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The Breeders Market – The Tours and Training Begin: A Sire Chronicles Story – The Mare grunted as the Breeder unloaded his infected cum into the fresh, unused hole. The Market was open, the cum was flowing, and the crystal chandeliers in the large mansion on Embassy Row in Washington, DC, shimmered, as the clink of fine crystal glasses could be heard above the low, steady murmur as the Breeders viewed, inspected, and used the Mares on offer at tonight’s Market. I had not been back to DC since I had left with Dr Mike the previous May for Chicago. Now, it was time for Mid-Atlantic Leather (MAL) and I was back in DC on a cold and blustery January evening for the launch of our Breeders Markets as mentioned in the story - Chapter 3 - The Post Mortem: Punishment Past, Present, and Future (the Breeder Markets) – Uncle Jack Attacks. As host, I was making the rounds of the Market, speaking to each Breeder and ensuring that my staff were prepared to serve as they had been trained. The harness boys were the perfect servers, and we had hired a new class of servant just for this work, our Stable Masters. The job of the Stable Master was simple. They had to ensure the Mares in their charge were cared for on a daily basis. They made sure they were fed properly, monitored their daily activities, secured the Mares in their rooms at night, and that they were ready to be bred and infected/or infect. For the Market, this included making sure the Mares were washed, blindfolded and in their stalls, with their ass nice and raw and bloody on the inside through the use of fingernails and toothbrushes. All of my Mares were proud and honored to be there and had gone through much to be selected for this, the first of the new Breeders Markets for the high end stables I had started for Deacon. The Breeders Market was designed in part to punish Uncle Jack’s conspirators, but also to provide a regular forum for those chasing the bug to get what they needed and for anybody who just wanted to breed to have as much used or fresh hole as they wanted. No strings. The Breeders were a select group, all interviewed and vetted in advance and they fully understood the rules, and costs - costs to their bank account and the cost and risk of what would take place. While we charged a very hefty premium to attend the premier Breeders Market, I’m talking thousands of dollars, the Market was not about money. The Covenant and our AIDs Lords all had plenty of that. It was about the bug – the infection – the thrill and danger. For those who had no money, Lionel and my new Lieutenants in the Southeast of DC who had taken over Uncle jack’s operations had a line of Mares in stocks free, and ready and willing for any dick that wanted to poke them at the Market that would take place tomorrow. Some of our Breeders at tonight’s Market were negative, but loved the thrill of just fucking raw regardless of the bottom’ status. Some of the Breeders were chasers, and for those who wished we helped prep their dick’s, making them bleed with a few cuts and such, to increase their infection risk. Some were already positive, but loved the idea of breeding anytime, anyplace, any way they could. The rest, well the rest were the real nasty ones, dicks with open sores, dripping with gonorrhea, full of HEP and more, the Breeders who, due to their other infections, may have difficulty finding someone. All were welcome at the Breeders Market! It had been a few months since Deacon had presented my idea to the AIDs Lords and I had passed judgment on my captors and their co-conspirators. I had spent the time selecting my Mares and ensuring they were all prepared. For those who were punished for their part in Uncle Jack’s attack, this had included their castration. While the other Mares got to keep their balls, they were bottoms, the Market was not about them fucking, but about them being fucked. All mares who were part of the permanent stable were branded on their forehead with a BIOHAZARD BRAND indicating their status as a mare, and a symbol noting which AIDs Lord and which stable they belonged to. This was their life, to be fucked and used for the pleasure of real men. I walked through the grand ballroom, doing one final inspection of my Stable Masters and the Mares. I had decided to go for a standard uniform and certain physical qualities in my Stable Masters. They were of varying races and creeds, but all were ex-military, at least 6”2, handsome, well built, and at least 9-inches of dick that was clearly outlined in their skin-tight, white pants. Each Stable Master had undergone background checks and more, and attested to their willingness to be infected and to infect as the cause required. I could also happily attest to the sexual skills of each and every one of them as I had taken many loads from them these past weeks, much to Captain Fontaine and Captain Baker’s jealous displeasure. The line of Stable Masters in their uniforms made an impressive sight in and of themselves, but they were off limits and not an option for our guests. Our guests – the Breeders - were here for the Mares. The Mares were all in position, on small raised platforms, with 8 mares on each side of the ballroom set within specially created ‘stalls’. The gold embossed and engraved invitations issued to each Breeder was time stamped noting the time they should arrive. Just over 60 Breeders were invited, staggered for arrival throughout the evening although we knew that some would stay the entire evening, stiffened with Viagra and eager to breed or at least feel the raw ass of every Mare. Each Mare was Market ready, blindfolded, leashed, the biohazard brand on the forehead of some still fairly new, and doggy style and resting their torso on a specially designed leather padded bench that was just high enough to keep their full body weight off their hands and knees, leaving their hole open and ready for inspection by any Breeder. The Breeders had the choice of mounting the Mare right there in full public view, closing the curtains on the stall, or they could take the leash from the Stable Master and one of our harness boys would escort them to a private room where they could use the Mare as they willed. The only rules being they must fuck them raw and there was a 15-minute time limit. The Market was all about the pump-and-dump, not love making. The Mares represented a range of ages and physical traits to ensure that there was a hole available for all tastes and interests. As I came to the end of the line of Mares I had to smile. There was Vince, one of my kidnappers who had worked for Uncle Jack, his black muscles glistening, the leather arm bands and huge PA and piercings that now ran from his ass to his empty ball sac denoted his new status. Vince the Mare had his back arched, ass pushed out, his thighs and glutes quivering in need and anticipation. While Deacon had punished him the day of my rescue by literally ripping his balls off, I had decided Vince was to become one of my high-end Mares, but one trained in the fine arts of serving the leather and Bondage and Discipline (B&D), and Sadism and Masochism (S&M) Breeders. I thought back to two days earlier I had gone to visit Charles, the Horse Dicked Leather Master and his son Roger who had been given the task of training Vince in all that is B&D and S&M. I had first them in the story Dr Mike – Biohazard or Healer – as Charles had rape fucked me at Dr Mike’s office then later he and Roger had used me for their pleasure in their basement dungeon. The last time I had seen them was after they had me gangbanged and then double fucked me when we had returned to Covenant. They had prepared me well for Deacon. That was my first night with Deacon and my last night with them. The tires of the limo plowed a path through the freshly fallen snow as we pulled up in front of Charles’ house. I was nervous. I was not the same man I had been when I left DC, and suddenly I felt a little scared. My driver opened the door as Jonas, my butler and aide got out first, followed by my two soldiers, Captains Baker and Fontaine. I was never alone any more and my soldiers and staff were never far away as we knew Uncle Jack was waiting to strike again, the question was not when, but where. So, they escorted me to the front door. I rang the bell and waited. “Holy Mother Fuck! Look what the cat dragged in!” Roger exclaimed as he threw the door open and grabbed me in a full-on bear hug ignoring the protest of the Captains. Roger started to drag me inside, talking a mile a minute, but I was stopped by Captain Fontaine who said, “I’ll be watching the back. Puppy will stay out here and Jonas will wait in the limo.” I shook my head, feeling silly and still thinking they were overdoing it, as I followed Roger inside. Just like my first time there, as soon as the door was closed Roger was pulling my pants down and working to get his dick up my ass. His leather gloved hand clamped around my throat as he snarled, “You got too big for us now? You can’t even fucking call? What’s that about huh – UGHHH – oh shit fucker, forgot how nice that hole felt on my dick, shit – want me to choke you out? Bet you miss that don’t you. You miss us fucking you like no body else can. Don’t you pig? UGHHH fuck shit, I’m gonna cum, UGHHH…….” Roger’s hand squeezed my throat harder as his big thick dick gave me a nice welcome gift. He pulled his dick out, slapped my head hard and said with a satisfied smirk, “Welcome home man, good to see you. Sir is downstairs. Let me tell you, our guest had to work through some big shit! He had some issues and lord did he fight us, but we beat the shit out of him a few times and after he spent several days with nothing but white cum and piss in his guts you wouldn’t believe how much more cooperative he became. And sick, shit, I have never seen so much puke and shit as he had after we shot him up with the stuff they sent us. Sir said it was taking and the perfect time to infect him with everything else. You know Sir and his gonorrhea dick, well he got that and Dr Mike sent over some special patients, so his ass is NASTY!!!” I laughed, as that confirmed I was right in my choice of sending Vince to Charles and Roger for his training. I followed Roger down the stairs into the dungeon. The sound of leather whipping flesh met us as we opened the door and entered, along with the soft whimperings and pleadings of “Thank you Sir, please Sir, more.” Roger strode over to Charles who was in mid-swing holding a large leather strap, ready to continue his punishment of Vince. Charles lowered his arm, handed the strap to Roger and stormed at me. I was not sure if I wanted to run away or run to him as I forgot what an intimidating fucker he was. Like Roger, Charles engulfed me in a bear hug picking me up off the floor. He dropped me, started swatting at my head, “You God damn little shit! Look at you! You did it boy! I am so fucking proud, damn!” Another bear hug, a long sloppy and wet kiss that scratched my face with his beard, then Charles put his arm around me as he led me deeper into the dungeon. We stopped, he grabbed both my shoulders and shook me as he said, “You done good boy, real good. I see we trained you right, didn’t we now. Son, go get the boy a drink – NOW and did those little toy soldiers of his come along? Yeah, well go tell them to get lost. Uncle Jack knows better then to show up here of all places for Christ sake as he knows I would blow his head off. So send them along their merry little way and tell them we’ll make sure he gets delivered back safe and sound – WHEN WE ARE DONE WITH HIM!” That last part carried an ominous tone, but I smiled inside and nodded as anything ominous with Charles and Roger was nothing but a good time for me. Once the door closed behind Roger, Charles said, “Roger cannot understand all the in and outs and depths of all this you know? I love the boy, but…well…he ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed. I know what Deacon did to you and how intense his infection is and I knew you would make it. I know what you are now – well in part because I still can’t wrap my head around some of the crazy shit he has told me, and all that has happened these past months. You know you have my support in all things – just as you have Dr Mike’s.” At the sound of Dr Mike’s name my stomach flipped and flopped a bit. I was still conflicted I guess about him and was not sure if I would see him or not. Something in my gut gnawed at me and said he was best left in the past. “Now boy,” Charles growled, “Get those fucking clothes off. You can see your Mare over there is well and good and has been trained as ordered. Wiggle that tail fucker? I SAID WIGGLE IT!!” Charles laughed as Vince shook his ass, wiggling a big plastic dog tail on the end of an ass plug that was shoved deep up his hole. “Like I said,” Charles continued, “He will be the best Mare you got, but back to what is more of interest to me at the moment, your sweet ass. GET UP IN THAT SLING AND PREPARE FOR SOME ROUGH RAW DICK BECAUSE WE ARE GOING TO CHOKE YOU THE FUCK OUT AND LOAD YOU DOWN WITH HOT CUM!!!” Back in the present I looked at Vince again, all ready and willing for the Breeders Market. Roger was his Stable Master tonight, an honorary position that Charles and I agreed he deserved as he was coming into his own as a leather master and had done much of the training for Vince. I looked at Roger with pride, and a still sore ass, as he and Charles had pounded the hell out of my hole and had made sure I was filled with plenty of infected dick and cum. Damn I missed them! Yet, Deacon was my present, and my future, and I missed him more, so much more. I grabbed a glass of champagne and continued my rounds. As I wound my way back out to one of the salon areas, I ran into someone that Charles and Roger had introduced me to back when I was still in DC and who I had actually seen in their basement before they had released me back to my staff. He was a handsome, Arab man, who was actually the Ambassador for one of our key allies in the Gulf region. Standing about 6’1, weighing 195 with a broad chest, I knew from our past play that he had a wonderfully hairy chest, a gorgeous long dick, and a set of balls that produced copious amounts of cum when he shot. Sexually, his favorite thing in the world was eating cum out of a freshly fucked ass and he had literally spent hours eating multiple loads out of my filled hole that Charles and Roger had deposited. He would sit patiently in the corner watching in rapture as they used and fucked me and the second they gave him the OK he was on his knees eating me out. The dominant side of him would then emerge once his stomach was full of cum. He thrilled in the brutal fuck and loved fucking me in the stocks while Charles choked me out raping my throat. Tonight, the Ambassador inclined his head with a nod of respect, motioned to his right and said, “May I present my eldest son.” I admired the young man standing beside him who was as tall as his father, though not quite as built. I shook his hand, his sweaty palm quickly releasing, and watched as he tentatively took a step back. His father scowled slightly and guided me a few steps away and said, “My apologies. He has only recently arrived in Washington to attend Georgetown University and is not yet accustomed to things. However, after our discussions with Sir Charles, I agree and believe that I am in the best position to serve as an AIDs Lord for you in my home region. I have considered how best to begin transmitting and spreading the super bug that you now embody and have realized that I have the answer – my son.” I tilted my head in interest as the Ambassador continued, “You see, our society is still very segregated, so while in your country, you may be able to utilize females, we cannot. Yet, especially within the ruling families, the young men form extremely tight bonds that last for life, and these bonds are often affirmed through sex. My son is in the perfect position to ensure that the sons of all the ruling families join the family if you will. So, in all humbleness, I ask you to please take my son. Let him serve you, let me serve you in this and all else.” I was taken aback by the offer and the words and had not expected this. As the number of Breeders and traffic picked up around us as Mares were led away to be bred, I considered the Ambassador’s words. I knew he was right and this was a wonderful chance and said, “I agree your Excellency, but you understand the potential cost is high? Direct insemination carries many risks, but our medical staff will provide the best care they can. Once it takes though, your son will produce extremely infected cum and will convert anyone he fucks.” The Ambassador licked his lips and replied, “I understand and look forward to savoring his gifts. I have been tasting him since his first load.” I smiled at that, suddenly wishing that I had had such a bond with my own father. “One more thing your Excellency,” I said, “I – as you know- prefer to get fucked, so if you would be so kind and willing, I would ask for your assistance.” The Ambassador’s wide grin let his son know a deal had been struck and their lives would no longer be the same. I flagged Jonas to attend me, told him what I wanted, and as he left to get everything prepared I grabbed the Ambassdor’s hand and said, “I also have a special gift for your son. One of our Mares is a virgin. He has never been fucked, although he was fully infected by other means. I think we should make this a special evening,” and gave an evil grin as I explained to the Ambassador what I had in mind. My aide/butler Jonas soon returned, confirmed all was ready as ordered, and so I asked the Ambassador and his son to follow me. We followed Jonas up the sweeping staircase to my private suite on the second floor. In the middle of the bedroom floor stood one of my Stable Masters and tethered to the leather support post was the Mare I had told the Ambassador about. The boy was VERY young and had just reached the age of consent. He was one of many boys Dr Mike had found and funneled into the system and was much like I had been on my first visit to Dr Mike, except he was still a virgin and had never been fucked. The boy was shivering out of fear or eagerness, I don’t know which, it did not matter, as the Ambassador and his son walked around him and inspected him. His ass was pure white, no tan lines, but was soon striped red and raw as the Ambassador taught his son the joys of whipping an innocent bottom. The Ambassador’s son reached out to touch the boy’s dripping dick and was slapped by his father who said, “The only dick you touch or serve belongs to your superiors, do you understand? You are the master over this one, but our host, our host shall be the master over you, and I….oh I am his master as you shall see.” His son looked eagerly from his father, to me, back to the boy tied to the support post. They both got fully naked now and I watched as the Ambassador’s son swallowed his father’s dick with ease that comes only from experience. I finished my drink and decided it was time. The Mare bucked and cried out and tried to run when the Ambassador’s son entered him. I joined the Ambassador as we watched his son pound the Mare with no mercy, fucking him raw and using his ass for what it was meant for. The son quickly shot a load, but did not stop and the Ambassador smiled with pride as he licked his lips and said, “He is able to shoot several loads, so no worries.” As long as his son was enjoying himself, that is all that mattered. It was now time. The Ambassador knelt behind his son and was eagerly tonguing and slobbing on his asshole and I could tell they had played these roles many times as both moaned in unison and knew how best to position themselves for the ecstatic effect. Soon the Ambassador stood up and fingered his son’s ass until a ring of bright red blood marked the way. After several minutes, and another load up the Mare’s ass, the Ambassador stood up, and I took my place. My infected dick was dripping pre-cum and as I hesitated, the Ambassador knelt behind me and let his tongue begin to lube my ass. He pushed me slightly forward, so I pulled his son’s ass cheeks apart and on his next push back to thrust forward I met him full on and shoved my raw dick into his tight warm hole. The son yelped a little but my dick went balls deep. I could tell he had been fucked before for sure. Within seconds, as I then pushed back to meet his thrust, I was met with the stiff force of the Ambassador’s long dick forcing itself up in my ass. Dr Mike had taught me how amazing it felt to get fucked while I bred someone, and as I was a bottom at heart, this ‘helped’ ensure that whatever hole was on the end of my dick took a full load. It took a few strokes for us to all find our rhythm but soon as the son pushed back before thrusting forward into the Mare he was breeding, I pushed into him and as I pulled back, his father the Ambassador would go balls deep into me. The smell of cum and ass filled the room as we reveled in the hedonistic dance of lust and breeding. “Infect my son, give him your gift,” the Ambassador began saying. “Honor us with your deadly seed. GIVE MY SON YOUR AIDS!!!” The Ambassador’s dick swelled and began to fill me as he continued to beg me to breed his eldest and mark him forever. Soon the hot cum was washed away by a steady stream of dark and scalding piss as the Ambassador piss fucked me. The intense pressure was more than I could take and I begun to shoot a huge load of biohazard cum into the son’s ass. “OH PLEASE STOP!!!” the son cried as my cum began burrowed into his bloody walls and began to infect every cell. The Ambassador pushed our bodies forward, ensuring I did not pull out and that his son was crushed between my pulsing dick and the Mare he had been breeding. As my orgasm subsided, the Ambassador pulled his dripping dick out of my ass, knelt behind me and asked, “Please feed me?” So I did. I let a stream of cum and piss out of my hole and into his waiting mouth, all while keeping my charged cum leaking into the son’s ass. When my hole was dry, I pulled out of the son and the Ambassador scrambled forward quickly to eat every drop that might have escaped. His son was sweating profusely and was barely standing except for his weight being born by the Mare. I stepped away, told the Stable Master to be prepared, and as soon as the Ambassador finished, the Stable Master scooped up the son and carried him out of my suite to my medical team. The Ambassador licked his lips and watched in pride as his toxic boy was carried away. Yes, these two would serve me well. I was eager for another breeding and the Ambassador was happy to oblige me. Once we were done we cleaned up and rejoined the party. As I left the Ambassador he was eyeing Vince’s ass, which had been off limits during his training at Charles’ house, so I bet it would not be long before the Ambassador’s tongue and dick found their way into Vince’s hole. The ballroom was now thrumming as Breeders mounted Mares, the Stable Masters made sure those how had been bred were ready for the next Breeder, those who had already tested our stock compared notes, and my staff made sure everyone had drinks and anything else they may need. Everything was going as planned, the only question left is - Do you want to be a Mare? The Stables are open. Stay tuned for Chapter 4 – Southeast DC Breeders Market

The buddy I was waiting for I mentioned on 'last load' message last night came through. He's always fucked me raw even though he was neg and knew I was not. He recently converted and last night was the first time he had fucked me since he got his results. He moaned louder and got harder every time I said "Give me your poz cum" and he blew a a couple huge loads.

where the breeding tops with 10+ in the DMV?

Just took a hot, thick nutt from a buddy with 10+ - one of the Franklin Park boys who fuck me up then fuck me down. He said he wanted to 'jump up in it' and he did. At the end he had me wedged against the wall, holding my ankles flush to the wall as my back screamed in pain and he slammed my hole. I was begging him to stop then he started saying, "tell me where you want this nutt" and once I said in 'my ass', no limits left. I didn't know I had a 4th hole! Now waiting for a fuck buddy to come through, ass needs more!

CHAPTER 2 – Gangbanger Breeding - Sitting in a wooden chair near a small, barred window was a tall man with a short buzz cut, mustache, no shirt, and a muscled body with a number of tattoos. He was smoking a cigarette and was sitting in a relaxed manner with his legs spread wide, his left hand resting on his thigh as he looked at me and exhaled. Two similarly clad men who seemed a bit tense flanked him, and each had a pistol sticking out of the waistband of their pants. The man in the chair spoke, his voice was deep, mellow, and sounded so reassuring as he said, “I am Santos. Welcome, welcome, welcome to San Pedro Sula Corrections Facility – the most dangerous prison in Honduras and your new home.” In those first moments after the gates and door had closed behind me, and with Santos’ words ringing in my ears, I began to realize the reality of where I was. Even after I had been here a few weeks it still almost did not seem real, although the new scars and other marks – seen and unseen – attested otherwise. “Umm, I…I think there is a mistake. I was supposed to be taken to see my friend Humberto,” I stammered as my welcoming party looked at me with pity and humor. Santos stood up, calmly walked over to me, put his arm around my shoulder like and old friend and said, “Oh Little Papi, no no no, we are your friends, your family, me and my banger homeboys here. We saved you you see from all those terrible pigs and dogs that are the guards.” As I stood shaking, Santos inhaled on his cigarette, blew out a large cloud of acrid smoke and continued, “Word reached us about what a nice, sweet ass you have and the Boss needs a new wife, so here we are. Once we go beyond that door, you belong to the El Capo, the boss, and are his only unless he says otherwise, but for now, for now I think my homeboys here would like a little taste.” With that Santos sauntered back over to his chair by the window, sat down and lit up another cigarette. The guy who had let me in went over to his friends, set his gun on the floor, came back to where I was standing, loosened his belt and let his pants drop to the floor revealing a long and eager looking dick. He turned me around, tugged on my pants and without even really thinking about it I just automatically undid my zipper and slid my pants down and bent over. There was no foreplay, not even a finger up my ass as he started to shove his dick into my well used, and still cum filled hole, and started to pump. “Ah no no. Turn around asshole,” Santos said, “We don’t want to see the back of your ass, we have all seen that before. Let us see our new friend.” The guy fucking me yanked his hard dick our of my ass making me cry out, a trail of cum following his dick and staining my pants as he shuffled me around so I was now facing Santos and his two homeboys, and then he proceeded to fuck me again. This man had no skill fucking, but his nice long dick more than made up for his amateur performance. His two ganger homeboys were vigorously rubbing their dicks through their pants and were speaking to him fast and furious in Spanish, I assume egging him on. Looking at Santos, still casually sitting in his chair, the only indication of interest he seemed to express was a tightening around his eyes as he focused in on the now copious amounts of cum dripping out of hole with every thrust and what I believe was a growing bulge in his pants. The guy fucking me shot his load with a loud, “Puta madre!” and as soon as he pulled out and stepped off, he was replaced by one of his homeboys. This one was a little rougher and more aggressive and lasted hardly 10 strokes, but shot a tremendous load soon followed by a thick load from the third, and final guy. Santos gave me a wicked smile making the tear drop tat on his cheek jump in excitement when his boys had finished, “Yes, I believe you can handle El Capo quite well. Now, come, let me show you around a little and take you to him.” I was disappointed as from the look of the ever-growing bulge in Santos’ pants he was beyond hung, the man had a big old donkey dick, and while his guys were all good, my ass was begging for even more now. I grudgingly pulled up my pants as the other guys finished pulling themselves together, Santos stood, walked back over to me, put his arm around my shoulder again, and guided me to a door on the opposite end of the room as we followed one of his guys and were trailed by the two others who were now openly carrying their guns. As we crossed the “linea de la muerte” – the line of death – separating the area of the prison run by the guards from the area run by the inmates, I thought that this was clearly not like any prison I had ever heard of and as I eyed their guns I shivered a little even though it was hot and stifling. Santos squeezed my shoulder and pulled me along with him as he walked and began speaking in his calm, mellow way. I was intoxicated by the smell of his sweat and the strength in his arm and glanced down to see if his dick was still hard – yes, it was – damn I wanted him to just stop and fuck me! Santos began his welcoming speech as we walked, “I grew up in Los Angeles, but got deported back here several years ago and soon ended up here. El Capo grew up in the U.S. too, many of us did before we got sent back. Fucking INS. We, the prisoners, control everything beyond this point. The guards do not bother us, we do not bother them, and we have an understanding that benefits us all, especially when it comes to business.” With that remark he smiled at me, then continued, “The prison was built for 800 but we have over 2,100 inmates, many of them are murderers, rapists, and worse, but don’t worry, you are safe with us, well safe enough. Most of us however are here because of our gang affiliations and just being an identified gang member can get you sent here. The government wants to send a message you see to the United States and others that they are tough. Bull shit!! But, we adjust, this is home, and less like a prison than a small town.” I could suddenly hear a cacophony of noise as we stepped out onto a walkway on the second floor overlooking part of a courtyard area. I stopped and stared as below us was what looked like a market with vendor stalls, and there were dozens of people milling about including women and children and even chickens and dogs. What the fuck? Santos explained, “This is el Mercado, part of our market. If you have the money or the right item to barter, you can get anything you want down there from a cell phone to a prostitute. The vendors are all prisoners, and some have their wives and children come during the day to help them. The prisoners often make enough money to support their families on the outside, the guards get their cut, the gangs get their cut, we get ours, and everyone is happy, you see?” No, actually I didn’t, but was fascinated. As we walked Santos continued to steer me with his arm around my shoulder, “We, my homeboys and I, we are part of a ‘non-aligned’ group who are in charge of the mercado, the canteen, and other neutral zones as well as all the various little businesses. Some may call us a gang, but that does not really fit. We have gangs here including MS-13, Calle 18, Control Machete, Crezi Kids, and others. Almost everyone belongs to a gang, you must, but the gangs all realized that they needed a better way to run the mercado and other businesses and so you have us. El Capo is elected by the leaders of all the gangs, but once chosen, he leaves his gang affiliation behind and becomes just El Capo, same for the rest of us. Our past is the past. Business is business. All very civilized don’t you think?” Santos laughed loud and deep with that and I could only shake my head as my confusion grew. We had left the market behind and had been ushered through a dorm where the prisoner beds were stacked three high, many covered with various bits of fabric or blankets to create the illusion of privacy. The heat in here was beyond stifling even though there were some large industrial fans built into the wall and several old air conditioning units were sputtering in the few windows I could see. The men sitting on the bunks watched us as we went by and most of them had a look of loss and despair in their eyes. “These are the lucky ones,” Santos said, “Everything in here costs, including a place to sleep, and for say 1,000 lempiras or $50 U.S. a month, they can have one of these beds. For 15,000 lempiras they could get a room with a cell door, to share of course, but still, it is safer then being here. For those without the money, well, there are plenty of floors around to lay on.” By now we had entered an area of the prison that was less crowded and we were greeted at a double wide, cell door by two men holding what looked like AK-47 machine guns. They nodded at Santos who smiled, they unlocked the door, and we walked through. I could see a large room through a door to the right, one to the left, and a set of stairs leading up. Everyone stopped and looked at us as we entered. I would soon learn this was the main area of the gang’s business. It was where money was collected, rents paid, requests for help submitted, and more. Santos lead me up the stairs. The second floor was laid out the same way and was also fairly busy. This was where the more valuable business, like drug sales, were handled, and also the floor where Santos and his homeboys had their rooms. We proceeded to the third floor and I was surprised at how dark it was as the windows were all covered and only one bare bulb in the room gave the faintest of illumination. There was a large wooden table with several men sitting around it, all smoking something much stronger than cigarettes and drinking heavily as several empty bottles of Guaro and Tequila attested to. Off to the side was an ornate table with white lace runner and in the middle, a 2-foot statue of the Virgin Mary, her baby blue robes darkened by the soot of the burning candles surrounding her. Santos spoke to them briefly then ushered me into the room to the right. This room also had a table, a few chairs, a TV, some boxes. There was an open doorway in front of us and Santos pointed and said, “That is where you will sleep, cook for El Capo, the bathroom is back there too. He can afford the best there is here, so you are lucky you don’t have to shit in a ditch outside with the pigs.” We then walked to the back of the room we were in and Santos opened a wood door and stepped in. I followed and welcomed the rush of much cooler air from the humming air conditioner in the window. Santos closed the door, gestured and said, “El Capo.” I looked at the man lying on the bed. He was average build, looked to be in his 40s maybe, was naked to I could see he too had a number of scars and tats including a big MS tattooed on his chest. El Capo was snoring, but he must have been dreaming as his legs and arms twitched as did his huge bull dick that was flopped across his right thigh. I licked my lips. “El Capo,” Santos said as he shook him awake. El Capo muttered, rubbed his eyes, rolled over and looked at us. “Well it’s about God damn fucking time,” he said. “Come on bitch, suck my polla.” Santos patted my back and whispered in my ear, “I will check on you later.” El Capo had rolled onto his back, and raised both arms to place his hands over his eyes. The smell of liquor was strong so he must have been hung over. I knelt down beside the bed eyeing his huge bull dick. His foreskin looked dry and crusted as I gently peeled it back to expose the head of his dick. The head was perfectly sized for his thick shaft and I inhaled his scent as I began to lick and suckle on it. El Capo’s right hand pushed me away, “Let me see your ass, show me that pretty white culo.” I stood up, got naked, turned around and showed him my glistening pink hole. He purred, the bed creaked as he got up, I felt him start squeezing my ass cheeks, kneading them like he was preparing fresh dough for a pie. El Capo started rubbing his big bull dick back and forth across my ass, “Get on the bed,” he said. I did as he ordered and got doggy style, but he pushed me flat, climbed onto my back and tried working his dick into my ass. He had gone soft, so he had me suck him some more then tried again. Still no luck, damn! I was frustrated to have so much raw dick so close and nothing happening. El Capo then had me flip onto my back, raised my legs, stroked his dick and then managed to get his head part way into my hole. I relaxed as much as I could and finally his dick responded, thickened up nice and hard and El Capo slid it in balls deep making me gasp in awe and wonder. I had taken some good size dicks since I arrived in Honduras, but his was the biggest yet. Raw dick was great – huge raw dick was amazing! He was so deep in me I could not believe it. My eyes were closed in ecstasy as El Capo wrapped his arms around my neck pulling my face into his shoulder as he nestled his head next to mine and said, “Oh bitch, feel that wet culo open up for me. Damn you’re wet! You like this gangbanger dick up in there, huh? Tell me how much you like it, tell me how good it feels, tell me you want, tell me wife, tell me you want your hubby’s dick.” He then moved his hands down and started pinching and rubbing my nipples, “Give me your titties baby, let me feel your titties, oh give me your wet wet hole, that’s it, that’s it, oh shit, be a good wife baby, take my cum, take my leche, oh yeah, take my leche NOW!!!!!!!!!” El Capo’s whole body tensed then shuddered as his swollen dick bred my raw hole, topping off my tank and filling me up with more Honduran cum. He slid off me onto the side of the bed by the wall and told me to hand him a bottle of Guaro that was sitting on the floor by the bed. I did, he took several long gulps, handed it back to me, laid back down and promptly fell asleep. I lay there for a while then got up, got dressed and went out into the other room. I did not hear any voices coming from the central room and peeked around the corner. The men were gone, the table was empty, so I turned and walked into the kitchen/store room. There were shelves lined with all kinds of food, one window at the front, a small propane stove, a couple dinged up pots, a small fridge that seemed to be running, and to the back, behind a partially opened curtain I saw a small alcove with a bed and a chair. I guess that as my room. I continued on into the bathroom, which also had a window, a cracked toilet, a large sink, and in the corner a rigged up shower that was fed from a leaking pipe that ran in from the outside through the window. I was surprised at how clean everything seemed to be. I had just dropped my pants and was ready to sit on the toilet when I was startled by a guy at the door, “Hi,” he said with a cherubic smile as he extended his hand. It was a little awkward with my pants down, but I shook his hand in return. “I’m Miguel. Santos told me you were here. We’re going to be good friends.” He looked like he was about 13, a kid in prison? So I asked, “How old are you Miguel?” He puffed out his chest and looked a little indignant as he said, “I’m 18! I’m a man. I do lots of thinks for El Capo. He trust me!” “Easy man,” I said. “I was just curious, I believe you. Nice to meet you. I would appreciate a friend right now I think.” Miguel’s smile lit up the little bathroom. His face then took on a serious cast as he said in a softer voice, “Did El Capo, hmm, did you, you know, hmmm….” I did not know all the rules of this place yet, but had watched TV shows enough to know probably best to keep my mouth shut, so I did not say anything. I guess Miguel took my silence as an invitation as he stepped over, reached over and stroked my dick several times while rubbing his dick through his pants. I mumbled, “Umm, we better not man. I uh, no we better not.” Miguel smiled again as he said, “It’s OK, I like to fuck too,” and dropped his jeans, letting his nice dick pop straight out. I sighed, turned around, braced myself against the window sill as Miguel started licking my neck and jack fucking me. El Capo’s cum that had been deposited so deep up my ass was now running in streams down my leg. Miguel was sweating hard and pounding me deep and loud when we were interrupted, “Enough!” Miguel jumped back and I turned to see Santos standing in the doorway, his face like a storm cloud as he glowered at us. “Get out,” he said to Miguel. Once Miguel left Santos walked over to me, put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed a little tighter then before and said, “Did El Capo tell you to do that? Be careful Little Papi of who you take orders from or says they are culero. Miguel is nothing. Just a boy who has lived here since he was little, an orphan, a runner, and errand boy, a nobody. Did you please El Capo?” I was scared, and shaking again a little as I said, “Yeah, I think so. He then drank some more and I think he passed out again.” Santos laughed, “Yes, that’s the way he is most of the time these days, so no worries. So back to the issue at hand,” he said as he looked at me, while he took his left hand and ran it up and down my side, reaching back a little to grab my ass and pull me closer to him. Santos was rubbing his dick through his pants with his right hand, “I think Little Papi can’t get enough dick can you? Hmmm….” As he seemed lost in thought a moment. “You ready to take some charged up cum now Little Papi?” Santos said. My heart skipped a beat with fear and excitement as I realized I was going to get more raw dick and a load of cum full of the HIV bug. Stay Tuned for Chapter 3 – Chasing the Bug in the Ganbanger Herd of Breeders

