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[ *****The Characters***** Jeff—a high school Senior Bruce—a 200 lb. Rapist Leroy—a convicted Drug Dealer Alton—a sadistic Pimp, used an axe-handle to fatally fuck an underachieving female Prostitute *****Part One–Capture***** Jeff was awakened by the sound of glass breaking. He had been sleeping late, enjoying his summer vacation, after his junior year of high school. The loud crash jolted him out of a deep slumber. Rolling out of bed, he slipped on a pair of boxers. His parents had left two days before on vacation, and his sister wasn't due back from summer school till mid-afternoon. His parents' home was in the far suburbs, and there were no neighbors around. Puzzled, he went to investigate. As he started down the stairs, he was startled to see a huge man crawling through what had been the closed kitchen window. Spotted by the intruder, Jeff raced back to his room. Within seconds he heard the invader jiggling the door knob. Even worse, he heard more footsteps and other voices. So intent was he on keeping the hallway door closed, that, in his panic, he completely ignored the other way in—through the common bath he shared with his sister. He did not hear a prowler come up behind him. Standing with his legs spread, to keep the burglars at bay, Jeff presented an erotic sight to the convict who had just escaped from the state prison five miles away. Watching the boy push against the door, to prevent the intruders from entering, Bruce, a two hundred pound rapist, scrutinized the youth, legs spread, butt jutting out—in a highly provocative pose. Bruce could think of no better way to celebrate his new found freedom than by tearing off a piece of teenage ass. Rushing up behind Jeff, he backhanded the boy. Not even aware that Bruce was in the room, Jeff crumpled to the floor. As the youth lay whimpering on the carpet, Bruce unlocked the door, allowing his comrades to enter. "Shit, guys, look at this," Bruce pointed to Jeff on the floor. "We need a place to hang out, with the pigs after us; and now look, now we got some entertainment to boot." Kicking Jeff in the ass, Bruce bent down to address him. “You a virgin, Pus Head?” The teen incoherently muttered that he was Jeff—not a virgin—and most definitely not Pus Head. Laughing, the men tossed Jeff face down on the bed. Bruce held him down, while his buds grabbed shirts from the closet and ripped them. Using the torn strips of cloth, they quickly bound Jeff to the bedposts, spread-eagle. Bruce grew hard at the sight of the sumptuous, immobilized teen. His pristine ass, still shrouded in boxers, jutted alluringly in his direction. His feminine neck, face and lips hung over the side of the bed. Scared witless, Jeff pleaded, "Take anything. I won't tell. Promise." Leroy, a convicted drug dealer, cupped Jeff’s chin, and looked into his eyes. "You mean, that if I choose not to split your skull, I can take anything I want and you'll help me?" "Yes, Sir! Just please don't kill me." Leroy continued to toy with his victim. "You mean I can have anything, anything at all?" "Yes. Sir, anything you want." As soon as he said that, Jeff noticed the huge bulges in the men’s pants. It was then that he focused on their prison uniforms. He recalled the horror stories he’d heard about what convicts did to young men. And he’d just read in social studies that the AIDS rate among inmates was much higher than the general population, 10% in some cases. Jeff gulped in shock as his fear of death was surpassed by his fear of being raped and contracting HIV. He shook in fright at the thought of being ravaged by three HIV positive dudes. As Leroy fondled his crotch, Jeff realized that the three had bound him face-down, spread-eagle on purpose. He’d heard about guys being butt-fucked, but he never thought it would happen to him. Only fags let other men touch them, and Jeff never imagined he might be fucked by a man, let alone, three of them. Jeff knew that he couldn't escape and feared what they would do next. *****Part Two—THE BEATING***** Leroy unzipped, and pulled out his cock, his huge dick only inches from the teen’s face. Jeff gulped as he stared at the organ. He had never been so close to a man’s cock. It seemed huge, and Jeff shivered. Surely it would be impossible for that cock to penetrate his tight little ass. "Yeah, boy, this one’s for you," Leroy snorted, as he fondled his dick. "You did say, boy, that you wanted to live and would do anything to survive? Well, I gotta proposition for you. Suck me, and I think we can spare you. Now open wide." Leroy's proposition was so preposterous, Jeff’s voice oozed disdain and contempt. "I d-o-n-’t t-h-I-n-k s-o!" Looking around the room, he saw the other two undressing, their hard, erect Dicks swinging out from their pubes. It occurred to Jeff that maybe, just maybe, they were serious. "Guys, I’m not even GAY!” Alton, a sadistic pimp and killer who had been convicted of murdering a prostitute for failing to earn enough bread, pulled his belt off his jeans. "Shit, Leroy! You offer this punk a chance to live and he won't even suck you. Well, let me teach the ungrateful bugger a lesson.” Grasping Jeff’s boxers, he ripped them apart—tugging the fabric with such force that Jeff would have flipped over, were he not shackled to the bed. Spreading the youth’s denuded ass cheeks, Alton admired the teen’s succinct anal hole. "Oh yeah, boy! That's a mighty fine cunt you got there! "Ya know, when I was in the City, I would get these young runaways. I’d break them in hard—raping their cunts and making them drink my seed for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every morning, I'd drown their throats in piss before I rammed my cock, then my fist, up their butts. You shoulda heard ‘em scream when I first fisted their asses. After I got them accustomed to sitting on my shaft, and taking my cock down their throats, I'd have them begging for dick. I’d put them out on the street, and sell their tight butts, while I raked in the cash. Man, those dudes in their three-piece suits driving their BMWs paid good money to fuck a little lost ‘ho boy. Why those boys were stuck on cock most of eight hours a night. The only downside was that, after taking hundreds of loads, they got burnt up real quick—got AIDS or some other fucked-up disease. Then I'd have to unload them on some other pimp; or if they were likely to tattle, they’d accidentally overdose. But, man, while they were good looking and healthy, like you, I lived the Life of Riley. Those boys made me more money in a night than many of the bitches did all week." Releasing the kid's ass cheeks, Alton wet two of his fingers and spread Jeff's Ass. Ramming his digits an inch up the youngster’s mancunt, he laughed as Jeff screamed and involuntarily lifted his ass to meet the prodding digits. Twisting his fingers around, Alton examined the crying youth’s A-hole. “Oh, hey, that's a fine brown eye," Alton said. "Looks virgin, too." Then without any compassion, he jammed his fingers all the way up the boy's butt. Jeff bucked up and down as his virgin ass was ripped by the thrusting, wiggling fingers. "Oh God that hurts. Please stop, Mister!" Ignoring Jeff’s pleas, Alton repeatedly shoved his fingers in and out of the youth’s cunt. "Look at this boy! Squirming around like my fingers are killing him! He's a virgin all right. Wait until he gets the big one up the ass; then he'll have something to holler about." Pushing his hand in as hard as he could, Jeff's hips rose up and down on the bed, as the boy, racked with pain, endured the cruel fingering. "He might be a vrgin now, but he won't but for long!" Alton jumped up on the bed, and pushed Jeff's face into Leroy's Crotch. "Boy, my Man said you could live, but you gotta suck his Cock. Now, Boy, you said you'd do anything. And anything means you better open up them pearly whites of yours to pleasure my friend here." Slapping Jeff on the side of his head, Alton screamed, "Open up, you Faggot, and suck my fingers clean that been up your Stinking Ass. Then you Suck my Main Man!" When Jeff shook his head NO, Alton got off the bed. "You was warned, Boy!" Alton snarled. "Leroy, you just hold your Cock to his face; and, I promise you, he'll be sucking your Dick in no time." Alton picked up his belt and raised it over his head. When the belt slammed onto Jeff's bare Ass, his body arched, and he tugged desperately at his bonds. "Oh, God no! Please. I’ll...." Before he could finish, Alton brought the belt back down again, slamming the leather into the Boy's succulent flesh. Jeff's Ass was on fire and throbbing as the belt repeatedly scoured his Buttocks. With each lash, Jeff's mind exploded as the belt excoriated his backside. Jeff squirmed beneath the lashes, begging for mercy, but none was forthcoming. Alton had whipped dozens of Prostitutes, both male and female, and had always delighted in beating an errant Ass into submission. Alton aimed carefully, and after a dozen powerful blows, the Boy's Ass was glowing hot pink. Seeing that the whipping was starting to leave faint black and blue marks, Alton adjusted his blows. Still swinging heartily, Alton targeted the Boy's upper thighs. Like a fine Craftsman, Alton sought out new flesh to torment. When the screaming Boy's thighs had thoroughly reddened, he redirected his blows to the Youth’s lower back. The belt, smashing over his ribs and spine, caused Jeff to arch reflexively. His screams, which had steadily plummeted under the fatiguing assault, soared back to their original ear-piercing volume. "OH, GOD, PLEASE STOP. I'LL SUCK YOU! I’LL DO ANYTHING! JUST PLEASE STOP HITTING ME!" NOW THAT THE BOY'S SPIRIT HAD BEEN BROKEN, Alton dropped the belt and yanked the Youth’s sobbing face to Leroy's large Cock. Smiling, Leroy moved his Rod to Jeff’s lips. "Open wide, Boy. You better Suck me good, and keep those pearly-whites off my Shaft.” Whimpering with humiliation, Jeff opened his mouth. Thrusting forward, Leroy’s Cock glided past Jeff's lips onto the Kid’s warm, wet tongue. The Boy's hot Lips, seeming to hunger lustily after his huge Pole, made Leroy shiver with pleasure. "OH YEAH, SUCK THAT DICK, BOY!" Wrapping his hands behind the Youth’s head, Leroy got a good grip on the Punk, so he couldn’t pull off, as he rammed the his Shaft down the Teen’s throat. Feeling the Staff glide past his tonsils, Jeff fought desperately to escape the huge Rod. Gagging