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Chapter 2 of Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles: Dr Mike and His AIDs Lords **Chapter 2 is longer than most chapters, but this is necessary as this chapter explains why Dr Mike does what he does and follows the experiences that must happen to the main character in order for the next Chapter to occur. To help break it up a little, Chapter 2 is written in 4 parts, all posted below. Enjoy!** Part 1 – Final Days in DC Part 2 – Welcome to COVENANT Part 3 – IML Gangbang Part 4 – Command Performance Fuck – Is Deacon Watching? The last four weeks before our trip to Chicago had gone by in a total blur. Dr Mike continued to increase my treatment regimen with the special training and for the first time in my life there were moments when I just did not want any more dick or cum. I know, totally crazy and could not believe the thought even entered my mind. The one part that made it all worthwhile was that Dr Mike fucked me almost every day, especially if he was having me SIRE another patient. I did not really pay attention to them as who they were and what happened to them was Dr Mike’s universe. I just wanted Dr Mike’s cum and would do anything to get it. Dr Mike called me into his office and once I had kneeled he said, “Tonight I leave for Chicago. I need to go early to make sure everything is arranged and prepared and to have a few meetings.” Dr Mike continued to pack some files into his briefcase as he continued, “You need to go home and pack a bag once you leave here. I need to know that you are safe and being watched and so you will be spending the next few days at Charles’ house with him and Roger.” I started to object, but he went on. “NO, no. I have my reasons for this and that is all that you need to know. We’re clear?” Dr Mike finished packing his files and left the office and I suddenly felt lost as I had grown used to seeing him every day and already missed him. I planned to take the Metro home, but when I came out to the waiting room Roger was sitting there, smoking, with a shit-eating grin on his grimey face. “Well, well, well. Looks like the little prince is being kicked out his castle,” Roger laughed. “Come on, the truck’s out back, Sir Charles has ordered me not to let you out of my sight. We know what a slut hole you are and fuck knows what sort of trouble you will get into if we don’t watch you.” I enjoyed sex with Charles and Roger, but Roger was always a bit of a prick and sometimes his attitude just irked me and today was one of those days. That was OK, I knew just how to get Roger worked up and said, “Well too bad they did not send a real man to take care of me who actually knows how to fuck.” Roger growled, cuffed my head and pushed me out the door and when we got to his dirty old pick up and hopped in, I made it up to him though by rubbing on his dick and telling him how much I loved his AIDs cum in my wet hole. That made him hard and smile and he leered at me like I was the last lamb at the slaughter. We hit my apartment and then headed to his house. Charles did not appear to be home and I expected Roger would try to fuck me as he got naked and sprang a boner the minute we got into the house, but he didn’t, so I hung out waiting for dinner. This was my first time really seeing the rest of their house as all my other times there had been spent in the dungeon in the basement in total debauchery and sex. It was a larger than normal DC townhouse, three floors, with some great old architectural features with modern updates. During dinner Roger was still naked, and Charles was dressed in a dirty white t-shirt and greased up jeans and his big, black leather boots. I asked Charles about Dr Mike and about Chicago, why we were going, what IML was like, and more. Charles just shook his head and said, “Boy you just full of questions ain’t you. Just shut up.” After dinner Charles went into the living room, turned on the TV, stripped except for his boots, sat in a big chair and lit up a cigar. I’ve never quite liked the smell, but there was something just sexy as fuck about seeing this horse dicked man smoking. Damn my dick got hard and started drooling as my ass got wet. Roger sprawled out naked on the couch and Charles had me kneel between his legs and nurse on his dick while he smoked his cigar and watched TV. I paused, looked up at Charles and asked him if he knew what Deacon was, or who Deacon was. Charles hesitated, looked down at me, shook his head, blew out a thick cloud of smoke. What was that look? Fear? Respect? He then pushed my face back down onto his dick and instead of a hot load of cum, he started filling my throat with his piss as he causally continued to puff on his cigar. I went to sleep that night full of their cum and piss and was woken up during the night to drain Charles’ dick of piss again so he would not have to get up. He woke up early and I guess went to work, although I never really knew – or cared I guess – what he did. I stayed in bed with Roger, took care of his morning wood, and then spent the day with him doing errands around the city. Roger was not so bad after all, and I did enjoy teasing him and almost had him talked into watching me get fucked in a park, but he said Charles would beat the fuck out of him, so I let it go. The next few days at their house was basically the same and they fucked me raw and kept my hole loaded with their toxic cum. The morning finally came when we were to fly to Chicago. Charles and Roger both fucked me and both gave me a load and said I better keep it up there as they would fuck me again before we got to Chicago. I was hoping they would fuck me in the limo as I had never done that before, but they didn’t. At the airport we looked like a weird group checking in as I was dressed in one of my new suits per Dr Mike’s order and they were both in dirty denim and leather smelling of sweat, cigarettes, piss, and liquor and neither one of them had showered in days. The only part of their bodies that I knew was clean was their dicks as I had licked them both clean before leaving the house. After we checked our bags, there was a notice the flight was going to be delayed. Roger said something to Charles who left us at the newsstand and when he came back said, “Come on. I need to piss.” He really liked me drinking his piss for some reason, so I assumed that was what he wanted and was worried about getting my new suit messed up. Roger saw the look of concern on my face, laughed and cuffed me on the head as we followed after Charles. We took the stairs down to the baggage claim area and turned right. At the far side were the restrooms and outside the MEN’s there was a Latin guy mopping the floor and a big OUT OF ORDER sign in front of the door. He nodded as Charles walked past him and we followed. The bathroom looked fine to me, but then I clued in when Charles barked, “STRIP!” I tried to lay my suit carefully onto the sink counter and as I got undressed Roger walked back out the door and then the Latin guy came in rubbing his dick through his blue overalls. He slowly unzipped his overalls and was totally naked underneath, pretty hairy, with a nice long fat uncut dick. Charles was leaning back against the tiled wall, lit a cigarette, smiled and said, “Show him your hole.” So I bent over, spread my hole and felt his hot Latin dick push into me dry except for the cum leaking out that Charles and Roger had given me earlier. The Latin guy’s dick head poked through his foreskin, touched my pink hole, which was hot and hungry, and soon he was working the loads back up into my ass. In mid-fuck I heard Roger say, “No, ya’ll can’t go in there – they’re cleaning, some kid got really sick all over the floor, like bloody puke and shit and stuff – so there’s another restroom just down that way past the rental car sign.” The Latin guy was almost humming as he fucked and I felt him twitch and shoot and drops of pearly white cum started dripping out of my hole and onto the bathroom floor. He kept going, and after a while gave me load number two. He pulled out of my ass, zipped up his overalls, his wet dick head making a small stain on the left thigh, and Charles asked, “Can you keep folks out a bit longer? Here’s another $50.” “Si, no problem for you Sir. Don’t worry,” the guy said and left. Roger came in, unzipped, slammed his raw dick up my hole, fucked just a little bit, then pulled out stepped into a stall, sat down and said, “Come here.” So I went into the stall, pushed Roger’s pants that were around his boots back against the toilet and straddled him and sat down on his dick and braced myself against the stall wall and started riding. FUCK HIS RAW DICK FELT GOOD UP MY ASS! Roger was moaning, “Damn such a juicy ass, God damn I love that hole!” Charles put out his cigarette in the sink, stepped into the stall, unzipped, and shoved his dick down my throat, “Yeah boy, we gonna load you at both ends aren’t we Son, keep that hole used, now gag on my dick boy, gag on it!!” I was soon rewarded with cum down my throat and another load up my ass. I cleaned them both off and smiled at the Latin guy as we left. I hoped I would see him again. Part 2 – Welcome to COVENANT I expected to get fucked again on the plane as I had never done that either but that did not happen, so had to make due with the cum from the airport bathroom. Upon landing in Chicago at O’Hare, we were met in baggage claim by a driver who took our bags to a waiting limo. I decided to be a cock tease and knelt between Roger’s legs and started rubbing on his dick and whimpering that my ass needed to be fucked as I was determined to experience sex in a limo. Roger growled, pushed me back, pulled his pants down and was on me and fucking like a rat dog as my face was buried in the seat. Charles was reading something and paying us no mind until I begged him for his cum too and he pushed my legs back pinning me to the seat and rammed me raw with his horse dick. Doggy style was easier for me to take and having my legs pinned back like that always hurt, but he did not care and I got what I asked for. The limo slowed and I heard a large gate open. I lowered the window and saw we were entering a large parking lot in front of a five story red brick building. The building looked like an old factory, but had an eight-story tower in the center, white trim, and looked like it had been converted and refurbished. The limo drove around the side to the back and another gate opened and we drove down a ramp into an underground garage as the gate closed behind us and then the garage door came down. Once the limo stopped, the right side door was opened by a young boy who looked about 19 or 20. He was naked except for a leather harness and leather jock strap and boots and he kept his eyes cast down to the floor. Standing a few feet to the right was a tall, slightly older man in an English butler’s suit who said, “Welcome to COVENANT Masters. I am at your service as are they,” as he indicated the boy in the harness. “They are not allowed to speak, and myself and my counterparts are here as well to help ensure your stay is everything required. Please follow me and let me show you to your suites.” COVENANT? What was COVENANT? Was this a hotel or something? I followed Charles with Roger as we walked to a large elevator trailed by the boy in the harness. When the elevator doors opened I was surprised to see a totally modern and luxurious looking elevator. As the doors closed our butler said, “At COVENANT our staff are available for ALL of your needs at all times. Just press the button in your suite and your personal butler or boy servant will be at your door within moments to assist you. This is your private elevator, here are your keys, and please note that access to any other area of COVENANT is by invitation only and you will be escorted at all times.” The first suite he took us too was large and lavish and as we walked in we were met by Dr Mike. God how good it was to see him! My heart raced and I wanted to get closer to him, to smell him, to feel him, but he looked very serious. Charles went over to Dr Mike and Roger plopped down on a big couch. Dr Mike held up his hand, “No, please, you both go with the butler for now who will show you to your suite. Now, see that I am not disturbed.” I turned to leave too and Dr Mike, said, “No, you stay.” He pointed, I kneeled in front of him, he let out a big sigh and said, “I am so proud and this week will be a culmination of a great many things. A great many things and we have much to discuss you and I, but first, let me smell that hole of yours because I know those two – and you - and I bet they fucked you on the way from the airport.” When I said yes he laughed, I dropped my pants, and Dr Mike started lapping at my hole. Dr Mike pushed me into one of the big stuffed chairs. I pushed my ass out as he ate it and once slicked with his spit his dick slid right in. Dr Mike did not have the biggest dick, but I liked his dick the best and begged him for his AIDs cum. “Kill me doctor – kill me with your AIDS cum” Dr Mike growled, pulled me off the chair, pushed me towards one of the walls. I leaned forward, placed my hands high on the wall and spread em like I was being frisked. Dr Mike lifted my left leg up and held it up, which opened my hole wide and he slammed in. “Poz fuck me doctor – PLEASE FUCK ME UP – use me – use me and give me your AIDS!” he unloaded, I licked him clean. “Now,” Dr Mike said, “There are some things that you need to know. First, those two will not be touching you again until it is their time. Charles and Roger have done their part for the moment and will be under strict orders NOT to use you. But, they will always be with you. I know you have a hungry hole that needs lots of attention, and you will get it, but they will be there to make sure you do not stray off the path I have planned out. They will be your chaperones and you are to obey them in all else, understand?” I shook my head yes and asked, “So when do we go to International Mr. Leather, I mean IML? That is why we are here right?” Dr. Mike shook his head and said in a slightly aggravated tone, “No, Charles and Roger will be attending IML as they wish, but not you. Now, back to what I was saying, tonight you will have dinner with them, then I will have you escorted to me. When you return, you will begin drinking a prep I have waiting for you. This will clean you out, completely and totally, and you will drink this each night that we are here. Do as you wish for the next few hours as I have other things to attend to and Charles will expect you at 6:00.” Dr Mike left, I showered and took a quick nap and was escorted to Charles’ suite by one of the harnessed boys at 5:45. Given Dr Mike’s new order that they couldn’t touch me, I was more of a cock tease and Charles and Roger were both chafing at the new restriction, which made Charles snarl and Roger glare and tell me he was going to make my ass pay – oh I hoped so. Back in my room I rang the buzzer, one of the boys appeared, and could not tell if he was the same one who came before or not as they all seem to have the same look and build. I asked for a few cold beers to be brought up and before he left I grabbed his hand and whispered, “Hey, do you know anything about Deacon?” At the sound of that name the boy shook and ran like a fucking rabbit from a hunting dog. OK, fuck – well this clearly was not working. A different boy came back with the beers and I asked him for a quick tour of the place. He shook his head, stepped out into the hall and one of the suited butlers appeared and so I asked him. He told me he would return in a few moments and when he came back he had Roger with him, who looked none too happy. The butler then took us on a tour of COVENANT and I was amazed at how large the building was. There was an indoor pool, a large gym, a lavish old-world style library, several small living room type areas, media rooms, large common areas and living rooms, fully tricked out office suites and more. I thought this was a hotel of some sort but did not see anyone else in the hallways except other servants going to and fro. A few times I noticed a large set of elevators at one end of the building that always had two large men dressed in black standing guard in front of them. Any questions I asked about them was deflected with some statement about the historical nature of the building we were in. Roger grumbled and complained the whole time, chain smoking like a demon and took the opportunity to smack my head a few times when I tried to cock tease him. I was returned to my suite and noticed my beers were gone and had been replaced by a bottle of Jack Daniels. Shit I hated that crap, but it did give me a quick buzz, so I had a couple shots, and waited. Soon there was a knock and one of the butlers motioned for me to follow and I was escorted to a large room with a floor to ceiling window that overlooked a large sex play area that contained various beds, padded areas, benches, tables with whips and chains and toys and more, walls with St Andrew’s crosses, slings, and more that I could not see. It was a palace of pleasure and torture, or both I guess depending on one’s view. Dr Mike was waiting with a drink in hand and had me sit in one of several large chairs that were raised up, like in a private skybox in a basketball arena, allowing one a better view of the area below and what ever activities may go on there. Dr Mike sat beside me, and when I went to ask a question he just looked at me, so I stopped and waited. Just sitting beside Dr Mike like that was a torture in itself. His smell intoxicated me, the sound of his breathing, the heat I could feel from his body. I wanted nothing more than to bend over and have him fuck me as I felt so complete knowing I was his. My longings were interrupted as a door opened at the end of the room to the right, a tall man in a suit walked in, and behind him came another man in suit, but this one was blindfolded and was being escorted by one of the young boys in the leather harnesses. The tall man walked to just off our left and stood, while the blindfolded guy kneeled beside him. They were followed by a short man in leather, and the blindfolded guy with him looked almost like the harnessed boy escorting him. Next came the twins, well that’s what they looked like. Both were young, huge and buff, corn fed for sure. Then came the thugs, hard to tell their age for sure, guessed mid-30s, very very rough looking. And finally came two guys in an armed service uniform. The one in the lead walked with a limp and the one following was older, both were clean cut. Was this a reunion of the Village People or what? Below us was arranged a semi circle of men from what appeared to be various walks of life and lifestyles and they just stood there, and waited. “This is what COVENANT represents,” Dr Mike said as he swept his hand in an arc indicating the men below us. “These men – like you – serve me and the COVENANT. We share a certain philosophy, creed, and serve a higher cause – to infect, breed, and create the perfect AIDs vessel.” As Dr Mike said those last words he looked at me and his eyes showed pride, glowing pride and I felt, no I knew that he meant me. That somehow, unlike the men below, I was different. I was special. “Over the course of the past few years, each of these men – under my guidance and direction - has been perfected in their progeny an ultimate level of infection. A death emporium of AIDs, syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes, HEP, and more. They have done to theirs, as I have done to you. Those kneeling have served their AIDs Lords as you have served me.” Again Dr Mike turned to look at me, and this time along with the pride I saw something else, a caring? A sadness? Dr Mike continued, “These men of COVENANT, these AIDs masters and Lords, are all from different parts of the country, and each in their own way hold positions of power and influence. This was a planned, calculated, and a strategic decision to ensure that we not only identified and harvested the most virulent and deadly AIDs strains we could find, but that in the course of our work we began creating spheres of infection. These spheres, or base areas, were our harvest zone and our breeding grounds as we each worked to perfect our deadly AIDs fuckers.” As Dr Mike continued to explain I looked from each AIDs Lord below and his progeny, to the next. I thought I was special, but guess I was not so special after all if what Dr Mike said was true. Each of those guys kneeling was just like me. They were just cum whores for their masters to use and fill and infect – just like me. Dr Mike had stopped speaking and was looking at me, I pulled it together and he continued. “Each lord or master perfected their own delivery systems for ensuring their progeny contained apex infections in their sphere. One prefers direct blood to blood infection and shit pack fucking for his more extreme transfers, another prefers chemmed sex, while another focuses on the extreme ill and dying patients at hospices and in hospitals. In addition, every master has been exposed to what every slave carries and vice-versa as our work cannot be lost and our achievements in an area must be maintained even if the primary progeny is lost. But no matter, all that they on their own have achieved has then been shared back to the group as a whole. I have tracked medically the progress each has made and each has been rated on level of infection.” My mind was racing now as I recalled my own journey here to COVENANT and all of the dick and infected cum I had taken to serve Dr Mike. “Come with me,” Dr Mike said. He got up and I followed him out of the skybox. One of the suited butlers was waiting for us and led us down the hall to the left, around a corner, and down a set of stairs. We then entered the large playroom through the same door the men had come through before. As we started to walk across the room I looked up to where we had been sitting and saw that what I thought was a floor to ceiling window in the skybox was actually a two-way mirror as you could not see in and it just looked like a regular mirror. I scanned the room and noticed five other large mirrors, three more on the wall where we had sat, and one on each end. When we reached the area where the men had all been standing, I realized that only the masters were left. Their AIDs progeny and the leather harnessed boys were gone. Dr Mike went and stood in front of the five men and as I went to kneel on the floor by his right leg he grabbed my arm, shook his head no, and had me stand beside him. “Tonight my AIDs brothers, we gather here to begin to take our cause and mission to the next level. COVENANT has united us, guided us, focused our work, and this week that work will continue, but it is a work which I know you will all enjoy and relish.” At this all five of the masters laughed loudly and heartily in agreement. In silent procession six of the leather harnessed boys appeared with trays, each with a glass of some sort of drink. They each walked to a designated master, who took their glass. Dr Mike took his, and handed me the second glass on his tray and said, “Drink, all, NOW!” He sort of startled me, so I slammed the drink. Damn I hate that Jack Daniel’s shit! But this one tasted funny, or maybe it was just because I was nervous. I set the empty glass on the tray as Dr Mike stepped up to the other masters, they all raised their glasses, clinked them as a cheer, and drank them and set their empty glasses on their trays and the harnessed boys left. Dr Mike stepped back, wrapped his right arm around me, looked at me and said as he motioned with his left arm at the other masters, “They are here for you. They, and their AIDs progeny, are one of the two reasons we are here.” I did not understand and my heart was starting to thump harder in my chest, but Dr Mike clarified as he said, “I am proud to stand before my brothers in the cause and say that you – my progeny - is now the most virulent, deadly, and infected AIDs vessel in COVENANT among our chosen. Your viral load and your mix of strains and mutations are more than we had hoped to achieve in such a short time. As such, you will be honored this week. You will be milked, drained, filled and infected even more. You will be used, abused, and dedicated to their pleasure. You will taste their cum, piss, spit, and more. You will be exalted for the death you carry, celebrated for the infection you bring, and by the end of the week you WILL MAKE COVENANT ANEW!!!!!” Dr Mike then stepped back, turned and walked towards the door we had entered. I started to follow him and was stopped by the tall man in the suit who laughed and said, “And where do you think you are going? Now strip.” I was like a farm animal that first night as I was chained, fed, milked, rode, raped and bred by the five AIDs Lords. They were all well hung, and intent on using me and tearing me up inside. Each one used his fingers to dig at my guts to ensure I bled for him and the others. One of them, I suspect the master who had been in leather, had a huge Prince Albert dick piercing, bigger than even Charles’, which hurt like a mother fucker. They filled my ass and throat with their AIDs juice, and covered me in their piss and spit. Once they were satisfied, they left and then I was alone in the middle of the room, their cum running down my legs mixed with my blood. I was sore and aching, stood up, got dressed and as I approached the door we had entered one of the suited butlers appeared and escorted me back to my suite. He asked if he could be of any additional service and so I asked him to bring me a couple of sandwiches. Once he left I went to my bedroom, I got undressed and saw a paper laying on the bed. It was a set of instructions from Dr Mike, an agenda for the next day. I was to meet Charles and Roger for breakfast, then workout with my trainer or other specialist, then lunch, then I was assigned to one of the AIDs masters and his boy for the rest of the day ‘for their service.’ It was like the fucking daily activity agenda on a cruise ship! I shook my head and sighed and then a hand clamped over my mouth as three fingers were roughly shoved up my ass. “You were such a good slut for me today,” Dr Mike whispered into my ear as he dug his fingers into my ass clawing at my bloody and cum filled guts. “You have no idea how excited it made to sit up there and watch you. To see you serve, not just physically, but with your whole being. I knew you served me well, and oh I knew you pleased me physically, but I also realize how you have totally surrendered your innermost being to me haven’t you? Hmmm? Yes, you have.” With that Dr Mike withdrew his fingers and slammed his dick into me, shoving me facedown on the bed and telling me how much he enjoyed knowing that every time he fucked me, he was killing me a little more. Dr Mike made not pretense of being a healer with me. When he finished breeding me, Dr Mike had me kneel on the floor and lick him clean, then I opened my mouth as he stood over me and filled my throat and guts with his piss. The sweet nectar, so hot and rank! When he was done he leaned down, lifted me up and kissed me hard, long, and deep and I shot my own load of cum without even touching myself, which coated our bodies as he continued to kiss me and envelop me with his himself. Dr Mike then licked me clean and hugged me tight, holding me as if I was trying to run away or that he would never see me again. This was so unlike Dr Mike in that he usually used me and sent me on my way or he left. But not that night, that night Dr Mike stayed with me. We ate, we took a long bath together and after we dried off Dr Mike took out a large jar from a drawer and told me to bend over. It looked like Vaseline, but he never fucked me with lube, so I was not sure what was going on, as he worked a large gob of it up into my hole. My ass got warm and the warmth spread out into my body. OOOHHHH that felt good! “This will allow you to be ready for anything that the masters do to you this week and each night you will not bathe, but will use this which will lock in the cum and their gifts to you to give them time to take.” Dr Mike said as he finished up, washed his hand off, and then, silently and without a word, he took my hand, led me to the large bed, and I went to sleep curled up in Dr Mike’s arms with his dick buried in my ass. When I woke up in the morning, Dr Mike was gone, and I was a little hurt, but then remembered our evening together and the night in his arms and it made me smile. I cleaned up and met Charles and Roger for breakfast in their suite next door. The minute I walked in Roger pushed me against the wall and tried getting at my ass as he was naked as usual and his dick was sticking out like a water dousing rod, but Charles spoke up and said, “Son, cut that the FUCK OUT! No sense getting yourself all worked up over something you can’t have right now. You hear me? We are under orders, you understand, now let him the fuck go!” Roger growled and cuffed me up the side of the head. As he walked away I said, “Hey ROGER!” and yanked my shorts down and wiggled my ass at him. “You fucking little…..grrrrr,” Roger said and stomped off to another room. Charles laughed, shook his head, took a long drag on his cigarette and said, “That ain’t right now either you know.” During breakfast Charles and Roger peppered me with questions about what had happened the day before. While Dr Mike had not explicitly said not to tell them, I assumed if he had wanted them to know he would have told them, so I didn’t say anything, which along with some additional cock teasing left them both in a foul mood but delighted me to no end. I enjoyed having the power for once! The next five days were all very similar. I would meet Roger and Charles for breakfast and would tease Roger by showing him my ass, rubbing against him, anything to get him worked up and frustrated. I also asked them questions about what they were doing and IML and on both fronts neither one of them would say much so breakfast was totally boring. I would then go back to my suite, work with one of the specialists training me in some skill, or with my trainer, or something. Have lunch, maybe a little time to chill, and then I would be escorted to one of the AIDs Lords and his progeny. My time with them was all about sex. While some of them wanted to chat a little and have ‘a date’ first, we all knew why I was there, and why they were there and that was to create a whirlpool of infection. The sex with each AIDs master and his boy varied from very vanilla sucking and fucking with raw breeding in the missionary position as the wildest part, to hardcore and extreme bondage and sado/masochism. What all of my sessions with these guys shared was my giving my charged, infected cum to both the master and his progeny and in turn, they both gave me theirs up my bloody ass. I would be escorted back to my room, where Dr Mike was waiting for me. I could not believe it when he was there the next night and so hoped he would stay again like he had before. And he did. Dr Mike held me tight after breeding me, he would then coat my insides with his concoction from the jar, we would eat, relax, then I would fall asleep in his arms only to find him gone when I woke up the next morning. On the night I had seen the last master and his boy, there was no agenda for the next day waiting for me when I got back to the room, just Dr Mike. When I asked him what happened on the 7th day, he smiled a sort of sad, knowing smile, and said, “Oh, tomorrow – tomorrow is a VERY special day. You will meet Charles and Roger as usual and then you will spend the day with them and I think they have a very special treat planned for you. But for now, you know what I want, what I NEED – PUT YOUR LEGS UP!” I laid back onto the bed, lifted my legs, giving Dr Mike my pink hole and begged him to breed me and mark me as his again. That night was different as Dr Mike fucked me most of the night and kept hugging me like I was a puppy trying to run away. Each fuck seemed more frantic, or desperate than the last, but I loved it as he used me and left me feeling so good. Again though, when I finally awoke in the morning he was gone, however, this morning there was a small silver tray on the table by the bed with a note. The paper was thick, with an embossed biohazard sign at the top and the word COVENANT set into the watermark. The note said: “Good morning, Enjoy your day, I am SO proud of you, and I WILL be with you always. Dr. Mike Ok, that was strange, but very sweet. I had never had what I guess one would call romantic feelings for Dr Mike. The thought of a relationship with him, or any of the others, never entered my mind. Was he trying to tell me something? Did he want something more? Well I would ask him later when I saw him. It was time to get up and get ready for whatever Charles and Roger may have up their nasty sleeves. Knowing those two AIDs fuckers it meant some nasty play. I went to their suite and as usual Roger let me in. I did my usual cock tease routine, rubbing my hand against his crotch as I walked past him, but this morning he slammed the door, slammed me to the carpeted floor and started trying to pull my pants down. I started fighting back and said, “GET THE FUCK OFF ME! Dr Mike said you can’t touch me!” Roger laughed, growled, spit on my face and pushed my face into the carpet with his right hand as his left hand ripped my underwear off me, “Not any more you fucking little cock tease! Bitch boy! You been teasing me all God damn fucking week! Open up that hole!” With that he spit on me again, slapped my head hard and rammed his dick into my dry hole. I grunted from the force of his body dropping onto mine as his body held me flat and his hands frantically worked to spread my cheeks and clear the way for his dick. His cock head found its target and split me dry as he shoved into me and started pumping and breathing heavy into my ear, mumbling what an asshole I was. I saw a large pair of black leather boots step in front of my face and heard Charles say, “Well, well, well, look at this, looks like the fun has started without me.” His boot flashed by my face as he kicked at Roger, who grunted and Charles said, “GET THE FUCK UP SON! You ain’t no farm animal, now drag his sorry hole in here. We need to have ourselves a little chat.” Roger rolled off me swearing, his dick wet with a little of my blood and ass juice, and he half dragged me into the living room as I struggled to get my pants up. Charles was sitting in a chair, smoking a cigar, no pants on, just his boots and his hard angry dick pulsing red, dripping with his gonorrhea jizz and twitching as he inhaled and exhaled a cloud of smoke. Roger pushed me to Charles’ feet and I kneeled and looked up at him. “Today,” Charles said, inhaling again and blowing the smoke into my face as he exhaled, “You WILL remember. We got a little pent up energy to work off this morning as you can see. Ain’t fucked nothing all week since we have had to be your fucking baby sitters. First I want to see you coat that pretty tongue of yours with my gonno slime, that’s it, lick it good, love seeing that green on those lips. FUCK! Hold his arms son, time to choke the fag!” With that Charles stood up, set his cigar in and ashtray, grabbed my head between his huge, rough hands, angled his dick down into my throat and proceeded to choke fuck me on his cock. I gagged, spit ran to the floor as he pummeled my throat and fed me a hot load of cum while Roger held my arms back. When Charles finished he pulled out he sighed and said, “Go ahead son, finish up what you started.” Roger pushed me back onto the carpet, mounted me, and fucked a load up my ass. Once he shot he just kept working it around, sighing, “Damn, I missed that hole. You know how to milk me just the way I like and there ain’t nothing better than when you try to fight back. I know you don’t mean nothing by it, your hole don’t lie as it keeps begging me in for a visit.” Roger gave me load number two about 10 minutes later. Once he was finally done, he got off me and left me laying where I was with the taste of Charles’ rank infected dick coating my mouth and Roger’s cum gurgling around in my ass. I had not even had breakfast yet! Did not look like I was going to get it either. As I approached the table, Charles was coming out of the hallway to their bedrooms and was just finishing putting on a leather glove onto his left hand. HOLY FUCK HE WAS HOT! My dick sprang to life as I almost started drooling seeing him walking towards me totally naked in just his leather boots, and now a pair of leather gloves. Charles walked around the table, stopped, and I stopped in front of him. I looked up into his dark and twisted eyes and SLAM! His right hand just slapped the fuck out me. I shook my head and SLAM! His left hand joined his right. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! I was starting to see stars and steadied myself against the table. Charles did not say a word and just sneered at me. The next time I met his eyes he then spit on my face, grabbed my head between his gloved hands, leaned in and licked his spit off my face. Tonguing my eyes, nose, and then mouth pushing his spit into my throat and tasting the infected jizz he had left me earlier. Charles pulled away slightly and said in barely a whisper, “I wish I could see Deacon rape you.” I started to ask him who the fuck Deacon was when SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! Charles leaned back down, licked my ear and whispered, “I will miss abusing you boy, but today you are mine, and I want that hole bloody!” With that Charles pushed me onto the table so I was laying on it with my chest, while standing, ass out for him. He now started slapping my ass with his gloved hands. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! Turning my cheeks red, making them burn as the black leather tried to meld with my white skin. Charles then shoved three fingers of his right hand into my hole, digging at my guts, trying to make me bleed. He succeeded, as the hot warmth started to coat my hole. I was pulled up, pushed onto my back on the table. Charles grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide as he lined his dick up to my hole. When I felt the head nestled at my hole he stopped, looked at me, smiled, spit on me a few times and said, “Tell me, tell me what you need boy. TELL DADDY WHAT YOU NEED!” “Breed your boy Daddy,” I said. “Breed your boy Daddy, RAPE ME DADDY, PLEASE RAPE ME DADDY,” I screamed. Charles growled, let go of my ankles and grabbed me around the thighs and slammed his dick balls deep ripping my ass open as he did. I had been fucked a lot that week, but Dr Mike’s concoction worked wonders and my ass felt tight and unused, so his violent thrust made me gasp. Charles loved it, growled deep, and started slam fucking. “Yeah boy, tearing up that hole, good boy bleeding for his Daddy, taking his Daddy’s dick, showing his Daddy what a fucking slut he has been for AIDs dick! Oh God I have not seen you bleed so much on my dick since I first raped you!” Charles was now slamming my hole deep and hard and as he did, his gloved hands came up, wrapped around my throat and he started to squeeze. Tighter and tighter, then he eased off, all the while keeping a steady pace on my ass. I begged him to choke me, and this time his hands clamped hard and I started gasping for breath as he pummeled my hole. I grabbed his forearms and loved feeling the flex of his muscles as he squeezed, the control, the power, the look in the fucker’s eyes of ecstasy. I gasped, “Please Sir,” and Charles tightened his vise grip making me see black as he said, “HOLY SHIT YOU FUCKER – TAKE MY CUM – TAKE YOUR DADDY’S CUM, TAKE YOUR DADDY.” Charles had made me pass out, and when I started to come to his hands were still around my throat and he had collapsed on top of me, breathing hard as my ass muscles involuntarily milked every last drop from his dick. Charles then cuffed my head slightly, covered my mouth with his and kissed me, long, deep, and hard. He stopped, pulled out of me, and left me on the table. I lay there a while trying to focus and breathe and eased off the table and went and sat down in the living room. I wondered where Roger had gotten off to and then realized I was pretty hungry. I went back to the dining room, noticed a the big wet stain of cum, blood, and ass juice on the table from our fuck. I grabbed a couple muffins and some juice off the sideboard and sat down to eat. I finished up, went to find my clothes and laid down on the couch to wait for what was next. The fuck from Charles was hot as hell, but again, who is Deacon? Why was everyone starting to act so funny? PART 3 – IML Gangbang I guess I fell asleep and must have been out for a couple hours. Roger woke me, I used the bathroom and looked at the cum and blood floating in the water as a reminder of their gifts that morning. When I came out Roger set his cigarette down, handed me a glass of Jack Daniels, and said, “Time to get drunk,” as he downed his drink. I joined him and soon was feeling a great buzz. Charles came into the room dressed in full leather gear – leather pants, an open vest, hat, arm bands, and his gloves. He walked over, stuck his gloved fingers in my mouth and said, “Today is the last day of IML. So get up, time to go have some more fun.” Yeah! I would get to see what IML was all about. So I got up and started to follow Charles and Roger out of the suite. Charles stopped me at the door, “Strip.” What? I was not going someplace naked. SLAM! “Strip,” Charles said again as he slapped me. OK OK I got the message, stripped and when he opened the door we were met by one of the butlers who escorted us through COVENANT. I was afraid we would run into someone, but then had not seen anyone before in the hallways and said fuck it, so what. We were escorted to the garage and a waiting limo. We got in and Roger handed me a big drink and told me to slam it. So I did. I figured they wanted to fuck me again, but they didn’t and I was sort of disappointed. I then started to worry about what I was going to wear, but the heavy buzz from the Jack was kicking in and I decided to enjoy it. The limo slowed, entered and alley and stopped. The door opened, Charles got out and Roger pushed me out to follow, with him holding my left arm in case I tried to run I guess. Where would I go naked? We entered a door in the back of a building where Charles was talking to someone in a dark hallway. The door closed and we followed Charles and the other guy down a hall and into a dark room to the left where I could hear the thump thump of music coming through the walls and figured we were in a club of some sort. “Get him ready,” Charles said and left with the guy. Roger found a switch on the wall, turned it on and then I noticed a large sling in the room and several folding chairs scattered around the room. Roger set a small duffel bag down, unzipped it, pulled out a blindfold and said, “Come here.” So I stepped over, he blindfolded me, then grabbed my arm and guided me across the room until I felt the cold chains of the sling against my bicep. Roger then helped me up into the sling, and just like the first time he and Charles fucked me in their dungeon, he placed each ankle and each wrist in a leather cuff so that I was trussed up, ass out and waiting. Roger said, “Here, open your mouth.” I was not sure what to expect but he put the bottle of Jack to my lips and tilted it as I took several long, big gulps until I started to cough and choke. Roger laughed. I heard Roger set the glass bottle onto the concrete floor, then felt his face against my hole as he started to eat me out. Roger always loved eating my ass and working his tongue into my hole. I started to moan, which made his tongue work deeper and harder. I begged him, “Please fuck me man, you know I love that nasty horse dick of yours up my ass, please fuck me.” Roger pulled away from my ass, I heard a zipper unzip, and Roger sigh as he eased his dripping dick into my ass and began to work my hole. God that was so good. I moaned again as Roger fucked me. I was laying there enjoy Roger’s raw dick in my wet hole when I heard voices and Charles came back. “Son, you know that dick of yours is going to fall off someday as much as you use that thing,” he said laughing. Roger did not stop fucking and Charles came over, ran his leather gloved hands over my body, leaned down and whispered, “Welcome to IML boy. I just got done passing the word that we got a nice raw hole here for all takers – and I mean ALL takers. There are only three rules. No fisting, NO CONDOMS ALLOWED, and fuck and nutt and move on, no lingering. Your raw boy hole is going to get fucked by more dick than you have ever had. I know you will make me proud and I will check back in on you later. Don’t worry, Roger will stay with you to enforce the rules and to make sure your hole stays bloody so that you can get whatever infection may be wandering around out there.” With that Charles left, Roger unloaded in my ass, pulled out, and soon a strange dick was fucking me. A couple guys fucked me, both unloaded pretty quick and of course I had no idea who they were or what they looked like due to the blindfold. Roger asked me if I wanted some more to drink, so I took a couple gulps, laid back and waited while he pulled one of the folding chairs off to my right. I did not have to wait long as from the sound of it, several guys came into the room at once, all friends it seemed, who egged each other on as they took turns fucking me. A couple of them took advantage of me laying there to piss on me and Roger didn’t stop them. I could feel the cum running out of me as my hole was open and load after load was being added. Roger would claw at my guts and get them bloody every few guys to ensure I had the greatest chance of receiving – and giving – AIDs and other infections. Only one guy who came in tried to use a condom, but as soon as Roger told him no, he said OK and started fucking me raw. No one asked about my status and I was surprised at how many guys said shit like, “Take my poz load.” Maybe they got off thinking I was negative and they would convert me. With any luck I was converting some of them! Several of them tried to fist me, but Roger stopped them and learned he could not trust even the ones who said they just wanted to finger my hole a little. The room reeked of piss as some of the guys would piss on me and try to fill my mouth while I was being fucked. A few sat around and smoked and watched in the dim light as Roger monitored it all. I had been in the sling quite a while and had lost count how many guys had fucked me and given me a load. I asked Roger if I could get down as my arms and legs felt numb and I had to use the bathroom. Roger said, “No, you stay like that until Sir says otherwise. If you feel like you got to shit just push and let it out, these nasty fuckers can’t tell and most will like it, but I know you don’t since Dr Mike had you clean out, so it’s just all the cum and air in your guts from the fucking. But you having to piss, now that I can help you with.” Roger then got between my legs, shoved a couple fingers up my ass and started pressing against my insides as his mouth covered my dick. OH GOD THAT WAS WILD! My dick was hard and I knew I could not piss, but whatever Roger was pressing against made me go and I let loose a hot stream of piss into Roger’s mouth and he sucked it all up. He then licked my body and cleaned off some of the now old, dry piss that was covering me. When he got to my head he told me to open up and let loose with his own stream of piss down my throat. Roger let me wash his piss down with several gulps from the bottle of Jack, which sort of curdled my stomach, but a few more gulps and the Jack burned through the piss and buzzed me up. The music had gotten louder, so I knew the party was in full swing. The next guy who came in had a deep voice and huge hands with a death grip. As he grabbed my right leg and ran a hand up and down my left, I could feel his strength and was like whoa! He told Roger to leave, Roger told him to fuck or get out, so I heard him unzip and Roger said, “God damn! Who was your fucking father? A longhorn bull? Look at the curve in that thing. Oh shit, this is going to be fun to watch.” The guy laughed and said, “Yeah my mother was a whore and a farm animal was nothing for her. I’ve been waiting all afternoon to get me some ass and I hear that this one is full of cum and just ready for me to fuck. Do I have to go easy or can I just fucking tear it up?” Roger laughed and said, “This boy is a slut and has been used pretty well today, you just fuck like you want man. Like I said, this is going to be fun to watch.” I was not sure what Roger meant until I felt a huge heavy dick plop onto me as the big guy worked himself up between my legs and then he backed off a little and started slapping my exposed balls with the mushroom head of his dick. His dick was mammoth, and with every slap got harder and harder. I was yelping and begged him to stop. My balls have always been pretty sensitive and I did not like this. He did not say a word, just kept on trying to crush my balls with the force of his dick. Roger didn’t stop him, and the next time he rubbed against me I could feel what Roger meant. This guy’s dick had a wicked curve upwards, in addition to being very thick and long. The new guy pushed the head of his dick at my hole and because his dick was pointed up, it just did not slide right in. It sort of caught at the edge of my hole, but he pushed his hips forward just a little to ensure that the lips of my asshole covered the tip of his dick head. He paused, took a deep ragged breath, and RAPE FUCKED ME! I screamed as his dick tore me open and dug a furrow through the top of my guts as he plowed through my first and second holes. Roger laughed and said, “HOLY FUCK MAN – YEAH RAPE THAT ASS!” The new guy needed no encouragement and brutally slammed in balls deep, pulled all the way out, paused and just as I caught my breath, slammed balls deep again as my screams echoed in the small room and the chains of the sling shook, rattled and strained under the assault. I thought Charles was big and Charles was rough, but he was nothing compared to this guy. The angle of his dick, along with the size, just created so much pain as he stretched and rearranged my insides to fit his needs. Every thrust he pulled all the way and slammed in, forcing his way deeper and deeper and shredding any resistance my ass may have had left. All of the other guys who had fucked me in the sling had cum pretty quickly, but not this guy. He went on and on and on and I knew I was bleeding pretty good. Roger continued to egg him on, “Rape it harder man, oh Christ look at that, God damn! Beat that hole, rape him man, RAPE HIM!” The new guy finally, mercifully, started to fuck harder and faster so I knew he was close. His hands were squeezing my legs hard and I knew was bruising me good. I tried to encourage him by clamping my ass, but realized he had me so stretched and filled, I could do nothing but take it, and so I did. The new guy bellowed like a bull at the slaughter as his started to unload in my ass. Most guys stiffen up and stop when they cum, not him, he just fucked and fucked and bellowed and fucked and coated me with his hot load. I thought he had finished, but he just kept fucking and then suddenly yanked his dick out, making me scream as he did. SHIT HE HAD GONE DEEP! “Clean my dick,” he said as I tried to turn my head in the sling to oblige, but then realized he must have been speaking to Roger as I heard him slurping and choking. The new guy bent down and whispered in my ear, “You are almost ready for Deacon now,” and then left the room. Roger whistled and then said, “FUCK BOY! You won’t believe what he did to your ass. You coated his dick big time!” as he started lapping at my hole like a dog drinking a glass of spilled milk off the floor. Roger was still lapping at my ass when Charles returned. Charles’ gloved hands rubbed up and down my legs, over my body, my face, back down my body to my hole where he easily slid all four fingers on his right hand into my hole, then joined in his thumb. He pushed his gloved hand harder and I yelped as he slapped my stomach with his left hand, spit on me, and said, “Good boy, good boy, Son, give him those poppers, keep feeding him and bring my bag over hear.” I heard Roger rustle around in the bag, then he came over, elevated my head and let me take several big hits on the fresh poppers. I had not used poppers in a long time and they immediately made me sort of fucked up. Charles had taken his glove off and was now working a glob of lube against my hole, mixing it in with the many many loads of cum that had been fucked up there. He gently worked two fingers all around the circumference of my open asshole, then added a third. Roger fed me more poppers as Charles massaged my hole with all four fingers of his right hand. While I had been fisted by the Lionel and the thug brothers, this was not something I normally did, but I trusted Charles and at that point wanted it as while the last guy had been a brutal fuck, I was so horny and wanted more. Charles now closed his fingers together, pushed into my hole as far as he could as he slapped my stomach and said again, “Good boy, good boy, now just breathe for me, yeah, I know but your hole is so tore up right now, this will be nothing, you’ll see, good boy. You need to be ready as you ain’t done yet today.” Charles continued to work my hole as Roger fed me poppers. Soon Charles’ knuckles were pushing through my ring and forcing me open to take the meat of his hand. “God damn it Son, take your hand off your dick, you know you need to be ready too, now just focus on keep feeding him those poppers.” I was so out of it and the sensation in my ass was so different from when the last guy fucked me. I must have been liking it as my dick was hard and precum was running out and down my sides as Charles worked my hole to his liking, opening me up like I had never been before – at least until then. I lost all track of time again, but next thing I knew Charles was telling Roger to help me down, was ass felt to empty, and I started to beg them to fuck me. Charles laughed, “Damn, yeah you’re a damn good boy. Wish I had more time with you for sure.” Roger undid the cuffs on my wrists and it hurt as my arms dropped to my chest. He then undid my ankles, eased my legs down as Charles lifted me forward into Roger’s arms. I felt dizzy and disoriented, but Roger steadied me until I could stand, left the blindfold on me, and held me as we walked (well I stumbled) out to the limo. Once in the car, Charles took the blindfold off and I rubbed my eyes, trying to focus. Fuck, it was dark out. How long had we been there? Roger was leaned back in one of the seats of the limo, rubbing his dick through his jeans and smoking. Charles was smoking too and looking at me with an intense gaze and I was not sure if he was angry, happy, or just chilling. I suddenly realized how bad I smelled, but thought fuck it, we would be back to the suite soon. The limo pulled in to COVENANT, one of the harnessed boys opened the door, and one of the suited butlers was there to meet us. With Roger guiding me, we followed Charles and the butler and instead of going to my suite, we went to the elevator that had the two guards in front of it, got in, and went up. The elevator stopped, we followed the butler down a long hallway and he stopped by an extra large wood door that had a biohazard sign carved into the wood. He nodded and Charles opened the door and we went in. Part 4 - The Command Performance Fuck – Who’s Watching? I was confused, what was going on? The room was large, pretty warm, no windows, brightly lit, and one wall was a floor to ceiling mirror. Charles stopped and nodded his head slightly in the direction of the mirror as if to acknowledge and silently salute someone. Who was watching? Dr Mike? One of the other AIDS Lords? In the middle of the room was a large padded bench almost identical to the one in Dr Mike’s office. I looked at Charles and he did not say a word as he and Roger began to undress. They both left their boots and gloves on and when I asked him what was going on - SLAM! – he slapped me harder than he ever hard then - SLAM! – again. OK OK fuck, I get the message! Roger pushed me face down onto the bench and scooted me forward so my hole was hanging over one end, exposed and ready to be fucked, and my head was hanging over the other. While there were restraints, they did not tie me down. I had no fight in me anyways. Charles hit a button on the end and the padded bench raised up a little bit as he said, “How’s that Son?” “Just right Sir, just right,” Roger replied, “I’ve been so fucking worked up today watching him get his ass used – DAMN! You should have seen that last one, I mean holy fuck he was an evil mother fucker!!!” Roger slapped my ass hard and I yelped and jumped a little. He laughed and began beating my ass as Charles walked to the front, knelt down in front of me and said, “You got me good and hard seeing how much cum was running out of your hole and how your hole opened right up for my fist. Now, time to get raped by your AIDS Lords.” Charles stood up, tilted my head up, and rammed his dick down my throat. I gagged, choked, tried to cough and could not as I was stuffed. I could not breathe either as he just held his dick in as deep as he could. I started to fade out when he pulled out, I gasped, and he shoved his dick in further. My deep throating skills had improved greatly since he first rape fucked my throat and when prepared, could swallow almost any dick now if the top was dominant enough to force it past my initial gag reflex. Charles had a true horse dick, which was thick and fat and filled my throat solid, so when he went deep I could not breathe at all. I did not care, I just wanted to serve him and loved feeling him make me gag on his dick. Charles and Roger now rape fucked me at both ends and I loved it. This was how a bottom should be used. Two AIDs fucker masters and Lords using me to please them, making me worship them. They switched places and it seemed like Roger had learned something too. He was much better at choke fucking then the first time and Charles was making sure to scrape every inch of my ass walls with his dick as he fucked. After a while Charles stopped, pulled out, reached down and pulled me back off the table, a trail of spit and drool following me as my mouth had been on Roger’s dick. “It’s time,” Charles said as he hit the button and the bench lowered a bit and the padded sides raised up to form a larger padded platform. Roger came around, laid on his back with his legs hanging off the end. Charles said, “Now get up on his dick, sit on it.” So I climbed on the table, straddled Roger, positioned myself and slid his dick deep into my hole. I started ride him, but Roger wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close to him, and squeezed tight, pinning my arms to my side and my body to his chest. “We’re going to double fuck you boy,” Charles said as I immediately got scared and started squirming, but Roger’s grip held. Charles continued, “Dr Mike told me you let those black boys all up in you like that, but trust me, they ain’t got the horse dicks we do and you know I don’t take it easy on you boy, why do you think I was working your hole before we left the bar. This is rape fuck you will always remember.” I tried to scream as Charles began forcing his dick into my hole to join Roger’s, but what came out was barely a gurgle as Roger had – in a flash – let go of my arms and wrapped his hands around my throat. The pain from Charles turning my ass out as he entered me created arcs of pain throughout my body, and I started to shake and my whole body tensed and fought even as I passed out little. Once he had the head of his dick in, Charles leaned over my back and his hands replaced Roger’s around my throat and squeezed just a little tighter as Roger wrapped his arms back around me and held me to tight to him. Charles was right, their dicks were bigger than the black guys and this hurt much worse. As I floated on the edge of darkness, surrounded by a violent sea of pain, I also realized how much I wanted them to use me and I let go. The walls I had that were trying to hold the pain back collapsed, the sea washed in and my entire body could feel every inch of the two AIDs Lord’s dicks fucking my ass and making it theirs. IT FELT SO FUCKING AMAZING!!! Roger and Charles could sense the change in my body and both got very verbal – or maybe they had been verbal the whole time and I could not hear – anyways Roger was urging Charles on, telling him to rape me good. Charles was in deep and fucking hard and growling like wild animal with every fuck as he continued to split me in two. They raped me long and hard and my body just craved more and more. Far too soon Charles howled, “I’m gonna cum Son, gonna ride this boy hole, OH FUCK SON, SHOOT WITH ME SON, LET’S RAPE HIS ASS, RAPE THAT ASS, GIVE HIM OUR AIDS CUM, FUCK SON…..YEAH… OHHH….” As Charles was screaming in ecstasy his hands clinched and sent me into dark oblivion. - SLAM! – - SLAM! – - SLAM! – Charles slapped the side of my head and I started to come back. He and Roger were still both in me and all I could mumble was, “Please…..please….” 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! Stay tuned for Chapter 3 – Deacon is Revealed

