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racial slurs (nigger, wetback, gook, cracker whore) in sex drive me fucking insane. The best orgams of my life. I guezz its humiliation that really gets me off. Hiring pros$ adds another layer of immorality to it. Anyone else turned on by it? I recorded a buddy of mine ( a black rentb-y) taking a clients$ huge white dick in his juicy nigger butt. It was so immoral... gave me a huge orgasm.
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When my mother decided she wanted a dog, she got one without asking me or my dad. All of my friends assumed I was totally on board with having a pet. I was not. I already had to deal with my annoying younger sister and that dog, Chopper, was a hyperactive mess. Chopper was a chubby corgi who always pulled too hard on the leash. One summer I got tasked with walking the damn flea bag for a while and since my idiot sister was having a my little pony party at home with her annoying dumb friends, so I decided to have a nice long walk with the damn fur ball. I lived in one of those dying ex industrial cities, filled with ruins of old factory and warehouses. My house is located in the edge between a middle class neighbourhood and an old abandoned industrial area. Separating us is this long tall abandoned railway bridge which cast a sinister shadow over the lonely rusty buildings it once served. I don't know why that day I decided to cross that line between the confort and safety of my middle class and the rusted sweaty depraved poverty. Was it because of my boredom or sense of adventure I guess. I did not have many friends back than. I had join the baseball team but I was quite possibly the worst player. After a lot of exercise had barely started to grow some muscles on my arm but the rest of my body was skinny and pale. As I walked under the shadow cast from the bridge I felt my clothes set me far too apart from the people who seemed to roam those shadowy corners. In fact the place was more inhabited than what I believed. Tends, squatted building and a lot of homeless guys of different ages. My white adidas sneakers, blue adidas short and white nike sleeveless top definitely made me stand out a little bit too much. I could here some nasty comments and some guys calling me a rich bitch. I was deciding finally to go home when I heard something hurting in my foot, like a small mosquito bite only more vicious... I looked down in my foot and there i noticed it, a syringe piercing trough my shoe. I sort of panicked at first but than realised that I had done the tetanus vaccine just last month and I honestly could not recall any more danger coming from syringes... I removed the disgusting thing from my shoe and than took my feet out to inspect it. There was some blood coming out but it really was a very small hole. I looked at the syringe... it looked kinda new.... was only than that I realised there where dozens of syringes abandoned nearby. I panicked, I felt like if I was in a minefield. And my panicking came at the worst possible time. Chopper saw a rat and decided to run, pulling the leash away from my hands. I panicked at the idea of loosing my mothers beloved dog in that metal graveyard, so I started running behind him. The sun was slowly hiding behind the factory roofs, becoming of a reddish orange complexion. I followed my dog down some stairs, in to a dry canal and later lost him inside what I believed to be a warehouse. The place was dark and wet. It took me a while to get my eyes adjusted to it but after a while I could better see that place. It was a long corridor filled with columns, each and every one of them covered in graffiti. There where some tends and old chairs laying around, some tables, hundreds of bottles of beers and several shadows of men, almost all of them wearing hoodies or caps and old dirty sports clothes. They where silent and kept among themselves. I could see some of them seemed to kneel in front of others where others where injecting themselves with syringes. I felt scared by them but the idea of my loosing chopper was far more scary, plus, the pastor once told me junkies are just people who are having a hard time and need comprehension so they are probably not bad people I told myself. I kept walking down this endless corridor of human misery looking for Chopper, but the further down I got the darkest it became, till I started seeing a light in the distance. It was a fire inside a barrel. When I finally reached there I saw several more people injecting drugs. "Have you guys see a dog around here? He's small... he's a corgi... he's name is chopper....." No one answered me. Some kept looking at me with almost empty eyes and it was than when I noticed several of them had they pants lowered and their cocks where out and half hard. Some guys where touching themselves and others where instead masturbating other cocks. I probably knew something oddly sexual was going on when I first entered the warehouse but my young mind filtered it. Than a guy with a stained grey armless hoodie came towards me. He's arms where covered in syringe marks and he's left eye was half closed. He looked like he was 20 but at the same time he looked like he was 60. He remained there staring at me for a while and than