on the thick slab of Manmeat, he had to fight his reaction to vomit as the rock-hard Cock plowed his throat. He couldn't even scream in protest. The only sounds, aside from Leroy's pleased grunting, were Jeff's muffled whimpers and the creaking of bed springs. But there was no way to discourage the Convict from brutalizing his Orifice. Both Bruce and Alton watched transfixed as their Cellmate treated the Boy like a Concubine. They laughed when Leroy froze deep down the Kid’s gullet. Leroy's Balls came to rest on the Youth’s chin with his rigid Staff lodged in the Boy’s throat. Unable to breathe, Jeff squirmed, desperately trying to dislodge the massive Shaft from his air passage. Remembering the man's threats, Jeff kept his teeth off his Dick. The beating had deprived him of his intestinal fortitude, and he was powerless to stop his assailants. Watching the Boy's face grow red and then white, Leroy reluctantly pulled his Dick from the Teen’s mouth. While the Youth gasped for air, Leroy rubbed his Cock over the Boy's forehead and cheeks, trailing Precum over his pale complexion. Leroy considered what a hit the Boy would have made back in the Yard—or on the Street—pimping and pumping his select little Ass for the omnipotent Greenback. Yeah, Leroy thought, Alton was right—this Teen could make a Pimp wealthy selling his Ass to a bunch of Rich Old Farts. A few more like the Kid, and he could retire. But first Leroy planned some fun for himself. *****Part Three—DEFLORATION***** Watching Leroy's spit-drenched Shaft slide in and out of Jeff’s pretty face was too much for Alton. It was time to try the Punk on for size. Pulling the Youth's Ass Cheeks apart, Alton peered down at the tiny Virgin Hole. "Virgin Ass," Alton hissed. "Ain't had no Virgin for a very long time. I’m gonna split this Fucker wide open. Can't wait to feel his Cunt milk my Cock.” Alton asked Bruce to check out the Bathroom for any kind of Lube. Bruce quickly returned with an unopened tube of KY. Fingering the Boy's Hole, Alton watched Leroy thrust his hips forward as he fed his Cock between the Boy’s lips. Leroy held the Youth in a death grip with his strong hands. Grunting, his body was racked by repetitive orgasms. Jeff's throat and mouth flooded with hot, sticky Cum. Gagging, he tried to avoid swallowing the salty Cream that spewed onto his tongue. But Leroy held the Boy in a Death Grip, as wave after wave of POZ JIZM flooded the Teen’s scratchy throat. Revolted by his first taste of ManSeed, Jeff had no choice but to swallow the Load. Leroy slowly pulled out. Watching the head of his Cock trail Slime over Jeff's lips, Leroy slapped the youth on the head. "Your first mouthful of Cum, Boy? You done good, but you gotta do better. Lick that Jizz off your lips. Don't waste a drop. Yeah, Boy, you’re gonna love Cum from now on, cause you’re gonna love Cock more than Pussy." Slapping the boy on his ears, he asked, "Comprehende?” Grunting from the slaps, and the intrusion of Alton's fingers deep in his Mancunt, Jeff, moaned "Yes, Sir, I know." He darted his tongue across his lips, licked off the last of the man's sticky Jism, and swallowed the rest of the ManSeed. Pulling his fingers from the Boy's Ass, Alton spread KY over the Kid’s Virgin Hole. Seeing as how the Youth’s Spirit was broken, he was gonna have fun tormenting the Teen. By the time he got through, the Punk’d be totally crushed; and a Willing Bottom for any Top needing to Fuck Ass. Alton positioned himself behind the Youth’s Butt, licking and kissing the Youngster's soft neck. Jeff groaned as the fingers spread the cold KY up his Ass. Then the fingers were gone, and the man's hands were all over him. He felt sick as the Dude crawled atop him, shivering as a wet tongue caressed his neck, and the man's huge Rod spread his Ass Cheeks. Horrified, he realized that huge Pole of Lust was about to be shoved up his Butt. Crying petulantly, Jeff pleaded for Alton not to ravish his Ass. "Please, Sir, not that. I will Suck you. I'll do anything you want, but not that. I'M NOT GAY. You are too Big for me, Sir! Please don't do this to me." "BOY, I HAVE TO HURT YOU; AND I AM GOING TO FUCK YOU. I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU GAY, BOY.” Then, talking louder in a cruel voice, he taunted his victim. "You will do anything I want, you Fucking Worthless Piece of Shit. I am going to Fuck that Virgin Ass of yours so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month. I’m gonna turn you into a First Class, Dick-Sucking, Cock-Loving Faggot.” Rubbing his Cock between Jeff's Ass Cheeks, he continued to torment him. "Now I want you to scream real good when I ram my Cock up your Pussy and make you my Woman. Yeah, Boy, I’m gonna turn your Ass into a Cunt. You better make some good moves, Boy, cause the only thing that stands between you and a bar ditch is your Pussy. Ready, Boy? HERE IT COMES!" Alton's Cock pressed to Jeff’s Anus, and he plunged in with all his might. Jeff's Sphincter tightened, then yielded and collapsed as the huge Cock battered his Hole. "Shit, it hurts! Take it out!" Jeff screamed, his Bowels racked with pain. "It's too Big! No More, Please!" Laughing at the Youth’s futile attempt to resist his assault, Alton sank three, then four, inches of his Dick up Jeff’s Pussy. He marveled at the sight of the Teen’s Asscunt swallowing his Cock and the luscious feel of ManPussy massaging his Shaft. When Alton sank the final two inches of his Pole in the Youth, Jeff quivered violently. Huge Crocodile tears streamed down his cheeks, as six inches of Dick lay embedded in his Cunt. Licking the boy's ears, Alton whispered, "You have all my Cock up your Ass now. Do you want me to pull out? Jeff begged the Rapist, "Oh, take it out. Please take out!" Alton continued to tease him. "Will you Suck my Dick and lick your Shit off and swallow my Seed if I pull out?" Racked by cramps, Jeff begged, "Yes sir, I'll do anything—ANYTHING! Just PLEASE take it out!" "I want to help you, Boy; but you have to tell me what you’ll do for me if I take my Cock out of your Ass." "I'll suck your Dick. I'll swallow your Load. Please just take it out!" "Well" Alton said, "Your Asscunt sure is dirty. Will you lick your Shit off my Cock before you swallow my Cum?" Rotating his hips, Alton moved his massive Shaft around inside Jeff's tight Hole causing excruciating torment. "Let me hear what you'll do for me, Boy. Tell me you’ll lick your Shit off my Dick. Tell me how much you want TO TASTE IT in your mouth, and how bad you want TO BE POZZED. Tell me what a Faggot you are. Tell me now, before it’s too late.” Alton cruelly shifted position, stretching Jeff’s Anus even further. "Please!” Jeff screamed. “I'll do anything, say anything! Please take it out! I want to suck your Dick and lick my Shit off your Cock. I want to swallow your Load! I love Dick so bad! I’m the biggest Faggot that ever was! You can POZ ME if you want, Sir. I deserve to get AIDS!” "Well, since you said “Please”— I'll take my Cock out of your Ass." He pulled all but the head of his Dick out of the boy's tightly stretched Hole. Jeff whimpered as the big Shaft withdrew, causing more friction and agony to his already skewered Mancunt. Longing for Alton to vacate his sore Bottom, he begged him to pull out all the way. "Please take your Cock out of my Ass! I promise—I’ll do whatever! Please!" Smiling sadistically at Bruce and Leroy, who were quietly watching, Alton continued to toy with the Boy. "You know, Boy, you grovel too much, and Whiners get on my nerves. What kinda Faggot are you, anyway? No Spine. No Backbone. Guess I’m gonna have to teach you Stah-me-nah.” Realizing he’d been tricked, Jeff started crying. "But you wanted me to beg. Please, Sir, I won't do it again. I'll do anything. Please just let me Suck you. Please don’t Fuck me! I’ll do anything to please you!” "Whack!" Alton slapped Jeff in the back of the head. “Shut up, Boy! There you go again. Whining and Groveling. I know you'll do anything, but I told you—I CAN’T STAND THAT! Now I gotta teach you Stah-me-nah. I can Fuck you forever, an’ I wonder if you can take it forever. If not, yer sure gonna learn. Get ready, Boy. HERE COMES THE FUCK OF YOUR LIFE!" Alton grabbed Jeff's hips and rammed his Cock back in. All of It slid up the Kid’s Ass. Jeff screamed, and his body buckled as the powerfully built man brutally shoved his Tool deep within the Teen’s Virgin Cunt. "NOOOOOO!" the ravished Boy cried. "It's killing me! Please take It out!” Alton smiled at the sight of the Boy's Virgin Blood on his Shaft. The Youth’s blubbering was music to his ears. Free from prison, there were no guards to spoil his fun, and the Boy could make as much noise as wanted. This was going to be one of the best Fucks of his Life. Just like old times, he loved terrorizing his victims. Pulling out, he stopped and waited for the Boy's cries to diminish. When his sobs became muted, Alton violently jammed It back in. "Please stop, Sir! Please don't hurt me no more, I beg you. My Ass is torn to shreds. Pease pull It out! The pain is so bad!" "Shut up, Boy! You take my Cock, and before long you’ll learn to love It.” The brutal assault resumed. Alton hammered the Youth with all the strength he could muster. Recollecting the Whore who got him convicted of Fucking a 14 year old Female Prostitute to death (with an axe handle), Alton pillaged the Boy with painful strokes of revenge. Jeff could only lay there as the Alton plowed in and out of his Hole. Buffeted by waves of excruciating torment, Jeff was reduced to moaning as the big Cock hammered his Pussy. Drenched in sweat, Alton’s Climax was nigh. He let loose with a hearty shout as his Cock spasmed, and he shot his POZ Load deep into the Teenager's ManCunt. He trembled with pleasure as his Wad found entrance to the Youth’s Bloodstream through punctured Ass Walls. Alton collapsed on the moaning Boy he’d just POZZED, his Shaft buried deep in the Youth’s ravished Hole. He felt his Cock draining all of the Strains of the Virus he’d accumulated through years of illicit prison activity. Resting atop the spread-eagled boy, Alton regained his composure. Slowly, he pulled out of the Youngster’s Mancunt. Withdrawing with a loud plop, Alton smiled at the Boy's Pussy. It’d stretched so wide, the Youth’s Sphincter was unable to close; and Alton could see his Venomous Jism puddling inside the torn and bloody ManCunt. *****Part Four—SLOPPY SECONDS***** Hearing