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Chapter 1: True Dark Convert Samael slowly inhaled the scent of the bar: cigarette smoke, vapors of booze, and the oils that preserved the harsh yet slick leather gear of the patrons of the bar. He inhaled deeper; his paranormal senses reaping the sensations no mere mortal human could detect: lust, gluttony, envy, and then finally he honed in on that sweet emotion that hinted innocence. The fear was mild, being managed by bravery and courage that Samael had bestowed upon the young man but he maliciously grinned as his gaze focused on his target. Across the bar Kane sat on a wide bench trying to keep to himself while he stared with wide eyes around the bar. His nervousness would normally have kept him far from a gay leather bar but he reassured himself reading his messages. The young man had a large denim vest with cut off sleeves and had tried his best to pull off a tough guy look; even waxing his blond hair and regretting how he looked like a slick 50’s style grease-ball but the sleek shine of his skin would tell an experienced patron that he was nervous. Kane was sweating, his courage starting to question his belief in whether his contact would show. Trying once again to discreetly check the photos sent to try to find a match in the nearby crowd. “You shouldn’t hold out for a no show-” Kane heard to his side and he looked up at a middle-aged burly man holding a drink. The modest bear wore a blue and metal harness and gave a cheerful grin. “Life’s too short to wait around for patience.” The young man tried to look confident as his brain raced to respond with something witty but Kane couldn’t help but try to discreetly move back. The older bear laughed and fondled a tiny metal canister before taking a quick inhale from it. “Sometimes you gotta seize the night and jump to the exciting thrills.” Kane saw the metal canister offered to him as he heard a separate cold deep voice. “Or the boy is being obedient and waiting for a proper daddy to show him the ropes at the pace he knows is best for him.” A firm hand gripped Kane’s shoulder as the hunting stranger looked up behind his prey. At first there was a look of cool before the bear’s face dropped and he nodded before turning off. Kane’s heart started to slowly pump back to life from the uncomfortable situation before he slowly looked up past his shoulder to see his liberator. The young man nervously grinned before quietly saying “Hi”. Samael’s facial expression changed from cheerful to stern. No human would have heard those words with the loud music and voices but he distinctly addressed the greeting. “Funny, I was beginning to think you weren’t just acting for fun through the messages boy.” The observation was simple but it worked. Kane started to focus in the same mindset as he had flirted and submitted through online messages. The environment around them wasn’t such an interference as was previously feeding the boy’s nervousness as he corrected himself. “I apologize Sir, I’m adapting to this new experience and I honor the opportunity to finally meet you Sir.” Mental logic started processing quickly in Kane’s mind; trying to review as much as he consciously memorized to make sure he was following the rules that had naturally formed when talking to Samael; a man he found himself desiring to follow and learn from. He tried his best to stay as he was and not waver or move unless ordered to. Kane’s eyes had met Samael and he eagerly awaited a response to continue. Those eyes of Samael’s reflected the occasional strobe light as they drew in the young man’s gaze, reading him and the younger male’s eagerness. Samael’s face remained cold and stern as he patted his long awaited subject. “Very good boy, go get me whatever is on tap and a double shot of bourbon.” The elder ordered and firmly handed Kane some cash. Kane firmly gripped the bills and walked to the line for the bartender. He tried to look confident and firm; a slight ping of concern that he might ask for ID since he technically was 19. Luckily the facial hair had developed earlier in life than most and did add a couple of years helping him slip through the front door or so he thought. He didn’t even realize an obvious problem when he handed the cash over to pay for Samael’s order. “You’re a bit short son.” Kane looked and realized he had only been given $3. His face was surprised and instinctively tried to turn to look at Samael but caught himself before he could face defeat. It had to be a test. “Sorry about that.” A hand slipped into his pocket and Kane pulled out a $20 before trying to smoothly hand it off to the bartender. The young man’s chest sunk when he realized that was his bus ticket home and he only got back $5 from that one bill. He nervously put the cash he got from Samael in the tip jar hoping it would be suitable for that embarrassing encounter before he retrieved the beverages. Samael was wetting a cigar with his mouth and Kane got a better look at him in person on his return. The leather daddy’s beard was black reaching down to the bottom of his pecs which were covered by a leather vest unbuttoned; revealing a thick skin but what appeared to be 3 vertical scars down the front. As he approached closer with the drinks he noticed deep red outlines and highlights upon his leather gear, boots and belt holding his jeans that sternly accented his outfit. “Let’s go outside boy.” With that Samael looped his arm around the boy’s shoulder and guided him through the crowd to the outdoor patio. A grin emerged between the elder’s lips as he was anticipating making the boy squirm but had to keep his ambitions in control. He definitely couldn’t let him fully