decided to take down he's dirty jeans and let out he's long pale uncut cock. He started stroking it and made some sort of head gestures like telling me to come over there. I was mesmerised yet a bit confused. I remember touching my older cousin's Ron cock when we where showering naked together at the swimming pool and he telling me that only faggots do that. Yet I was intrigued seeing a cock after so much time of just seeing and touching mine. The green veins where covering it and I could almost smell it from where I was standing. I felt a weird sense of warmth engulfing my face and I don't know why but I decided to walks towards the guy and caress he's cock. He just nodded at me like if we had an agreement and proceeded to put he's hand on my shorts and pull them down. I was wearing no underwear that day and my cock immediately jumped straight out like switchblade. The guy proceeded to grab my cock and started jacking me off. We kept there jacking each other off for quite a while, my uncut cock became harder and harder and the guys cut cock instead started producing a strange greenish precum. The guy again nodded to me and moved he's hand over my head and proceeded to pull me down to my knees. I sort of knew what he wanted.... I felt bad for touching my cousins Rob cock when we where showering so when we went back to he's home I went hide in the basement of he's house, feeling guilty and scared at the idea of being a fag. It was there where uncle Bernard found me. He asked me why I was crying so I told him. He just answered there was nothing wrong in being curious. He than opened a small bottle, snorted it and made me snort it too. Afterwards my heart started to race and I barely remembered anything... but I do recall my uncles cock reaching for my lips. I knew what I had to do. Unlike my uncles cock this guys meat toy smelled of urine and sweat, yet I moved my tongue and proceeded to lick he's greenish precum. The taste almost made me puke. I was about to decide to give up, out of fear of vomiting, when two hands apparently out of nowhere decided to push my head against the guys cock. I could only open my mouth and let him in. I realised that if I sucked enough and use my saliva properly the foul taste would go away. So I did. It worked. The taste was gone. I think uncle Bernard would have been proud. I thought I was doing well but than all of the sudden i felt him pushing he's cock too deep in my troth. I tried to stop him but he just kept pushing. I had tears in my eyes and kept gagging. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes but he's eyes where empty like the ones of a zombie. He just put he's finger on my nose, closing it and proceeded to pull he's cock deeper in me. I don't know how but I managed not to vomit for almost 6 minutes straight... till I felt this horrible taste of rotten fish hitting the back of my mouth. it was too much and I vomited there in front of everyone. It was so humiliating. I started sobbing. I just wanted my dog now. I looked around and noticed how now those ghost like figures had multiplied. Some of them had yellow eyes, others reddish eyes. All where covered in syringe marks. Some of them where smelling of piss and sweat. I decided that it was time to go but just before I could do anything I heard someone whisper a "let me help you". I turned around with hopeful eyes only to find another cock, this one covered in red marks, pulsating in front of me. Before I could beg to be let alone several hands forced my head to stand steal and some opened my mouth. The cock slide inside my troth, not caring for the stench of vomit and rotten cum. I thought I could get away by sucking him but I was wrong. Once he's cock was deep in my troth to the point I could not even close my mouth, I felt a warm watery sensation... My eyes filled with tears as I felt the urine slowly flowing from my mouth to my stomach, making my belly feel warm inside. The cock finally came off from my mouth and I could feel the guys congratulatory laugh among themselves, like if they had found out something funny. Before I could beg again my hair was pulled and another cock was forced in my mouth... and than another one and another one... Some came, other just peed. And the more cocks I had to deal with the more numerous they became. I realised there must be at least 30 guys around me now, all with their cocks in their hands and those empty sick eyes. Than among them one arrived with a pink tooth brush. It looked yellowish and used. The guy smiled with he's rotten teeth and than procceeded to cum on it. Than others joined in and cum on the disgusting toothbrush. The hold me with my mouth open while that guy proceeded to horribly brush my gums and thong. I felt the blood and dirty rotten cum mix in my mouth only to than have him pee again on my burning gums. While I was on the ground I felt their hands remove my shoes and my top leaving me naked. Their hands than transported me on top of an old rusty camping table. My legs where spread and another guy with a horrible looking mouth and a long pierced tongue move between my legs. I could feel he's tongue cleaning my ass. It was disgusting. I never cleaned properly down there but the guy just seemed not to care. He kept slurping and licking till