PART 3 –UNCLE JACK’S HOUSE/CRACK DEN – PIMPED OUT After Warren and his white boy left, Dwayne and Malcolm wanted to fuck some more. I told them I could not take it. I had lost count how many loads I had taken up my ass and it felt like my hole was gaping and would not close up as it seemed like I just kept leaking cum. They both laughed, reminded me I was their bitch, so they would keep fucking me whether I cooperated or not, so I hit the pipe and took whatever they gave me. I guess it was about 1:30 a.m. when Malcolm said we needed to settle up some as they had to restock supplies, but not to worry as they were not done fucking me and planned leaving my slut hole stretched and sloppy loose and full of their cum. Dwayne asked for their clothes, which I got out of the dryer, and as they started to get dressed he said I had to come with them too and don’t ask questions, just get dressed and come along. So I got dressed, let as much juice and cum out of my ass in the bathroom as I could first, but before we left Dwayne told me to lube up my ass as they may want to fuck again before we get back. When we got outside they started walking east towards the Shaw neighborhood. In DC, you have some neighborhoods that on one block they look OK, are pretty safe, but then the next it is all torn up, rundown, and you would not walk there alone even during the day. This was one of those areas and only within about 6 blocks of my apartment. We walked up to a row house in the middle of the block that looked abandoned too, but I could see slivers of light coming out between the boards of a couple of the windows and I noticed two big dudes sitting out front on the porch, smoking. Almost all the houses around this one were boarded up too and looked abandoned, there was only the occasional car driving down the street or dog barking to indicate any life at all. Dwayne walked up the steps as Malcolm and I waited by the broken down gate and chain-linked fence. He then waved for us and we followed him into the house, which had a front room with a couple ratty chairs, a hallway towards the back where we could see a couple guys standing. The place was dimly lit, so I could not see who they were as there was a lit room behind them that encased them in shadows, but no light in the hall. Once we were inside one of the guys from the porch closed the wood door, and stood inside. Dwayne walked back, said something to one of the guys in the shadows and then came back and said to me, “We’ll be waiting out here for a minute, you go back and say hi to my man there.” I looked at him not sure what he meant as he pushed me a little down the hall towards the shadowy figures at the back. As I was walking the few feet down the hall the two guys made some motions and movement and as I got closer saw they had pulled up bandanas over their faces. They both had on sunglasses – in a pretty dark house, not sure what that was about – and so between that and the bandanas I could not see their faces. I was not sure what I was supposed to do and now was a bit freaked, but the guy closest to me said, “Come here,” so I followed him past the other guy and into the kitchen, which was lit with one bare bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling, wallpaper peeling off the wall, and the vinyl floor was torn and mostly gone, showing the bare wood below. There were a couple metal chairs, an old metal table with a formica top, a bunch of dirty dishes on the counters, a stove and a fridge and a door that led to the backyard I assumed. The window in the door and the window over the sink were boarded over, and there appeared to be another door, to what I assumed was the basement. The guy I followed stepped to the side out of sight line of the hallway and dropped his pants. He had a nice fat dick, maybe 8 or 9 inches, uncut with a long foreskin. I assumed I was supposed to suck him, so got on my knees, peeled the ripe foreskin back, and started sucking him. He got hard really quick, pushed my head away and said, “Stand up.” So I did, he then yanked at my pants, pulling them off me in one tug, pushed me against the door to the basement, and he shoved his raw dick into my ass. The door was making little banging noises as he fucked with me pressed against it, and the banging got louder and faster as he got close. “OH FUCKER!” he said as he shot, pulled out, and said, “Stay like that.” The other guy from the hall now came around the corner, bandana still covering his face, he dropped his pants and his dick was instantly hard. I reached out to stroke it as it was a good 10 inches and thick. He slapped my hand away, pushed me back flat against the basement door, and I had to get on my tip toes for the right angle as he went into my ass. This one slam fucked and I was afraid the hinges would pop on the door as it was rattling something fierce as he powered into my hole. I started to ask him to fuck me harder and he slapped my head and said, “Shut the FUCK UP!” So I did, let him do his business and got his load too. He pulled out, pulled his pants up, and walked back into the hall. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do so just stood there and in a minute Dwayne came back. “Come on man,” he said. I hiked up my pants, followed Dwayne back down the hall and this time noticed a door in the middle of the hall on the left to another room with light coming out under the door. I only saw one of the guys who just fucked me, and the big guy from the porch was still standing by the front door. Malcolm was now sitting on the floor to the guy’s right smoking his pipe. Just before the doorway, we stopped by the stairs to the right, and Dwayne motioned me to follow the guy who fucked me last up the stairs, which creaked with every step. The paint and wood were both worn. When we got to the top of the stairs at the front of the house, there was a door to the left that was open, and I could see two guys tag team fucking some white chick with long hair. The next room’s door was open too and there were three or four people sitting around on boxes and chairs all smoking, there was a TV on, and they paid us no mind as we walked by. The door to the next room was closed, and the guy I followed took me to the last door that was in the wall that went across the back of the house. The guy knocked, stepped in and closed the door, so I stood waiting. I could hear the guys fucking the girl and the TV playing, and was tempted to reach into my pants and try to taste the cum the guys had just given me. The door handle turned, the door opened, and the guy with the bandana up over his face motioned me into the room. The door closed, and sounded like it locked, which surprised me, and as I heard someone laugh I looked around the room and on the far side in the shadows a large man stood up and said, “We can’t have you running now can we. My men will ensure that you stay here until I say you are allowed to go, now please, come, sit, join me here so we may both be comfortable.” As I got closer, I could see the guy was about 6”4, like 220 pounds football player build, with teeth missing, a beard, hairy chest, hard to tell his age, but as he was standing there and the fan was blowing across him, I could clearly see he had a monster dick swinging in his shorts. He did not have on a shirt, just blue gym shorts with a white a stripe down each side. I then felt how hot and stuffy the room was and realized why he had the fan on as it appeared the windows in this room were boarded over too. He towered over me, and I did feel a bit scared then as it seemed I was locked in, did not know who this was, and assumed I was being pimped out. From the look of his bulge though, any fear was quickly replaced by my ass talking and saying it wanted some beef! He stepped towards me, extended his hand, “Welcome, I am Uncle Jack,” he said with what appeared to be a French accent, with a Caribbean Island lilt. The floors creaked under his weight and the little fan did not do much to stench the smell and heat. Uncle Jack sat back down, lit a pipe, took several long hits, handed it to me and said, “Here, please, enjoy. My boys, they tell me you are good No? And say your friend’s think you are worth some of my best rock. What do you say?” I hit the pipe, totally different high from the snow Warren gave me. The new hit crashed against the wall of high from earlier. I shuddered, and the new hit slammed through and encased my body in heat. My head spun, I gasped and, placed my hand against a wall to steady myself and Uncle Jack laughed. DAMN! That was some strong shit. When I could sort of focus again, Uncle Jack said again, “So, tell me, now that you have had a taste, are you worth my best rock?” “I can’t say Sir,” I replied, and as I did and took another hit, then a longer one, and was totally fucked up. I handed the pipe back to Uncle Jack and saw his dick tenting his shorts and could not help but stare. Uncle Jack motioned me over, shoved my head into his crotch and said, “I want you to suck my cock yes?” I kneeled on the wood floor in front of his chair and started licking at his gym shorts and was amazed at his size. Holy fucking shit he was huge! Horse dick, donkey dick, big-ass-mother-fukka all applied. I could not wait to feel him inside me, so I stood up, pulled my pants down, took my shirt off, and got totally naked. The crack I had just smoked had set my horny level to 100+, and all the dick I had taken earlier was nothing compared to what I knew Uncle Jack could give me. Uncle Jack chuckled, “Yes, they said you were a hungry, hmm what is the word, slut, yes slut, Hungry slut. I see, I see that this I true no? So are you a white one who can take it hard? Take it like Uncle Jack wants? I see they have marked your ass already this night. Who does that? Tell me who?” I told him it was a guy named Warren and Uncle Jack laughed, “Yes yes, Warren, he knows what is best and he knows what Uncle Jack likes. I know it is he who sent you and your friends to me tonight, but never you mind as you and I would have met soon one way or the other. You do not know. Well of course not no. You see, your friend, no no not your friend, your – well I cannot say – but Dr Mike – yes Dr Mike, he and I are the same you see? No? We – we both serve HIM – we both serve the Deacon in our own ways and you must be ready as soon it will be your time to serve him if we train you well.” Deacon? HIM? What was this guy talking about? Who are they? Uncle Jack continued, “Dr Mike deals with the pretty side of this city. It is Uncle Jack’s job to deal with the dirty side, to make sure that the whores, addicts, thugs, thiefs, and ghetto dogs get infected. It is Uncle Jack’s job to make sure that as many asses and dicks as possible get the AIDs and more, and when they have a taste of my rock, the last thing they care about is using a condom. Dr Mike has trained you well, very well yes, but he is – how you say – Dr Mike is soft, he does not hurt you like you need. That is why he has Charles. But even Charles cannot prepare you, but Uncle Jack can, yes Uncle Jack will make sure you know how you will be used.” I still had no idea what the fuck he was talking about and was so high and horny and focused on his dick, did not really care, but in the weeks to come, it would begin to make sense. “Anyways, shall we begin?” With that Uncle Jack stood up, set the pipe down, pulled his shorts down and his monster dick fell out. He was a good 12.5 inches, longer than Warren’s for sure and it looked twice as thick. There was no fucking way I could take that!!!! Uncle Jack smiled at me, “Oh yes, you will see, you will feel so good. It is so – how you say – difficile – difficult for me to find someone who can take me, so tonight when your friends come and say you are here and that they have prepared you well, well VOILA!” I was a self-admitted cum slut and dick hound, but holy CHRIST HIS DICK WAS BIG!!! It was long and thick and I could barely fit my mouth around the end of it. As I tried to suck Uncle Jack he used the spit running out of mouth and down his big black dick to jerk with. So while I barely managed the head, he jerked his dick with my spit and my dick was streaming precum from fear and from wanting to feel him thrust inside of me. After a few minutes Uncle Jack stopped and said, “It is time now. Here, smoke some more, please.” So I took the pipe, had several big hits and as I handed it back to him could not believe that he was about to try to fuck me. There was no way. He stood up and I got on the bed doggy style as he shoved three fingers in my ass, scraping me with his long nails. I screamed as my ass seemed suddenly as dry as a desert. He spit on my hole and told me to lay flat. His weight crushed me as he got on my back, trying to position his dick to fuck me. My hole was so open from all the dick I had taken that his head found my gaping hole easily. But, he was so big, and the angle a bit off, that when he tried to push it in he just hit the side of my ass ring and I screamed again. Uncle Jack laughed and said, “Oh yes, Deacon will be pleased. HE likes a slut who cries out in pain, as do I. You will bleed for me so I can infect you good.” I screamed louder as he pushed his dick head through my hole. My ass ripped, white pain engulfed my body and smothered the high from the pipe. I was gasping for air from his weight and the pain and trying my best to run from the assault. In that moment of clarity the pain gave me I realized he was truly going to rape me and was afraid. “Please yes, make noise, I, like HE who I serve, enjoy knowing you are with pain, so yes please white slut, cry for me.” At that point I was shaking and screaming and was done and tried pushing him off of me, which was like a duckling trying to move a Volvo, fucker was dead weight on me! Uncle Jack kept working his mammoth dick around and found my second hole, then moved on to the third. Every inch of his dick shredded my insides, and created more pain than I had ever experienced. “You like that bitch?” Uncle Jack asked. “Good white bitch – like that – make that pussy bleed – what you want – huh?” I could barely breathe with him still on top of me, and my jaw was clenched from the pain. He continued to fuck me, and now began pulling his dick almost all the way out, then working it back in, inch by painful inch. Uncle Jack then slowly pulled his huge black dick all the way out of my ass, which made a big plopping sound as it came out of my hole and was followed by a small river of ass juice, blood, and shit. ‘Come, put your ass over the side of the bed,” Uncle Jack said as he got up, and then squatted behind me as I leaned over the side of the bed. “I want to see you bleed for me slut,” he said as he punched his dick head into my hole and pulled it back out. I screamed louder, he laughed, and repeated to rip me open again and again, each punch fuck tearing my hole a little more. “Oh yes!” Uncle Jack said. “You are doing well slut, very well, now tell me what you want!” “I want you to get off me!” I cried out. Uncle Jack growled, dug his hands into my arms and I screamed, Uncle Jack now started rough fucking. He was so deep and it felt like I had to shit, but he would not stop as my insides cramped, convulsed, and then opened up for him. He then began to slap me as he fucked, he ran his long fingernails up and down my back, leaving red bloody lines, he choked me, spit on me, and used me in every way possible for his pleasure. My mind and body were at war as my body began to enjoy what Uncle Jack was doing, but my mind was still wanting him to stop. Uncle Jack pulled out, went to his chair, picked up his pipe, and took a few hits. “Come,” he said, “Take some hits, you are being a good slut, but we are far from done. It takes me a VERY LONG time to cum, very long, and I want to enjoy abusing you slut. Now tell Uncle Jack, do you like?” As I stood up on shaky legs and looked at him, seeing his wet, huge dick and feeling how empty my ass now felt, I realized I wanted more, much more. I walked over, took several long hits of his best rock, and let the high wash over me. I gave him the pipe back, reached out and stroked his dick, let it go and licked my hand clean, then looked up at him and said, “Please don’t stop. Make me please you. I want your AIDS PLEASE!” Uncle Jack smiled, “Want my AIDs? That’s what you said? You will get my AIDs, and more as Dr Mike and I have plans for you.” He then spun me around and slammed his infected dick balls deep up my ass as I screamed again. Uncle Jack continued to rape my ass in various positions, anything to make it hurt and bleed for him. We stopped a few more times to hit the pipe and he was right, it took him a long time to cum. I did not want more dick! But he kept fucking and fucking and shit he sweated liked a damn beast and I was drenched in his sweat and stink and my own juices. I was now on my back, legs up, my head rolling side to side as Uncle Jack fucked me into total ecstasy. “Good slut, I am going to infect you now, oh yes….so good….let me use you…oh yes…let me use you….. open up for Uncle Jack, open up, YES, YES, TAKE MY AIDS, TAKE MY CUM, TAKE MY AIDS INSIDE YOU!!” Wave after wave after cum shot out of his dick as he shot into my bruised hole. He shook, and spit dribbled from his mouth as his orgasm went on and on. Finally spent, Uncle Jack collapsed on top of me, his dick still buried up my ass. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I kept whispering in his ear. Uncle Jack finally rolled off me stood up. I scooted to the edge of the bed, grabbed his dick, and licked him clean. His entire shaft was coated now in cum and more, and I savored every little bit. He sighed, patted my head, and went and sat in his chair and hit his pipe. I walked over, he handed it to me, smiling, and I took a few hits and handed it back. “Will you fuck me again?” I asked. Uncle Jack laughed and said, “Oh yes slut, I will fuck you again as you need to be ready.” He scooted a little forward in the chair, pulled me closer, reached between my legs and shoved most of his right hand up my ass like I was a puppet. “I have only begun using you,” Uncle Jack snarled, “and next time I want that ass fresh and tight and unfucked as I will give you so much pain you will pass out when I fuck you.” He pulled his hand out, rapped on the wall twice, the door unlocked, the masked guy stood in the doorway as I got dressed. I stumbled into the hall. The masked guy locked the door and led me down the hall. The people were still watching the TV, but the room where the guys were fucking the white chock earlier was empty. The masked guy stopped me, pushed me into the room, pulled my pants down and slam fucked another quick load into me, making sure Uncle Jack’s cum was worked in good. He then took me downstairs where I found Dwayne and Malcolm sitting in the front room smoking pipes. At least they had the courtesy to look up at me sheepishly as I walked in the room. They each offered me their pipes, and I took a few hits, which helped ease the intense pain in my ass from Uncle Jack’s fuck. I walked tenderly down the street with Dwayne and Malcolm who kept saying I must have done real good for Uncle Jack as his boys set them up with a ton of rock and some other good shit they could not wait to try. They were fucking happy as clams, but I was sore as fuck and done. We got to my place as the sun was starting to come up. I immediately got naked and Dwayne wanted to look at my hole and said, “Uncle Jack sure knows how to rape a hole. God damn! You a slut for sure now with that big gaping hole, all bloody and open. DAMN! I need to get back up in there!” I took a couple hits off Malcolm’s pipe, stood in front of him and Dwayne, bent over, spread my cheeks and said, “Well, let’s see if you two can give Uncle Jack a run for his money as my ass is feeling empty, so can some Big Black Dick help me out?” Me and the boys partied and fucked for the next two days. In between them fucking me and loading me with their AIDs cum, piss, and spit, a few quick naps while one hit the streets to find some more anonymous dick for me, and the guys they brought back, I set a new record for Dr Mike in how much cum was injected into my bloody, used, and hungry ass. DR MIKE WAS VERY PLEASED, AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERED. I COULD NOT WAIT TO SEE UNCLE JACK AGAIN AND MAYBE WOULD LEARN MORE ABOUT THE ONE THEY CALLED DEACON.

Just took a spit fuck and two loads from a 21 year old black boy - nice dick - after he left squatted, let his loads out into my hand and lapped them up - taste so fucking good!!!!

PART 2 – THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN We had just about finished another round of hits on the pipes when the phone rang and the guy who was downstairs said he was looking for Dwayne. Shit, totally forgot about the other guys Dwayne and Malcolm said they would try to get to come over that they knew from Franklin Square Park. So I buzzed them up, threw some pants on and went to answer the door. Dwayne and Malcolm stayed as they were on the couch, naked, hard dicks standing straight up, and hitting the pipe. I watched through the peephole and when I saw someone come off the elevator, opened the door and in walked the two new guys. The first guy was black, about 25 or so, taller then 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. His arms, torso, neck, and part of his back was covered in tattoos. The other guy – to my surprise – was a white kid, younger than the black guy, long denim shorts on, grey tank top, black and red sneakers, unshaven, but not really a beard, and he was about my height, but really really skinny – sickly thin. They just stood in the hall as I closed the door, I locked up, got in front of them, held out my hand to shake the black guys hand and introduced myself. He looked at me, sneered and said, “What the fuck I care about that for?” I shrugged and led them into the living room where Dwayne and Malcolm both said “Yo man,” and then Dwayne looked at the white kid, at the new guy, and said, “Yo Warren, what happened to your boy? You know man, the one we all ganged that bitch with. What’s his name from Baltimore, Tommy, Tom, or something. Warren said, “He got into some shit, he’s locked up now in PG County Jail,” as he sat down in one of the dining room chairs I had brought in by the couch. “What do you have to drink,” he said. I told him, he asked for some rum, and the kid who was sitting in another chair said nothing and looked totally strung out. Dwayne and Malcolm hit their pipes while Warren pulled out a huge bag of white powder, poured some in a clean ash tray, then took a rolled up dollar bill out of his pocket and sniffed a few lines. “So,” Warren said as he looked at us, “You being a slut today for these niggas? Hmmm, let’s see what you working with, get those pants off, let me see your hole.” So I took off my pants as Dwayne and Malcolm watched me and the white kid just stared off into space. I turned around in front of Warren who said, “Hmmm, ass still all white, you niggas took it easy on him I see, what you been doing? Playing cards or fucking? An ass needs to be marked up!” And with that Warren slapped my right cheek hard, leaving a big pink mark where he contacted. I yelled, jumped forward, he stood up, grabbed my left arm, pulled me back, “Don’t be running,” he said. “I ain’t done with you.” He then gave me a couple more hard smacks, told me to bend way over as he opened my hole and started working two fingers inside my ass. “Oh yeah, see where someone’s been digging at you – all raw and shit back here. Hmmm…Now reach back and hold your cheeks apart, yeah that’s right, gonna set up you up with a Franklin Park Special right here,” Warren laughed as I looked at Dwayne and Malcolm who were hitting their pipes again and just nodding. “You know what that is slut? No? Don’t matter none, now just keep those cheeks apart. Yo – my man – come here – hold him, make sure he don’t run from me.” Now I was nervous as the white kid came out of his stupor, walked over, stood in front of me so my shoulder was against his hip and his hands were on my back. I kept my cheeks open and felt Warren begin to force two fingers in my hole. HOLY FUCK THAT BURNED! What was he doing? Oh, I bet he was giving me a booty bump, which I confirmed as I turned my head and looked back and he was smiling as he licked his fingers clean, dipped them in his bag of white powder, then worked them back up my hole. “Now slut,” Warren said half laughing, “You are going to be begging for this here dick in no time, ain’t that right boy,” as he slapped the white kid. The white kid grunted and Warren kept working his fingers around my hole. The burning sensation had lessoned up some and now I could my head starting to buzz and a new high mixing in with the crack. WOW! I let out a big breath, and Warren said, “Now boy, we want to watch you use this hole, so come on now. The white kid dropped his pants and a nice thick 9-inch dick popped out, curved up, uncut, very white with a pale pink head. Just gorgeous shape and perfect size and I let out a little moan. Warren slapped my ass hard, shifted his chair closer to the couch as the kid got behind me and tried forcing his dick in my hole. Whatever Warren had put up my ass had made my hole tighten up like a Netherlands dam during a spring flood, so he was trying to work in with no luck. Warren laughed and said, “Boy, use your tongue damn it, lick some of that snow out of that valley now, taste it, wet it up, that’s get you more fucked up too.” The kid obeyed and started lapping at my hole. I was moaning, and flying good, but legs were tired, so I reached to my right, pulled one of the chairs in front of me, and leaned on it for support. Warren and the other guys were now egging him on saying shit like, “Come on, let’s see some white dick in action. Don’t think the slut likes white dick does he? Think this slut into dark meat, but show him what you got. Go on now, fuck it, fuck it.” Then Dwayne spoke up and said, “He’s an AIDs slut. He likes that infected dick, and loves lapping on old Mr Willie here, slurping up my green slime.” Warren said, “O yeah? Hmmm…. Well boy, you heard that, he’s an AIDs slut, ain’t you got something to give him too then?” The kid did not say anything, just stopped lapping at my ass, stood up, and pushed his dick in, tearing my powdered insides up as he did. I started swearing and saying it hurts, which made the guys laugh and Warren said, “Damn, you ain’t no slut, wait till I get you, you ain’t felt nothing yet.” The kid kept fucking and once the pain in my ass settled, the high took over and a radiant heat started emanating from my ass as the kid gave me his white raw dick. I don’t know how long he fucked, was sort of out of it, but next thing I realized he pulled out and I could feel cum and hot juice running down the back of my legs. I stood up, stretched, and Warren got up, grabbed his supplies, and said, “Fellas, me and this ass is gonna have a little alone time. You watch over my boy but DON’T fuck with him. He’s mine, hear me? Where’s your bedroom at?” I stumbled down the hall, with Warren pushing me along. We got into the bedroom, closed the door, he turned the light on, cleared a space on the dresser and set his stuff out, snorted a few lines, waved me over, I snorted two and mead started buzzing as the powder hit. Wow that was good! Warren laughed and said, “Come here. I don’t need those niggas up in my business you hear me. They tell you got some good ass and I like pink hole, watching my black dick go in and out. I ain’t into kissing and all that shit, but I’m a freak and love watching my black dick go in and outta pink hole. So bend over and push that shit out, I want to lick up my boys load and that slushy snow.” I leaned over the bed and Warren kneeled behind me, and started nipping and licking at my hole. Saying ‘hmmmmmmm’ as he lapped up his boy’s load mixed with the powered and ass juice up my hole. I kept pushing like I had to shit to feed him the other guy’s loads too if he wanted it. “Oh yeah slut, that some nasty good shit,” Warren said as he got up, wiping his mouth and going back to the dresser. He brought the ashtray full of powder over, set it on the bed, had me lick his fingers nice and wet, and then as he coated them said, “I got me a true HUGE MOTHERFUCKIN GUTTA SNAKE for you, you down for a beast fuck and getting that ass turned into pussy? Can you take it rough white bitch – huh? I fucks rough – want to bruise that hole. Now, time for another special, so answer me, you want this gutta snake?” As Warren worked his powder coated fingers into my ass, which hardly burned at all at first this time, but then he started clawing at my hole, increasing the damage Dwayne did earlier, and that shit BURNED! I cried out a bit and he said, “So you want it or not?” “Yes please, PLEASE MAKE ME YOUR SLUT!” I said, “I’ll do anything you want, just please fuck me now!” Warren laughed, pulled his fingers out, worked them around inside my mouth making me taste the pungent powder and my ass. “You gonna get it for sure.” I sat on the bed as Warren stood up, undid his pants, took of his shirt, then his shorts. HOLY FUCK HIS DICK WAS MASSIVE! I reached out, stroked it as he put his hand on my head and I leaned in and licked on it. He was over 11 inches for sure and thick and meaty, I could not wait for him to be inside my ass and immediately got on the bed doggy style, as I was flying high and needed to be bred raw, dirty, and nasty. Warren got behind me, put his hands up on my neck so that his thumbs met in the middle of the back of my neck and his hands and fingers gripped my head like a vise and he started to push his dick into my hole. As before, the powder had made my hole clench up, put Warren just continued pushing and forcing his dick forward, while squeezing my neck/head to ensure I would not move or run from the onslaught. I was begging for him to fuck me in one breath and to stop in the next. “You like that bitch?’ Warren said as he continue to tear my ass open as he worked his massive dick inside me. “You want to get infected by my dick? I got AIDs in prison and need another good bitch to take my cum. I ain’t doing meds and that shit, I am going to fuck and party and breed as many white sluts like you as I can to make sure it gets passes a long. As you can tell from my boy out there, my AIDs is some tough potent shit and he’ll be dead soon, so now your turn slut, so who’s your MASTER?” Damn! Hearing Warren tell me how infected he was made me jack my dick harder as he finished working his dick inside me and started doing long, deep strokes, ripping my guts open wider and wider each time he pulled out. “I’m the master,” I replied, as I wanted him to get worked up a bit and earn my ass for real. “What the fuck slut? You think you the master? Just cause you white? Well slut,” Warren said as his hands squeezed tighter around my neck, “I’m gonna make you a nigga bitch through all this cum I’m going to give you slut. The I’m the master again, cause it’s my dick up inside you and what I say goes, now take it slut! Beg for it! Tell your master how much you want his AIDs cum!” So I did, I begged, pleaded, said every dirty thing I could think of to get him to fuck me deeper, harder, and breed me with his infected load. “You want my cum? You want my death cum? My gutta snake spit? OH YEAH – MAKE MY SNAKE SPIT – TAKE IT SLUT – TAKE MY …” Warren hollered as he unloaded in my ass. His pace slowed as he worked it in and I kept begging for more, pleading for him not to stop. Warren pulled out, wiped off his dick with the edge of the bed cover and then walked over to the bedroom closet. He turned the light on and I didn’t pay attention to what he was doing as I was still pretty high and so missing his dick. WHACK! Fucking Christ, I started to turn around and move and Warren said, “Don’t run bitch, I want to make that ass red – WHACK! – yeah bitch – look at those red stripes on that pretty white ass, you need to remember I’m THE MASTER. Now get up.” I had tears in my eyes as he had whipped me pretty good. Warren put my hands behind my back and with the belt looped around them, tied them together with a length of the belt left for him to hang onto. “Bend back over!” Warren said, so I did, and as he half hauled me up off the bed he shoved his dick back in my ass. “Fucking slut, I got what you need, now open that hole, that’s it, open wide, I think the guys need to take you to see Uncle Jack, that fucked up nigga will shred your pussy. Oh fuck, got another nutt for you – damn fuck can’t hold off so good – TAKE MY AIDS, BE ANOTHER WHITE SLUT I KILL WITH MY CUM!!!! “Clean me off,” Warren growled as he pulled me back off the bed, straining my shoulder and arms that were still tied together with the belt. I knelt, licked his dick clean, tasted the tang of blood and thanked him for breeding my raw hole. He didn’t say anything, just hauled me up, he got dressed, then he pulled me backwards down the hallways to the living room. “What the fuck man? What did you do?” Dwayne asked. Warren said, “Just a little training as this white slut needs to learn who the true masters are, right? Got a good whore here who needs some more nasty dick – you ready?” “Fuck yo, I’m always ready and since you would not us let us get a taste of your boy over there, we be ready to get it in now!” Dwayne said as he got up off the couch, took the belt from Warren, and dragged me back to the bedroom. First Dwayne, then Malcolm, used the belt, fucked me wild, and gave me some more cum in my now totally bruised and sore hole. Malcolm then handed me back off to Warren who pushed me face down on the bed, laid on me as he sunk his dick into my used ass, and said, “I like you slut. I like that you are a true white slut who can’t get enough black dick. Anytime you want some more of this prison dick you know where I’m at. Come get me at Franklin. I could have fun getting a train of horned up brothas running on your ass. Got me a security guard at one of the buildings off the park who lets me take care of business in the loading dock area for a little something in exchange. Your ass would be his payment for sure, then I would run dudes up on you all night and I would make sure they all fucked you raw so either they giving you nasty shit or you give it to them. What the fuck do I care. You like that? I knew you would. I’d fuck you up – and we’d party. Maybe give you some hardcore shit as I know a few who would pay a premium to see you take on my man’s rottweilers – ever been knotted by a 4 legged dog? My man loves using a throat while his boys knot a hole – hmm – fuck that’s got me hot, oh damn slut, here’s SOME MORE CUM!” Warren untied me, let me do a couple lines as thanks, got dressed, then walked me back out to where the guys were. The white kid was still sitting off to the side and Malcolm and Dwayne were on the couch, dicks hard, smoking their pipes. “Show my boy where the bathroom is, then I gotta go,” Warren said and as the kid started to follow me I heard Warren say something to the guys and caught the words, ‘Go see Uncle Jack.’ Stay tuned for - PART 3 –UNCLE JACK’S HOUSE/CRAK DEN – PIMPED OUT

