Search the Community
Showing results for tags 'negtopoz'.
Found 2 results
-
I hadn’t seen my mate Jon for some time. The last time we saw each other in the flesh was three years ago. We’d been texting on and off since, and had made plans to meet when I was next in his area, but nothing seemed to happen. I’d known that he’d become poz, and while that was a slight turn on, and I admit I’d jacked off to the idea of him pozzing me, I knew it was ultimately irresponsible thoughts. We’d finally got around to having some free time, and arranged a weekend when we were both about. We used to gear up and fuck in his sling back in the day. I knew that it would be cheeky to assume this would happen regardless whenever we met. I liked him too much as a friend and known him too long to take the piss and expect sex every time we saw each other. He’d told me that it would be a mellow weekend and, he’d welcome the company. He’d been having the occasional mojo loss apparently. One of those side effects of becoming poz which I fully respected. I told him that it would be fine, but would he mind if I wore a little something, as we’d always felt free and comfortable hanging out in some rubber. He was cool about that, and so I popped a couple of bits in my bag to change into when I got there. So we met up, was good to see him after all this time. He’d been completely freaked out by becoming poz. His messages to be were initially all of concern and worry, and then he seemed to relax back into his old self once he started meds. We’d even text filthily about brotherhood and pozzing once he got into his groove. I knew he wouldn’t want to hurt me, and we were too close. I was surprised at how he looked – no major changes, but a certain look about him that I’d discovered poz men have. Whether through meds or how severe things were. He still looked good, but I knew that he had had a few issues about it all over time. As the afternoon wore on, he said to make myself at home and slip into something more comfortable if I fancied. It felt a bit awkward, but he said he was totally fine about it. So I thought I’d pop a rubber vest and shorts on, and then came back into the room and joined him on the sofa. “Ooh nice” he said and smiled. “I might have to join you after all”. I thought that would be great. It had been ages and just feeling comfortable around each other in gear was great. He came back into the room with similar gear on. His chap shorts with the yellow stripe and jock looked as hot as ever, as was the zip up vest. I’ll admit my cock was stirring when I saw him like that. However we were behaving and you know, it’s not just all about sex, yeah? He went and got us a couple of drinks and we laid back and stared bored towards the TV. Some quiz show or other. I wasn’t really sure. However I started feeling a bit weird. Headachey, and also like I’d taken some Nytol or sleep aid. Admittedly it had been a long day and so wasn’t that bothered at first. “He put his hand on my stomach and gentled rubbed my nipples. Oh man, it was fantastic. “You’re looking good mate”, he said. “You too fella. Have missed this, just hanging out” Staring into his eyes as he grinned. I thought nothing of how I was feeling otherwise, just fully in the moment enjoying time with my mate in gear. He leaned in to kiss me and it was just like the old days. I assumed kissing would be fine. People would still kiss if they weren’t feeling sexual. Or at least I assumed. I was starting to get hard in my shorts increasingly lost in the moment, not feeling like I was in a hurry to get up or move out of his way. His hand moved down to my crotch and he gently stroked to hardening rubber bulge “Hmmm, nice”. I had missed this, and so was lost in the moment. He began to unzip my crotch and I just let him do it. Thinking that if this was a loss of mojo, then lord knows what he’d be like when his mojo was back. Just mates. Enjoying each other. He knew how to work me, after all these years, and I was letting him. I hadn’t thought where this was heading. Just loved and was living the moment. We came up for air and I reached to finish off my drink. I drained the bottle and thought it tasted a little sediment-y at the bottom. I just assumed it was the beer. I’d not heard of the brand before, as I’m not a craft beer drinker, so just believed that this was craft beers tasted like. Then I stood up, almost as if to halt what might be happening between us. I felt quite dizzy and asked for some water. That was the last thing I remembered then anyway. Waking up a little later, I groggily looked at my surroundings. The heat of the day had made the sheets sticky and, oh… this was his rubber playsheet. I recognised it from many times. How did I get here? I also felt a weight on my neck. A chain and padlock. I sure