he's tongue pushed against my hole and eventually started to creep in. It felt good yet it felt so dirty it gave me shivers down my spine. Several cocks where forced on my face and down my troath and my hands where used to forcefully jack off some cocks. Someone put my barefoot in he's mouth sucking it. The tongue was soon replaced with a finger. Than two... than three... It hurt a but especially since I could feel the nails scratching my inside. "Use this instead" I heard a guy whisper and with horror I felt a pain provoked by sometching scratching more deeply my hole. Between a cock and another I saw the hand of the toothbrush coming out from my hole. I kept crying and sobbing. I wanted home, I wanted my mom... I kept hoping chopper would come and find me like in the movies. Eventually the toothbrush was pulled out, covered in blood and shit. Two humongous guys appeared in front of me. One was shaved and was wearing only leather chaps and boots. The other had a blue mohawk and open leather vest with a nipple ring and some creepy symbols tattoed around he's cock. He's pierced huge cock. I begged as I knew what was gonna happen. The guy with the chaps came over by my head. I noticed how he ass was out and visible. He's ass slowly sat on my face and he's fingers closed my nose. I was forced to open my mouth right on he's sweaty smelly hole. I could smell he's intestines and soon I could taste them. A sweetish disgusting nauseating taste covered my tongue and than my mouth. I licked and push my tongue deep desperately to get him to release my nose. The nauseating taste arrived all the way to my brain sending more pain waves to my whole body. When the ass finally moved away from my face a horrifying pain filled my lower body. I looked in horror as the giant pierced cock was rammed in my ass. I tried resisting it, I tried. But the more I resisted the more it hurt. I eventually started screaming like a little girl. Not content with me screaming one of the guys decided it would be fun to pierce my left nipple with a syringe needle. "The more you resist the more it will hurt....." someone whispered. "Take it out please take it out!!!!" "Shhhhh" "Ill take it, i'll take it just let my ass rest pleaseeee!!" I begged. Several laughs where heard around the halls. "Than suck it, it'll make it less painfull when it gets back in..." The guy forced he's pierced cock down my troath and I was again forced to suck. I could taste my own blood and my ass... I could not stop sobbing but I knew I had to suck and lube it as much as I could. Eventually the guy removed he's cock from my mouth and proceeded to shove it back in my ass. This time my ass was a bit more relaxed but eventually a bit of pain still remained, I could feel the piercing rubbing horribly against my bleeding bowels... The push became more and more rhythmic and I let out several screams.... "Your... not so tight anymore little bitch" I heard one whisper as many others laughed. Another ass was forced on my face and I had again to eat it in order not to suffocate. "I bet he's starting to like eating assess now!" I tried not to listen to them and instead focus on licking the oddly tasting juices inside that overly dillatated ass I was being forced to serve. Soon the pain from my ass gave away to a strange feeling.... I felt like the need to pee.... yet it was uncomfortable and almost enjoyable all together. It made it so damn difficult to concentrate on eating the ass as it make me do the most uncontainable moans. "Seems like the slut boy is stating to enjoy himself" Someone laughed. When the ass moved away from my face I looked in horror as the whole giant cock was balls deep in to me.... I could only imagine how horribly broken my ass was. As the pushes became more rhythmic and more intense my moans became more loud and my desire to pee grew without logic until a small yet powerful strain of urine came out of my erected cock. "hahaha look at him, look at this bitch, he's peeing himself, he's liking it so much he's peeing himself!" I looked in horror as my rapist seemed to love getting my piss all over he's hairy chest while pushing himself deeper in me. "Here I come you broken ass pussy faggot..... get it all nice deep in you!" "Yeah faggot" another guy screamed after slapping me without mercy. "Take it all!" I felt for a minute the level of pleasure exploding and than all of the sudden something filling my ass... I only felt it for an instant but I knew he had came in me. He groaned like a pig or a bear and than took he's cock out of me. It was all covered in blood and cum. "Its my turn!" "No its my turn" I heard them screaming and running to get in line to rape me. The guy who just raped me came over to me with he's cock semi erected between he's leg. He looked at me grinning. "You have been a good boy so far... but you see, there are almost 40 guys in this room and they all need their turn now... however I'm not merciless you know... my name is Lugher and I could give you something to make the pain more... bearable... only if you want it that is..." I was desperate at that point, he seemed the only guy interested in talking to me so of course I nodded desperately. "Bob... give it to him.... he's ready for it..." Bob who I guessed was the other guy took