the Fucking sounds abate, Bruce sauntered into the bedroom. Bruce’s Cock stiffened as he observed the pink-tinted Cum overflowing the Youth’s Mancunt. "Alton, I called my Uncle. He’ll be here late this afternoon with a truck. Tonight we clean the place out. Ain't no Pig Checkpoint gonna wanna mess with a packed Moving Van. Once we get back to the City, we split. My Uncle will hock the furniture for payment. “You and Leroy case the joint—make a list of what we need to load up. I already found a gun in the Rec Room and jewelry in the bedroom. Ain’t found the ammo yet. Go through the Medicine Cabinets, too. There’s Viagra in one. In about half an hour, when this Shit kicks in, I'll be Fucking this Tight Little Ass the rest of the day.” Smiling ear to ear, he laughed, " I found this, too" and held out a ten inch Dildo. Snickering he said, "I guess this and the Viagra means the boy's Mama likes big hard Dick." "You’re like yer Mama, aincha, Boy? You like a Big Hard One up your Hole." Jeff heard Bruce’s question, but it seemed as if he were a million miles away. His whipped Ass, along with his bitten neck and ravaged ManCunt made him almost catatonic. He glanced over his shoulder at the thick Dildo. It belonged to his Sister, not his Mother; but he was not about to tell them that. Maybe Myrna enjoyed it, but he knew it would sting if it were shoved up his Ass. Regardless, the Teen knew better than to ignore his Tormentors. "Well, Boy," Bruce proffered, “You got a choice. Either this (grazing Jeff’s Butt with the Dildo) or my Cock. Which is it?” For Jeff, with no other alternative, the decision was easy. The Dildo, hard, cold, and plastic, was the Unknown. With Cock, on the other hand, he was more than familiar. Bruce’s fingers caressed Jeff's bruised, yet soft skin. He smiled at how the Boy quivered in fear at the mere touch of his hands. Jeff’s Hole was stretched wide open, and Bruce could peer in and see Alton’s POZ Cum deep inside the Boy's bloody Bowels. Snaking his hand between Jeff's splayed thighs, Bruce cupped the Youth’s Balls and Cock. How easy it would be to crush the Boy’s Privates! That’d be a trip! Bruce was tempted. Make the Punk a real Eunuch. Bruce had never met a Eunuch, and he’d always wanted to Castrate a Man. The little Pussy was practically begging for it. All he’d have to do was—S-Q-U-E-E-Z-E—till the Punk’s Balls turned blue, then purple, then white, then died in hands. The little Cunt could scream his lungs out, and no one would hear—let along care. He wasn’t much of a man to begin with. Bruce figured he could make a real Woman of the Teen. But his throbbing Cock, engorged by Viagra, took precedence over all that. There’d be plenty of time to experiment later. Jeff felt the man's fingers at his Butthole. A long digit probed his sore Pussy The finger forced it's way past his Sphincter. He whined softly, and dug his nails into his palms. The digit withdrew. The man's Prickhead nestled against his Rectum. Overcoming his personal abhorrence to getting Raped, Jeff lay quietly, anticipating another Assault. Not to be disappointed, Jeff felt the Dude’s Cock at his Mancunt. The man's sweat poured onto his skin, and Jeff's nostrils were filled with the stench of Bruce’s bad breath and B.O. Jeff gasped and ground his teeth together as the Prong stabbed his Anus, his Ass Muscles contracting in an attempt to reject It . Jeff felt split apart as the fat Dick forced it's way into his Mancunt. Inch by inch of the Manshaft slid into his Anus until Bruce’s fat Balls plunged up against the Youngster’s Buttocks. Slicing down the length of his Shit-Tube, Bruce pounded his Organ deep within the tight sucking depths of the Youth’s torn Cunt. "OH GOD! IT HURTS! GO SLOW! PLEASE GO SLOW!” The big man nuzzled his teeth against the nape of Jeff's neck. He chewed and sucked and nibbled on Jeff’s throat, biting in sharp little nips that made Jeff yelp as he closed his eyelids and prayed for escape from the parade of ManLust that had pillaged his body. The fat Cock inside him churned faster and faster, riding a slippery, gooey veneer of Semen and Blood. Cum gurgled past Jeff’s Sphincter as Bruce spent himself inside the Youth's Hole. He lay atop Jeff for a short time, then got up and left. *****Part Five—ASSESSMENT***** Thirty minutes later, Alton returned to the room drinking a beer. "Boy, we all agree you’re a good Fuck. Yes, Sir, you got what it takes. Now, Boy, if you behave, I'll untie you and take you into the Bathroom, so you take care of business. We all took the Viagra your Old Man had stashed in the medicine chest—so our little party is just beginning, and I don't want you missin’ none of the fun. But listen up, Boy, you try to escape, and you’ll wish your Mama had never spread her Lily-White Legs for your Daddy. Yeah, Boy, it’d be a bad thing for me to take my belt to your Balls, or carve my initials on that cute little Prick of yours . Get my gist? Bottom line is—you gotta behave.” Jeff shivered . He didn't want his Dick or Balls mutilated, and definitely didn't want to be whipped anymore. His Ass, legs and back still stung from the bite of the belt. Jeff’d do whatever it took to survive—REGARDLESS. He figured that was his best, if not his only, option. His bladder was full. He was ready to explode. And he desperately wanted to get off the bed. Far more important, he wanted to see how badly his Pussy’d been damaged. A piss and a glass of water might make him feel better before COPULATION began again. Jeff, clearing his throat, cackled, "Yes Sir, I understand. I won't give you no trouble. You won’t have to hurt me." "Good, Boy," Alton responded. "You’re a fast learner." Untying the boy's legs and arms, he stood the Teenager up. The Inmate dwarfed Jeff, who watched passively as Alton bound his wrists before him. Jeff recognized the rope as one his father had stored in the garage. It was the same rope Dad had used to build a tree swing next to the house. Jeff recalled all the happy times he’d spent on that swing, never imagining that one day that rope would be used against him, so men could abuse him. Tears streamed down his cheeks as Alton led him to the Bathroom. Allowed to Pee, Jeff moved his fingers under his Balls, past his pubic hairs, which were sticky with Cum. As he carefully pressed his sore, swollen Anus, he found his Hole battered and bleeding. His fingers became coated with Cum as he continued the probe. His Rectum didn’t appear badly damaged; and he was relieved to discover he was not bleeding severely, nor completely ripped open nor torn. Alton stayed in the Bathroom with Jeff, but gave him plenty of leeway. To his way of thinking, the Kid had earned it—in recompense for services rendered and obligations not yet fulfilled. He was about put into practice some of the things he’d learned from his pimping days. Although he had spent years behind bars, the memories of how to break a Boy into the Gay Lifestyle were still fresh in his mind. He knew it was easy to Rape a Boy, but it was quite another to make him beg to get Fucked. And Alton still had the skills to turn Jeff into a Raging, Dick-Sucking Faggot. Jeff, on the toilet, heard the purr of a motor—the old VW bus his father had renovated, practically rebuilt from the ground up. Alton, Leroy, and Bruce heard it, too. For an instant, the men froze. Someone was approaching the house. Instinctively Alton sprang into action. Raising a finger to his lips, he signaled for silence. The front door swung open. “Jeff? Anyone here?” Jeff’s sister Myrna was home. Jeff felt relief and revulsion. Was she, too, to become their Sex Slave? Alton said they’d just loaded up on Viagra. He pitied her for what was forthcoming. Yet he was relieved. She might provide the distraction he coveted. Fingering his sore Hole, he knew he needed a respite. She was certainly better biologically suited to fulfill their urges than he—witness the Dildo. Let someone else serve as the object of their affection for a while. It didn’t matter if she was his Sister. Still, he felt another emotion. Was it—Jealousy?
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Got home after dinner last night and had a couple messages on my yahoo from a Marine. Says he's married and works at the base in town. His wife is gone this weekend and he hasn't been fucked in over 5 months. He is calling me papi and begging for a fuck. He is still online and I get a pic out of him and his location. He says he's naked in the living room, waiting for me. I tell him I don't have any condoms or lube handy. He replied I won't need any. He wants to feel my skin and feel my load deep inside him. He is Latino, stocky like a good Marine. Tats on both shoulders, and lower back, with a bubble ass that sure looks inviting. So I make the decision - which wasn't tough. I drove over to his apartment and sure enough, when I get there the front door was closed, but unlocked, as he had told me to expect. Walking into the apartment he greeted me – nude! That ass is the first thing that sunk into my brain, and apparently he truly was desperate for some cock. He doesn't wait and starts right in pulling my zipper down and pulls out my tool, sucking me hard. As soon as it is stiff and wet to his liking he turns around and sinks himself right back onto my dick. FUCK! No lube needed was right. His hole is hot and wet and he backed right on without pausing. He starts right in begging for me to fuck him, calling me papi. I start slapping his ass as I am fucking it. I want to see it nice and pink before I leave. He loves it, squirming around on my dick. He takes it standing, on his knees and finally on his back of the living room floor. It is that position I could see his eyes, so I can start really pounding. I worked him over that way for several minutes and he starts asking for it. Begging me to seed him with my load. It was fucking HOT. I couldn't hold it back then. I just stared into his eyes as I buried it as deep as I could get it and unloaded my bug seed inside him. He was groaning and shooting his little cock, squeezing my dick sooo nice. I collapsed on top of him and we lay there for awhile. When I pulled out I could see my seed hanging from my cock and he did also. As I stood up he immediately grabbed my cock and licked it clean and thanked me. FUCK it was nice. I left him there laying on the floor and headed back home knowing I had possibly pozzed more than him, but maybe got the wife too.