San Pedro Sula Prison: A Bug Chaser's Dream - Chapter 1 - Dear Cousin – It has been 19 months, 21 days as far as I can tell since I was last able to contact you. I am not sure if you will get this or not, but I wanted to try and had these letters/my diary smuggled out in a Pringles can, with a promise that it would be mailed. I just wanted you to know I was alive and well, but please do not tell anyone in the family or the authorities! If you do, my life would be at risk and I would be killed as well as the man I love and my new family. I have always told you and Dale how much I admired your relationship and that I hoped to find that for myself someday, a man who truly loves me, and I have!! Although not in the way I would have ever imagined. You have always enjoyed the stories of my sexual escapades, so am sure you will find much in here to enjoy as well. Take care, all my best, and I will be in touch again if I can and someday, maybe someday, if all works as planned, you will see me again and my new man. Love – Your Cousin I needed a break. Work and life had become too much and I just went through a bad breakup. My boyfriend had caught me looking at some websites about barebacking and HIV fetish/bug chasing and also found some of my letters to you Cousin where I talked about the fantasy and asked if you and Dale fucked each other raw and he freaked. He accused me of cheating, of risking his health, of being stupid, and more. No matter how much I tried to explain it was just curiosity, he would not believe me, and so we went our separate ways. While I had not cheated or ever barebacked, that was the truth, but my interest was more than curiosity. I was fascinated and jerked off every day thinking about my boyfriend fucking me raw, or some stranger infecting me, and felt that we were missing out on an important connection in our relationship. So, I planned a vacation to San Pedro Sula, Honduras, the second largest city in the country and about a 3-hour drive from Copan, a Mayan site I had read about and wanted to visit. The heat was the first thing I noticed when I got off the plane as it is always 80-90 degrees here and I came in May, the hottest month of the year. The taxi from the airport had no air conditioning so I was happy to get to my room at the Hilton Princess hotel and relax a bit. As soon as I checked in I approached the concierge whose name tag said HUMBERTO, he was about 50 and I told him I would like to go see the city if he could find me a taxi that I could hire for the afternoon as I wanted to do several stops. Then I quietly tried to ask him about any gay bars, including a dance bar I found online called Spot. I was not sure he understood that part although he spoke pretty good English, so thanked him, gave him a nice tip, went to my room and two hours later he called, said he had a driver for me, and so I went to the lobby. Humberto was now in his street clothes and met me by the elevator. I asked, “Where do I find the taxi?” He shook my hand and said, “No, no taxi, I will drive you, anyplace you want to go, $50 U.S., ok?” Sounded like a good plan to me and made me feel safer since he worked at the hotel. We hopped into his car and he took me to the Central Park, drove me around the city, told me a bit about the history as the city was founded in 1536, took me to the Guamilito Market, then to the Circunvalacion – the night district – for dinner where I invited him to join me. Once I finished dinner I figured it was now or never, so I asked him again about gay bars and Spot. “You like men?” Humberto asked with a lecherous smile, “Yes, well that place is OK, but very crowded and mostly, hmm how you say, children. Young ones. I know a better place for you I think.” I watched the city go by as he drove me to our next destination. Humberto parked, told me to follow him, and we then walked about a block and half to a nondescript door and entered. The bar was bigger than I expected and fairly crowded with a nice mix of men. “This is where the local men go,” Humberto said, “Better for you, no?” as he rubbed his crotch and laughed. I laughed too, we sat at the bar and Humberto ordered us both drinks – Guaro. I always drank beer and very rarely drank liquor, so was soon feeling good and buzzed, and wicked horny. Being surrounded by all those men, in a foreign place, wanting to be fucked so bad, made my dick hard. It did not help that several guys were getting pretty hot and heavy at a few of the tables and there was a pretty constant stream of guys going in and out of a back door that had a curtain over it. I assumed it was where the bathrooms were, but some of the guys were coming back out with clear hardons, so I assumed something more was going on. Humberto and I were joined by a couple of his friends including a guy who was about 23, clean shaven, wavy black hair, and hot as fuck! His name was Ernesto and it was clear he was as interested in me as I was in him and I soon found myself following him back through the curtained door. There was a short hallway with a bathroom with no door on either side. A few steps along the hall opened into a large backroom with a couple of couches, a few chairs, and several guys in the midst of various sex acts. Ernesto’s long, uncut dick was soon out and in my mouth. He tasted like he had not showered all day and I loved the smell and taste of his funk! I ran my tongue around his foreskin, savoring his musk as his dick responded, swelled, and got hard and throbbing. While I sucked him, one of the other men in the room came over and stuck his dick in my face, jacking it hard, as he and Ernesto chatted in Spanish. I did not know what they were saying and did not care as I continued sucking. Ernesto stood me up, had me bend over and as he began licking at my ass and making me moan, his friend came around and fed me his dick. He was not as big as Ernesto, but was uncut too and tasted even better as his dick was coated and slick with precum. He was close. I had not swallowed a load in years since before my ex and I had gotten together and had only ever played safe, even with oral sex. The thought of it made me hot and horny, and scared. No, I couldn’t, so I kind of pushed him away, shook my head, as he mumbled and went back and said something to Ernesto. Ernesto stopped eating my ass, stood up, and I felt his dripping dick begin sliding up and down my ass crack. I looked back and saw his friend was standing beside him, watching and jerking his dick hard. God that felt good. I wanted to get fucked so bad. “Please use a condom,” I said. “Si, condom,” Ernesto replied. He continued rubbing his dick in my ass crack as he got harder and harder. I suddenly felt a hot, wet splatter on my ass crack and left cheek. I turned and saw that Ernesto’s friend was jacking super fast and hard and shooting his load onto my ass. I started to stand up just as Ernesto’s dick forced itself into outer ring. “NO – DON’T FUCK ME RAW – YOU NEED A CONDOM!” I cried out. I tried stepping away from his dick but Ernesto was holding my hips hard and I was not able to move as he continued to use his buddy’s cum as lube to fuck me. The Guaro, mixed with my fascination with bareback sex, and the amazing feeling of his raw dick in my ass quickly eliminated all resistance in my mind to what was happening. “Si, condom”, Ernesto said again as his pushed deeper into my ass. I could not believe how amazing his dick felt! Taking a dick raw was better than I had imagined. The heat from his dick against my skin, the friction, being able to feel his head, his shaft, holy fuck it was unbelievable!! I arched my back, pushed my ass back, and begged Ernesto to fuck me. Ernesto picked up his pace, started speaking Spanish really fast, and I then felt him cum in my ass. MY FIRST LOAD OF CUM!!! I was surprised that I could actually feel it. I felt every spurt, every hot drop, and was so lost in that I barely noticed when he started to slide out of my ass. Ernesto pulled up his pants, smiled, said, “Gracias,” and then waited for me to pull my pants up and follow him back out to the bar where he said goodbye and left. Humberto gave me a knowing smile as he handed me a fresh Guaro drink and said, “Good place, no? I knew you would like it here.” I could barely speak as my mind replayed over and over what had just happened. It was not long before I found myself following another of Humerto’s friends into the back and was begging for him to cum in me. I wanted to feel raw dick again and more hot cum. I had never felt anything like that. I was a bit drunk by this point so ended up lying on the arm of the couch to keep myself steady. He shot his load and as he pulled out, a stream of fresh cum began running down my leg. I did not care, I just wanted to bred again and stayed in position with my ass up and freshly lubed with cum for more dick. I did not have to wait as my hole was soon filled with more dick intent on breeding me. I took two more loads before Humberto came back and found me. “Time we should go. Grande goma for you tomorrow. Come on,” he said. Humberto helped me stand, get my pants up, then steered me as I stumbled to his car. My body was drunk, but my mind seemed so clear. I was angry for what my ex had denied me for so long, and ecstatic at what had just happened. We arrived back at the Hilton and Humberto took me in a back door and helped me up to my room. I plopped onto the bed as he undressed me and through my drunk fog realized Humberto was rubbing my ass. He was not really my type, but I wanted more cum, so I started wiggling my ass and moaning to invite him in as he fingered my cum filled hole. “Suck my polla, suck my dick, Humberto said as he pulled his finger out and I rolled over. I was surprised how big his dick was! Damn! I greedily got on my knees and scooted forward so I could suck him deep, giving myself a little carpet burn in the process. Humberto’s uncut dick was a good 10 inches and very thick and while Ernesto smelled and tasted musky, Humberto’s dick was ripe and sour. It drew me in like ants to a picnic as I sniffed, licked, and sucked him. My knees ached, so I stood up, plopped onto the bed on my back, grabbed my ankles and begged, “Please fuck me, come on man, I want your cum, PLEASE!!” “Hmm, such a pretty culo. That ass got much leche, umm cum tonight, no? You want me to wear this,” Humberto said as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and waved it at me. I had a second where a warning flashed through my mind about safe sex, but I knew what I wanted, no what I needed. “NO – NO CONDOM!” I said as I fingered my ass a little and let some of the cum dribble out. I wanted it now, so Humberto got undressed, stroked his dick a few times, and once he was nice and hard and leaned forward and entered my wet ass. Raw dick was the best thing ever!!! I didn’t care what Humberto looked like, he had a huge nice dick and he was fucking me bareback. He was bigger than anyone else I had taken that night, so it hurt a bit, but in a good way, and as I jacked my dick my ass relaxed, and Humberto was soon balls deep and pushing all the cum I had taken earlier further and further up my ass. Humberto fucked me for quite awhile. My legs were cramping and I was almost ready to ask him to stop when he tensed, picked up the pace and unloaded in me. I did not feel him cum, but knew it was a big load as cum started running out of my hole with every thrust. Humberto pulled his dripping dick from my ass, and sighed as I got back on my knees and licked him clean. The taste of the cum was unexpected and was kind of rank, but I wanted it all. As I licked his shaft I noticed some streaks of red – blood – and realized he had torn me up a little when he fucked. Right then I didn’t care and just kept cleaning him off. I finished and Humberto said, “Copan, I know a good way to go. I can take you tomorrow if you like? Say $200 U.S.? Yes? I will be here at 9:00, pack everything and check out and when we get back I will have my friends at the front desk upgrade your room, Yes?” I mumbled yes and collapsed onto the bed as Humberto left. The prediction was right, I had a wicked goma, or hangover the next morning, but the strong coffee and big breakfast helped. It was not until I was on my second cup of coffee that I thought about the risks I had taken last night. Had those guys been clean? What about HIV? What about other diseases? I felt a bit guilty and unsure, but as soon as I focused on how good the raw dick and cum felt in me that all disappeared and I was overcome with the need for more. Humberto was true to his word, was there at 9:00 and helped me with my bags and soon we were off to Copan. The ruins were amazing and we even found a spot where I bent over and took a thick load from Humberto. For an older guy he was a great fuck and the excitement of being fucked raw, outdoors, added to the intensity. It was late in the day before we started back and Humberto said he wanted to take a different route. I didn’t care and just sat back to enjoy the ride. As we got back to the city Humberto slowed the car, and pulled over. We stopped in front of a cinder block building that had a couple military/police looking trucks parked in front. Humberto stopped the car and said, “Wait here, I just need to see somebody.” I nodded and slumped in the car seat and closed my eyes. It had been a long day and I was still feeling last night’s fun. I was suddenly awakened by someone pounding on the car window and shining a flashlight into my eyes. I came awake as they opened the door and as I got out of the car and my eyes adjusted saw the man who had awakened me was in some sort of uniform. Looked like police. He ushered me through a metal grill door, through a couple rooms, and into a room where Humberto was standing speaking to a man behind a desk. The man behind the desk smiled and said, “So, you are the tragaleche, the fresa? Hmm,” and then started speaking in Spanish again to Humberto. I was not sure what they were saying until Humberto said, “He asked if you were the, ummm, milk drinker, you know, swallow cum, and the gay. They want to fuck. These are friends, it is OK. I told them you had a bueno culo, a good ass, so here, suck me.” The policeman who had escorted me in closed the door to the office we were in as I knelt on the concrete floor and started sucking Humberto’s dick. “No, stand,” he said, so I stood up, dropped my pants, and leaned over as the man behind the desk came around. The man ran a hand over my ass, then up my back and down to my ass as I got Humberto hard. I heard him unzip his pants and he said something to Humberto as he pushed his dick into my hole. He was not that big, so it did not hurt at all when he went in. My ass was pretty sweaty, so no lube was needed and the load Humberto had given me earlier made me pretty wet inside. He and Humberto talked to each other as he fucked and I don’t know if it was dirty talk or what. Even though I know Spanish now, I don’t remember their exact words as I was not paying attention to anything except my excitement of getting some more raw dick. The guy fucking me did not last long at all and as he came he froze, his dick twitching in my ass the only sign of him breeding me with more Honduran cum. He pulled out, said something to the guard who had brought me in from the car and went and sat back down at his desk as I continued to suck Humberto while the guard fucked me. The man behind the desk started speaking to Humberto again and it sounded like they were arguing. Humberto pulled his dick out of my mouth, so I put one hand on the desk to keep my balance as the guard fucking me continued. He had a nice thick dick, and I was enjoying being taken raw. All my fantasies had come true on this trip. What else could happen to make it any more memorable? Well, I soon found out. The guard continued pumping my ass as Humberto and the man behind the desk’s voices got more intense, but then calmed and they shook hands. Humberto turned and said to me, “My friend here, he has Guaro he wants to share with you. I told him how much you like. He also has some, how you say, others, like him, he thinks you will like, OK? I will come back in a bit for you.” And with that Humberto left me along in the room with the man behind the desk and the guard fucking me. The man behind the desk said something to guard fucking me who stopped, pulled his dick out of my ass and said in halting English, “Come on. We go for fun.” I pulled my pants up and followed him through a door in the back of the office as the man behind the desk smiled. We walked down several halls that were painted a light green half way up. I noticed bars over the windows and started asking what was going on. The guard said nothing, opened a door and motioned me in. There were a couple other guards in the room sitting around a wooden table playing cards, smoking, and drinking as a black and white TV played in the background. My escort said something to them, they smiled, nodded, and all started speaking really fast. The guard sitting on the right took his black booted feet off the table, grabbed the bottle of Guaro, poured a drink into a dirty empty glass, pushed it towards me and said, “Hello friend, here, drink up.” I looked at the guards. Each was dressed in a navy blue uniform with cold edged lapels on their shoulders, patches on each upper arm, and blue caps with gold writing on it. I glanced about the room and noticed a couple machine guns in the corner and suddenly started thinking I was not just in some army barracks or something. This was something more. I had a feeling I was going to need it so I grabbed the drink, guzzled it down, and held out the glass for more. The guards all smiled, laughed, and filled the cup for me to empty again. The guard who had handed me the drink was rubbing his crotch now and said, “We have not been home in days. We have not been able to see our wives and our friend told us you are a good wife. You like being fucked?” I nodded yes as I grabbed the bottle and emptied it into my glass. “Good, good,” the guard continued, “We like to fuck chucha, or pussy as you say, so let us see your chucha my amiga.” I dropped my pants, sat in an empty chair and took off my shoes, slipped my pants off and set them on the chair, took of my shirt, then bent over and showed the three guards my ass. “Give me your leche, por favor,” I begged. Humberto had taught me a couple words of Spanish, my new favorite being leche for cum. The scraping of chairs being pushed back from the table resounded in the room as all three guards stood up. Soon hands were fondling my ass, my nipples, and I was hoping they were enjoying what they were seeing. I soon had confirmation they were as I was led into a side room that had a couple cots lined up against one wall. The first guard bent me over and tried shoving his hard dick up my ass. He had a really big dick head and was having a hard time going in. I then felt a cold liquid being poured over my ass as the guard who had handed me the drink poured some Guaro out of a fresh bottle down the crack of my ass and then took a big swig. I stood up as far as I could and tilted my head as he filled my throat from the new bottle. The liquor was really kicking in and helped relax my ass enough for the guard’s dick to start working up my hole. He lost patience though and slammed it in, making me cry out as his buddies and he continued speaking to each other. One of the other guards stuffed my mouth with a dick that was about seven inches as the guard with the Guaro bottle watched and jacked. I was in full cum pig mode now and wanted raw dick and cum. I wanted to be bred and begged again, “Give me your leche, por favor, give me your leche, por favor.” Each guard in turn unloaded a hot, thick load of cum up my ass and I even got two fresh loads down my throat. When they finished and we went back to the outer room I went to get my clothes off the chair when the guard stopped me, “No, no my friend. Here sit, have a drink.” I thought Humberto must be waiting for me and told them so, but he just laughed and said, “Umm, yes, soon.” A couple drinks later the door opened and I stood up when I saw the guard who had got me out of the car knowing Humberto must be here now for sure. He stepped into the room, followed by three other guards. As they all crowded into the small room and the din of Spanish drowned out all other noise, I suddenly felt very exposed and unsure, and decided I wanted to go. I grabbed my clothes and stepped to the door, but was blocked. One of the new guards smiled at me, turned me around, stuck a finger up my cum filled ass, pulled it out, turned me around and fed it to me as his friends all laughed. He then took my clothes, tossed them back on the chair and led me into the room with the cots, followed by the other new guards. This was how the rest of the night went. I was fucked raw and used and bred by a number of the guards. After the first four or five I stopped counting, but I think at least 10 or 12 different guards fucked me and some of them bred me multiple times. The Guaro kept me just drunk enough that frankly I did not care and so got into just taking raw dick and the rest did not matter. This was the most wild and craziest and amazing sex I had ever had! Hours later I was laying on one of the cots, my body wet from sweat and cum. The next man who came in was the one who had been sitting behind the desk when I arrived. He wrinkled his nose, looked at me in disgust, then tossed me my clothes. I asked, “Is Humberto here?” He just motioned for me to come, so I followed him out of the now empty room and down a series of winding corridors. We passed a few windows and I was shocked to realize it was getting daylight out. Holy fuck, I had been there all night. As we went through a few sets of cell like gates or doors, we passed several guards who all smiled, laughed, whooped at me, and a couple slapped or pinched my ass. I thought I recognized a couple of them, but frankly, having been face down almost the entire night really could not say. At the last locked cell gate, I stopped and looked at the words over the door that even through the chipped paint could still be made out, words that I would later learn meant CAUTION – PRISONERS. Immediately beyond the locked gate was a metal door. My escort knocked, the door opened, he stood to the side and motioned for me to step in a head of him. I walked into the room and stepped past the guy who had opened the door. He was not a guard, that was for sure and as I looked about the room my escort and the new guy exchanged some words and I turned to see the guard accept a wad of bills. He looked at me, not a sign of emotion on his face, the metal door closed and he was gone. I stepped further into the room as the guy who had closed the door pushed me forward a little. Sitting in wooden chair near a small, barred window was a tall man with a short buzz cut, mustache, no shirt, and a muscled body with a number of tattoos. He was smoking a cigarette and was sitting in a relaxed manner with his legs spread wide, his left hand resting on his thigh as he looked at me and exhaled. He was flanked by two similarly clad men who seemed a bit tense. The man in the chair spoke, his voice was deep, mellow, and sounding so reassuring as he said, “I am Santos. Welcome, welcome, welcome to San Pedro Sula Corrections Facility – the most dangerous prison in Honduras and your new home.” Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – Gangbanger Breeding