something out of he's leather chaps pocket, and than took a rubber cord from the floor and proceeded to put it around my arm. "Are you scared of needles little faggot?" Asked Lugher. I nodded. "Than here, drink some of my piss so you won't get to see..." I tried to say no but he just blocked my nose forcing me to open my mouth and proceeded to fill my mouth with he's cock and piss down my troth. I let my eyes wonder trying not to think of the piss and I saw some guys fingering my ass and making some comments on how loose it was not and than I saw Bob letting the syringe pierce my vein. I now knew what he was referring to. It did not take that long to take effect. The piss started tasting less horrible, in fact I drunk it without problem. I got told Bob had its turn now since he was kind enough to give me he's dose. I smiled and giggled a bit... he's cock seemed pretty diseased and covered in scars. I did not flinch and took it all in. And than another one, and another one. I think I came several times. It felt good after a while. I laughed with them and sucked and eated assess and did some other things I try not to remember when I'm not high... Eventually I could feel exhausted but my heart kept pounding. My ass was leaking cum and piss and my mouth tasted of piss and cum and ass. When all was over Lugher told me something. I just remember the words "Come here when you'll get sick". He than took another syringe but this time he directed it to my cock. I don't remember much from after that. I had some flash backs from before... from... uncle Bernard. I remembered him forcing something black and long inside my ass and my mouth being gagged and my arms and legs being tide with ropes. Maybe what happened was destiny. You can't run away from what you are...or what they made you. I woke up with Chopper smelling my butt. Stupid dog decided to came back to me. I had no clothes on. I found some ruined used clothes on the ground and they smelled like piss. I returned home... it was morning. I managed to enter by the open window in the basement. My parents where furious. They told me how the police insisted on them waiting 24 hours before starting the search for a missing children and that thank god I came back. I made up an excuse. The believed it. Two months later I ended up in the emergency ward at the hospital. I was sure I was dying. Doctors said I had almost all forms of std they tested me for including some sicknesses they never saw. My ass and my cock kept burning and oozing yellow mucus and my body was getting covered in flesh wounds. They told me somehow my viral load was high enough to put me near the AIDS stage. I left my home that night. I walked by the bridge taking with me all the things I could steal from my house. I now needed to find Lugher. I knew he could make the pain of the sicknes go away... I only needed one dose... I knew he could make the pain go away and the pleasure pour in to my veins. 2 years later. The woman was seated in her dark living room with her brother and the private detective she had hired. "And so you said you have news of my son? What did you found detective?" "Well, I looked all over town and than one of my aid found him.... here are some pictures". The detective gave her a folder containing some pictures. The women cried. A very pale and extremely thin and sick looking boy was visible. He was clearly dressed as a prostitute with purple shorts, dirty short leather boots and a dirty black basketball top. He's eyes looked empty and he's tooth where yellow and devastated. "We believe he's in the final stages of aids... I don't think your son has much left to live... we know he's selling he's body for this punk or skinhead drug dealer gang. Not much else to add I'm afraid. "My son" cried the woman hugging her brother. "My little boy a male prostitute with aids....why....?!" Bernand grinned. "Well... we both knew he was a sissy faggot.... trust me... I knew it all along."
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DADDY PIMPS ME OUT AND CONVERTS ME WARNING!!!: This is a complete work of fiction. This is my first attempt ever at writing an erotic fiction story, much less one about pozzing. I am not the best with grammar so forgive me. I wrote it and it involves boy/Dad incest themes, prostitution, bareback sex, pozzing, Abusive verbal language, and aggression. If any of this bothers you or you are not of age please do not read further. Comments are always welcome and make me a happy boy. Send them to southernboy83@gmail.com My name is Ryan. I’m eighteen and I want to share with you a hot story about my relationship with my Daddy. I am horny with boy-lust just writing this all down and my teen sausage is dripping precum and messing-up my pair of black Calvin Klein briefs. I was always the quiet and shy nerdy type. Just graduated high school I am 5’10” and a bit chubby at 200 lbs. I have a cute face, an average cubbish build, and a sweet fat round peach ass with a little bit of fuzz around my unfucked shitter. Even my own eighteen year old cousin pumped his jizz down my throat a few times and made me spread open for him to rape my butt and told me not to tell anyone. He always made me be the girl, so I had to suck his dong for hours, eat out his pucker and tell