ass backwards. The man pulled back, and told Chance he needed to loosen up first. The man shoved his finger inside of chance, scraping his rectum with his fingernail. He dug deeper, and chance squealed in pain. The man ripped his finger out, and apologized to Chance, saying he didn’t mean to do that. But he did. The man slid his cock inside of Chance, deep. The blood lubricated his hole more. The man thrusted harder. The asshole puckered and squeezed. Juices and blood leaked out of his hole, dripping to the floor. The man pumped faster, harder, ripping into Chance’s hole. Relentless, and merciless, the man tore up his hole until his whole body seized up and he exploded inside the prince. Cum, blood, spit, and ass juice leaked from Chance. “Well you don’t know me, but I know you. You’re poz now. You have HIV now. You will get AIDS. Do you understand?” The man clouted, boasting in stature. The prince swallowed hard, he clearly knew what had just happened, but HIV and AIDS was only a myth and legend in his kingdom. However, Chance was severely turned on by this, but he was worried. The prince left, as the man bellowed a deep laugh. Of course, it only took two weeks for the kingdom to weep as Prince Chance Royal, of King Darwin Royal, fell ill to a mysterious disease. Chance never told a soul as he recovered. And the world didn’t bat an eye, all was well in the Kingdom Royal. For now. Part 2 Preview: 2 Years Later The king passed away 3 months from the annual festival for coming-of-age adults. As the new king, Charles changed the after party. For one lucky person will get the chance to have sex with the king each year. The girls went wild, while the men had no idea.

I’m pressing to have this released within hours. I’m horned up and need to let it out and this is part 1 coming soon.