Uncle Jack – A Day on the Run This is quick look at how Uncle Jack (from the story Uncle Jack attacks – The Kidnap) spent one of his first day’s on the run. The stench from the garbage strewn about the room, and probably a dead animal or two stuck in the wall or some shit, filled his nose. Uncle Jack had no choice at the moment but to lay low, and lay low in the places where even he would not want to go. He paced the room and Uncle Jack was proud of his last little tweek and hoped his note to the boy reminding him “You will be mine” enraged Deacon. Your enemies get careless when they are angry, so game on. He would get what he wanted and that boy would be his and the next time he got his hands on him, no fucking limits this time – he will pay and his ass will be so shredded and used that only Uncle Jacks dick will feel anything. In the meantime, Uncle Jack plopped into a chair, deeply out of breath, as the boy he had just bred raw and likely infected tried to stay conscious. This one was not ready at all, but Uncle Jack had needs, didn’t he? And what does this or the trail of others matter. They are all expendable, all except the one that got away. That one – that one was special and Uncle Jack had truly thought the boy enjoyed it when Uncle Jack used him as a fuck toy. No he knows he did as there was no denying that the boy was a dick and AIDs slut who could not get enough of him when they first met in DC. He may deny, but Uncle Jack knew it to be true. Uncle Jack also hoped that the vial of his blood he had been able to get away with would help him better understand what Deacon had done and what the boy had become. There was much more going on here then he could quite yet understand, but that would change. He mind could not help it and went back to thinking about the boy, all tied up on the table, his hole begging to be used. It was hard for Uncle Jack to find someone to fuck like he wanted. Everyone thought having a horse dick was a gift, well sometimes it was a curse and he learned early on if he was going to truly enjoy himself, he had to put the word out to send him someone well prepped, or he had to just take it. At about 6”4, 220 pounds, football player build, taking what he wanted was not usually a problem and if it was, well the drugs or his crew could resolve any reticence. He knew he was not an attractive man with his missing teeth, but there was no denying he was all man – an alpha man – with a beard, hairy chest, and a monster dick that put most men to shame. His brooding was interrupted by his new crew who strode into the room, guns and dick for hire is all they were, but until Uncle Jack got the situation a little more under control would do. Uncle Jack lit up a pipe, and hit some of the best rock he had had in days. Being on the run had disrupted his supply chain, but that would change. As the high rushed over him, Uncle Jack’s dick swelled and drooled. His crew were now dragging the whimpering, bloody boy out of the room when Uncle Jack stopped them, “Did I tell you I was done with him? Do you see what I’ve got going on here? Either drop him and don’t come back until I call you or one of you better drop your pants right now because I WILL FUCK ASS AND I DON’T FRANKLY CARE WHOSE.” The crew dropped the poor kid like a sack of potatoes. His whimpering was full on crying hysteria now. Uncle Jack enjoyed hearing men beg and cry and scream. He and Deacon had that in common for sure and Uncle Jack respected that. Admired it even and had been inspired by some of the tortuous sex he had seen Deacon deliver, so Deacon of all people should understand what had been done to his new, precious boy. The flame flickered and the smoke billowed as Uncle Jack took several long hits, let it settle in, then calmly got up, his horse dick swaying as he walked and the cries of the boy filling the room. Uncle Jack picked the boy up, grabbed him by the hips and impaled him balls deep like a flesh light. The boy got all quiet so Uncle jack slapped his face to bring him back around. If he could not have the one he wanted, the one he had would have to due and would have to pay for Uncle Jack being denied. The crew was sitting in a semi-circle, their own pipes hot and smoking and the porn playing on the little TV/VCR combo they had just was not doing it. The screams of the boy rose and fell as Uncle Jack exacted his punishment and for his crew, it was all just too much. The rock and tortuous soundtrack had them hard and dripping and it was not long before the two large men in the crew started eyeing their younger, and smaller comrade. A silent agreement was reached and soon their comrade was chewing on the floorboards as his buddies took turns emulating their new employer and inflicted a no holds fucks. The poor, unsuspecting crew member didn’t know what was happening until it was too late as one of his new crew mates held his arms and hands down while the other pulled his pants down tearing the zipper into tiny little chunks of metal flack that clinged and clanged against the floor. Without even the benefit of spit, the first guy slam fucked his ass, ripping his hole wide and soon a trail of blood added new stains to the old floor. His screams begging them to stop were somewhat muffled as his assailant pushed his face harder into the floor as he fucked him like a whore he had just picked up on the corner. The 9-inch dick finished up quickly, the guys switched positions, and the second crew member entered him just as rough and raw. All he could think about was he was not gay! He didn’t like dick! But his own dick betrayed him as it fought and strained to hard under the weight of two men. “You’re our bitch now,” he heard them say, “We’re gonna breed you anytime we please and you know what, if you try to run or say shit to anybody, you know what happens to snitches around here.” The second load of cum bred him deep and when they let him go and he rolled over they both laughed as his dick was hard and begging for attention. “See bro, I knew he would like it. Look at that!” The screams from the back room had stopped, Uncle Jack opened the door and stepped out, dripping in sweat, blood, ass juice and cum. He looked at his still partially naked crew members, his eyes focusing in on the one who just got fucked and said as he patted his engorged dick, “You. It seems the one I got in here just cannot handle what I got today, so come on. I got some good rock and you and I, we going to have a good old time.” The former anal-virgin’s ass quivered in excitement and fear as he looked at Uncle Jack’s dick. It looked much bigger now for some reason and as he hesitated his crewmates dragged him up and pushed him forward, stumbling, until Uncle Jack latched onto him with his big hands and dragged him into the back and pushed him to a chair. He could not help begging, “Please stop, I don’t get fucked, really, please don’t.” Uncle Jack ignored him, picked up the used boy, tossed him into the other room and said, “Use him if you want, get rid of him, I don’t care. I am going to be in here a while and if you get any bright idea of trying to help your friend or interrupting me, you will be next, guaranteed. As Uncle Jack passed a fresh pipe to his next victim and watched as the crew boy lit up, took several long hits and his body visibly relaxed, while his dick grew. Uncle Jack smiled, works every time, and told him to keep hitting it good. After several more hits the boy could barely stand, so Uncle Jack took the pipe back from him, pushed him to his knees, and hit the pipe hard while his newest victim tried to suck his dick. Clearly the boy had never done this before, well that would all change. He could hear what was left of his crew fighting over the ass scraps he had given them. Yeah these boys were freaks. Good. This was just the beginning and as he mounted his second virgin hole of the day and the screams filled the whole house, Uncle Jack closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of a freshly abused hole. Yes, this would do just fine until he got the boy back he wanted as he imagined he was fucking him again, seeding him the way he was meant to be bred. Yes, just fine.

Just woke up and ass still dripping from the two big loads I took last night from a straight fuck buddy (Franklin Square Park type) I have mentioned a few times. A few months ago first time I tried 'infection' dirty talk with him, got him really hard and he loved it - telling him to give me poz cum, infected dick, etc....don't know true status as not anything we ever discuss as he just likes coming in, smoking and stroking, letting me slob on his dick a bit then slam fucking till he nutts a couple times then he's out. Last night for the first load we got verbal, as he got closer I started begging, "Find some AIDs dicks man, watch them fuck, watch them infect me for you." He whooped, shouted, and shot a huge load. He left his dick in me and worked the cum in as he got hard again and started round. I have always been the verbal one on this so for this round kept begging, "Tell me what you're giving me, you going to infect my ass? What do you have man? You got some poz cum? Tell me, tell me..." As he clenched and started shooting round two he said, "take my syphilis in that pussy" - wow - did not expect that so I begged for it, and he blew another big load, pulled out, sat down, smoked a little more, got dressed and said he may be back today. We'll see if he was just talking dirty of truly passing it on.

Chptr 3 Punishment Past, Present, and Future (the Breeder Markets) – Uncle Jack Attacks “Suck that AIDs filled dick you pig!” Captain Fontaine ordered while I knelt on the carpet between his muscled thighs as he sat in his favorite leather chair, drink in one hand, cigarette in the other, and me slobbing on his dick. “That’s it, my little AIDS faggot, swallow up what Ol’Fontaine’s got for you this morning, big ass load, come on now faggot, oh fuck yeah, here it comes, slurp it up faggot, oh, oh….” Fontaine unloaded a thick and heavy load down my throat and while I was making sure not a drop was wasted, Captain Baker reprimanded him, “You shouldn’t call him that, not after what he just went through. Besides, it’s not right. It’s rude and bigoted, and…and… just plain offensive!” Fontaine patted my head as I continued to lick him clean, laughed deep and dismissively, “Fuck you Puppy. I can call him anything I want, but he knows it’s a term of endearment and we just playing, don’t take everything so God damn seriously man and just have some fun. So you going to fuck him or just stand there playing with yourself like a kid who got sent to the corner in school?” Captain Baker huffed, turned, and slammed the door shut to “The Den”, our play room, on his way out. He seemed to do that a lot and I would have to go find him, calm him down, reassure him I was OK, then make him feel better by letting him fuck me. Somehow breeding me always seemed to set things right with Baker, but I still couldn’t get him to fuck me with Fontaine, so much for my double-stuff fantasy. Oh well, nothing had changed since my rescue from Uncle Jack. It was my second day home after being rescued from Uncle Jack and his men who had kidnapped and then tortured me to try to get the secrets of the Covenant, and of Deacon all the while repeatedly breeding me with nasty dicks and cum. After my tats had flared, and I had told them, “He’s coming,” the fever overcame me and I totally passed out, but I had been piecing together what happened from my soldiers, and talking it about it made Fontaine extra hard and extra horny. “Get up and bend over, you know what I want now,” Fontaine said as he spit on my face, slapped me, pushed me to the side so he could stand up. I scrambled up, arranged Fontaine’s drink and ashtray and cigarettes on the table beside us so he could reach them, then made sure the thick leather cock ring he was wearing was secure before I bent over and laid on the arm of the leather chair looking out over the parking lot through one of the large windows in my suite. Fontaine started pushing his raw dick against my hole, wetting it up with his precum and his dick jumped a little when he started telling me again some of what happened. “There was so much fucking screaming, and then the blood! Christ!” Fontaine said. “While we had on our full assault gear with helmet, masks, body armor, sniper boots, the works, they did not let us in the house until the main assault team had gone in, and secured the premises. We could not see what was going on, but even in the van we could hear the screaming. Puppy and I thought it might be you and tried to get out right then, but the Commander told us to stay put and assured us it was the enemy, that you were secure as he tapped on his ear radio. They had us get out of the van and wait, six of us and the Commander, and the screaming continued, then it all stopped. Yeah, yeah, I know you can’t fucking say anything or explain, but we saw that big mother-fucker carrying you out of that house and his hands were covered in blood. We thought you had been shot or something, but we were ordered to stay where we were. I want to know who he is. You going to tell me or not!” Fontaine slammed his dick into my ass making me yelp and jump a little as he tried to emphasize his point. I didn’t reply, so Fontaine started to slowly work his dick inside my guts, savoring the warm walls that grabbed at him and kept pulling him in deeper. “So anyways, the blood. When we finally get sent in we are ordered to secure the prisoners and prepare them for transport. The two who were guarding the door were gone, no saving them, but it was in the next room we found them. One guy was all laid out on the couch and looked like he had been sick as there was puke on the floor and shit. We though he had been shot and when we went to work on him, you would not fucking believe it! The blood, all that blood was not from a gunshot, the fucker had been CASTRATED!!! HIS BALLS WERE RIPPED RIGHT OFF! I swear to God, Jesus what a sight.” Fontaine’s raw dick was rock hard and he ground in and out as he continued his story, “And then we found the other dude. Big man, all huddled in a corner, crying like a baby, hysterical, and he’s covered in blood too. Clothes torn to shit, big old contusion on his head where he got slammed, but you know what? Same fucking thing!!! HIS BALLS WERE RIPPED RIGHT OFF TOO! Found them laying in the middle of the floor by a big wooden table with ropes on it. I ain’t never seen shit like that except on my grandpa’s farm. Puppy was full of questions of who did this and what happened here until the Commander told him to shut the fuck up, remember that our first rule is to NEVER ask questions and just do as you are ordered. We got those two stable and ready for transport and looked at two more guys at the back of the house. They had been shot, but nothing major, so secured them and got everyone into the transports.” I was so enjoying the feel of Fontaine’s big old dick and did not want to think about what he was telling me. Time to focus on the job at hand to get load number two from Fontaine. “Come on soldier,” I said, “Enough yapping. Time to throw some dick down if you can and fill my hole up with that nasty AIDs cum of yours.” Fontaine growled, reached forward and grabbed my shoulders for leverage and started to slam fuck. “Oh yeah, that what you want? You want Fontaine to use you like I did before? Damn I miss that. Between Puppy and this place I got to be all easy on you. I think I need to take you to the country boy and give you a reminder of what a good fuck really is. You want Fontaine to do that? Huh? Oh fuck yeah you little AIDs pig, work that ass, show me you want it, show me….here it comes, here……” I pulled off Fontaine’s dick, handed him a cigarette and knelt and licked him clean. I then went and found Captain Baker, my broody soldier, got a load out of him, so my ass was nice and full for my next visit – time to see Deacon. Deacon was naked and lying in his bed. I stood by the side of the bed for several minutes just looking at his huge body, those hands of such strength that could rip a man’s balls off his body with barely an effort. I had learned that much from Micah, Deacon’s butler/aide, who said he thought I should know what Deacon had done for me to start to make them pay. Deacon had literally ripped the balls off Vince and my other kidnapper. His soldiers had stormed the house, taken out the armed guards, and Deacon went to kidnapper who was on the couch, the one Uncle Jack injected with my blood, and did not say word, just flung the blanket off him, reached down and ripped his balls off and tossed them to the side. Deacon then found Vince, who was standing beside me as I was still tied up in the ropes to the table, surrounded by our armed assault team. Deacon grabbed him by the throat with one hand, ripped his pants down with the other and repeated his punishment and then tossed him to the side of the room like a ragdoll before he untied me and carried me out of the house. I rubbed my wrists, no longer in awe and wonder to realize that Deacon had healed me of my physical injuries. I felt fine physically. Cum dripped out of my hole onto Deacon’s hard dick. I had climbed up onto the bed, woke him up with a kiss, and then squatted over his dick as Deacon smiled, seeing the fresh wetness. “Your soldiers continue to serve you well,” he laughed and as I eased myself down onto his mammoth dick and felt my guts open up, Deacon said, “Are you doing OK?” He gently put his hands on my shoulders as I settled on his dick. I nodded and smiled. As I rode Deacon’s dick, I recalled the past 18 hours and I remembered how when I awoke after being rescued, Deacon’s face was the first thing I saw, and I wanted to cry as my heart suddenly felt it would break as I was consumed by fear I would never see him again and did not quite realize yet he was real. Deacon’s coal black eyes had bored into me and his voice thundered in my head and strummed my soul as he said, “You are safe now. You are with me again. I have you and it’s going to be all right.” Deacon’s bloody left hand came up, gently held and the right side of my head as he leaned forward and kissed me long and hard. I then realized he was real, laying with me naked, in our bed, and I was home. I was at Covenant and we were one again. Deacon was real!!! My body shook and the impact of recent events washed over me as I started to shake from all the fear, pain, terror, and need to be with Deacon again. He had come. He had found me. I was back with Deacon again! Deacon held me tight as I let go of all those feelings and as Deacon kissed me and told me he had me, I was filled anew with my bond and commitment to him. I could feel his now hard dick pushing against me, but he seemed hesitant. “Please, I need you inside me!” I begged. Deacon looked at me, his eyes searching mine to see if I meant it. As he kissed me, Deacon lifted my left leg, angled his hips, and began to push his monster, dripping dick into my ass. I yelped a little in pain as he entered me, but was shocked that it did not hurt more considering all Uncle Jack had done to me. I felt OK actually. It appeared that Deacon had healed my body again. I didn’t know how, but as he stuffed his raw dick up my ass he would heal my soul too. I reached around with my left hand, grabbed his hip and tried pulling him deeper into me. Deacon fucked me slow and cautiously. Maybe he was afraid I would not want to be with him after what Uncle Jack had done. Maybe he was afraid I would blame him for not keeping my safe. Maybe he thought the covenant had broken somehow. I don’t know, but I let my body show him in every way that I was still his, and he was mine. Deacon said, “I failed you. I am sorry, I….” I interrupted him and said, “There will be time to talk tomorrow if we must. Tonight, I just want to be with you.” I went to sleep with Deacon inside of me, and my guts full of his infected cum. This was our favorite way to go to sleep, and as I lay nestled against him, wrapped in his big arms, I was safe again. Deacon fucked me a couple more times that first night back, each time more intensely than the last. I could tell that while he had made love to me the way I needed, he clearly needed to feed off my pain and so I begged him to make it hurt and brutally fuck me so I could give him what needed. Deacon’s black eyes glowed, the tats on his body flared bright and danced and moved as he raped me, making me scream with every thrust to give him what he needed. Each time he fucked me like this his dick seemed to get even deeper, and bigger, and I could sense when he was ready to shoot as his dick head flared out, knotted, and he would begin pulling my guts with every thrust, sending my pain level soaring. Deacon’s roars and bellows of ecstasy hurt my ears, and his fingers clawed bloody lines down my sides as he dug in and unloaded in my shredded ass. While his cum still burned, my body welcomed it, absorbed it, and fed off it, and healed even more. In the morning, we got up very early and was served breakfast by Micah, Deacon’s butler. After breakfast I had gone to see my soldier’s and the cum Fontaine and Baker had given me was squirting out each time I dropped down on Deacon’s dick, making a slick path. I focused now back on the present, on milking his venomous cum as Deacon’s dick swelled, grew, knotted and I sensed my prize was near. His body tensed and Deacon’s cum burned my guts anew, and his infection spread through my body, making me feel the fever of our bond, he was my SIRE. There was NOTHING better than having him inside of me and a fresh load of his cum coating my guts. I laid forward onto Deacon’s broad chest, our hearts and breathing syncing as we settled down. Deacon said, “There is much to do and many things to discuss. I know you have not wished to talk in detail about what Uncle Jack did to you, but you must. It is important in many ways, especially to help you deal with it.” I shook my head no and wanted to tell him all I needed was him. Deacon ran his fingers over my head as he continued, “I also need to know so I can make sure we are both better protected. While I was able to learn much from those we have secured, I want to take all steps necessary.” “What about the boy I fucked,” I asked, “Is he OK, what did I do? What about Vince, you know, the one you….. and the other one that Uncle Jack injected, what’s happened to him….and are there others? Who else here worked for Uncle Jack?” My anger returned as I remembered the extent of the betrayal. Deacon held me tight to calm me and explained, “The boy and the others are being treated in the medical bay here at Covenant. It was a good thing we found the boy when we did. Normal doctors do not understand this, and frankly for us, this is new, but not unexpected and something we have planned and prepared for. Your virus, as I mentioned, is beyond fathoming in its toxicity to most, and some more than others and we will discuss further future transmission and infection efforts as we have learned much from this event. Anyways, the boy is fine, he is well and is the first of your new generation of SIRED carriers.” My carriers. I sired him, infected him, yes, he would only be the first of many. Deacon continued, “The others are being treated as well. The one who was injected with your blood is stable, but there is extensive secondary damage. Then, the one…the other is fine.” Deacon’s body had tensed as he spoke and I could tell discussing my captors was riling him up. “As part of the next steps, I want you to go to DC in a couple of days. Uncle Jack has fled underground, he knows I am after him, so you are now in charge of all of his operations in DC. I need you to go there and reestablish order and make sure the business and other efforts are back on track. I believe you know someone who could play the role Uncle Jack did in dealing and infecting?” I twisted my head and looked at Deacon not quite sure I had heard him right. DC? Dr Mike was there. Was this his way of saying I could see him? But then who did I know that could handle Uncle jack’s work – yes – LIONEL! I smiled, nodded, Deacon patted my shoulder. My ass was feeling hungry again, so I rolled onto my side, Deacon pulled me back against him and opened my hole up as he slid his dick back up my cum filled guts. I sighed, THAT FELT SO GOOD – BIG RAW DICK!! Deacon continued, “You also need to come up with an appropriate plan for dealing with those who betrayed us. As number two now in Covenant, such actions fall to you. So think on this. There will be a tribunal of the AIDs Lords in two days, we will discuss your decision then.” My duty? To punish them? Part of me relished the thought, and immediately an idea came to mind. Deacon was doing long, slow, deep strokes up my ass making me purr in ecstasy. He stopped, sighed, held me so tight I thought he was going to crack my ribs. “I thought I had lost you. I cannot tell how much it means to have you back with me and how you not being with me…..well, it’s just not something I want. I sensed a change in you that morning, but our connection and SIRE bond is still so new, I did not know immediately you were in danger. It was several hours before anyone realized. Your soldiers alerted Jonas when they came back and found you gone and when he and your boy could not find you they alerted Micah. By then my bond with you told me something was clearly wrong, so I contacted Micah and he confirmed you were missing from Covenant.” Deacon’s voice lowered, his tone saddened as he said, “I thought maybe – maybe you had changed your mind, that you did not want to be here.” “Anyways, a lock down and search of Covenant was begun, which brought to light that there were some staff missing, and our soldiers found some disabled security systems and cameras. It was clear then you had not left on your own accord. I ordered they begin a search, but frankly there was really nothing to go on beyond the missing staff, who had all worked here and were trusted. I immediately took the jet back and was so frustrated that I was so helpless to find that which I now cherish most.” Deacon kissed my neck and ear, I closed my eyes, his breath heating my skin. “It was on the third day that I sensed a change in the bond,” Deacon said. “Beyond just being there in my mind, it was like someone was poking my arm trying to get my attention. I didn’t understand it was you at first, but then began to realize that as I suspected, you have many gifts and talents we don’t yet know or understand and our blood bond and covenant is deeper that I had realized. The poking became more frantic and suddenly I saw you, I was here, in my suite, pacing, and suddenly in my mind I was someplace else, and not of my own power. This was you – you had pulled me to you. Your power had used our bond. As soon as I saw you strapped down on that table I knew, and I knew where you were. Well not precisely, but I could sense it. I could also feel everything they had done to you so clearly – and the blood they had taken – that was NOT THEIRS TO TAKE!” Deacon got very angry when he said that, his fucking stopped, his body tensed. I worked my ass, Deacon refocused on fucking me, and seeded me with another load. We both had much to do, so reluctantly untwined our bodies and I returned to my suite to outline my plan for punishment. The minute I walked in Baker wanted to hug and hold me and Fontaine wanted to sniff me, “You got fucked! I can smell it. Damn!” So as Fontaine mounted me on the spot, Baker in disgust huffed and went to my office to wait. Fontaine growled, nipped at my neck, dug into me, and plowed like a stallion who had just won his first mare. That sparked another part of my plan. When we were finished I had Baker take me to see the prisoners in the medical bay. Armed soldiers were all around, so I felt safe. The boy I had fucked cowered from me when I walked into his room. I said to him, “Your future is in my hands now.” I wanted him to be afraid. My captor who had been injected with my blood was still unconscious, but the doctor said he was stable. I asked about the permanent effects of the castration and he said they had repaired some damage caused to the surrounding tissues from the trauma, but that he would be fine and could probably even get an erection again with the proper stimulation and therapy. I next visited Vince, the one who tried to help me. He was awake, looked pretty banged up, and his face showed relief to see me, then fear. I asked Baker and the other soldiers to leave me alone with him. They refused until I ordered them to cuff Vince to the bed and assured them I would not get too close. Once they had gone I said to Vince, “I want to thank you for trying to be kind and helpful near the end. Your punishment is not over and I cannot forgive you for taking me, but I will do what I can to make sure the punishment is just. You will not be tortured or physically injured more than you have been, or killed, that I can guarantee.” Vince nodded, gave a weak smile, and I left. My plan was coming together. I explained my plan Deacon and he was pleased. He felt it provided punishment for their offenses, showed an example to others, and provided us a new and exciting way in which to meet our goals of spreading AIDs and other infections to our targeted areas and populations. The AIDS Lords that convened for the tribunal fully endorsed the plan, under my leadership and execution, and also issued an order that Uncle Jack be tracked down, captured alive if possible, and punished for what he did. Deacon watched via security camera as I took Captains Fontaine and Baker with me, gathered our prisoners, and explained my plan that was inspired by recent events and The "Fickstutenmarkt" (Horse fair). In Germany, there are regular gatherings of men for the Fickstutenmarkt, or Horse Fair. This is a carefully orchestrated and controlled gathering of bottoms, or ‘mares’, who are hooded and used by any and all tops present with certain rules and guidelines. Under Covenant, I would create our own version of the Fair – the Breeder’s Market. Our prisoners had the honor of being our first ‘mares’ for our Breeder’s Market. They were no longer men, but mares to be mounted and bred and used. To make this complete, those that had not been castrated already would have their balls surgically removed, including the harness boy and the two guards. This was part of their punishment for their participation in helping Uncle Jack. At this the harness boy started to cry and the guards started to scream and yell and strain against their bonds until one of the soldiers drove a gun butt into one of their heads. In addition, every one of them would be infected by me to ensure that their blood was as infectious as possible, for part of their job as a mare was to provide not only a service as a cum and disease receptacle, our own lab rats so to speak, but to spread what we could, where we could. All of them would also be branded on their forehead with a BIOHAZARD BRAND indicating their status as a mare, and a symbol noting which AIDs Lord and which stable they belonged to. This was their life, to be fucked and used for the pleasure of real men. I noted that the harness boy and two guards would be sent to specific AIDs Lords that had requested them. These Lords were joining me in creating the elite stables, where our mares would be very well cared for and turned into the ultimate brood stock and perfect physical specimens, so expect to workout hard and play even harder. Our stables will tour the country as we seed and breed and spread our toxic gift. The guy who was my captor on the other hand, would be used in the new stable in DC’s Southeast neighborhood, back where he used to work for Uncle Jack. He would be kept in stocks and every crack head, every guy he grew up with, every person he ever fucked over would be invited to breed him as much as they wanted. He just glared at me and did not say a word. And finally, Vince. Vince may be part of my elite stable with a specialty for serving those breeders from the leather community. For that, he will be sent back to DC as well, but for the next three months will be chained and trained in the dungeon of Charles – the Horse Dick Leather Lord and his son Roger. We will then see if he makes the cut and if not, will join his compatriot on the southeast side. Vince just hung his head at this judgment, then looked at me and said, “Thank you. I will not disappoint you.” It was time to let the doctors begin their work on our new mares, and I wanted nothing more to do with them. I returned to my suite, dismissed my soldiers, and went to lay down. On my bed was a gold embossed envelope. I opened it, slid the plain card out, there were just four words – “You will be mine.” I calmly walked to Deacon’s suite, waited until he returned, handed him the card and said, “I want Uncle Jack’s dick cut off and brought to me on a platter!” Deacon’s tats flared as his anger exploded and he snarled as the words and their author aligned, “I promise, he will pay far far worse than that.” Stay tuned for additional stories in the Sire Chronicles including: The Breeders Market – The Tours and Training Begin Captain Fontaine – Wisconsin Cabin Weekend More with Deacon, Lionel, Charles and Roger and others…..

Got a big load from 23 year old fuck buddy who then filled my ass with his piss after seeding me - his new thing. Tonight though, he added another new twist and said he wanted to flip. I fucked him easy and raw a little bent over the arm of the chair first, but he ran too much, so got him up on the bed, climbed up on him and went to town. Got close, had him stand up and bend over, dug into his flesh with my fingers to hold him tight while I spewed into his guts while making him beg for my load. Then slapped his ass and told him to wash the fuck up. I was done.