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I was introduced to the bathhouse culture a couple of years ago. Good tops are hard to find in Fort Myers, so I drove over to Ft. Lauderdale for Thanksgiving. I had chatted with a hot poz top on barebacksex.com (sure miss that site) who told me about that clubhouse. His description got my cock tingling. I'm an ex-body builder. Not ripped anymore and have a little gut. Guess some would call me a bear. I still work out a lot, and the poz top said my body-type would go over well in Ft. Lauderdale. So, off I went. I had barebacked several times but always the guy had said he was neg. I know better now. I found the sex club and got a room and a bottle of poppers. Now, poppers make me fuckin’ crazy. I would do anything with a poppers bottle under my nose. Also had some rock-gut whiskey I had brought, along with a couple Xanax. After getting a buzz, I dimmed the room, opened the door and offered my ass to the boys. After a few minutes, I felt a hand caressing my ass and exploring my hole. I don't even want to see a guy’s face, all I want the cock, so I reached over and fumbled under the guy’s towel to get a sense of his cock. It was eight inches and quite thick. My ass started immediately twitching. I swung around, repositioning myself on the bed, and started sucking his thick cock. I could taste the salty precum and couldn't wait to feel him in me. He must have felt the same way because he pulled me to my feet, and had me bend-over the bed, his tongue quickly enough snaking its way into my crack, getting it nice and wet. I love spit fucking, generally in preference to the use of lube. My sense is spit gives more friction to the top’s cock, the surest path I know to induce the top to fill me with his seed. Getting back to the occasion, he slipped his huge cock head in my hole and just kept it there for a few seconds. Then, as I love to do, I reached between my legs and groped around until I could feel his cock and balls. This apparently turned him on, because he smoothly slid his thick rod into my hole. Apparently sometime about this time, he reached over, and pushed the door closed. That sucked because I’m big on building the excitement by putting on a show, usually resulting in other tops tagging my ass or fucking my mouth. Well, he lasted about 10 minutes at which time he asked "where do you it?” “In my hole, man.” Where upon he grunted and I felt the hot spasms in my hole. Fuck, it was great. I never made eye contact with him. I was hitting the poppers every minute or so most emphatically needed more cock. He pulled out, fingered my hole as he murmured his thanks, and left, leaving the door open. Collapsing on my stomach, within a couple of minutes I felt someone begin fingering my fuck hole. Using the same technique I employed on my first fuck partner, I reached back and felt him up, again without making eye contact. His cock was about eight inches, uncut, and almost as thick as that of the first guy. Deciding to suck him, I turned over and pulled him towards my face. He was black, about 30 years or so, average body, somewhat hairy. A nice bush. I tongued his foreskin for a minute or two before I swallowed him. As his cock began to fill-out, he reached between my leg, skipping my cock and pole, but rather went straight for my hole. His interest was unambiguous. Within a couple of minutes he pulled me into standing position, told me to lean over the mattress, and entered my ass fast and hard. My kinda guy, in more way than one, because he left the door wide open and the light on. Naturally, we attracted traffic from the hallway, with several other guys angling to watch the action, and, presumably, play with each other. I was in bliss. Hitting the poppers every minute or two kept me horny as fuck, fully ready to accommodate this relatively dry, long-lasting fuck: I think he lasted about 20 minutes before he grunted something about coming. On the spur, I asked him to cum in my mouth. He pulled-out, I turned around and squatted in front of his cock. Just in time, as it turned out, because just as I took his cockhead in my mouth, the cum began to flow. I opened my mouth wider as he slid all the way down my throat, and shot one of the biggest and thickest loads I've tasted. I savored it in my mouth for a few seconds and swallowed it all, except for the few drops that went on my chest. With two loads down, clearly this was excellent - I had only been there for about an hour, tops. Although I wanted more, I stumbled to my feet, thanked him, and as he and the other guys moved on, I went out for a shower and to check out the scene. After a refreshing shower, I grabbed a fresh bottle of poppers from my room with the name brand of Ironhorse. I had never before used them. Holy shit were they strong. Thoroughly poppered, I wandered into the dark room, a long, hall-like space I had seldom before visited. My loss, because it was perfect for me or anyone for whom looks don’t particularly matter, but rather all that does matter is the availability of poppers and cock. Frankly, even if the top looks like he’s suffering from wasting, I don’t care. Just poppers and cock, sucking and getting fucked. Well, that's just what I got on this visit. I took off my towel and hands start brushing across my cock and ass. I know what I am looking for though and soon enough found it: a big, eight inch, thick, semi-hard cock. The guy was probably about 6'1" and probably 165 pounds - somewhat thin. He was probably a horny poz guy looking to get an anonymous blow job. I took a big hit of the Ironhorse and got an intense rush, dropped to my knees and could not get enough of that beautiful cock in my mouth. I sucked, licked and jerked him, feeling him grow steadily harder as I licked his balls and used my tongue on his head. I love taking a big hard hot cock and putting it across my face, feeling the heat of it, but then I would hit the poppers again and had to pleasure that cock. After about ten minutes, he started to spasm. His cock got even bigger and his cum started shooting into my hungry mouth. I never saw his face and for that matter I couldn’t really tell you his race. Fuck it was hot. I started walking back towards the entrance to the hall and bumped into a group of what felt like three guys. I bent over and sucked a big, thick, uncut cock. The guy was reaching for my ass so I stood up and leaned against the wall letting him have full access. I think he may have been attempting to fuck someone else, because he didn’t make any effort to fuck me, but contented himself by jamming his fingers into my hole. By no means was it bad, but I wanted dick, so I played for the attentions of another guy, and when he evidenced interest, I bent over, grabbed my ankles and just stuck my ass up in the air. He took the hint, and within seconds I felt an average thick cock, about seven inches start rubbing on my asshole. I hit the Ironhorse again and soon enough he was all the way in my asshole. It was fuckin’ hot getting fucked bareback by a hard cock while there were probably eight other guys fuckin’, kissing and sucking all around me and rubbing up against my body. Another big hard cock was shoved in my mouth, but it was hard to keep it in my mouth while I was bent over. The guy in my ass yelled, "take my cum" and he shot a load in my hole. After his cum-covered cock popped out, I tried to turn around and clean my ass juices off of him, but he left too quickly. That was fine by me, however, because another cock immediately took his spot and started fucking me until he also shot his load in my hole. I think I pleasured at least two more guys, taking their loads into my hole, and was about to leave to get a drink and stretch my legs, when a hunky Hispanic guy said, "that was hot watching you get fucked man." I thought about asking him how many guys just fucked me, because my head was a little fuzzy, but I didn't really care. I just knew that I was a happy, cum-filled whore. I hit the bathroom and then went to my room where I had a couple of hits of booze and popped another Xanax, and dimmed the lights. I wanted to try to simulate the sling position in my room. I opened the door and positioned one leg out against the wall to the right and the other leg up on the cabinet to the left. As you can imagine, this requires a fair degree of flexibility, but, being trained in the martial arts, I was fairly well prepared. It also helped that I was fairly tall (at 6'1"). Anyway, a guy came to the door. He was about 5’10”, 160 pounds, and said he had seen in the shower, and hoped I was a bottom. He dropped his towel: his cock was about seven inches, and a bit little thicker than average. I was wondering if he was going to fill my asshole with hot poz seed. He got on his knees and started to lick my asshole and my nuts. Guess he sucked my cock a bit, also. Man, I can still remember how good it felt. Now I've never been a big kisser, but if if I hit the poppers and your pushing your cock in my hole...then I’m game for a tongue snaking its way down my throat! I guess he read my mind, because even without my direction, he stood-up (after getting my hole nice and wet and my cock hard, and came towards me. Now remember my position: just like being in the sling, my hole hanging off the edge of the bed thing a couple inches. The fuckin’ tease was leaning over me and went for my arm pits, sucking and licking for all he's worth. It doesn't really do a lot for me, but knowing it turned him on made me hot. Meanwhile, his hard cock is poking into my right ass cheek. He was probably waiting for me to ask him if he's negative or poz, or to see if I gestured for a condom, but you know my response: fuck that shit. I was buzzed, horny and as far as I know, negative, but I want that raw dick. He was definitely pleased when I I reached around my leg and eased that big hard dick towards my ass lips. In fact, that was all he needed. He moved into position, grabbed his cock and shoved it in, and started fucking. I took another huff of poppers and he stuck his tongue down my throat. Fucking hot. Talk about sensory over-load. We fucked for about 15 minutes, during which time the light bulb in my room burned-out, so he had only the dim light from the hallway by which to see me. Eventually he had me stand up and bend over and fucked me in that position. Then, on my knees. Every time we switched positions I went down and sucked my butt hole juice and his pre cum off of his beautiful dick. Then he wanted me on my stomach. This would be the final position of the fuck. He teased my hole for a minute or so, rubbing his cock head around my ass lips, then shoved it in and started to pump. After a few minutes I asked if he could pull out and blow his load in my mouth. He replied he couldn’t ...he said he wouldn't last long enough. I thought to myself “Ok, give me your poz load.” He pumped a few more strokes and moaned, saying “here it comes, buddy.” His legs trembled as jets of sperm shot into my hole. Sweet! He left his cock in as he came down, and stirred his sperm around in my hole. Hmm, wonder why it seemed he was really trying to work that cum around in me? In any event, when he pulled out, I got to taste his cum as well as my ass when I licked him clean. What a hot fuck. I've had a lot of guys ask my status, and I say neg cause as far as I know I still am, but I only occasionally ask my tops. The last said he didn't know. I have never had a guy tell me to suck his poz cum out of his cock or say he was shooting his poz load into my ass, but that's all I can think about when I'm jacking-off. I've been looking around on BBRTS for poz guys in Ft. Lauderdale or even closer to Ft. Myers. I really want to hook up with a hung guy, knowing he's poz, and give my ass to him. Any takers out there? You can find me on virtually all the hook-up sites. My screen name is ____________. I’m looking for you! -
I was travelling on business, as always I try and find a local sauna for an evenings relaxation. The internet said there were several in town; I viewed all the sites but couldn't decide. I put my hotel's details into streetmap and found that which was closest. I love sauna sex, its so nasty. Ok so i'm no looker, mid 30s and not the slimmest. But I got a fair sized cock and shoot a good load. A poz load, but i dont normally tell the guys I fuck. Or the boys I fuck. If they take raw cock then they know the score surely? But I always find an ass to breed, I don't look poz so no-one asks my status. If they do I normally lie. Especially if I'm out of town, i mean what are the chances of being recognized by someone online who's 250 miles away? Anyway, tonight I found myself in Manchester – gay capital of the North. Home to the gay village and lots of sexually frustrated guys. I got a tram from my Travelodge into town, and walked along to Tariff Street and Basement Sauna. To get there I had to walk down Dale Street, and right past the place of some of my most fun times. Manchester Canal – used to be one of the sleaziest places I've been to, wander down the steps and along the toe path underneath the road and there it was, the sight of guys fucking and sucking. No matter what time it was, day or night there was fun to be had. From teen boys right through to leather clones they've all been there and done by me (and many others). I resisted the temptation to walk down for a nostalgic wander, well it was more a case of preserving my energies. In the late 90s the commonwealth games came to Manchester and they decided it wasn't the done thing to have this area. So they bricked it up and put a floating walk way on the canal for those walking along the footpath. No cruising goes on there any more: a real shame. Still, hopefully the sauna would make up for it. Looked good from the outside, but appearances can be deceptive. Once inside it was clean and tidy, the lad on the desk was hot, wonder if he gets a break and goes to play? It didn't look too busy, but it only takes one or two to make a great night. I put my towel on and went to look for the showers. On the way there I passed a bear sat having a drink in the cafe area, and a skinny guy whose face looked a bit familiar to me. I showered down, whilst I might not be young any more, 6 hours a week at the gym has paid off and i'm looking quite trim now. The guys sure notice me more, thats certain! They also notice my cock with its 10mm prince albert piercing, the shaft is nice – thick and veiny, especially when you've popped a little blue pill like I have tonight. I don't need it, but it comes in handy when you plan on making the most of your out-of-town status. As I soaped my swelling cock, another guy slowly walked past the showers, having a good look as he passed. I took the opportunity to take a good look myself. He was quite hot, a bit older than myself and a nice goatee. I'll look out for him later. I get out of the shower and dry off, wrap up in the towel and go for a wander. As i've never been, its good to know the layout before you need to find a private room cause you've pulled. It looks like a nice place, found the jacuzzi and sauna rooms first, then the steam room and onto the private areas. I've made my mental notes, now its time to find some fun. First off for a soak in the jacuzzi. I know some guys dont like it, sitting there in dirty bath water. Well I'm dirty inside so outside wont make a lot of difference. All alone in there, I take five minutes to relax and enjoy letting the bubbles wash over me. As I sit there with my eyes