wander far with too many fallen souls to scare him off after finally luring him in. As soon as they were within the door’s range he lit the cigar and Kane shuddered, smelling the aroma; deep, rich, and a burning that was all new to him and intimidating. He especially was thrilled when Samael didn’t care to shield his exhale from the boy and Kane tried everything to avoid coughing but he couldn’t. “You’ll get used to it, it helps to develop those darker tastes we talked about.” Samael put away his lighter and tasted the beer. “Any cash left boy?” A quick response sputtered out. “No Sir.” “Oh really?” Kane felt a firm hand on the back of his neck and he was forced to face those disapproving eyes again. “So how much did it cost?” He didn’t think he would have to be forced to admit how Kane resolved the shortfall. So of course he had to be direct as he felt the pressure on spine. “It was $15 Sir.” “So how is that covered with the $3 I gave you?” Samael puffed on the cigar drawing in the smoke in his mouth. The ember from the small fire reflected wickedly in the pupils of the leather daddy’s eyes; almost scaring Kane to try to escape but all he could do was start to crumble. “I used a $20 I had to cover it.” The chest had started to release tension and relax at the confession but Samael’s brow furrowed and the unfamiliar stench of cigar smoke bombarded Kane’s breathing. “So what happened to my $3 if you blew your $20?” Samael demanded as Kane coughed. “This is what happens when you’re not direct with me boy, you choke on useless words.” Struggling to get his breath back as he felt his lungs swell a bit. “I was-” He stressed but one look at the man before he forced it out. “-ashamed Sir. For not even checking how much you gave me before I ordered your drinks. So I tipped the $3 to the bartender.” Kane had sunk to his knees and found Samael’s boots, well cared for leather with red embossed engraving and a silver emblem but he couldn’t make it out being dizzy. But kneeling before the boots changed his focus and the dominant man caught it. “Boy when I ask you a question you never lie to me and you sure as hell answer it directly. Give me what you have left and I’ll let you kiss and lick my boots.” There was a slight hesitation as Kane instinctively reached to grab the last of his currency. What was he going to do to get home? He couldn’t call his family or friends to pick him up, they would ask too many questions. Why did he have to give his safe passage home to someone he just met tonight in person? That last thought occurred right as Kane reached up holding that $5 bill to the man he was bowing before. “Good boy.” The paper slipped out of his fingers and the sensation of complete vulnerability started to sink deep within Kane. Others were watching, he felt shame overwhelming him in his emotions. But he looked up and seemed to know but not realize that was necessary. “Now you may ask, boy.” On his knees looking up, Kane could sense about a dozen sets of eyes beaming at him besides the bold pair he stared into before him. The pressure converted the anxiety into obedience and he eagerly said. “May I kiss and lick your boots, Sir?” Samael felt a ping of regret wondering if he’d passed the point and if it had interfered with his plans. He was enjoying this, forcing a man with his power to submit to this humiliation and obedience but there was a greater purpose laid out for Kane he had to commit to. “Yes boy.” As Kane crawled forward and licked the toe cap and lining of his boots, Samael tried to focus the drive. He was confident the boy before him was the perfect being to fulfill his needs but he feared he had already planted the dark ideas too forcefully now. “Get up and sit down on the bench boy.” Samael ordered and Kane seemed a bit heart-fallen as he obediently stopped and sat in the directed spot. A couple others gestured disapproval in the short discipline but they went to mind their own business. “I guess I got carried away.” Kane’s mentality seemed to shake as he saw a gentile face looking down at him. He warmed up to his developed personality and immediately went into a polite gentile response. “It’s completely fine, I feel like I might be a bit over-eager.” A smile and chuckle emerged as Samael rubbed the younger man’s head, that smile bearing into a malicious smirk out of site as he realized that Kane’s purity had preserved itself just in time. And the boy’s ambitions revealed his suspicions. Putting on his caring act he pursued his ploy “Kane, there was a question I needed to ask you that I didn’t feel was appropriate online.” The boy raised a brow, intrigued as they had discussed many [banned word] topics and kinky topics but it had all been fantasy and thoughts before, never actually playing or acting it out. Before Kane could inquire Samael asked. “What was your deepest desire when you started checking out the websites and interest in the leather community?” Kane seemed confused, not by what was asked but realizing this is what was driving him earlier when he was on his knees and his craving to submit and lick the boots had full control practically. He recognized and identified it but couldn’t seem to understand it. “Well, I…” Desperation fed by paranoia brought up panic in Kane as he started to think in a submissive manner. “Sir, I feel a purpose to-” “No, no.” Samael calmly interrupted. He softly hugged the boy to his body, feeling Kane’s hair on his chest as he squeezed and rubbed. “You haven’t seemed to answer this question yourself. And you need to fully comprehend what this ambitious purpose will result in if you continue to allow it to motivate you.” Kane felt so assured he was in the hands of pure