Chapter 2 - Torture Breeding for His Pleasure - Uncle Jack Attacks “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOY! WHAT DID YOU DO!” Over and over, the voice became more and more persistent. I ignored him and refused to answer, which just sent Uncle Jack’s thug into overload. “I’ll ask you one more time, what…did…you…DO!” My left eye was pretty swollen and blurry, so I could only see him clearly when the guy paced back towards my right. He was clearly agitated and appeared ready to hit me again when Uncle Jack’s voice stopped him, “I told you, use him all you want. Piss in him, piss on him, cum in any hole, but the rest, the rest I WILL HANDLE, and any marks he receives will come from me. Understand or must I repeat myself? You know I hate that, no?” My abductor punched the wall instead and stormed out of the room, leaving me alone with Uncle Jack or so I thought. It was daylight again, and glimmers of sunshine snuck through the broken miniblinds of the only window in the room. The dim light managed to illuminate the dust and dirt that filled the air and stirred anytime someone moved like the ending to a Disney movie, but this was no fairy tale. Uncle Jack loomed over me like a thunder cloud, then leaned in, gently running his left hand up and down my torso, stopping to gently pinch my left, then my right nipple. SLAM! His left hand hit the right side of my face hard then turned me to look at him. “You see? You see what happens, no? These are simple things. Little things I am asking. So tell me. You saw how upset he is? Do you know why? TG, the one he calls his boy, is sick, quite sick actually. Not good at all. And you know what TG says? TG says he felt fine until you fucked him and that as soon as you came in him he started to feel bad. Why is that? Frankly I think TG must have gotten some bad drugs, but that is what he says. Do you want some drugs? We had so much fun when you smoked with me. What do you say, how about we hit the smoke together, it will take away all the pain, and then I will fuck you again. I think you have stopped bleeding from the last session, what a shame, so it is time. A little smoke, yes? No? I know what will freshen up, here, feel and taste some of Uncle Jack’s piss – aahhhh – yesssss – oh that is good. Open your mouth now, taste my salty piss.” With all my effort I looked at Uncle Jack and then spit at him. DAMN! Being tied down like I was I ended up doing nothing but spitting on myself and getting a fist from Uncle Jack. Fuck that hurts!! I knew he was holding back, otherwise I’d be dead, but fuck! Uncle Jack screamed in frustration. This was the latest in a long line of questions – mostly about Deacon – that I had refused to answer. “I’ll be right back. Fuck if I am going to let good shit go to waste.” The door slammed behind him and I exhaled. Maybe it would be better if he just ended it now. I was not sure how much more I could take. I was startled as someone placed a wet, cool cloth on my left eye. “It’s OK, it’s ok, its just me man, just me. Name’s Vince.” My second abductor, Vince, was the one with the bigger dick who had pulled me into the van and then fucked me after his buddy. He was standing at the head of the table that I was tied to and said, “You shouldn’t have done that. The Boss is pretty wound up right now. I ain’t never seen him like this.” Vince walked to the end of the table and gently rubbed my swollen and blistered asshole. They had tied me spread eagle onto a wood table of some sort, my ass was half hanging off the end, and my legs were held in the air by rope tied to the light fixture hanging from the ceiling. My wrists were tied with rope as well that went from one arm, under the table, to the other arm. I now had bloody bracelets around my ankles and wrists as the rope had rubbed my skin raw any time I moved or they fucked me. “Please don’t,” I whimpered. “It hurts so bad.” My abductor – Vince be damned - poked and prodded at my tender asshole, which I imagined looked like bad hamburger. My whimpering got louder, he eased off and walked around to the right side of the table so I could see him better. “Come on man, just tell him what he wants to hear. Just tell him. Then, then we’ll all be good right? Come on. I really like fucking you, but this……this…just tell him OK?” I shook my head no, looked back at the ceiling and said, “Don’t worry, he needs me alive to get what he wants.” My abductor walked back around to my ass and said quietly, “I…I’m sorry, but this will help I swear. You know how he fucks, so at least maybe this will make it easier to take.” I started to whimper again as I felt his raw dick press against my tortured hole. The crusted blood broke, my raw guts clenched as he pressed into me, my legs shook from the pain as he began to fuck me, shredding me once more for Uncle Jack’s will. The tears flowed as he picked up the pace, but I swore I wouldn’t scream, no not this time. They wouldn’t hear me scream. As the blood ran out of my ass, I bit the inside of my cheeks hard in my effort not to scream out, and tasted blood. My abductor fucked me deep with his 10-inch raw dick and after a while I realized he was right, it did help. My body was releasing endorphins or some shit, that helped me focus on his dick up my ass and how that felt good, versus the pain. “DAMN! Your hole just hugs my dick! HUGS IT! FUCK that’s good. That beat up ass is damn good. Those ass lips just open and close, love seeing my dick slide up in that red tore up hole. Oh FUCK, here I cum, here I, here….” He twitched, grabbed my hanging legs and squeezed hard as he gave me the last few drops of his load. When he finished he pulled up, climbed up on the table, straddled my face and said, “Come on man, lick me clean. I want to see that mouth full of my dick. Then I’ll change the cloth on your eye, OK? Please?” I shook my head, opened my mouth and tasted the mix of cum and blood. Any other time I would have begged for more and savored it. Not now. Now it curled my stomach. We were interrupted by Uncle Jack who banged the door open and whooped, “That’s what I was talking about. Damn that shit was good. Now I am ready for some more action boys and am wired for sound – fuck yeah!!!!” I don’t think Uncle Jack noticed the load in my ass as his fingers dug into my thighs, pulling me a little closer to him on the table as his horse dick found my shredded hole. Uncle Jack slowly began to slide the head of his dick in my hole. He worked it round and round, opening my outer ring before pulling out and SLAM FUCKING!!! Uncle Jack angled his dick for the most damage and tore my outer ring a little more. He got his wish. The onslaught of pain was too much to bare and I passed out once again. My respite did not last long and as soon as I started to come around pain returned, greater and greater, with the soundtrack of Uncle jack’s laughter and shit talking in the background. Uncle Jack had placed a metal pan under the edge of the table to catch all the blood and juice that ran out of my ass. The PLING PLING PLING marked the rhythm of Uncle Jack’s breeding as he tried to get me to submit to him. This time Uncle Jack had brought a big leather strap with him and as he fucked he started to whip my legs, my torso, my chest, and occasionally my face. “You going to tell me what I want to know?” Uncle Jack demanded. WHACK! “What did Deacon do to you and your biohazard ass? WHACK! What did he give you? WHACK! Was it a shot? WHACK! Where does he keep it? WHACK! Who else knows about this? WHACK! What is his plan next?” When Charles and Roger had whipped me in their dungeon it was for pleasure, theirs and mine, but this, this was just terror and I had to hang on. I had to hang onto Deacon and our blood covenant. I was Deacon’s, I was Deacon’s, I was Deacon’s. Uncle Jack continued to repeat his questions over and over while making sure my body was welted as hard and deep as his dick was up my ass. Uncle Jack was shaking my face with his hand, “Come on now, damn it! Wake the fuck up. Look. WHAT DID DEACON DO TO YOU?” I shook my head, Uncle Jack sighed and said in a resigned tone, “I’ve tried. I’ve tried being nice to you and using you like the AIDs whore that you are, no? But I see that a different tact is required. Come, help me get him up.” Uncle Jack was joined by Vince, they untied my arms, undid the ropes from light fixture so my legs dropped and with my body weight so much over the edge of the table now I crumbled to floor. Vince helped me up and guided me to an old wooden chair. I started to fall over, and Vince had to hold me up by my shoulders as Uncle Jack sat in the other chair. “I’m sorry,” Uncle Jack said. “I was on some good shit you know and well maybe, maybe just got carried away a bit, yes? Here’s the deal. Deacon promised me – no he swore to me – that nothing would be done without me and that he would send you back to me. He has sidelined me. Put me out to pasture like an old horse. He can’t do that – won’t do that! He owes me, and so since he would not live up to his own promises to me, I had to take things into my own hands, or should I say take you into my own hands.” Vince was now gently rubbing my left shoulder as Uncle jack continued talking. “I need you for my own purposes,” Uncle Jack said pleadingly, “Won’t you help me? Won’t you tell me what I want – no need – to know? How do I stop Deacon? How do I hurt Deacon? We both know he is not just an ordinary man now don’t we? I promise, promise this all can end and then we can go away. I know my boy here likes fucking you, and you and I both know you’re a cum slut, so I will find you more big dicks, as many as you want. You like? We’ll all go away to the islands, or maybe Berlin. Yeah, someplace like that. I will give you anything or anyone you want, and I will make sure you have everything you need. So one last time, what did Deacon do to you that night after Charles and Roger fucked you in that little show and then left? Hmmm?” How did he know that? No one else was there. Was Charles or Roger a spy for Uncle Jack too? While I wanted this all to end, that just pissed me off, so I hung my head in silence. Uncle Jack growled, stood up and threw his chair against the wall, sending shards of wood skittering across the room. “Get the fuck out!!!” Uncle Jack snarled at Vince. “This ENDS NOW!!!” As Uncle Jack stomped towards me, Vince jumped in front of me and held out his arms, “Come on Boss, come on. Calm down. Come on Boss. You need him. You need him ALIVE – remember – right? Alive. Can’t get nothing out of someone who can’t talk. Just give me a little time with him. I swear, I’ll, I’ll, we’ll find a better way.” Uncle Jack huffed, paced and stomped, then left the room. Vince kneeled in front of me, gently took my head between his hands, looked into my eyes and said pleadingly, “Man, I CAN’T help you if you don’t work with me here. You see that? He was ready to snuff you out man. OUT! So come on, help me. We got to buy some time to figure a way out of this. You’re loyal to your man, I get it. Trust I do. Just give me something!” I looked into Vince’s eyes and he seemed genuinely concerned. He was right about one thing, I needed more time. “It’s something about the blood, that’s all I know.” Vince smiled wide, slapped my thighs, making me wince, he apologized then hurried off to find Uncle Jack, leaving me alone. I slumped in the chair and then collapsed onto the floor. When I came awake I was surrounded by a hum of activity. Uncle Jack and my two abductors were buzzing around the table like a set of bees that had just found a fresh patch of daisies. I was tied back down onto the table, my legs and arms back in the ropes, but now there was a large needle stuck in my right arm. I followed the trail set down by the needle to a large tube that led to what looked like an IV bag hanging up and to the right. Vince saw that I was awake, came up, put his hand on my forehead and said, “Shh, it’s OK man. I got you. You did good, really good. Boss just wants to get a little blood and start figuring out what you said, OK? Just…umm…don’t worry man, I got you.” At least the torture and physical abuse had stopped as they filled the bag with my blood and Uncle Jack took it and left like a boy who had just unwrapped the best Christmas gift ever. Vince pulled out the needle, bandaged my arm, and was interrupted by his cohort who decided he needed to breed me again now that the business at hand was done. Vince tried to stop him, but he got pushed to the side as the guy said, “Asshole, step off! This bitch sent my boy TG to the hospital. The hospital!! I may not be able to make him pay like I want, but am sure the fuck going ram his ass as hard as I can and get my nutt.” Vince looked at me as if to say sorry. I just looked at the ceiling and waited for the fuck to end. This guy was nothing compared to Uncle Jack, so bring it on asshole. Just as he finished cumming in my torn up ass, Uncle Jack returned. He was carrying a syringe full of what appeared to be my blood and told the guy who had just fucked me to give him his arm. The guy hesitated, Uncle Jack’s fist convinced him otherwise. Uncle Jack plunged the needle into the guy’s arm. I strained to watch as the guy began to convulse, shake, and dropped to the ground like a stone. “HOLY FUCK! Get him up! Get him UP!!!” Uncle Jack screamed at Vince. Vince ran over, could not get his friend up, so dragged him out of the room as Uncle Jack said, “You will pay more than you can imagine if anything happens to him!” I shook my head and said with disgust, “If you’re such a dumb fuck that you would just shoot your boy up like that, you both get what you deserve. YOU’RE NOT HALF THE MAN THAT DEACON IS!!” That got me another fist and rape fuck and this time Uncle Jack used his hands to mark to me while he plowed me raw and loaded me with his dirty seed. Uncle Jack finished breeding me again. It was an angry, evil, and vicious fuck born in the soul of a twisted man. As he pulled out, Uncle Jack said, “You are nothing but an AIDs slut and whore. I WILL find out what I need and you better get used to feeling a lot of pain, as there is plenty more to come. You will pay for disobeying me, over, and over, and over again as you and I are going to be together for a very long time. A very long time and I will teach you to beg me for mercy before you beg me to rape you and give you my infected cum.” Uncle Jack wiped his bloody dick off on my inner thigh, then left me alone as his words sunk in. My anger at the betrayal and everything that had happened had gone, and was now replaced with fear. Fear that I truly would never see Deacon again. I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion as I began thinking of Deacon. I focused, in my mind, I focused on the sound of his voice in my head, of him inside me, of our bond, “Help me, help me,” I cried out. I could hear Deacon, he sounded so far away, but I knew it was his voice, deep and thrumming inside of me. I tried to focus on his voice, and when it became a little clearer I swear he was calling my name. I answered as loud as I could, “Deacon!” I called out again, but the voice still seemed so far away. I screamed as loud as I could, “DEACON!” Then I focused on the voice and called out with the voice in my head and suddenly the tats on my arms glowed white hot and flared and there he was – my Deacon. His eyes were wide with surprise, then anger as he looked at me and saw what had been done. I tried to get up, to go to him, but the ropes held me tight and dug deeper into my flesh. I started to cry as all the walls I had built to protect myself collapsed. Deacon’s image was so clear, he was so near, but suddenly he shifted and shimmered and disappeared. He was gone, and I was alone again. Alone to face Uncle Jack and his thugs on my own. I screamed in despair and anguish, “Deacon, come back! HELP me, please HELP me!!!” Uncle Jack burst through the door. “Who are you talking to?” Uncle Jack asked. “You going crazy on us boy? All this big dick too much for you? Time for another injection of raw dick I think, what do think?” I was suddenly feeling really hot and feverish and light headed as Uncle Jack started to work his hardening dick into my used and abused ass. Vince had come and stood to the side of the table to check the bandage he had put over the spot where he took out the needle. “Boss, look at that. Look at his arms.” Uncle Jack was not happy about being interrupted and gruffly said, “Can’t you see I’m busting some white hole right now? Huh? What are you babbling about?” Vince reached across my torso and turned both my arms so the tats on the inside of my forearms were clearly visible. The torture of my ass paused as Uncle Jack stopped and looked and said, “OH SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK?!” when he looked at my arms. The tats Deacon had given me were glowing bright white and pulsing like a beacon. The fever was now overtaking me and I knew I was losing consciousness. I looked at Uncle Jack and Vince who both now looked very afraid. I said as loud as I could, but it came out barely a whisper, “He’s coming.” Uncle Jack roughly yanked his donkey dick out of my ass, walked to the left side of the table, leaned down next to my face and said, “What? What did you just say? What was that? Tell me!!!” I said again, “He’s coming.” Uncle Jack’s eyes were now definitely full of fear. He titled his head, with his left hand rubbed my face gently and said in a whisper so only I could hear, “Let him come. I will be long gone, but don’t worry precious one. This is not the last you will see of Uncle Jack. You will be mine.” As Uncle Jack stepped back and started giving orders my tats flared even brighter and as the world went dark. He’s coming.

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Uncle Jack attacks - Chapter 1 – The Kidnap – A Sire Chronicles Story **This story brings back Uncle Jack (link to his first story below) and continues the breeding adventures started in Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles with Deacon and my soldiers (story posted in this forum).** The other chapters in the Uncle Jack Attacks story will be posted in this thread. Please check back. It was a sunny and warm Saturday morning in Chicago and the wind blowing off the lake gently rattled the windows in Covenant, my new home. I was resting in my suite, alone, as Deacon was still out of town and would be for a couple more days as his latest trip had taken longer than he expected. I missed him terribly and just the sound of his voice on the phone made me ache to be with him. I had been busy learning my new duties as well as breaking in my soldiers Captain Baker and Capt Fontaine. The first day made it clear that when it came to sex, I had to keep those two separate. Captain Baker had come back to the suite that first day to find Fontaine balls deep in my ass and his first load dripping out of my hole as he fucked me. Fontaine invited him to join us and choke me on his dick while he loaded my ass again, but Baker would have none of it and went and waited in his room until we were done, pouting like a child who had had his favorite toy taken away. When Fontaine had all the raw ass he wanted, I went to Baker, calmed him down, and talked him into using Fontaine’s cum as lube to fuck me. He was hesitant, but his dick said yes, so that became our routine. Captain Fontaine would fuck me raw, rough and nasty telling me what a good AIDS faggot I was for him. No tenderness, just brutal animal sex to please the soldier. I would then go find Captain Baker with Fontaine’s cum dripping out of my hole so Baker could work it in as he fucked slow, lovingly, and with intense passion. Captain Fontaine was total lust, while Captain Baker was total love and tenderness. Someday I still hoped to have them both fuck me at the same time, but until then, this kept me bred and full of hot soldier cum. We had done our morning fuck fest, my soldiers were off to their morning training session, Jonas my butler/lead servant was attending to other duties with my harness boy, so I had several hours of alone time to chill. I lay on the bed, my guts full of hot soldier cum. My ass was wanting more. I could just never get enough dick breeding me it seemed and had started to finger my ass and then lick my fingers clean to taste their funky gift as I thought back to the first time I saw Deacon in Covenant after Charles and Roger had me gangbanged at IML and then double fucked me: I had just closed my eyes when I heard the double doors to the room open. I rolled over onto my back, looked at the door and my breath caught as I saw the biggest man I had ever seen in my life and the fucker was naked too. “I am THE DEACON,” the man said as his deep voice rumbled and filled the room, and pounded through my chest like a shockwave. Deacon was a giant, literally, and stood at least 7 feet tall, and must have weighed about 320 pounds if not more. He was muscular, but not a bodybuilder; thick, but not a bear; fairly hairless, including a bald head, but his chest was covered nicely and he had a trimmed mustache and goatee. Deacon’s arms were thick and long ending in massively huge hands, his legs were wide and thick like tree trunks, and on his whole body his veins popped and pulsed. Deacon’s skin seemed to shift from dark coal black, to light mocha, which must have been my exhaustion and tricks of the light. He was also covered in tattoos that ran down his legs, his arms, they were on his chest and torso, across his shoulders and up his neck. His tattoos also seemed to shift and change colors and I swear they moved. Again, I must have been seeing things because I was so tired and from the light, it was just hard to focus. As I had been staring at this hulk of a man, he had silently walked across the room to where I lay on the padded platform. Every step Deacon took made me focus on what I had missed at first, his fucking huge dick! HOLY CHRIST! I had seen some horse dicked men in my life, and had just been rape fucked raw and bred and infected by two of them. I also loved porn and was entranced by those bigger-than-life dicked guys you always find fucking women in straight porn. Deacon, The Deacon was something else – something unearthly. With each step his legs parted, his massive dick swung side-to-side slapping his lower thighs. His meat was thick, heavy, and pushed forward by a set of balls that each were large, round, and looked full of cum. The skin of his dick was dark black, he was uncut and the skin hung a good two to three inches past the end of the head forming a long V-point of flesh. I had just licked my fingers clean for the second time and had stuck them back into my wet hole when I was startled to realize that one of the harness boys was standing in the doorway to my bedroom. He was not my regular boy, and as they all sort of looked the same to me and had no names, I really did not know who he was. But I did know the boy had a big dick as it was hard and straining his leather jock strap. “Come here,” I told the boy as nasty thoughts filled my head. He stepped over to the bed, I pulled my wet, glistening fingers out of my used ass, held them out and said, “Lick them clean.” The boy’s eyes got a little wide, but he obeyed, bending over, opening his mouth and started suckling on my fingers. His tongue was hungry for sure as he tasted their nutt. I pulled my fingers out of his mouth, moved my body around to the side of the bed as he stepped back, I then laid back and lifted my legs up, exposing my cum filled hole to the boy. “Lick my ass. I want you to eat my hole and clean it up and when you get a mouthful, I want you to kiss me and share it with me.” The boy hesitated, kneeled, and then spread my cheeks to fully expose my hole as his mouth and tongue went to work, sucking out the funky cum and juice from my ass. He was a hungry little fucker and sounded like a piglet at his mother’s teat. “Get a mouthful for me. I want to taste it,” I reminded him. His slurping intensified, he then stood up, climbed onto the bed beside me, leaned over my mouth and let loose a stream of cum, spit, and ass juice into my waiting throat. God that tasted good!!! I needed something more, so before he could kneel again I said, “Take your jock off, I want you to fuck me.” He nodded eagerly, removed his jock, and while he was small in stature, he had a nice big dick and soon had it buried in my open ass. “Fuck me boy, feel my raw ass on your dick, that’s it, come on fuck me and give me some more cum,” I ordered as the young boy barebacked me nice and deep. He kept up a fast, hard pace for a good while, then he tensed and shot a long hot stream of cum into my biohazard ass. While he was still pumping my ass the need to fuck grew in me and I suddenly knew that this boy was going to be the first to take my increasingly toxic venom. I’m a total bottom by nature, but through Dr Mike’s training and my recent blood conversion for Deacon, the need to sire and breed seemed to bubble now just below the surface. I kicked the boy away from me with my foot, got off the bed and said, “Bend over.” The boy hesitated, so I pushed him hard, put my hand on the back of his neck, let some spit run down the crack of his perky ass, and shoved my dick up his hole. My dick is not that big, but he cried out a little as I went in. I was getting really hot, like I did when Deacon fucked me. It was like every cell in my body was on fire and I had no control. All I knew was that I HAD to cum in the boy and give him my infected load whether he wanted it or not. I pulled my dick out, drove a couple fingers in his hole, clawed at him rough making him squirm and shift. My fingers were bright red when I pulled them out, just like Dr Mike had taught me. Good, he was ready. The need to fuck was so intense, I had to cum in him now. The fire inside me built and built as I fucked and just when I thought I could not take it anymore I started to cum. As soon as the first drops of my venom his guts the boy started to cry out and tried to get away, but I held him firm and dug my fingers into his back to hold him in place. My dick felt like it swelled and grew and gripped the boy’s insides as my cum kept unloading in him. HOLY FUCK! Slowly the stream of toxic cum stopped, and I was finally able to breathe again. I still felt hot, but the feverish heat had broken. I pulled my now softening dick out of the boy’s ass and realized he was limp and whimpering. I didn’t care. He had served his purpose, so I slapped his ass hard and said, “Get out.” The boy stood up, his legs shaking, his face beaded in sweat. He seemed to have a hard time breathing, but shook his head and said, “I am supposed to give you a message. You are to get dressed and come with me to meet HIM. He has sent for you, but says not to tell anyone and that I am to take you out through your private entrance and he will explain everything.” HIM? Did he mean Deacon? Deacon sent him? That made no sense and why send one of the boys? Why didn’t he just call me or have Jonas tell me or his Micah? The boy saw my hesitation and added, “Umm HE said this is urgent, so we must go now.” I nodded, and quickly got dressed as the harness boy put his jock back on and rested on the edge of the bed, leaving a small stain where he sat. He was not looking good, but I could not worry about that. What was wrong? What was going on with Deacon? Suddenly I was afraid something had happened to him. Oh God no, please let him be OK. As soon as I was dressed the boy led the way down one of the hallways in my suite, past several rooms I had not even bothered going into yet. He stopped, opened a door and we entered what was clearly a store room. The boy walked to the back, pulled a large tapestry to the side and revealed a steel door that he opened by punching a code into a key pad. We entered the hall behind it, the door closed, and we began going down a metal spiral staircase. At the bottom, the boy entered a code into another keypad and we stepped out into a small equipment room. We were clearly in the basement. I followed the boy into an area that was used for deliveries to the back of large paneled van. He knocked twice on the door, the door opened and I immediately recognized one of the guys I had met at Uncle Jack’s crack house in DC the night the boys pimped me out to him for their drugs. Well I assumed it was him as he had on the same bandana over his face and sunglasses, how many guys do that? (See The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped out - PART 3 – UNCLE JACK’S HOUSE/CRACK DEN – PIMPED OUT / https://breeding.zone/threads/15194-The-Homeless-Guys-From-the-Video-Store-–Fucked-up-Dicked-down-Pimped-out) I froze, really confused, and turned to walk away. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of someone else in shades with a bandana over his face as I was violently shoved forward as the guy in the van grabbed me and pulled me into the back. I landed face first and was dragged forward on the carpeted floor as someone jumped in behind me, closed the van door, I heard a door close at the front of the van, then it started up and started moving. The back of the van was totally dark and I was still face down, so could not see what was going on. I tried to get up while at the same time asking, “What fuck is going on?” The reply was a boot kick to the side of the head and two sets of hands roughly pulling my clothes off. The kick made me see white stars and set my head spinning as I went sort of limp while the two guys quickly got me naked. I was soon bare assed and face down on the floor of the van as it drove to who knows where. “Come on man,” the guy who had kicked me said, “We ain’t got long, you know? You doing this or what?” The guy straddling my legs replied, “Shut the fuck up, I got to get it up, aahh, OK, now to fuck this hole up!” I grunted as he dropped his weight down on me, fumbled a minute, and found my hole with his hard dick. As I still had the boy’s load up there, he slid right in and started grunting and huffing and puffing as he fucked me. “Damn yo, this pussy is wet!” he said to his buddy. He now reached up and grabbed my head as he bucked and slammed and cummed up my ass. My head was clearing up and as he got off me, I tried to push up off the floor and was met with another boot kick to the head. This one dropped me as the other guy growled, “STAY THE FUCK DOWN! Who said you could move? Huh?” I could barely focus now as the first guy got completely off me and was soon replaced by the one who just kicked me. The 10 inch raw dick that he shoved in my ass hurt, even with all the cum up there. He was thick, and rough, and being totally sober and tense did not help. All I could do was lay there and grunt as the guy fucked me. He put his right hand over my nose and mouth and twisted my head to the right so I could look at his partner sitting on the left side of the van on a small bench, still trying to get his belt on. They had turned on a small overhead light in the van, so I got my first good look at one of my abductor’s faces. The guy who fucked me first had removed his bandana and sunglasses. Why didn’t he care now if I saw him or not? The raw dick in my ass was getting harder as my other captor fucked, using his buddy’s cum as lube. His hand squeezed tight over my nose and mouth, making it difficult to breathe and on top of the kick to the head, I was feeling really dizzy. He talked shit in my ear as he fucked, “Yo man we going to have lots of fun with this one aren’t we. White hole just made for some big black dick! Ain’t it? Oh yeah. You like this dick up in there? Huh? You like this big old southern slab fucking you down?” With his hand squeezing tighter, I could not reply one way or the other as he continued to cut off my air and fuck my ass. Soon he picked up the pace and started to body slam me, driving me into the van floor as his dick shot and unloaded up my ass. He yanked out, sat off on the bench beside his buddy, and started to hike his pants back up. “DAMN!” he said as he fist bumped his buddy, “I bred him good on that one, and got him nice and wet for Uncle Jack.” Uncle Jack? What did he mean? I looked at him. He too had removed his bandana and sunglasses. Yes, I would remember both their faces for sure. The van continued driving for a while and it seemed like we were still in the city as we stopped, would turn left or right, drive a bit, stop. The next time the van stopped someone in the front seat pounded on the panel separating us from them. My two captors edged towards the back door, the doors opened, and the inside was flooded with light. A large shadow filled the doorway. Deacon? I was trying to get to the door when I got another boot kick to the head, dropping me back on the floor. The van shifted as the new person got in. The doors shut and I heard him say, “Any trouble boys?” It was Uncle Jack. What I had feared was now confirmed. I realized Deacon had not sent for me at all. Uncle Jack had kidnapped me and as the fear and anger flared bright, the tats on my forearms burned and seared and glowed just a second. We were betrayed. Baritone laughter filled the van as I glared at Uncle Jack, wishing I could beat the fuck out of him right now and knock out what teeth he had left. Uncle Jack was 6’4, 220, so even without his boys, I was no match, but still. “Well, well, well,” Uncle Jack said, “Look what we have hear. Did you boys get a little taste first? Still good, no? Ahhh, good, good. “ He seemed to fill the van as he began to get undressed, his huge donkey dick plopping out of his pants. The first time he fucked me I had been wicked high and my hole was open and loose and I wanted him so bad. Right now, there was no way in hell I either wanted him or could take him. Uncle Jack saw the look on my face and laughed louder, “Yes, yes, you took me well last time, and true, you may not be so ready today, but I do not mind. Remember white bitch, I like it when you scream and bleed for me. How better to make sure you take what I have to give, or don’t you want my special gift anymore, huh?” The first time with Uncle Jack I had wanted it. Not now. Not after I knew he had betrayed Deacon and me. I lunged at Uncle Jack and swung at him, kicked, and screamed in anger and frustration to no avail as his two boys grabbed me. Uncle Jack’s fist struck out, connected to the side of my mouth and dropped me. The next thing I knew, Uncle Jack was raping my ass with his 12.5 inch dick and his boys were taking turns muffling my screams by shoving their dicks down my throat. I tried to resist. Uncle Jack’s voice broke through the fog in my head, his sweat covering me, “Remember how last time I saw you I told you I had only begun using you? And that I would give you so much pain you will pass out when I fuck you? Well Deacon should not have tried to keep you from me when I wanted you and now, now I will fulfill my promise.” Uncle Jack’s raw dick was shredding my guts, his big hands were closing around my throat, and his boys were fucking my mouth. What were they going to do next? Stay tuned for Chapter 2 of Uncle Jack Attacks