closed I feel the water move and look to see I've been joined by the goatee guy I had seen earlier. He came and sat right next to me, so I knew the score. His right hand was on my leg within seconds of him sitting down, then it was moving up to my groin. The Viagra meant that as soon as I got some sort of stimulation I'm hard as nails. Mr Goatee guy feels it and makes an audible groan. I reciprocate, reach over and feel his cock. While it's an OK size, it's not anywhere near as big as mine and I wouldn't say mine was big. Poor him. We play with each other's cock for a few minutes and I reach over to play with his nipples. He decides he's not up for that, and removes his hand from my Viagra hard cock. Two seconds later and he's up and gone. Oh well. Gives me more time to relax before hunting for an ass to fuck. I stretch a bit in the water and catch a glimpse of someone walk past, though couldn't see properly just what it was like. Will try and find out in a moment I think to myself as I get out of the water, my erect cock sticking out ahead of me in an obscene manner. I hide it with my towel but it shows off quite well through the terry cotton material. I wander down into the private areas. There were a few doors closed and in the cinema area there were seven guys. None particularly hot, but then again none were particularly ugly either. I joined them and caught a few minutes of the film. It was an unusual choice, “Daddy's teenage turnon” was the title and it's a very good film, it features one of my favourite men, Titpig, fucking the cunt out of a teenage boy. Lovely. Just a shame it's all safe on it, but I doubt they'd release a film with a pozfucker like Steve “Titpig” Hurley breeding a twink. Still I'm sure they'd sell plenty of copies if they did one. Though not on the acting skills of the younger performers. To say it's wooden is an understatement. But when they're on their backs with Daddy cock in them its all good. Just as I'm watching the film, he walks in. The person I saw walk past as I was in the jacuzzi. He was hot, late teens, stocky build and around my height. Something about him was familiar but I couldn't fathom why. I knew I had to have him, we had to recreate our own Daddy's teenage turnon right here and now. Except that I wouldn't care about his wooden acting and he would be taking my poz cock raw. That wasn't up for negotiation. I look across at him and he looks back but shows little interest. Oh well, I'll go for a wander and see if I can get his attention. My cock's magnificent hardness had died down but still padded-out my towel. Now I was getting his attention alright. I left the room and he followed me. Game on. I wander down the corridor to one of the private rooms. I go in, he walks past then wanders off. Fucking prick tease was my immediate thought. I waited, just in case, for him to return. And he did, with a condom and lube in his hand. I felt deflated when I saw the rubber but I was gonna make the best of it anyway. He stood by the door, as if looking for an invitation so i gave my now hard cock a squeeze and that told him all he needed to know. He came in and closed the door behind him. He was really quite hot, mid blond hair in an almost “flattop” style, a bit of facial fuzz. Pierced ear and eyebrow led me to hope for something else pierced. Don't get me wrong, I'm a top but I'm the sort of top who'll suck cock and eat ass. The sort of top who loves to lick sweaty balls and armpits. The sort of top who likes to breed young lads. Just like this one. He was looked a bit uneasy, so I decided 'careful aggression' would be effective. I moved over to him and started to tweak his nipples which made him go weak at the knees. I led him to the bed and led him down, then went exploring. He just seemed to comply without any further thought. I opened his towel and took hold of his painfully hard cock. I cupped his balls so I could get a look at his boycunt. It looked nice and hairy and definitely well used, though not tonight yet. All he could do was moan in enjoyment while I was manhandling his boy equipment. I climbed onto the bed and took his cock into my mouth, right to the root in one go. It was a pleasant cock, around six inches long at a guess but I hadn't brought my tape measure along! Uncut with a foreskin that was best described as nondescript. Not baggy, not tight it was just a foreskin. I skinned his cock back, hoping there might be a little bit of cheese in there. Sadly I was disappointed but you rarely get twink cock with cheese these days. He was bucking his hips, forcing his cock deeper into my throat, groaning wildly as he did. I also had hold of his balls and guessed they were getting ready to shoot their load. I had to get my head off his cock and turn my attention to his ass, these boys are normally gone into the night once they've emptied their load. So I got off and took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of sex and sweat in the little room. He looked most upset that I'd left him that way and went to jerk himself off. “Later” I said and removed his hands. He took the hint and did not return to tossing himself off. He relaxed as I went down on him, tonguing the whole package: his hole, his balls and his shaft. He apparently loved the treatment his hairy lovenuts were getting. And I was loving the musky smell they were giving off, so we were both happy. I got down off the bed and knelt down, I dragged him round so i could get a decent bit of access to his hairy boyhole. I pulled his cheeks apart and tongued that lovely hole. There's no better taste than a moist shithole. I used all my strength to get my tongue even deeper in him, to really taste what this boy was like on the inside, to open him right up and get his boycunt lubed and ready for what i had planned. He loved being done to him, judging by the groans of pleasure and the heavy breathing I was hearing. Just how I like it. He went to play with his cock again, again I swatted his hands off it. Time to change tactic. I left my target alone and got on the bed, straddling him, his hard cock almost at my hole. Teasing me and teasing him. I leaned over and kissed him. Not a peck, but a proper sloppy kiss. Well,that was my intention, but he wouldn't open up to me - at least not initially. I ran my finger along his lips and slipped it into his mouth, which he opened wide for. His eyes were wide, deep blue wide eyes. Like a stunned puppy caught chewing the sofa, he seemed to be absolutely petrified of me, yet massively turned on, judging by the hard cock trying to make its way into my near virginal hole. I moved my lips to his again, this time he left his mouth open and accepted my deep kissing. He started joining in, his facial fur rubbing against mine adding to the moment. I ran my fingers through his lovely soft hair as we kissed, rubbed his neck and investigated his wonderful defined jawline before I finally came up for air. Enough foreplay, now was the time. I whispered into his ear “I'm gonna fuck you!” His eyes opened even wider and he reached over for the Liquid Silk lube and the Boys Own condom. One was gonna get used, the other wasn't. I whispered into his ear again. “RAW only.” He shook his head. I asked him what was wrong, he struggled to get the words “fuck me safely” out. I whispered “I don't do safe, raw or nothing” and prepared to leave. He was clearly torn, worried that I'd leave him left there, high and dry without a cock deep in him, but yet uneasy about taking it bare. I was standing at the door, my towel in hand, my back to him when I heard him say “don't go, please fuck me.” I dropped my towel and reached for the lube. He summoned the courage to ask “please pull out, don't cum in me.” "Ok" I replied, knowing full well I had no intention to do that. I told him to roll over and get on all fours. Thankfully as he was my height his ass was at the right level for my poz cock to penetrate. I got on the bed and clamped my face to his hole again, trying my hardest to get as much natural lubrication into the boy. His moans were getting louder and louder but didn't care, there's nothing wrong with noisy sex. I licked a digit and fingered his hole. Fuck, he was tight. This was going to be fun. I took the Liquid Silk and ripped the corner off with my teeth, then scrunched the corner into a point. I poked this into his hole. Two reasons for this, First, it means he's well lubed from deep inside and second, the sachet has some nice sharp edges and can do some damage all of its own. I squeezed about one-third of the gel into his ass, and then trickled some along my achingly hard cock. I tossed the lube aside and rubbed the white cum like liquid into my deathstick. Now was the time, I told him to take a deep breath and rubbed the cold steel of my PA along his hole. He shivered and I edged forward, an inch of my pozcock was now in his hole. He was moaning but I think it was more in pain that pleasure. I continued to slide in, very slowly though – much more slowly than normal. He was getting used to the invading member and seemed to be backing on to me now. I took this as my cue, and went in to the root. This took his breath away but he was ok with it. He didn't try and get off me. He turned round and I swear there was a tear in his eye. “Please go easy, this is my first time. And make sure you pull out.” Fuck, I'd pulled a virgin who let a poz guy go in bare! I made a mental note to get a lottery ticket on my way home, it really was my lucky day. My poz cock was all the way in his body. He was becoming accustomed to my girth and length, so time came to go in hard. I pulled all the way out and realised whoever sent this lad to me made his virgin hole bleed all over my cock too! And not just a streak of blood, a fucking gush. His hole was being lubed with his blood. The room was all sticky, the smell was of shit, blood and sex. The best smells in the world. There was no way i was going to hold out while using this one, much as I'd have loved to make this fuck last for an hour or more. I got him to lie flat on the bed, his cock trapped painfully between him and the bed. I'll sort that out later on. Now I had one sole purpose in life. To cum inside that cute twink's boycunt and bring another pozzie into the fold. I said “You ok, boy?” He said “Yeah, I guess I'll be fine.” He didn't know the half of it. I knew I was close, I had to practise my technique. I call it sliding a load out. I don't know if its got a proper term, but it's when you fuck and pump seed into the bottom but the tempo of your fuck gives him no idea that you've bred him. You then apologise and tell him you couldn't cum. Hehe. And here it was, I'm at a rapid pace, my poz cock is flying in and out of his hole and then I feel the trickle of my toxic seed out of my balls and along my cock. Into his hole, and courtesy of the blood straight into his bloodstream. He'll have no idea what has happened 'til he's gone into the night and I'm back home. Then a few weeks later he'll get the fuck flu and just think he's caught a bug. It's only after a few years he'll test and realise he was bred. And by then he'll have no idea who did it. But I will. I'd love to tell him. Tell him the cock that took his cherry also took his life too. I kept fucking, knowing i was really working that seed deep into him. He said “I cant take much more,” so I pulled out and said I'd save my cum for someone else later. He said “cool” and flipped over. I took his cock deep in my mouth and deep throated him til he flooded my throat with his seed. He was almost yelling at me in enjoyment. It did taste nice and there was lots of it. If he turns top that'll be good seed for breeding with. I got off and put my towel on, he said “thanks, that was great.” I said “the pleasure is all mine” and left the room. I went and showered while he just went and got dressed and left. When I was in the shower the skinny guy from earlier came over and asked if I had had fun. I said yeah. He told me he'd been looking over the top of the partition and saw me fucking the kid really hard. He told me I was a lucky cunt and asked me if I'd bred him. I played innocent and said “how do you mean bred?” He said “I know who you are and what you do. Breed boys. I'm jealous you got to him first, or I'd have done the same.” We exchanged details in the cafe and went back to finding some fun. Sadly no other nice lads in, so I left shortly after. Striding through town on my way back to the tram, it occurred to me who the kid was. Another one who's profile I'd seen. It was Gazdragon from BNSkin. Nice. Wonder if he really knew who I was? Oh well, I'm sure he'll find my profile someday and really fuck his head up. Sweet.
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I got home late and my roommate had been taken a few too many Ambien, and started to tell me about a guy who wanted to take photographs of various items in my roommate's ass. I deduced they have some kind of text/sex cel phone relationship. Having gotten all worked-up, my roomie had inserted a wine bottle up his cunt, as well as a long dildo with a fat head that measures 14 inches in length. But all his phone video looked like shit, so I offered to take a movie with my MiniDV. After a lot of his wandering around the apartment high and completely naked (he has a really hot little ass) he finally appeared with the dildo in his hand. We laid a towel over a chair and he proceeded to sit his cunt down on that whole big rubber cock. He fucked himself with it for a while and then let it pop out, and it was covered in lube, butt juice, and goo. Got me hard. Now, we didn't have a sexual relationship, but we were two guys sharing a two bedroom apartment, so it was not particularly unusual to catch glimpses of each other naked, but I had never watched him impale himself on a huge dildo, so this was a treat. I don't know if he got more Ambien in him or what, but he started to act freaky, and I didn't want him wandering around the apartment, so I threw back the covers and pulled him next to me in the bed. He clutched my arm and literally passed out in a matter of minutes, sound asleep, deeply unconscious, his back towards me. After a few minutes, I turned off the light on my side of the bed, wondering what to do, but I was hard as a fucking rock. So I reached down with my free hand and felt-up his cunt. I was curious to see if he was still lubed, and how far I could go. Sure enough, he was thoroughly lubed and he also seemed oblivious to my exploration, so I spat on my cock, spooned him, and slid my cock up into his hole. He's a snotty fag boy who works in a high fashion retailer. A lot of guys wanna hit that ass on a daily basis, and many of them do, but he makes them wear a condom. I know, because he tells me about all his trysts, but last night with the thought of barebacking him, without his consent, turned me on so much I came in his cunt quite quickly. I could feel my cock throb as it spewed it's cum into his hole. It felt like it was twice its normal length and width as, with each throb, another big, ropey shot of my poz cum took root. I left it in there for a while and then went to the other bedroom where I slept soundly until morning. He woke up and asked what he was doing in my bed. I told him that he had flopped onto my bed at some point, and rather than awaken him, I just let him sleep. Of course I left out the part about filling his faggot cunt full of my liquid cum. I bet it squirts out of him the first time he farts at work today while selling those suits.