him how good it tasted. He would make me spread myself for him while he played with my boner, humiliating me and making my face get red. We will save the stories with my cousin for another time. My mother died when I was a boy, and my Dad, at 6'3", has always been a strong and outspoken man, with the result he has towered over me for most of my life. He was a real stud. I remembered on my thirteenth birthday I stole a pair of Dad’s jockey shorts just to get a whiff of what he smelled like and tasted the sweat from them like the dirty little naughty boy that I am. I lost count how many premature ejaculations I wasted into Dad’s underwear. He is a real stud and a true Alpha male in every sense. His body was strong and thick and his hands were rough like sandpaper. He had a five o’ clock shadow that would make any boy late for school. But the best thing about my Dad was that he was a true sexual deviant with a pecker that was horselike in length. That same huge piece of fuckmeat was that which squirted the DNA that also made me. Fuckin' hot, was how I felt about it. My Dad came into my room early yesterday morning, his package cupped in a pair of boxer briefs, and barked at me “Boy, get the fuck up. No sleeping in under my roof. Boys get so lazy nowadays. They have become smart mouthed fuckalls and sit around all day whackin their pud to porno. No boy of mine is gonna be a lazy faggot!” I saw his huge dong jerk in pleasure as it laid back against his thigh. I snapped to attention and rolled out of bed. Dad had a strict family rule that real men got to wear underwear around the house, but bitches had no right to wear bottoms to protect their penis or their sweet spot. My average teen dick bounced over my balls as I stood at attention. “I am sorry Dad, I…I..I will do better about my sleep schedule.” My cheeks burned red with embarrassment that my own Father just punked me out like that. Even though there was no audience it felt like everyone in the world was listening and knew that I was a submissive bitch son to my own Dad. Dad’s eyes lit up with fascination and a greedy perverted smile hastened his tongue across his lips as he purveyed my body like a predator. His calculating grey eyes lingered over my fat round butt and on my flaccid boy cock. His hand was quick as he snatched me by my hair and pulled me in close. His grip tightened, making me wince and cry out as he handled me roughly, but with a seemingly tender grace. “Got a job for you fagboy, starts today and pays a whooooole lot. You gon be a good boy for Daddy and take the job? It pays really well. Wanna know what it is sport?” My Dad’s voice was really creeping me out and making me give in. I no longer fought his grasp and relaxed in his grip. “Sure Dad, I would love to make some money. What does it pay? What kinda job is it? Not many places hire seventeen year olds, Daddy.” “That was the one thing I wanted to mention bitch, I will be collecting the money that you make for your services rendered. Do you understand what I mean boy…that you are the goods, and I am the dealer? I am going to find you some nice gentlemen to visit. I already have one set up for tonight and he will be here in just a bit. We need to get you cleaned up and ready boy. Get in the fuckin' shower you cute little tramp!” He threw me into the bathroom door and ran the shower for me at a lukewarm temperature. It saved him money and he enjoyed seeing me beg for hotter water. I had to clean myself out but Dad would not leave the room, I was so embarrassed. Dad played with his huge meat watching me shower, telling me that I better get my shithole clean because the men he was taking money from did not need disappointment from Daddy’s prized little whoreboy. I knew what Dad meant about me being the goods. I had seen a few boys at my school and one girl who were prostitutes. I knew what Daddy was talking about. How could he make his boy do such nasty things? I knew it got him off and that was good enough for me. As you can see, I worshiped my Dad. Dad pulled me out of the shower roughly and forced me to my knees. He opened my mouth wide and shoved his fat horsecock in, causing me to choke a little as he sampled the merchandise. “Fuck son you have such good cocksucking lips. I will see to it that they get used often. A good fagboy like you needs a healthy dose of semen every day.” He dislodged himself from my throat and pushed me into the bedroom. He had it set up with a St Andrews Cross and a bed with leather restraints. Daddy pushed me to the St. Andrews Cross and used the restraints to strap me on standing with my back and cute supple boy butt facing the doorway. I felt his hands on my throat and as they trailed down my teenage skin, I got goosebumps. His hand rounded and cupped my ass pulling the meaty cheeks apart. “My little chubby fuckslut son. Gonna make a lot of dough off you queer.” He leaned in and kissed my neck tenderly. He smelled like a boy pig's wet dream, leather, which is my favorite scent. My Dad was an Alpha and not always so tender but he did show me some affection as his son. He left quickly. A half hour passed and my legs began to hurt and I needed to pee really bad. I heard the door creak open behind me and in walked the john. I couldn’t see him as my ass was