experience and wisdom; and contributing to his eventual doomed fate it was divine truth. He was searching blindly through his mind, breaking down the sensations and trying to deduce what had led him to this point. “I needed to escape.” “From something dangerous?” “No, from….well actually it feels like I needed to escape to something dangerous.” The leather daddy’s hopes were building into gratitude in his efforts and purpose. Samael implored. “Well that doesn’t sound normal but what was holding you back from pursuing your needs?” The answer presented itself plainly before Kane but he couldn’t believe it. “No, that can’t-” Samael thought to keep the boy on track but he knew he was already in a mental tailspin to realize the truth. He knew it was inevitable at this point. “I grew up never missing Church, never hating another man or woman, being brought up to eventually follow my father’s guidance into the ministry. I’ve never known anything other than the bright spirituality of our Lord and Savior. I’ve never gotten to explore and understand the-” Kane stopped and seemed to struggle to speak the words he couldn’t comprehend. “I can help you explore the...drives and unknown things you wish to discover. But I can’t help you if you can’t identify what’s holding you back.” Samael motivated, waiting to hear what he had patiently waited for nearly in four months. Kane stuttered, almost as if he was about to cry but then an emotion helped him conquer the uncertainty and build determination: doubt. “I have to escape from my own purity.” Samael couldn’t help himself, he chuckled eventually laughing with a boom as he squeezed and held Kane tighter. The boy was concerned initially that he had said something foolish but the laugh brought a chill of wickedness that grew concerning. Before he could contemplate another thought of concern Samael released him from the hug and leaned down. “Boy, I can help you escape from Purity once and for all.” Kane heard those words and instead of relief a burning drive erupted in him that caused a yearning for unrestrained freedom but alerted his spiritual sense of self preservation and control. “But-...what will happen to me-” “More than likely you will slowly start to escape from the bounds of purity as this world was born in Sin and temptations assure no escape. You find a yearning to indulge and enjoy the satisfaction of Sin but your spiritual clarity won’t let you damage your reputation of a pure soul, will it?” Kane felt trapped between himself and a guiding power of undeniable logic that was trying to save him. “But what will happen to my soul?” Samael thought to take a gamble, but he was afraid that he would lose control and devour the young man before him. But there was no other alternative; he needed that final motivation. Samael voided the gap between Kane and him, bringing their lips in a deep and passionate kiss while forcing his essential hunger to subside with great effort. Samael broke the kiss, struggling for air and so was Kane. The young man panted heavily wide eyed at the man who had broken the illusion secretly harming himself. “What will happen to your life? This is your time and place to make the choices that fulfill your purpose.” Kane’s face was in a state of wonder and epiphany before he sternly looked at the man he needed. “Help me.” The foul being revealed it’s malicious smile at the boy as he exploited the surrender. Kane’s expression didn’t even falter as his capulation was determined. “You weren’t going to need that money for the bus anyway. I’m taking you home to corrupt you.” Kane’s hands had been tied, his eyes blindfolded, and ordered to remain quiet and to clear his heads of all thoughts. After the realization of what he needed most from his desires he thought that last order would be quite impossible but a fog seemed to manifest in his thoughts; slowing the transition of his logical thinking or any sense of question. In those rigid moments before he succumbed to this mental state he thought he might have been drugged but it was nonetheless the ability of a fallen angel. Samael didn’t release the mental fog until Kane’s body was fully restrained upon a round stone altar with his own symbol bestowed since before time. The boy’s body was fully exposed to the light of the burning oils and lamps that casted glowing reflections upon statues, metal emblems, and artifacts unfamiliar to humans for millennia that cast swirling shadows around the room. The only natural light that didn’t emit from a malevolent object were sparse lights from the city trying to reach in from the skylights of the warehouse roof. But even the stars would not show through to the lair of sinful bounds pulsing from the pit of the abandoned factory basement. Knowing he had to work quickly before his window would close forever and Kane would be lost to the primal inhibitions of mankind, Samael sliced through the palm of his hand before smearing it on the center of Kane’s back chest. The warm blood started to increase in temperature and start to burn the skin causing the offering to call out. “What have I done?!” Kane bellowed into the altar, unable to move as he felt the searing mark his skin before vanishing into vapor. “You have betrayed your soul, banishing your sense of purity from it and denying its purpose.” Samael replied back, yelling boldly to echo and impact his victim. He could sense the one emotion building up in Kane’s soul that he needed most of all to pull him through and use him as a host. There was a lack of fear, shame, or doubt; guilt was overcoming the boy who willingly fell before wicked intent. “I beg Mercy! I pray for Salvation from our lord and savior! Condemn my wretched