The Cab Driver Takes His Fare in Trade The heat in the old, beat up taxicab hit me like a hammer, as did the smell of smoke, sweat, and man funk. The back seat sunk a bit as I climbed in and the front seat was pushed so far back I had to struggle to get my feet in. The cab was filthy. The front seat was covered with a ton of papers and there was trash on the floor in back. Damn! It was 4:30 a.m., and I had been waiting for a taxi for almost 40 minutes and was already pissed off as I was having to head home after a weekend full of bare dick and lots of cum. I was also a little wet as the weather had turned cold, and there was a light mist coming down. It had been a while since I had seen Derrick the first time as told in the story “Fun at the seedy motel.” (https://breeding.zone/threads/12672-Fun-at-the-Seedy-Motel?highlight=seedy+motel) Derrick was back in town and staying at the same seedy motel off New York Ave. and he had just spent the weekend sharing my ass with several other big raw dicks. That’s a story for later, for now, as the driver put the cab in gear and headed out of the parking lot, I could only regret that I had to leave and get back home to get ready for work. As the street lights showed through the car windows, and the cum in my ass continued to work itself in, my thoughts were interrupted when the cab driver asked, “Do you mind if I smoke?” “I don’t care, go ahead,” I said. I took a look at the cabbie now. He was about 40, jet black hair, looked like he may be Indian, or Pakistani, nice beard, and a thick accent. Smoke filled the cab as he exhaled and said, “So you been partying tonight? Going home now? You know that motel is a pretty bad place?” I was in no mood for playing 21 questions and rudely replied, “Yeah, I know it’s bad, that’s why I was there. I was there partying and taking as much big raw dick as I could find and now I have to head home, but am still horny as fuck!” The cabbie looked in the rearview mirror at me and did not reply, and I just stared out the window feeling frustrated. I was not really paying attention when the cab stopped at a corner, turned, and then immediately went through a chain linked fence gate into a large parking lot. I sat up, wondering where we were and said, “Hey man, is this a short cut or something?” The cabbie did not answer as we drove past a bunch of commuter buses, a line of taxicabs and some other vehicles. He turned left and stopped at the end of a row of buses and turned the cab off. The cabbie opened his door, got out, shut his door, then opened the driver’s side back seat door and climbed in back with me. The cabbie immediately unzipped his pants, pulled them down his hips a little bit and said, “Come on, suck me.” Awesome! I was so dick hungry and wasted no time as I gobbled his dick up and started sucking him good. His dick was nice and meaty, long foreskin, and really hairy with hair coming half way up the shaft. I had to keep stopping and pulling hair out of my teeth and finally said fuck it, and just focused on sucking him. The cabbie leaned back, placed his right hand on the back of my head and began bucking his hips to feed me his dick. I was massaging his big hairy balls, which were now pulled up tight and I knew he was getting ready to cum. I wanted his cum in my ass, but any load was better than none, so I opened wide and swallowed his nutt deep. He moaned loudly as I milked his dick, forcing his balls to give me more. When I was satisfied he was done cumming, I started to pull off his dick, but he pushed my head back down and said, “No, get me hard. I can go again.” No problem there, I made myself a little more comfortable and got back to work, enjoying the cabbie’s nice uncut raw dick. By now the windows of the cab were totally fogged up, but I was not concerned at all about being caught. The place seemed quiet and who cared anyways, all I could think about was more dick. In a few minutes he was fully hard again and I focused on working my tongue around his dick head, which seemed really sensitive. As I was flicking my tongue in his piss slit, he pushed my head away, hiked up his pants and said, “Come on.” I crawled out of the back seat of the cab, closed the door, and followed the cabbie around the front of the taxi, to the side of the last bus in the row. He stepped between the bus and chain linked fence, had me step around him, and then he pulled open the bus door, which was already slightly ajar. By the time I got into the bus, the cabbie was already dropping his pants and his big uncut dick was ready and waiting. I started to get on my knees when the cabbie said, “No.” I stopped, not sure what he wanted or meant, but took a chance, dropped my pants, and presented him ass. My white ass shown like the moon in the pale light inside the bus, and I put my hands on the back of the seats on other side of the aisle and bent over as far as I could. “Do you still have cum up there?” the cabbie asked, “Tell me how they fucked you. Tell me how you were bad. Tell me about their cum.” “I have so much cum in my ass,” I told the cabbie, “They fucked me over and over just to lube me up for you. Want to feel their cum? Want to fuck me? Want to shoot your cum up there too?” The cabbie answered by pulling my cheeks apart and rubbing his dick around my wet hole. He reached down and I turned and saw him fishing around in his pants pocket as he pulled out a condom and stood up and began tearing it open. “No man,” I said. “No condom, just fuck me raw, I want to feel you push their cum deeper and then I want yours too, PLEASE – then I will suck you again, I promise, I will lick you clean.” The cabbie hesitated, so I said, “Think how good it will feel to just fuck it. I bet it has been a long time since you felt a nice hot hole milk your dick, hasn’t it. Just try it. Stick it in and if you don’t like then we can stop and you can put that on.” I bent back over, pulled my cheeks apart, and waited as the cabbie thought about what I said. What was he thinking about? His wife? The risk? I didn’t care, I just wanted it bareback and started moving my ass around a bit as my hunger heated up. I reached back, found his still raw dick. He did not stop me. I lined his now very hard dick up with my wet hole. He did not stop me. I slid my hand away and backed up on his raw dick, hearing it plop into my wet ass. He did not stop me. Now I began to work my hole and ride his dick. The cabbie grabbed the seats as I rode his dick bareback. His moaning and groaning told me he would not be stopping so I focused on flexing my hole and giving him some ass to remember. I thought he would last a while since I had swallowed a huge load already, but he didn’t, and soon his breathing and moaning picked up its pace. “Give me your cum, that’s it, that’s it, add your load to my ass, come on, give it to me, give it to me!” The cabbie tensed and without saying a word his dick swelled and he gave me a hot sticky load up my ass, so I flexed my ass and rode him, making his breaths came out in little bursts of air. I pulled my dripping ass off his dick, knelt down, and took his whole dick in my mouth to lick him clean. He was still grabbing the back of the bus seats when I finished and stood up. The cabbie let out a big sigh, and I smiled and said, “See, I told you you would enjoy that.” We climbed out of the bus and got back in the taxi. The cabbie lit up a cigarette and was enjoying the afterglow, but I was still horned up and asked, “Can you fuck again? I want some more man.” He shook his head no, but a minute later put his cigarette out, dialed his phone, and started speaking to someone in a language I did not know. The cabbie hung up, lit another cigarette, and by now I was just getting aggravated and wanted to go home. I started to say something when the cabbie interrupted me, “Do you want some more?” Of course I did, I already told him that, but said, “Yeah man, love being fucked and taking cum and would love some more.” He nodded, lit up another cigarette, and when he was about half way though the inside of the taxi was lit up as a set of headlights started coming towards us down the parking lot aisle. The cabbie looked in his rearview mirror, got out of the cab, and when the other car stopped he walked around to the driver’s side. The other car was a taxi too and as they were talking a third taxi pulled up behind the second one and a guy got out to join my cabbie and the other driver. I was not sure what was going on but soon my cabbie came back, opened the back door and said, “My friends, they want to have fun too, “and then in a lower voice, “They want to cum too, no condom. I told them you would ask them wear one, but they should pretend to, and then when you bend over to do it without. OK?” I smiled wide and said, “FUCK YEAH! I can play that.” I climbed back into the bus, pulled my pants off, and bent over. My ass was nice and wet and was about to get some more raw dick from a couple of horny cab drivers. Guess my weekend was going to end pretty well after all and the cabbie better not charge me a fare when he drops me off at home, although I think I will give him a nice tip.

Great story - nice and nasty!

Woke up early and walked to the corner 7-11. Going in saw a tall black thuggish guy across the street in a long white t-shirt, baseball cap, jeans who looked like he was hanging around. As I was standing in line to pay for my stuff, three of the local hookers walked in with him right behind them looking at them hard. I got to the cashier, paid and as I started to walk out he walked out in front of me. I said hi, he asked if there were any liquor stores around, I told him yeah, right across the street but they don't open until 10 or so. He said damn, was visiting town and had been partying all night and was looking for some beer. I told him I had some if he wanted, he said thanks and followed me to my place. We got into my apartment and he saw I had a straight porn flick on and started watching while I grabbed his beer. I asked if he wanted to sit, he said no, had someone waiting on him and started towards the door, so I asked if he wanted a quick fuck, would give him a little cash. He said OK, slammed his beer and told me to suck him to get him hard. Nice dick, about 9, average thickness, when he was hard he said he was ready so I got on my hands and knees on the ottoman in front of the TV with the porn playing and he drove his dick in hard, fucked fast and furious and gave me a hot load. He pulled out, wiped off with the towel, asked for another beer and left.

Chapter 6 of the Sire Chronicles: DEACON’S GIFTS and I MEET MY NEW GUARDS I begged him to fuck me harder and deeper and Deacon made my teeth clang together as he beast fucked my guts, giving me his super-toxic cum over and over. I went to sleep that night with Deacon’s dick still in my ass after he had filled me again with his piss. His dick had expanded and knotted out, lodging itself deep, ensuring that nothing leaked out as we slept. When I awoke it was to Deacon starting to fuck me again and blessing me with another load. Once he finished, he quickly pulled his dick out, making me scream. Deacon loved that and slammed in and pulled out a few more times, savoring my agony. The last time he pulled out, his dick was followed by a rush of piss, cum, blood, and ass juice, and Deacon telling me, “Not a drop is wasted, what you cannot keep in you will clean up, now LICK IT UP!!” I got on my hands and knees and licked up my mess as Deacon went to the bathroom and got in the shower. I followed and like a crack addict had to have more and backed up onto his ever-hard dick as the water cascaded around us so he could fill me up again. When we were done I toweled Deacon off, following his instructions on how best to serve him. Deacon then left the bathroom and let me get ready to meet him for breakfast. Everything had been set out for, so I brushed my teeth, dried off, took a piss and made sure to keep his piss and cum up my ass which was not easy at all. My ass was gaping and leaking, so I repeatedly had to wipe myself with my hand and lick it clean. I went to the dining room, still naked as ordered, and sat to Deacon’s right. He was at the head of a large, ornate, wood table that was set for a meal for the two of us and soon his butler appeared with trays and served our food. He left, and I could not help staring at Deacon as my ass twitched and I realized I just wanted more dick. Deacon laughed and said, “Even after all of that, you still want more?” I shook my head yes as I shamefully hung my head. Deacon reached over with his right hand, lifted my chin so I could meet his eyes and said, “NEVER feel shame for desiring me, or for anything that you need, want, or that I ask you to do. You – we – are the COVENANT and you continue to please me beyond my imagining. I see now that you were truly made for me as not once did you ask me to stop, not once did you try to run from me. You understood what I needed and did everything you could to let me feed and have it. It has been many many years since my soul was fed so well by such pure, strong pain, and the physical enjoyment too of course. So, I promised you that today we would speak about anything you wished, so what do you wish to know?” My mind was so focused on sex, I had not thought about that. What did I want to know? I now knew I was his and he was my life, so no sense asking about that. So I asked about his tattoos, and how they seemed to shift, move, change colors. Deacon’s eyes narrowed as he said, “You can see that? Hmmm….another surprise you have for me as that is a truly special talent. The simplest answer is each one of my tattoos is sacred, and has great meaning, as does the tattoo on your back does it not? Just as you earned that, each of mine were earned, and as we are together you shall earn yours as well, just as you did those,” he said pointing to the new tats on the insides of my wrist. “But what do they mean?” I asked. Deacon shook his head and said, “In time you may learn that, but for now all you must understand is that they have great power and are a great honor.” I was still curious, but decided to move on and asked about how I would serve him. Deacon was quiet a moment and said, “Just as you were of service to Dr Mike in spreading infection, and AIDS, and death and destruction, you will serve me as well. You are my genesis and are more infected than even Dr Mike can truly fathom. Not just your cum and blood is toxic, but for some, even your sweat, spit, skin can pass the virus along in the same way I passed mine to you.” Deacon continued, “You and I will be travelling. I know Dr Mike explained to you about the Covenant and the regional AIDs lords. You will continue to support their work in Tier 1 regions, but in addition, you and I will travel to Tier 2 areas and you will be the bait. You will recruit those that I target, men and boys in positions of power and access to bodies such as college professors, company executives, other leaders of various types in churches, towns, prisons, and other institutions. You will infect them in whatever way is required as a bottom, or as Dr Mike taught, a top when needed to accomplish the goal. In addition, you will train and develop those that you infect to the cause, to the COVENANT, teach them the joy of infecting and breeding. I am trusting you to lead them to my cause, the need to breed and seed and they will then serve me too in their way. Do you understand?” I shook my head yes as his words sank in, and then was hit by a wall of anxiety or fear I guess similar to what I felt when Dr Mike had me breed and infect the first boy. Deacon knew what I was feeling, as he seemed to know everything, and said, “Remember, none of this work – and that is what it is – will change our COVENANT. You and I are one now and always will be.” His smile of reassurance and soothing words took away any concern. Deacon then said, “I know you have wondered why Dr Mike had you trained in other skill sets. In addition to what I require of you for my own needs and to spread your toxic gift, you will also be my personal companion. Yes, I have staff and you will have your own staff as well, but their roles are limited and I prefer to have you serve in certain roles such as helping me get ready as I wish, or sleep with me when I wish, or just spend time with me. You will have your own suite, which you will see soon, but I will often want you with me.” My face must have lit up as I wanted nothing more than to serve him and I realized not just sexually. Deacon smiled and continued, “Dr Mike had you begin training in business matters as you will be the face of my businesses, the public face of COVENANT INC. As you can see I tend to be noticed and I need discretion to carry out my work. Your training in this area will continue and intensify. I have the best experts in the world running my businesses, but starting now they will always come to you to convey what is needed and you will then covey that to me and vice versa.” “In summary,” Deacon said, “You will never speak of me to anyone, period. I have remade you to be my personal travel companion, assistant, valet, and of course you will ensure all of my needs are addressed. You will continue to be fucked by other men and to fuck others too to pass your strains, but I will use you – often and brutally, and when I am inside you is the only time you may try to resist me, otherwise you will obey me at all times. I am you SIRE and my soul now thirsts for your pain and anguish and I may use you anytime I wish, any where, any way, any how. When you have pleased me well I will make love to you in the ways that you desire most.” I sighed, knowing my life had changed forever and could think of nothing better. While I did not miss Dr Mike now like I did in that first moment, I was curious and asked where he was and if he was OK and if Deacon had fucked him. Deacon laughed, “No no he is not for me, no no, yes he serves me, but in a different way as you know. I watched how loyal you were to your Dr Mike, and yes, even a little bit of love I think. I also saw how he looked at you with an attachment that I do not think he truly realized. While I could easily force such devotion on you, I will not. In some things, such as this, I will wish to see your own will, your own desire, your own mind and thought and choice. You may never find what you consider to be love with me, or you might, but either way you know in your heart that I will always guide and protect you and will keep you safe now no matter what. You are mine, yet you may have your Lionel or someone else for that if you wish and I will not object. As I have said I will let many men fuck you, and use you, and you may have sex with anyone you choose as long as it does not interfere with your duties. However, also know that I will only have sex with you, for practical reasons you can understand, and other reasons that for now do not matter.” That surprised me, and I shook my head, looked at Deacon and said, “Truly, I just want to be yours in every way. I will do everything you ask and more, and I am honored you have chosen me. I do love being fucked and taking cum, but even with Dr Mike, it was a way for me to serve him. But there was always a wall, a barrier, I could never serve him in every way like I know I have, and will continue to do with you.” Deacon pulled me out of my chair and over towards him and began kissing me long and hard, his dick rising and getting snagged in the table cloth making me laugh. I just wanted to collapse in his arms again, but he let me go and I sat back down. “You will not return to DC,” Deacon said, affirming what I already knew, “Well at least not now and not to the life you knew before. You will see Uncle Jack again as he made a special request on that to ensure your genesis would help him in his mission and for his own personal pleasure as he has something special planned for you I understand.” I thought back to the rough fuck Uncle Jack had given me at his crack house and my dick got instantly hard. Deacon knew and smiled. We had almost finished eating when Deacon said, “I mentioned that you would have your own staff. Even here, at COVENANT, only a select few of the staff are aware of me at any level. They will all know you, and will treat you with the respect and courtesy your position mandates. You will start out with your own personal butler, one of the harnessed serving boys, and a pair of private guards. We hire only the best, and these four will serve you in every way and in everything you ask including sex if you desire, no questions, and I will not interfere with them unless they do not do as you wish and if that happens, they understand the punishment is extreme and severe. They will travel with us as needed, but always separately, and they will never see me or hear you speak of me, understand?” I nodded. Deacon’s butler appeared again on some secret signal, and in looking at him I realized he looked almost the same as the others I had seen. Early 20’s, very polished, smart and clearly loyal. Deacon indicated him and said, “Follow Micah. The large closet and dressing area in my bedroom on the far side is for you. You will find a complete set of clothes for all occasions in there, a duplicate of what is in your own suite. My suite is your home now as well, but for those times when we wish, you have your own space too. The suite has been built and decorated based on your preferences and tastes, but you may change anything you wish. Gut it if you want and start again, I do not care, as that is yours. So, get dressed and Micah will introduce you to your staff.” I was thinking about what my suite may look like and how he knew so much about me when Deacon said, “I must leave town to handle some business that I delayed during your conversion. I will be gone for a couple of days and you are not yet strong enough to travel with me, so you will stay here. Take this time to familiarize yourself with your staff, with COVENANT, with the rest of the staff, and anything you may need, just ask Micah, he oversees all of the staff here and even yours report to him. Of course Micah in turn will follow any request or order from you as if it came from me.” The thought of Deacon leaving sent a rush of anxiety, loss, and longing through me. I was not ready to be separated from him yet. I stood up from the table, my dick still hard in hunger for Deacon, but I was not embarrassed as Deacon smiled and watched me follow Micah back to the bedroom who showed me my closet, asked if I needed any assistance, and then left. I picked out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but skipped the shoes as I loved being barefoot and was just going down the hall. I returned to the dining room and Deacon was now sitting a little back from the table, his monster dick swollen and dripping a stream of precum that was staining the plush tan carpet. I practically ran over to him, dropped onto my knees and started licking his piss slit. The first drops of his precum burned my lips and tongue, but I wanted more, and slurped all over his dick to get every drop I could. Deacon grabbed the back of my head with both his hands, held my mouth over the apple sized head of his dick and pushed me down onto him. His dick head was too big to go straight into my mouth, but I found by shifting around that if I tilted my head a little and angled more to the side, I just barely fit it in. Deacon moaned as my tongue and mouth covered his head and immediately began trying to force his dick down my throat. Once the head was in I was able to get straight again and tried opening my mouth further. Deacon now pushed his hips forward and my head down, choking the breath out of me as his dick filled my throat and blocked my airways. I gagged, choked, my body convulsed as I tried to puke but Deacon did not stop and just kept forcing his dick in as far as it would go. Once he was satisfied I had all I could take, Deacon banged my throat hard, fucking me hard, pulling back a little and slamming forward trying to make my throat open like my ass did. I was starting to blackout from the lack of air and just as I was on the edge Deacon shot his AIDs filled cum down my throat. HIS CUM WAS LIKE HOT KNIVES, slicing my throat open as it ran down my insides. Oh shit! It scalded me and burned me and when it hit my stomach my gut clenched tight and heaved in waves. Deacon pulled his dick out of my mouth and held it in front of my face until I caught my breath and could lick him clean. “One last thing,” Deacon said as I was still on my knees, “I have specially chosen your new guards not only for their technical skills, but, well, you will see. You may let them fuck you as you wish, or not, that is up to you, as I said, you are always mine now no matter what. Micah is waiting for you by the front door and will now escort you to your suite and I will see you on my return.” I nodded, stood up, then leaned in and let Deacon lick my face clean as he kissed me hard good-bye. I went to the front door and found Micah waiting. He opened the door, we stepped into the hall, and Deacon’s two guards, all dressed in black, were at their posts. I followed Micah down the hall and to the right to the end of a short hallway. There was another butler standing by a large set of wooden doors who looked almost like Micah’s clone, and one of the harnessed boys. I did not see my guards as Micah said, “This is Jonas, he will serve you as you wish, as do I, and I am happy to meet with you at your convenience to discuss the additional rules and protocol we have in place for our staff that serve on this level, and those that serve the rest of COVENANT. Unless you have any questions I will leave you now to attend to other matters and please call if you need me.” I shook my head, Micah left, and I looked at Jonas who was standing at attention. I then looked at the harnessed boy who like the others, was very young, smaller, hairless, and his eyes were downcast to the floor. I asked, “What is your name?” He did not answer, but Jonas said, “He has no name Sir, he is just here to serve. You may choose to call him whatever you wish, but I understand that generally names must be earned. However, he will answer to anything and like myself, is here to attend to all of your needs, whatever they may be.” Hmm, neither one of them were really my thing, especially as I was still savoring the taste of Deacon’s foul and burning cum. “Ok, might as well show me around,” I said. Jonas opened the door and I stepped through into the long entry hall followed by him and the boy. As I entered the large living room I saw a tall blond man pacing back and forth, dressed in the same black uniform as the other guards. He turned, stopped, stared, and I did the same as I could not believe it. There, standing before me in all of his soldierly glory was Captain Baker who I had met months back as told in the story The Soldiers –supporting the troops –the Dr Mike Way. Jonas bowed and left with the harness boy and I just stood there staring as Captain Baker walked over and hugged me hard. I pulled away and started to pepper him with questions, “What are you doing here? How did,…I don’t understand…I thought……What….” Captain Baker stopped me as he tried kissing me, but I deflected his kiss as I did not want to share Deacon’s cum and did not know how it would affect him. I was surprised how nice it made me feel to see him again. We were still holding each other with Baker kissing my neck and cheeks when a loud voice interrupted us and said, “Well, well, well, guess Puppy found his boy after all.” I turned and coming out of the hall, dressed in the same black uniform, with a cigarette in his mouth and looking as menacing as the last time I saw him – Captain Fontaine. He laughed, shook his head, put his cigarette out in an ashtray on the table as Captain Baker tensed up and seemed ready to fight. Captain Fontaine stepped between us as he pushed Baker back away from me a couple steps and said, “Ol’Fontaine’s thinking these new orders ain’t so bad after all. If I recall, you opened that hole right up for me when I came to your house and made you my own AIDs bitch and left you full of so much southern cum and tore you up, bet you didn’t walk right for days!!” Fontaine continued laughing as he walked away, pulling his black t-shirt off over his head and went to the table and tapped a new cigarette out of the pack. Baker stood back, looking at me with bewilderment, confusion, and hurt not quite understanding what he just heard. Oh hell! I was trying to figure out what to say, how to explain, when Fontaine’s voice interrupted my thoughts, “And were these your idea?” I glanced at Fontaine as he was fingering small rings that now pierced each nipple. “Ol’Puppy’s got em too,” Fontaine said, “I knew this was no regular assignment went they said I had to get my God damn nipples pierced! That’s hardly Army airborne standard.” Fontaine had continued to get undressed as he talked and now stood stark naked except for his boots, holding his lit cigarette up and taking a long, hard drag, while stroking his hardening dick with his left. “So are you just going to stand there or what? I need some ass now!” Fontaine growled, but with an evil smirk on his face. I looked at Baker who now looked truly angry. He glared at Fontaine and opened the door and left the suite, letting the large double doors slam behind him on his way out. I knew he would not get far as the other soldiers would make sure of that. Fontaine walked over to me as I stood looking at the closed door, ready to go after Baker and grabbed my left arm hard, spun me around to face him and looked in my eyes as he exhaled a long stream of smoke into my face. Fontaine’s mammoth dick was now almost fully hard and poking me in the gut as he pulled me closer. “Don’t you worry about Puppy,” Fontaine said. “You and me, we got some catching up to do. I’ve been missing that nice wet ass of yours and really enjoyed how you served me and let me dig up in there when I came to your place and made you my own personal faggot. I loved how you shined my boots, made me some drinks, and most of all faggot – I loved tearing that hole to shreds as I beat the shit out of you faggot and made you my own little AIDs bitch. I know you hurt for days after I planted my DNA virus in that faggot hole of yours. Ol’Fontaine’s got a load that needs milking, and you’re either gonna help me out willing, or not, but either way I plan to dump this seed nice and deep.” I stood thinking as Fontaine put the cigarette in his mouth, his hands flashed out and closed around my throat as he said through clenched teeth, ”TELL ME FAG – YOU WANT SOME REAL SOLDIER DICK?” I looked down at Fontaine’s dripping dick and decided Captain Baker better learn his place now and get over it. He and Fontaine were now my soldiers and part of their mission was to keep my ass happy! Fontaine laughed in horny glee as I smiled back at him, nodded as best I could with his hands around my throat, and tried taking off my clothes. I needed some cum up my ass and I had just man available to give me what I needed. Stay tuned for future stories with Deacon and my soldier guards, Captain Baker and Captain Fontaine, as well as my travels to serve Deacon across the country visiting bookstores, colleges, armed forces bases, and more, as well as a trip home to see Uncle Jack, Lionel, and others. Will I see Dr Mike again?