The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped out PART 1 – THE HOMELESS GUYS SHOW AND FUCK ME UP PART 2 – THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN PART 3 – UNCLE JACK’S HOUSE/CRACK DEN – PIMPED OUT INTRO This story picks up after the end of - Joseph – Dr Mike’s Patient I Stealth Pozzed and Earned my BIOHZARD Status - Time for Phase 5 – Turning Joseph into a Stealth Pozzer and the Break Up A quick recap, it was time to make Joseph a stealth pozzer and to get him to move on past me. I got him buzzed, we went to a video store where they had booths in the back, and I saw a couple black homeless guys that I had fucked with before at the main library when I was there with Carl. Carl was a homeless vet I met through Dr Mike as told in the story Carl – The Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library and Matt the War Hero. The two were in their mid-30s I guess, very rough and thuggish looking, were always together, and for a $10 bill would do anything, and I mean anything. They smelled like god-awful hell, but they each had HUGE DICKs, well over 10 inches and thick, and fucked to hurt. One of them also had an ongoing case of gonorrhea, so his dick was especially nasty. I gave them each $10 with a promise of at least two loads in my ass from each of them, and told them I would give them $5 more for every dick they found to fuck me to – along with some very special instructions – and a generous tip at the end. The instructions were to make sure to find and tell Joseph once they got started that they had a whore they were pimping out they were looking for only AIDs and STD filled dicks to breed him even though they had promised him they were negative and clean. I knew one of the last guys fucking my ass was gonorrhea dick as he fucked rough and talked nasty, “Got us some fucked up pussy here, nice pussy, this pussy TIGHT YO! Gonna nutt up all in that pussy yo, big fuck nutt.” I had no idea who the guy was I was sucking and did not care. I had arranged for the two homeless guys who pimped me out in the video booth to come over for the night for $50 each. I promised them all the ass they could take, a hot shower, I would wash their clothes while they were here, food, a place to smoke and party that was safe and dry, and an offer to feel free to pimp me out some more and I would make it worth everyone’s while – basically I was their bitch. They said they knew two younger boys who hung out at Franklin Square Park, one just got out of jail, both had at least 11 inches and they had all gangbanged some white bitches together at a crack house before so they knew these guys were down for anything rough, freaky, and nasty. With any luck, I would have a lot for Dr Mike to add to his file. Now for the rest of my evening. PART 1 – THE HOMELESS GUYS SHOW AND FUCK ME UP I had finished up my final chat with Joseph, cleaned the apartment up a little, opened the windows to let in some cool, spring air, and slammed a couple beers as I waited, hoping the two homeless guys would show up. My hole was sore from all the fucking at the video store, but I was not satisfied as the pig in me wanted more dick, and I was horny as hell and hoping they would get there soon. I did not shower, but did let out as much cum and ass juice as I could to dry out a bit and create more friction, plus it had been up there long enough to make sure whatever toxic shit was in there made its way into my blood stream. I was sitting on the couch with the lights down low, drinking another beer and watching a straight porn when there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peep hole and recognized one of the guys from the bookstore. Damn it – I hate when folks do that and don’t buzz from the front door. I like knowing when someone is coming up for any last minute prep, but they were here, so time to get the party started. I opened the door, said hi, they walked past me, set their backpacks and bags down and I was hit again by their smell. JESUS! I guess the smell of piss, cum, and filth in the bookstore helped masked it, because now they were ripe! My ass twitched knowing they were swinging some big black meat between their legs. I also realized I had never gotten their names before, but in my own house the good host in me came out and I introduced myself and found out the guy with gonorrhea dick was Dwayne and his friend was Malcolm. Dwayne then turned once I closed the door and said, “Yo man, hope its cool, but we ran into someone else on the way. He has a girl and shit, but when we said what all we done to you downtown he wanted a taste. His thing though yo is he don’t want you to see him, alright? Just quick in and out – you down?” My ass was really twitching now and I said, “Sure man. So how are we going to do this?” Dwayne stepped past me and said, “Just bend over in front of the TV and look away. He’s in the hall around the corner, told him to wait till I checked it was cool. Let me get him.” So Dwayne stepped out, I took off my pants, bent over facing the windows with my ass waiting. Malcolm started to get undressed and sat on the couch, lit up a smoke, and slowly stroked his dick, which was already semi-hard and precumming. I heard Dwayne come back into the apartment, some whispering, then Dwayne walked around in front of me and said, “Remember – no looking. Just open up that pussy for his nutt, and suck me.” I opened my mouth as Dwayne unzipped, took out his infected dick, let me lick the head and stuffed my mouth. His big black dick head was crusted with a mix of infected ooze, ass juices (from me and who knows who else), sweat, and his filth, and tasted like rotten steak, but so good! As I started sucking on Dwayne, I felt someone rub a hand up and down my ass, work a spit-covered finger into my hole and say, “Damn, that is a nice hole, feels like pussy, you right boys.” He then pushed his dry dick into my ass and started pumping. I love it when strange dick never even asks about using a condom, and anonymous raw dick is even better, especially when it is pretty dry and I know the chance of them making me bleed and getting their infection is increased, or me infecting them! The guy fucking me kept a steady pace and worked my hole good. His dick was not as big as the Dwayne and Malcolm’s, but nice and pretty thick so I was enjoying it, although with a mouthful of Dwayne’s dick could only grunt to let him know. Dwayne was gag fucking me and picking up the pace as he was getting close, but slowed off and said, “Don’t worry yo, you’ll get all this nutt up that pussy tonight.” The guy fucking me loved hearing that as he grunted, stiffened, and shot into my ass. He pulled out, wiped his dirty dick across my ass cheeks three or four times to clean the head off, pulled his pants up, Dwayne pulled out of my mouth, and walked the guy to the door. Malcolm quickly set his cigarette down and wasted no time shoving his 10-inch dick up my ass. “Please fuck me,” I said, “Work that guys cum up there.” Like I said, these two fucked to hurt and Malcolm slammed in and out, spreading my hole wide with every thrust as he tried to hit my third hole. Dwayne came back, laughing as he saw Malcolm, “Damn yo! You be all up in that when I am primed and ready.” Malcolm laughed too and said, “Snooze you loose bro, this pussy was wet and you know my dick can sniff a wet hole out a mile away.” They both laughed again as Dwayne sat on the couch, Malcolm pulled out, and I sighed loudly hating how my ass felt empty. “You get high man?” Dwayne asked. “We got some good rock here with the money you gave us earlier, and me and my man here figured since you offered your place and all, we’d get you real fucked up and see what a real slut you can be.” I shook my head and said, “I have before, but it’s been a while, you guys may have to help me out. When you smoke that shit, can you guys get it up again?” Dwayne and Malcolm both laughed like I had said the funniest thing in the world and Dwayne said, “When we smoke this shit, our dicks get like this,” as he held up his fist and slapped his forearm, which I took to mean rock hard. Malcolm laughed too and said, “Yeah, we be like that pink bunny on TV that keep going and going and going – you don’t worry none, now get over here.” Now, recreational drugs was not something Dr Mike advocated in his treatment regimen with me – actively anyways – he did tell me to ensure I never got hooked as that would be a sign that I had no control, which struck me as ironic as I never seemed to have any control when I served him. However, times when I had partied during a hook up and told Dr Mike as I was honest with about everything, he just nodded, made his notes in my chart and once said certain hard drugs did have value in depressing the immune system and encouraged infections so he was fine with me doing anything as long I followed his guidelines and reported back to him. Dwayne and Malcolm started arranging stuff on the coffee table as they unloaded their pockets including a couple lighters, some bags of crack, some squished up wire, a couple glass pipes, and more. They asked for a couple plates, a spoon, and strong ass drinks. So I got up to get what else they needed while they finished setting up, and I also closed the living room windows and put a rug down to cover the gap under the front door just in case any smell tried to get out. Once they were ready they each lit a pipe, and took a few big hits, held it in, and let it out almost simultaneously. Seeing the thick cloud of smoke around them, their sweaty bodies, their huge dicks already at attention, made me so fucking horny – fuck they were sexy as shit! The smell from the pipes was a little sharp and Dwayne motioned me over to sit beside him. I sat down, he handed the pipe to me, I inhaled deep, held it, and when I let it out the fucking rush to my head was intense, then settled into a weird more-awake-horny-as-fuck-mellow sensation. I did it twice more, and handed the pipe back to a smiling Dwayne who said, “Oh yeah boy, he’s going to be a good slut for us tonight.” Malcolm smiled at me and I could not fight the urge for dick in my ass, so stood up, pushed Dwayne’s hands to the side, straddled him, and sat down on his dick. Dwayne sighed, “FUCK! That hole just swallowed Mr Willie up! SHIT! You want that AIDs dick? Huh? That what u need to fill that hole?” I didn’t say anything, just moaned as I was lost in the high of the hit and feeling his infected dick touch me deep. “You want that AIDs? Huh? OH FUCK BOY – you gonna make me nutt up in that pussy, nutt up in there – of shit fuck – TAKE MY AIDS DICK, TAKE MY AIDS DICK,” Dwayne said as he gave me a hot load up my ass. I rode every drop out of his quivering dick, flexing my hole with each stroke up and down, until Dwayne pushed me off. No problem, I then stepped to the left and dropped my ass down on Malcolm’s dripping dick and started riding him. Dwayne laughed, hit the pipe, and leaned back to let the high set in and watch as Malcolm then too shot his nutt up my ass. When Malcolm was done, I slid off, turned around, smiled at them and said, “Told you I would give you all the ass you could handle tonight, so I hope that’s not all you got?” They both laughed, hit the pipes, their drinks, and sat back as I licked both their dicks clean, tasting my ass and their cum and paying extra attention to Dwayne’s piss slit to ensure I got every bit of drip I could. “Come here,” Dwayne said as I stood up from cleaning them off. I stood in front of him and he pulled me down, kissing me deep, swirling his tongue around my mouth tasting what I had licked up. “Damn slut, yeah if you ready for it, we know how to work a bitch, don’t you worry.” He handed me the pipe again, and the high just got more intense. While I could still focus right I asked if they wanted something to eat, they didn’t, then picked up all their dirty clothes from around the couch, told them to dig whatever they wanted cleaned out of their bags, then threw it all in the washer. When I came back out, Malcolm was saying something in a low voice to Dwayne, who was shaking his head yes, so I knew they were planning something and hope it was more dick. “You like tasting my drip don’t you?” Dwayne asked. “Come here, turn around, I want to make sure your ass is nice and raw, bend over.” I bent over in front of him, he used his long, uncut dirty fingernails to scratch all around my hole, then stood up and worked his dick head around the scratches he just made. “Nasty slut, that’ll help make sure your pussy hole gets good and infected and you will feel me good,” Dwayne said. He then got up, asked where the bathroom was, and headed down the hall. I looked at Malcolm, his big dick, and realized that he was a good deal thicker than Dwayne. Both about the same length, bit Malcolm had some girth on him. Malcolm handed me a pipe, I took a few big hits, he took a couple then set his pipe down, got up, pushed me ahead of him over towards an easy chair in the corner. “Get up on your hands and knees,” he said. I did, laying my head on the back of the chair as Malcolm got up behind me, worked his hands up and down my sides, reached forward, twisted my nipples which made me yelp, then worked his hands back down to my ass. He put his hands at the top of my thighs and held me as he slammed his dick up my ass. “OH GOD!” I cried out. Malcolm did not say a word as he then pulled his dick all the way out and slammed back in. “You like it like that?” he asked. “Yes please,” I said, “Please fuck me, please fuck my hole.” Malcolm then pulled all the way out, and pushed just the tip of his raw dick into my ass ring and stopped. I was holding my breath waiting for it, but he just rested there. “PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME!” I said, but nothing. ‘GIVE ME YOUR AIDS DICK, PLEASE INFECT MY PUSSY!” Malcolm grunted and slammed back in balls deep. He did it again, pulling all the way, just leaving the tip of his dick in my hole and waited, until I started begging and then he slammed back in, deeper this time as my ass just opened up. My head was now banging against the wall as he forced his way inside me with every thrust and kept going on and on and on. The man was right, these boys had no trouble doing a long dick down. Malcolm then pulled out and walked away. I was gasping for breath, and my hole was pulsating, still flexing from the beat down fuck. That was how the next few hours went. Malcolm and Dwayne sharing their crack with me and feeding me their dicks in both ends. Dwayne would have me wipe my hole off with a paper towel, so he could dry fuck me, then lick his dick clean, while Malcolm liked it wetter, so he usually fucked me after Dwayne when the juices were flowing. I was fucked up good and ready for anything else the night would bring. Stay tuned for PART 2 – THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN

Part 2- The Soldiers –supporting the troops –the Dr Mike Way At each floor, the elevator chimed, a little bit of Captain Baker’s AIDs filled cum leaked out of my ass, he continued to rub his dick which was showing hard through his cammo pants, and my need to piss continued to increase. My ass was throbbing a bit from his raw fuck, but in that way that just made me want more. My sides also hurt from where he dug into me with his hands and finger nails, but like the good Captain said, he had marked me and in more ways than one. We reached the 8th floor, Captain Baker led the way down the hall, past the vending machines and ice machine, to the last two rooms on the left. The stairwell was across the hall, so was about as private a set of rooms as you could get, and with the constant thrumming of the ice machine, I imagined that if anyone was trying to listen, they would not be able to hear anything coming out of these rooms. Excellent – as I was hoping for some loud, freaky, nasty play without a bandana stuck in my mouth to shut me up. “Wait here a minute Sir,” Captain Baker said as he pulled out a key, and went in the room at the end. He did not close the door fully, and I could see a faint light from the bathroom, some duffle bags, but could see or hear nothing else. The Captain came back a few seconds later and whispered, “OK Sir. You will do what I say at all times, correct Sir? Wade – hmm – Captain Wade is still asleep, so I want us to surprise him. As soon as we get inside, you strip, leave your things there by the closet. You will follow me over to the second bed and get on your hands and knees facing the window. Don’t say a word.” Captain Baker took a big drag on his cigarette, blew out the smoke, leaned over, and gave me a deep, long kiss before suddenly realizing where we were standing, then quickly pulled away and opened the door for me to walk in. Captain Baker led the way into the room and as soon as we were in, he made sure the DO NOT DISTURB sign was on the door handle, he closed the door gently, locked it, and motioned for me to get undressed and put my things on the floor. He got undressed as well, and even in the dim light from the bathroom, I could see he had an amazing body, tight, muscled, light skinned and he looked pretty hairless, and the sight of his raw dick made my ass open up, begging for more. Once we were both naked, Captain Baker motioned for me to follow him, we walked around the corner into the hotel room where I could see from the street lights coming through the cracks in the curtains two beds on the right and the shadow of a TV and dresser on the left. The first bed clearly had someone in it, as they were snoring loudly. Captain Baker led me to the second bed, motioned for me to get up on it doggy style, facing the window, with my ass in the air facing the guy asleep in the bed. Captain Baker got up behind me, found the spots where he had dug into my sides in the bathroom, lined up his now raring hard dick, and slowly eased himself balls deep up my ass. I gasped and moaned from how great his raw dick felt, and Captain Baker loudly said, “AAAHHHH, yeah, that’s good, yes Sir, let me up in there, AAAHHHHHH YEAH – YES SIR!!” as he started stroking my hole and working the load he gave me earlier back up into my ass. “AAAHHHH, yeah, that’s good, yes Sir, let me up in there, AAAHHHHHH YEAH – YES SIR!!” Captain Baker kept saying over and over and it did not take long for the snoring in the bed behind us to stop, and a voice ask, “What the fuck man, I’m trying to sleep here, what the shit ARE YOU DOING? Jesus fucking Christ! You got someone in here Baker? Holy fuck dude- what are….???” “AAHHH Wade man, you got to feel this, “Captain Baker said as he stopped, started to turn with his dick still inside me, guiding me off the bed and around so I was now facing the soldier just waking up. “You got to feel this ass Wade, feels so fucking good man, and guess what man – I gave him my cum – that’s right – shot right up his ass in the bathroom downstairs– he took it too – just like a whore – found us an AIDs whore man – that’s right – AAHHHHH – tight ass – found us a whore to use and I know you have not fucked any pussy in a while and thought you and the guys might like to help me train him. He’ll take it all, won’t you Sir?” I said, “Yes Captain, I want all your AIDs cum, use my ass Captain, please!” The guy named Wade, laughed, “God damn fuck Baker, you told him? How could you….well never mind. So it’s good? Well why not, and you’re right. I have not had a good fuck in ages, so one pussy just as good as another. Come on, push him closer, let me see if the whore knows how to suck dick.” Captain Baker pushed me closer to Wade, who was laying flat on the bed, but had scooted a little closer to the edge so that I could lean over, brace myself on the bed while Captain Baker fucked me, and with my right hand, reached out and felt his dick. DAMN! Wade was like the Captain’s twin. Big, thick meaty dick and already long and hard – some good morning wood going on there. Before I started sucking him I said, “Captain, can we stop a minute, I still need to piss really bad and you keep hitting my bladder, so really got to go.” Captain Baker just laughed, grabbed me tighter on my sides opening the flesh more where his nails dug in. “No can do Sir. When you’re in a combat zone Sir you don’t piss when you want, you learn to go wherever you standing, so piss if you need to, but we ain’t stopping, SIR!” I looked through the darkness towards Wade, while holding his dick, and said, “Please Wade, will you please let me piss first?” I got cuffed up the side of the head and he said, “It’s Captain to you, now shut the fuck up and suck my dick. Whore’s don’t ask stupid questions.” So I bent over, opened my mouth wide to take in Wade’s uncut dick, and started sucking. He must have liked it as he immediately began to gyrate his hips a little, his left hand came up on the back of my head and started pushing down deeper onto his dick while he moaned in pleasure. The sound of Baker’s dog tags clanging together as he fucked me echoed in the room as he started fucking me harder. He was really hurting my sides now as his nails dug deeper, so I knew he was close again. “Want my cum again Sir?” Captain Baker asked, “Want it? Where do you want me to shoot Sir? Where should I shoot Sir?” Damn manners. “Cum in my ass Captain – please Captain, I want your AIDs – GIVE ME YOUR AIDS!!!” I begged. Baker growled, slammed me hard four or five times, then stopped as his dick swelled and spewed his hot virus load into me ass again. His second orgasm was more intense than the first and seemed to last forever as his whole body shook. Meanwhile, Wade was pumping my throat and his moans were getting louder and louder. “Please Captain, I want your cum in my ass too, please give it to me – fuck me PLEASE!!!” I said. I got cuffed again as Wade said, “Don’t talk, your job is to stay in formation and trust me whore, you WILL get it.” Wade pulled his dick out of my mouth and rolled towards the far side of the bed as Baker was still balls deep up my ass, the last of his infected cum being milked out by my ass walls. Wade walked around the bed, slapped Baker on the chest and said, “Come on man, get off, my turn to fill this hole up.” Baker reluctantly stepped back and pulled his dick out of my ass, and Wade stepped right in and started forcing his dick up now freshly fucked hole. No nice to meet you, no asking if I was OK or if this hurt, just mounted and fucked. “Fuck me SOLDIER! Fuck your whore – fuck me soldier!” I yelled. Wade’s dog tags kept the rhythm of his fuck as he worked his dick in and out of my ass raw. While he fucked hard and deep, he also seemed to make sure to scrape each wall in turn, first angling a little to the right and scraping all the way in, then the left, then arching back a bit as he hit and dug high and deep, then leaned forward to ride the bottom rail. Once he did those long strokes he buried his dick right up to the balls, which seemed huge, and made small gyrating motions with his hips, trying to scrape my gutz past the second hole good. I then cried out as Wade pulled all the way out in one motion and he started to turn me around. “No please, I can’t, I can’t take anymore without pissing,” I said. Wade just laughed and as he pushed me onto my back onto his bed, I saw Baker sitting on the end of the other bed, smoking and watching us, stroking his once-again hard dick. Wade crawled up on the bed after me, hiked my legs back towards my shoulders, pinned my arms, and filled me again with his raw, infected dick. I yelped as his dick lasered right in on my full bladder and continued to beg for him to stop as I was going to piss and started to struggle and wiggle. Wade pressed his full weight down, driving deeper and pressing my bladder as he said, “Dirty don’t stop us whore.” Now with every thrust, piss started to stream out my dick. Being half hard, and with my arms pinned, the piss had nowhere to go and shot out up towards my chest and face. I spit and tried to turn my head as some of it hit my mouth, which just turned Wade on as he cuffed my head and said, “DON’T turn away. Look at me while I’m fucking you – look at me while I breed you like the whore you are – LOOK AT ME WHILE I INFECT YOU!!!!!” I could feel his cum shooting into me as he let loose day’s worth of load and my bladder continued to empty as the piss flowed out of my dick and all over me and his bed. Wade wiped the piss around on my chest, coating me good, held up his hand and licked it clean, eased my legs down and climbed off the bed. He then walked around the bed and went to the bathroom, turned on the full set of lights, and closed the bathroom door. I started to get up and saw Baker putting out his cigarette, he then climbed on top of me, letting his full body weight press me into the wet blankets of Wade’s bed, and said, “Sir, you were a good whore there, got me so fucking horny, told you we would train you and fill you with AIDs cum. Did you like that Sir?” “Thank you for marking me again Captain,” I said. “Your friend marked me too, and I want you to make me your whore. Fill me with more Airborne cum. You got more cum for me Captain?” Baker smiled, kissed me hard and long, we heard the toilet flush, so Baker got off me, sat back on his bed and was lighting a cigarette when Wade came back out. “Damn I needed that,” Wade said as he sat down on the bed next to me. I sat up, scooted to the edge, and felt like I had a moment of reprieve to catch my breath. I stood up, Wade put his hand out, stopped me, and said, “Where are you going?” “I still have to piss,” I said, Wade laughed, put his hand down but said, “You need to keep that cum up there alright? Nothing better then a hole full of cum to fuck, makes it nice and wet like a pussy.” I shook my head, went to the bathroom and had to clench my ass as I finished pissing to be sure nothing else came out. As I opened the door to come back out, Wade was there, pushed me back into the bathroom and closed the door. He had a cigarette, leaned against the wall by the tub, set it between his lips as the smoke filled the space between us. He shook his dick at me with both hands, took the cigarette out of his mouth with his left hand, set it in an ashtray on the counter, then said, “I have to piss too – now open your mouth.” I knelt on the tiled bathroom floor, scooted forward, opened my mouth, and waited. It took a while as Wade’s dick was semi-hard, but then a hot, steaming stream of piss started to hit my face, and I covered the end of his dick with my mouth and swallowed. I could not keep up with all the piss he was giving me and it started running down the sides of my mouth and puddling around my knees on the floor. Wade did not stop, and I bet he had not pissed all night as it tasted rancid, and thick, but I kept swallowing like the good whore they wanted me to be. Wade finished, I licked his dick clean, he ran his hands up and down my body, spreading the remnants of his piss and mine all over me. He then coughed a little and through partially clenched jaws said, “Open your mouth again.” I did and Wade leaned over and spit into my mouth, cleared his throat a couple more times, and spit again. “Now swallow,” he said. I swallowed his chunky cough spit, and he smiled and said, “You will take every fluid I got, now let me see that hole.” I stood up, bent over, and Wade steered me a little sideways so he could look in the mirror and see himself looking at my hole. “Nice, still see that cum around the edges, Baker must have bred you good because you were wet.” With that Wade slid his dick back in my hole and started to fuck. He had only made a couple thrusts when someone knocked on the door. “God damn mother fuckers – WHAT?” Wade said as he opened the door. Baker was standing there, looked around Wade to me, back to Wade, then said, “You done?” Wade shook his head, picked up his cigarette, took a long drag, and said, “Yeah, I’m done for the moment. Are they up?” Baker shook his head and walked back into the room. As I followed Wade back into the room I noticed that the door connecting to the next room was now open and their TV was turned on, as was the TV in the room I was in. I also saw a new guy in the room now, he was standing in front of the TV watching a Pay Per View porn, stroking a dick that was a little smaller than Baker’s and Wade’s, as was the rest of him. He did not look at me, just kept stroking his dick as Baker and Wade sat on their beds, smoked their cigarettes, and looked at me. I didn’t know what to do, I went to go sit by Baker, but Wade stopped me and said, “Where do you think you’re going whore? You’re here to take dick, right? Well there’s some dick that needs attention. You’ll have to forgive Captain Jameson, or JJ, there, he’s a little slow up here if you know what I mean,” as he laughed, tapped his head, and continued, “But poor JJ has not fucked in even a longer time than me, so he’s got a full load in his balls for you, don’t you JJ?” JJ did not respond, so I went over to him, got on my hands and knees, he turned slightly so I could start sucking him, but his eyes were still focused on the porn. His dick got even harder as I worked him around in my mouth, slowly sucking him deeper and deeper. “You like that JJ?” Wade asked, “He’ll take your nutt man, got some good pussy hole that we already worked up, but not sure that little dick of yours would even be able to feel him now after us,” he laughed. JJ did not respond verbally, but started fucking my mouth and suddenly erupted, squirting thick nutt into my mouth and down my throat. I was working to get every drop of cum out of his balls when a deep, booming voice behind me said in a heavy Southern drawl, “Well, I’ll be damn. Seems like ya’lls little whore ain’t nothing but a fag.” JJ immediately pulled his dick out of my mouth, Baker sat up straight, Wade tensed, and I slowly turned around –still on my knees – to see who had said that. The other soldier from the room next door made Baker and Wade look like kids as the light from the bathroom, his room, and the TV cast crazy shadows around his massive body. He was several inches taller than them, a lot more muscular with huge broad shoulders, pecs that were broad, rounded, and covered with dark hair. His arms were thick, veiny and running up each was a tattoo of a snake that wound around his arms, across his shoulders and the heads of the snakes met on his chest below his neck, their mouths open, venom dripping from their fangs. As my eyes moved down his body I could not believe how tan he looked, and he had big thick legs, and was wearing his black combat boots, but they looked scuffed and worn unlike Baker’s that were shiny and pristine. As he stepped closer I finally got a clear view of his dick, and it took my breath away. This guy was a good 12 inches long, super thick, and capped with a huge mushroom head. His balls drooped behind his shaft, and were huge as well, so they sort of pushed his dick out and forward. My mouth literally dropped open as I looked up to his face. He was not clean shaven like the other guys, but looked like he had a few days of growth on his beard, that outlined a big square jaw, pale blue eyes, and a buzzed hairline that seemed to come too far down his forehead. He was smoking a cigarette, so the smoke hanging around his head made him seem almost mythical. I was still staring at his dick when Baker said, “This is Captain Fontaine.” Fontaine walked past me, his dick swinging like a club side to side slapping his thighs, he went over by the window, sat in one of the chairs, took the cigarette out of his mouth and with a sneer said, “Don’t let me stop you girls – go on now, don’t mind me, get back to whatever little faggot tea party you were having. Where’s your fucking liquor?” I was still staring as Fontaine looked at me, and I could not tell where this was going and was getting a little nervous as he clearly made the other guys tense. Baker looked at me and said, “Never mind him, come here.” So I stood up, walked over to Baker who was sitting on his bed, and Wade directly across from him on the other. As I stood in front of Baker he pushed me back a step against Wade, who guided me down to sit onto his dick. My ass was full of cum and had been pretty well fucked, so I slid on with no trouble. I started riding Wade’s dick, while Baker stood up, put his dick in my mouth, grabbed my head and started fucking my throat. “Oh yeah, that’s a good whore, suck my dick good – nice wet mouth – wet hole too huh Wade? Nice and wet hole – yeah.” Wade chimed in too, “I could fuck this pussy hole all day – man this is good – and don’t worry whore – we CAN fuck all day – can’t be Airborne without having some stamina, so you best buckle up.” I could only mumble a response as Baker filled my throat with his dick and I rode Wade. A large shadow blocked the light from the TV as Fontaine said, “I’ve waited long enough. Let me see if this fag can actually suck a dick.” Fontaine pushed Baker to the side, stood in front of me and put the head of his humongous dick in my mouth. He smelled like old cigarettes, stale beer, sweat, piss and I had to try to stretch my mouth wide to take the mushroom head and heard Baker say, “I was not done yet,” with an edge in his voice. Fontaine paused, stepped back from me – although Wade kept working his dick up my ass – and looked at Baker. Fontaine reached down, grabbed Baker’s cigarette out of his hand, took a long drag, and looked back at Baker who was sitting on the bed with anger, jealousy, and a range of emotions flashing over his face. He was clearly frustrated and wanted to do something, and was now maybe regretting his choice of bringing the guys in from next door. “Time for some fag bashing,” Fontaine said as he grabbed me by left arm, lifted me up and off of Wade’s dick, and pushed towards the door to his room all in one swift motion. Baker stood up as if to stop him, but Fontaine pushed him back onto the bed and said, “DON’T FUCK WITH ME!!. Fontaine pushed me through the door to his room, locked it, and Baker started immediately knocking on the door and saying to bring me back. Fontaine yelled back, “You got yours asshole, now I’m getting MINE. Don’t worry, you’ll get back what’s left when I am done.” Fontaine then looked at me and said, “Looks like you found a Puppy – that’s what we call Baker – Puppy.” I stood looking around the room, surprisingly not afraid as I figured no matter what this guy said, he could not be that bad if Baker was willing to bring me up to being with. I noticed the bed closest to door had boots by the side, folded cammo pants and a white t-shirt laid on the end, and the bed looked like it had been barely slept in. The TV in here was playing porn – straight porn, and some kinky shit too and as I continued to look around the room I saw what must be Fontaine’s bed, which was the one closest to the window. The bed was a complete wreck, there were a couple full ashtrays on the floor beside the bed full of cigarette butts. There were clothes tossed around the floor and across the foot of the bed. The smell of him was thick and heavy in this room, and made my ass tingle and twitch. Fontaine walked around me, grabbed a pack of cigarettes, lit one up, looked at me, and while ignoring the continued knocks on the connecting door said, “You better have some of that rum on the table. You’re going to need it.” I looked at the table in the corner, saw the bottle, walked over, and took several big gulps. DAMN that shit burned. I took a few more gulps, felt the warmth of it start to spread, and turned around to see Fontaine, cigarette in one hand, his dick in the other. “Bet you ain’t seen a one-eyed monster like this before have you fag?” Fontaine said. “This here’s a REAL SOLDIER DICK. Too bad the girls got you first, I would have enjoyed hearing you cry as I raped that faggot hole – bet we still gonna have a good time. Now get over here, lick my balls.” I started to walk towards him, but Fontaine said, “STOP FAGGOT. Back up, get on the floor, you need to show me you what a lowlife you are. You crawl to me fag, crawl on your hands and knees and get over here and lick my dirty boots.” As I got down and started crawling across the floor I realized the knocking had stopped and hoped Baker was not upset with me. I made it to Fontaine and started licking his boots. First the left, then the right, then back to the left. “Get on your knees,” Fontaine said, “Up against the door – sit up straight FAG!” I did as I was told and as soon as I was in position Fontaine had his dick in my mouth and was skull fucking me. “Yeah choke on it fag, you’re supposed to know how to suck dick – guess I need to do the work,” Fontaine growled as he grabbed my head between both his huge hands, held me tight, and started making me choke and gag as he tried to force all 12 inches of his dick down my throat. I could not breathe as he held it in my throat and started choking me. Fontaine laughed and said, “SUCK IT FAG – SUCK THAT SOLDIER DICK – SUCK IT!” The rum I drank was trying to come back up as Fontaine choked me on his dick and as Fontaine got louder the guys next door started knocking on the door again and I could hear Baker asking Fontaine to open up. Fontaine loomed over me, he spit on me and growled, “I love beating the shit out of fags, homeless, and illegals, you all deserve it. See you bleed on my boots as I stomp you. But these boys here would get a bit worked up about that, so I’ll just have to make do hurting you how I can. Choke on this dick!” After he realized I could not take it all down my throat, Fontaine hauled me up and pushed towards his bed. He stopped me in front of the TV as he lifted my arms out and saw the marks Baker had left on my sides where his fingers and nails had dug into me and left little blood trails marking me. “I see you like it rough faggot,” Fontaine said as he dropped my arms and slapped my face. “Let me hear you beg Ol’Fontaine for some real man dick faggot – not those little water pistols the boys got – (SLAP) – let me hear you fag – what do you want – (SLAP). TELL ME FAG – (SLAP) – TELL ME.” I was sort of stunned form the slaps, which had gotten harder and harder, but could hear Baker on the door again and rattling the doorknob trying to get in. Fontaine just ignored them, spit in my face twice, slapped me really hard and said, ”TELL ME FAG – YOU WANT SOME REAL SOLDIER DICK?” I turned, faced him, spit square into the center of his chest just below the snake head tats, looked up at him square in the eyes and said, “Let’s see what you got ASSHOLE and if you got the skills to work that thing,” as I slapped at his dick, which bounced up and down, coming to stand at full attention. Fontaine paused, then burst out laughing, “Oh yeah, I think we’ll get along just fine – just fine - I like a little fire in the girls I fuck, none of that passive-lay-there-like-a wet-rag shit. You wanna be my girl faggot? Be my faggot girl?” I did not have a chance to reply before Fontaine pushed me over the end of his bed, clamped his huge hands around my sides where Baker had held me and drove his nails and fingers into the same spots. I immediately felt the marks start to bleed as Fontaine leaned forward a little, spit on my back, and said, “I’m going to rape that that hole – you’re my sweet faggot girl now, my sweet faggot who’s gonna bleed so good for Ol’Fontiaine,” and with that he forced that mushroom head through my ass ring and I screamed as I felt my ass give and my hole bleed as he continued on, forcing his dick up my hole. Pounding me into submission as he used me for his pleasure. “Gimme your hole sweet faggot girl, that’s it, don’t fight Fontaine, don’t fight Fontaine, I know you’re a good faggot for me,” Fontaine said as he let go of my sides, and pulled his dick out – tearing me as much going out as he did going in. I shook and Fontaine continued, “Damn sweetie, I really made you bleed. You want me to stop faggot, you want Ol’Fontaine to stop fucking you like you deserve?” I turned my head and said, “No Soldier! I want your cum, I need you to infect me, - I NEED YOUR AIDS CUM IN MY BLOODY HOLE!” “What the FUCK did you say faggot?” Fontaine growled and spit on me. He grabbed a handful of my hair, leaned down by my face and said again, “What the FUCK did you say faggot?” “BREED ME WITH YOUR AIDS CUM SOLDIER!!” I screamed. Fontaine pulled me up, pushed me towards the window, pulled the drapes wide open and said, “Fucking faggot! Let everyone watch as I give you the fucking gay death!!” I leaned forward, braced myself against the window sill as Fontaine came up behind me, he wrapped a towel around my neck and twisted it around his left arm almost like a horse bridle. With his right hand he grabbed my waist again and I screamed loud as he slammed his mushroom headed dick back up my ass. Fontaine was breeding me like a wild man. His Army boots giving him traction to slam fuck me and I could feel blood running down my leg. The harder he fucked the more he pulled and twisted on the towel around my neck, while digging into my side. “OH YEAH FAGGOT GIRL – RAPE THAT PUSSY HOLE – FEEL OL’FONTAINE RAPE THAT HOLE, TAKE FONTAIN’ES DICK, TAKE FONTAINE’S DICK, TAKE IT, TAKE MY CUM FAGGOT!!!” As Fontaine cummed up my ass he fucked harder and deeper and twisted the towel tight. I could barely breathe as he yanked back on the towel to leverage burying his AIDs dick in my ass. When he was done, Fontaine yanked his dick, out of my shredded hole and using the towel dragged me back towards the door, unlocked it, and pushed me past Baker and JJ, back into the other room Baker put his arms around me and said, “You OK? Sorry Sir, I didn’t think – damn – you sure you OK?” Fontaine stepped into the room, put his hands on my ass and squeezed, laughed and said, “The faggot’s alright, just got a proper fuck from a real soldier – didn’t you faggot girl – ask him if he didn’t enjoy it? Didn’t you fag?” Fontaine laughed again and stepped back into his room, followed by JJ, who closed the door. Baker unwrapped the towel from around my neck and said “Fontaine didn’t mean no harm, he’s just a little rough around the edges.” Wade interrupted and said, “No man, you know that mother fucker is crazy and is gonna get us all killed some day I swear.” “Do you want a drink,” Baker asked as he guided me to his bed. I shook my head yes and Wade handed me a bottle of rum and I took a few big gulps. Baker sat beside me, smoking on a cigarette feverishly, his leg going up and down, and breathing hard all nervous like. I stood up in front of him, pulled his head against my torso and said, “I’m good man, he was fine, so no worries.” Wade let out a whistle, “HOLY FUCK – he made you bleed – damn that’s HOT!” as he opened my ass cheeks and buried his dick in my torn ass. I yelped a little, leaned down, kissed Baker long and hard as Wade gave me another load. I then immediately turned and sat on Baker’s dick as I licked Wade clean. Wade bent down to kiss me, but Baker pushed him off, “No, none of that. I’m sharing, but none of that.” After I got another load from Baker, we laid down on his bed, him spooning me and his dick inside my ass. He and Wade took turns keeping their AIDs filled dicks warm inside my ass as the cum and blood and ass juice gave them the hot wet hole they wanted. JJ did not come back in the room, but Fontaine did when Baker was in the shower starting to get ready for class. Wade told him he should go, but Fontaine laughed and said, “Give me a minute, go into my room and help JJ with his uniform, you know he can’t never get it right.” Wade looked at me, I nodded that I was ok, and he went into the other room and closed the door. I glanced nervously towards the bathroom, but Baker was still in the shower. Fontaine’s dick was at attention and I wanted to feel him so bad again, so I stood, turned around, and backed up against his hot, hard body, impaling myself on his huge cock and, and gulping air as his mushroom head split my ass all over again. “Aren’t you worried that Puppy will get all upset and piddle on the floor?” Fontaine said as he laughed. I just moaned, pushed myself off of his dick, then back onto it – yelping a little as the head popped in again. “Aaahhh,” Fontaine said, “I see that faggot girl likes this SOLDIER DICK. You need another rape faggot girl?” I said, “Yes, yes, please,” as I kept coming off his dick head and making it pop back through my ass ring. Fontaine’s huge left hand covered my mouth, he slammed deep and I screamed into his hand. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, “My orders have changed and I will not be joining the boys at class this afternoon. What I will be doing is coming to your house faggot girl, you will wait on me, shine my boots, make me some drinks, and most of all faggot – I am going to tear that girl hole to shreds as I beat the shit out of you faggot and make you my own little AIDs bitch, because you know what? I know what that biohazard tat of yours means and I intend to make sure you hurt for days and that my DNA becomes the ultimate virus in that faggot hole of yours. I can fuck for hours, and trust – there will be no stopping and no interruptions this time. Understand FAG! Here, write down your address and phone number, I will be there just after 14:00 and you best be ready.” I shook my head yes, Fontaine pulled out of my ass, I leaned down and licked his dick clean, he opened the door, went back to his room, and Wade came back, looked at me, shook his head and lit a cigarette. Baker came out, let Wade shower, and we just chatted as he put his uniform on and got ready for class. I then took a shower, keeping as much cum up my ass as I could. When I was done, Baker told Wade he would be right back and walked me home. When we got to my place, Baker came up, came into my apartment, kissed me hard and said, “Sir, I expect to see you back at my room at 0400 tomorrow Sir. I have boots to shine and kit to gather for the last day of class and then we are all on leave for next 10 days. I think we are gonna have a good time Sir.” Baker kissed me again and left. I only had about 30 minutes to get ready, so I called Dr Mike, reported in on what had happened so he could update my chart, and he said he would find out exactly where these soldiers were stationed as this was the perfect opportunity to get my AIDs strain into the armed forces, use them to introduce me to as many soldiers as I could. He would even pay for my travel there and get me a hotel room right by the base so I my ass was convenient and ready to infect. Once I was done with Dr Mike I made a very strong drink, drank it down, and made another and waited as I knew Fontaine was on his way and this faggot could not wait for him breed me again.