soul once you save me from the wicked!” Samael grinned, Kane’s subconscious thoughts were being manipulated against him and generating guilt; the one sentiment that would preserve the purity long enough for him to harvest and manifest the new being. He couldn’t help but enjoy the mental torment Kane was subjecting, in a way to himself. Especially as his blood continued to mystically mark his skin in long forgotten patterns and phrases that were channeling changes to the host body. “You deserve none. God will not follow you here and I will be your savior through darkness and whatever light you may try to face. Your own body betrays your sense of innocence as it reveals what your true desires ache for.” Kane’s body vibrated with blissful sensations and soon his cock achingly grew erect; the full shaft sliding across the altar as pre-cum barely helped; the friction scraped his cock head as it dragged across the rough stone surface. The light scratches burned as the blood triggered a reaction from the altar and amplified masochist desires in Kane. The mere human cried out for release from this distress; sensations he couldn’t fathom corresponding all at once upon him. The wretchedness of what occurred before him caused Samael’s own cock to pulse with veins that turned into a deep unholy black. Samael’s body reacted to the progression of the ritual, slowly revealing the spiritual being within as it’s lust for the event grew immense. The pupils in his eyes had grown dark before emitting red glimmers of immoral radiance. Hairs in his beard had changed to silver and white; the patterns showing grim age and an abominable reflection around the face of what used to be human. The piercings on his body showed ancient dark symbols that pulsed and glowed in random sequence as the muscles near each emblem fed with each surge in demonic energy. Fangs snarled as a long tongue emerged from the mouth of the body as claws grew and stretched in a fierce method from the man’s bare feet and knuckles. There was no longer a grin, or hint of any corrupt joy upon the being as it stared hungrily with a purpose at the human flailing against the metal restraints. The full leather harness complimented the body as it grew and warped. It showed the cursed symbol of Samael and a demonic symbol that ended with sharp, clawed biohazard symbols, glimmering a vicious red amongst the unnatural shadows. A deep voice erupted as the being approached it’s victim. “Your purity is no longer bound to your soul, you have denied your right to approach the gates of paradise.” Samael’s cock completely swelled to a fierce fourteen inches with bulbs and ridges; inspiring intimidating thoughts of sinister repercussions. “You will surrender your purity to the birth of a grim being to be bonded to you; grow with it in strength, presence and corruption as you walk among the earth. You will surrender your body to God’s venom and let it course through your veins till your body turns to ash. Allow the dark one within you to grow upon the life suffering of mankind through the venom as it contaminates you and any body you bond with as one.” Kane gasped in horror with his sentence even as his thoughts profusely echoed in his mind. He felt the restraints vanish without a sound in the shadows as he heard Samael step up on the altar. He turned over, slowly crawling back as terror started to grow. The boy recognized the being nearly twice his size in height as the monstrosity version of the leather daddy. And yet with all emotions and wicked pressures weighing on him he still strangely felt the yearning to submit. “Sir!” Kane pleaded as he climbed forward and fully bowed nude before the demonic master. “I beg of you, I pledge my servitude in whatever time and commitment submitted as I am. To fulfill in any way adoration of you as my master.” Samael paused his approach as he maliciously started laughing at the human and suddenly Kane gasped as his own voice bellowed in his head; different phrases all at once but each one clearly distinct before and after. “I will serve you with full commitment, Sir.” “I want to be owned by you Sir.” “Your will shall be my fate, Sir.” “I do not want to know purity by your will, Sir.” “I want to be corrupted by your will, never questioning my dark desires and ambitions, Sir.” “I want to earn the right to call you my master, Sir.” Kane deeply panted in confused lust as his cock dribbled pre-cum with endless fathom at the self realization of what he had just heard from deep within. He heard from Samael “You have already surrendered yourself to your deepest desires. Your plea is of no necessary matter even to you.” Kane felt a weird mix of defeat yet fulfillment, wanting to feel foolish it took him this long to realize what he wanted but before he could contemplate he saw a muscled clawed foot before him and he looked up, seeing all the dark, toxic, and malicious tattoo’s, markings, and scars etched on the scuffed muscles before his eyes met the captivating glare of his master. “Now submit to your desires and receive what I shall bestow upon you.” The faulted man gazed over the glowing biohazard markings constrained within a pentagram, and the symbol he strangely trusted was the one bonded to the mythical being before him. With barely any struggle, Kane turned around on all fours and presented his body before the dark being. “Please Sir, I gladly accept and honor what you are about to grant me.” Kane heard a roar of hunger before he felt the force of Master Samael pinning him and prostrating him with the unholy toxic cock. The nerves overloaded with severe pain and emotional despair that his brain started to pass out but his master halted that human