FRANKLIN SQUARE PARK CREW: PART 4- The Wild Fucks and Off to the Circus The last two guys of the night were some of the wildest, drugged up fucks. The next guy who came back was a total homeless druggie. He was young, white, had on a baseball cap, t-shirt, jeans that were a light denim, but appeared almost black from dirt. He had scabs and a couple small open sores on his face. He was tall and really really skinny. Had the whole heroin chic look going on. I didn’t expect much from him from first looks and he did not even look at me really. He was looking side-to-side and sort of spaced. I walked over, started rubbing at his pants and was surprised by a nice long bulge forming down his right leg. I unbuttoned his jeans and when they dropped was hit with a wall of funk and odor that set me back. A long, uncut dick was hanging between his legs, clearly dirty and parts of it looked bruised almost. I took a deep breath, lifted his dick, and licked at the slit of the nice big head. I gagged, and when I did he took both hands and shoved my open throat deep down onto his festering dick. He held my head as I gagged and my nostrils were buffeted with the smell of death. I had to breathe through my nose, so took several long inhales, each one assaulting me with his stink. I had never tasted such a foul dick, but my ass pulsed and my dick was hard and so I opened my throat as much as I could and swallowed his long dick. He let my head go, but I kept my face buried in his nasty crotch, inhaling the smell and trying to swallow as much dick as I could. When I finally pulled off to catch a normal breath, I looked up and saw that he had taken a glass pipe out and was heating it up, deeply inhaling the white flowing smoke created. I buried myself back into him, tasting his infected dick, his dirt and filth, and smelling true nastiness. As I pulled back on his dick I would glance up, seeing him hit his pipe and had to jack my dick as it was so fucking hot to see him getting high while I sucked on him. I was loving his smell now and just wanted his dick up my ass. I turned around to back up on him, but he stepped to the side and leaned against the wall, not saying a word. He was standing a bit away from the wall so his dick was jutting out and only his shoulders were on the wall. He hit the pipe again and looked at me through glassy eyes. My ass was still wet enough and I turned and backed right up onto him as he pushed his hips up to meet my open ass. I took him balls deep and sighed in ecstasy as he hit every spot going in. I braced my hands on my legs and turned to see him still hitting his pipe, eyes closed now. If a bottom can rape a top I raped him. He was just a dick for me to use for my pleasure and I bounced, jumped, pushed up and down and rode his dick to beat hell. I wanted – no NEEDED HIS INFECTED CUM – and was going to milk him for every drop. I rode him slow, I rode him fast and hard, and did all the work as he just leaned against the wall, almost continuously smoking his pipe. I was finally rewarded as he took the pipe away from his mouth long enough to say, “Shit, here I cum!” His dick was really sensitive once he came, and he oohed and aahhed as I slowly pulled off with a PLOP. I knelt and started licking him clean and he pushed at my head saying ,”No man, no, stop, no man.” I did not listen and grabbed his hips with my left hand pulling him into my face as I licked his dick clean and held it in place with my right. When I was finished I let go, stood up, and said, “Thanks man.” The guy didn’t say a word, just put his pipe away and left. Tommy came over with the plate, I cleaned it and really felt that last snort. The shit was good but did not seem to last all the long. I asked Tommy about that and he said, “Yeah, that’s why I moved on, speaking of, come on.” I followed Tommy to the bathroom and did not ever bother looking towards the parking area at this point. Hell, they had all been up my ass so who cared. Tommy locked the door, dug behind the toilet, got out his bag with his syringes and plunged into his arm. Even after Warren told me about Tommy, I still licked his arm clean. I stood up, Tommy reached into his pants, pulled out his girl’s red panties, and I automatically opened my mouth so he could stuff them in. He smiled, got a wicked glint in his eyes and said, “Wish I had you in jail with me. I would have cleaned up pimping your ass out to all the brothers that like nothing better than raping a white hole.” Tommy dropped his pants, bent me back over the sink, clamped his hand over my mouth and nose, making it difficult to breathe as he slid his dick up inside me again and said, “Damn you’re hole is all warm and just grips at my dick! Even after all the fucking you been doing! I love a challenge, my friend and I will make you tap out for sure when we rape you. Maybe we won’t come to your place after all, maybe we will grab you off the street and take you someplace.” Tommy was talking low and deep into my ear while pumping me with black dick, “Even better, we’ll take you to some alley in the hood and rape you there then drop you off at PG County Jail. I know all the guards and they would pass you around to those willing to pay. Yeah, I think that’s what we’ll do.” One of the kids who fucked me earlier pounded on the door, “Tommy, you in there? Yo Tommy? Warren said to get that pussy out here. We got us a special customer.” Tommy slowed, pulled his dick out, unwadded the now spit-covered panties from my mouth and said, “I can see in your eyes you are asking for it – they all ask it – don’t worry, we’ll give it you.” I followed Tommy out and could see a car parked in the middle of the lot, the headlights shining against the brick walls, creating a dance of shadows as Warren and the crew walked back and forth in front of the car. I suddenly realized it was a cop car and bolted behind the pallets and waited. Tommy came in with the plate, laughing, and said, “Don’t worry, that’s Pooh – you know like the little bear – although he ain’t little, ain’t nothing about Pooh little and he gives Warren a run for his money. There some cops in DC you can fuck with and they take the shit, but not Pooh. That mother fucker is scary.” Tommy left the plate with me and I snorted several lines and set it back and waited. About 5 minutes later a dark shadow crossed my face, announcing the arrival of Pooh, the cop. He was in full cop uniform, hat, gun, cuffs, you name it and the fucker was built. About 6”3, 240, mid-30s, white, clean cut, handsome. Damn, he was a total wet dream! I must have smiled as Pooh said in a deep voice, “You like what you see? You should, yeah you should. But I got something you will really like right here,” as he grabbed a handful of hardening dick now making an outline in his pants. “So, my old pal Warren tells me he’s been running you tonight. That true? Yes? Why? What do you owe him? Money for drugs? Well?” I didn’t know what to say, I couldn’t tell him about Dr Mike and my treatment program and how I was supposed to take as much infected dick as I could. Pooh looked down at the plate that still had a couple of lines and said, “Finish it.” What? A cop telling me to do drugs? That was kind of hot, so I obeyed, picked up the plate and snorted it clean, making my nose burn and eyes water. The cop laughed at me then said, “Come here. Why Warren has you out here really means nothing to me. What I am interested in is getting a taste.” When I got close to him he turned me around, shoved three fingers up my ass hard, making me take a step forward to keep my balance. He fingered me a couple times, pulled them out, turned me around, and shoved his fingers in my mouth so I could lick them clean. I heard the clang of metal on metal and Pooh said, “Turn around.” I expected to feel his fingers in my ass again, but instead he grabbed my arms, pulled them back, clamped my right arm into a handcuff, then connected it to my left as he pinched them tight. “Wait, I didn’t do anything, please, I don’t….” I pleaded. Pooh laughed as he dragged me backwards then pushed me ahead of him onto the loading dock, down the steps, and towards his car. I was looking around frantically for Warren and Tommy and the crew and did not see anyone. I did see someone in the back of his car, a young black guy who pushed his face up to the window to get a better look at what was happening and then got a look of shock on his face as he realized I was a guy – a naked guy. Pooh laughed, “Don’t worry now, Warren and his crew are around, but they know I conduct my business in private, well mostly private in this case, I do like to have an audience for certain purposes.” My breath was knocked out of me as Pooh the cop pushed me chest first and face down onto the hood of his patrol car, which was hot to the touch, and the headlights of the car were still on so I could see pretty clearly. He yanked my arms up and away, making get on my tippy toes as he kicked my legs wide apart with his booted feet. I craned my neck trying to fight, and saw the guy in the back of his cruiser – his eyes wide - practically climbing over the front seat to get a look at what was going on. Pooh let my arms go and I dropped back down onto the hood, the sound echoing off the alley walls. The cop undid his belt, and laid his holster on the hood by my face. He then set his hat on top of the gun and I heard his pants drop and hit the ground. Pooh bent down, took his boots off, removed his pants, folded them, and laid on the hood beside his hat, then bent and put his boots back on. Pooh grabbed my cuffed arms, pulled me back towards him, my skin scraping against the hood. I started to complain when Pooh said, “No no no, none of that now. This is all about pleasing me, you understand, and…and… well I’ll tell you later. Warren told me you were clean and HIV negative and he had to cut his rate for you because guys had to wear condoms when they fucked you.” Condoms, no one had fucked me with condoms, what was this cop talking about? I tried to twist my body to tell him he was wrong when he yanked on my arms again, twisting my left shoulder and I yelped a bit in pain and relaxed. Might as well hear what the man had to say. Pooh continued, “I love to fuck, but I NEVER EVER wear a rubber and I have left my seed in many an ass and cunt. Tonight, I am a bit backed up as I have not had any hole in a couple days, so your ass is going to get a good fuck down. Now I can’t have you making a lot of noise so just lay there and let me have what I want. Let’s see about paving the road a little bit.” Pooh shoved three fingers back into my hole and began clawing at my guts with his nails. I tried to twist around again and was met with a hard yank as his fingers digging even harder. I yelped and he dropped my arms, slamming me back into the hood. Lesson learned. Pooh continued digging, only pleased when he had a nice trickle of blood running down each leg. I took a deep breath as the cop name Pooh spread my legs a little further then pulled on my cuffed arms so my back was a bit arched and ass was tilted up and up. I could feel his humongous dick bouncing around against my ass cheeks as he adjusted the set up. Pooh gyrated his hips a little to line his dick up with my ass, set his feet, gripped my cuffed arms a little tighter, then yanked hard on my arms, my ass raised up and out opening my hole just a little and Pooh SLAM FUCKED ME RAW. I whimpered and grunted, but did not cry out even though his rough raw dick was tearing open the rips his fingers had started. Pooh was humming and moaning and enjoying himself as he deep fucked me. Whenever my ass dropped, the cop just raised my cuffed arms a bit so I automatically again stood on my toes with my hole pushed out for him to fuck. The guy in the back of the cruiser was leaning over the front seat now, mouth a little open as he stared and we locked eyes each time Pooh lifted me up. I knew the cop was getting close as his pace picked up and he raised my arms higher and higher. When he was ready to shoot his cum in my bloody ass he slammed my body back down onto the car hood and drove straight in as deep as he could. I pushed my ass back to meet him and I counted – one – two – three – four – strokes before he started to shoot and slick me up with his cum. He was right, he was backed up and came in buckets, which was now running down my legs, following the trail of blood. The cop was still hard and was doing a slow grind in my ass with an occasional deep push. He worked my hole for a while and I was surprised his dick stayed so hard after cumming so much. Pooh eased his dick slowly out of my ass and gobs of hot cum dripped onto the pavement. He stuck his fingers back in my ass digging and scraping and working them around to make sure his load covered everything while leaning forward and said into my left ear, “That WAS good. I enjoyed that for sure. You’ll be one of my regulars now and guess what? You’re not clean anymore. I bred you good and infected you good and if tonight did not take, well, I will just have to have a repeat. Do you understand?” I shook my head no and the cop said, “I may look healthy my little man, but I’m not, I got AIDs, full blown actually, and I just infected your neg, drugged up ass.” I opened my mouth to say something, but Pooh pulled his fingers out of my ass and shoved them into my open mouth to lick and clean. When I was done he yanked me back and had me kneel to clean his dick off. It was the first good look I had at his weapon and I was truly impressed. I so wanted to get fucked again, maybe on my back next time so it would scrape me deep. Pooh the cop hauled me back up and let me drop back onto the hood as he calmly started to walk around the side of the car and I saw the guy in the backseat scramble all the way into the back and to the far side. He looked scared and maybe thought the cop was going to fuck him too as Pooh was still naked from the waist down and his dick was still pretty hard. Pooh opened the back door of the police cruiser and the guy in back started protesting, “No man, come on, I ain’t no homo, I don’t get down like that, come one, you just got him right? OK? Come on man, I’ve been good, I ain’t done nothing!” Pooh reached in and hauled the kid out and dragged him around towards the front of the car, all the while the kid was protesting and the cop not saying a word. Pooh pushed the kid against the hood of the car beside me as I stayed in position and got right up in the kids face and said in a low, menacing voice, “Right now son, I am your only friend in the world, you get me? Tonight was the third time I have caught you slinging that dope on Capitol Hill and you are not a minor any more. You know what that means? That means you get sent to Maryland State Prison – the real big house – probably up in Jessup. Trust me, that’s no place a kid like you will last very long. No, not at all.” The kid was all quiet as the cop continued, “So you see your predicament. If I take you in, that’s it for you, done, over. Unless………unless you and I come to some sort of agreement.” Pooh let the pause hang in the air as the kid thought about what the cop just said. “You want to hear what I have to say?” Pooh asked. The kid must have nodded, I could not tell, as Pooh told him, “Just like this white ass here, you’re on my list now, but not for the same exact thing as you are not my type. There are places where you can go that I can’t. I always need new ears to listen for me. Find shit out. Give the me 411 info heads up on what may be going down, you understand?” “I’m no snitch,” the kid replied. Pooh laughed, reached over and patted his gun and cop hat and said, “You want to play like that? You learned nothing from watching this little scene tonight. OK.” Pooh then slammed the kid backwards onto the hood, scaring the shit of me. I jumped to the side as the kid struggled and Pooh ripped his pants down. The kid was not wearing any underwear and had a nice dick between his legs. Pooh’s big hands were pressing down on the kid’s chest when he turned to me and said, “Get over here, see what you can do with this kid’s dick.” I tried to leverage myself off the hood and the cop helped me by pulling back on my arms. He then guided me onto my knees in front of the kids dick and I began sucking on his limp dick, despite his protests. Pooh told the kid, “Shut up, too late now smart ass. Now all I have to do it put out the word I caught you having sex with some white dude when I take you in, so what do you think your boys will do to you in jail? Huh? You’ll become their bitch for sure. OR, OR YOU CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO WHAT I SAY!” The kid quieted down and his dick began to grow in my mouth. I had to keep shifting to try to keep him in at first, but as he got longer and longer it was easier. He was a grower for sure and was soon raging hard with a good 9 inches. Once the kid was hard, Pooh lifted me up by my cuffed arms, shoved his fingers back into my wet hole and clawed at me, making me nice and bloody all over again. He then told the kid, “Stand up straight a bit, just sit against the hood,” as he turn me around and I backed onto the kids raw dick with my bloody ass. The kid did not say a word, he just took it as I started to ride him and Pooh fed me his ass juice covered fingers. Soon the kid was bucking his hips and moaning and let out a little yell as he started to cum. His legs wobbled and he would have slid right off the hood if I had not been pressing back with my ass. Without saying a word Pooh pulled me off the kid’s dick and turned me around and bent me over so I could feed on the kid’s dick, which was covered in cum, blood, and ass gore. I started to suck him clean, making the kid squirm and moan. Pooh took advantage of my winking hole to slam fuck me again, driving my head into the kids guts with each thrust. It did not take the cop long to give me his next load, which came shortly after I had swallowed the kid’s second load. Well, most of his load anyways, all of Pooh’s slamming made me unsteady so some of the kid’s nutt shot up the side of my face, but what could I do, I was still cuffed. Pooh pulled his big raw dick out of my sloppy ass, stood me up and to the side as he said to the kid, “So here’s the deal. You’re my ears now period. No option. And to make sure you continue to play nice, I will pick you up and harass you and make sure your friends see. While that will give you cred with them, what we will really be doing is you filling me in on what I want to know as I drive to pick up this nice white ass. Then we’ll both have a little fun, or maybe I’ll just watch. Naw, who am I kidding, I need to make sure he gets bred good so he can welcome you to our little club.” I wonder if the kid knew what the cop meant and that he had just been stealth fucked by an a biohazard bottom. The kid’s pants were pulled up and Pooh the cop dragged him to the back and pushed him into the back seat. Pooh came back around to the front, slowly got dressed, and then pushed me back up the stairs and behind the pallets before uncuffing me. I was rubbing my wrists when Pooh said, “Let me see you license.” I handed him my wallet, he copied down my info, had me write my phone number down too, handed my wallet back to me and said, “I need some late-night relief several times a week when my shift ends at 3:30 a.m., so when I call, you better be ready. Understand? I’ll usually come to your place, but who knows, I may have you meet me out someplace so we can work on the kid again. I have found LOTS of fun places to fuck in this town. You took orders really well, but understand, when I call it will be about pleasing me, and infecting you of course. And I hope you realize that if you are even thinking about saying anything to anyone about this, you will be more than sorry, understand?” I nodded my head as the cop who just stealth fucked me and blackmailed me left me used and bloody and full of his poz cum on a loading dock in the back of an alley. So Pooh wanted to give me more of his honey, damn, I couldn’t wait for that. It was late now, like 3:00 a.m., and Warren came over to where I was sitting on the cardboard, slid a couple fingers up my well cummed-in ass and said, “I don’t know what you did out there, but Pooh don’t give out props easily and as thanks he gave me a tip about a stash house this asshole who has been trying to wedge into my turf has, so we’ll be taking that out later for sure. Well, all the clubs have now closed and our regulars have picked up what they needed, so the shop is closed until tomorrow. Time to get you ready for the after party.” The after party? What was he talking about? Warren then pulled out a couple rolled up joints and said, “Have you ever smoke pot?” “Just a couple times,” I replied, “Didn’t really do anything for me.” Warren shook his head and said, “Yeah, that can happen, but unlike the snow you have snorted up tonight which makes you wired and awake, although the high wears off pretty quick, these little things will REALLY fuck you up. You were a great slut for me tonight, so now it’s time for me to earn some real green off that sloppy hole of yours. Got you lined up for some hardcore shit. Remember what I told you last time about several hood brothers I know who would pay me a FUCKING PREMIUM to see you take on their special friends?” I shook my head no, and Warren continued his sales pitch, “No matter, it’s all set up and they’ll be here soon to pick us up. Here, just watch what I do, I will light it for you, just focus on breathing in deep and hold it in your lungs.” I watched Warren light a joint, trying to focus on the mechanics of how he sucked in, held the smoke, then slowly exhaled. The smoke was thick and tangy, a mix of sweet and something else and I did not really think about what he had just said and these special friends that were going to fuck me. Warren took a couple hits and then handed the joint to me, nodding as I held it to my lips and repeated what I had seen him do. My throat and lungs burned a bit, and I felt like I wanted to cough, but I didn’t. He kept urging me to hold it and when he finally indicated I should let it out, I exhaled much faster than he had. Warren laughed, waved at me to hit it again, so I did. I started to say I didn’t feel anything as I handed the joint back to Warren, but then it hit me. FUCK! OK, that was nothing like the high from the white powder – HOLY FUCK! I leaned back against the wall, closed my eyes, and Warren laughed then said, “This is no regular joint as it is laced with a special ingredient. Like I said, I need you really fucked up and this shit will make you do anything, absolutely fucking anything! And it makes me damn horny.” Warren handed the joint off to Tommy who had come over, then reached over, pushed me face down onto the dirty moving blanket and drove his dick up my cum filled hole. “Shit slut! You are wet and sloppy. Oh yeah, these hood boys are gonna use you up! FUCK I’m going to make some good green.” Warren moaned as he fucked and said, “So wet, can’t wait to see you on all fours being mounted, used as a bitch! One after another they are going to take you and I am going to make sure you are ready for it all.” Warren fucked for a while, pulled out, sat back and had me help him finish off the joint. He laughed and said, “We’ll do another one when we get there and don’t worry, I have enough to last a while if we need more,” as he patted his pocket. He stood up, got dressed, and told Tommy to help me get it together. Tommy helped me get dressed and sat by me in one of the chairs by the fridge as he smoked a cigarette. I went to grab a beer, but Tommy said, “No, no liquor, just water.” Warren had just asked Tommy what time it was, 3:38 a.m., when one of his boys came trotting down the alley illuminated by a set of car lights. A large, white Cadillac with tinted windows pulled parallel to the loading dock. Warren went down the stairs and the back window rolled down part way. I could not see who was in there, but Warren must have known them as he bent down and started talking and a stream of thick smoke was coming out of the rear-passenger’s side door. Tommy, sitting beside me, was rubbing his dick through his pants and kept staring over at me. I said, “Want to fuck me? I am so horny, please?” Tommy’s eyes got wide, but he shook his head no, so I looked back at Warren who was now waving for me to come down and join him. I took my time going down the steps as I was high as hell and fucked up. I hoped I was walking straight, I thought I was, but who knew. I got about 5-feet from Warren when suddenly the heads of two large dogs appeared in the car window, barked a couple times and then started sniffing and snorting and drooling. I jumped back, Warren laughed, and I heard the voice in the car holler, “SIT! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” The deep voice laughed as he said, “You must forgive the boys, they can smell a cum filled ass a mile away. I CAN even smell it from here.” I still could not make out what the person looked like, but Warren called to Tommy, opened the front door and I got in, with Warren scooting in beside me. I saw Tommy walk around and get in the back on the other side. I tried to turn to see who was in back, but there was a partition of some sort, so I could not see anything. Warren smile, squeezed my thigh, said “Time to get the show started”, and pulled out another joint as the car was put in gear and we started out the alley. The white Cadillac drove through the deserted streets of DC as I got more and more more fucked up smoking Warren’s special joint, too high to question what I was doing, where I was going, or what show he was talking about. Little did I know I was going to a three ring circus – a circus hosted by one of the freakiest fuckers in the city and one of which I was the main attraction. The tickets had been sold, the animals had gathered, and the show must go on.

Chapter 5 of the Sire Chronicles: I am Made in Deacon’s Image “You are going to be very very sick for a while, sicker then you can imagine,” Deacon continued as he poured some dark liquid into a glass from a pitcher on the table. “Here drink this, it will help you relax for what is to come.” Deacons voice then boomed through my head again as I began to fade into unconsciousness, “I AM YOUR SIRE, I AM YOUR AIDS LORD AND PRINCE DU SANG, YOU ARE NOW MY COVENANT AS MADE THROUGH BLOOD AND SACRIFICE.” Deacon was right, I was sicker than I had ever been, but what ever he kept giving me to drink made me pretty out of it so I remember only bits and pieces of the next several days while I careened in and out of darkness and fevered desperation as his infection tore through me. I thought I heard Dr Mike’s voice at one point and know I felt him touch me, but then Deacon’s voice boomed, “NO,” and when I managed to find the strength to open my eyes Dr Mike was not there. Or had I imagined him? My eyes slowed opened, flitted, a shadow crossed my face, I went back out – slowly my body awoke, my mind still lagged behind. I was laying on the right side of Deacon’s large bed and as my eyes finally focused flashes of memory began to replay in my mind. I saw my first fuck with Deacon and just the thought made my dick instantly hard and ass throb, then blackness - how I started to feel sick and hot, being so sick, clearly remembering Deacon on me and fucking me with wild abandon and growling while I was puking my guts out and trying to beg him to stop, but he didn’t – more blackness. Fleeting images of someone standing over me, voices all muffled, someone making me drink, all so fuzzy – more blackness. Deacon, over and over, his voice garbled, his eyes so close to mine, him ripping my ass, my screaming – blackness - a needle in my arm, was that an IV? Who was that man? Blackness – I feel so hot, trying to get up, huge hands pushing me down and Deacon mounting me again, and again, and again – blackness. Deacon’s voice constantly playing in my mind, ‘“I AM YOUR SIRE, I AM YOUR AIDS LORD AND PRINCE DU SANG, YOU ARE NOW MY COVENANT AS MADE THROUGH BLOOD AND SACRIFICE.” The crush of images slowed, my brain caught up to the present and in this moment I felt, felt, hell I felt great! I still felt a little hot, but felt strong, not tired, my ass did not hurt at all – what was going on? I slowly pulled the covers back and tossed them to my side. I was naked and as I looked down I noted something new – I had been marked on the outside too – I now had a shiny metal silver ring piercing my foreskin. When did that happen? I had also been given two new tattoos, on the inside of each arm, running part way up were a series of letters and symbols, words I could not understand. The skin around the ink was still red, so they were very new, and as I looked at each the letters and symbols seemed to move and shift, like Deacon’s had and then they settled back. I must still be sick or maybe from being out so long. I eased myself into a sitting position and swung my legs over the bed. No dizziness, nothing. Wow. I stood up, all good. I could not hear any noise as the door to the bedroom was closed. I slowly walked into the adjoining bathroom and was surprised when I looked in the mirror. I looked healthy. Someone had given me a real short hair cut – damn how long was I out? I actually thought I looked better than I had in a long time, how could that be? I took a long piss, wiped the stray drops off my leg – bad angle from looking around and walked back out. I looked around for some clothes and did not see anything and did not feel right about opening the closets or large armoire. This was his room, so I gently turned the handle to the door, opened it a crack and peeked out thinking I would go back to my room. I had only gone two steps when Deacon’s strong voice startled me as he said, “Good morning. I see you are up.” I turned to my left and saw Deacon walking down the hallway. The hallway, like everything else in his suite was extra large, but so was Deacon and he still seemed to fill the entire space. He took my breath away as he walked towards me. His skin glistened of sweat, he now had a full beard, but still a bald shaved head, and I could smell his musk even from a good 15 feet away. I was instantly drawn to his gigantic dick swinging as he walked and with each step it seemed to grow. I also caught a hint of silver and realized he had three large metal cock rings around the base of his shaft. DAMN! That was hot and my mouth began to water and ass began to get wet. I was frozen in place, not out of fear, but lust and hunger and need as every cell in my body reacted to him and I suddenly felt so hot. Deacon stopped in front of me, his dick only inches from my body and I instinctively reached out, touched it, and it jumped in response. I exhaled a huge breath and slowly slid my hand and up and down his shaft, feeling the pulse of his infected blood engorge his dick. I then bent and began licking his dick, inhaling his smell, tasting his salt and sweat, worshipping his dick. Deacon lifted me back up, looked in my eyes and said, “Come.” I reluctantly let go of his dick, stepped to the side and let him pass, and then followed Deacon into the bedroom. Deacon lay in the middle of the bed and motioned for me to join him. I scrambled up on the bed, still mesmerized, and my need growing in urgency. Once I was kneeling beside him, Deacon placed his big right hand on my right thigh and softly said, “My toxic gift to you has taken. I cannot say how pleased I am. You are the first, the first to take it and survive, the first to be my true genesis.” I didn’t know what I should say, or what he wanted to hear, so spoke from my heart and just said, “Thank you Sir. I am honored to be yours in every way.” Deacon smiled and replied, “You will serve me now, travel with me, live with me, and you will please me. You no longer exist to the outside world. You have no family beyond me and those I choose to share you with. You have no friends, and you will live only to obey me.” I shivered as his words began to sink in. So Dr Mike was not coming for me after all. Neither was Charles or Roger or anyone else. They had left me, but right then I knew I wanted to serve only Deacon and suddenly it felt like a great weight had been lifted from shoulders. The veins on Deacon’s now raging hard dick were throbbing as he continued, “You will be well taken care of in all ways and will want for nothing, as you can see, I live very well – but for every gift there is a price – and for the gift I have given you – that price is feeding me when I need it, feeding me with your pain and agony.” Deacon’s strong hands grabbed me and pulled me onto his chest and roughly spread my legs across his torso so I was laying on top of him, my ass raised and waiting. I began to shake as his voice went deeper and louder, the evil tone thick and heavy as his hands dug into the flesh of my hips and he pushed my ass back against his dripping dick. My ass was tight but wet from need and hunger, yet it still felt like a fist trying to punch through my hole as Deacon growled, “NOW SUBMIT and BLEED for YOUR LORD AND MASTER – SACRIFICE YOURSELF AS I RIP YOU OPEN, FEEL ME INSIDE YOU!!!!” Deacon’s hands pulled my cheeks apart and pushed me back to meet the head of his dick and my screams of agony from the white hot pain were drowned out by the roar of ecstasy from Deacon as his massive dick punched through my ass ring. My body knew Deacon, welcomed him, joined with him, and I was united with him in my pain. Deacon’s big arms wrapped around my body as he held me close to his chest and pummeled my ass. He continued to talk as he fucked, “As your SIRE we will explore sex in all of its ecstatic glory and taboo, wickedness and wonder. I need you used, - yes open your hole for me – let me feed off your pain. Every day, I will leave you exhausted and beyond used, all limits shattered, soaked in my cum, blood, spit, piss, suffer in my service.” I was nothing under Deacon’s power and totally gave in as he split me open and rode my gaping hole. His black raw dick was so amazing, and I felt hot again like the first time, but this was not quite the same and seemed to heighten the intensity of the fuck. Deacon had amazing stamina and fucked me for a long time. While he enjoyed and fed off my pain, my body began to respond and after a while I was trying to push back on his dick, to meet every thrust as I wanted him to go still deeper. Deacon felt me pushing and in one swift movement stopped fucking, swung his whole body around, and stood up still holding me impaled on his dick. I hung onto him tight as the initial jolt of him standing drove his dick even deeper into my abused hole and I cried out, making him fuck even harder. Deacon did not stop fucking and angled his body slightly forward so that with every thrust up my ass bounced against his hips and the tops of his tree trunk thighs. He continued to bounce me up and down on his dick and worked to shift his angle and knew he was going deeper when my cries intensified. I was now able to look up into his face, directly into his eyes of the darkest black and deepest evil. The tattoos all over his body were dancing and shifting again, signaling the death force he was preparing to share. I cried out again as he scraped my gut walls and Deacon’s voice boomed, hurting my ears and shaking the walls as he shot a load deep up into my ass, “YES, YES, FEEL ME BREED YOU WITH MY INFECTED CUM!! My ass was dripping blood, and ass juice, and his fresh cum. It burned deep when he shot, but again, my body welcomed it, needed it, and my insides felt even hotter. Deacon bounced me up and down working his toxic cum deep in my bowels. After a while, Deacon stopped, and with me still spit roasted on his dick, he walked into his dressing room. This room was off to the left between the bedroom and bathroom and was a large area with three floor to ceiling mirrored walls, where the two side walls were angled, giving one a 180 degree view of yourself. Deacon stood in the center of the mirrored room and began to fuck my sloppy ass again, bouncing me up and down on his dick, trying to force himself even further up inside of me as I hung onto him with all my strength. I glanced to my left and then my right seeing our reflections upon reflections and the site of Deacon fucking me in image up image was glorious!! His muscles rippled, his body glistened, his tats danced, and my body sung in ecstasy with every bareback inch of his dick that was thrust into me. Wait, what was that? I craned my neck further and could see the large biohazard tat on my back. The colors were so much more intense, that tat looked like it had more depth, and like Deacon’s seemed to shift, move, almost like it was alive. I was lost in thought until Deacon suddenly lifted me up and off of his dick making me yelp as his dick pulled my guts with it. I found my footing as Deacon bent me over facing the mirror on the left. I placed my palms flat and watched in wonder as Deacon lined up his dick and then drove it back up my ass. I began to beg and scream, “BREED ME, PLEASE BREED ME, I AM YOUR COVENANT, PLEASE FUCK ME, BURN ME WITH YOU AIDS CUM!!” Deacon bellowed, growled, dug his hands into my flesh and slam fucked me harder than I could have imagined I could take. But I took it all and wanted more and even as my legs shook and my arms felt week, and I did not want him to stop. Within seconds my body began to tense and without quite realizing what was happening my own dick started spewing thick streams of cum like a hose that had just been unkinked. Stream after stream shot out and hit the mirror, sliding down and creating trails of glistening cum making my ass clench tighter with each orgasmic spasm. I knew Deacon was close when his dick grew, gripping my guts even tighter as he started pulling out and slamming in, pulling out and slamming in and I was soon rewarded with the burning force of his cum searing my guts once more. HIS CUM WAS WHAT I NEEDED, WHAT I CRAVED! Deacon yanked his dick out quickly, making me cry out once again. He pulled me after him back to the bed, picked me and laid me on the right side, then walked around and climbed in. I lay on my side as Deacon got up behind me, slid his dick back up my cum filled ass and held me like he had the first time, with his right arm under my neck so I could rest my head on his big forearm, and his left arm over my chest, pulling me close to him as his still hard dick filled my ass – right where it belonged. I cannot explain how it felt to lay like that. The heat of him inside of me, the heat from his cum, the heat of his body against mine. While I knew he could be brutal and fed off my terror and pain, I also knew he would always protect me and guide me. I had so much I wanted to say, so many questions I wanted to ask, but as I opened my mouth to speak Deacon covered my mouth with his left hand and said, “Shhh, not now. You and I will speak of everything tomorrow.” Deacon continued, “Today, today I will fuck you in ways you have never imagined. You will bleed for me more than you can believe possible, and you will feel me in ways you can not yet understand. To start though, feel my piss fill your guts and you better hold it all in.” All I could do was mumble into his hand, “PLEASE FUCK ME,” as he continued to fill me with his piss and I continued to hunger for his dick and infected cum. He was my SIRE, I was his COVENENT, I was MADE NOW IN HIS IMAGE as his infection had burned through my veins and forever changed my body and soul. Deacon fucked me for hours, and every minute he was inside me I hungered for more as he fed my ass load after load of cum and then piss. The battle that brewed within me between the pain and the ecstasy was something I had never experienced so intently. Every searing pain was met with ecstasy and I became lost in my need to please and serve Deacon even as my bloody and bruised body cried out for a break. Evening descended and I was laying on my back with my ass raised up under several pillows, my arms up and hands hanging onto the back of Deacon’s head as his giant body shadowed over me, his eyes boring into mine, and his mammoth dick plowing me deep. Every stroke pushed his infected cum deeper into me, and whatever slid out he would reach down, scoop up with his fingers, and feed me. His cum was literally thick and chunky like cottage cheese and he seemed to be able to produce and endless supply. The taste – at first – was like rotten meat and just as it had in my ass, swirling his cum in my mouth felt like I was being burned. Again I begged him to fuck me harder and deeper and Deacon made my teeth clang together as he beast fucked my guts, giving me his AIDs cum over and over. I went to sleep that night with Deacon’s dick still in my ass after he had filled me again with his piss. His dick had expanded and knotted out, lodging itself deep, ensuring that nothing leaked out as we slept. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 6 – DEACON'S GIFTS and I MEET MY NEW GUARDS