The final chapters of the Dr Mike story have begin - Chapter 1 of the Dr Mike - The Sire Chronicles has just posted - enjoy!

Just posted the first chapter - http://breeding.zone/threads/15014-Dr-Mike-–-The-Sire-Chronicles-The-Final-Chapters

Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles The Sire Chronicles has several chapters, all of which will be posted in this thread, so check back. We first met Dr Mike in the story, - Dr Mike – Biohazard or Healer, which I posted a while back. The Sire Chronicles is the conclusion of his story with me, but the beginning of new breeding adventures. Chapter 1 – The Sire’s Need to Breed and Seed We leave for Chicago in about five weeks Dr Mike says, for International Mr. Leather (IML). ‘We’ being Dr Mike, me, and Charles and Roger. I first met Charles in the Dr Mike story, but also wrote about him in - The Return of Charles – Horse Dick Master and Dr Mike’s Lieutenant. Dr Mike says this is a very special trip and has been telling me for the past few months how important this trip will be, but will not say why. So I am busy taking care of several errands and tasks for him. The task of the moment is more personal as Dr. Mike is having some additions made to the big 9x9 red and black biohazard tat on my lower back that touches the top of my ass. Butch the tattoo artist demanded a down payment, so as the needle burns in the additions to my tat, I am working the remnants of his bear cum around my tongue and mouth, savoring the musky scent of his balls still left on my nose. But no worries he told me, he would load my ass too before I left or get his boy out front to (who has a HUGE dick so I am hoping for the boy! – OINK!), so I had something to look forward to. Cocky bastard. It’s strange what one thinks about when you have no option but to think. I could not move as Butch did his work, so my mind was focused on the word SIRE. Sire - noun, verb, sired, siring. noun 1. the male parent of a quadruped. – OK NOT ME 2. a respectful term of address, now used only to a male sovereign. – THAT WAS DR MIKE FOR SURE 3.Archaic . a.a father or forefather. – DR MIKE WAS THIS TOO IN SOME WAYS b.a person of importance or in a position of authority, as a lord. – TOTALLY DR MIKE verb (used with object) to beget; procreate as the father. – OK – NOW HERE IS WHERE IS COMES BACK TO ME To beget, to procreate, at one time I thought my DNA and legacy would carry on through the child I would have with Julie, but I realized I loved taking dick – raw dick – and wanted that more than I wanted her, so I had to move on – blah blah blah – and now I am being bred multiple times a day – by raw dicked fuckers who want a nice warm hole to cum in. The fact that many of them have infected cum and dicks of one sort or another is pure bonus. Under Dr Mike’s treatment regiment, I was the prey. I was hunted, stalked, tracked, and they would move in for the kill and tag and breed me with their infected cum. But over the past few months the tables had turned, the prey had become the predator – sometimes anyways, and I was not done yet being a force of death and destruction to the boys and men in Washington, DC. So time to back up. If you have been keeping up with the stories I was busy on the weekends with Carl – as I started to tell in Carl – The Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library and Matt the War Hero; with Hank and others including Lionel as told in Carl’s story and also The Thugs From the Library Return – The Brother Joins In, and Charles and Roger, as told in Dr Mike’s story and The Return of Charles – Horse Dick Master and Dr Mike’s Lieutenant. I also did The Mandingo Taggers in that story I posted, as well as others including The Soldiers –supporting the troops –the Dr Mike Way and of course, Joseph – Dr Mike’s Patient I Stealth Pozzed and Earned my BIOHZARD Status. Basically I had become a biohazard slut and whore for Dr Mike and I loved it!! While my work did suffer I must admit, Dr Mike was pleased, and that was all that matter. Spring would arrive soon to Washington, DC. The cherry blossoms would be out, the azaleas would be in bloom, and I was getting lots of infected cum. It was the beginning of February and I received a voicemail from Dr, “Be at my office tomorrow morning at 8:15 a.m. Wear professional clothes, make whatever accommodations you must.” What the fuck? I had to work. I was already in enough trouble for taking time off at the last minute. But I would not disobey Dr Mike, so I was dressed and at his office building by 7:50. The last few times I had come to the office there had been a new security guard at the front desk. He was a bit older than me, handsome, dark black skin, and from his accent African, and he reminded me of Ben, the guy Dr Mike had fuck me with a new HIV strain and syphilis filled dick. The first couple of times I said hi to the new guard he barely responded, but last time I came through for an after hours visit with Dr Mike the guard was very friendly and even rubbed his dick when I stopped to sign in. I knew the guards changed shifts at 8:00 a.m., so I had to time it right. I walked up to the desk and said, “Hi, how’s it going? The bathroom’s down this way right? They had the heat on in the Metro train and now am so sweaty, have to go wipe off a bit.” The new guard just shook his head and pointed, rubbed his dick and smiled. I walked down the hall towards the restroom, but instead of going into the MEN’s room where I sucked off Hank, I opened the room marked JANITOR, stepped inside, left the door cracked open so I could see and waited. I did not have to wait long as the new guard came down the hallway, and just before he got the MEN’s room, I opened up the JANITOR closet door, smiled, stepped back as he looked around, then came in too, closed and locked the door. I didn’t have time to waste so unbuckled my dress pants, dropped my shorts, bent over and wagged my white hole at him. The guard took the hint, undid his fly but left his pants up, and tried to push his dick up my hole. I was always prepared now under Dr Mike’s treatment regimen, so my hole was prelubed and with a couple adjustments, his dick popped through my ass ring. Another raw breeder! I loved how so many guys will fuck raw any chance they get no matter what they might say. Anyways, he had a nice dick, not that long, average thickness, and he got right to work pumping my hole. “Please cum in me, “ I said, “Please shoot it up my ass, please cum…,” and he did as I asked and rewarded me with a hot load. He pulled out, zipped up, said, “Thank you,” shook my hand and left. I did a quick wipe down, went into the MEN’s room to make sure I still looked presentable and went to Dr Mike’s office. The older guy was at the front desk when I walked in, and the waiting room was empty. I actually never learned his name, but he was always nice enough and no longer seemed surprised at all when I showed up. “Slow day for you?” I asked. He just looked at me non-perturbed and said, “We start seeing patients at 9:00,” and went back to his paperwork after motioning for me to go ahead down through the door to the back offices. My heart started to race as it always did when I knew I would see Dr Mike, and the cum in my ass seemed to fizz and tingle as my hole twitched in reaction to being so near him. I got to the end of the hall, paused, tried to slow my breathing, and knocked. Dr Mike opened the door to his private office and my breath caught. DAMN just the sight of him made me horny as hell. He did not say a word as he stepped back into his office, I walked in, and he closed the door. Dr Mike then spun me around, grabbed my chin in his hand and looked at me and said, “Who fucked you? I can smell your ass and I can smell the cum, so who fucked you?” How the fuck did he do that? Was he upset? “I…I uh….I was just trying to do like you have been telling me Sir, I…uh…I,” I stumbled. Dr Mike smiled an evil smile and said, “Yes, I am well aware of that, but did I ask for a recap of the treatment program I myself prescribed? I did not. Now answer my question, who’s cum is now dripping out of your ass?” “The guard, the new one at the desk to the building,” I said. Dr Mike let go of my face, stepped back, smiled wide and said, “Ah yes, good, very good. I was not sure about him and actually thought I may have trouble with that one. You see I cannot have anyone questioning the comings and goings of my patients and he had seemed, …well…, it does not matter now. You have done well and served me and addressed a need without my even having to ask. You do please me, and I frankly do not have time for this, but I will show you how much you have pleased me.” Dr Mike turned me around and I could hear him unbuckling his belt, so I undid mine, dropped my pants for the second time in only minutes and soon Dr Mike had two fingers jamming up my ass, pulled them out, let me lick them and tasted the guard’s cum. Dr Mike did that a few more times and licked his fingers, before bending me forward and driving his dick up my ass. OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! I loved his raw dick inside of me. I felt so complete. “What do you want boy? What do you need? Huh? What do you want?” Dr Mike said as his breathing was getting heavier. He always asked that and I knew what he wanted to hear, “I need your AIDs Sir, infect me, kill me with your cum, KILL ME WITH YOUR VIRUS!!” That was all he needed to unload in me. Once his orgasm stopped I slid off his dick, turned around, licked and sucked him clean tasting the mix of cum he just made. As if nothing had just happened it was back to business. Dr Mike walked to his desk, grabbed a file, which I assumed was mine and seemed to get thicker every time I came, sat in one of the chairs and pointed to floor – his order for me to kneel. “Now, let me see, ah yes. I continue to see the results I am looking for in your blood work. Your strain becomes more and more virulent, your viral load higher and higher, and along with the mix of other STDs we have been cycling through, your body is a hot stew of death and destruction,” Dr Mike said as he recapped the highlights noted in my chart. “You have done all I have asked and more. You have obeyed me, served me, and now it is time to move on to the next phase. At the end of May you will be joining me on a very special trip. We will be going to Chicago for International Mr. Leather, or IML. Do you know what that is? No? Well it really does not matter as I should say we will be in Chicago during IML, not necessarily for the event itself, but a distinction that matters little for you. Either way, your treatment program will be intensified, you will seek and take as many infections of all types as you can between now and then. I am going to focus the death kill of your strain. I also need you trained in some other, more mundane skill sets. To accomplish what I desire in the necessary time frame, I need you at my full disposal, so you will quit your job.” Quit my job? There was no way. I couldn’t, I had to pay bills, and eat for fuck sake, was he crazy? Dr Mike saw all of this in my eyes and his voice became stern. “It is too late to raise objections or questions. You already gave yourself to me and besides, at 8:00 a.m. this morning your office received a call from Charles conveying to them your resignation due to family commitments. So, now on to the next piece of our business,” Dr Mike said as he pulled some papers out of the file. I was somewhat stunned, but stayed kneeling, not quite sure what was happening. “Sign here at the bottom,” Dr Mike continued, “This is a contract for you from a company you shall learn more about later, but for now all that matters is it says you will be paid $6,000 per month, for the next four months for services rendered with automatic renewal of said contract at such rate to be determined etc…. etc…. and such duties as shall be required…..etc…. etc…. at the direction of myself etc… etc… Shortly after 8:00 a.m. this morning, a $6,000 signing bonus was deposited into your account by Charles. Yes, I have all of your banking information and so much more, so now sign.” $6,000 a month! That was like triple what I was making now. Holy shit. I didn’t understand and was so confused, and my hand was actually shaking a bit, but I signed, Dr Mike returned the papers to the file, stepped to his desk, picked up some other papers and a bottle of liquor, came and sat back down and handed the bottle to me. “I understand these are big changes, you will see why in Chicago if all goes as I plan, but for now, all you must know is I will continue to protect and care for you as I have been. Now drink. Take the edge off your emotions, I need you to focus on other things now.” Dr Mike said. “You are special. You know that. Your infection is beyond belief, and while we have had success in passing that along, we must do so now in a more proactive manner. Thanks to the HIV awareness campaign the city recently funded, I am now receiving many many new patients. Some are infected already, and a select few I am able and choose to use for my own purposes. But most come to see me for testing and most of those are negative,” Dr Mike explained. “That cannot continue. That must change, and I have two tools to help me in this.” Dr Mike went on, “The first tool is the HIV test itself. It is unreliable and there are many false negative results, which is why the standard protocol is to often test twice over the period of a few weeks. That is my window of opportunity and where my second tool comes in, you. While myself and my other regiment options such as Hank and Charles still have their place and role, it is you – with your extreme and sweet infection – that will ensure the AIDS rate in this city continues its steady climb. You will be the SIRE of the next generation of infections, and that begins today.” SIRE? What did Dr Mike mean? I did not understand. “Have you ever seen a genealogy chart? You know, a family tree?” Dr Mike asked. I shook my head yes as he continued and showed me a large sheet of paper with my name at the top. “This, this is your tree. This is your AIDs tree, those infections I can trace to you based on the strain and other testing. See, I have Joseph on here, and will trace who he infects, and who they infect and on and on. I will do that for the others too, the others whose names will go in these now empty boxes. Do you understand?” I did understand. A part of me was shocked, surprised, and I felt like I should be disgusted. I wasn’t though, I was turned on. This is what Dr Mike made me for and this is what he wanted, I was in. Dr Mike turned slightly in his chair, placed his hands on both sides of my head, and looked intently into my eyes as he said, “You are my seed, and through you I will pass the scourge of AIDs onto many more in DC and beyond,” and he leaned in, kissed me hard and deep, pulled back, stood up, and went to his desk. Wow, he took my breath away with that. “Stay here,” Dr Mike said, “I will be back shortly. You may sit in the chair, use the bathroom, whatever you wish, but stay here.” I got up off the floor, rubbed my knees, and could not resist dropping my pants so I could finger my hole a little and taste Dr Mike’s bio cum from my ass. I did not want him to catch me doing that, so pulled myself together, sat in the chair to the left and started to think about all that he had said. SIRE – quit your job – Chicago, very special trip – escalate and intensify my training – so much I didn’t understand. But, I was Dr Mike’s and he owned me. That he was right about and I had given myself to him. Dr Mike returned about 20 minutes later, and said as he opened the door, “Come with me.” I got up and followed him into the hallway. As we walked to the former therapy room Dr Mike said, “I have sent the staff home, so we are alone for the moment. Alone except for him,” as he pointed to a white boy, strapped face down on the padded bench where I had been used and taken and infected by Dr Mike and Charles. I slowly walked around the bench. The boy was white, about 5”7, skinny and bony, and his ankles and wrists were in the cuffs on the sides of the bench. He was not blindfolded like I was, but had on a full leather hood with no cutouts in the face. His head was jerking back and forth like he could sense someone was there. Dr Mike stepped next to me as I reached out and touched the boy’s shoulder and flashed back to the day Dr Mike and Charles raped me. How I bled, and hurt, as they brutally used me, and realizing how much I wanted their infected cum – I wanted their AIDs cum over and over. I also felt a stab of jealousy seeing someone else like this. That should be me there for Dr Mike, not him. I knew Dr Mike had other patients and assumed he fucked them, but did not like thinking about that. I was Dr Mike’s and he was mine – at least I told myself that. Dr Mike wrapped his arm around my shoulder an said, “This is Christopher and don’t worry, he cannot hear us and right now a little something I gave him is kicking in so his focus is not all there. He can, and will feel everything, but his mind just won’t focus on exactly what is happening.” Dr Mike continued, “Poor little Christopher just turned 18 about a week ago. He actually first came to see me a few months ago as he and a friend from high school had jerked off together and some of his friend’s cum got on his hand, so Christopher wanted to get tested. He was afraid he got HIV. Of course he didn’t, but he will now, thanks to you. You see Christopher here has another challenge in his life, he found some pills in his mother’s medicine cabinet, started helping himself, and now that he is here for school is having trouble finding what he needs. Amazing what useful information comes out when I speak with a patient. I explained to Christopher how I could help him with that situation and he had two options, to use a contact I could refer him to off the street, or come here, but if he came here there was a price and a charge in services.” I listened as Dr Mike went on, “Christopher chose the street option first, but I made sure that my friend gave him some bad stuff, that did very little, so Christopher came back. He is desperate, and I gave him just a little taste and told him my price – he needed to be of service not just to me, but another patient. That patient is you. So here we are. Now, your job is to fuck him. While I would relish opening his virgin ass, I need his hole pure for your strain and yours alone. I need to track the results and show Deac…and show that what I have done is worthy of the attention I have asked for. Christopher will return every two days for you, I will make sure of that. You will fuck him, breed him, and seed him with your toxic cum until he too is filled with your very special AIDs.” Dr Mike continued, “You will be Christopher’s SIRE, his MAKER, his AIDS FATHER! Now, get undressed. Letting a negative top fuck your bloody ass is a random and lucky infection at best. Today you will infect with intent and purpose.” I hesitated, Dr Mike looked me hard in the eyes, his voice louder and stern, “YOU WILL do as I say. I understand this is difficult, but you must grow and serve as I demand and need, and you are mine. You have grown and proven your worth and served me well over and over. You will do so again.” I got naked, stood behind Christopher, small, smooth ass, not a mark on it. “Slap it,” Dr Mike said. So I did. “Harder,” Dr Mike said, so I did. “HARDER,” Dr Mike said, so this time I slapped hard as I could, the kid bucked, tried to run, my hand stung, but seeing the red mark I left made my dick get hard, and the precum start running, so I slapped him again, and again, and again. “Now,” Dr Mike said, “Get his hole ready. You will rape him. This is about infecting him as much as possible, so he needs to be bloody. Go ahead. You know what must be done.” I used both hands and spread the kid’s cheeks apart. His was pretty hairless and his hole tight and puckered. I took my right index finger and pushed at his hole and he bucked, twisted, and I could hear his muffled cries from under his hood as his body focused on what his mind could not. I shoved my finger into his hole, which fought me and clamped tighter. I pushed harder, with no luck, so pulled my finger out, spit on his hole and shoved it back in. This time my finger pushed through and his hole twitched, and I could feel his pulsing hot flesh around my finger. I finger fucked him a bit, then pulled it out, spit again, and with all my strength forced two fingers in. He was twisting hard and pulling at the straps now. Time to make it hurt. I twisted my hand so my fingers could get at his guts and started digging with my nails at his insides, first one side, then the other, then the other, back and forth. Soon the warmth increased and a driblet of blood came out of his hole and covered that sweet spot between his ass and his balls – a little bloody trail of tears. I pulled my fingers out, looked at the blood covering them, and wanted to breed him so bad right then. Dr Mike touched my arm, he was smiling as he looked at me, “Very good, excellent. You have learned well. Now, put on this blindfold, get your dick hard and work it inside of him. I don’t want you to be distracted by the sight of him, or anything else, so being blindfolded will help you focus on his hole, that and nothing else. So begin, I will be right back.” I put the blindfold on, stuck my fingers back in his ass and tried spreading them out to tear his hole and get it a little open. I spit a few more times, missing the hole, so then spit on my fingers. I have just an average size dick, so did not have the size of some to completely force my way in. Between working his ass with my fingers and jerking my dick with my left hand, I would go from being super hard to somewhat soft, back and forth. Dr Mike was right, the blindfold helped me focus, but fucking was just not my thing. While the thought of infecting this kid turned my on, my dick was screaming “Don’t make me, I’m a bottom!”. I heard the door shut, then Dr Mike wrapped his arms around me, his dick pressed against my back, as he whispered in my ear, so intimately, guiding me, instructing me, to feel it, feel Christopher, feel him resist, relish in that, relish in how his hole reacts and now feel him want it, feel his hunger and need begin. Christopher may be wanting it, but my dick still wasn’t. Wait, what was that noise? Was someone else there. I went to lift the blindfold and turn to look, but Dr Mike stopped me. Dr Mike said, “Bend over, take your fingers out, lick his ass, slick it up with your spit, taste his blood, the tang of his hole, now lick it again, let me guide you – I know what makes you hard,” and with that Dr Mike slammed his dick into my cum filled ass. I gasped, and the spit flowed from my mouth to the kid’s hole as Dr Mike fucked me. My dick was instantly hard, so I pushed back and up, edged forward, and I put my dick in the kid’s hole – the warm blood tingling and enveloping my skin, mingling with my spit to provide the lube I needed to use him for Dr Mike. My dick is not all that big, but when I popped through his ass, Christopher shook, trembled, bucked, and tensed. It did not matter. I could not stop if I wanted to as Dr Mike was fucking me, pushing me forward into the kid’s ass. “Fuck him, yes, take his ass, make him yours, I will fuck you like this every time if you need me to,” Dr Mike said, “Do you want that? Do you want my infected dick in you? Your hole is so tight right now, I can feel every muscle flex as you fuck him – damn!” “Yes Dr Mike, Oh FUCK YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM, I’m going to cum in him, you want me to infect him DR? YOU WANT ME TO GIVE HIM MY AIDS?” I cried out as I began to shoot and my ass clamped down on Dr Mike’s dick. Dr Mike bellowed as he shot his second load of the day into me and by now I could tell when he cummed as his dick head swelled like a dog’s knot in my ass, securing itself deep as his entire shaft throbbed, and pulsated jet after jet of his toxic cum into my guts. “No – don’t pull out – work it around – give it time to embed in his cells,” Dr Mike said as he continued to work his dick around my hole. “This one will be pure, Christopher’s HIV lineage traced only to you. I will tell him he must only fuck here, where it is safe and I can protect him, no risk, and to serve me. I will also tell him I will test him to ensure he has been with no one else, otherwise I will not risk my other patients. You will continue to fuck him – and others - until it takes. As virulent as your blood and virus is I fully expect this will be enough. Then you will show him how to serve me in other ways.” What did that mean? Was Dr Mike replacing me? I paused my fucking, Dr Mike got firm again and said, “You are being prepared for bigger and better things and I need others to carry on the work you have started, now, pull out of his ass, but stay where you are. I am going to uncuff Christopher and take him to my office. You stay here until I return.” I pulled out, my dick felt wet, and I had to admit I had not cummed so hard in forever and it did feel great having Dr Mike inside me when I shot. Totally intense. I heard Dr Mike unbuckle Christopher, felt him bump up against me as he helped the kid out of the room and the door close. I took a deep breath, let it out, and lifted my hand to take the blindfold off, when my left arm was suddenly grabbed, and a gloved hand clamped around my right wrist stopping me just before I reached the blindfold. “Oh sweet little boy, did we scare you?” Charles said as he laughed. Where the fuck did he and I assumed it was Roger then holding my left arm - come from? I knew I heard someone. “You should be scared. You have been slinging that sweet white ass all over town and have not been paying enough attention to this here 11-inch dick of mine,” Charles continued. “Has he son?” “No Sir Master,” Roger chimed in, who then spit on my face and slapped me hard. Roger continued, “Damn wanted to fuck that one that Dr Mike just took, but he says we can’t. Says we can fuck you though, ain’t that right Sir.” Charles growled, turned me around, pushed me hard onto my back on the bench, lifted my legs, “Time for your next lesson boy, and we ain’t raped a hole in a while and Dr Mike said we don’t have to hold back at all,” he said as his gloved hands clamped around my throat and his gonorrhea encrusted Prince Albert piercing through the head of his dick tore the way open for his horse dick up my ass, while Roger stood over my face and started to piss into my partially open mouth. Back in the present, Butch the tattoo artist just finished the new additions to my tattoo. The colors seemed brighter, the whole design seemed like it had more depth to it now, which he said came from using layers of white under the colors, or something. Plus, there was the additions of several plus signs (+ + + +) inside the ring/circle that formed the center of the biohazard design. Like a marksman who knotches his gun barrel with his confirmed kills, these were mine. As Butch finished cleaning me up, I thought about the weeks since I SIRED Christopher and Charles and Roger raped me again. Dr Mike was not joking when he said my treatment regiment would become more intense and everytime I asked him why Chicago was so important all he would say was, “Because I say so.” Damn I hated that. But I was taking raw dick and cum several few times a day when I was working in his office. Dr Mike was having me get fucked by every full-blown AIDs patient he could, as well as any dick full of other STDs. He also had me SIRE a couple people every week in his office, with pretty much the same routine. I would stick my dick in their ass, while Dr Mike fucked me, and then once he left, Charles and Roger were often there to rape me, each time more brutal than the last, marking me with their bruises. Sometimes Hank, Carl, or one of the others would be there instead. The strangest part of my new contract though was Dr Mike had me learning how to handle accounting books, was having me trained in all of the latest computer technologies (and the trainer had a nice dick too, which was great), I took classes on some cooking techniques, I had a personal trainer who came to the house to get me in tip top shape, I met with a clothes stylist at Neiman Marcus, an etiquette coach, and more. One minute I felt like a damned show pony, the next a bitch at a puppy mill being fucked to churn out a new litter. What the hell was Dr Mike up to? Well, will have to think about that later. Butch wants his payment and has decided I need a load in both ends from him and his boy out front. Stay tuned for Chapter 2 of Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles: The Breeding Pack

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Hi - I just posted the final parts to the [h=2]Joseph – Dr Mike’s Patient I Stealth Pozzed and Earned my BIOHZARD Status and Tat - story arc.[/h] **The following parts conclude the Joseph story – enjoy** Time for Phase 3 – Make Joseph Need a Bareback Hole: Time for Phase 4 – The Wife Finds Out, Teaching Joseph to be a Cheater Time for Phase 5 – Turning Joseph into a Stealth Pozzer and the Break Up EPILOGUE