to the door but I heard his footsteps as he moved up behind me. I heard his belt unbuckled and his trousers drop behind me to the floor. His voice rang out softly but commanding. “You must have a real good piece of ass for your Daddy to whore you out like this. How many men been up in that juicy teen bubble butt of yours? I am gonna enjoy myself whether you do or not. Your Pa did give special instructions that you are not to cum at all during this and that if you do, there will be consequences, so hold in your boy juice - if you can, bitch.” I heard the swish of the belt before it shocked my skin with a loud thwack. It hit my left cheek making it jiggle furiously with what felt like tiny needle stabs. I let out a cry that echoed around the room. “I am guessin your old man didn’t spare his rod, but we will certainly spoil the child.” The man laughed cruelly and let the belt fly again, simultaneously hitting both my butt cheeks. He snapped it again and it struck me square on my butthole. It felt like a massive sunburn, as my flesh heated up and my teen cock strained against the wood of the St. Andrews Cross. He layed into my bare butt for about five minutes until my ass was good and blistered and I knew I wouldn’t sit well for a day or so. The rough stranger approached me closer and I heard him wetting his fingers and spitting on them. He spit on my back and let a trail of it run down my buttcrack and over my exposed dick ditch. I struggled against my bonds as he handled me. His hands smacking and rubbing my sore tempered globes like a vicious animal. He pulled my head back by my hair and added further pressure to my knees making them buckle as he bit into my skin, leaving small marks. “Please sir, I am a good boy. Please don’t make me do this” I cried out as he undid my restraints and pushed me to the bed. “Listen you little piece of shit. I am only here to drain my dick up in your sweet teenage guts, so shut the fuck up with the crying like a little sissy faggot and spread yourself for me. Show me what every boy in your high school has already sampled you fucking cunt!” I reached back and spread for him showing him my puckering starfish. He groaned and rubbed the pad of his index and middle finger along it making it clench up. He roughly shoved his fingers in clawing at my soft rectum walls tearing them and making them bleed. My butthole was starting to give as he finally pressured in a circular motion against it with his poisonous cock. He spit on my hole and then leaned in sticking his perverted snaking tongue up my shitter. He pulled me apart and tasted me deeply, making sure to get me as wet as he likes his wife. Then he stood up and lined himself with my puckerhole. “This is gonna hurt boy….but feel free to make noise. I like my boys moaning in pleasure and pain. I am gonna spear that sweet little teen hole. Gonna open you up for business boy, ruin you for these other men. Even your own Pa won’t be able to get off in you like you want him too cause you will be so fucked out. Just a washed up slutty boy with a loose hole. And maybe a little something extra to remember me by.” His chiding and threats made my dick harder and rivulets of my salty teen semen ran down over my nuts. I looked around as his hand left my hair. This guy had to be around 6’ 0” with a strong muscular build and a decent sized uncut babymaker. His face showed signs of wasting so I wondered if the guy was just old or what. It was oozing precum as he forced me down face first onto the bed with his rough and sinister intentions. He circled the head of his prick around, lubing up my hole with his slimy toxic prefuck. He then let his weigh push against me and send the head burning through my clenched tearing ring. I clawed the bed and tried to escape as he inched further into my insides. He pushed me down again roughly smacking the back of my head and not allowing my limp cock to harden against the soft sheets and firm mattress below me. I bit down into my hand as he inched up even more. It felt like this guy’s cuncut hog was gonna come through my stomach at any second. Finally he hilted his big rod at home in my guts. He laughed down at me, mocking me and calling me nasty fucked up things as he begin to inch back out. “Gonna rip you open like a virgin on prom night boy. Then I am gonna shoot all twenty-five bucks of my goo into you, my fuckin toxic boy cumdump.” I froze in fear as he mentioned toxic. I knew that that meant. This asshole was breeding me full of his AIDS juice. He was going to give me the death fuck, I would later get the fuck flu and other nasty complications and perhaps go on to infect others as a whore for my Daddy. I couldn't get away, but maybe I didn't want to. He slapped my ass as he fucked into me and rode me for all I was worth which was apparently only twenty-five bucks. My Daddy sure had a sick sense of humor. I bet it got his Daddy dong nice and hard thinking about me being used for only a small amount of money. I wonder if my Dad knew that this guy had the bug. I was his sweet little sub son and he wanted to fuck me up in many ways so I guessed he had arranged for it to happen, which made me even more turned-on. I felt the man begin to breath hard on my neck as he hilted himself and I felt a huge