FRANKLIN SQUARE PARK CREW: PART 3- The Crew Take Their Turn, Tommy’s Colors Show I had barely got the feeling back in my legs when two of Warren’s crew came back. They looked young – very young – so could not have been much older than 18 if that. One of them had the plate and set it down beside me. I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on my arm, and took a few lines. The one closest to me was just sort of watching me, so I did some more, noticed his buddy behind him was rubbing the front of his pants, so asked the kid, “Did Warren send you back for anything in particular?” The kid in back stepped around his friend and said, “YEAH! We’re gonna fuck you, fuck you good.” His buddy slapped him on the chest and said, “Damn man, make us sound like we ain’t done this before. We do it all the time, alright? All the time. So yeah, Warren said we could. He said we didn’t have to use no rubber or nothing.” I shook my head in agreement. I wanted to bet this was their first time fucking a guy. The kid continued, “And he said to make sure to tell you we both got nasty infected dicks just like you need.” Oh yeah, this would be good! The kids still look scared, so I reached over, grabbed my t-shirt, and said, “Hey, how’s this, I’ll get on my hands and knees. You like doggy style? OK, good. I’ll get like that and will put my t-shirt over my head. We’ll pretend like you broke into a house and you found this white chick all alone, so you two decide to rape her ass so she can’t see you.” As I was talking their eyes got bigger as did their dicks that they both were now rubbing. I nodded towards the parking area and said, “But the neighbors are close by, so you can’t be too loud, you have to learn to take what you want, even if she is crying and whimpering, but you have to keep her quiet and then leave her scared knowing you may have just gave her your babies.” Their eyes got really big on that, so I got on my hands and knees, put my t-shirt over my head, and waited. I could hear them getting undressed and one of them jumped on my ass and slammed his dick in my wet and open hole. He was not as big as Warren, but close, so I yelped a little. My t-shirt was then pulled off my head, and I saw the other kid twirling it into a roll just before he tied it around my eyes. I only caught a glimpse of his dick, but he looked like he was just as big as his friend. The kid fucking me had no skill, but his huge raw dick made up for that. The kid in front of my kept his hands on the t-shirt tied over my eyes, like he was afraid it was going to fall off. I started feeling around in the air, made contact with his leg, which made him jump. I found his dick and pulled it towards my open mouth. He got the hint, and let me start opening my throat to swallow his young black dick. He tasted so good! Very sweaty. “This bitch can suck dick!” he said. His buddy fucking me slapped him and said in a whisper, “Shut up man, the neighbors, remember,” as he was digging out my hole. The kid I was sucking said, “OOOHHHH, yeah, ooh, umm. Shhhh now, bitch, suck it good now, suck it, we’re going to rape you good aren’t we Kyle?” The guy fucking me stopped, and said in an angry whisper, “What the fuck man? You say my name? We’re raping the bitch you dumb ass fucker, now come one.” I started to laugh, which is hard to do with 10+ inches of raw black dick down your throat. These kids were cute, and have to give them points for trying. Kyle – who I now knew was fucking me – pushed himself up and off me a little with his hands to leverage his dick deeper in my hole. He was doing big long strokes now while his buddy in my mouth slowed to watch and as Kyle was unloading inside me started asking, “Was it good man? What did it feel like? Did you like it? Does his ass really feel better than pussy.” Kyle’s orgasm stopped, he kneeled behind me, reached back out and slapped the guy I was sucking and said, “Shut UP!” Kyle then pulled out of my ass and started to get dressed. The kid I was sucking wasted no time, squatted behind me and slammed balls deep. FUCK YEAH! He was just as big as his buddy and had a little natural skill. He started to scrape my guts good and as he seemed open to the scenario, I figured I would see what he wanted to learn. I pitched my voice a little to sound more feminine and said in a soft whisper, “OH NO, please don’t rape me, please stop, please don’t rape my white hole, I don’t want your babies, no please don’t fuck me.” The kid said “AAHHH yes, I’m gonna rape you bitch, aaahhh yes, it does feel better than pussy, AAHH yes, yes…..AAAHHHH…” The kid fucked hard, fast, and furious and had great stamina and I was soon having a hard time keeping up as my arms were tired. “Where do you want my cum bitch?” the kid asked, “Where do you want me to shoot?” I gently reminded him, “Fuck my pussy, shoot in my pussy, rape it, rape my pussy.” That set him off and he let out a long, loud, moan as he shot jet after jet of young cum into my sloppy hole. Before leaving the kid knelt down by my head and said, “I want to do that again. Will you let me? What else can we do? Can I rob you, yeah that would be hot, wait what about a car jack, do you have a car?” I chuckled again and said, “Hey man, would love to play again, just leave me your number and remember, what we do is between us, don’t tell Warren.” He had barely gone when Tommy was there saying, “You are one fucked up white slut. Teaching those boys shit like that,” as he handed me a plate filled anew with lines. I was snorting hard when Tommy said, “You want it like that? You want some big black dick raping you? I got a buddy from jail that has helped me take a couple white chicks down and teach them a thing or two. How about that? I think you need to be taught a thing or two and given a street fuck. No drugs to help you out, we get rough and serious, give me your keys.” I went over to where my pants were piled up, took out my keys and handed them to Tommy. He took them waved them in front of my face and said, “I’m sending one of the boys out have a set made. Here, write down your address. My friend and I are going pay you a visit sometime, maybe we will be there when you get home, maybe we will come in the middle of the night, maybe I will sell these to someone else to come rape you. You won’t know until it happens. Does that make that hole wet? I see it makes your little white dick hard?” Tommy now stepped behind me, I heard my keys drop into his pocket and his pants unzip and Tommy pushed me face down onto the blankets with his left arm around my neck as his right hand guided his hard dick back up my ass. “Yeah your hole is nice and wet thinking about black dick raping you. Oh baby girl, I’m going to tear that pussy up so good!” I started to say something and Tommy squeezed my neck harder and said, “Shut the fuck up! Oh we are going to use you so good! Teach you to obey a black man like he should be obeyed, Warren may think he own’s you now, but you and I know what you really want – who you really want – what you ARE GOING TO GET!!!!” Tommy unloaded into me as he squeezed my neck tight, giving me a preview of what the future held. I lay on my stomach for a minute after Tommy yanked his dick out. He was still standing there, pants down, a snarl on his face. I crawled over, took his dick, which was covered in ass juice, some blood, and several guys cum all mixed together. I opened my mouth and sucked him in, and licked him cleaned. I looked up and said, “I’ll be waiting.” Tommy took the empty plate, walked out onto the dock and I laid back down on the blankets that were now stained with my ass juice and more. He wasn’t serious was he? I mean, guys talk shit like that all the time. It’s just sex and games, right? The evening picked up and several more guys came through pretty quickly, all of whom just wanted to fuck and unload up my ass. Warren came to check on me and I told him I was doing pretty good. I was so fucked up, and was full of cum and needed to let some out. He had me follow him into the bathroom, locked the door then said, “Bend over the sink, I’m on garbage duty, so you just push your hole out like you gotta shit so I can eat all that cum and juice up.” I did as Warren asked and loved the feel of him eating my ass. I started begging, “Fuck me man, come on, use what’s left to get up in my ass. I NEED that big black dick.” Warren finished, stood up, wiped his mouth and said, “I know you do – good slut – but not yet, I still got business to handle and next time I fuck you it’s going to blow your fucking mind. You ass was full of the nastiest shit you know? Those Latin guys, all untreated syphilis. The white guy in the BMW? Same. My crew? Well the boys got AIDs, crabs, gonno, and more. And Tommy? Well good old Tommy has got a raging case of HEP B and HEP C from all the dirty needles he uses. And me – well I cannot keep track of everything can I.” Warren unlocked the door, I went back to my post, and Tommy came by with a new plate full of white powder, all lined up like little soldiers in line for a parade. The parade was cut short as I snorted them up. Tommy leaned in and said, “No mercy bitch.” I smiled and nodded as he walked away. Stay tuned for PART 4- Two Wild Fucks and Off to the Circus

FRANKLIN SQUARE CREW: PART 2- Tommy the Freak and the Train Begins As part 1 ended, Tommy finished cleaning Warren’s dick of my ass juice, Warren zipped up and said, “You two hang and enjoy yourselves a bit. I got some business to take care of and will send the boys out to pass the word that we looking for nasty, raw, and get-up-in-that-hole dick, so come place your order.” Warren chuckled as he said the last part and then headed down the concrete steps to meet up with the other boys. Tommy got off his knees, licked his lips, clearing savoring the taste, and said, “Come on, you and me going to get freaky, I swear no lie, I can fuck you down, so come on.” I cautiously peered around the corner of the pallets making sure no one could see me and scuffled after Tommy as I was still naked and now cum dripping out of my ass. Tommy walked across the loading dock to a door near the back corner. He opened the army-green metal door, turned on the light, and motioned me in as I joined him in a fairly good size bathroom. The size was the only good thing about it as the cinder-block walls were painted bright lime green half way up, then a dull gray. The concrete floor was wet, smelled of piss, the toilet seat was broken and stained, and the sink had cigarette butts in it so was clearly not used for washing up. Tommy sat down, reached behind the toilet and felt around, and brought out a small plastic bag. He took out a couple of syringes that had orange tips on them, smiled as he took one of the caps off with his teeth and spit it into the corner, patted a vein in his left arm in the crook of his arm and said, “Warren don’t like me hitting this shit, so just between us OK?” I said OK, as I had no idea what he was doing anyways, but watched in fascination as a long stream of blood poked through the hole in his arm. “Lick it clean,” Tommy said as he leaned back, closed his eyes, smiled and breathed deep and I bent over and licked the trail off his arm. He tossed the now empty syringe into the sink and said, “Time to fuck!” I placed my hands on the edge of the sink inhaling the mix of cigarette butts and filth as Tommy stood up and unbuckled his pants. He bent down, dug around in his pant’s pocket and pulled out a pair of red lace panties. Tommy held them up to his nose, inhaled deeply and said, “These are my girls. She got a SWEET pussy!!! Here, put these on and wiggle that ass for me, let me see whatcha working with.” I took the panties he offered, slid them up, and as I did kept glancing at the big black cock he was wielding. DAMN! That looked nice and I wanted it now. So I bent forward again with my face closer to the sink filth and wiggled my ass. Tommy crooked a finger in the waistband of the panties and ran it back and forth along the small of my back then pulled them down my ass part way, rubbed each cheek, then pulled them completely off of me and shoved them into my mouth. As he lined his drooling raw dick up with my moist hole, Tommy slurred, “Oh baby, let me in there, oh girl, yeah feel that? Huh? Good baby, take your boy. AAAHHHH yeah baby girl, let me get up in there, feels so good I ain’t lying.” Tommy fucked me steady and hard for a while, all the while tell me what a good baby I was for him. A little while later Warren pounded on the door and hollared, “Come on Tommy, wrap it up, we got business waiting.” Tommy swore, shifted from cruise control to full on fuck, and started plowing me. “Want my cum baby? Huh? Want that pussy all wet and juicy with my nutt? Good baby, take me deep, take it deep, yeah baby girl, I got you, I got you, OH CHRIST I GOT YOU – HERE IT COMES BABY, HERE IT COMES – OH—OH--OH!!” Tommy shook and trembled like he was having a fit as he shot his cum in my ass and mixed it in with Warren’s. Damn he was a good fuck. Tommy was still embedded in my warm wet ass when Warren pounded on the door again and started yanking on the door handle. “GOD DAMN IT TOMMY, GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE!!” Tommy shook the fog from his head, yanked his wet dick out of my raw ass, pulled the red panties out of my mouth and said, “Later baby,” and unlocked and opened the bathroom door. Warren was waiting with the plate, which was now restocked with white powder. He stepped in as Tommy left, still buckling up his pants. Warren said, “Here, take what hits you need and I’ll put some more up your ass. I know you ain’t used to all this shit, so have some beer and liquor out there to edge you off. Don’t get me wrong, I want you fucked up as nothing sells better then a fucked up slut, so Tommy will bring you back here in between tricks to snort up what you need.” I must have looked confused as Warren said, “What? Did you just think me and my boys would fuck you? Oh they all well, trust – probably a couple times each – but tonight you’re being whored out and will turn tricks for me slut. In return, I will keep all your holes coated in powder and you will get as much cum as you can take. Did Tommy do you right? Told you my boy could fuck. Let me feel that cum, coat my finger up so I can powder your hole.” Warren continued as I snorted the plate clean, “I know you an AIDs slut, willing to take that nasty infected dick, so I sent a couple of my boys out to the Park to put out the word to every infected dude who’s wife or girl won’t let him in cause he got the drip or shit to come on down as I got me a good white slut lined up. You make sure to do whatever they want. A slut does not object. Be their woman, be their pussy, be their fucking Aunt Martha if that’s what they want, or their daddy, I don’t care, just get their nutt and I get my green. I’m a money man, it’s all about the Benjamins, hear me?” I nodded, Warren smiled, and he wrapped up coating the insides of my cummy ass with more powder by saying, “You better not fucking let me down!! This is business and I expect you to be a nasty freak who will do ANYTHING and I mean ANYTHING because if you do me right, I have one fucked up surprise for you later.” Warren led the way back out onto the dock and as he went down the stairs I scampered back behind the stack of pallets. Tommy looked over from his post by the table and fridge, and blew me a kiss and winked, and went back to smoking his cigarette. The office work day had wound down and occasionally a car would drive into the lot, the headlights alerting everyone to the incoming and his crew would take their positions as Warren would step out and deal with them directly. I waited on the dirty moving blankets behind the pallets and Tommy came to check on me a couple of times. I so wanted more of his cum and kept trying to het him to fuck me, but he just shook his head an walked off. I got bored and so I sat where I could watch what was happening out in the alley area and tried to cover myself with one of the blankets, but stopped when I noticed they were crawling with bugs, so just pulled my knees up in front of my chest and waited. The first guy Warren sent up to me had driven up in a white BMW. He was your average suit and tie man, totally clean cut. When he parked and got out of the guy all nervous like, he talked to Warren, parked and he looked at his car nervously. I heard Warren laugh, saw Warren slap his back and say, “Don’t worry Pops, we don’t jack cars, not our shit. You know what our business is so you partaking or not?” The guy nodded, climbed the concrete steps. Tommy tilted his head and said, “Ah right, time to give it up.” I scooted back behind the pallets, stood up, my skin getting goose bumps from being nervous and fucked up. The guy stared at me as he walked around the pallets, seeing I was totally naked. I asked him what he wanted to do and he said he didn’t know. So I asked if he wanted to get sucked. He said yeah. I sucked his 6-inch dick for a while and asked if he wanted to fuck. The poor guy hemmed and hawed until Tommy stepped over gave him a snort and said, “This will help you fucking decide man, time is money you know?” The BMW guy got a glazed look in his eyes so I took the initiative, unbuckled his pants, let them drop, and then backed up on his hard dick and started riding him. Frankly his dick was not doing a thing for me, but he seemed to like it as he grabbed my hips and started doing baby steps forward trying to get deeper up into my ass. I had to control my laughter as I was bent over and the site of his feet and dress pants trying to move forward just struck me as funny as hell. BMW guy did not last long at all and soon made a hell of a racket and got wicked loud as he shot his load up my ass. Once he cummed he quickly realized again where he was, yanked his pants up and half ran back to his car and left. I did not have to wait as Warren had my next dicks lined up and waiting. Three Latino guys came behind the pallets, all carrying construction hats, and set their bags and hats down. One guy asked in broken English, “You suck cock?” I nodded and said, “I love to get fucked too,” as I turned around and bent over and let them see my wet hole. The Spanish flew fast and furious and in seconds all three of them were getting buck ass naked! That surprised me and I was staring as Tommy came to the edge of the pallets with the plate and motioned me over. Tommy laughed, pointed at the plate and said, “Looks like you sold them on your hole for sure. Here, hit this, they paid for two rounds each, but the way they be bouncing around and stroking and looking at you I bet they will shoot quicker then a 14 year old.” I turned back around, all three Latin guys were now naked, stroking, so I did a quick roll of the dice in my head to pick who would go first. I knelt down in front of the guy in the middle to try to suck him, but he pulled away and went right behind me, spat on his dick and then grabbed my shoulders as he pushed his fat 8-inch dick up my ass. I pushed my ass back and out and he must have liked that because he started saying something to his friends who stroked their dicks harder. The one to my left decided to give my mouth a try and I was soon skewered with nice uncut dicks on both ends. I had only sucked him a minute when he pulled away to calm down, I had him so close and his dick twitched and arched trying to unload without success. His buddy took advantage and stuffed my mouth. He was the biggest of the three, over 9-inches, and much thicker, and hard, not soft and squishy at all. I was choking big time when the guy in my ass unloaded. As soon as he pulled out of my ass the guy I had sucked first pushed right up my ass and did not last even 30 seconds before he shot. The big guy I was sucking pulled out of my mouth, pushed his friend off my back, flipped me over, raised my legs and entered me hard and rough. He leaned in, squeezed my right chest hard and pinched my nipple. I yelped a little and he adjusted himself so he could keep fucking while he leaned down now to start chewing on my nipples. That set me off and I started moaning loudly like the whore they were using me for. The two other guys kneeled on each side of my head and I would suck one, then turn my head and suck on the other. The guy fucking me picked up his pace and I started flexing my hole muscles to milk his cum. He moaned, tensed, and bred me and bit my nipple hard as he did. I grabbed the back of his head but he just started biting and chewing hard as he kept fucking me and gave me his second load. His two friends then took his place once he pulled out and I got two more hot Latin loads up my ass. Six loads within about 20 minutes, all raw, I had no idea who these guys were, and I was just there to serve them. As each one finished, they got up and got dressed and sat on the side watching and then chatting until their buddy finished. I wanted to ask them if they had toxic cum, but figured given the language barrier may not work, so just lay on the buggy blanket and rested when they left. I cleaned the plate Tommy brought over, old him how much I wanted him to work their cum up my ass, but he denied me again, so I sat back, let the shit take its course, and felt the high rush in as I waited for the next raw dick. Stay tuned for PART 3- The Crew Take Their Turn, Tommy’s Colors Show.

Chapter 4 of Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles: Deacon, The Prince du Sang Reveals My Future Deacon tossed me onto it like a sack of potatoes. My teeth jarred and I shook my head to get my bearings as I felt Deacon grab both ankles and pull me back to the edge. He flipped me onto my back, leaned down over me so all I could see were his black, eternal eyes, as Deacon growled, “You are my blood sacrifice. Now you will give me what I NEED YOU AIDS WHORE!!!!” The bed Deacon had thrown me on was really high off the ground, and at the perfect level for his dick to have a straight shot into any hole he wanted. Deacon pulled my ass towards him so it was hanging off the bed a little. He then forced his mammoth uncut dick of destruction through my tender and used hole as he held my legs wide apart with one hand around each calf, prying inch after inch of his still hardening dick into me as my body bucked and flopped like a fish on dry land trying to get back to water. Deacon slammed his dick in and fucked without mercy, making me bleed more as he gave me my first taste of his truly merciless raw dick. Then the pain started, and I screamed and cried from a mix of frustration, confusion, and pain as Deacon ripped me open. What had happened to that loving and passionate man? The pain I had felt before was nothing compared to this. What had Dr Mike done? Why didn’t he stop this? And Charles, Charles lied to me, I was not ready for this, how could I be. How could it hurt so bad after I had just got done riding his dick? Unbelievably Deacon’s dick got even bigger once it was inside me this time. It swelled, grew, and pushed out after each inch entered me, literally impaling me. How could that be? No one’s dick grew that much. My screams of terror and agony filled the room, and Deacon began to chant, “Yes, YES, SCREAM FOR ME!! Oh that pleases me. To hear my victims scream. YES YES. Oh please me!!” Deacon’s voice continued to fill the room and my head, getting louder and louder, “I have waited, and waited, and waited, and relished over and over in my mind how wondrous this moment would be when I would be inside of you and the moment in which I would give you pain beyond imagining. BE MY VICTIM, INFUSE ME WITH POWER WITH YOUR PAIN!!” He was like no other man as I would come to learn and I swear when he was tearing me up that first time that his face and body changed into….I don’t know, something, someone, just not him, or was there more than one man, or were they all him? He was a sadist for sure and the more I screamed, the more he enjoyed it. For his part, Deacon would tell me later that he was always surprised that his victim’s ass twitched, convulsed, and massaged his dick and pulled him in deeper no matter how much the flesh beneath him was screaming in terror – yet he didn’t stopped. His voice was filled with power and resonance as much as his dick was, “BE MY AIDS VICTIM, BE MY VESSEL, SERVE ME AS THE SACRIFICE I NEED. YOUR BLOOD WILL SERVE ME!!” Deacon continued to fuck me hard and long and it was hard to focus on anything as I was violated and used like I had never been before. This man had amazing stamina and I lost all track and sense of time. Deacon talked as he fucked and when next I focused I heard him say, “And you will be amazed when I cum inside you. I know you love to take a man’s hot load, but you have never experienced anything like it is when I cum. I can cum more than you can imagine or believe, and for a very long time as my semen is filled with so much, so so much to infect and breed you, oh yes, I WILL INFECT YOU! CAN YOU FEEL MY INFECTION? IT HAS ALREADY STARTED, MY BLOOD, MY PRECUM, MY BODY, HAVE ALL BEGUN TO INFECT YOU.” I could feel it. It was like being in another world that was on a time delay. I felt the pain of him slamming into me in my body, but then it was like 10 seconds later that my mind registered it. What the fuck? It was like being high, what was he doing to me? And the heat. Was it so hot in the room, or was it just me? While the pain was still unbelievable, the slut pig in me that wanted to feel it more took over as I started to holler, “HARDER PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER, MAKE ME BLEED, INFECT – OH GOD PLEASE – PLEASE INFECT ME!!!” Deacon needed no encouragement, opening my hole wide, making it loose, sloppy, and wet for his raw dick. He had grabbed my forearms tight, pulling them back in an X over my head, with his arms pressed to each side of my head, giving him leverage as he began pulling me forward onto his dick, and giving me contact burns as his big hands clamped down and pressed tight, scraping my skin. I stared in awe and wonder as the muscles all over his body rippled and his tats continued to dance as Deacon pounded my ass. I looked at his arms and was entranced seeing his muscles flex and twist and snake as he power fucked me. The tattoos that covered his arms continued to shift, the letters of the words appeared to change, the other designs seemed to move, celebrating the twisted infection dance that was taking place. To make sure I bled well for him, several times he pulled all the way out and angled his dick as he slammed back in making me dizzy from the pain. Unbelievably I suddenly realized I was taking him balls deep as his huge nut sac started slapping against my upturned ass. I wanted more and started to say over and over, louder and louder, “Breed me in pain and blood, make me the COVENANT, sacrifice me to the COVENANT, INFECT ME FOR THE COVENANT!!” The room began to shake, I felt a flash of heat and a roaring in my head built to a crescendo as Deacon’s dick swelled inside of me and he prepared my guts to take him. I cried out as Deacon’s hands squeezed my arms harder as he pulled me into his rampaging dick and I thought he was going to break my arms. Deacon was growling, howling, and while his ecstasy built, he too screamed, our voices joining in unison as his body and mine became one as he began to shake, every muscle in his body ready to release the pent up venom and toxins it had prepared for me. “FEEL MY DEATH IN YOU – TAKE ME BOY – SERVE ME – BE MY AIDS WHORE!!!!” Deacon screamed so loud my ears hurt and I started to feel his dick writhe and expand even more in my shredded hole as he unloaded his toxic gift. His cum came in *******s and seared by insides, making me cry out from the unexpected new level of pain. Why did it burn so much? Deacon slammed me harder and deeper, on and on as he continued to cum in my ass and I could hear how wet sloshing he was making my hole, and could feel his cum and my ass juice start to run out of my hole in waves each time he pulled back. “BLEED FOR ME NOW, BLEED FOR ME AND FEEL ME INFECT YOU – YES – YES – FEEL ME TEAR YOUR GUTS APART – FEED ME WITH YOUR PAIN, FEED ME WITH YOUR TERROR – FEED ME WITH YOUR BLOOD!!” Deacon cried louder and louder. Again, the time delay affect played through my head as my body was lost in the pain, I heard terror filled screams, and then my mind registered it was me, but no, that could not be, this was the most amazing fuck of my life! I tried to beg him to please don’t stop, I wanted him deeper, I wanted his cum so bad, I wanted more. Deacon continued to fill me with cum and again I had no sense of time, but it felt and seemed like he cummed for several minutes. Even after I was convinced he must be done cumming and the searing burning in my guts had settled to a light boil, he kept fucking. I just lay there, trying to focus on how amazing it was to feel this man split me wide open. To feel the heat of his dick so deep inside of me, to be such a part of someone else, or I guess, them being a part of me. I stared at this amazing man as he fucked with abandon, and noticed that at some point he had released my arms, but I had grabbed at his and saw that I had dug long, bloody, red gouges down his forearms as I clawed to hang onto him. Finally, Deacon began to slow, his raw dick still gouging my insides, but the strokes were slower, more purposeful, focused on scraping every inch of my insides raw to create the perfect bloody welcoming mat for his infected gift. My body started to feel hotter and hotter like I was lying above an open flame. Deacon’s voice cut through my muddled thoughts and said, “Yes, oh YES, you are feeling it, feel my infection spread in you. As a Prince du Sang I have waited so long for the right ass, the right vessel who can serve me and whose body would accept my infection as none before were able to last beyond even the initial exposure to me. Dr Mike assured me you would, and so far you have exceeded all expectations, so we shall see. If you do, you will continue to please me. I will use you and just as you are mine, I am yours, bonded in blood and AIDs and infections beyond believing. You will serve me in many ways, sexually and otherwise and I will also have you fuck and be fucked by many other guys as the COVENANT requires that the infection be spread.” I was to be his? Was this more than just an extreme fuck? The heat continued to rise in my body, my vision blurred, my thoughts became fuzzier, and Deacon’s fucking slowed, then stopped, and I barely realized when he pulled his still hard, dripping dick out of my ass. He flipped me onto my stomach and I got a mouth full of bed spread as Deacon spread my cheeks and sated his hunger on copious amounts of ass juice, blood, and his cum my ass served up. I was feeling really dizzy when Deacon turned me back over, pulled me upright to the edge of the bed and said, “Taste your ass, lick my dick, taste my infection, taste the tang of your blood, taste how wet your ass became. No, no longer an ass, a pussy. A true an real pussy as my dick has relished in destroying every shred of resistance in every inch of your guts. A true pussy slut – aahhh, so good!” Deacon was smiling as he reached into a drawer of the large table by the bed and pulled out a glass jar similar to the one Dr Mike has used when he rubbed the stuff on my hole each night we had been in Chicago. Deacon saw the recognition in my face and said, “Yes, you know what this is, well I should say sort of what this is. What Dr Mike used on you was a ‘lighter’ version shall we say. For times when you and I have been together I will use something a little stronger because I want your hole to tighten right up all brand new so I can savor destroying it all over again and making it my pussy once more.” Even though I was feeling like hell and so hot with a rampaging fever, and my entire body throbbed from the fucking I just took, I could not help but smile as I wanted Deacon again and again and mumbled, “Thank you Deacon.” “You are going to be very very sick for a while, sicker then you can imagine,” Deacon continued as he poured some dark liquid into a glass from a pitcher on the table. “Here drink this, it will help you relax for what is to come. While I could hurt you beyond repair I need you to serve me – and those that I choose. Do not get me wrong though as I have no qualms ripping you wide open and watching you bleed like a stuck pig all over me, which you will do often as I savor your pain. You are my sacrifice and even during your sickest moments I will be using you, and you will feel the terror as I brutally fuck you bloody to infect you again and again” Deacons voice boomed through my head again as I began to fade into unconsciousness from the drink he had just given me, “I AM YOUR SIRE, I AM YOUR AIDS LORD AND PRINCE DU SANG, YOU ARE NOW MY COVENANT AS MADE THROUGH BLOOD AND SACRIFICE.” Stay tuned for Chapter 5 of the Sire Chronicles: I am Made in Deacon’s Image and My New Soldier Guards