**The following parts conclude the Joseph story – enjoy** Time for Phase 3 – Make Joseph Need a Bareback Hole: Time for Phase 4 – The Wife Finds Out, Teaching Joseph to be a Cheater Time for Phase 5 – Turning Joseph into a Stealth Pozzer and the Break Up EPILOGUE Time for Phase 3 – Make Joseph Need a Bareback Hole: Joseph’s email was promising, saying he would do anything if I let him come by and that was promising, so I replied I would meet him at 12:30 at my place, but did not have much time. I also knew that guilt held power and decided to let him feel some shame when I told him, “And man, we can’t do what happened last night, OK? I told you there is minimal risk if you fuck me bareback of me getting your HIV, but you can’t cum in me.” Joseph took a while to respond and typed, “I am SO SORRY, I promise, I won’t do that again, I’ll make sure you know when I am close.” “If I let you fuck me raw again,” I replied and signed off. Let him stew on that for a while. When I got to my building Joseph was outside in his company car, looked around nervously as he got out and followed me in, and started kissing me in the elevator as soon as the doors closed. As soon as we got in the apartment he was trying to pull my suit pants down and I had to tell him to ease up. This time when we went to the bedroom Joseph had no hesitation about sticking his raw dick in my ass, - SUCCESSS!!! Dr Mike should be fucking proud of me!!! Joseph fucked fast and furious and this time I let him pull out, shoot on my back, and let him think he had been a good boy. Joseph now started calling me really early in the morning almost every day so he could stop by on his way to the office or come through during his lunch hour. He never mentioned putting on a condom again, and now started saying how much he loved fucking my ass, feeling my hot, raw hole around his dick every time we fucked. After about the fourth or fifth time of Joseph fucking me raw and pulling out and shooting on my back, he was over for an early morning fuck and seemed especially horny. “Katie tried to get me to fuck her last night,” Joseph said as he was laying on top of me with his dick up my ass, slowly grinding his raw dick around in my hole. “She sucked me for a while, got me really hard, then when I went to put on the condom to fuck her I got totally soft. All I could think about was your ass and how good it feels when I fuck you. I just couldn’t do it, she then tried sucking me off and that didn’t work either, so too afraid of…..well you know.” “It’s OK man, you know you can fuck me, I want to take it for you, fuck me like you want to fuck Katie, you dick feels SOOOO GOOD inside me, oh please don’t stop,” I said. “Oh yeah, I need your ass, I need you, will you let me keep fucking you?” Joseph asked, “Can I fuck you? I need to cum so bad.” Joseph started fucking harder, breathing hard as my ear as he tried spreading my cheeks with his hands to get deeper up my hole. He started saying, “Oh yeah, got such a big load, I need to shoot, so much cum, damn….damn…I love fucking you like this, just love fucking you.” I could tell Joseph was getting close and put my hands back to gently push him off me and said, “Ok man, now when you close just remember to pull out, OK?” Joseph did not respond, just fucked harder and faster, and pushed at him a little more and said, “Come man, pull out – don’t cum in me!” Raising my voice a little to make him think I did not want it. This seemed to excite him as he used his hands, brought my wrists around and up by my head and started fucking faster and breathing hard. I struggled a little for affect, “No man, please, don’t cum in me again, PLEASE DON’T” GIVE ME YOUR AIDS!” That pushed Joseph over the edge as he said, “OH GOD…YES…FUCK…CUMMING IN YOU, CUMMING…AAAHHHH – AH AH!” Joseph did not pull right off this time like the first time, and worked his poz cum around and into my hole while still holding me down. He then rolled off, I rolled onto my side and looked at him and he was just smiling, “I’m really sorry,” Joseph said, “I just – fuck I LOVE fucking you and I needed to cum so bad, and pulling out just leaves me backed up, can’t cum like I want like that, I’m sorry – Ok – just go wash out or do what you did before. You said that worked right?” I tried not to smile, and gave him a disgusted, glowering look. I rolled over, got up and started to walk to the bathroom when Joseph said, “Wait, come here.” So I walked back and he was now sitting on the edge of the bed. He turned me around, had me bend forward, spread my cheeks, “FUCK! I can see my cum coming out of your ass – DAMN – your pink hole so wet – hmmmm…..” and with that Joseph started lapping at my hole, licking at the cum he just gave me, and darted his tongue inside my ass. Joseph licked at me like a man who just found water in the desert, noising grunting, sloppy tongue, muffled by my ass around his face. “Bend over the bed,” Joseph said as he stood up, turned me around, and when I bent over stuck his dick back up my ass. “FUCK YOUR HOLE IS WET – I need to cum again – will you take it for me please? Huh? Will you please let me cum???” The desire and need in his voice was what I had to hear, and knew he was now addicted to fucking hole raw, and cumming in it like the breeder top that he was. “Yeah man, I’ll take your cum, please breed me with your cum, please cum in me again,” I said. Joseph loved that and fucked deep and hard and gave me another load. He licked this one out too, then kissed me, swirling his cum covered tongue around my mouth and this time his load seemed thick, creamy, and I enjoyed the pungent taste. The look of joy on Joseph’s face when he pulled away from kissing me was amazing. He was free. Free to fuck how he wanted, free to cum in raw, and free to spread his AIDs filled DNA – although he had not made that connection yet. I went to the bathroom, pretended to clean out, came out and saw Joseph off. At the door he hugged me, kissed me again and said, “Thank you. Thank you for letting me cum inside you. I loved that so much, can I come back later?” When I got home from work I had two email messages from Joseph saying how sorry he was for what he did and a voicemail asking if he could come through on his way home. I also had a voicemail from Dr Mike. I called his private office number and Dr. Mike picked up on the second ring, “This is Dr Mike, yes, I expected you to call a little earlier as I had a specially arranged treatment for you with someone from out of town, but that must now unfortunately wait.” I started to apologize when Dr, Mike cut me off. “No, I did not ask for you to speak,” Dr Mike said, “Just listen. I was quite unhappy about that, but then I received an urgent phone call from Joseph late this morning who demanded I speak with him right away. So I stepped out of the exam room and took his call. He is concerned about you, more like frantic at the time. He told me what happened, everything, about you letting him come over that first night, what you told him, how you let him come back, and he fucked your raw but never came in you again until this morning. Joseph is, shall we say, feeling guilt and conflicted. I could hear the desire and need in his voice when he discussed fucking you raw, but he feels guilty as well knowing he has HIV and asked me to check on you as he is afraid you are angry for what he did, that he hurt you, and wanted me to make sure you are OK.” Wow, I was not sure what to think now and just kept listening as Dr Mike went on. “ You have no idea how pleased I am and how proud of you I am,” he said. “You have followed my orders exactly and you will continue to do so. You know what else is expected of you with Joseph and he will now do anything that you wish. Do you know why?” I said nothing, waiting, “You may speak now,” Dr Mike said. “Umm no Sir, no Dr Mike, I don’t know, maybe because he likes it?” Dr Mike laughed and said, “No, no, Joseph will do anything you want now because the man loves you. Not in the same way he may love his wife, but he does, I could hear it in his voice, he is in love with you. Use that as you must and finish this task and remember that you are MINE. I have other treatments I need you to be prepared for and he is taking up valuable time. Now, I have updated your chart. Call Joseph as soon as we are done and have him come over, but just to fuck and cum and have him out of your apartment by 8:00 p.m.. I told you I was proud of and will be there at 8:05 sharp to show you how well you have pleased me.” Dr Mike hung up the phone and I just stood there a minute and tried to process what he just told me. I knew what Dr Mike expected of me and so began to plan my next steps with Joseph. In the meantime, I needed t get him back here and get some more of his cum as Dr Mike was coming, and my ass would be ready for any abuse he would give me as I needed to feel Dr Mike inside me and was so happy I had pleased him. I knew tonight I would go to bed with my ass throbbing and Dr Mike’s AIDs filled cum coating my guts. Time for Phase 4 – The Wife Finds Out, Teaching Joseph to be a Cheater Joseph and I worked out a regular routine. He came by my apartment early on his way to the office almost every morning. As soon as he walked in the door he started kissing me and stripping and the second I was on the bed his raw dick was in my ass. He said he told Katie he had a big project at work that included one of the firm’s offices in London, which was why he was going in early because of the time difference and all. Fucking me missionary style was Joseph’s position, he did not like anything else, which was OK. He would whisper in my ear while fucking me how much he loved being in my ass, my ass felt so good, he needed my hole, how he wanted to cum in me so me bad and asking if I liked his dick. I started being more verbal, and pushing his feelings for me by saying, “I love you inside me, I need you to fuck me, make me yours, let me be yours, please give me your cum, I need your cum, I told you you would be loved again.” Joseph moaned and groaned every time I said that stuff, and the more we fucked I even started saying, “Give me your AIDs, make me yours, breed me with your cum so you will be with me always!” That always really turned him on and usually made him shoot pretty quick. I knew then he was committed to pozzing as he was giving me load after load of his infected cum and never apologized again for it. This had been going on for about three weeks I guess and when I logged onto AOL there were several frantic emails from Joseph, but from a different screen name. “PLEASE call me at the office, Katie found my emails to you, we had a big fight, please call!” “Katie is so mad, she accused me of having an affair, I need to talk, please call me.” “She says she wants a divorce, threatening to take the kids, tell everyone, where are you?” “I can’t take this – oh God, I need to see you.” Shit. That’s not good. I called Joseph, he was a wreck, told me the whole long story. Basically Katie had become suspicious since they stopped having sex. Then when Joseph started working weird hours she called the office a few times and he was not there, so she knew something was up. Katie started digging around their house, found his AOL password, logged in, and found some of the emails Joseph had sent to me. Now, the only emails Joseph had saved, and the ones she found were pretty bland compared to the IMs and nasty chats we had, but they were enough for her to realize the truth, that Joseph was spending time with someone else and it was a guy. I had no idea how to handle this type of thing, suggested he call Dr Mike, and if he wanted to come over would let him fuck me as I knew that made him feel better. Joseph laughed and said, “Oh, you know I love being inside you, but I have to try to fix this. I can’t lose Katie and the boys, or my job.” I did not hear from Joseph for a few days, but then I get an IM on AOL. I asked how he is doing and he said fine, that he an Katie had been talking, she knew everything, he had told her that he had realized he was bisexual and that he had met me online and I had been become his friend and had been encouraging him to open up to his wife and tell her the truth and had been helping him deal with his feelings. He said Katie had been pretty understanding once he explained all that, said she always suspected something like that, that she loved him, and if this was what he needed, she did not like it, but would stay with him as long as he was honest. Joseph also said he assured her that he had never had unprotected sex or any sex at all with a guy, even me - yet. Katie wanted to talk to me and meet me, would I be willing to come to their house for dinner Saturday night? Fuck that! This was too weird even for me, but I remembered Dr Mike’s instructions and said OK, and so I was ready at 5:00 p.m. when Joseph came to pick me up. I opened the door and invited Joseph in, but he said we should get going, but I told him I needed a minute, stepped back in, closed the door, dropped my shorts and bent over, wiggling my ass in front of him. “Please fuck me,” I said, “I want you so bad, have missed you so much, please give me your cum, please.” “What about Katie? I told her I wouldn’t do this, especially without a condom,” Joseph said, while rubbing the instant hard on in his pants. “She won’t know, I promise,” I said, and bent over in the living room, took a quick nutt from Joseph and rode with him to his house to meet his wife, while his cum worked its way around inside me. Well as you can imagine the evening was beyond weird. Katie was nice looking, typical suburban housewife, and pleasant considering I was the other ‘woman’. I expected some nasty talk, anger, or something, but she tried to be very pleasant, asked about me, my life, my work, and said several times how nice it was that, “..Joseph found a friend like you to help him through this…” Little did she know part of that help was milking his AIDs dick and his charged load was leaking out of my hole as I sat at her dining room table eating lasagna. The only time things got serious was when I was helping her clean up while Joseph went to let out the dogs and she said in a whisper, “You do play safe don’t you? “ I just shook my head yes, Katie continued cleaning up and we went back to chatting about nothing. The three of us then went and sat in the TV room and started to watch a movie, when a car pulled up. Joseph said, “That’s Katie’s parents bringing the boys home,” as Katie got up and went out to meet them and we heard the security alarm beep from the front door opening and closing. As soon as I heard the beep I unbuttoned my shorts and looked at Joseph and said, “Fuck me.” He looked shocked, confused, he looked toward the front of the house, back at my ass, unzipped his pants and his hard dick was in my hole in a flash. “I need you Joseph, I need your cum again, please make me like you, please, please poz me, please give it to me, please let me love you!” I said. Joseph was moaning and in heat like a Rottweiler on a bitch he cornered in the yard. He lasted maybe all of 60 seconds before he shot a thick load into my ass and I quickly turned around, knelt down, licked his dick clean, pulled my shorts up and sat back on the couch. Poor Joseph looked a little stunned, buttoned his pants, and we sat there for a couple more minutes before we heard the car start to drive away, the front door alarm beep, and then the voices of his two boys and Katie. She came in with the boys, introduced us, asked what she had missed and I said, “The movie has been pretty slow, you didn’t miss a thing.” We exchanged a pleasant good bye and nice to meet you and Joseph then drove me home. I assumed he would just drop me off, but he said no, he told Katie he may stay for a while to just tallk, so he came up, I offered him a drink, we sat on the couch, and Joseph held me as we watched a little TV. Joseph let out a few deep breaths and said, “Thank you,” as he kissed me. “I know tonight must not have been comfortable for you, but this was the only way Katie would stay with me. She said she needed to meet you, to make sure I was not putting her or the boys in danger somehow. She said she did not understand why I needed to be with you/someone else and I guess I don’t really either. I just know I need to be with you,” and he kissed me some more. “I’m not really sorry you know,” Joseph said. “About what?” I asked. “About cumming in you. I need you to stay with me and I cannot tell you how good you make me feel when we are together and when I cum, I have never felt anything like that, not even with Katie. I promised Katie we would just chat for a bit, but she will never know will she?” I smiled, kissed Joseph, and said, “If you want me to stay with you, you need to give me some more of that cum to make me yours.” Joseph grinned wide, stood up, undressed, and fucked me on the floor of the hallway and gave me another big load. Time for Phase 5 – Turning Joseph into a Stealth Pozzer and the Break Up Joseph and I saw each other almost every morning again to chat and workout. That’s what Katie thought, but we spent almost every minute with Joseph’s dick in my ass. The next morning we fucked after the visit to his house I did not go to the bathroom to ‘clean out’ the infected cum. Joseph did not say anything until about the fourth time I didn’t do that when he said, “You know I like cumming in you and all, but I thought you needed to clean out after. You know to be safe, I don’t want to give you my AIDs and HIV.” “Don’t worry man,” I said, “I got tested by Dr Mike and he said I was ok. Anyways, knowing you are fucking me with AIDs cum is really hot and dangerous, and like I told you, I want you to make me yours any way that you want.” Joseph kissed me deep, rubbed my ass, “You do? You like that? Really?” he asked. “Oh yeah,” I said, “Lots of guys get into that, especially negative bottoms, the danger of it makes it so fucking exciting especially if you don’t know for sure about the top whether he is positive or not. And as a top, fuck, if they will let you fuck them without a condom just don’t say anything, just get off on knowing you get some raw ass and you get to give them something of you if the HIV takes.” I laughed, little did he know I was setting him for the final phase. Katie had Joseph invite me to go on a day trip with them, and while still weird, it was not as bad as the first night. She seemed more relaxed and told me Joseph was happier then she had every seen him, and thank you for being his friend. Once again I had his cum up my ass while she is saying this to me, but played my role. Katie even called me a couple times, once to tell me Joseph was not feeling well and would not make our morning workout, another to invite me to the barbeque festival in downtown Washington, DC. Joseph did not pick me up this time, and I met him, Katie, and their kids at the festival. It was a warm spring day, lots of beer and good food and every time Katie was out of ear shot Joseph told me how much he wanted to fuck me. As the day wore on, Joseph and Katie both got a little more buzzed and the talk turned to us as soon as Katie’s parents had met up with us and took the kids off for a bit. Katie said, “I just wanted to say again thank you for what you have done for Joseph. I love him, I really do, and I don’t understand all this, but, I am willing to try. So we have been talking and I told Joseph that it is OK with me if you two want to have sex. But, there are two conditions, you need to be safe of course, but I also want you to do it at the house, in our bed, with me there. I need to be with Joseph and if this is what it takes, I am willing.” I was stunned, am sure my mouth was open as I looked from Katie, to Joseph, and back. Joseph had not said a word and I was sort of pissed to have this sprung on me. I said I need some more beer and got up and went to the beer booth. Joseph caught up with me, “I am so sorry. I had no idea Katie was going to do that. Yes we had talked about, but only as a way to get her to quit asking me to fuck her. She makes me put on a condom every time and I hate that, I won’t do it, not anymore. Maybe with you there she will see it is OK for me to fuck her without one like I fuck you.” “Do you plan on telling her you have HIV,” I asked? “Hmm, I…no…I don’t think..” Joseph stammered. “That’s between you and her man, you can tell her or just fuck her raw and she will realize how much she likes it and then it won’t matter.” I said. “Let’s go back.” We found Katie, had several more beers, and Joseph was more and more handsy with me, which was pissing Katie off and making me feel uncomfortable. Joseph even said, “You know I love you don’t you,” to me once when Katie went to get beers. OK – time to wrap this drama up. As the afternoon wore on, Katie said they should go find her parents and head home. Joseph said he wanted to stay and hang with me, Katie glared at me, then left to find her parents. Joseph could only say he wanted to fuck me, so we started to walk towards my apartment. A few blocks north of the where the festival was happening was an adult bookstore with a video arcade in the back. At this point Joseph was up for anything so I told him it would be hot to fuck in there and let other guys watch him cum in me. He was hard and agreed, so we paid the cover, got some tokens and wandered into the back. There was a pretty good crowd, and this was not a place that the pretty boys went. Real mix here, with a lot of homeless guys, druggies, and others looking to make a quick buck for a fix. I was on a mission, found and empty room without a door, pulled Joseph in, undid his pants, sucked him hard and bent over. Joseph hesitated at first, but stuck his hard dick in my ass and fucked. We were soon joined by a middle-aged white guy with an average dick who got in front of me and I sucked him off while Joseph fucked me. Joseph seemed to like that and got really loud when he cummed in me, letting everyone know my ass was now lubed. Joseph pulled out, standing there with his slicked up dick, which was now being eyed by a little white twink boy from the doorway who had just walked up and missed the action, but saw a nice dick. I pulled my pants up, walked to the door and said, “Hey man, what’s up? My friend here is married, trying to get him to get a bit freaky, you interested?” The boy looked at me, at Joseph who was now stroking his dick and looking at us, and said, “I can’t man. He has a nice dick though, but I’m negative and only fuck safe.” I leaned in and said quietly, “No worries with him man, like I said, he is married, totally clean, always wears a condom even with his wife, and I had to get him totally drunk to come in here.” The twink boy looked at Joseph again, nodded, and I said, “Ok, one sec.” I went over to Joseph and said, “That boy over there really wants to get fucked, he is negative, but I told him you were married and always fucked safe. I really want to see you fuck someone – not bring them home – something here where we never see them again – would you do that for me?” There was a mixture of curiosity, desire, but also pain and hurt in Joseph’s eyes as he looked at me, the boy, then back at me. I leaned in and said, “But you don’t have to put one on, just say you are, fuck him like you fuck me, - I want to watch you give him your AIDs cum.” Joseph looked at me again, desire taking over through the haze of liquor, so I motioned for the boy to come in, told him to bend forward and suck my dick while my buddy fucked him. The twink pulled out a condom and a little packet of lube, handed it to Joseph, who ripped it open, dropped the wrapper in front of the boy, who now feeling sure of a safe fuck, started sucking my dick. He did not see Joseph throw the condom into the dark corner behind us. I started getting verbal to make sure there was some noise, as Joseph positioned himself. The boy went to reach around toward Joseph’s dick, but I took my hands, pinned his arms to his side, and skull fucked him. Joseph lubed his dick, pushed it in and the boy tried to pull away. I don’t know if it was because it was too big, or he felt it was raw, but I held him tight with my cock in his throat and hands holding his arms. Joseph was fucking him raw and put his hands on the boy’s shoulders to pull him back onto his thrusts, leaned forward as did I and we started to kiss. Joseph was moaning, kissing me hard, and I knew he was enjoying it. I pulled away a little and whispered, “Fuck him good now, like you want, I want to see you cum.” We had a small crowd of a couple guys now at the door watching us sandwich the twink and soon Joseph grunted, moaned, and tensed and I knew he was going to cum. Getting sucked is not my thing, but knowing Joseph was giving this negative boy his AIDs cum, made me unload, so the boy got two charged loads at the same time, one in each end. We both pulled out, the boy wiped his mouth and quickly left the room. Joseph and I pulled up our pants and he did not say a word. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked. Joseph nodded, and I said, “Don’t worry, lots of guys will say they are negative, but will not stop you if you try to fuck them raw. You are a breeding top. You need to give your DNA.” Joseph looked at me a little confused, but nodded and we started walking around some more. We were still really buzzed and I was not done yet, and about 10 minutes later I found what I needed. There was an older black guy, late 40s I would say, balding, not attractive, heavy build, and he was standing in a room watching a video flicker on the screen jacking a big, thick dick. He was easily 10 inches and the second time I passed, stopped and stared, he looked at me, did not react, and went back to watching his movie. Joseph said he wanted to go and I said, “No, one more thing to try, I want you to watch me get fucked, then you fuck me after, OK?” Joseph looked really hurt this time, but shook his head so I said, “Wait here a sec,” and stepped into the room with the black guy. “Hi, amazing dick man. Look, I’m here with a married buddy. He likes fucking me and just gave me a load, but wants to watch me get another load from a really big dick – you up for it?” The guy’s expression did not change, but his dick got stiffer, he said “Oh yeah, I enjoy a good cummy white ass.” I motioned Joseph into the room, pulled my pants down, started sucking the black guy who got rock hard pretty quickly, and motioned Joseph closer so I could stroke on his dick at the same time. I pulled off the black dick, sucked Joseph a few times, went back to the black guy who was now super hard. I stood up, bent over in front of Joseph and started sucking his dick. He put his hands on my head and was rubbing my head while I felt the black guy shift behind me, and his fingers dig into my ass, scraping at my gut walls. It seems lots of tops who want to breed do that – dig that ass good and get it tore up to receive the gift. I pushed my ass back onto his fingers, moaned, and felt that huge black dick stretch my hole open using Joseph’s cum to allow it to slide in. What resistance there was was soon overcome by the force of his dick, and he was soon balls deep and the sounds of his hips hitting my raw ass filled the little video booth. “NICE cummy ass – oohh that’s good, I love fucking a white hole like that – oh yeah – you want to see your boy take my cum man? You want to see him be my bitch? Be my white bitch? OH YEAH!!!” the black guy said as he cummed thick hot stream after stream of cum in me. He pulled out, slapped my ass, said, “Thanks for that,” and left the room. I stood up and asked Joseph, “Do you want to lick my ass?” He face got all contorted in disgust as I reached out, swabbed my finger up my hole, and brought it up to my mouth, licked it and said, “Hmmm, tastes good.” Joseph said, “No, that’s disgusting, you don’t know anything about him. You just let him cum in you like that. I don’t….. I thought you wanted to be with me, I was going…” “It’s OK man, chill,” I said, “We’re just having fun. Now fuck me, feel how good it feels with all that cum up there now.” I turned around, Joseph’s hard dick easily slid into my ass and I rode him hard, bouncing back on his cock and getting him close as he moaned and groaned louder and louder. When I knew he was close I pulled off, said, “I want to talk around some more,” and left the room, leaving Joseph behind. I quickly found one of the guys who had been watching earlier, and his dick was about the size of Joseph’s so dropped my pants, bent over, and let him fuck me. I soon had a dick at my mouth and started sucking and after a minute saw to the right that Joseph had found me and was standing in the door watching me get two dicks from total strangers. He looked pissed and walked away. The guy fucking me came, and the guy I was sucking then went to fuck me but pulled out a condom and I stopped him, “No man, raw only.” He paused, shrugged, then gave me his dick and after a while his load too. I was losing count, but the cum was running out my hole and the last guy had left a wad of tissue on the floor so I grabbed it, used the side that was dry to wipe myself off a little, and went to find Joseph. I found Joseph towards the front in a room and he was fucking a very feminine looking guy raw who was squealing and calling Joseph daddy. There was a another young guy buck ass naked with a pile of clothes at his feet rubbing Joseph’s nipples and kissing him on the shoulder. Joseph saw me, I smiled, he turned back and kept fucking. Good – the plan was working. Now for the finale, I wandered the halls, checked the rooms, and scoped out who had the biggest and nastiest dicks. I saw a couple black homeless guys that I had fucked with before at the main library when I was there with Carl. Carl was a homeless vet I met through Dr Mike as told in the story Carl – The Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library and Matt the War Hero. The two were in their mid-30s I guess, very rough and thuggish looking, were always together, never said much, but for a $10 bill would do anything, and I mean anything. They smelled like god-awful hell, but they each had HUGE DICKs, well over 10 inches and thick, and fucked to hurt. One of them also had an ongoing case of gonorrhea, so his dick was especially nasty. I gave them each $10 with a promise of at least two loads in my ass from each of them, another $10 for their bottle of new poppers, $10 for the big bottle of cheap ass beer they had in a bag, and told them I would give them $5 more for every dick they found to fuck me to – along with some very special instructions – and a generous tip at the end. The instructions were to make sure to find and tell Joseph once they got started and that they had a whore they were pimping out they were looking for only AIDs and STD filled dicks to breed him even though they had promised him they were negative and clean. We went into one of the larger booths at the back, the two guys plopped out their big dicks, I licked the first one clean, got him hard, and he then got behind me and slid right in. He fucked rough, so had to brace myself against the other guy as I licked the gonorrhea slime off his dick head. I stopped them, guzzled from the beer bottle I bought from them, opened the poppers and took a big hit. The guy with the gonorrhea dick then left and the one fucking me pushed me up against the wall, pressed his arm across my neck to hold me in place and slam fucked. I was moaning, saying “Oh fuck that hurts, don’t stop,” and more. Soon he pulled out, I turned around and some other dude was there. I backed up on the new dick while I sucked on the homeless guy who was just fucking me. The homeless guy started to get close, told the other guy to step off a sec, slammed into my ass and gave me his nutt, yanked out, the other guy stuck his dick back in, and the homeless guy put his dick back in my mouth. It was covered with a hot mix of cum from Joseph, the other black man, him, and more. Joseph would see what a true cum whore I was for Dr Mike. The guy fucking me shot his load, pulled out and left. The homeless guy with the gonorrhea dick came back, had two other guys with him, but first he took me to the side and whispered, “Yo man, found your boy. He was up in some drag queen shit, anyways, told him like you said, even plopped out Mr. Willie here to show him how you had cleaned my green juice off real good and we wanted to fill you with AIDs and shit. He did not look happy yo, no yo, no when he asked what this white guy looked like and I told him.” I smiled, said thanks, took several more big swallows of the beer, bent back over in the middle of the room and was immediately stuffed at both ends. I knew the guy in my ass was gonorrhea dick as he fucked rough and talked nasty, “Got us some fucked up pussy here, nice pussy, this pussy TIGHT YO! Gonna nutt up all in that pussy yo, big fuck nutt.” I had no idea who the guy was I was sucking and did not care. The dicks and cum kept coming and once, I thought I saw Joseph at the door, but there was someone standing in the way so was not sure. My two homeless pals were true to their word and gave me multiple loads each in my ass, and brought several guys through, most of whom came in my ass, a few down my throat. The last guy was the black guy who had fucked me first and this time my ass squished and made noise with every thrust. The buzz from the beer was wearing off, my legs hurt like hell, I had cum flowing out my ass, and decided it was time to find Joseph and head out. I borrowed a towel from the homeless guys bag, wiped off, got dressed and went looking for Joseph. I did not find him, so decided to leave and go home. As I stepped outside, it was now dusk and Joseph was nowhere to be seen. I stopped at the liquor store, got home, but did not shower as I had plans for later. I got online and as I expected, there was an IM almost immediately from Joseph. He said, “So – did you get enough?” He was clearly angry, and hurt, so I tried to make light of it and said, “I had a good time man. I did not realize how much fun getting fucked raw and taking cum could, thank you for teaching me that.” Joseph responded, “You were supposed to be just mine. Mine, no one elses. You should not have let them all fuck you?” “All who Joseph? Were you watching? You want to come over and eat all their cum out of my ass? I bet I got lots of AIDs cum today. How many holes did you fuck? I saw you fucking other guys and that was all you – your choice, I did not ask you to do that,” I typed back. There was a long pause, then Joseph’s last message was, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I guess I just thought that we….. Well never mind. It doesn’t matter. I need to go. Katie knows something is wrong and so I have to go.” Well, things seemed to have worked out I thought. I believe I accomplished everything Dr Mike wanted, I got Joseph to fuck me raw, got him to fuck other guys raw and stealth them, and Joseph was now a poz breeder. Would he fuck Katie? I don’t know, I sort of hoped not, but I could not get attached and Joseph wanted far more than my biohazard ass. The evening was not going to be a total bust though as I had arranged for the two homeless guys who pimped me out in the video booth to come over for the night for $50 each. I promised them all the ass they could take, a hot shower, I would wash their clothes while they were here, food, a place to smoke and party that was safe and dry, and an offer to feel free to pimp me out some more and I would make it worth everyone’s while – basically I was their bitch. They said they knew two younger boys who hung out at Franklin Square Park, one just got out of jail, both had at least 11 inches and they had all gangbanged some white bitches together at a crack house before so they knew these guys were down for anything rough, freaky, and nasty. With any luck, I would have a lot for Dr Mike to add to his file, so time to get ready. EPILOGUE I never saw Joseph again. I did get a couple emails from Katie asking what had happened, that Joseph would not talk to her about it, but she knew we had a fight or something. I just told her she had to talk to him. Dr Mike was VERY pleased with me when I reported in and ordered me home from work early so he could show me how much I pleased him. Several weeks later Dr Mike mentioned Joseph, said he had seen him a few times as Joseph was now a regular at a bookstore in Maryland and one of the asses he bred and seeded, gave him something in return. He said Joseph asked about me, wondered if he should get in touch, and that Dr Mike had said he would pass the message along, but probably not, as I had tested HIV+ and that I had been infected with the same strain Joseph had. He did not say Joseph infected me, but Joseph assumed that, said he was so sorry, and Dr Mike said he assured him I was being treated appropriately and was doing very well with my regimen. Now, for the rest of my evening, the homeless guys came through. I got used, filled with black dick, cum, pimped out, and more, as I was their white cum whore and bitch, and that is a story for another time.

Ass still dripping as I type - hot little Latin boy with 8 inches came through, fucked me good while spitting on me, biting, spanking - nasty boy! He shot a hot nutt, stuck his finger in my ass, worked it around and had me lick it off when I said I wanted to taste his cum. He then flipped me on my back and said "You want to come?" - how sweet! He fucked me on my back, when I got close told him I wanted to cum in his mouth, he opened wide, clamped down on me and I shot , he then leaned over me, planted his mouth on mine and fed me my load. I was NOT expecting that and lost half of it running out of my mouth and down my face as I could not keep up with the feeding - damn I had shot a big load (sort of impressed myself). I laughed, told him sorry I had not expected that and he laughed and said, "You should be ready for anything." Damn - cannot wait for next time.

Hi - for the 12,000+ of you who have enjoyed reading the Dr. Mike - Biohazard or Healer - series of stories (and the thousands more who have read the related stories about Carl, Charles, Lionel, and others) - just a teaser that the finale of the series is coming soon in the Dr Mike - the Sire Chronicles - series. Lots more use and abuse by Dr. Mike and his cohorts in their quest to make the perfect biohazard ass. Thank you to everyone who has read the stories and hope you enjoy them.

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straight fuck bud just gave me two loads - left and 10 minutes was back saying he had walked two blocks, still horny, needed more ass - spit fucked me and gave me two more loads - He was very verbal, saying he was pimping out my white pussy, with the first load of the second round, I told him yeah - make me your crack whore in an alley - that got him really hard and he shot. For load 4 - he said he was smoking crack and pimping me to his crack head buds - I got verbal back, told him to give m all their AIDs, goono, syph filled dicks - he moaned, loved that, shot huge nutt - first time ever mentioned HIV/AIDs with him - always non-discussion - so here's hoping for truly freaky and fucked up hook ups

The Soldiers –supporting our troops the Dr Mike Way (this story is part of the larger series of stories I have posted that started with - "DR Mike - Biohazard or Healer") It was a hot and muggy Thursday morning in Washington, DC and work at the office had been intense and beyond busy. I was so ready for the weekend, and having to walk to work on the hottest day of the year so far was the last thing I wanted to do. I had set the alarm for 4:00 a.m. and figured I would beat the sun and get to the office before it got too hot. I left the apartment at 5:00, it was only 75 degrees, so saw a few joggers, bicyclists, and some commuters, but otherwise the streets were pretty quiet. There were a couple guys cruising around the blocks looking for the last of the night’s prostitutes. I had not gotten fucked the night before, knew Dr. Mike would not be pleased, but I struck out and was also horny as fuck! I even tried to cruise a couple of the guys circling the blocks in case one of them was feeling really freaky and wanted my biohazard ass. Nothing. Twice a week I go a different way to work and stop by this little deli to pick up lottery tickets and knew they would be open and prepping for the breakfast crowd. I crossed the street, walked east around the traffic circle, and as I came around the corner of the hotel that faces the circle, saw a soldier leaning against the wall in front of the restaurant that faces 14th Street – the designated smoking area in front of the hotel. The soldier had on black boots, camo pants and jacket, and a maroon beret. He was taller than me, and had a good 30 pounds on me – all clearly muscle. The soldier was a few years younger than me with a hard jaw line and intense eyes that latched onto me the minute I saw him. As I closed the 10 feet between us, he put the cigarette between his lips with a huge right hand, took a long drag and finished it off, stood up straight, put it out on the sidewalk with his boot, and as I got near him he nodded his head and, “Hi, how are you this morning Sir?” Sir? Fuck I was not that old, but I stopped, held out my hand and said, “Great man, fucking tired and hating this heat. My shirt is wet already and sweat is running down my ass and I have only walked a few blocks.” The soldier laughed, shook my hand and said, “I hear you Sir, but this ain’t nothing to some of the places I have been recently and this shit humidity makes your balls stick together and wedge where they don’t belong.” The soldiers grip tightened on my hand and lingered a bit longer then was normal. No, couldn’t be. I must be dizzy from the humidity. He let go, reached into his front pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I declined, so he lit up, and leaned back against the wall, taking long drags and looking at me. I decided what the hell, I knew all about don’t ask don’t tell, and the risk was exciting. I looked at the soldier’s uniform and it said BAKER in black letters. “Baker,” I said, “Are you in town visiting?” Stupid question I know. “Yes Sir,” the soldier said, “Here for a training course. I’m airborne forces for the army, but as a Captain I need some other skills too, so am here for a couple days with some others from my squad.” “You’re up awful early,” I said as I looked at his crotch and tried to get some idea of what the Captain was carrying. He saw my gaze, smiled through the cigarette in his lips, reached down with his left hand and did a slow stroke, shift of his dick that was hanging down his right pant leg. “Yes Sir,” Captain Baker said, “I could not sleep so decided I should get up and smoke a few and get the day started. Class today does not start until 14:00, so have to find a way to occupy my time.” Captain Blake said the last part with a sneer and a wicked look in his eyes. Here was a man looking for trouble and I was going to give it to him. “Man, the coffee I had before I headed out is starting to hit me. Do they have a bathroom in the hotel lobby?” I asked. Captain Baker nodded, smiled wide, “They do Sir. I am happy to show you,” as he started to lean down to put out his cigarette. “No man, finish that off,” I said, “You have to take everything you can that gives you a little joy and fun.” I hope he understood my hidden meaning. He just nodded, took several long, big drags, blew the smoke my way, and smiled. He finished up, stomped it out with his boot, and I followed him into the hotel. There was a clerk at the front desk off the left who was busy trying to explain to a woman the charges on her bill. The Captain and I walked down the hall to the right, past the elevators and past the sign that said Ballrooms, and around another corner until we saw the Men’s and Women’s signs and one for handicapped. Captain Baker stepped through the door marked with the handicapped sign, held it open for me, and I walked in, turned the light on and went to the toilet. I heard a CLICK, turned, and saw the Captain had turned a lock on the door. He then leaned against the wall by the sink and watched me. I set my backpack down on the floor, undid my belt, dropped my pants to the floor, and aimed. Nothing. Not a drop. My dick started to grow even though I was not jacking it, and now felt like my kidneys would burst as the feeling of having to piss was so intense. I started to blush as I was embarrassed and my whole plan to play it cool to get some cum and maybe do some stealth pozzing was going awry. I shook my head, Captain Baker snickered and said in a low voice, “Seems you have a problem. And so do I.” I looked over as the Captain undid his camo pants, dropped his shorts, and this gorgeous, fat, uncut dick fell out into his hands. He was pretty hard and his dick was almost bouncing up and down as the blood rushed to fill him up. I watched as Captain Baker bent down, pulled his pants partway back up, scrunching his dick up towards his stomach, and shuffled over to me. I did not know which way Captain Blake went – top or bottom – I did not care, I was determined to get that dick. As he was shuffling towards me, I bent forward, reached back and with my left hand pulled my left cheek to the side while with my right, drove my fingers in my ass and started digging at my guts. I wanted to be raw and bloody so the Captain could infect me with anything he might have or if I was lucky, I would get to add him to those I had infected on behalf of Dr. Mike. That must have done the trick as he let out a low moan like a Pit Bull that just got tossed a raw steak. Captain Baker got up behind me, roughly pushed my hands away. “Tell me what you need Sir?” Captain Baker said, still in a low voice. “What are my orders Sir?” Fuck – a – I was a bottom in charge! The Captain had dropped his pants and his dick was resting against my right hip. He was a good 10 inches and I reached back with my right hand, stroked it a few times and moaned a little and started gyrating my hips out of raw hunger. Captain Baker put his left hand on my hip, stopped me from moving and said again, “Your orders SIR!” As he said that, he shoved two fingers of his right hand into my hole using the sweat and whatever ass juice/blood might be there to ease his way. I moaned louder and Captain Baker covered my mouth with his left hand as the fingers on his right jammed in and out of my ass and then starting trying to stretch my hole and dig around. His fingernails found my gut walls and he dug in. I moaned loudly into his hand and pushed my ass back to let him know I wanted more of that. Captain Baker paused. He slowly withdrew his two fingers and I was suddenly afraid I had gone too far. He removed his hand from my mouth, leaned to my left ear and said, “Sir, we have to be quiet. You understand? I WILL make sure that you are Sir, you understand?” I just shook my head and kept looking forward. “Now Sir, I had asked you for my orders but believe you are not yet fit to command. You will do as I say now Sir. I have not fucked anyone since I left home, so I need you to take it like I want Sir. I will not stop once I start Sir.” He paused, I heard some rustling and thought fuck, he was grabbing a condom. “Sir, now here, open your mouth.” I turned my head slightly to the left and opened my mouth. As I did Captain Baker stuffed a bandana into my mouth, then with a couple fingers made sure the entire thing was in my mouth. My jaws were open and mouth full of his bandana to ensure I would stay quiet. The Captain then put his left hand on the back of my shoulder and pushed me forward. I bent forward, placed my hands on the toilet and arched my back so my ass was up and out. My dress shirt was scrunched up just above my ass, but Captain Baker pushed it a little higher, assumed he was looking at my biohazard tat, but did not say a word so knew he did not know what it was. Captain Baker moaned again, parted my cheeks, and this time four big fingers on his right hand drove themselves into my hole. I whimpered and moaned as Captain Baker found the spot he was digging at before in my guts and started digging again. He knew he was on target when I jumped and whimpered. This time he bent over, wrapped his left arm around my hips, pulled me back towards him as his right hand tore at my ass. He stood up, reached around and wiped his fingers that just came out of my ass across my face and under my nose leaving a trail of ass snot across my cheek and upper lip. I braced myself as Captain Baker placed his left hand on my hips again, and I could feel him guiding his dick towards my hole. The Captain’s hips pushed forward, trying to work his dick into my ass and once he realized he was lined up he paused, grabbed my hips with both hands hard, and SLAM FUCKED ME RAW! I moaned into the bandana stuck into my mouth and used all my strength to brace myself on the toilet. Captain Baker grabbed me hard and continued to push his dick dry into my ass. I could feel him tearing my hole. Even though I had been fucked a lot lately as part of Dr. Mike’s treatment program, being fucked rough and pretty dry by a big dick still did its damage and it was clear Captain Baker’s mission was to seek and destroy my asshole – RAW! The Captain’s dick served him well and forced my hole open. Every stroke hurt, but I wanted his dick so bad and was willing to do anything for it. The Captain suddenly pulled all the way out, and shoved four fingers back in there, forcing them deeper up my ass. He pulled them out and replaced with his dick as he drove it balls deep in one stroke. I tried to gasp, but had to breathe through my nose and sort of choked. Captain Baker was moaning now as he fucked – every stroke blasting my hole with big, fat, raw dick. He began pulling almost all the way out and slamming in, pulling out slamming in, faster and faster – and then stopped. My ass was on fire and I could feel his dick start throbbing, twitching, pulsing as he moaned. He stayed still for a good 10 seconds and I figured he had shot his load, but no, he started working my hole again. Now he was doing more controlled strokes, some short just in and out the hole, some balls deep, but the pace was steady and hard. I had no concept of time and the thought of getting caught did not even cross my mind, I just wanted my hole used by this soldier. Captain Baker’s fingers now dug into my sides, his nails cutting into my skin, and I could feel small trickles of blood begin to flow as his nails dug deeper and his fingers clenched into the flesh. I tried to gasp again and couldn’t. The Captain’s grip was squeezing me hard as his dick tore up my ass. I was having a hard time keeping my balance as his rhythm picked up and I then realized how loud the sound of his hips smacking into my ass was, but again I did not care. I started to moan and whimper as his dick was so deep he was making the feeling of having to piss so intense and I realized that with every thrust of his dick into my ass, a little bit of piss was dribbling out of my dick onto my shorts and dress pants. Captain Baker was breathing hard and dug deeper and deeper into my sides with his fingers and nails, I could barely breath as his moans got louder and louder and his spit was flying as he said, “OH SIR, OH SIR, FUCK – YES – YES – FUCK SIIRRRRR!!!” The Captain unloaded his fire of stream after stream of hot cum into my shredded ass. I could feel it hitting its target and the additional wetness lubed my ass up and allowed him to get even deeper as he continued to fuck me and his dick bucked and unloaded. The Captain slowly began to ease up his pace and his dick barely softened. I was moaning almost non-stop from the ecstasy and the need of having to piss. His breathing was almost back to normal as he continued to move his hips and work his cum into my ass. I tried to push myself to a standing position, but he pushed me back forward and kept pumping. A few minutes later he stopped. His dick was still inside me as Captain Baker allowed me to stand up straight. He stopped me from removing the bandana by covering my mouth with his left hand and said, “I needed to make sure it took Sir.” I didn’t know what he meant, as the Captain put his right arm around my chest and pulled me back into him and continued, “You see Sir, on my last deployment there was this hot little girl who used to come to base. She did laundry and stuff for my squad, but was also our whore. Well, let’s just say we had a lot of fun with her, but she sent several of us home with a surprise.” “I got AIDs,” Captain Baker said softly as his left hand tightened over my mouth and his right arm held me even tighter. I was breathing fast with excitement, but he must have thought it was fear and even if I wanted to scream or run, I could go nowhere’s as I was impaled on his dick. “I know Sir, I know. Now Sir you will have me with you always as I am not on any meds – can’t at base – so my cum is like a SCUD missile,” Captain Baker said. “I made sure to tear your ass up good before I started, remember?” I started breathing even faster and my dick was so hard with a mixture of piss and cum leaking out. Captain Baker eased his hold with his right arm and pumped his still hard dick a few times and said, “I coated your guts with my AIDs cum up one side and down the other. My best friend from boot camp is the base doc, so for now, the army does not know. I’ll be out soon - in about a year, and have been looking for a good piece of ass to come home to, now I got you Sir.” My eyes got really wide and I thought what the fuck? As he pulled his dick out of my ass, Captain Baker turned me to face him and said, “I’m going to take the bandana out now. What do you say Sir?” My mouth was dry and did not seem to quite work after the bandana had sucked up all the spit I could make. “Thank you Captain, thank you for marking me as your ass.” I said softly. Captain Baker smiled, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Now Sir, wash off your face and get dressed. I think you need some more airborne dick that is full of AIDs cum, follow me. I got a couple guys from my squad upstairs who need a wake-up call and they are going to enjoy helping me train you to be a good AIDs whore for some big old Army dick!” Well, once we left the bathroom, I stopped in the lobby, used the payphone to call the office and left a message to say I was sick. I then followed Captain Baker to the elevators and we passed the front desk clerk in the hallway who gave us both a nod and a big old knowing smile. Captain Baker stepped into the elevator, pushed 8, and the doors closed. He looked at me with an evil smile, rubbed his dick, and nodded as he pulled a cigarette out and lit up. My plans to do some stealth pozzing of my own did not quite work out, but that was OK. What better way to support the troops then to give them their own AIDs whore and biohazard ass?