as hell wasn’t wearing that earlier. I started to feel a bit concerned and tried to focus. It was his playroom. I’d been here many times before but just wasn’t expecting to be in it on this occasion. I tried to look around and spot where he was. I could see him in the chair across the room. “Hello mate. You’re back with us then?” He was grinning. I just felt like I’d embarrassed myself and passed out. “I just needed to get you a bit more on my wavelength mate. You see, yes it’s technically true the meds are playing with my head and libido. What I didn’t mention was that I decided to bin them. I’m ‘between meds’ so to speak. Well, that’s if I decide to restart them again that is”. Now I was a tad concerned. This seemed a bit of a set-up. “You always seemed to get off on the idea of me being poz, and that’s horny. However I’ve been getting off on the idea of you being poz too. But as you say, ‘it’s all horny chat’” Oh shit, where was this heading? I thought. “But you know, I get the feeling that you want to join us. And I want you to join us too” Shit. He’s gone into gifter mode. Fuck. I tried to pull myself up, only to realise the chain around my neck was tugging on something else. Oh fuck. He’s secured me like some animal. I looked over and he was grinning. He stood up and came towards me, and put me in a headlock and stuff a bottle of poppers under my nose. Jesus fuck they were strong. My cock seemed to strain harder than ever. Chemical lust fled through my head into my brain. He uzipped his cock and jerked it into my face, it’s a hot cock, and at that moment it looked like a work of art and the tastiest thing ever. “Feed” I was both terrified but horny as fuck. Maybe this was some scene or something. Maybe he was horny and wanted to do a bit of role play. I filled my mouth with that cock. A brief flash reminded me that it was slightly different now. Not necessarily in form, but, you know, it was now poz. “Nice mate. You see, I know that you want this. And I want this too. I want to free you. I want you to be my pozbrother. That’s why I decided to arrange this recruitment session” I was too far gone to recognise logic or sense by this point. Just devouring that beautiful poz cock. He looked magnificent. It was somehow what I imagined but never genuinely thought it would be like. Someone who I’ve known and loved all these years now wanting me to become like him. It was fucked up, but increasingly I was loving it. It was all making perfect sense. He pulled out of my mouth and told me to turn around. As much as I could with the limited movement, I was now obeying his every word. My hole was seemingly asking for it, suddenly hungry. “This ain’t gonna take long pig. I’ve been edging watching you and didn’t want to allow for any time to elapse before you realised what I was doing” Shit. This was it. He was off meds and about to fire toxic cum into me. I would have applauded his enterprise had it not circled around him infecting me. Yet my cock was reacting well enough and he was being pretty rough regardless. We’d had some hardcore sessions in the past but this was something else. Like he had drive and purpose. “You and I have a great future ahead of us now. Let me make you a convert, let me make you into a brother like… Aaaaargh!” Hang on. He’s… he’s just flooded my hole with cum. No, no, no, no, no. This must be a trick. Some set up. He lowers his weight upon me and whispers in my ear “Welcome to the brotherhood” There it was. The moment I’d wanked about. The moment I genuinely feared, but secretly wanted. It was a strange feeling. We were both there. Intimate, yet still brutal. I was his prey, or that’s how it felt anyway. Yet his determination and poz worldview saw me as a target for assimilation. I was both terrified and turned on. Honoured, even. “Why didn’t you just say you wanted to do this?” I panted. “Because I knew you’d chicken out. I knew that the reality of the situation would scare you off. I had to make sure that didn’t happen, otherwise I’d never have claimed you” I was half dumbstruck but also touched at his words. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the flu starts kicking off within a fortnight. I’ve been off meds a while, and the last guy I bred a month ago has already come back to thank me for bringing him into the brotherhood. You have one load in you now anyway. I will happily fuck you a couple more times just to make sure” There’s no rational response to that. All I could look at the tenderness, and the hunger of him. This was brand new territory. One of my best mates wanted me to be poz like him so I could enjoy that life, and I knew that I would come around to thanking him eventually. All I could do now was to look him in the eye and say “Yes brother. Make me like you. Let us become one.”