FRANKLIN SQUARE PARK CREW: Part1 – Warren the Drug Dealer Gets me high, fuck me higher *There are multiple parts to this story and all will be posted in this thread* Part 1 – Warren the Drug Dealer Gets me high, fuck me higher I first met Warren in the story - The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped out – Part 2 THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN. Dwayne and Malcolm and had pimped me out and invited Warren over who got me high, then fucked the shit out of me. Warren was black, about 25 or so, taller than me but skinny, with his hair braided in long neat rows, baseball cap tilted to the side, close cropped beard, no shirt on and white t-shirt stuffed in his back pocket when I met him. He had lots of tattoos and showed up with some white kid that he told me he had infected and was killing with his cum as he loaded me up with his toxic load in my ass. It had been over a week since my weekend with those boys and a lot had happened as Dr Mike had me quit my job, given me a contract to work for him, and set me out to find more of the nastiest infected dick and cum that the city had to offer as I had to elevate my treatment program. I had told Dr Mike about Warren and he said I needed to take a trip to Franklin Square and make sure my biohazard ass got used well and good by his crew– no limits beyond no fisting. I went to Franklin Square a couple times, walked around, and finally after asking several guys, was directed to an alley behind a high class office building that housed one of the largest political lobbying firms in the city. I could see Warren had a couple guys working for him dealing drugs who were posted at ends of the alley by the big yellow, metal bollards that protected the edges of the buildings from any trucks that might accidently hit them. The guys took care of most of business at the ends of the alley, sending a runner back to the loading dock where I was told Warren camped out to get what was needed. Folks in the park sad there was always a couple other guys hanging around with Warren who were there to protect the stash and that they were all bad motherfuckers and no one to trifle with. Unlike most alleys, this one was a dead end as it opened into a small “L” shaped lot behind the building, big enough for delivery trucks to drive in and back up to the dock and just a couple cars to park, so no one went back there who wasn’t meant to be there. The only other way out was a gated walkway between two buildings on the other side that was also covered by some of Warren’s boys. I decided to try the alley, approached one of the guys, and told him I was there to see Warren. He said, “I don’t know no one named Warren, now you here to do some business or if not, step the fuck off.” I shook my head and said, “Look man, Warren invited me personally for his own business, so unless you want me out here hollering his name to get his attention, maybe you could send your friend here back to tell him I am here?” The guy nodded to the runner kid, who took off, came back within a minute, nodded, and the guy let me pass. Even though it was about 3:30 p.m., the alley was fairly dark due to the tall buildings and I could see that Warren was waiting for me in the middle of the alley, with a couple other guys, all young, as I approached. He laughed and shook his head and said as he took the cigarette out of his mouth, “Well well well, if it ain’t my little white slut. Look boys, this here’s the cunt I was telling you about, what brings you down to Franklin Square?” Even though there were no windows in the backs of the buildings, I was nervous and did not really feel like talking in the middle of the alley, so asked if we could speak someplace more private. Warren looked around, smiled, nodded towards the loading dock and I followed him up the stairs. There were a couple folding chairs, a small box between them with an ashtray and a couple black dinner plates full of cigarette butts, a small college dorm sized-fridge full of beer and liquor with a big orange extension cord running to a side wall, and a small radio with a wad of aluminum foil on the end of the antenna playing mostly static with the occasional clip of music. Warren sat, pulled out a baggy, dumped some cigarette butts off a plate, poured out some lines and offered them to me along with a well used rolled up dollar bill. I sniffed the lines, felt the burn kick in and the rush and sat back and let out a big breath. Damn!! That shit made me horny just like that! Warren took a hit and I asked him, “Isn’t it kind of risky being back here? What if someone comes out of the building? What about the guards?” He snorted, wiped his nose and said, “Some of my best customers work in this building, and more close by, so prime real estate and they get all their deliveries early in the morning. The guards – shit – they just boys from the hood that they pay minimum wage to sit on their ass and walk the halls once every 2 hours. A little green, a little weed, some pussy of any flava on the side and these boys are no worry. Frankly they look out for us, part of the protection crew.” The plate was offered to me again, and I realized I wanted to be all in and not beat around the bush, so did another line as Warren asked me again, “So, why you down my way?” I looked Warren square in the eye and said, “Just trying to be a white slut for your cum, and you promised you could get me as much of it as I wanted, so how bout it BOY – you think you can get your shit up?” Warren laughed, set the plate down and walked over by a stack of wooden pallets that had been covered with old, blue moving blankets. I followed and looked behind the pallets at the pretty good-sized area that was partially enclosed by the pallets and a cinder block wall that jutted out. The area was about 15x10 feet and the concrete floor was covered by a bunch of flattened cardboard boxes with a couple more moving blankets strewn about. There were some old condoms scattered around, cigarette butts, used needles, and a bottle of rum, so this place clearly saw regular use for all kinds of shit. While I was taking this in, Warren unbuckled his jeans and as his 11-inch dick plopped out said, “Get your ass over here! I’ll show you what I got up!” I stepped closer, gave Warren a cocky smile, spit twice on his dick, and said, “Yeah yeah, all I am hearing is talk man, just talk.” Warren snarled at me while I unbuttoned my pants, dropped them around my ankles, and braced my hands on my knees. He shook his head and said, “Get those damn things off, I want you naked like a good slut should be,” Warren spat out. He then tried spitting on my hole, but hit my back. He spit in his hand instead and shoved a wet finger up my ass. “Oh yeah, feel that nice pink hole grab my finger – damn! You know what I like, now push that shit out so I can see what I get to run up in,” Warren said. He then stepped away from me and hollered, “Yo Tommy, bring my plate over to me,” and stepped back and spit and gave me two fingers. He was fingering my ass when I heard someone walk up. The other guy did not say a word, but Warren snorted, snorted again, rolled his wet fingers on the plate and coated them in white. As Warren then shoved his coated fingers in my pink hole giving me a Franklin Square Special, Tommy walked over in front of me. I glanced side ways at him as he came around and he was tall, skinny, had on jeans, Timberland boots, black t-shirt, and braids with a long, scraggly beard and a nice smile as he held out the plate for me with his right hand. I took the dollar bill, which now had a pretty wet end from going in Warren’s nose. I sniffed to lines, set the bill back and braced myself as the shit in my nose and up my hit and I was feeling good and fucked up. “Come on man, what are you doing back there? Trying to knit or what?” I said as I laughed. Warren’s other hand flashed out and SLAM, slapped my ass. “Shut the fuck up!” Warren growled. “Tommy, let me see that plate, going to get this fucker flying so you and me can get buck wild up on that hole, you hear me? He likes it shoved up his little pink hole, damn look at that!!! That pink hole gets nice and red and puckers right up tight!!! Jesus fuck! Wanna see me fuck him Tommy? Wanna see me tear up that hole? Huh Tommy? Wanna?” As Warren continued babbling to I began to wonder if this guy named Tommy was his friend that he said was locked up in the Prince George’s County jail. My ass was burning red hot now and I started to move away from Warren a little when – SLAM – he slapped ass again and said, “Damn it! Just stay the fuck where you at. I am going to so fucking beat that ass red later, but right now got a hot load of jizz to shove up your shitter. Give me that hole!” With that Warren slammed his dick into my resisting hole. His 11-inch black raw dick tore my skin as he forced through my ass ring. My ass burned more intently as his dick worked the white powder into my open hole. “Give me that black snake, come on now, just fuck it, fuck it! Make that snake spit, make it spit,” I said as I urged Warren on. “Yeah? You want that gutta snake spitting up in that ass pussy? Bruise that hole good for you? Gonna fuck rough you bitch, get you ready to make me some money, right? That what you want? I’m gonna run a train of nasty dick up deep into that ass” Warren asked. “Wanna make this money man some cash with a torn up pink pussy? Oh yeah, that’s it, push back on it, show me you want it, push back, open that hole, open that hole, TAKE MY FUCKING CUM, TAKE MY FUCKING AIDS CUM YOU FILTHY SLUT!!!! Warren bred me dirty, raw, and nasty and filled me with a hot thick load of his infected cum. He pulled out of my ass and I turned around to lick him clean, but before I could Tommy got on one knee, leaned in, and sucked Warren to the hilt without blinking. No gag reflex in that throat at all – fuck! He must have learned that happy little trick in prison. Warren saw me looking at Tommy in awe, laughed, and said, “Don’t get it twisted, Tommy here is all man and will fuck you till Sunday with a big black dick just a large as mine, but back here, he’s my bitch and I need to remind him now and again of his place.” Tommy finished cleaning Warren’s dick of my ass juice, Warren zipped up and said, “You two hang and enjoy yourselves a bit. I got some business to take care of and will send the boys out to pass the word that we looking for nasty, raw, and get-up-in-that-hole dick, so come place your order.” Warren chuckled as he said the last part and then headed down the concrete steps to meet up with the other boys. STAY TUNED FOR PART 2- Tommy the Freak and the Train Begins

Deacon is Revealed: Chapter 3 of Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles At the end of Chapter 2, Charles eased his spent dick out of my raw, bloody and torn hole that was now awash in his and Roger’s infected loads. Roger rolled a little to his left and eased me onto my side as his dick slipped out of my hole. I just lay there as they got dressed, Roger left the room, the door closed and Charles came over. His leather gloved hand patted my head, and he leaned down to my left ear and whispered, “Now, now you are ready for Deacon. Good bye boy.” Deacon? Good bye? Wait, what? Charles! The door closed behind Charles and I was left alone. My ass ached and throbbed and now that they had stopped fucking me, I felt so empty and the pain of their assault started to return, my dick went limp, and I curled up on the padded table, exhausted. I had just closed my eyes when I heard the double doors to the room open. I rolled over onto my back, looked at the door and my breath caught as I saw the biggest man I had ever seen in my life and the fucker was naked too. “I am THE DEACON,” the man said as his deep voice rumbled and filled the room, and pounded through my chest like a shockwave. Deacon was a giant, literally, and stood at least 7 feet tall, and must have weighed about 320 pounds if not more. He was muscular, but not a bodybuilder; thick, but not a bear; fairly hairless, including a bald head, but his chest was covered nicely and he had a trimmed mustache and goatee. Deacon’s arms were thick and long ending in massively huge hands, his legs were wide and thick like tree trunks, and on his whole body his veins popped and pulsed. Deacon’s skin seemed to shift from dark coal black, to light mocha, which must have been my exhaustion and tricks of the light. He was also covered in tattoos that ran down his legs, his arms, they were on his chest and torso, across his shoulders and up his neck. His tattoos also seemed to shift and change colors and I swear they moved. Again, I must have been seeing things because I was so tired and from the light, it was just hard to focus. As I had been staring at this hulk of a man, he had silently walked across the room to where I lay on the padded platform. Every step Deacon took made me focus on what I had missed at first, his fucking huge dick! HOLY CHRIST! I had seen some horse dicked men in my life, and had just been rape fucked raw and bred and infected by two of them. I also loved porn and was entranced by those bigger-than-life dicked guys you always find fucking women in straight porn. Deacon, The Deacon was something else – something unearthly. With each step his legs parted, his massive dick swung side-to-side slapping his lower thighs. His meat was thick, heavy, and pushed forward by a set of balls that each were large, round, and looked full of cum. The skin of his dick was dark black, he was uncut and the skin hung a good two to three inches past the end of the head forming a long V-point of flesh. There was a small forest of dark hair making a nightly halo around the shaft of his dick and coating his balls. Deacon stopped beside the padded table and did not say a word. All I could see was his dick and thighs as he was so huge, he eclipsed all else. I instinctively reached out to touch his dick, but halted as I realized with shock and horror and sudden hunger that his dick was literally as long as my forearm and hand combined, and just as thick, and each of his balls was the size of my fist. No fucking way! I must be dreaming. I must have not woken up after Charles choked me out, or maybe I was having some sort of seizure or something. This could not be real. He could not be real. No man is that big, it was not possible. No fucking way! “YOU ARE MINE NOW!” Deacon’s voice boomed, scaring me and hurting my ears and I reached up to cover my head. His voice, a little lower continued but still thrummed through my chest, “Frankly, you always have been.” The table began to rise and expand and as I realized what was happening I tried to scramble as far away from this man as I could. What a futile, useless effort that was! Deacon reached out, grabbed both my legs and it felt like I was being burned and crushed at the same time. He flipped me onto my back as he pulled me towards him with my legs spread wide like I was a turkey dinner being prepared for a holiday feast. My hands were tearing at the table, trying to find something, anything to grab onto, to hold myself and pull away, but I just slid towards my fate. Deacon did not say a word as he pulled me to the edge of the table, grabbed both of my ankles with one hand, pushed my legs back opening my hole, and with his free hand guided his baseball bat dick head against my used and abused ass that was still wet and dripping with all of the infected AIDs cum I had taken. I was flapping around, trying to buck and move as fear was driving me. My instinct to flee from the predator had kicked, but to no avail. I did not ask him to stop though, and looking back find that sort of strange. I didn’t say anything, just tried to get away. Maybe I knew. Maybe I knew that it was meant to be. I had been fucked that day by Charles and Roger, been gangbanged at IML and taken more cum than I ever had in my life, and then been double dicked by Charles and Roger as they raped me on the padded table. My ass was OPEN, used, full of nutt, yet nothing – NOTHING – could have made me ready for Deacon. Deacon’s dick head was like an apple. It did not taper like a missile, it was round and blunt and easily found my open hole. But Deacon did not give me the bareback assault I was expecting. Instead, he let his dick head just nestle against my hole, slicking it up with the copious pre-cum running out of his large piss slit as he then leaned forward between my open legs and began licking nipples. Oh fuck! His tongue was large, but he focused right in on my nipples and began licking and nibbling on them. They sprang hard in response and I immediately stopped all resistance and started moaning in pleasure. Damn that felt so good. As his tongue worked my chest, his hands let my legs go which were now held back by the force of his body. His massive hands began sliding up and down my torso, gently rubbing and massaging me, while surprisingly missing those little spots on my side that are so ticklish it sends me into a frenzy. As if he knew what I was thinking Deacon looked at me, paused, and gave me a smile. I totally melted as he went back to work exploring my body. Deacon continued working my nipples as his hands moved down my arms and slowly pushed my arms back over my head. He then began licking a trail from each nipple, up to my neck and back, and then made his way to my right ear and filled it with his tongue and spit. That made me so horny! I started moving my hips against his dick head, which was still nestled against my hole as my ass began to hunger for more raw dick and my whole body was turned on by Deacon and what he was doing. Deacon then started licking back down my body and focused in on my belly button and then on my sides. He let go of my arms, raised my legs, one in each hand, and licked up and down my leg, stopping to spend some time on each foot before moving back down my leg. I couldn’t believe this. He was making me so fucking horny and I started to murmur, “Please fuck me, please, please breed me Deacon.” Deacon stopped, let my legs drop to the side while keeping his raw dick nestled at my hole which was now soaking wet from his precum. He leaned down over me and pressed me against the padded table with his huge body. As his face got closer I noticed how black his eyes were, how sinister his face looked, there were scars and again his skin and tats seemed to change and shift. I suddenly got scared and my heart raced. Deacon took my head between his hands, covering all but my face. His eyes bore into me as he leaned in and started to kiss me deep, hard, and his long tongue worked its way down into my throat. I gasped and closed my eyes as his lips covered mine and my heart beat faster as I had never been kissed like that. I could feel that kiss through my whole body, amazing! I melted even more, and tried to put my arms around him, but he was so big, could barely get them to the edge of his back. Deacon kissed me for a long time and for such a large man, he was gentle, loving, and so passionate! Deacon pulled away from my mouth and looked at me again. I wanted him more than anything I had ever wanted and asked again, “Please Sir, please fuck me, I will do anything for you, please. It’s like you know everything I like and I want to make you feel good too!” Deacon smiled and his voice shook through me again as he said, “I do know everything you like and more as I have watched you many times. We will discuss all of that later, but for now, what do you want?” “I want you fuck me, please, please!” I begged again as I started trying to push my hole against his raw dick. “Is that what you wish? You want to feel me inside of you? You want to feel me mark you, infect you, breed you? I will give you want you want, but will you give me what I NEED? The COVENANT must be made in pain and blood. Do you sacrifice yourself willingly to me and all that I am?” Deacon asked with a tilt of his head. I did not hesitate as I knew I wanted nothing else but to be his. “Yes, I am your sacrifice, I give myself willingly and completely to you.” Deacon’s eyes became blacker, his tats shifted and danced, his muscles flexed all over his body as he stood back up, sweat glistening his body, and pulled my ass to the edge of the padded table, and lined his dick up to my hole as he said, “You are Dr Mike’s sacrifice to me – and he has sacrificed much.” My breathing sped up as the excitement and fear combined with my need to please Deacon and my horny ass mixed together washed over me. The brutal assault and rape that I expected did not come. I didn’t understand. I lay there feeling his dick, wanting him to breed me. Deacon stepped away from the table and said, “Get on your hands and knees. I know it is easier for you to take it doggy style. Just ease back on it as you will. Take your time. This dick is yours, so no rush. We have many years of fucking to come, and I want you to remember this night well.” Years? What did he mean? Did he live in DC too? Deacon said I could take my time. Wow, really? This huge AIDs-carrying-infected-mother-fucking-beast was putting me in charge? I couldn’t believe it, but my ass ached and needed dick, so I flipped over, scrambled backwards on my hands and knees, pushed my ass up and chest down and reached around to position his dick at my hole. Holy fuck his dick was heavy! It was like a club of meat, thick, hot to touch, and hard as hell and barely fit in my hand. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me and tried pushing my hole onto his dick. Deacon did not move and was true to his word as he let me work it myself and ease onto it like I wanted. While Deacon’s dick head had nestled nicely against my ass, going through my ass ring was another matter. Deacon whispered, “I know, I know, just breathe out, that’s it, let my dick open you up, good boy, oh yes, feel your ass lips push back and out as you feel me slide inside you. Here – let me add some spit - oh yes, nice and wet. Just take your time boy and ease back on my shaft.” I groaned and moaned and was panting hard like a dog left out in the summer’s sun. His dick was massive, and the pain incredible, but the ecstasy was overwhelming as I pushed myself back and impaled my guts on his black dick. I so wished I had some poppers right then, but I didn’t, so could only jerk on my dick and move my ass back and forth, trying to scrape my prostate. Inch by inch I scooted my knees back to give myself the leverage I needed to push my ass up his hard raw dick. “You are my AIDs whore now, take what you want, ride that dick for Deacon,” Deacon growled as he watched his black dick disappear into my pink hole. He held onto my hips with one hand and stroked my back with the other, calming me, reassuring me, as I began to ride him. Deacon’s dick pulsed and throbbed and filled my guts with hot black meat as I pushed back. While it hurt, I just wanted more, I could not control the hunger any more. I started to push back harder, tilting forward and pulling almost all the way off, then dropping back on his dick as hard as I could. HOLY FUCK HIS RAW DICK FELT GOOD! Deacon continued to encourage me, “That’s it boy, take me like you want. Your biohazard ass has been trained well, and I know you are a slut for infected dick. Well, now you have got more dick that you could ever want, so take your time, feel me all the way in there, OH YES – you are taking me all the way in – that’s it – PUSH THAT ASS BACK – STRETCH THAT HOLE!” I relaxed my ass as much as I could and pushed back harder as I wanted him all. The huge dick spreading me open was much thicker at the base than I head realized, and when I felt my ass hit the base I began to shake. Deacon said, “That’s it, you got it all now. Now arch your back, push that ass back, yes, yes.” I was going to cum, so I pushed back as hard as I could, making Deacon’s dick go ever further up my ass. “Please stretch my hole, go deeper, deeper!” I begged and pleaded, “Fuck me hard, please fuck me hard.” Deacon gripped my hips, but did not fuck me hard, he just continued pushing into my ass as he held me firm, my hole continuing to open and I took his entire shaft as he then began small motions with his hips, vibrating his dick. My whole ass began to spasm in response to his dick as my orgasm built. “OH SHIT, MAKE ME CUM, PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!” I asked. I started beating my dick hard as Deacon’s dick continued to shake and jump in my ass, as my orgasm built and started to overwhelm me and I was beyond the point of no return, Deacon suddenly pulled his dick roughly out and started pile driving my hole rough, fast, and deep. My breath caught as I started to cum, my ass trying to clamp down on his dick as he pounded through every hole. I kept shooting more and more cum as my body shook, and my orgasm sent me into ecstasy. I HAD NEVER CUM SO MUCH IN MY LIFE. Even when I was done cumming my orgasm continued and Deacon continued to fuck me. I was whimpering, begging him to stop, so Deacon slowed down, eased off, and finally stopped but still left his hard, pulsing dick in my ass. Deacon let me catch my breath, but it took a while. I felt like collapsing after that. I was exhausted, my legs were shaking, when Deacon shifted me to the side, pulled his dick out of my ass, and bent down. Deacon looked at me and said, “You are mine, all of you, and we will be united in all things, now open your mouth.” He first licked up the small pool of blood and ass juice that had dripped out of my hole and then he licked up the still warm load I had shot on the table. I opened wide as Deacon leaned over my waiting mouth and fed me all he had licked off the table like a bird feeding a hatchling. Once he had filled my mouth he then began kissing me again, working the cum around our mouths with his tongue. I breathed a loud sigh as Deacon pulled away. He gently turned me onto my right side, pushed me towards the far side of the table, then laid up on the padded table behind me. It appeared this table had been meant for him, as I then realized how large it really was and easily accommodated his giant frame. Deacon put his right arm under my neck and let my head nestle into the crook of arm. With his left hand he guided his dick back into my hole and I moaned as he slid back in, then took his left arm and draped it over my chest, pulling me tight against him. I felt so safe, so content, so warm and protected and complete with Deacon’s raw dick filling my ass. Deacon was sweating, and his smell was beyond a masculine musk. It was almost like a wild animal, so intense, and a mix of ripe, sour, just man. Hard to describe, but I closed my eyes, loving feeling his body and smelling this man who had decided to share some hot sex with me. I still did not yet fully understand what was to come. Deacon began nibbling on my left ear and moving his dick gently in and out of my hole. I moaned and pushed my ass back as my body instinctively wanted more. “I gave you what you wanted,” Deacon whispered, “Now, you will give me what I need.” I thought I just had, but said, “OK, anything, anything you need.” Deacon laughed, his chest rumbled, he shook his head side to side, and said, “I am going to impale you and rip you open anytime I wish as I NEED your pain, tears, blood, and anguish.” No, that couldn’t be right I thought. He was so gentle and loving, I would just tell him no. As if he could read my mind, his huge left hand swung up and caught me on the right side of my head and he said, “Never, EVER, will you question me, do you understand? While I have the power and resources to bring you back from any damage I may do to you in my moments of NEED and pleasure, I have the SAME POWER to leave you in an alley like a rat, to bleed and die alone in tremendous pain. Are we clear?” For a man who was truly a giant, Deacon was unbelievably fast as in one swift series of motions he yanked his dick out of my ass making me yell, rolled off the padded table and stood up, reached over and grabbed my left arm around my bicep and lifted me off the table and yanked me towards him. I yelped and said, “OWW, stop, that hurts, what the fuck, I…” Deacon slapped me with his left hand and I shut up as he then put his right arm behind my back as he leaned down, put his left arm behind my knees and scooped me up like fucking rag doll. I instinctively put my left arm up around his neck as he turned and carried me through the open double doors, and down the hall. We got to another set of doors that had two of the guards standing in front of them. I was suddenly embarrassed knowing these guys were seing me naked and being carried like a child, but they remained expressionless as they opened the door and Deacon stepped through and the door was closed behind us. Deacon had taken me into an immense and lavish suite of rooms. It looked like they took up almost the entire floor of the building and I could only look around in awe and amazement at the place and its oversized furnishings, all of which were clearly custom made for him. I turned my head as we entered a hallway and then a large bedroom. The bed was about four times the size of a normal king size bed, and Deacon tossed me onto it like a sack of potatoes. My teeth jarred and I shook my head to get my bearings as I felt Deacon grab both ankles and pull me back to the edge. He flipped me onto my back, leaned down over me so all I could see were his black, eternal eyes, as Deacon growled, “You are my blood sacrifice. Now you will give me what I NEED YOU AIDS WHORE!!!!” Stay Tuned for Chapter 4 – The Prince du Sang Reveals My Future

Posted Chapter 2 of Dr Mike and the Sire Chronicles (Bug Chasing Fiction Board) - gives final intro before The Deacon is revealed