amount of his noxious biohazard spunk filling and washing against my torn guts. He kept slamming into me even with his softening cock. His cockhead slamming into my sweet boy button deep inside. I fought to control it but my neg nuts started to empty all over the sheets the last negative load of my life. I had done my sticky business all over Daddy’s sheets. He was going to be furious. I cowered in shame that I could not hold my end of my Dad’s orders. The man pulled out of me with a wet cummy plop and his spooge rolled down out of my pouty fucked hole along my thigh and down over my nuts. I looked well used with pinkish tainted spooge running out down my thighs but that wouldn’t be enough to sate Daddy’s anger. The john smiled down at me with a satisfied smile and rolled me over. His words hit me like a time bomb “I thought I felt you go when I was inside you. Fucking ingrateful little teen slut. I am telling your father and for good measure just because I am a sweet guy, I am gonna tell him what a useless fuck you were and how I had to work for my own nut. Have fun getting punished faggot and have fun spreading my AIDS bug, as you can see I am far along and on no meds with a super high viral load that will rip through your entire body. I will be visiting again for a discounted rate…and to reinfect, believe me.” As quickly as he came, the man left me there. I tried to clean up as much of my boyjuice as I could with my mouth and tongue on the sheets. My flared rectum now looked like a fucked out rosebud cunt and was still spitting his load out as I heard Daddy come storming in behind me. “You embarrassed me!” His voice clapped like thunder and shook me to the core. I turned over, frightened and glued in place as he came down on top of me like a swarm of bees. He slapped me hard across my cheek creating a sting and then his hands tightly clasped my face. “I gave you specific order not to cum boy, Did I not?” My father spoke in a quiet menacing tone. I nodded yes to him and felt his finger wiggle up to my sloppy butt. He dug three fingers straight into me to the knuckle causing me to groan and working the poz nut into my asswalls. “Next time slut, you obey what your Daddy tells you. I provide for you and clothing and feed you. I have to put up with a lot, and boy I am tired of it. You will listen." He roughly turned me over and laid into me with his hand so that his pain was my pain. His hand had to have been hurting the way he tore into my sweet teen butt. It was rosy red and really sore. Daddy lay down in bed with me and looked at me. “Do you know why I turned you out to that poz dude for only twenty-five dollars son?” His voice shifted to concern for my feelings. “I wanted to remind you of your place to me as Alpha of this house. You are worth more to me than any money. I love you sweet boy. You were always the quiet one, like your slut of a mother. You are also naturally a whore just like her as well. I knew you would get bugged so I figured why wait. I will still be pimping your ass out to the lowest bidder but that is just because Daddy has been taping you and wants to witness first had your descent into true queer pigdom. You are Daddy's little cumdump cocksleeve boy.” He chuckled softly in my ear. He kissed my head and tucked me in, but not before a taste of my royally fucked and infected seeping hole. “Sweet dreams my little poz slut. Tomorrow you have a big day. I have a client roster filled with a hung black dude, a trucker bear gangbang and also a smelly homeless dude wanted a go. Sweet dreams baby boy.” He turned off the light and shut the door leaving me to myself. I masturbated furiously thinking of my Dad making love to me and adding his Daddy milk to the toxic load that was soaking into my body. I imagined him taking his time and being rough in a sweet way. I climaxed all over my hand and quickly ate my tainted boyspunk. I imagined infecting my Dad, rolled over and pondered what my life would be like without him.
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A big thanks to the guys who write stories. This one is for all of you who inspire me to do filthy unspeakable things. Chapter I. My boy and I had been through a lot of ups and downs in our six years together. We’d fucked around with a bunch of guys, sometimes friends, sometimes strangers. We’d played separately and together and it was always a blast, until we both hungered for something more. We were both in our early twenties and we each had a hard, gym-toned body for which guys in the bars would go crazy. We’re both pretty versatile, but I’ve had more experience topping than he has. As nice as his hard dick is, it would be a shame not to share his ass. Our play got more and more risky, and more and more thrilling, and eventually we started playing around bareback. We found ourselves on a mattress surrounded by a bunch of POZ strangers. Between the two of us, we must have had ten POZ loads dripping out of our bare NEG holes. That was as out-of-hand as things got, and it sort of freaked me out more than it did him. We went to more than a handful of these parties and made friends with some of the regulars. Some guys at the group parties were POZ, some NEG, and some not even sure of their status. One night we wound up at a