- 11 replies
-
- 43
-
-
-
-
-
Chapter One: My boyfriend were out at our favourite restaurant celebrating two occasions. Our 4 year anniversary, and my promotion at work which entailed me going to Boston, from England, for 6 months. I was due to leave in 1 week. Once we got home from our happy celebrations, we carried on drinking with our own chilled Champagne on a blanket, on the floor, with some sweet sugary nibbles, Mediterranean house music, and each others wonderful company. Our own little picnic. We laughed, reminisced, made more plans for the future, and of course, we ending up having our usual wild passionate sex which had not dwindled at all in all the time we had been a couple. The evening ended with emptying the load in my balls deep inside his ass. We were both Neg, and Monogamous, so, all was fine in our own little world. As our final week together for a long while went on, we both became anxious. We really did not want to be away from one another. BUT, in the long term I was doing this for us, to give us a better future. And then, that dreaded day came. My flight. He took me to the airport, and we shared our goodbye that went on for far too long, with mutual waves through floods of tears as I disappeared through security. Once I was settled on the other side we continued our very emotional goodbyes via app. It was so hard, but, this had to be done. But, would my plan for a better future for me and my man go smoothly, or would there be repercussions? 😈 Once I arrived in Boston there was a chauffeur waiting to drive me to my new apartment for the next 6 months. I was already missing my Man terribly, yet, excited too to be in new unknown surroundings. It was all so thrilling. My employers had rented me a rather posh apartment in a well to-do part of town. My boyfriend would be squealing if he saw this. Our home was comfy, and merely modest. And we were happy with what we had, for the time being. I had a shower, then went out for a quick meal, came home, prepared for my first day at work the following day, took some sleepers so I could get onto Boston time, and I was very soon asleep, ready for the next part to my life. The following day I awoke fully refreshed, and arrived into work bang on time at 8am, eager to begin. On my first day at work I spent it with my boss, who with great strong strides and authority marched over to me and shook my hand, introducing himself; - Good Morning. You must be Steven from England. I am a confident being, but suddenly I felt my stomach knot. INSTANT sexual tension! - Ye ... Yeah. I mean, yes, yes I am. Good Morning to you too. And you are? - I am Ayan. Come through to my office. Follow me. I could not help but notice the extremely abnormal over sized package in his groin area, and down his leg. Wha .... I would very soon be thinking of Ayan as my *daytime boss*. We spent the day talking about my role, duties, and how the company operates, plus getting to know each other on a personal level too. It was all very laid back, whilst also retaining a certain air of formality, with that bubbling obvious two way sexual tension going on. He seemed to be keen on probing me about my hobby as a Dancer, which I put on the hobbies section on my application for the post. Having both came out to one another earlier in the day and our instant spark, I felt at ease to be able to tell him I have danced and do dance as a Go-Go boi as I really enjoyed doing it, and the extra money comes in handy, not that I need it. As I spoke his huge nipples underneath his pristine crisp ironed shirt seemed to become aroused. poking and pressing underneath the fabric, causing it to form two unmistakable and mouth-watering cotton mountains. My virgin cunt twitched! Virgin? Yes, but more about that later After my first day at work he took me out to dinner at a posh restaurant, which was then promptly followed on with a gay bar. It wasn't your typical crazy bar. The Music was subtle, gentle and quiet enough so you could have a proper conversation and minus any of the also typical sexual energy you frequently would find. Perfect for me as I was faithful to my boyfriend of 4 years back home in England, for which I was very clear to Ayan. We started out with a few cocktails each. - I hope you are not a bottom. Lots of hungry virile tops more than willing to plant their seed inside a cute young English boy like yourself. His charm and confidence made me feel relaxed, so his sussing me out did not make me feel uncomfortable. His directness and air of control once again made my Virgin cunt twitch! 🍑
- 357 replies
-
- 36
-
-
-
-
- toptobottom
- negtopoz
- (and 3 more)
.thumb.JPG.4bdb1c728939ce3f01d8db49ed477439.JPG)