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Poor Choice Leads to Forced Conversion
Hotload84 posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
Guys, there’s an old adage that goes, ”Watch out what you wish for….” Well, let me tell you I had a lot of bizarre fantasies—and they all came true—along with a lot more than I ever wanted or expected. I met Troy in an AOL chatroom. We started off with the usual BS. Over time I revealed my innermost fantasies to him, though to my credit I confessed they were just—reveries. He got bored, said he was into none of that. Nonetheless, we continued corresponding. I came to think of him as just another internet acquaintance—because I’m your typical fortyish gay male and he, a 23 year old muscle jock—straight at worst, Bi, at best. So gradually I lost interest, and our chats became less frequent. One day he e-mailed me asking if I’d like to meet. My cock sprang to attention. We reconnoitered at a local bar. I get nervous when I meet new people, and that night I got very, very drunk. I said I needed to get home, but Troy told me I could spend the night with him. It was Friday evening, going on Saturday, and through my drunken haze the thought of bedding down with hunky Troy enthralled me. Big mistake. No sooner did we reach his van, than he and two of his companions jumped me. They bound and gagged me, and threw me in the back. One of them slapped my ass, muttering what a fun night it was gonna be. Images of gay-bashings flashed through my inebriated brain. I thought sure this was the end. We drove for what seemed like hours, and turned off on a bumpy, gravelly road. The three of them got out. The rear door opened, and they dragged me to my feet. They untied my legs. It was so dark I couldn’t see a thing, but from the smells and night sounds, I knew we were in the country. They led me up some stairs. Troy fumbled with a key and shoved me in a pitch black room. They removed the cuffs, stripped me, and lifted me to a massive wooden table. I struggled, though I knew I wasn’t going anywhere without my clothing. Using rope and straps, they bound me, face up, spread-eagled, and went outside. I was strapped down around my chest and arms and legs, so I was pretty well immobilized. Nothing else happened for a while; but I heard their raucous laughter and beer tabs popping. Finally they returned, beers in hand, and hovered over me. Troy pointed to the others. There were Todd and Timmy. The three T’s. All three were pretty decent—especially Timmy—the most gorgeous twink I’d ever laid eyes on—early twenties, tan, and built. Troy spoke. “This is Pussy Faggot Danny, my internet companion. Danny would be an all right kind of queer, ‘cept he’s got these disgusting fantasies regarding watersports and AIDS. So I thought we’d give him a taste of his own medicine, and see how much he likes it. In addition, we got a couple extra treats for Danny. Ever hear of Hepatitis-B, Danny Boy? I got it. And tonight I’m gonna share it with you.” “Todd here’s our Nurse. He’s gonna make sure you get our STD’s. He’s got the Clap—for the third time. He’s gonna give it to you. Hope you appreciate his pain. I asked him to skip the Penicillin until he got through with you.” “I’m sure you’ve noticed pretty Timmy, here. He’s your dream cum true. He’s got HIV. Know how he got it? Gang-banged by a bunch of faggots like yourself. He’s a little homophobic, so don’t push him.” Troy handed Tim a leather gag with a ball sewn in it. The ball had a hole in the center. To help me breathe, I figured. Gorgeous Timmy bent over me, and my cock began to stir. He punched me in the balls. My nuts shriveled, I wailed. My high-pitched shriek resounded off the cabin walls. It didn’t even sound like me. Tim slapped my face, bloodying my nose. “Do that again, cocksucker, and you’ll regret it.” He hastily regagged me, and shoved a plastic funnel in the hole. Troy approached with a black butt plug. Todd and Timmy lifted up my legs. Sans lube, he shoved it in me. I screamed again, but, gagged, my cries came out like puppy yelps. Tears rolled down my cheeks. “Okay, Todd. Go to work on him.” The nurse Todd lubed up a catheter and pushed it in my piss slit. My torment was intense. His veins stood out as he worked it in me. I cried in agony. At last it slid into my bladder. Yellow fluid filled the tube. Todd smiled in satisfaction. “First time I ever did that.” He connected the other end of the tubing to the funnel. Piss began to flow into my mouth. I coughed and gagged, but learned I had to swallow or drown in my own urine. Reaching in his pocket, Todd pulled out a syringe. From Troy, then Timmy, then himself, he drew blood. Three times I suffered their serologic injections. I ended up with Band-Aids on my arms. At last they retreated to the porch. I was glad to be alone. How dare they do this to me! True homophobes would have done me better. At least I’d have been dead by then. But these Fuckers meant for me to live—and suffer! Beneath the gag a fatalistic smile crossed my face. I was totally at their mercy, but I was going to survive! When they returned, about half an hour later, all three of them were nude. I found myself admiring their youthful bodies. They had such taunt physiques, compared to my forty year-old body. Laughing, they approached the table. One by one they pissed into the funnel. I swallowed madly, attempting to absorb their streams. I thought my gut was gonna burst. Their beer-diluted urine overflowed the funnel and ran down my cheeks and neck. Troy said, “Timmy, give Danny Boy a good night kiss. He seems to like you best.” “Fuckin’ AIDS Whore!” Timmy growled. Anticipating yet another blow, I shut my eyes. A door slammed somewhere. I opened them again as a hand massaged my dick. I shuddered when I realized I was alone with sadist Timmy. Warily I awaited another unprovoked attack; but alone he seemed transformed. I grew sexually aroused. I’d forgotten the catheter till I spasmed. N ever had I experienced such an intense yet painful climax! Timmy disconnected the tube from the funnel and sucked my cum, and piss, down his throat. He removed the gag and kissed me deeply—spitting jizz and piss from his mouth to mine. God, that troubled boy was hot! He disconnected the tubing from the funnel and pulled out the butt plug. It had shit and blood all over it. He stuck the end of the catheter up my ass. My recycled urine, and theirs, flowed into my ass, puddling on the table beneath me. He lit a cigarette and went outside. When he returned, urine was dribbling on the floor. He reconnected the tubing to the funnel, untied my legs, and raised them to his shoulders. His hard shaft probed between my legs. Between the blood and piss and shit, he entered me easily. That beautiful POZ man plunged in and out of me. I was torn between his superlative magnificence and the ugly disease I knew consumed him. Timmy thrust harder. His breathing came in spurts, his panting grew intense. That ravishing maniacal youth was close to cumming. “HERE’S HIV FOR YOU, COCKSUCKER!” He convulsed as volley after volley of his poison jizz shot in me. Exhausted, his noxious shaft quiescent, his handsome profile collapsed upon my chest. His sinewy forearms encircled me. He ravenously bit my neck till it was badly bruised. Toward morning, Todd came in. With bloodshot eyes, he stumbled toward me. His need was obvious. He leaned over the table, his slimy shaft, glistening precum, bobbed up and down mere inches from my face. He worked his shaft as if to milk the precum from it. A greenish-yellow goo oozed out instead. “I’m gonna see the Doc on Monday, but tonight we party.” He pulled the bloody, shitty, cummy butt plug from my ass, and wiped it across my face. He undid my legs. I kicked and wailed my through the gag. He slapped my gut. “Stop that shit, or I swear I’ll cut you!” I acquiesced. Gonorrhea could be cured: castration was forever. After his violent adrenal rush, he had trouble getting hard again. He fucked me half an hour before he shot. At 9:00 A.M. the three of them removed the apparatus. Troy ran a wash cloth across my blood and cum and shit caked face. They let me dress, retied, regagged me, and led me to the van. The morning sunlight blinded me. The place was someone’s summer cabin. Beyond the unkempt lawn, tall pine trees soared above the sequestered structure. I sensed a different attitude in Todd and Timmy. They treated me kindly, almost with respect—now that I was one of them. When we got back to the bar, Troy crawled in. He shut the door behind him. Air off, the summer sun baked the roof and made the inside suffocating. We were alone. His accomplices had fled. He unzipped, and his massive 8” shaft popped out. He untied my shoes and pulled off my jeans and briefs. “Remember this, Cocksucker.” His pole connected with my ass. So close to freedom, I had not the slightest inkling nor desire to resist. My second shot at Hepatitis B, I thought. He untied and ungagged me. I quickly dressed. He threw the van doors open to alleviate the stifling heat. By then we were both drenched with sweat. Afraid he might reconsider, I crawled on hands and knees towards the door. “You belong to us now. Keep in touch,” he yelled out after me. The only other vehicle in the lot was mine. I staggered in a zigzag pattern toward it. I fumbled for my keys. By the time I got inside, Troy, too, was gone. I slept all day and into Sunday, awoke feverish and sick—three blood stained Band Aids on the bed stand. -
Hey all! I’m a neg 23 year old bottom boy (5'9" 140# 7"uncut), who up until now has been pretty vanilla in my sexual escapades. I decided I wanted to try something more on the wild side, so I got on gay.com and found a guy named "top4boyz." He said that I was nothing but a slut and that I needed to get filled with cocks. I thought he was a freak and so I closed the window, but finding nothing else online, I got really curious as to what would be in store for me if I took him up on his offer. I admit, I was also motivated by his stats, which sounded hot: 26 years old, 6'2" 185 pounds, muscular build eight inches, cut. Well, he was more than happy to talk to me again, he told me to be blindfolded and naked with my legs in the air and leave the door unlocked. So, that evening at the specified time, I got lubed and naked and put on a blindfold. A few minutes later I heard the door opening. I heard him undressing and then he walked up to me, rubbed his cock across my ass and said "Hey cumpig, are you ready to begin your new life as a poz slut?" I replied "yes Sir". He then said, "You feel my poz dick? I don't have a condom on it, and I'm not going to put one on. I'm going to fuck you and cum inside your ass raw and you're gonna love it." I started to object when he shoved it in to the hilt and held my shoulders down. It hurt for a minute, but then I realized how wonderful it felt and I began to beg him to fuck me harder. He asked me where I wanted him to cum. I was so turned on by his sexy voice and the feel of his eight inches piston fucking me that I yelled out "wherever you want Sir!" He told me that he was gonna cum inside me and that meant that I was forever gonna be a poz bareback cumpig and never be allowed to have a condom used on me again. I said "oh yes" and immediately came. He shot his load inside me and left his cock in my hole for a few seconds until he was done climaxing, saying he wanted every last drop of cum to find a home in my ass. I thought that everything was over, but he told me to remain blindfolded and that he was having other hung men come to use my hole now that I had been initiated into raw mansex. He told me I was not to know who was fucking me but that the tops would all have a minimum of eight inches. He told me there would be young dudes, old men, all races, neg dick, and poz dick. I took nine cocks that night in my ass, all over eight inches and not one used a condom. All of them came at least once, one guy twice. I have no idea who the men were as I was blindfolded the whole time. I have now given up on condoms completely and I don’t even care who fucks me as long as I get his cum up my hole and he has a big cock, that is, over eight inches. Anyone who is gonna be in Buffalo, feel free to contact me and come dump a load. My only requirement: is you must be over eight.