Just took a huge load from a young black boy with dreds I have played with a few time - he texted me, said he was in the area, asked if I wanted some dick - hell yeah! He arrived and immediately started undressing and his dick was already mostly hard when he took his pants off - boy needed to nutt! I sat on the chair, sucked him, he started ramming my throat to make me gag with his nice thick 9 inches, then said, "I want to see that ass". I stood up, bent over, he spit, then slammed it in and fucked. This boy has skill and scrapes and hits every wall, side to side and up and down all the while ramming in deep and hard. I begged for his load and he gave it to me, milked his dick with my ass, begged him to work that cum in deeper, and he fucked for a while. Was hoping for another load but he was out of ammo today, so pulled out, wiped off and cruised. As soon as he left I fingered my hole, slicked up my fingers with his cum and licked them clean. My fingers still smell of him, hmmmm.....

thanks guys - have some more to add on Joseph's story - then a new arc with Dr Mike and company

Joseph – Dr Mike’s Patient I Stealth Pozzed and Earned my BIOHZARD Status We all remember our first – our first bike, our first kiss, our first poz stealthing. Joseph was mine and I met Joseph at Dr Mike’s office, twice, as told in “Dr Mike – biohazard and healer Part 3 and 4” as posted on her earlier. Well ‘met’ is not the right word as I was blindfolded, but he gave me his cum and I gave him my ever lasting gift and as a bottom, I am even more proud. Joseph is married, in his 30s, lawyer, white, very handsome, very very conservative, nice 8 inch dick and all of that. Dr Mike set it up so my bio-hazard ass would do its work, and it did. My reward was the big bio tat on my lower back, proclaiming to one and all my new status, my new identify, my role in service to Dr Mike. I had gotten my new tat only a few weeks ago and was continuing to be the bareback-cum-taking whore Dr Mike ordered me to be, giving my often bloody ass to any dick that wanted it, hoping to infect and be infected as much as possible. I was checking email on America Online (AOL) and had a message from a someone I did not recognize: “Hi – Dr Mike gave me your email, I hope it is OK, he said I could talk to you, you would understand and could be discrete. I have no one else to talk to right now. Several weeks ago found out I was HIV+, so don’t know what to do. – Joe” Joe? Who the fuck was Joe? I did not reply and two days later got a call from Dr Mike. My ass started to get wet everytime I heard his voice and I hoped Dr Mike was calling me to tell me he was going to come fuck me, but no, he said, “I understand one of my patients has emailed you and you have not responded. I told him to let me know if he did not heard back. Do you know who Joe is?” “No, sorry Sir, umm, sorry Dr Mike, I don’t,” I said. “Joe is your progeny, you are his maker, his death bringer, he is the top you gave your AIDs to, the married guy I had fuck you in my office, now do you realize who he is?” Dr Mike said. Wow, that guy? Dr Mike told me I had given him the bug when he ordered me to get the tat, but sort of like a someone who gives up their kid to adoption, I did not expect to talk to him, or see him again. Damn, was he pissed at me? Did he want to beat me up for something for this? Why did Dr Mike give him my email? Dr Mike continued, “Joseph is your responsibility, and has only just begun his journey. DO NOT waste what I have given you. You are a toxic stew of venom that must continue to be passed on, and so you WILL respond to Joseph, you WILL do everything in your power to get him to fuck you more - RAW, and you WILL ensure that he starts fucking other guys raw, as well as his wife, to ensure the infection spreads like it is meant to. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? He needs to be a breeder, a pozzer, he MUST PASS THE AIDs” Dr Mike continued, “You need to know he thinks you are negative. Well, I told him you were ‘clean’ – and again he assumed what that meant – but more importantly that you did outreach on HIV and AIDs, knew about the issue, and was someone he could speak to as it was important to get out the things he was feeling.” I could only stammer, “Yes Sir,” as I tried to process this new order from Dr Mike and how the fuck I was supposed to do all that. Dr Mike hung up and so I was left to wonder alone as he clearly assumed I knew what to do. Why would Joseph want to talk to me when I gave him my HIV? Now frankly, the thought of Joseph/Joe fucking me again was not at all interesting. His dick was nothing special, his cum was weak, he was married for fucks sake! I only let him fuck me for Dr Mike, nothing else, but knew I had to obey so logged into AOL. I replied to Joseph’s email, told him I was happy to chat with him and received an instant message (IM) back almost immediately. Fuck I hated IMs, I wanted some real dick – no needed some real dick, but knew Dr Mike wanted me to do this so started to chat. We chatted for almost an hour, about nothing really, the weather, where we lived (he lived out in the suburbs in Maryland – total bum-fuck country for sure) blah blah blah. It was not till near the end that Joseph said, “May I ask you something, do most guys know how they got it? You know, the AIDS? I just don’t understand how I did. I mean Dr Mike told me how it is spread and all but I never done any drugs or taken someone’s nutt. How can I ever have sex again? No one will love me, I can’t even get hard for my wife and there’s no way I can tell her what is going on, but she is getting suspicious that something is up. I have not cummed in weeks and am afraid to even jerk off!” WHAT? He did not know! Damn – that was fucked up, poor guy had no idea not only how he got the bug, but that it was me who gave it to him. I was not quite sure what to say, but needed to get him to fuck me, so said, “Look man, testing POZ is not the end of the world. They have AZT and other meds to deal with it now, and as long as you take care of yourself, you’ll be OK. You can also still have sex, there are lots of guys, like me, who don’t mind being with someone who is POZ.” Joseph replied, “Really? You would with be a with a guy who has AIDs? Let them stick their dick in you?” I had to tread carefully here, and typed back, “Joe, you don’t have AIDs, just HIV, and there are plenty of ways to still have sex and enjoy it, and if you don’t believe me just come by and let me show you.” There was no response for a long time, but then Joseph sent me a message, “I’m married, and being with guys is really not my thing, but I am horny and Dr Mike said you are OK, so OK, told Katie (that’s my wife) I need to run back to the office, so where do you live?” I gave Joseph my address, it would take him at least 30-45 minutes to get to my place, so I cleaned up and waited. It was about 90 minutes later when my doorbell finally rang, so I was a bit pissed, but answered and there was Joseph. He was maybe 5 years older than me, black hair, pretty pale, handsome I guess, about my height but skinnier. I smiled, welcomed him in, and we sat on the couch. “Thanks man, I umm, I…. well…..” Joseph stammered. Time for Phase 1 – Show him I care: I put my hand on his right thigh and patted it lightly saying, “It’s OK, it’s hard for everyone,” I said, “But like Dr Mike said, I can help, so come here,” and I reached over and hugged him. Joseph tensed and I thought he might pull away, but he then shivered, relaxed, shivered again and almost whimpered and he then pulled away from me a little, looked me in the eyes, and leaned in to kiss me. I did not expect that. Married guy fucking me raw, yeah OK, I could handle that, but kissing me, no, and I instinctively pulled back. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry, I…. don’t know, I…. just… no one has touched me in so long, not even Katie, not since this shit started, I don’t know what…… I..I…knew no one would want me NOW!!!!!.....”, Joseph was rambling like a 4-year old confused by seeing Mommy and Daddy fucking for the first time and trying to explain what he saw to his Sunday School Teacher. Being the aggressor was NOT me, but I reached over, put my hand on the side of Joseph’s head and said, “Man, it’s OK, you just surprised me that’s all, come here,” and I leaned over and kissed him, soft at first, then with tongue, wishing the entire time it was Dr Mike I was swapping spit with. Within seconds, Joseph was unbuttoning his pants and trying to get fumble them off while he kissed, so hungry for passion and to be loved that we was literally trying to fucking chew my lips off! I pulled back, “Easy man, easy, I’m not going anywheres, here let me help you.” I then knelt down, helped him get out of his jeans, pulled of his white, Ralph Lauren Polo Shirt, and his loafers (fuck a Yuppie!) and there was his dick. Ugly fucking thing. White, about 8 inches, just the way the veins and the way he was uncut like just made his dick look ugly – cannot really explain except again, new I did not want it, but would do this for Dr Mike. You know what I mean – you just see some dicks and go – no fucking way! ICK! Time for Phase 2 – Make him think I think his dick is sexy: OK, this was not going to be easy. I bent over and put his dick head in my mouth, which was wet with precum. He was leaking like a bad Dutch damn! His precum was like his cum, weak and watery – how the fuck did he have kids? Anyways, as soon as I put his dick in my mouth he moaned and immediately pushed me away, “I can’t,” he said, “You know, I got, I…. please don’t, please don’t, I got the…” Joseph spouted. I looked at him, the looks of shame, fear, ecstasy, need, hunger all flashing through his brown eyes, his lips trying to work to say “Suck ME!”, so I did. I deep throated him and Joseph laid back, moaned, and relaxed. I sucked him hard and furious for a only about a minute when he said, “Oh shit, I’m getting close, I….”. I pulled away, waited for Joseph to look at me and then said, “Sucking you like this is very safe as long as you don’t cum in my mouth, but even if you did, I can go rinse out with Listerine or something, so don’t worry OK, just enjoy it. I told you, you could enjoy sex again.” I then stood up, grabbed his hand, and led Joseph down the hallway to my bedroom. He was still timid like a rabbit, so I pulled him onto the bed, started kissing and rubbing on him, and soon Joseph was kissing me back and his hands went right to my hole, digging and prodding with his dick dripping precum against my abdomen. “So tell me about your tattoos,” Joseph said as he pulled away. “Just some tribal stuff, now do you want to talk or do you want to kiss?” I asked. I rolled over onto my stomach, leaving Joseph hard, straining, his mouth open as he lay on his side. I did not say a word, just lay there, but he did not move. “Come on man, lay on me, I want to feel you.” Joseph hesitated, but then began to shift his weight and crawled up on me and laid flat on top of me, his weight pushing me down into the mattress. I did not move, he had to learn, and soon he began to rub my arms, shoulders, and grind his hips, moving his precum slicked dick up and down my ass crack, teasing my hole. Every time he got over my hole I moaned as loud as I could, which seemed to startle him the first time, but then he caught on and I think began to target my hole. We had been doing the rubbing, grinding, moaning thing for a while all the time Joseph was licking my ear and kissing my neck. Normally licking my ear makes me beg to be fucked but even his tongue was ugly. It was soft, squishy, just ughh!!! But again, I just kept thinking about Dr Mike, moaned, and let Joseph know we were just getting started. Finally I moved my hands back along my sides and as Joseph was back rubbing his slimy dick at my hole, I took my hands, pulled my cheeks apart, bucked my hips and his head made a POP as he went into my ass. “HOLY FUCK –OH SHIT, I AM SO SORRY OH SHIT, I DON’T HAVE A RUBBER, OH SHIT!” Joseph said and started to pull out. “No,” I said as I moved my hands up onto his ass and pulled him into me, “Please, it’s OK, you did nothing wrong, I want you in me, please, it’s OK,” I said. “It is?” Joseph said, pushing himself up on his arms over me, “But I got, I, you know, I don’t want to give you, I don’t…and I….Don’t have a rubber, I don’t even fuck Katie like this!” I clamped my hands on his ass and pulled Joseph tight, “It’s OK man, as long as you don’t cum, there’s no real risk, and even then it is small, but still, just to be safe, best not to cum in me,” I wanted him – no needed him – to believe I was trying to stay negative. Joseph suddenly relaxed, let his weight drop onto me, and started fucking. His dick did not go into my ass, he kept trying to get ‘creative with his motion’ and the result was he just hit the walls, which hurt like hell, but he was moaning and enjoying it, so I pretended too as well. I reached back, guided his dick deeper into my hole, and let him fuck. He was like a 14-year-old virgin with his first pussy, all rush, bluff, eagerness – and pain and discomfort for me. Joseph started to breathe heavier, fuck faster, and I knew he must be close, so I clenched my ass as tight as I could and started bucking to meet his thrusts. He did not last long and was soon saying “OH NO< FUCK NO>>>>>OH NOOOOO” as he shot into my ass. I continued to thrust and grind my ass against his dick to milk every drop of POZ cum out of him as Joseph tried to push off me. He finally pulled out, breathing hard, mumbling, “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean,…….fuck, OH, …SORRY,” as he collapsed on the bed beside me. I turned on my side, reached over, rubbed his face, his eyes opened and looked at me, “It’s OK man, accidents happen, I didn’t know you were close, just thought you fucked loud, but just to be safe I am going to the bathroom to flush out.” So I got up, went into the bathroom, made some noises rummaging in the cabinet under the sink, ran the water, waited a few, flushed the toilet, and went back to the bed. “Does that…that…what you did…does that stop it?” Joseph asked. “Well, there is nothing that can truly stop it I guess, but what I just did will help ensure your load is where it is meant to be,” and I did not tell him that was meant to be still snug and deep in my ass. Dr Mike should be pleased, Joseph just pozzed his first ass!!! Joseph got up, washed off, and ran back to his wife, while I went to sleep with his hot load in my ass. When I got up the next morning there was an email from Joseph on AOL, asking if he could see me at lunch, and he promised he would be more careful, but it felt so good, he wanted to fuck again, and he was sorry about last night, and would do anything if I would let him come by. We’ll see if he would live up to that. Stay tuned for the next Phases - .....

Hi - all of the main parts to the Dr Mike story are posted in this thread - I tried posting them separately but was informed the rules require related parts must go in the same thread - if you email me also happy to send you the entire story via email. I have also posted stories for related characters first introduced via Dr. Mike.