function first. The shaft was still intruding the bowls of Kane, causing the human to scream out in excruciating pain as he felt his virgin hole torn and shredded. As his conscious mind attempted to make peace with his fate he gagged as he felt an invading tongue and gnawing kiss. Master Samael was invading Kane’s other hole and choking him with his profane tongue. The human who had discarded himself from his initial species initially thought it was to extend the torture but as he retched he felt an intimate factor. Kane’s eyesight was getting fuzzy with what was happening to him but he thought he saw his new demonic master express a sense of devotion in his work upon Kane; however he didn’t realize it was in more ways than one. Samael’s abilities concentrated as he invaded deeply into the human being; tuning in to match the spiritual connections of Kane and starting to viciously attack it. He had to break through to the soul so he could use Kane’s purity and innocence as long as they could both trap it. Samael was incredibly surprised; he truly had found the perfect human to fulfill his purpose. His feat would have been nearly impossible if Kane hadn’t been able to accept his actions and ambitions as his own and fulfill them without regret. His purity would have easily escaped as fear would have denounced his ambitions. And he had already corrupted too many mindless poz pigs over the decades. Despite Kane’s surrender to his demonic master his soul was still resilient and unable to deconstruct with any human will on itself. Samael’s attempts were proven fruitful though as eventually the human’s soul fell apart and imploded; it’s spiritual entities of morals, purpose, ambitions scattering and revealing it’s core purity. This was quickly and wholly engulfed by Samael with malicious and savory success. And for once the demon felt the pieces that had once been Kane and felt a slight emotion of regret. With their bodies, Samael started to glow violently as he stressed difficulty containing and holding the essence that was toxic in a way to all malevolent beings. Like radiation it was severely damaging the demonic master but with the talismans on his leather harness he overcame the core entrapment that had once claimed Kane. “Soon my slave, you will boast how this part of you that restrained you with such irrelevant purpose in life was corrupted and enabled you to spread blissful toxic lust.” The demon growled as he exploited the entity inside him into a fowl spiritual being. Unfortunately with Kane’s soul shattered, his body simply reacted to the physical sensations that he could feel: intense pain, the pressure from Samael’s body, tongue and shaft. His eyes listless and void, Kane would never be close to human again once Samael’s curse was completed. “Finally, I can enjoy this act of unholy initiation…” Samael was relieved as he withdrew his tongue from the front orifice of the body he was raping, allowing it to breathe properly. The demonic shaft, however, swelled and pulsed as not only would it be a charged toxic demon load, but one that would infuse another spiritual entity. As the demon plunged it’s profane dick into the human body it snarled. “You were so easy in the end to surrender to me. If it wasn’t for your purpose I would have corrupted your body long ago and kept you as a submissive slave even in human form.” Heavy amounts of blood and feral yellow bodily fluids squirted and dribbled out of Kane’s ass as Samael’s member plunged in. “I barely could contain myself waiting this long. But I had to entrap you in the purest form possible. And now that I know what you’re capable of, I can hardly regret forcing you through this.” The body’s anal region was pulverized as the shaft continued to forcibly invade. The demon seed was already dripping and corrupting it on a biological level: the HIV virus rapidly corrupting the cells with a toxic strain synthesized after years of mutations and transfers. The altar was vibrating with an ominous tone as it responded to the blood mixing between innocent and malice. Samael shuddered in bliss, barely keeping himself up. “You will pass this on with dark intent to innocent humans like you once were” Samael grunted as he could feel his member plunge deep into the muscles and tissues. He could only imagine how much blood he had infected mutilating Kane’s body like this. However he sneered; feeling a dark and twisted sensation as he got suddenly stimulated and his shaft started to rapidly swell. “Not only will you be pozzing humans like I would have inevitably done to you, but you shall be given more. You will help me in rescuing humans from their purity that they have used to enslave themselves. Behold the gift that I force upon your existence!” The skin tissue on Samael’s shaft started to harden as it expanded, forcing the brutally raped hole to stretch even further. Crystallized shards of demon cum started to emit from the slit and encased themselves in the blood drenched bowels to slowly transform the body into a malevolent being of darkness. The deep pants and groans coming from the dark beast grew rapid and quicker until a deep breath was forced and a shrieking roar bellowed from the jaws as an abominable orgasm ripped through him. Jets of demonic cum varying from potent yellow to toxic black rocketed from the slit and flooded the former human body it had mated with. The blood rapidly fused and started to change with a dark shadow genetic structure; the new demonic DNA spreading and corrupting other parts of the body in what would be a painful and masochistic thrilled sensation. The grim eyes of Kane slowly began to gain a sense of life as his spiritual entity was formed with