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Probably the most oft requested thing by our curious readers is the story of the first time Zach or I took a poz load. Obviously our readers also have very dirty thoughts on their minds. The problem is neither of us knows when he first took a poz load. I can tell you the first time I knowingly took a poz load, but we do suspect a few tricks prior to that occasion of being poz. In fact, if it hadn't been for the revelation that some of the guys with whom we had barebacked were poz, we probably wouldn't have started exclusively barebacking or knowingly take poz loads (although I'm sure it we would have eventually reached this same point, just not at that time). Frankly, the more we learned who, in fact was poz, and indeed that most guys in the BB community are poz (even if they don't know it), the less it seemed important to fear exposure to poz loads. We had both been chatting online with various openly poz guys who were very hot and wanted to fuck around with us, but had shied away, knowing they were poz. Even though we had let guys dump loads into our asses without disclosure of HIV status, knowingly taking a poz load takes a certain leap of faith. It's like surrendering your virginity - all over again. One day I was on BBRT and received a message from a cute little European stud, Ivan. He was looking for other poz guys with whom to play. Needless to say, he was only interested in bareback. Since he said he only felt comfortable playing with other poz guys, I told him I had also just tested poz. Even though I preached about honesty, I figured in this case, disclosure rules didn’t apply, since I had the right to risk HIV, and I, being negative, couldn’t hurt this cutie. We chatted for quite a while and found out we had pretty much everything else in common - sexually speaking. He shared some photos and a video of him jerking off and blowing one of the biggest loads I'd ever seen. Immediately, visions of that load filling my ass filled my head. Even though there were other poz guys on line that night, at least a couple of whom I thought were hotter looking and with whom I would love to have played, something clicked while we were chatting and I knew that I wanted Ivan to fuck me - to be my first openly poz hook-up. He said he was generally a bottom, but I told him I really wanted to flip-fuck, and exchange loads. Happily he was game. I told Zach all about the exchange, and I shared the pictures and video. He seemed equally excited for me to get together with Ivan. I set up the hook-up for that night, wasting no time. Ivan said he had a four day load saved-up and couldn't go another night without getting off. I knew I was in for a big load and was excited as hell. On the drive over to his place, I had a mix of anxiety and excitement. The excitement won over though, ‘though, and the anxiety just pumped up my adrenaline. I arrived at Ivan’s place, and I wasted no time in telling him to start fucking me. Our clothes were off and he worked his cock into my ass within five minutes of my walking through the door. He was very easy to take since he was only about average sized, which for gay tops means small, but I was in it for the very large charged load. He fucked me for the better part of an hour, non-stop, and I was getting cramped. It turned out he had never cum in anyone before and was having trouble climaxing. I told him that I would fuck him and he could jerk-off and when about to come, he could fuck it into my hole. We proceeded with that plan. I started to play with Ivan’s ass: I could tell he was a natural bottom. His ass was small, bubble shaped, firm, and completely smooth. His hole was dark purple and puckery. I rimmed and fingered it for a while. It was quite tight for someone who was a self-professed bottom slut. His skin also had a distinctive flavor and smell that only foreigners have - not like the usual vanilla white American boys. Using just the spit from our rimming session, I slid my cock into him. Once past his tight hole, I found a large open cavity that was a playground for my cock and could definitely hold a lot of cum, just as one would expect of a natural cum-dump. It only took me a minute to shoot my load into his hole, and, I surprised myself by being able to get another load off. Guess the excitement was getting my balls in a tizzy. As I was pounding his ass for round-two, Ivan had been jacking his cock, and was rapidly approaching climax, so I pulled out, the cum and ass juices dripping of my cock, and likewise oozing out of his hole. I got on all fours, and he mounted me doggie style. I was ready to receive his load. He pointed his cock at my hole as he began to slide his cock in my hole. In the process of doing so, he apparently came, because I saw a stream of white cum gush from the tip of his cock and felt it well-up out of my hole. He rammed his cock into my hole and finished unloading in me for quite some time. He pulled his cock out of me and fingered my hole for a while, massaging the gobs and gobs of warm gooey poz cum into my hole. I went to the bathroom to clean-up a bit and bent over in front of the mirror to admire my own hole. It was glistening and irresistible, so I fingered myself a bit more, this time watching in the mirror. I pushed a little cum out and watched it dribble down from my hole. I fingered it around my asslips, and then licked my finger clean. I was mesmerized. I couldn't believe I had taken that plunge. I kept the rest of his cum inside me so I could feel its warmth while I fell asleep that night. That night I slept with dreams of all the other poz guys I had previously passed-up, and fantasized about what I would do with them when I had the chance.
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Having advertised a POZZING PARTY, I had 4 guys cum over—2 POZ (self-included), 3 NEGS and 3 No-Shows. No one except I, as Host, was absolutely certain of each Reveler’s Status; and that I had to know, to guarantee fair treatment of the NEGS. The first guy to arrive, one of the NEGS, went down on me. We 69’d; and that's when Stud #2, a POZ Dude like myself, arrived. He got on his knees to rim the NEG’s Mancunt. That aroused the NEG, who deep-throated me insatiably. Ten minutes later, two other NEGS arrived, a Latino and a short fem Blonde. I told the former to lock the door, so we could go at each other uninterrupted. NEG #1, the one with whom I’d 69’d, announced he wanted to get fucked. That was all he had to say—because we literally dragged him down the stairs, and threw him in my Sling. One after another, we fucked his pretty bubble Butt, cumming inside him, Spooge spilling out onto the carpet. I whispered to the other POZ Dude to let the two NEGS have at him, so that the Hole we inherited would hopefully be well-used and abraded. I think he took the hint as to who was NEG and who was POZ. The Bottom moaned that he was gonna shoot. I shoved my oozing Dick between his lips. He groaned louder, arched his back, and shot his last NEG Load all over his chest! The two NEGS standing over him, creamed on his Pubes, while the POZ guy pumped his acrid Jizm up his Rectum. It was just too much for me to bear. I shot my POZ Seed deep down his gullet. I and the POZ Top slumped onto the Bottom in the Sling. The NEGS sat down. We were all spent. The NEG Latino guy announced he, too, wanted a Load up his Asshole. The four of us lined up to fuck him in the Sling. We alternated between biting his Nips, fucking his face, and making him eat our Pussies. Eventually he got a few loads, although not mine. After about 4 hours, and a couple beers each, the guys were pretty well exhausted. One by one they trailed off for home, except for the fem NEG Blonde. When we were alone he confided, ”I’ve always wanted to be raped.” "No problem," I said, recognizing that you can't really “rape” the willing. But I was more than willing to give it a shot. I led him down the stairs and handcuffed him. I had some rope hanging from the ceiling, and tied the cuffs to it, suspending him, his arms behind his back. He started to complain, so I grabbed an old jock strap and shoved it between his teeth. I punched him in the stomach (none too hard), lambasting him, “You’re my meat now! I couldn't care less how bad you feel!” I lubed up his Pussy with my special blend of butter-flavored Crisco, Baby Oil, and Ambusol (an over-the-counter toothache medication) and started fingering his Prostate, making his pretty Cock bounce hard as a rock. I progressed to 2 fingers, still working on his Prostate, making his Cock bob frenetically. When I went for 3 fingers, he started squirming and protesting. He flinched and groaned, and tried to scream through the fabric of the jock strap. When I inserted the 4th finger, he jumped sky high and got twisted up cause of the cuffs. I used my free hand to grab the Poppers bottle and opened it with my teeth. I held it to his nostrils for 15 seconds, force-feeding him an enormous hit. Intoxicated by the Inhalant, his Ass loosened up enough so I could get my thumb in, too. I grabbed the Crisco and relubed the portion of my hand that wasn’t up his Ass. Applying all the pressure I could muster, I shoved my Duke completely up his Pussy! He squirmed and twisted, trying to pull off. My primal instincts got the best of me. I didn’t give a shit whom or what got hurt. It was Him or Me—Do or Die, with Me Doing or Him Dying. I was determined to subjugate the Dude. "YOU'RE GONNA TAKE MY FUCKING FIST, BOY. LIKE IT OR NOT!" He was breathing really hard—almost hyperventilating. To my amazement, I was already in him up to my wrist! My Cock was raging. With my free hand I grabbed his Dick, which had gone soft, and jerked It rhythmically, while I plowed my other Fist in and out of his pretty blonde Manpussy. I wrapped my arm around him real tight and aimed my rock hard Cock at the Hole in which my digits were concealed. On the third attempt I got my Shaft in beside my curled up palm and his Ass Walls. He moaned and groaned in pain and pleasure, but mostly pain. Once I got my Dick in him, I fucked him with a real fury! When I got pretty close, I wanted him to shoot. I love the feel of being inside an Ass when a Dude Cums. Makes me Cum, too. As my left hand jerked and yanked his Shaft, I fucked him with a vengeance. I felt his tension mount, his back arch, and his legs stiffen. I pumped till he began to yelp behind the Jock Strap. His Cock, by then as hard as any Shaft can get, bounced up and down and twitched maniacally as I jacked him off. Precum drooled through my fingers, as my other hand kept on drilling at his Hole while simultaneously my Cock slid in and out of him. He wailed with short, arrhythmic bursts. His Dickhead lurched as he shot his first wave of NEG orgasmic Nectar. I plowed his Ass, getting very close to spurting. His Cock kept on twitching with spirited thrusts, spitting out NEG ManJuice as I pumped It. I bawled that I, too, was gonna shoot. He ejaculated further. Our mutual Orgasms seemed to go on forever. I shot a huge diseased Load up his Ass, filling him with pure unmedicated Virus. Within him, I could feel the deceptive warmth of my cold contaminated Jizm as it splashed against my hand. NEG Cream dribbled down my wrist as his Rod spurted more unadulterated ManSeed with each convulsion. I teased his Cock Head with my fingernail, tantalizing him still further. I used my hand inside his Pussy to milk every drop of toxic Spooge from my sadistic Tool, spilling each and every septic Glob onto his Innards. Once our stores were mutually depleted, I withdrew hand and Shaft from his ravaged Pussy. When I untied the cuffs, he fell to the floor. I removed the jock strap. “MY GOD!” he bellowed, but before he could finish what he was saying, I shoved his face onto my Rod so he could drain the last remaining drops of Bug-Infested Semen. Once I was sure I had passed along all the Sick Spunk I had to offer, I grabbed the key. His wrists were raw, abraded by the cuffs; and I applied Absorbine Junior. That must have stung because he flinched. He stayed the night with me, and I fucked him at 3 more times before he left, each time ejaculating blighted Spooge into his Mancunt. He promised to Cum to my Party in December. Perhaps by then, he, too, will have something POZITIVE to offer.