The Thugs From the Library Return – Parts 1-4 *For some of the other stories I posted in multiple parts, I have had people email me looking for some of the story as we have to post them to the same thread, but all they see in the Forum is the title of the first part. So, to hopefully to make it easier for everyone to find the whole story, I am posting everything at once in one long story, broken up by the parts: 1. The Thugs From the Library Return – The Brother Joins In 2. Fucking at the Metro Station – Being Pimped Out 3. Party Moves to My Apartment - My First Fisting and Double Dicking 4. Dr Mike Makes a House Cal – The Brother Comes Back Part 1 - The Thugs From the Library Return – The Brother Joins In The main library in downtown DC was a place that a lot of homeless guys hung out when the weather got colder. More importantly for Dr Mike’s purposes (see story – Dr Mike Biohazard or Healer?), it was a good place to get AIDs filled cum up my ass and down my throat. Also because many of the guys were homeless, not only was it dirty, sleazy sex, but a good chance of getting other STDs – new ones, or more infection of the ones I already had. Being and AIDs whore and biohazard for Dr Mike was almost a full time job between all the guys he had me service as part of my treatment program, and my Saturdays were often spent at the library with Carl, who was now lining guys up throughout the week to gang me on Saturdays in the basement. This was all great with me as I was constantly horny and so addicted to raw dick and cum now. Even more, I was addicted to pleasing Dr Mike and chasing the bug – any bug – that could be found swimming around in a hot load of cum. I met the two thugs who ‘ran’ the shady business in the library my first trip there and got their big raw dicks and loads (as told in the story Carl – The Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library). They were not homeless, but used the basement reading room as a base for their drug deals in that part of downtown, and assorted other criminal activity as I came to learn the more I hung out there. They looked rough – total street thugs with braids, Tommy Hilfiger coats, tats running up their necks, and both were well over 6”5, and heavy and thick, and young in their early 20s. I had seen them several times since that first Saturday, but they had just nodded, or smiled, and had not tried to fuck me again. I was disappointed as they had great dicks and I thought they were hot and sexy as hell even though they sort of frightened me at the same time and acted like fag-bashers, but Carl always did his best to steer me away from them as he was still pissed about them horning in that first day. The weather was still cool and while that Saturday had been pretty good at the library, and Sunday I took three loads at my apartment, Monday had been a total bust as Hank was supposed to come by my place after I got off work and give me his herpes dick. He didn’t show, so by Tuesday I was horny as hell and needed dick and cum up my ass, so I called into work, told them I was sick, and needed to go get checked – my sickness was a cum and dick craving and the library might be just the place to get it checked out. I got to the library right after they had opened and made my way to the basement. I thought it might be slow, but it was dead, even though it was cold out, no one was around. FUCK! I hit all the usual spots, looking for Carl, Matt the homeless vet who had raped me my first time there, anybody, but no one was around. I finally saw a guy, followed him to the stairwell where all the group action takes place, and while he fucked me, it was quick load and he had a small dick and my ass was hungry for more. I hung out in the stairwell a bit, smelling the mix of cigarette smoke and ashes, piss, cum, sweat, and years of filth. Made me even hornier – damn where was everyone? It was just past 11:00 a.m. and I decided to do one more round and if no luck, may be horny enough to go hit the bookstores. As I came out through the main reading room, at their command post were the two thug guys and their crew – the runners who worked the corners dealing drugs. Damn! My cock got hard, my ass twitched, my mouth got dry. I waited until their crew split and there was just one guy left with them who did not appear to be leaving. The third guy was maybe a little younger, and smaller, shorter and skinnier, and he looked like a toddler next to the two thugs. I decided to play it cool, walked past them, said, “Hey guys,” and headed to the bathroom where they had fucked me the first time hoping they would follow. I got the bathroom, and waited, and waited, and waited. I pulled out small bottle of vodka from my backpack and took a few gulps to loosed me up just in case they showed. Nothing. Damn! So I walked back through the reading room and this time got a better look at the new guy. Yeah, younger for sure, he had tats like they did, and also one tear drop under his left eye. He had on a Redskins jersey and a close cropped haircut. Not really handsome – yet – but cute. Looked like he was trying to play rough and thug, where the two thugs definitely were! I waited in the stairwell and again, nothing. They did not seem to have followed me. Fuck this, time to go find some dick at the bookstore and as I opened the stairwell door to head back out, about 2 feet away was the thug who I never knew his name. He was ‘the mean thug’ I called him in my mind, had about 9 inches, thick, and Lionel, the other big one, was the one I liked more. I stood there with the door open, not sure what to do and was sort of surprised. The thug stepped up to me and said, “What you doing down here slut? This ain’t your day faggot? We down here doing business, gotta get that lunch crowd hooked up you know? So, now like I asked, what you doing down here?” As he was talking he had kept walking and I had backed into the stairwell. I mumbled something about seeing what’s going on and he snarled, “Faggot bitch.” It was then I noticed the new guy had followed us into the stairwell. Yeah, he was only about 5”7, maybe 150. Oh hell, this was not good. Not that I could have taken the mean thug, but two dudes beating me up was not something I was looking forward to. “Well faggot, what’s going on is you opening that mouth, giving me some head,” the mean thug said. I just stood there looking at him and the guy behind him. The thug turned, saw the little dude and said, “This my brother Brock, fucker should be in school, but he just turned 18, so now it’s time he joined the family business. Show him what you got kid.” Brock stepped forward, hiked up his Redskins jersey, undid his belt, let his pants drop, and was swinging a fat 10 inch dick. He may be little, but dude was packing! I knelt down, hefted his dick, opened my mouth and started to suck his dick. Brock started bucking his hips and trying to jack fuck my throat. I put my hands up to try to ease him off, but he just jabbed jabbed jabbed and I was no longer sucking as he just shoved his dick in and out of my mouth. The mean thug had lit up a smoke and was watching, but now threw his cigarette onto the floor, stamped it out, and said, “B – ease up – let the faggot do his work, if a faggot is good for anything it’s sucking dick – well OK – they got some good pussy too sometimes – he does anyways – now step off and let me show you.” Brock stepped away as the thug undid his pants, and fed me his dick. He let me work it good and I was rewarded with a hot load of cum. A nice load in my ass, one down my throat, the day may turn out OK after all. I did not know if the mean thug had a toxic load or not and right then just wanted more. Little did I know what was in store. I followed the thug and Brock back out to the reading room. When we got to the table the thug rubbed his crotch and laughed as he told Lionel, “Yo man, we told the faggot that there’s a working tax if he’s going to be turning his little pussy out down here didn’t we? What do you think? Time to make him pay up?” Lionel chimed in and said, “Yeah, told him it was going to cost him one way or the other.” Pay up? I just sucked him off, what else did they expect. Part 2- Fucking at the Metro Station – Being Pimped Out They all got their shit together, told me to come with them, and I followed them out of the library, down to 9th Street where we stopped in a liquor store where I paid for a big bottle of vodka and a bottle of Jamaican Rum, which they opened on the street and started taking turns drinking from. I opened my small vodka bottle and polished off what was left. We then walked a couple blocks and down into the Gallery Place Metro Station. I figured they wanted me to follow them to their place on the subway/Metro. “Give me a $20,” Lionel said, so I pulled out my wallet, handed him a $20 and when we got by farecard machines, the mean thug held me back while Lionel went up to the glassed in booth and spoke to the station manager. I could not hear what they said, but Lionel nodded at me and I saw him slip the manager the $20 and the manager then handed him some keys. Lionel came back, we walked towards the fare gates and just before we got to them – off to the right was an unmarked door. We stopped, Lionel looked to the station manager in the booth who held up two fingers, Lionel then took the keys, opened the door, and we went in. We were inside a dark hallway that was dusty, cold, and full of boxes, metal escalator treads, wet floor cones, a couple of buckets with mops, and other stuff. We walked down the hall, turned right into another hall, and at the second door down Lionel used another key and unlocked the door and we all stepped inside. This room had one fluorescent light hanging from the concrete ceiling, a bunch of boxes, piles of what looked like trash, and towards the back on the floor was a dirty mattress from a twin bed. The mattress was stained red and brown and there a couple folding chairs, a box with an ashtray full of cigarette butts, and a big role of paper towels like you would find in a bathroom. We must have been right beside the furnace room as the noise from the heating ducts and pipes was pretty loud. The mean thug spoke up once we were all in the room, “This is where we bring that pussy we’re running you know? Those bitches that make us cash – lots of traffic here from the Metro, in and out – we slip the guys who work here a little cash and give them some free and they are happy to let us in and cover for us. It’s the perfect place to find dudes needing a little fresh.” He started undoing his pants as Lionel said, “Time to start paying off that working tax you owe us, so get those pants off, you’re our bitch today.” I was a little nervous about stripping there, but turned on too knowing that just a few feet away there were tons of people coming in and out of the subway station on their way to wherever. I set my backpack down, took a hit from the big bottle of vodka – then another bigger one – and took my pants off, grabbed the poppers and hit them too. When I did Brock lifted the back of my shirt and exposed my big biohazard tattoo. “What’s that?” Brock asked. The two thugs stepped over, pulled my shirt off me, turned me around and all three of them looked at my tat. “Umm, just something a friend of mine had me get a few weeks back, told him I wanted some more tats and thought this was sort of tribal and cool,” I said. I was nervous, not sure how honest to be, and they seemed to accept that as Lionel and the mean thug passed the rum back and forth, then Lionel said, “Bend over, stand on the mattress.” I did, and he then poured some of the rum onto my ass crack and worked it into my hole. The rum burned, sort of slicked up my hole but then made it sort of pucker up tighter. As he poured some more on Lionel handed the bottle to Brock who was now totally naked, and then Lionel bent over, spread my cheeks and began licking the rum out of my ass. He stepped back, the mean thug then stepped forward, pushed me down onto my hands and knees on the dirty mattress, sort of knelt behind me and pushed his dick into my ass. His big 9-inch dick went deep, my ass was tense and it hurt from the rum although the poppers helped, but he did not let up. I looked to the side and saw Brock smoking and watching, stroking his dick, and Lionel was biting his lower lip and stroking his cock as he watched his buddy fuck me, his eyes were big and hungry as he watched my ass take dick. I was grunting every time the thug thrust down into my ass and I was soon rewarded with a second load from his dick. I still did not know their status, but was hoping their cum was full of AIDs, or some other nasty shit. My thoughts and fantasy went to some of the other things they could give, and it made my dick hard. The mean thug then sat in a chair, and lit a smoke with Lionel, as Brock got behind me. Brock fucked like a rabbit. No skill, no finesse, just jabbed his dick in and out of my ass. The one saving grace was that he had a huge dick, so I was getting off on how sore he was making my hole especially as he went balls deep. Brock did not last long at all and gave me another load. He pulled out and went over and started smoking with Lionel and the other thug, so I laid down on the dirty mattress, watching them, smelling the smoke, their scent, and feeling the first two loads of cum leak out my ass. The mean thug and Brock started to get dressed and Lionel stayed in the chair and finished his cigarette. He did not say a word, but when I went to get up when Brock and his older brother left, Lionel pointed for me to stay where I was, so I got on my knees and waited. Lionel then stood up, undid is pants, and when he opened his jacket he pulled a gun from an inside pocket and set it on the other chair. My eyes got wide and I was a little scared. I had seen rifles and shot guns growing up, but not someone carrying a gun in the city. Lionel finished taking his pants off, picked up the gun, and came and stood in front of me. His huge black cock was leaking precum and it was right in front of my face. Lionel then knelt down in front of me, held the gun up and said, “While Brock and his brother may not know what that little tat of yours means, I do,” Lionel said. I started shake and was scared shitless now. Lionel continued as he waved the gun in front of my face, “You see, I know you are an AIDS infected little slut, fuck, all that dick you have been taking at the library, what else could you be, but you are also one of Dr Mike’s and he don’t keep anyone around unless they are.” Lionel continued to wave the gun as he spoke, “I play Russian Roulette every day on the streets as it’s a dangerous world out there, and now I get to play it with you too. Sticking my dick in that AIDs asshole of yours is a risk isn’t it? I’m risking death, but you know what, that turns me the fuck on!!! Now Brock and his brother don’t know, but I do, I know when you bleed on my dick I may get it to, so let’s knock it up a notch.” Lionel then got on his knees, set the gun on the floor, rubbed the goose bumps on my arms, grabbed my arms, bent in, and bit down hard on the lobe of my ear, drawing blood. I yelped, tried to pull back, but Lionel held me and then whispered in my ear, “You ever say anything to them and you fuck me over faggot, I will hunt you down and shoot you like a dog in the street, but I don’t think you will do that. I think you want this big black dick way too much don’t you?” I just nodded as Lionel then patted the gun on the floor as a clear affirmation he was serious. He then reached over, grabbed the rum, took a big swallow and handed it to me. I shook my head so he handed me the vodka instead. I handed it back, Lionel pushed me onto my back and had me hold my legs back exposing my hole. He then poured some of the rum on my hole, picked up the gun, and started rubbing the end of the barrel around my hole. “Yeah baby, I think we need to make that pussy bleed a bit today, I want to spin that wheel, spin and see what you can give me and maybe what I can give you.” With that Lionel pushed the end of the barrel of the pistol into my ass and started fucking my hole with it. I hit the poppers, but I was shaking in fear, afraid it might go off or something, but I held my legs back and watched as Lionel chewed on his lip, stroked his dick with one hand, and raped my ass with his gun with the other. The cold steel of the barrel digging into my the flesh as he jammed it up my ass as far as it would go, then twisted, trying to dig into the walls. Lionel then pulled the gun all the way out and drive it back it. “Oh YEAH BABY – making you bleed good, I think it’s time to give you some black babies,” Lionel said. I could feel the blood running down my ass as Lionel pulled the gun out, held it up to my mouth so I could lick the blood off, then set it on the floor. Lionel then pushed my legs back and mounted me, tearing my ass further from the damage the gun had done and I cried out as it hurt like hell. Lionel just looked in my eyes as he fucked me and where the first time he had used skill, this time was just raw animal sex, as his dick raped my hole “You want them babies? Want them black babies?” Lionel asked. “Cum in me, breed me, please make me pregnant!” I begged. Lionel said, “I gotcha now, you take my fucking babies, yeah pussy – take em, take em, TAKE MY BLACK BABIES!!!” Lionel shot his nutt up my ass and when he did he leaned down and bit into the area where my neck meets my shoulder on the left side really hard. The harder he bit, the more his dick twitched and pulsed unloading into me. I had never had anyone bite me like that and could not believe how much it hurt. Lionel finished, pulled his dick out, picked up his gun, lit a cigarette and started to get dressed. We both took a few hits from the liquor bottles when someone knocked twice on the door. Lionel slipped the gun back into his coat, the door opened, and Brock and the mean thug came in with another guy. The guy must have been 65, short, fat, and he was unzipping his overalls before he was barely in the door. Lionel and his friends stepped out and the mean thug looked back in and said to the old guy, “Make it quick pops,” and to me he just nodded. Brock tried to stay to watch but his brother pushed him out and closed the door. I started to suck the old guy’s dick, which was short and stubby. He was moving hips like he had 10 inches, but was lucky if he had 6, so sucking was not working, so I got doggy style and he slid right into my hole, which was wide and open and wet with Lionel’s cum and my blood. He did not last long at all, shot his nutt, got dressed and left, so I laid back onto the dirty mattress that was now stained with my blood, and cum and ass juice from my multiple fucks. Lionel came back in, hit the rum, lit a cigarette, sat in a folding chair and said, “Get up, bend over here.” So I turned my ass towards him and bent over, pushing my ass back towards his face. Lionel shoved a finger up my hole and started digging around. I winced, and he quickly stuck a second, then a third up my ass working the cum, blood, and a little rum he poured in there. The rum burned bad, and I moaned as he then started to try to put a fourth finger in my hole. Lionel seemed intent on getting his fingers deeper into my ass, but we were interrupted by another knock at the door. This time, the guy that came in was the guy from booth, the station manager. He was about 45, a couple inches taller than me, real short hair, sharply cut and shaped, nice build and dick, about 8 and really thick. Lionel got up and left, I knelt down, the station manager pushed me back on the bed, flipped me, and mounted me missionary style. “You want to take daddy’s dick? How’s daddy’s dick? You like daddy’s dick?” Over and over that’s all he said until he too cummed up my ass. I knew my ass was a little bloody, but he did not say anything, got up, dressed and left. I grabbed the rum by mistake and took a big swig – fuck that shit was awful. Lionel, the other thug and Brock came back in and Brock immediately got on the mattress, pulled me up onto my hands and knees, and started eating out my ass. Lionel and the mean thug just sat in the chairs smoking and drinking as Brock ate me like pussy, cleaning up my hole. “Yeah B eat those Twinkies,” his older brother said laughing, “Eat them tasty white cakes with that creamy white frosting.” He and Lionel both laughed and I remember thinking what is it with ‘straight’ guys wanting to eat a cum filled ass? Brock soon had his dick out and was trying to shove it in, damn that boy had energy! “No B,” his brother said, then looking at me he continued, “Our friend’s shift is over so we need to bounce out. But I know I could use some more faggot pussy, and to make sure you don’t say nothing, we are going to escort you home like real gentlemen.” He and Lionel laughed, then he said “Naw, its so we know where your faggot ass is. We were thinking we could use a slut like you who obeys so well, someone we can fuck when we need a hole, and sometimes we run into guys who are looking for something a little a different and not into our regular bitches we have working out of here, so now you will get to work for us. You will be one of our bitches too, so come on, let’s go.” Part 3 - Party Moves to My Apartment - My First Fisting and Double Dicking The three of them stood back by the entrance to the Metro station as I flagged down a cab. Cabs don’t stop for black guys in DC, especially three rough looking thugs, so I was being their bitch already. They cab stopped, I opened the door and slid in and Lionel and the mean thug right behind me with Brock opening the front door to sit in the front seat. The taxi driver was shocked, looked afraid, and started to say something, when I interrupted, gave him my address, and told him, “Don’t worry man, they’re cool and I tip well – OK?” He mumbled back, but put the car in gear and took us to my place, with a stop at another liquor store on the way. When we got to my apartment they walked around, looked at things, Lionel went to the bathroom and when he was done, I went too. I left the door open and could hear them speaking and going through shit, but I had to let all the juice out of my ass and take a piss. I came out and found the two brothers naked, sitting on the couch, and my dick got hard seeing their big black dicks, tats covering their torsos, and watching them light up and start smoking. I went to the kitchen, got a couple ashtrays, some cigarettes I kept on hand for company, and a couple glasses. I was not sure where Lionel was, but then heard him down the hall in my bedroom. He came back, and was naked too, his big heavy dick swinging as he walked, fuck I wanted them in my hole! Lionel sat in the easy chair, “Put on some movies man,” so I popped a gangbang straight flick into the VCR and immediately the sound of a girl crying and begging for the black guys to stop filled the apartment. I also turned on the stereo to a local radio station, and placed one of the small speakers by the front door – fucking nosy neighbors, did not need them hearing my business. I am sure there were calls being made already by some old lady looking through her peephole seeing three blacks guys following me in. All three thugs now had hard dicks and their eyes got big as they watched the flick. The mean thug reached into his coat, dug out some private stash, lit up and started passing it between the three of them. The mean thug motioned for me to start sucking, so I got on my hands and knees between his legs, and started sucking his dick as he moaned, smoked, and I reached over with my right hand to stroke Brock’s dick, which was leaking precum like crazy. Lionel spoke up again, “We got us a good white bitch here, but I think we have taken it too easy – think we need to crank this party up and show this bitch what a nigga dick can do.” I was not sure what Lionel meant, but grabbed the bottle of poppers. Lionel leaned over, grabbed them from me and said, “No bitch, you are going to feel this.” So I continued sucking the mean thug while Lionel got down on the floor behind me, spit into his hand, rubbed it on my ass, and slammed his raw dick up my hole. I tried to scream, but my mouth was full of thug dick, my body tensed, but I was caught between two thugs. Again, Lionel did not fuck with skill, he just rammed my hole and started pulling all the way out and slamming in. I could tell I was bleeding as I felt the hot, warm, sticky trickle start making its way out my hole and down one leg. The mean thug was getting close, I did not want him cumming in my mouth, wanted it up my ass and tried easing off, but he pushed my head back down and started bucking his hips, and said “Oh faggot – you’re getting my nutt!” and he unloaded a thick shot of cum into my mouth. Wow – his cum tasted wonderful! That’s all Lionel needed to hear and he shot his load in my ass. Hot raw black cum in both holes, nothing better!!! Brock by this time was almost frantic beating his dick, but the two thugs seemed in no hurry to pull out of either hole. Lionel finally slid out, sat back in the chair and said, “Stand up and turn around.” I did, he pried my cheeks apart and I thought he was going to lick my ass but instead, “Yeah bitch, now that’s what I’m talking about – look here yo – look at this pussy now – bleeding and shit.” Lionel turned me to the left so the thug brothers could look at my hole, the mean thug whistled, and when it was Brock’s turn to look he just stood, pushed me forward and slammed his dick up my ass. I could barely stand with him pummeling my hole and had to brace myself against the entertainment center. Lionel and Brock’s brother just laughed and then egged him. “Go B – like fucking a chick on her period – the bloodier it gets the fucking hotter it feels. Go on B.” Brock did not last a minute and his body shuddered, trembled, and he gave me another load. The cum and blood was leaking out my ass pretty good now, I looked at Lionel and he gave me a knowing smile, a smile that said, “Yeah AIDs whore, we’re playing now, spinning the gun chamber, we’re all playing Russian Roulette.” Lionel said, “Come here,” as he put his cigarette between his teeth, so I turned around again but instead of looking at my hole, he shoved two fingers of his right hand up my hole while using his left to open my cheeks. The thug brothers were sharing a smoke on the couch and watching as I winced, moaned, and tried not to run from Lionel who now had four fingers up my ass and was pushing harder. “Now bitch, let’s see where you at,” Lionel said as he adjusted his hand into a wedge shape and tried getting his thumb up my ass along with his fingers. He was spreading my asshole wide, and even after all the fucking, damn that hurt! I started to ask him to stop, but Lionel was now holding onto my ass hard with his left hand and fucking harder with his right. “Shut up,” Lionel said, “Take it like a bitch.” Brock laughed and said, “The faggot likes that – look how his little dick is all hard and bouncing.” Brock was already hard again watching Lionel, and after about 5 minutes, Lionel pulled his hand out of my ass. He had not gotten his whole hand in, no fucking way as he had big hands, but he did force his fingers and most of his hand, but the knuckles just would not go. “You got something to eat? Make us some sandwiches or something,” Lionel said as he held his hand up for me to lick clean. I went to the kitchen, my ass aching with every step, to see what I could find. I could hear the three of them talking, but could not make out what they were saying. I grabbed some paper towels, wet them, and was gently wiping at my hole when Brock came in the kitchen, his big dick standing straight out. “Bend over faggot,” he said. I said, “No man, I umm, need to fix your sandwiches.” Brock was little, but strong too as he pushed me against the counter and said, “Lionel may take it easy on you faggot – not me – or my bother – now do the FUCK WHAT I SAY!” So I turned around, grabbed the counter and Brock slammed into me, immediately pulled all the way out, slammed back in, and did that twice more and then left the kitchen. DAMN! What was that about? It hurt, but not as bad as I expected, seemed like Lionel’s hand had really opened up my hole as Brock went balls deep each time. I made some sandwiches, took them to the guys, and sat on the floor by Lionel’s chair as we ate. They finished them quickly, Brock asked for more, and Lionel and the mean thug lit another smoke and finished off one of the bottles of rum. I put a different tape in the VCR, another gangbang one, but this one was even rougher – if these boys wanted to play let’s see how rough they could get. We sat around for a while, Brock was constantly hard and after about 15 minutes so were his brother and Lionel. They finished up their smoke and Lionel hit me on the arm and said, “Go to your bed – here take your poppers.” So I got up, grabbed one of the bottles of vodka, walked down the hall to my dark bedroom, took several swigs and laid on the bed. The vodka made me feel flush and hot, but did not ease the throbbing pain in my ass. The boys knew how to make a hole hurt and I loved it! I also loved that they made me bleed and was exciting to know I may be infecting them or them me with more AIDs. I hope Dr Mike would be proud. A few minutes later Lionel came in, closed the door, and took a long drink from the bottle of rum he had with him. I scooted to the end of the bed, waiting, eager to feel his big dick again. Lionel hit the rum bottle again, stood right in front of me and said in almost a whisper, “Now baby, time to play, remember our little chat? Yeah, well I want you to gnaw on my foreskin.” He then tugged on his dick, stretching his foreskin out, I opened my mouth and started nibbling on it. “Harder bitch, come on, bite on it, chew it!” I was afraid I would hurt him, but gnawed harder and Lionel started to moan and his dick started to get hard. Lionel said again, “HARDER!” So I said fuck it, and chomped down as hard as I could catching his foreskin between my fang teeth and heard a pop as my teeth broke his skin and caught his raw flesh. He jerked in reaction and yelled “FUCKING CHRIST BITCH!” making the hole I made in his skin even bigger as he slapped my face and I pulled away. I was afraid now, but Lionel looked at his dick, the trail of blood made from my bite, then at me, smiled and said, “Yeah baby – time for a little roulette.” Lionel sat on the bed, leaned back, with his huge thick dick sticking almost straight up. “Get up here, put a little spit on your hole, hit your poppers, then squat over my dick and stay there,” he said. The first was easy enough, squatting over him a little harder as his dick/ass was close to the end of the bed and I felt like I was going to fall backwards, but by leaning a little forward I was able to balance myself, hit the poppers hard, and placed my hole over the head of Lionel’s dick, making his dick stand straight up and holding it in place with my ass and waited. Lionel’s eyes were intense as he looked at me, he brought his hands up, put them on my shoulders and in one movement pushed me down while he thrust his dick up. I screamed. His dick went part way in, ripping my hole open, then he pulled it out. He reached down, positioned his dick so it was resting against my hole again and repeated his slam. “This what you want pussy bitch?” Lionel asked, “This what you need? Tell me bitch, tell me bitch.” I was whimpering in pain and ecstasy, and said, “Yes, please, please NIGGA FUCK ME – MAKE ME BLEED!” Lionel then snarled, and started slamming me harder and deeper as I had all I could do holding myself over his dick. “Sit all the way down,” Lionel said, and as I sat completely down on his dick, I could not believe how amazing he felt as his dick filled my ass and guts. Lionel then started to sit up and I had to grab onto his neck not to fall backwards. He scooted forward and I was surprised at how easy he moved with my weight on him. He then surprised me again as he stood up, holding me onto his dick. He turned so he could see his profile in the mirror over the bedroom dresser and started fucking, bouncing me up and down on his dick as I hung onto him with my arms around his neck. Lionel fucked for a while and every thrust he went balls deep and then some as it felt like his balls were going up my ass too. Lionel then leaned in and I thought he was going to kiss me, but he moved to the spot on my left side where he bit me at the Metro station – where my neck meets my shoulder – and started biting and gnawing. His body was so hot, sweat was poring off him now, and my dick was caught between our slickened chests, the friction of the fucking making it leak precum like a faucet. I was afraid I was hurting his dick, but he was in total control and continued to power fuck me raw. Lionel was now snarling and grunting like a wolf over a fresh kill as he bit into my shoulder. He started fucking harder, faster, and when Lionel bit down this time he broke the skin, I screamed out as the mix of blood and spit poured from the now fresh wound and immediately my cock exploded between us, coating our chests in my cum. That was all Lionel needed as he clamped down tight with his teeth, sinking them deep into my flesh as he cummed in me. This time his whole body shook and his load kept coming and coming and I could feel him shoot as he was so deep in my guts. His knees started to get week and he stumbled back, dropped onto the bed and I had to catch and brace myself not to fall off. He was panting hard now and I repositioned myself and tried to keep riding his dick, but he roughly pushed me off and said, “No NO, it’s too sensitive, get the fuck off!” I sat to the side and Lionel rested only a minute, then he said, “Hit the vodka, grab the lube and the poppers and get on your hands and knees on the end there.” So, I took several big swigs of the vodka, set the lube by my side, and started hitting the poppers. Lionel got up, went behind me and I felt a cold stream of lotion running down my ass. He then started to work his fingers into my hole, spreading them, twisting them digging at my insides. Lionel pulled his fingers out, I heard the lotion squirt, then felt some more on my ass, and Lionel said, “Do a big hit of poppers and take a deep breath in and breathe out, and you better not run.” So I did, and when I let the breath out Lionel drove his hand like a wedge back into my ass and once again it caught on his knuckles. I gasped, started to ask him to stop, I don’t get fisted, but Lionel just held his hand there. The pain radiating out from my hole was unbelievable. I thought I could take a big dick, but his hand was huge and it hurt like hell. I tried moving my ass and all that did was wedge his knuckles deeper into my ass ring. Lionel laughed, leaned forward and said, “I got you baby, I got you, you have been a good bitch today, but we are not done with you yet, now it is time to bust that pussy wide open you hear me? I am going to rip that pussy open now, get you ready for a special treat, now just relax.” Relax? How could I relax, I had a fucking huge black hand wedged in my ass. I hit the poppers again and now Lionel was gently moving his hand in small back and forth motions and squirting lube around where his hand met my ass. He pushed a little hard and it made me jump and I pulled away hard, which was a mistake as the pain of his hand coming free was worse then when it was in there. “Fuck bitch! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TRYING TO RUN! God damn – get those pillows, put them under you with your ass up in the air.” Lionel said. I did as Lionel asked, but was scared, I did not want his hand up there, but the pressure had been like nothing I had ever felt. I hit the poppers, Lionel got behind me on the bed and said, “Now bitch, you got no place to run, breathe out.” I let out a long breath and Lionel shoved his hand back into my waiting ass as deep as it would go. It still caught on the knuckles, but seemed to be a little deeper and I hit the poppers again. Lionel squirted more lotion, I kept hitting the poppers and trying to relax as he pushed with a constant pressure and sort of jiggling his hand side to side and back and forth. Lionel then bent down and kissed my ass cheek, licked it, and then bit hard! I was surprised and it hurt like hell and when I cried out, my ass ring contracted and relaxed a little in reflex and his hand went in a little more. FUCK THAT HURT! Lionel laughed, squirted some more lotion, jiggled his hand, and bent down and bit me again, this time harder. Again, when I cried out, my ass ring relaxed a little in reflex and Lionel leaned down and said, “Now bitch, time to get that pussy fully ripped.” I hit the poppers hard, breathed deep as the pressure from his hand increased and felt the right side of his hand go in a little deeper, then the big middle knuckle catch, increased push from Lionel and then his knuckles popped through my ass ring and I was being ripped and stretch by the meat of his hand. “OH FUCK STOP, PLEASE STOP, FUCK!!” I cried out. Lionel said, “You good baby, you good, I got you, now take it BITCH!!!” With that Lionel started fucking my hole with his hand, pulling back through the ring and each time he pushed in I took more and more of his hand. I was sniffing the poppers as much as I could and Lionel alternated between biting my ass hard and moving his hand in an out. He did not go deep, just focused on my outer ring, but I knew my ass was bleeding again, the pain was sharp, and my dick was limp and shriveled up as there was no joy in this for me. Lionel pulled his hand all the way out, told me to hit the vodka, and I took a few big swallows and started choking and coughing. He laughed and said, “They call me the pussy ripper bitch, now you know why, and right now, I bet you are realizing just how good that felt, how much you like this nigga ripping you up with his hand.” He was right, my ass felt so empty and while the pain was incredible, I also realized my dick was starting to get hard again and that I wanted to feel more. So I knelt back over the pillows with my ass up, hit the poppers and tried to relax. Lionel growled a little, poured some lotion on my hole and drove his hand back through my ass ring. I screamed out a little, but also pushed my ass back a little to meet him. Lionel was now fucking my hole at a pretty good rhythm with his hand, pulling in and out through the ring, forcing it to take him, and every now and then he seemed to spread his hand a little so it was less of a wedge and more of a fucking baseball bat. Lionel said, “Tell me what you want bitch, tell me what you need.” “Rape it, please rape it, rip my pussy up, I’LL DO ANYTHING, ANYTHING, JUST PLEASE RAPE ME!” I begged. Lionel paused, “That’s all I needed to hear,” as he slid his hand out of my ass, stood up, and said, “You better hit that vodka hard, you got until I get back,” and he left the bedroom. God my ass felt to empty, I needed to get fucked so bad, remembered what he said and hit the vodka hard. I was now pretty buzzed – ok maybe even a little drunk – but hell, it helped ease the pain, so I drank some more and felt it burn my guts. The bedroom door opened and in walked Lionel, followed by the mean thug and Brock. Lionel said, “Get up,” so I stood up, he pushed the pillows away, the mean thug laid on his back with his hips near the end of the bed and his feet flat on the floor. Lionel said, “I told my boys here what you said, that you were willing to do anything to be raped and ripped open and that I got that pussy of yours already for what they need, now get up on his dick.” I got up on the bed, straddled the mean thug, hit the poppers, then slid down on his dick that was all slick with some lube that Lionel had squirted on it. That was strange, they always fucked me pretty dry, but the lube felt good as my ass hurt like hell. The mean thug started pushing his hips up into my ass, and my ass was so open there was no resistance and he went balls deep. Now that my hole was open, his dick did not feel as great, so I was sort of disappointed that this was it. Lionel then said, “Now bitch, time for that special treat I told you about, bend forward onto his chest, that’s it, now push your ass back some, yeah good, OK, stay just like that and hit those poppers.” I put my head to my left side, hit the poppers, and wondered what was happening as the mean thug had stopped fucking and had wrapped his big arms completely around me and was holding me tight to his chest. I then felt Lionel squirting more lotion on my hole and he started working his fingers in beside the dick that was already in there. Aahh that felt so good! Much better, I was feeling full again and I was moaning now with pleasure. Lionel then moved his fingers to the top side of my hole and kind of splayed them out like he was opening my hole more. I was not sure what was going on but then felt him remove his fingers and they were replaced with something bigger and harder – Brock’s dick! BROCK WAS TRYING TO PUSH HIS DICK INTO MY HOLE BESIDE HIS BROTHER’S, well on top of his brothers, in the space where Lionel had just had his fingers. “NO, stop, fuck, NO, please don’t,” I screamed. The mean thug laughed and said, “Faggot bitch, that’s it, cry all you want, but we are tearing that pussy up whether you like it or not until we are done.” Lionel was now working his fingers in my hole again, guiding Brock’s dick and giving Brock instructions on where to stand, how to go slow at first, but once he told him to go ahead, then he could rape it hard to make that pussy bloody and raw. I had taken plenty of cum already and was done, I tried to struggle, but the mean thug held me tight as Lionel worked with Brock, and his dick head then was wedged into my open hole. “Fuck the faggot B,” the mean thug said, “Rape that pussy.” Brock obliged and started pushing his dick further into my ass, with Lionel continuing to instruct him and squirt lube on my hole and wipe it around the two dicks now ripping my ass open. The mean thug lay still, holding me close, while Brock pushed in as far as he could. I am not sure how many inches he actually got it, but my hole was on fire and I was begging, crying, and pleading for them to stop. Lionel then crawled onto the bed and said, “He’s in, let him go man, time to fill that mouth so he shuts up – now you two make him bleed.” The two brothers started fucking, Brock had more motion, while his older brother bucked his hips up. Their dicks began working together to fuck me deeper and wider then I had ever been fucked. They were brutal, and Brock was doing his best to go balls deep, my ass resisting the entire time. Lionel was now standing on the bed, over the mean thugs head, with his dick out, “Open that mouth – let me fuck that throat,” he said as I looked up and he held his dick out, pointing to the spot where I had bit through his foreskin earlier, which was now dark and bruised. I used my arms to push myself up a little off the thug’s chest and opened my mouth. Lionel started throat fucking me, all the while egging on the brothers, “Yeah boys, rape it, rape that white hole, I want to see it bleed, got us a good bitch here, yeah boys, rape it.” As Lionel was talking, what had been nothing but pain changed – I realized I was getting three raw dicks at once! My ass still hurt, but not as much and I wanted them – wanted their cum and wanted to cover their dicks in my AIDs infected blood. I started to moan when I felt Brock stiffen up and shoot his cum. He didn’t say a word, but I guess Lionel could tell as he said, “FUCK YEAH! Cum in that bitch boy! Cum in the faggot, but don’t pull out until your brother is done.” Brock obeyed and kept fucking, mixing his cum in with the blood, lube and making it nice and sloppy for his brother, who shot next. “Fucking faggot cunt! FAGGOT TAKE MY CUM!” he yelled as he shot. I JUST GOT FUCKED RAW BY TWO BROTHERS – TWISTED DNA – HOPING THEY BOTH HAD AIDS. I was now trying to push my ass back onto their dicks – I wanted them deeper – wanted it harder – but Brock pulled out, I yelped in pain, Lionel pulled out of my throat, looked at the mean thug and said, “Can you hold up man? I’m close.” The thug shook his head, so Lionel got off the bed, slid up behind us, and guided his dick into my ass where Brock had just been as he placed his hands on my shoulders, digging his nails into the open bite mark he had left on me. “MAKE ME YOUR BITCH – FUCK ME – RAPE IT – FUCK ME HARDER!” I cried out. I just kept repeating that over and over, trying to push my ass back as Lionel stopped, pulled all the way, slide back in, and did that again. “Yeah bitch, we ripped your pussy good, got you nice and bloody, FUCKING WHITE BITCH – TAKE MY BABIES.” Lionel shot his load, his fingers digging into my shoulders harder. He shook, spasmed, and I felt his cock get thicker as he shot his load. Lionel leaned over onto me, breathing hard, and the mean thug spoke up, “Get the fuck off man, you’re heavy as shit.” Lionel pulled his dick out of my ass, which was followed by a stream of juice. He stepped back, I slide off the thug’s dick, and laid on the bed. I guess Brock had gone into the living room as he was not there. Lionel sat on the bed, while the thug went to look for his brother. Lionel grabbed the bottle of rum, took a big swig, then said, “You ok? We just made you an OREO cookie,” he laughed. I shook my head and said, “I think so.” Lionel nodded and whispered, “You want me to come back sometime on the DL? I need someone who let’s me fuck like I want, a hole to use and abuse, just you and me.” I shook my head yes, Lionel nodded, stood up and went out to the living room. I grabbed a towel, was a little scared by all the blood I wiped off my ass, threw on a pair of gymn shorts and a t-shirt and went out. They were all getting dressed and I noticed a small pile of stuff on the couch – my portable music player/jam box, my portable TV from the bedroom (when did they take that), and a couple bottles of liquor. The mean thug saw I noticed and said, “We told you, you had to pay the tax, so this should cover it for today. Now show us your wallet, we need some cash too.” I handed over what cash was left, and he said, “Now give us your number, I think Brock here may be coming back later tonight, fucker is always horny, and like we said earlier, we need another bitch to whore out, and you got some good pussy that is all broken in now, so be ready when we call.” Brock and his older brother went out the door and I handed my number to Lionel, who smiled wide and said, “Take care of them babies now.” Part 4 - Dr Mike’s House Call and Brock Returns It was now almost 7:00 p.m, we had been fucking, drinking, and partying all damn day. Every step I took hurt, my ass burned, I was pretty buzzed, and I was still bleeding a little. I held in all the cum as long as I could like Dr Mike ordered me to always do, but finally had to use the bathroom. I was a little scared seeing all the red colored juice come out of my ass and when I wiped, there was bright red blood showing and I was afraid maybe something was wrong. Damn! I figured I better call Dr Mike just in case. I called Dr Mike’s private line and did not get an answer, so I called his service and they said they would page him. I was getting more nervous as I waited as there was still blood, and finally Dr Mike called back. “Hello, yes, this is Dr Mike, you called?” God, just hearing his voice made my dick hard, and believe it or not, my ass twitch thinking about him fucking me. What the hell was wrong with me? I explained to Dr Mike what had happened, was afraid he would be upset, so kept saying I was taking as much raw dick as I could like he told me and had even skipped work, but things maybe got a little out of control and I was scared, there just seemed to be too much blood and it had not totally stopped. Dr Mike said, “Well, first, I am glad to hear that you are following orders and doing exactly what I told you. I know who Lionel is, and will have a little chat with him, but, as he seems to be assisting in your treatment, I am not displeased at all, so do not be concerned about that. Frankly, I find this new twist interesting and will have to make a note in your files, especially as it regards this other fellow that I do not know and his little brother, what was his name again? Brock, yes Brock.” “Back to the pressing item of the continued bleeding. I doubt that anything is wrong, it is just your body reacting to something new and previously never experienced, however, I should check you out just to be sure. Relax, keep the area dry, and try not to irritate it. I will be there shortly,” Dr Mike said and then hung up. About 30 minutes later Dr Mike showed up. His smell seemed to fill the room, and as he walked by and his body brushed my arm, my dick got hard, and chest tightened, and I just wanted to kneel at his feet. Dr Mike took off his coat, looked around the living room and said, “It smells like smoke, liquor, and sex in here.” I was not sure if that was good or bad and did not say anything. “Come on, let’s go into the bathroom and see what is going on,” Dr Mike said as he walked down the hall with a small bag he had brought with him. We stepped in the bathroom, I took my shorts off, bent over with my hands on the tub as Dr Mike sat on the toilet, took out one of those little light things they use to look up your nose and in your ears at the doctor’s office, and spread my cheeks. Dr Mike said, “Reach back with one hand and pull your cheek apart, that’s it, OK, now let me look, hmmm, well yes, they fucked you good for sure, gave you a nice swollen rosebud of an ass today, better even then Charles did,” he chuckled, “Charles sure won’t like that when I tell him he was outdone by a couple kids.” Dr Mike continued probing at my hole, asking where it hurt most, first with one finger, then a couple. I yelped a few times, and tried to pull away once or twice, but he carefully continued his exam, including rubbing his fingers over the bite marks on my ass. “Well, it appears that Lionel knows what he is doing as I do not see any permanent damage that is immediately visible, however I need to do a couple more tests. Stand up,” Dr Mike said. I stood up, Dr Mike stood up, guided me in front of the toilet and said, “Bend over again for me.” As I was bending over I could see in the big mirror on the wall that ran from behind the toilet all the way across in front of the sink, that Dr Mike was unbuttoning his pants, he then slipped them off but left his shoes on. What was he planning? I did not ask, as I knew it did not matter, I would do what ever Dr Mike wanted. Dr Mike ran his hands over my ass and pressed and squeezed at the spots where Lionel had bit me. He did not say a word, but kept rubbing my ass. He then spread my cheeks wide with both hands and I felt the head of his dick nestle up next to my swollen and bruised hole. I braced myself for the pain, but he did not push it right in. After what seemed liked a few minutes, I felt a splash of hot liquid at my hole and the sound of liquid hitting the tiled floor, followed by another. I looked up into the mirror and Dr Mike had a look of intense concentration on his face, and then another hot splash hit my hole and this time Dr Mike pushed his dick into my ass balls deep and let loose a hot geyser of piss. I gasped a little as he popped through my bruised ass ring, but it felt great as he went balls deep, and the feeling of his hot piss made me feel full, warm, and wonderful. How much piss did he have? It just kept flowing, and finally Dr Mike finished pissing in my ass, pulled his dick out, trailing piss down my leg and onto the floor as he said, “I’ve been saving that up today, so this is good timing. Clean me up.” I turned around, knelt, and sucked his dick, licking the piss off the shaft, then his balls. “Now the floor,” Dr Mike said, so I then licked up the piss that had splashed on the tile earlier and that had dripped out when he pulled out. I even licked a few stray drops off his shoes. “Get up and let it out in the toilet, but don’t flush it and toss any toilet paper into the trash can, not the toilet, as I need to see what comes out,” Dr Mike said. I turned, sat on the toilet and let the flood of hot liquid come out. Dr Mike had stepped off to the side and was scrounging around in his bag. I finished, wiped, tossed the toilet paper into the trash can and stood up. The toilet was now full of dark golden liquid and Dr Mike stepped over to see, and lifted the seat up as well. “Very good, I do not see any small blood clots or signs of internal trauma, so that is good. Step back here,” Dr Mike said as he had me stand in front of the toilet like before and he got behind me. “Bend over,” he said as I started to put the lid and seat down on the toilet, Dr Mike slapped my ass hard where the bite marks were, “Did I tell you to put that down? No, now bend over, put your hands on the toilet bowl and get your head down there. I want you to smell that, that’s the smell of me in your ass.” I did as Dr Mike said, bent over, and put my head as close down to the toilet full of ass juice and Dr Mike’s piss as I could. Dr Mike then spread my cheeks, and with his left hand slid two fingers up my ass and began digging and clawing at my insides. I was already raw and this sent hot fresh pain through my body. I tensed, but did not say anything. He withdrew his fingers and I could see him in the mirror looking at them, he then licked them off, spread my cheeks with both hands and this time there was no warning as his dick ripped through my ass ring and Dr Mike went balls deep. I cried out. “You like how this hurts?” Dr Mike asked, “What do you want? You want some more toxic cum? You want this cum? Fuck yeah, give you my death cum, take my death cum, let me in your hole, nice AIDS HOLE!!!!” Dr Mike was fucking me hard now and I was whimpering as my head banged against the toilet and the smell of his piss filled my nostrils. “Give me that ass, my good AIDs ass, oh good, GIVE ME YOUR AIDS ASS!!!” Dr Mike said loudly as he cummed in me. He pounded me a couple more times, yanked out in one pull, picked up his little light, turned me around, closed the toilet lid, sat down, and looked at my ass again. He probed at my hole with his fingers and I begged, “Please, I want to taste you, please let me taste you.” Dr Mike paused, continued his exam, shoved three fingers in my hole, worked them around, pulled them out and said, “Here, clean this off.” I sucked his fingers like a calf sucking a cow teat for the first time. He then pushed me down and I licked his dick off, and winced when he grabbed my shoulder. Once clean, he stood up, and told me to take off my shirt. The bite mark from Lionel was swollen, red, and a big black and blue area was forming around it too where he had gnawed and squeezed. Dr Mike shook his head and said, “A bite can be a nasty thing as the human mouth is full of germs. You need to keep this clean, keep this ointment on it, and if it seems to get worse over the next couples days let me know. If you get a good infection, I may take advantage of that for another treatment, however, we cannot let this go on long if that is the case.” I nodded and Dr Mike walked out to the living room and got dressed. “Continue to do as I instructed,” Dr Mike said, “I am very proud of you and your treatment program. You have advanced farther than I had anticipated, so I think it may be time to up your treatment program, so I will have to think about how best to do that. I also want you to come in for some follow-up blood work in a couple weeks. I want to document your viral load, and other issues as I may need to use you for something special in a few months.” Dr Mike went on, “Your ass is fine, you have a few rips in lining of your ass ring, but nothing to be concerned about and most of the pain you are feeling right now is from having your ass ring stretched. Now listen well, I DO NOT WANT YOU BEING FISTED ON A REGULAR BASIS. While what he did today was not really fisting, even that is not something I want you to do often. Occasionally is fine, and knowing your ass can take two dicks at once, well, wait until I tell Charles, I expect he and Roger will be planning a visit with you soon,” Dr Mike laughed loud and hard with that, put his coat on, and left. I was exhausted, it had been a long day, but I was still horny as hell. I went into the bathroom, smelled the piss again that Dr Mike I had put inside me before I flushed the toilet, then stuck my fingers up my ass, worked them around, and took my time licking off the juice that slicked them up. I fingered myself a little more and realized that was just making it worse, do I decided to grab something to eat and crash as it was almost 9:00 p.m. and I had to get some rest for work. I had not been asleep long when the phone rang. I barely registered what it was and heard the answering machine pick up. No one left a message and I was quickly focusing on going back to sleep when the phone rang again. I was awake enough this time to realize what it was, reached over and answered a groggy, “Hello?” “Yo, hey, can I come up,” someone said. “Who is this?” I asked. “Look faggot, I’ll be there in 5 minutes- walking up from the bus stop now,” and he hung up. It must be Brock, his brother said he would come back, but I did not expect that would be tonight. Shit, I have to work tomorrow. In just about 5 minutes the phone rang and I buzzed him. Brock was wearing the same Redskins jersey under his coat, plopped down on the couch and said, “Put that video back on, the one with the guys roughing up the chicks, I liked that, you like that faggot? I think you do, you liked it when we roughed you up,” Brock laughed and continued, “I also want some more of that rum you got, the Bacardi, not that dark Jamaican shit my brother likes, and some smokes too, I need some smokes.” Damn, I think that was more words in 15 seconds than he had said to me all day. I put the movie in the VCR, turned on the stereo and moved the small speaker back by the door, went to the kitchen and got the rum and smokes for Brock. I came back and Brock was naked and already hard and stroking his dick watching the poor girl on the tape get slapped, her hair pulled, and pillaged by a group of black guys. I smiled and shook my head and said, “Damn man, don’t you ever get soft?” Brock looked at me, laughed, and said, “Naw, I’m always hard, but especially if I have been partying, I can then fuck for hours, and that’s where I just came from, partying with my brothers. Most chicks can’t take me, not only because I got a big dick, but they just cannot keep up and make me stop. But you faggot, you hung in there today and you can’t make me stop can you? No, I don’t think. so You won’t call the cops, fucking pigs in DC won’t help you if you call saying some dick raped you especially when they hear what a slut you are for dick.” He was right, who would I call, and he knew I was a slut and whore for big dick, so fine. He wanted to be the big man in charge, let’s see what he had. “Yeah man, you’re right, so right, but usually a guy your size, who’s alone now, can’t force me to do anything. I am bigger than you and you wouldn’t want your bother to know some faggot beat your ass would you?” Brock set his drink down, put the cigarette between his teeth, reached into his coat, and pulled out a pocket knife that he then opened. “This is what puts me in charge faggot, you got that? This! So who’s in charge now?” Brock said. Good, boy who wanted to prove he’s in charge, but I think he needed some help learning. “Relax man, be cool, I’m just shitting with you, you’re right, you’re in charge, and don’t be afraid to show me. Your brother is not here and whatever we do stays with us.” Brock sat back, put the knife back in his pocket, nodded, and kept smoking. When he was finished I asked him, “Want to go in the bathroom and fuck? I think you will like looking in the mirror.” Brock said, “Yeah,” so we got up and he followed me into the bathroom. I did not stop in the bedroom and get the poppers as I wanted to feel this, and figured my ass was plenty open from earlier as I had taken Dr Mike OK. Brock was stroking his dick and I told him, “Get as rough and nasty as you want man, I can take it like no chick can, so whatever you want to do.” I bent over and watched Brock as he watched himself and me in the mirror. Brock tried shoving his dick in, but my ass was pretty dry now, so I said, “We can do whatever you want, and if you want to use some lotion that is cool, you will slide right in, but frankly won’t hurt all that much. But, if you want to make it hurt and maybe bleed again like before, just a little spit on your dick or around my hole is enough to get you in.” Brock nodded, spit on his hand, rubbed it on the head of his dick and tried again. It was still pretty dry, but there was enough spit to let him force his dick into my ass and tear me up a little as he did. I told him, “Good man, that was good, now pull it all the way out, spit on it some more, and do that again. Do that a couple times until it gets wet, and to make it really hurt keep pulling all the way out and fuck as deep and hard as you can.” He did exactly as I said, who was in charge here? Made me laugh a little on the inside, but I then focused on taking his big dick. I looked in the mirror and Brock had a cross between a smile and a sneer on his face. “Does that feel good? You like that pussy? Huh? You gonna rape that hole?” I asked. Brock just nodded his head, reached forward, using both hands he grabbed my hair, and even though my hair was not that long, it was enough for him to yank my head backwards and he fucked. “Yeah boy, that’s it, fuck it good, fuck yeah! Man you fuck way better than your brother and your dick is bigger too, yeah make it hurt now, make it hurt, MAKE IT BLEED!!” Brock seemed to like to hear me talk dirty so I kept up and he just keep smiling and fucking rough and deep. Little did he know I wanted his dick covered with my blood for other reasons – I wanted to infect him, POZ him, give him a lifetime of sharing toxic cum with unwilling and unknowing pussies and other faggots. After a while he started doing big, long, deep strokes, “Give me that cum! Cum up my pussy – fuck this faggot, make this faggot your pussy, show this faggot WHO IS IN CHARGE?” Brock yanked my hair harder, went balls deep, and gave me another load. He was breathing hard as he pumped in and out of my hole, “Felt so good man, so good, now to make it hurt more, when you are ready, pull out all at once, quick and hard, will feel like you are ripping my guts out.” Brock did as he was told, and I immediately knelt down and looked at his slimey covered dick. He was still pretty hard as I sucked and licked him clean, making Brock moan. He then pulled away and said he had to piss. “Piss in my mouth,” I said, “Or up my ass, let me take it for you like a faggot should.” Brock looked shocked, confused, disgusted, but his dick stayed hard and he took a few seconds to reply so I knew he was thinking out it. “Naw man, I’m not into all that nasty shit,” he said, so I said, “No problem man,” and went back out to the living room knowing I might not get his piss tonight, but I would get it. Brock came out, sat back on the couch, lit up a smoke, and drank, and I started drinking too. I realized there was no way I was going to be able to work the next morning so went into the bedroom, called the office and left a message saying I had not felt well, had to have the doctor come to my apartment, and would not be in tomorrow either. I went back out and even half hard, Brock’s dick was meaty and impressive and I wanted more, but knew I had to take it easy with him. Brock reached into his coat, grabbed something and went into the bathroom and closed the door. He came back out, stuffed whatever he had back into his coat, sat back and lit up another cigarette. He smoked two more right in a row and with every puff it seemed his dick got a little bigger and harder watching the porn. He asked me what else I had for movies, so I showed him, and he decided he liked the one we were watching so I hit rewind and started the tape again. “Suck my dick faggot,” Brock said, so I got on my knees in front of the couch, looked up at him and said, “Just let me know how you want to do this. You can let me suck you like I sucked your bother in the library or here earlier and let me do the work, or if you want to get really nasty I can lay down with my head over the edge of the couch and you can rape my throat.” Brock set the drink down, put out his cigarette and said, “Get on the couch.” I got up, sat on the couch, swung my legs up and onto the back of the couch and scooted my ass as far back as I could so my head was hanging off the front. I opened my mouth and looked up to see Brock’s balls and dick moving towards me. He pushed his dick down into my throat and I tried to swallow to allow him to go deep like Charles did when he raped my throat. Brock thrust several times, but it was a bad angle, so I pushed him to the side and said, “I think it will work better if you lean forward a bit, then you can angle your dick down my throat. Remember, you’re in charge so rape it man.” Brock shook his head, and did as I told him, angled forward and started fucking my throat. I opened and swallowed and his dick went deep. I started to gag, but Brock kept fucking. Not bad for his first time, but he stopped after a minute and said, “Naw, I don’t like this, I want to fuck.” So I swung my legs around and laid on my stomach flat on the couch. Brock climbed onto me and I told him, “Here, let me spread my cheeks open, and if you want to make it hurt, line up your dick head then punch it deep and hard as you can.” He did as I instructed and soon Brock’s big black dick was fucking me again. Brock was now watching the movie and fucking in almost a mimicked rhythm to the guys on the screen. He fucked for a while and good thing he was not as physically big as his brother or else I would not have been able to breathe. He started to pick up the pace, so I knew he was close, and as he fucked faster I spread my cheeks to he could go deep. When I did, Brock moaned, adjusted his weight a little and bit down onto my shoulder where Lionel had bit me. I screamed out, he bit harder and shot his cum. He continued to bite down on my shoulder as his dick softened up a little, but he continued pumping and grinding and before long his dick was fully hard again. Brock was watching the movie again and kept pumping and grinding and his dick felt so good in my ass. After a while he stopped, got up, rummaged in his coat pocket and went to the bathroom. “Damn faggot! You got some good pussy,” Brock said when he came back. “You like this dick don’t you? You like being fucked huh?” I said, “Yes, please, fuck me hard, can you fuck some more? Harder, nastier?” Brock patted his coat pocket, and said, “I plan to fuck you all night, can make sure of that.” I got down onto the floor, laid on my back, lifted my legs and held them back, and said, “Come on then, no spit this time just use the cum you already gave me, I want it to hurt bad, see how rough you can fuck.” Brock took the bait as his dick immediately was back to life. Brock got down on the floor, positioned himself over me and said, “You want it faggot?” I took one hand and guided his dick to my hole, lifted my legs a little further back and said, “Now – rape it with that big black dick!!!” I screamed when he slammed it in and Brock showed no mercy as he pummeled my hole. I begged him to fuck me harder, faster, deeper like the chick being gangbanged on the TV, and Brock obeyed. After a while he said he needed a break and I was disappointed that he stopped and without cumming in me, but understood. I had him follow me into the bathroom so he could see how bruised and bloody my hole was and assured him I liked that, and wanted more. The sight of my bruised hole turned him on as he immediately got down behind me and started tongue fucking me, lapping at my ass, and I knew he was getting the metallic taste of blood along with his cum. THE MORE WAYS I COULD EXPOSE HIM TO MY AIDS, THE BETTER. That was how the rest of the night went and a good part of the next day. Brock visiting the bathroom with the contents of his coat pocket, his dick getting hard and needing attention, and me instructing him on new and different ways in which to fuck me rougher and harder. By the time he left I could barely take a step and called off work the next day too to recover. I saw Brock pretty frequently after that first night and the boy never disappointed. Lionel came to see me alone a number of times and a couple times with some other big dicked DL guys he pimped me out to. I also got to see Lionel, Brock and his brother all together a few times too when they were feeling really freaky and wanted to double dick me down. All stories for another time.