a modified evolution. The former human feeling a sense of confusion, intense pain, and overwhelming sensations tying dark bliss and sadistic intent clawed at the surface of the altar as he called out in his state of wretchedness. He felt a slimy tongue wrap around him and invade his mouth. Kane suckled the tongue with intrigue, finding it almost calming to the overwhelming impacts that were erupting through his body. It was the only kindness he received as it guided him into a kiss with the mate that had remade him. The act passionately invigorated lust as it continued to plunge it’s rear member into him, forcing the seed it spawned deeper. It reassured the new formed demon of its place was well intended and in a way safe within the will of the monstrosity that had made him. With that it’s master allowed the sensations to overwhelm what was human to allow the new being to pass out in peace.
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***This is fiction*** (or a plan for a brutal future if needed) We all have plans and dreams for the future. A future bright with the possibility of success. However, what if that future or any other future for that matter were to disappear? What if those possibilities were replaced with certain death? Not a peaceful or glorious death, but an ignoble wasted death preceded by life as a lab-rat for the doctors? I am now in this situation. The prognosis from 3 different oncologist is the same; 5-8 months tops. A full year if they combine full-head radiotherapy, massive chemotherapy, and attempt to surgically remove the majority of the mass from my brain. The surgery alone has a high motality rate and will likely leave me in a vegetative state. I say FUCK THAT! I have lived well and I intend to die well. I intend to go out doing things I always wanted to do but was too invested in life to pursue. My extended family will be fine, my accounts and Trust is in order. Everyone else can go hang... Here is what I want for myself: I want to disassemble myself before the inoperable (glioblastoma multiforma) cancer does it for me. I want to descend into the dark, dungeons of a large city, and never reappear. I want to only see sunlight through windows too small to climb through or too high to reach. -not that I would. I want to become a Legendary, Twisted, SlamPig-bottom that will be remembered for the extremes I went to. I want to engage in activities that while fun, pleasurable, painful, tortuous and degrading, willl ultimately lead to my death... if death were not already assured. I want to become a permanent fixture in the dungeons of the most demented, perverted, and violent of Tops. I want to submit utterly and permanently To lose my name and identity To lose my self To lose all sense of time and not care because it truly won't matter. There is no time in the dark To be just a curiosity in the corner, a breathing piece of fuck-furniture to be passed around and used continually until useless. To be maintained, cleaned, and fed/watered enough to ensure my body temperature stays warm enough to fuck. To be so brutally fucked, fisted, stretched and modified, that I cannot remember a time that a cock was not inside me. To feel that 'emptiness" is an unnatural state. To gratefully accept all acts against me because it no longer matters. To be worn away thinner and thinner, until ultimately no longer wanted in the dungeon. They have standards after all. To finally be wrapped in a blanket or tarp, told "thank you", patted on the head, driven to a city in another state, and left somewhere to be found and made some hospice's problem for miniscule time that remains. I doubt I would even warm the sheets. I choose this because it is a choice I can still make. And because it will be fucking fun. And because how I live and how I die is ultimately my decision (if only my last one). All I ask for is Everything. Everything I have read about in the most perverse of blogs and stories, everything I have watched in the most illicit of videos, everything I was promised by various twisted people who asked me to come away with them in their van when I was a teen. EVERYTHING. There are acts and activities that have never been performed because there wasn't a pig depraved or uncaring enough to undergo them. With a little time, care, and destruction, I can be that pig. Wamest Regards, ~B.M~
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It was the dead of winter. After weeks of bone numbing cold, I was really looking forward to blackout night at the baths. Lots of guys cruising, posing, teasing...but nowhere near enough fucking. What a joke. I got naked, greased my fuckhole, grabbed my towel and poppers; then headed to the public sling hoping there would be one real man among this flock of pathetic sheep. Empty as usual. I climbed up and waited. After awhile, the lurkers and the gropers would feel me up and move on. Pointless. Fucking pointless. I was up in that sling for roughly an hour and not one real FUCKER showed up to claim my hole. As I was about to climb out, a gaunt shadow appeared at the door...even in the darkness I could see he was tall, bearded, lean, with a long pale snake swinging freely between his legs. As he strode up to me, I could see his sunken eyes, his prominent cheekbones, his beautiful wasting. In that moment, I knew my life would change forever. He stood over me, framed between my wide open legs. His head cocked to one side as his cold hands took in my body...sending a chill through me. He extended his boney fingers towards my pussy...entering my mancunt, first one, then a second, and a third. His ragged fingernails scratching and scraping. A small twisted smile took residence