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Improbable Pozzing in Phoenix Tea Room
Hotload84 posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
I suppose that if it had not been such a hot afternoon (summer in Phoenix can be such a bitch), and had I not had my appointments canceled the last minute, I might have never gotten bored that afternoon. And if I had not gotten bored, I would never have been POZZED, at least not that day. But as fate would have it, it happened. How do I know? Since our company had just been bought out, I’d been working 10-12 hours, 6 or 7 days, for the past three months. In other words, no sex. And continued to do so for another two months. So I knew when it happened, right to the day, the hour almost. I bet none of you ever heard of a guy getting POZZED through a Tag-Team Event, but it happened. I was a stranger in town, and had nothing better to do. I figured a movie was better than going back to my hotel room. I was attending a sales convention, and there was no escaping the group. I picked a theatre that was showing an old Joan Crawford flic that I’d missed the first ten times around. It was on a side street and off the beaten track. I wanted to be sure none of my coworkers would wander in, and we’d be stuck with each other the rest of the afternoon. I went in about ten minutes early. I had enough time for a cig, so I headed for the john. I’m not above cruising, but I had always heard that Phoenix is a pretty dead place, and what I’d seen the previous four days had convinced me. Just as I suspected, the john was dirty and DESERTED. There were three urinals and two stalls. I saw peep holes in the stall doors, but no eyes peered back at me. The acrid piss and cum smell and the scribbled porn on the walls gave me a hardon. I hadn’t had sex for 3 months. I pushed a stall door open and walked in. In place of a glory hole was a rectangular opening bigger than the proverbial breadbox—possibly an ill-conceived remodeling project put on hold. Intrigued, I sat down to see what would happen. A scrawny Kid, of 18 wandered in. He kept his pants drawn over his knees so that I couldn't see much as he played with himself. Out of the corner of his eye I knew he was watching, so I gave my dick a few healthy whacks that brought ooze to my piss-slit. That was all the Kid needed. He motioned me to stick my dick through. I didn't waste time in complying. His tongue darted over my cock, coating it with enough spit and slime to lube the tightest of asses. He was driving me mad, as he could tell from the way my dick spasmed. He tongued me down to the balls and mouthed each of them, while sliding his hand along my slick pole. I was afire with his hot tongue and his hand jerking my tool. Afraid that I’d pop in midair, I drew back through the hole to calm down. I sat there for some minutes till the Kid stood and gave me my first view of his pole. It was a tad longer than mine and straight as an arrow with a heart-shaped head. It looked juicy and thick, and I wanted to suck him. But he seemed reluctant, and when I stuck mine back through, he whispered, "Turn ‘round." I’ve been fucked many times, but never in a tea room, and was willing to give it a try. I expected to feel this hard shaft force its way in me. Instead his warm tongue dove into my crack. His hands spread my cheeks as he sought out ground zero. I gave him wide birth and pressed my ass to the rectangle as I wiggled my hips and fucked air. Was it “good”? You don't know “good” till you’ve had it. He kept up his licking and tonguing till I was ready for anything. He lubed his fingers with Vaseline and stuck ‘em in me. I felt the head of his tool probe my hole as he began the drive home. He plowed me gently at first, an inch at a time, till his meat thrust within me. I figured I’d taken it all, but with each stroke he pressed ever deeper. I gave a quiet sigh when he was all the way in. But I sighed too quickly, for then the real pounding began. I had to straight-arm the opposite wall to avoid being thrown off balance. He slammed into me like there was no tomorrow. I cried out in agony, but the Kid gave me no respite. Man, he knew how to fuck! He'd pull it all the way out until my ass would snap shut on the head, and then he'd drive into me with every ounce of strength he had left. I began to cooperate (even if it didn’t always feel so good hurt when he hit bottom). Faster and faster he pumped, and I could tell from the passion with which his balls slapped my ass, he was ready to shoot. His POZ JIZZ scorched me like fire, and I jumped at heat and intensity of his discharge. He kept his shaft in me till it softened, and the Bastard started to piss. I tried to pull off (I don't go for that shit!), but he had me by the hips and I had no place to go. When he pulled out, piss and cum exploded all over the place as vainly I tried to get back on the pot. I was relieved to see that there was no blood, least none that I perceived, so I guessed the fucking hadn't been too severe. But the way my insides burned, I knew my ass had been severely abraded. He handed me a note: "Got a buddy outside who loves to fuck. He’s got one much bigger than mine. Wanna meat him?” I shrugged my shoulders. "What's wrong?" "I wanna cum, too," I whined petulantly. "My buddy’ll do ya. He's the best!" Lured by the stunning endorsement, I couldn’t resist. The kid dressed and left. *********************************** R-O-U-N-D T-W-O ************************************* I was a little surprised when his friend turned out to be a tall, rangy Black. He dropped his pants and sat down. "My name's Pat. The Kid says you need it.” As I debated whether to stay, the dude plopped his dick through the hole. I can honestly say that I have never seen bigger. It was a good 6 inches dead soft. There is a little of the Size Queen in each of us; and as a matter of principle, I had to have this one. "Suck it, Baby!” he whispered, as I wrapped my mitt around it. "Eat that big Motherfucker!" The combination of his melodious voice and the pulsing of his hips aroused me. I shoved my ass up against that big black tool and braced myself for him to shove it in. But like his buddy, he rimmed me. His tongue had to have been nearly as long as his cock, for once he got started, it felt like I had several inches of tongue in me. And after the piss bath the Kid had given me, I was totally clean. "Fuck my ass!" I looked over my shoulder and saw him rubbing oil on his cock. God! How it glistened! How long and black! He reached through the glory rectangle, grabbed me by the waist, and rammed it in me. The pain was excruciating. I struggled to pull off, and it was all I could do to not scream. My intestines burned like hellfire, but there was no deterring him. He screwed me like someone possessed. My asshole ached from being snapped open and shut so many times as he plowed in and out. Each time he thrust deeper, pain seared through my gut. I still didn’t feel his balls against me, so he wasn’t in all the way. From his panting I knew he was close. He lunged at me savagely. Something inside me went snap, and the pain grew acute. At last his black balls came to rest on my ass, and I’d taken that huge piece of meat to the hilt. My life boiled down to that single moment of passion, and I cared only for his pending climax. He plowed in a frenzy and drove deeper and harder. His throbbing manshaft rearranged my intestines, and cared not a whit for any negative consequences, and didn’t even consider the POZITIVE one. With one pivotal movement he pulled out and plunged in all the way up to his balls. POZ JIZZ flooded my innards. I closed my eyes and pictured that huge purple snake spitting its poisonous venom into my guts. I grabbed my meat and beat it like hell as I shot the last NEG wad of my life on the opposite wall. I heard the pop of retreating flesh disengaging as he gingerly inched out, and I slumped down on the toilet to recover. I had a little trouble with my ass after that, but my Doc, in whom I confide, reassured me I just needed rest. By the time I went in for a follow-up visit, things at work had calmed down, and I was back to my normal hours and sex life. It was then that Doc suggested an HIV test. I was on the road back in Phoenix, when my cell rang and I got the POZ news. After a couple hours of meditation at the bar, I walked over to the little theater. The glory rectangle was still there; and when I spotted the dried blood on the wall, I knew that the Black Dude and the Kid had been at it again. Oh, yeah, I couldn’t waste the trip. I finally saw the Joan Crawford movie, and plowed a fatherly gentleman and a long-haired punk—BAREBACK, of course.-
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I met Brandon, a local guy, online. He’d made no bones about being a POZ TOP and into BAREBACKING. I accused him of being a GIFT GIVER; and he replied he couldn’t be, because a Bottom’s odds for getting POZZED were 1 in 50,* so it was unlikely he’d ever POZZED anyone on the first Fuck. I wrote back that I was NEG, a BOTTOM, and, since we were almost neighbors, we ought to get together. We set up a date for two days later. When I pulled into the parking lot, I quickly spotted his blue van. He was leaning against the bumper, smoking. 5’9”, 155, bleached hair, wrinkled tee and cut-offs. I pulled up beside him, in my office duds; and we set off down the jogging trail. A footpath veered into the woods. I took it and approached a tiny clearing, littered with tissues and used condoms. I dropped my slacks and pushed down my briefs, to piss. Brandon came up behind me and reached around to pump my gushing shaft. My yellow stream overflowed his fingers. He turned me round and wiped his hand across my lips. We kissed, and his 6” slipped between my legs. Huge testicles, compact with Toxic Jizz, compressed against my thighs. He pushed me to my knees and fucked my mouth. His balls raked against my chin, an invitation to palm his naked Sac and milk it. Aroused, he turned me round and bent me over. I grasped a tree trunk for support. My ass was in the air and my legs were spread. I moaned in passion, and not too quietly, as the sun rays and summer breeze cavorted on my naked butt in concert with the hot tongue rimming me. He arose, and grasped my hips, and pressed his bare cock against my sphincter. It felt so good, him easing into me, even though he’d used no lube other than his spit. I faced the trail; and, through the trees, caught glimpses of guys and gals cavorting past, as I cried out in pain and pleasure. He pulled out, removed his cutoffs, briefs, and tee, and arranged them on a bed of leaves. He lay down on the blanket he had fashioned. His 6” shaft, glistening spit and slime and precum, winked up at me. I knew the fallacy of “1 in 50” – the odds for a Thousand Faggots getting POZZED. But I was not a Thousand. I was One. Some guys POZ from Precum, while others take a thousand loads—and nothing. Which was I? I straddled him and guided his throbbing Cock into me and eased down till my ass connected with his pubes. I began the rhythmic pulsing which I knew would spur an avalanche of Venom up my ass. It was only minutes before he groaned in hedonistic agony that he was cumming. Emboldened by his proximity, I ground away till torrents of his Poison Jizz invaded me. He got up, brushed off his shorts and tee, and left me naked, standing there, his lethal Load dripping down my thighs. I’d shaved that morning, and in my haste to get to work, had nicked my Mancunt several times. I reached behind and worked a finger up my ass. As I suspected, my digit came back laced with Pink. At work that afternoon my Hole felt open, fucked and gratified. My briefs grew damp and my thighs sticky as his pungent Cream drained out of me. It’d been just hours since I’d been Fucked and already I craved replenishment of his Charged Seed. I skipped my nightly shower and sat down at my PC to write him. The odds for a neg bottom getting pozzed: * 1 in 50 per Dr. Jeffrey Klausner on Gay.Com, Source: http://channels.gay.com/health/hiv 08-08-02 ** 1 in 200 in the January, 2002 issue of the medical journal "Sexually Transmitted Diseases" Source: http://www.planetout.com/pno/news/article.html?2002/01/14/1