The Mandingo Taggers Lately I have been cruising Craigslist and have found plenty of ‘straight men’ from the non-men4-men sections more than willing to let me suck them off, or on occasion, when I get them really hard, willing to let me bend over so they can unload in my ass. I never tell them I am POZ as they never ask – so I find it hot as hell taking their neg dicks especially from the guys who insist over and over they only play safe until they have a raw hole in front of them. This past weekend I had gotten a good supply of Tina and was horny as hell. I had hit the usual gay websites, picked up a few loads, including two from an AIDs fucker top – woof! It was not enough, I needed more cum and raw dick, so I hit Craigslist, it was about 10:00 p.m., so I thought my chances of getting someone who had been drinking and was horny might be pretty good. One of my favorite sections on Craigslist is the MM4W ads, where two or more guys are looking to gangbang a woman and there are always a few posts that make my ass twitch and ache for dick. This was one of those times as the second ad down was from two black guys who called themselves the ‘Mandingo Taggers’ and were looking for “..a white pussy who can take 10 inch pipe in all 3 holes – fucking NOW!! No GAMES – we fucking NOW!!” There were a few pictures with the ad, the first dick looked long and thick, cut, hard and resting on a chair between nice, firm black legs. The second was long, also cut, dark, and was standing straight up as the guy was taking the picture laying down and in the background is a TV with porn on. Unlike most ads, this one had face pics too. The first guy looked to be in his late 20s, with a thin mustache and a chin beard, white baseball cap, and a gray t-shirt that said ‘Westpoint’ in white letters. The other guy looked about the same age, with shaved head that had 5-oclock shadow, clean face, and no shirt. His face pic was not as clear but I swear I had seen him post in the past on the M4T (Men for Cross Dressers/Transsexuals) section of Craigslist. As I looked at the other ads I noticed these guys had several ads up going back to early that morning looking for a woman to bang. The first one started out pretty PG, “A group of professional well hung black males are looking for One lady for a wonderful GANGBANG experience TONIGHT or later this week.” But as the day progressed and they apparently had no luck, their ads became shorter and more blunt until the one that caught my eye. ‘Mandingo Taggers’ looking for “..a white pussy who can take 10 inch pipe in all 3 holes – fucking NOW!! No GAMES – we fucking NOW!!” When I am horny and fucked up on Tina, I get pretty bold, so I snorted a few big lines, and figured what the fuck, all they can do is not reply. I replied to their ad and attached a picture of me on my hands and knees, my big white ass front and center, and a pair of red lace panties pulled down just below my ass to show off the way to my hole. I have found it is amazing how much ‘straight guys’ are willing to look past if there is a pair of red lace panties around. I told the Mandingo Taggers how much I needed big black dick in my ass pussy, I could take all the pipe they got, and was willing to let them fuck however they wanted to, and would do anything. I ended with, “PS – I can be generous with $300 as I am a bottom guy and know that may not be exactly what you were looking for, but I’m a white pussy willing to please and don’t mind it being anonymous – don’t need to see your faces.” While I had their pics from Craigslist, I knew most of those were fake, so figured they may like that. I hit the send button and waited, assuming I would hear nothing, but about 2 minutes later got an email back. Damn that was quick, and a good sign. They asked for my number to text me to confirm if I was real, I needed to understand they were not gay, but if the hustle was true, they could handle that. I texted them right away, promised my offer of $300 was true as long as they pounded my pussy good. They replied with an address and ‘put the panties on.’ The rush of excitement was amazing as my adrenaline mixed with the Tina and made my ass wet as I thought about all that dick. I did a couple more lines, grabbed my poppers, a small brown bottle filled with Tina, my wallet and headed out. A quick stop at the ATM and cab ride and I was on the other side of town. The address they gave me was in Southeast DC, and a pretty rough part of town, but I did not care, I just wanted some raw dick and I was hoping for even more, hoping they were infected with something to give me as I played roulette with my ass. The front door to the building was locked, the two guards at the desk looked at me, buzzed me in, and when I signed in they sort of looked at each other like “what the fuck?” They must not get a lot a lot of white guys there, alone, late on a Saturday night as one of them stepped out from behind the desk and offered to walk me down to the elevators. Like I said, the Tina makes me bold, and the rent-a-cop was hot, and I swear his left hand was rubbing the bulge that ran down his leg as we walked, so when we got near the elevator I saw the hallway was cleared, took out my small brown bottle, showed it to the rent-a-cop and said, “Hey, before I head up, you interested in a little?” His eyes focused on the bottle, looked at me, back at the bottle, and he said, “Um, yeah, man, not here.” He stepped several feet down the hall, pulled his key ring away from his waist, and turned a lock in a door that had an EXIT sign above it. He stepped through, I followed and we were in a little hallway that led to a back door. I handed him the bottle, he opened it, tapped a small pile of Tina onto his finger, then sniffed it. He repeated that, then handed it to me and I did the same. He shook his head back and forth real quick as it kicked in, said, “Thanks,” then we went back into the hallway and I caught the elevator. As the doors slid close I knew the bulge in his pants was even bigger now – thank the Tina!! I opened the bottle again and did a huge hit, I wanted to be fucked up for this and have my ass relaxed as much as possible. I was tempted to do a booty bump, but decided best not to get caught with my finger up my ass. I stepped off the elevator and started down the hall. The entire hallway smelled like weed, there was loud music, people talking, noisy party place for sure. The apartment number they gave me was the next to the last apartment on the right side. I pushed the little door bell button by the peephole, heard it ring, and waited. A few people came out of an apartment down the hall and went to the elevator but paid me no mind. I pushed the bell again and heard a couple chains undone and the deadbolt turned. The door opened into a dark hallway with the flickering of a TV in a room at the other end. I was enveloped by a cloud of smoke from weed, and knew these dudes were as fucked up as I was, so yeah this should be fun. I could not see who opened the door as he was behind it, but stepped through and into the hallway. A really deep voice said, “Go on,” as he put his hand on my back and pushed me forward. I walked down the hall and into the living room/dining room. The only light in the apartment was coming from the porn on the TV – a bleached blond woman being gangbanged by four big dicked black guys. DAMN! There was a huge couch just to my right that took up most of the living area that was facing the TV. It was one of those deep seated, soft couches made for chilling and near the end was a black guy with some hot tats on his chest, naked, except for a dark colored bandana covering the lower half of his face and sunglasses. He looked like a bandit, but I wanted to laugh as all I could think was how would you do a stick up naked? But he had the gun for it, a huge black dick, sticking straight up, that he was stroking. His dick was shiny from the lube and he was intent on the TV as he was stretched out and laid back, stroking. There was a big coffee table in front of the couch that had a few boxes of Magnums spilling out, ashtrays, some glasses, and several porn DVD cases. Damn – didn’t want the condoms for sure, but if that was the only way I could get their dick I would take it covered if I had to. The guy behind me pushed me forward again, “Let me see those panties,” he said. I slipped my sneakers off, took off my pants, and bent over a little so he could have a good look. As I did I looked back at him. Was not sure which guy he was from the pictures, but like his friend he had a dark colored bandana covering the lower part of his face, but no sun glasses. His eyes were glassy and fucked up looking and he started pushing at my shirt, getting it out of the way. I pulled my shirt up under my arms, bent all the way over, and showed him my white ass and the red panties. I knew this Mandingo Tagger liked what he was looking at as he started pulling the panties to the side and rubbing a thick finger in my ass crack. The guy on the couch was now looking at us as the guy behind me pushed up close so I could feel his big hard dick and started walking me towards his friend with his body. I walked forward towards the end of the couch that had a big bottle of WET lube on it, and turned around so the Mandingo Tagger on the couch could have a look at my ass as I bent over and started sucking the first guy’s dick. His dick was hard, thick, and heavy like a club. Uncut, so that picture was accurate, and I was in heaven. I could not wait to get his dick and was sucking it as best I could. The guy sitting on the couch twirled a finger inside the edge of the panties, and as he stood up, pulled them to the side. He squirted some lube, slipped a finger up my ass, and started finger-fucking me. I was moaning as I sucked and tried to pitch my voice high so it sounded more feminine. He set the bottle of lube onto the coffee table, grabbed a set of the Magnum condoms, ripped one off, and stepped back behind me. I continued sucking the first guy not sure I was doing OK as he was not saying a word or really even moaning, but I just kept at it. I could hear the guy behind me fumbling with the Magnum packet, tear it open, and then felt a line of cold lube squirted down the crack of my ass. His fingers found my hole again and I could hear him jacking his dick, getting it ready. I could tell he had a condom on when he started to push his dick in as it seemed to catch and did not want to go. He pushed, squirted some more lube and I backed my ass up best I could while still keeping the dick in my mouth. The guy behind me grabbed my hips and started pumping – calm, steady, short stabbing pumps. While he had a big dick it just felt like he was only in the outer part of my ass, so my moaning of pleasure became moans of begging, wanting him deeper. Fucking condoms! After a few minutes the guy I was sucking pulled away and went and sat down on the couch where the other guy had been. When he did, the guy behind me started to pull out, and again the condom sort of caught, and I could tell pulled part way off as he had to yank the empty part of it out of my ass as he pulled all the way out. He turned me around and I bent over the soft arm of the couch and guy sitting there guided my head to his dick. My ass was high and waiting and the guy who had been fucking slipped back into my ass. He was fucking me RAW!! He slid in so easily and there was no catching I was sure he was barebacking me – YES!!!! In my excitement I started moving my hips and tried backing up to meet each thrust, while keeping the other dick in my mouth. He must have taken the condom all the way off when we changed positions. The Mandingo Tagger fucking me picked up his pace and was now grunting as he fucked. The guy I was sucking now put his hand on my head and pressed up and down as he said, “Yeah boy, fuck that white girl pussy, fuck her blond pussy.” The guy behind me then put one foot up on the arm of the couch to my right and angled me to the left just a little as he now slammed my ass, while his buddy encouraged him. I was moaning like a woman as best I could with a raw dick in my mouth and another pounded my pussy. “Ugh, uh, UGHH!!!!” The guy fucking me moaned and I felt him unload in my ass. On Tina I swear my ass is more sensitive and I knew I felt every squirt of his cum inside me, and man did he cum. It seemed to take him forever to stop nutting up my ass and once he was done, he continued to work it in and kept pumping. I was hoping he would go for round two, but he dropped his foot, yanked his cock out and said, “Where’s the money?” Damn- guess that was all I was getting, so I stood up, turned and said, “In my left front pocket.” I watched as he walked over towards the hallway, his big dick swinging with each step and wanted to ask for more. The guy on the couch then said, “Keep sucking me.” So, I bent back over the arm of the couch, but he guided me around in front of him so I was kneeling between his legs sucking his dick as he watched the porn. A few minutes later I heard a door close and stopped and looked up and the guy I was sucking said, “He went in the other room. I want to fuck that pussy now.” So I stood up The guy I had been sucking turned me around, backed me up and made me sit on the couch. He pushed my legs back as he half stood/half squatted over my open asshole, his legs spread to the side. He lifted my legs up so they were pushed back by his arms as he leaned forward a bit and I put my arms around his neck. Standing/squatting over my hole like he was, he then put his long arms down each side of my body, with his hands cupping my ass, spreading my hole for his dick. He did not stop and grab a condom – yes he was FUCKING ME RAW too!!! He didn’t grab any lube either, just used what the first Mandingo Tagger had left in my hole as he worked the head into my raw ass and then slid deep in my slicked up guts. “That’s it baby, work that white pussy for me, come on baby, ride this dick – ride Daddy’s dick – fuck – goddam!!” This guy was pretty verbal and I loved it. I pitched my voice again, and said, “Please fuck my pussy, fuck it hard, give me your big black pole, fuck me, fuck me!!!” He started fucking even harder, and the way he was standing/squatting he could really dig and power fuck me and I truly felt like a pussy as he continued to use his hands to spread my hole for his huge black dick. I wanted his cum so bad and was afraid he would pull out, as he got closer. “Please give it to me, please give me those black babies – give me your babies,” I said. This turned him on as he grunted and said, “Oh YEAH”. So I kept it up, “Breed my pussy, cum in me, breed my pussy, GIVE ME YOUR BABIES!!!” His fingers then dug into my ass as he slam fucked and unloaded inside me, moaning, groaning, twisting his face and shaking his head as his load exploded into my white pussy. He only pumped about twice more before pulling out and letting my legs fall. He was breathing hard, stood up, shook his head, and stepped to the other end of the couch, grabbed a t-shirt that was balled up there, and used it to wipe my ass funk off his dick. I stood up, asked him if he was up for more. He just shook his head no, so I went over, picked up my clothes and got dressed. When I reached into my pockets I confirmed his friend had found the cash and told him that, but also realized his friend took my money to get home. “Can I get money for a cab or Metro I asked?” The Tagger just shook his head no and started pushing me towards the door, the bandana still on his face. Fuck! Oh well, guess I could walk if I had to, at least he did not take my Tina. I took a hit of Tina in the elevator and when I got to the first floor passed several people who were just coming in. I stopped at the front desk and the two rent-a-cops I saw when I came in were still there and the one I had shared the Tina with hit his buddy on the arm when I walked up. I pulled my bottle of Tina out, smiled and said, “Hey guys – what’s up? You won’t believe this, but I seem to have misplaced my cash for my ride home. Is there any way you guys might be able to help me out – or maybe I could help you out?” They both laughed and the one I had shared the Tina definitely rubbed his bulge, pointed with his thumb to an open door leading to a bathroom behind them in the office as he said, “Pay to play baby, pay to play,” as he unlocked the office door to the left of the desk and invited me in.

Part 2 – The Leather Lord’s Continue Their Training and the Return of Dr Mike The hood muffled all other sounds in the room so the only noise filling my head was my own whimpering and gasping breath as I tried to recover from the brutal rape fuck Charles and his Son, Roger, had just given me. My legs and arms felt numb and I was still chained into the sling. The warm mix of cum, blood, and gonnorhea drip was running out my hole and my ass was left gaping, and torn up from their assault. I lay tied up in the sling for a while and finally felt someone uncuff my hands and help me back up off the sling. I had a hard time finding my footing and standing, and heard both Charles and Roger laugh as I stumbled. “Fuck Sir, you fucked him silly!” Roger said as he laughed. Yeah, real funny, he may have a big dick, but witty he was not. But I was just trying to focus on standing up as with the hood on and not being able to see I felt even more off balance. “You feel like you got to shit boy? Huh?” Charles said as he slapped the side of my head. “Speak up. Do you? Well you’re not going to. There is a reason I told you not to eat and Dr Mike already had you trained to be clean and prepared, that’s because we plan to fuck you deep, and that feeling you got right now down in your guts, you know what that is?” he asked as he slapped me again, “That’s called ‘being fucked out’ – that’s what that’s called.” I then felt three gloved fingers dig up into my ass and I yelped as I rewarded with shocks of pain and laughter. “Yes boy, we just started to open you up and you better keep everything we gave you all up that ass. Now Son here is a bit thirsty, so if you have to piss, now is the time to do it, you understand?” Charles said as he slapped my head again. “When you feel his mouth on you, you relax and let it go and don’t worry, you are going to get it all back.” Roger let go of me, I still felt a bit wobbly, but managed to stay standing. I had never pissed in someone’s mouth before and expected him to be rough, but he wasn’t as he gently guided the head of my dick to his open mouth. I felt like I had to piss so bad, but nothing happened as the pressure in my ass made it difficult to relax enough to piss. Charles finally said, “Here, drink this up first, it should help,” as he handed me another drink. I managed to find my mouth and down it and felt the warmth of the liquor kick in. Roger then pushed a finger up into me between my balls and my asshole. For some reason that made me feel like I wanted to piss even more and I was able to relax enough to get a little bit out, and as that came, relaxed some more, and once the stream got going good and strong Roger clamped his mouth completely around my dick and swallowed all my piss. He then stood up, grabbed my face between his hands, and fed me some of my piss back into my mouth and worked it around with his tongue. “Kneel,” Charles said. “You better swallow every drop of what I give you,” he said as he opened my mouth with his leather gloved fingers and guided the head of his dick in. Luckily he was not hard, but even soft his dick was still really big. I felt his dick pulse, twitch, throb and him shift a little bit, he then grabbed the back of my head, push me onto his dick a little more and started pissing. His piss was burning hot and tasted dark and rotten. It felt like it was coating my throat as it slid down into my stomach and as it reached my guts, I felt suddenly full, and hot, and like I had just ate a huge meal. His stream seemed to last forever and I was having a hard time keeping up and started to choke and gag and some of it actually came out my nose, but I didn’t pull all the way off his dick, which pleased him. “Good, very good boy, I saw how you fought to keep taking it, I like that I told you, want to see you fight – fight to resist me but also fight to please me. You see that Son?” Roger’s voice was muffled and was followed by some large scuffing sounds like something was being moved. I soon felt gloved hands helping me up and then Roger’s beard as he forced my mouth open with his, held my head, and started working his tongue around tasting what was left of Charles’ piss. “Alright, enough of that,” Charles barked, “Get the fuck over here, he has had more than enough rest, more than he deserves.” With that Roger pushed/led me further back into the room until I bumped into something in front of me. Charles was right in front of my face, “Remember when Dr Mike told you to practice your breathing? Whether you are being fucked, or sucking, or something, you must stay in control of your body – at least in your mind. You know I control your body here, but up there (as he slapped my head) that is you, and you need to learn to focus. Help him up.” Roger then pushed me forward into what I had bumped into and as I put my hands out and landed half on, half off, it felt like a big plastic or vinyl pillow, or bench or something. Roger pushed at my ass and I got on my hands and knees. “No, no, too high,” Charles said as Roger then pulled me back. I heard scuffling as something was moved, then Roger pushed me forward again until my head hit something hard. “Yes, good,” Charles said, as Roger pushed me forward a foot or so, he then let go and I could feel gloved hands rubbing my welted and bloody ass. Someone then was pulling me forward a bit, and someone beside me was half raising me up as my arms were spread and my neck and wrists were placed on something hard as I was made to be half leaning forward with my arms bent at about a 90 degree angle, but still on my knees. “Keep your head down, don’t move,” Roger said. I then felt pressure as something closed in around my neck and wrists and I heard the sound of metal on wood. The Leather Lords had just locked me in a wooden stock like the Pilgrims put witches in and shit – fuck! There was just raw wood around my wrists with not much space for me to wiggle my arm in a twisting motion, and the hole definitely was not big enough to get my hand out. The hole my neck was through had some padding, but I soon realized I had to sort of lean my weight against my arms to help hold me upright. “Here, move your knees a up a little” Charles said as he slid something else under me, and I realized I was now just a little bit higher so the pressure on my neck was less. “Those fucking gym mats come in handy for lots of things, but especially getting a hole at just the right height,” Charles said, “And remember what I told you before,” he continued as he leather gloved hand was now rubbing my ass, then slapped me hard, first one cheek, then the other, “I own you today and I WILL NOT HOLD BACK.” With that the cold steel of Charles’ cock ring forced it’s way into my ass, followed by his horse dick, reopening the shreds in my guts that had dried close with blood and reigniting the pain in my ass. I screamed out, no words, just primal pain as his weight forced my body forward against the wood stocks, and my knees and body absorbed the brunt of his forceful pushing up my ass. The way I was angled his dick did not just go straight in as it did in the sling, but hit the back of my guts with each thrust and then tore its way upwards on a path of destruction. Charles must have known the effect this would have and as I tried to twist and pull away – with nowhere to run – he fucked harder. As he fucked I felt him lean a bit over me so that part of his chest was on my upper back and his arms above mine, he grabbed onto the stock for leverage. I could feel the heat from his body, his sweat, and his voice now telling me how he was raping me with his AIDs filled dick. I could not help it and started crying again, a mix of pain but also frustration. I could not move, I had NO control, and that frustrated the fuck out of me. I tried to buck my hips and get the weight of him off me, I tried moving my arms, hoping to jab him or something to make him stop a minute – if I could just get a breath – a little break. Nothing worked however, so I just had to take it. The pain was just as intense, but somehow less now, and I then realized I did not know where Roger was. I soon found out as Charles yanked his dick out of me and I felt Roger and his beard as he licked at my bruised and welted ass and hole just before slamming his dick in and adding a new layer of pain to my torn ass as he raped me again. Charles was now in front of me, he slapped my hooded head a couple times as he moved the tip of his dick back and forth across my mouth. His dick pulled away, he leaned down, and through the sound the stock was making as Roger breeded my ass raw, and my own whimpers, his voice carried as he said, “We will now see how well you have learned to breathe.” His leather gloved fingers from one hand were shoved into my mouth and forced my mouth open and wide. Fingers from his other hand joined them and they dig and clawed at my gums, the inside of my cheeks, my tongue and more at my gums. He then shoved what was like a big toothbrush into my mouth and started scraping at my gums, tongue, and cheeks and I could taste blood as he made my mouth raw. Charles then knelt down in front of me and started spitting into my mouth. After each spit, he would run one of his fingers all around inside my mouth, digging at it, working his spit in with the blood. Charles stood up, pushed the ring at the head of his dick into my open my mouth and said, “Lick my piss hole, I want you to suck out all of the gonorrhea drip and move it around your shredded mouth with your tongue.” So I did, I began digging at the hole with my tongue and as he oozed drip and precum then coated my mouth with it. In one thrust Charles then shoved as much of his dick into my mouth as he could, which was not a lot as he was fucking huge and the surprise made me try to clamp my jaws shut and he quickly pulled back out. Charles slapped me hard twice and said, “Fuck – here – hit these poppers and when I say open that fucking mouth now, you better do it as I am going to kill that gag reflex.” So I inhaled deeply several times and felt the rush of the poppers kick in. Roger was still slam fucking my ass and was now moving a bit from side to side instead of just straight in and out like he was trying to widen my hole up. Charles then grabbed the sides of my head, I opened my mouth and he shoved his dick in as far as it would go. I started to gag, and choke, I could not breathe, and was trying to push him out with my tongue. He pulled back a little and as I gasped for breath he slapped me hard and then slammed his dick in my throat as hard as he could. It hit the back of my throat and with my neck angled and stretched like it was in the stock it pushed right on until my airway was completely blocked and filled with dick. I was struggling hard now to breathe and Charles withdrew his dick part way and I gulped for air, he then slapped me hard, slammed his dick forward again and once more I was choking and dying for air. This time he left it there a couple seconds, but it felt like an eternity as I could not breathe. Roger just kept fucking, but now the pain in my ass was nothing – all focus was on trying to breathe and even breathing through my nose did nothing as my entire throat was filled with raw Leather Lord dick, tears streamed down my face inside the hood and the pressure in my head was incredible. My stomach and insides started to revolt and this time when Charles pulled back, his dick was followed by the piss and JD that had been in my stomach as I threw up all around his dick and it started to spill out the sides of my mouth. He pulled his dick all the way out of my mouth and said, “Yeah that’s it, let it out, let it out. Here – hit the poppers again.” Just as I finished Roger started whipping my ass as he fucked me with the leather stick and I screamed in pain. Charles just laughed, pushed his dick into my mouth and slammed it down my throat again. This time he held it even longer and again when he pulled back his dick was followed with what was left in my stomach. I gulped in huge breaths of air and was waiting for the poppers, but none came, just his dick forcing my mouth open again. Charles then grabbed my head again between his hands and started rape fucking my throat. He did not pull out all the way again, just enough so that if I breathed through my nose I could get a little air if I timed it right. I was focusing on that, only that, just trying to breath as his big AIDs dick fucked my throat and Roger continued to fuck my ass. Charles then slowed his fucking down, “No, no, don’t want to cum yet, you still have some more practice to do.” He now shoved his dick in as far as it would go and held it there. I was fighting to breathe and clawing in the air with my locked up hands trying to grasp any breath. After what seemed like an eternity Charles pulled out far enough for me to get some air and I was panting through my nose like a race horse. Once more Charles shoved his dick fully into my throat and this time he did not pull out and as I fought and fought to breathe the more his dick seemed to press against the walls of my throat, and I soon passed out. As I came back around Charles was patting the side of my face and it took me a bit to focus on his voice, “There you go, come on now boy, that’s it, go ahead Son.” Roger who was no longer fucking me, started whipping my ass again, I screamed out, Charles laughed and said, “Fuck, nothing better than to bring you back to your sense than a good whipping, don’t stop Son, that’s it, he’s squirming good now, time to go for another round.” With that Charles started throat fucking me again and filling my throat with his dick. This time though, I didn’t fight, I just relaxed, focused on trying to breathe, and embraced it, trying to think how fucking hot it was that he was raping my throat and raping the gag reflex right out of me. Roger continued to whip me and I could not help moaning and whining, but I now wanted it, wanted them both, maybe it was because I was still light headed, but I did not want them to stop. Charles was not rough fucking my throat now, he was pushing in nice and slow, resting a bit, and slowly pulling out as his hands massaged my throat, easing the path for his dick. I found my rhythm in breathing and did not panic each time he closed my throat off and tried to flex the muscles in my neck in time to his big gloved hands. Charles then pulled his dick out, I sucked in a few gulps of air and asked, “Please Sir, please, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!!” My begging was rewarded with Charles’ wet, gonno covered dick sliding back into my mouth. As he got it in Charles asked, “You want it deep? Want me to choke you on my dick again? That what you want boy?” I could not speak, only gurgle, moan, and nod my head a little yes. Inside I was screaming for him to choke me on his dick again, I had never felt anything like that in my life. Charles understood, he understood I had just given myself willingly to him to fuck how he wanted and he rewarded me by shoving his dick as far down my throat as he could, ensuring he was in as he held both sides of my head in his leathered, gloved hands, and once again he choked me out on his fat, thick, AIDs horse dick. This time when I came around Roger was kissing me, tonguing my mouth, and when I started to moan he pulled off and Charles said, “Very good boy, that was more than I expected from you today, so I am pleased to say the least. Your throat is going to hurt like hell for a while. It will hurt to swallow and hurt to breathe, and every time you do you will remember how I felt inside you won’t you? Wishing I was choking you again, won’t you?” I shook my head yes as Charles continued. “My Son here is now anxious to see what you can do, so you need to please him like you pleased me.” Roger slid his dick in my mouth and I did not resist. I welcomed it, wanted it, and wanted him to fuck my throat like Charles had, and he did. I could hear Charles coaching him, guiding him, and Roger went from fucking hard and fast and slamming my throat, to slowing down and pausing when he was in deep. I was pretty sure now that his dick was thicker than Charles’ as it seemed he stretched my mouth and throat even more. He slowed his fucking, holding his dick deep in my throat as I relaxed, letting him choke me on his infected meat. Unlike Charles though, he did not choke me out, but pulled back out and too soon my throat and mouth were empty. I was breathing hard and tried to speak, to ask for more, but couldn’t. My throat hurt so bad, and clenched when I tried. Roger opened the stock, helped back up off the mats and stand up. I was dizzy, my legs were really cramping, but I was clearly horny and enjoyed it as my dick was hard as a rock. “Here, drink a little of this water, then I got a big shot of JD for you,” Charles said. It hurt when I swallowed the water, and I winced. I then drank the JD and that hurt too, and burned as it went down. Roger then led me to the platform bed and with every step I felt wetness run out my ass. Roger turned me around, he sat on the bed, and guided me down onto his dick. I gasped as his big cock filled my torn ass up and could not believe it when I realized I had him completely inside of me as his bull balls pressed against my ass. Charles grabbed my head and said, “Son has learned well today, so as his reward, he gets to use you now as he wishes. You will obey him just as you obeyed me.” I shook my head yes as Roger wrapped his arms around my chest, pulled me tight towards him, and started pumping my ass. Roger then pulled me backwards as he laid back onto the bed, with me on my back on his chest. He placed his feet up on the bed and then continued fucking my ass, nice, steady, and deep. After a while Roger rolled me to the right and onto my side, and before he continued held the poppers under my nose. “Here, take a hit, you got my dick all revved to go.” I hit the poppers and Roger then lifted my left leg so he could mount my hole the way he wanted. I don’t think he liked that position as he quickly yanked his dick out and said, “I need to smoke.” He got up and I lay there, my ass burning and aching, my throat crushed, but wanting nothing more than to have both ends full of dick again. Roger sat on the bed, so I scooted up beside him and reached out to try to touch his dick, groping to find it in my darkness, but as I did he slapped me hard, “I didn’t fucking tell you to touch me.” Roger got off the bed, so trying to think what I could do to appease him, I offered my ass. I scooted around onto my hands and knees, edged back to the end of the bed so my ass was up and pushed out, put my face down on the bed, and reach around with both hands and pulled my cheeks apart. My hole was open, waiting, begging for him. I felt him as he stepped between my legs, “Fuck, that hole is nasty and torn up and you still want more? You are a slut now aren’t you. Yeah I think Sir has broken you, and I helped. We broke, you.” I pulled my cheeks apart as far as I could, silently begging him to rape me again, fill me up, breed me with AIDs cum. I was not disappointed as Roger dropped onto me, slamming balls deep with all his weight. I grunted and moaned, but did not scream or cry as he fucked me. Roger pulled out, laid on the bed with his feet on the floor and told me to sit on his dick again. This time he told me to face him, and as I lifted my ass over his dick to sit on he slammed up and thrust in and I pushed back to meet him. “Take your hands and grab my balls, and squeeze those fuckers,” Roger said. As I reached around behind me and found his bull balls, I began squeezing them, one in each hand. Each time I pressed tight Roger moaned, bucked, and fucked me harder. I was now riding his dick and squeezing his balls hard. “Fuck…fuck…yeah that’s it, squeeze em, squeeze em…..fuck fuck FUCK!!” Roger unloaded up my ass and as he did I squeezed his nutts even tighter, making him reach around to try to undo my grip. I laughed a little on the inside, knowing I hurt him, even a little. He then pulled me down onto his chest and started kissing me. His dick only relaxed a little and still filled my ass as his tongue worked my mouth. We kissed for a long time and my lips were sort of raw from his beard, but I enjoyed taking his spit and feeling his big dick still inside me. I guess Charles came back because Roger pushed me off to the side and pulled his dick out and I heard muffled voices. I stayed where I was, feeling the wetness in my ass and the taste of Roger in my mouth. He came back, pulled me off the bed and Charles said, “Kneel. WHAT do you want?” I guess they did not want an answer as he immediately said, “WHO do you want? Who do you serve?” I was then slapped, really hard. “WHO DO YOU SERVE?” Slap. “You Sir, I serve you,” I said. SLAP “Umm, I serve you and Roger, I serve you both Masters,” I tried. SLAP. Then I screamed, “DR MIKE!!! I SERVE DR MIKE!!!!” Charles and Roger both laughed – “Yes, yes you do, yes you do”, Charles said. Roger then grabbed my arms, lifted me up and guided me back towards to the sling. I was then handed a big glass of JD and told to slam it, which I did. This time Roger had me step up on the platform backwards and guided my ass so I sat on the edge of it. It swayed a little, but he held it as he pushed me so I was lying on my back. He lifted my arms, cuffed each one to the chains, then slipped my feet through some manacles hanging from the chains, raised my legs, and locked my ankles into the manacles so my legs were spread open and up, and asshole was vulnerable once again to any assault. “Leave us Son,” Charles said. Charles then started rubbing his gloved hands up and down my legs, over my ass cheeks, rammed a couple fingers into my bruised hole a few times, then ran his hands up the side of my body, making me quiver, as he came up by my head. His big hands grabbed my head and he started unzipping the hood. As he took it off my eyes fought to adjust to what little light there was in the room, and Charles laughed as he also uncuffed my hands. I was confused and thought maybe I had done something wrong and. Charles put the hood on a shelf and walked back towards the other end of the sling, so I reached down with my hands and pulled my cheeks apart so my hole was gaping, open, asking him to fill it like I had done for Roger. Charles saw what I was doing, and he gave me a big, wicked smile. “You sure?” Charles asked. “You are willing to sacrifice yourself to me now?” “Yes please,” I begged, “Please rape me again, use me, sacrifice me, ANYTHING YOU WANT.” Charles’ face got very stern, and he said, “Oh I will. I am going to make your hole bleed so good for me and I sent my Son away as this time is just between you and me. I told you I had much more to infect you with, and today I have given you another gift, Hepatitis.” HEPATITIS? He gave me HEP? Fear flashed across my face, but was replaced with desire as I realized I wanted more of him, no matter what, no limits, and Charles knew it. “You will now give yourself totally to me, let go, sacrifice yourself. The HEP B is my own secret gift to you and through you to my Son – he does not know, but you will give it to him – I will make sure of that. Remember that toothbrush I used to make your mouth bloody? It was covered in my own blood and every bit of juice from my dick has infected you as well. HEP B is more infectious than the AIDs bug, and I have filled your bloody ass with a ton of it, but just for good measure I want you to lick my finger – suck that infected blood out – let me rub it around your bloody gums.” Charles came back to my head, showed me his now naked right hand as he held out a finger and with his now gloveless left hand, took a big needle and pricked his finger hard several times. The blood welled up from the small wounds and he shoved it in my mouth, telling me to suck on it. I did, tasting the metallic tinge of his blood and sucking his finger to keep the blood flowing. He then rubbed it around my gums and mouth for good measure. His finger left my mouth and I knew he was ready as his horse dick was standing at full attention, with the gonorrhea drip and precum making the head and PA ring shiny and glisten. Charles went back down by my ass, and I reached around again to try to open my hole for him. Charles was brutal as he raped me, hanging onto the chains for leverage, making them rattle with his hunger and desire. Slamming balls deep, tearing my insides over and over and my ass got bloodier, wetter, and opened for him. I totally let go, emotionally, mentally, physically, I had nothing left to fight with and sacrificed myself to him and it was the most amazing sex ever. I begged him, as loud as I could, to fuck me harder and Charles gave it to me. No holding back. He started to pull completely out and slamming back in. A few times the head did not line up quite right, but the force of his body made sure my hole could not resist as his dick bent a little then popped through. Over and over. “Put your hands on my arms,” Charles said as he leaned forward, his big chest looming over me, his eyes evil and intent, as his hands wrapped around my throat. “I want you to feel the power, the control, feel my muscles as I take you to the edge. I want to see it in your eyes, see that you know I own you now and if you truly have sacrificed yourself.” I placed my hands around his huge arms and felt the muscles flex as he tightened the grip on my throat and started fucking again. I stared into his eyes and saw his hunger, his need, his desire to hurt me and use me, and I wanted it. I begged, pleaded, mumbled, and asked for it harder, deeper, rougher. Charles picked up the pace of his fucking and as his AIDs and HEP filled dick tore my guts, his fingers closed around my throat, tighter and tighter. I could feel every tendon and muscle in his arms flex as he squeezed and I loved it! When my eyes started to flutter and I was on the edge, Charles lightly relaxed his grip and his fucking slowed in time. He repeated this over and over, taking us both to the edge, then slowing and pulling back. Each time his grip got a little tighter around my throat and relaxed less and less, so that by now I felt I was constantly right on the edge of losing consciousness, but just aware enough to know what he was doing. Charles was a true Leather Lord and Master who knew what he was doing. I knew Charles was close to cumming as his pace suddenly picked up again and he started swearing, screaming in ecstasy as his orgasm built, split flying from his open mouth, and just when I knew he was getting to the point of no return his hands clamped like a vice around my throat and I passed out with his evil eyes being the last thing I saw. Dr Mike Returns I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came around I realized the leather hood was back on my head and that I was laying face down on the platform bed. I shifted my arms and legs a little, felt a puddle of wetness under me as my ass leaked, and took a few deep breaths. I felt movement as someone got onto the bed and a hand began running over my shredded ass. I felt the meat of a dick against my leg as he moved up over my body, and several fingers drive into my ass and started digging and clawing at my insides. I gasped a little, not from the fingers going in, or the pain from the nails digging at me, but because I knew that touch – DR MIKE!! Could it be? My heart beat faster and while my head was still fuzzy I was sure it was him. The fingers were pulled out of my ass and moved over and around my biohazard tat on my lower back, coating it in ass juice, blood, and cum. His body then lay on top of mine and his steel hard dick popped into my open hole. His hands closed around my throat as a menacing voice whispered in my ear, “I am here now, I am here.” It was Dr MIKE!!! I tried clenching my ass, making it tighter for him, and even though he was smaller than Charles and Roger, Dr Mike’s dick felt fucking amazing! Dr Mike grunted in appreciation and fucked me harder, “Your ass is mine, you are my AIDs whore, and have done well. Charles has served me well with what he did to you, and I am pleased with you both. You have earned every toxic drop you have received, and there is more to come,” Dr Mike whispered in my ear as his dick worked my ass, shifting side-to-side, angling in, then up, and straight down as he hit every wall. His pace quickened far too soon, “You fucking AIDS WHORE!! THAT HOLE IS MINE!!! YOU ARE MINE!!! MINE!!!!!!!!!” as he shot his toxic cum inside me. When Dr Mike pulled out and got off, I started to rollover as I wanted to see him, but his voice was loud, menacing, “Kneel. Do not move.” So I kneeled on the bed and waited, and waited, and waited. After a while I felt leather gloved hands guide me to the edge of the bed and helped me stand. The hood was unzipped and there was Roger, smiling ear-to-ear, with Charles standing a few feet away. Roger looked at Charles, who nodded, and as Roger got behind me and spread my cheeks and started lapping at Dr Mike’s cum dripping out of my bloody hole, Charles came forward and held out his hand. Charles handed me a stack of Polaroid photos and smiled. They were of me, shots of my ass cheeks welted, cut, and bloody from the whipping, of my hole bruised, bloody and with cum dripping out, of me in the stock with Charles’ dick shoved down my throat, and more. “Dr Mike wanted to know that I did as he asked me not to hold back, and he quite enjoyed these, and it showed him how well you did. If he had not been pleased you would not have seen him today. That was his wish, to see you only if you had totally surrendered to me and if you are worthy of his mark and tat, which you did and you are. Dr Mike likes nothing more than cumming in a hole that has been brutally raped and torn, so we will have to do this again,” Charles said with an evil smile. “Look at yourself well in the mirror when you get home and see how I have marked you. My fingers will show their mark on your bruised neck for several days, and your ass will be black and blue for quite a while as well.” Roger finished eating out my ass and licking me clean and stood up, and came around to share with me a mouth full of my own ass droppings. He then went upstairs to get my clothes, and Charles grabbed my head between his hands and kissed me hard, tasting what Roger had just fed me. He pulled his mouth away, shoved a few fingers up my ass, leaned in and whispered, “I will make sure your hole never heals. Dr Mike has said I will be allowed to rape you again, and I like that – maybe too much – because it is rare that I find an AIDs hole that pleases me so well and that hole needs to be kept raw and bloody and torn up. Next time, I will leave your whole body bruised.” Roger came back downstairs with my clothes, I got dressed, and he then drove me home. When we got near my place Roger parked the truck and said, “Sir Charles said I could breed you again if I felt like it and I do as my nuts are full of cum again. He’s not here to protect you this time, and I am going to make you scream when I rape you with my horse dick – consider it a gift and payback for earlier.” I laughed a little, and said, “Yes Sir, and please promise to lick my hole clean when you are done, BECAUSE I HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU TOO.”

Thanks for the feedback and glad you enjoyed - working on the related story - as mentioned I saw Derrick several more times after that at the hotel and every time I ended up with an ass full of at least a few loads of cum, including from the tall guy, and I got fucked by the big guy too who was even rougher then the last time.