two-floor house party. Somehow we got separated, and he ended-up upstairs at the bottom of a pile of sweaty guys taking load after load, while I ended-up on the second floor topping a group of three bottoms, all of whom were chasers, and all of whom begged to be POZZED. Afterwards my boy and I enjoyed telling each other what we had gotten up to that night and ended-up giving each other a hard fuck. It was great, until a few weeks later when my boy came down with a really nasty cold. After he had the shakes for a few days, it dawned on me that one of those anonymous loads he had taken at the last party might well have been POZ and it might have taken. I got scared and we went to the clinic to get tested. (What happened there is another story!) Anyway, turned out that he was NEG, and after a few months, we got tested again. Still NEG. The experience really seemed to change things, and we settled down a bit and sort of lost interest in sleeping around. I decided the best way to keep both of us NEG and safe was to propose to him. He accepted, agreeing that we had been playing with fire. We started making wedding plans and agreed to live monogamously. We thought about having a joint bachelor party, but decided it might be best to celebrate separately and then have a big reception together. We picked our “best men,” mine was an ex from college, Carl, who was a good friend, but just a friend. My boy’s “best man” was Jim, a hot hunk of a guy both of us had fucked and been fucked by, but their friendship stopped being sexual back during the big POZ scare. I went out with my ex to make plans over a few beers with Carl. Over dinner, we decided to play it more-or-less tame and we planned to go to a Go-Go Bar and get a lap dance with some of the guys from our seedier days. Jim came over to our apartment to make plans with my boy. I got back to the apartment and, upon letting myself in, I heard Jim and my boy carrying on. They had both had a lot to drink and were slurring their words. Jim kept egging my boy on saying, “Come on. It’s your last big bash! It may be your last chance to get IT. Let’s just have a crazy gangbang and invite all the POZ tops we can find! I know an escort service that would even set us up with a POZ hustler!” My stomach twisted as I realized that’s what they were planning for my boy’s last big bash. I snuck back out of the apartment taking in what I’d just heard. After a few minutes in the hall, I made a show out of unlocking the door and greeting them. My boy was just hanging up his phone, presumably having booked a POZ hustler to breed him at his bachelor party, and hopped up to greet me. I saw his hard-on straining against his pants. He kissed me and wrapped his arms around me. As soon as Jim left, we had great sex, flip-fucking and cumming in each other’s holes. The whole time fucking my boy, I was fantasizing about his POZ hustler, as I suspect, he was also as he clenched his eyes while taking my load. The next morning as he showered, I unlocked his phone and jotted down the last number called, hoping I could contact the escort service and try to pay them off. That afternoon I ducked-out of my office and called the number. A gravelly voice answered, “Big Top Escorts at your service. How can we help you?” I explained my situation, claiming I was a “friend” who wanted to call the whole thing off. The guy on the other end of the line chuckled the whole time. “Well, your ‘friend’ seems to have paid the deposit with his credit card already, and we’ve book a very especially gifted date for his party. You’ll have to pay him off if you want to cancel.” I agreed wholeheartedly. When he told me that the deposit was $1,000, I gasped, and pleaded with him to work with me. “Alright, here’s what we can do. If you want to come down here and talk things over, I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.” He gave me an address in a really rundown part of town and without hesitation I hopped in my car. Twenty minutes later, I was literally on the wrong side of the tracks, buzzing an intercom next to a dented metal door with bulletproof glass. Big Top Escorts buzzed me in and I climbed the stairs, trembling with each step. I climbed up several dimly lit flights of creaky stairs until I came to a shoddy door with a hand-written sign scrawled Big Top Escorts. I opened the door and entered a claustrophobic office with one tiny filthy window and a broken metal desk. Behind the desk sat a balding stocky man with a goatee. When he stood him, I realized he wasn’t wearing pants, only boxer shorts. He extended his paw to me and made sure I was the guy who had called earlier. He told me his name was Vinny and that he had a job for me. If I did the job well, he’d cancel the POZ bachelor party for my fiancé, and ignore the deposit fee. I asked what the job was. He grinned and groped himself, “Get me hard.”
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I love this... There's a law on the books in New York that possession of condoms is legally admissible evidence of prostitution. Unfortunately, they're trying to repeal the law, but apparently NYPD isn't endorsing the repeal 'cause they like using condom possession in prostitution cases, and the Mayor won't endorse it until NYPD does. Pretty funny, eh?