in the thicket of his beard. My dick stiffened and started leaking, I moaned with desire. His dead black eyes drilling into my mind. I was his, and we both knew it. By now, his deathbone had stiffened into a weapon. Without a word spoken, he guided his whitesnake to my mawing cunt, I felt his plum sized cockhead push past my hole, followed by his long pale shaft. He slid into me...to the root...a cold fire shot through me. It was only then that he spoke...a gravelly, breathy whisper came from him; “Now I am be-cum death...destroyer of souls...” And with that did he start his fuck. Slow. Steady. Rhythmic. I poppered up and I was gone. Our eyes locked together, my mind shut down. This was my moment of truth. I was face to face with my destiny. My further. My end. Slow. Steady. Rhythmic...on and on...like an endless tide. Unrelenting. Unyielding. Utterly unstoppable. I was resigned to my fate...no, I welcomed it...I longed for the cold embrace of it. Calmly, quietly, he leaned in closer, his body stiffened, then he stopped...everything stopped. It was then that I felt shot after shot of his sick seed filling me. He ground his venom into me before his now glistening pale snake slithered out. And just before he returned to the inky darkness from whence he came, he hissed; “...and now, YOU are be-cum death as well...”
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The Dungeon Room You stand at 6’6, 300lbs, of solid dark matter. You play right tackle for the football team at Morningside High and work part time for the summer at Macy’s. You’re popular because of your size and athleticism, yet quiet, you never say too much. Many say you live in your head and you agree. Both of your parents are of Haitian descent immigrating to the U.S. in the late 60s. You have two sisters and one brother. You’re the youngest out of all of them. By the end of June, when school let out, you and your father were fighting so much, that you wanted to leave home. Your father decided that what you needed was to be "made a man." You were never the son he imagined. You hated sports yet you excelled at it. In your room many 1st place trophies are displayed on the shelves. You have a deep secret that you told no one, not even yourself. You have a lustful desire for gay sex. Every end of the month you head to “The Dungeon” to satisfy your desire. But this Friday was the first time you decided to take a plunge into risky behavior. This was the Friday that you took the condom off and went full bareback. Your arms are sweaty, and your heart beat is literally tearing out of your chest. You’re surrounded by pitch black darkness with only the scent of poppers lingering under your nose. Your stiff erection is causing a tent like shape to your basketball shorts. You pull down your shorts, and pull back your uncut cock to reveal your bright pink tender cockhead sitting on top of a 9 inch shaft darker than the pitch black that surrounds you. A pungent scent arises from your erection. You walk quietly in this dark room hearing moans, slaps, and heavy breathing. The sounds causes your erection to stiffen and leak pre-cum from your piss slit. You were supposed to be home at 10 already but its pass midnight. You have to be up early in the morning for work. Can’t keep coming in late or the boss will fire you. You remind yourself this constantly but the reminder is overtaken by the erection that’s becoming painful and throbbing. You needed to breed. You search around touching and groping until you feel a hand grip your erection. You pause at the shock of the touch. You can feel the heat of his hand stroking your erection. The heat comes closer to you. You can feel his body pressing on you. This figure in the darkness turns around and guides your cock to his ass wiping the pre-cum on his hole. The sensation sends you into a frenzy, you become an animal instantly grunting. You can hear the soft voice of the dark figure whisper “fuck me sir!” You aggressively feel his body up gripping his back neck. You can feel the energy and eagerness of the bottom as he positions himself on the fuck bench. You pop your pink cockhead in his hole and violently smack his ass (SMACK). The room permeates with the loud sound. You feel the warmth of his hole and this sends a shock to your nerves making your erection throb. You shove the rest of your shaft in him in a brutal violent manner. You can feel his ass flinch. The bottom begins to hesitate but you grab his hips and slam him deep into your erection. The bottom moans loud in fear. He must have been thinking what has he gotten himself into. He begins to understand that you can easily over power him. You bench 300lbs easily now in the weight room. This bottom didn’t feel like anything past 160lbs. The bottom squirmed in discomfort. You can tell he wanted to hit the pause button and leave but this bottom is obedient. He was determined to take your load. After minutes of him squirming and moaning in utter discomfort he began to create a rhythm. Slamming his ass into your cock in a rhythmic motion. You loved his sudden participation. You pull your cock out, spit in his hole for a little lube, and push your cock back in violently. He responds more openly to your aggression reaching back and holding you in him, twerking his ass up and down while taking a whiff of his poppers. You can feel your cock jump in his guts. Stroke after stroke you can feel your load building up. The bottoms hole is adapting to the size of your cock so well that he taunts you to breed him with confidence in his voice. He arches his back giving a curvature to his back that turned you on. You smack his ass violently as you pulse a load right in his guts. You pull out immediately, and the bottoms turns around and kneels down. You feel a warm wet feeling engulf your pink cockhead as you breathe heavily. He squeezes your cock pushing out the remaining seed in your urethra licking it with enthuiasium and satisfaction. He tapped you on the thigh and softly said “Thank you sir.” You remained silent and pulled up your basketball shorts. You silently leave the room with your wildest fantasy fulfilled.
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I was in the Philly burbs on business recently, and after coming back from dinner with colleagues I was in the mood to get fucked. The wine had gotten to me so I opened the laptop I use when I travel, and hopped on Craigslist. Posted a simple ad: "Hotel visitor seeking anonymous tops to fuck my ass in my dark hotel room. Send cock pic for response." After a couple of the usual spam responses, I got one that had my cock twitching. He told me to give him my hotel and room number, and leave the door ajar while I waited naked on all 4s on the bed. Attached was the picture of the perfect cock for my hole: a solid 7 incher, thick and solid, hairless with a head was a bit smaller around than the shaft, making it the perfect missile to deliver a hot fucking. I immediately responded with the information he requested. He wrote back in less than a minute, telling me that he would email from the parking lot and that would be my cue to get ready. My hole was already cleaned out and I had about 15 minutes to wait, so I split my time between surfing bb porn and keeping an eye on my email. I broke out my brown bottle and took a couple of small hits, just to heighten the sense of horniness mixed with nervous anticipation. Right on time, a new message from my mystery guest appeared in my inbox: "I'm here." That was all I needed. I pulled the door open so it was resting ajar on the latch, grabbed my brown bottle, stripped naked and went into the bedroom. I should mention that when I travel, I stay at an all-suite hotel, where the door opens into a sitting room and the bedroom is in the back. I had no way of seeing who or what was coming through the door. I squirted some lube into my hand and slathered my crack, slipping a couple of fingers inside to make sure I was ready for action. I knelt on the bed facing away from the door, placed the lube on the comforter beside me, and assumed the position of doggy-style slut bottom. I was so turned on the precum was practically running from my cock onto the bed! In no time, I heard the suite door click shut as he entered. There was a pause and some rustling while he took off his clothes. I remember the sound of each of his shoes hitting the floor, two "thunks" followed by the rattle of his belt buckle. I took a huge hit of poppers and held my breath. In no time I could feel his presence behind me. The bedroom lights were off but there was some light coming from the sitting room, so he could make out my outline on the bed. As I was facing away from the bedroom door I had no idea who was there. I felt first one, then two fingers slide into my hungry hole. Then, to my immense disappointment, I heard the distinct sound that could only be the tearing of a condom wrapper. My buzz started to go away at that point, but I thought, he's here, I have to go through with it, so I took another hit off the brown bottle and waited. I heard the click of the lube cap, then the sound of him stroking the lube onto his rubber-covered cock. Without a word, he was inside me, pushing into my ass balls-deep in one fluid motion. I wasn't ready for such an onslaught and I let out a gasp, and he backed off a little for me to catch my breath. Then with his hands on my hips, he started to thrust. His cock felt amazing! There was a slight curve that I hadn't noticed in his pic, and he hit my prostate just right each time he slid deep inside me. I took another hit from the brown bottle and in no time I was flying. I began to thrust my ass back toward him, matching his thrusts to get him as deep inside me as I possibly could. I could tell that his cock was sheathed, but it was still the best fuck of my life. After about 15 minutes of pumping away in my ass, I felt him stop. That's when he spoke for the first time: "A hot ass like this deserves to be barebacked." The precum ran like a river from my cock as he slipped out of my ass and I heard the telltale rubber snap of the condom being pulled off that gorgeous, perfect cock. Without stopping to lube his shaft, he was back inside me, hitting my prostate with every thrust and sending me into sheer heaven! After another 5 minutes or so, my anonymous top muttered the only other words I would hear from him that night: "Where do you want my cum?" I was so turned on, between the poppers and his cock, and I squeaked out the only answer I could: "Inside me!" With no more urging, and not another word, he gripped my hips tight and I could feel the rhythm of his pumping change, then his cock jerked several times as he shot his load deep into my guts. He left his cock inside me once he was finished, lingering there for a moment. It was all I could do not to collapse on the bed. Before long, he pulled out and left the bedroom. As I lay there on the bed, exhausted, I heard his belt buckle rattle again from the sitting room. In no time I heard the click of the suite door, and I knew I was alone again. I played with my ass for a while after that, coating my fingers with his lube and licking them off. It was sticky and sweet, a combination of his cum and the lube. There was never a sweeter, sexier flavor. I'm headed back to that hotel in a few weeks, and I'll be posting again as soon as I get to my room!
