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It had been a long time since I'd been out to a club in rubber. I'd promised myself not to drink quite so much this time around, so with that in mind I thought I'd pace myself in case anything untoward should happen. I suppose wearing a short rubber chapsuit with a rubber thong and waders was suggesting stuff I probably would be too scared to give in to, but here I now was. Trying to not get drunk. A guy I'd been chatting on and off with was there. He seemed to be getting involved with most of the other men, but soon came over to where I was standing and exchanged small talk. He was wearing a short rubber surf suit and looked fucking beautiful, but after we exchanged pleasantries, I let him go on his way, further back into the club. Another hour or so had passed, and there I was, making my way around the sex area. Half prick-tease and half nervous, but my cock had stirred enough to be in the mood to join an encounter, so I started to eye up what was on offer. There he was again. Standing there. Drinking. Watching the guys wander about. I thought I'd try and see if he fancied jacking off at least, so I ventured closer to him. "Alright mate, see anything you like the look of?" I wanted to say "yeah, you" but batted it away as a "Yeah, a few things hehe". A mate of surfsuit joined us, believing we were about to get into it. He knelt down behind me and started to lick my hole. His tongue with the strip of the thong combined made me feel a bit hot and so I reached in to kiss Surfsuit while this was going on. "Mmmm" Surfsuit said "Good kisser aren't ya?" I blushed and smiled inwardly and took a blast of his poppers. Inhaling as much as Surfsuit did. By this time we were starting to explore each other more and I started working his rubbered crotch. "Want that, do yer?" I could only nod through the popper haze. He turned me around and pulled his cock out and started to teased my tongued hole. He was muttering into my ear as he also reached around and felt my hardening cock. "Yeah, you'd be a good addition to the team". I had a vague idea what he meant, but by now was too poppered up to really indulge into further conversation. "Open that arse up for me boy, you're ready". Again, through the haze, this was incredibly hot, and so then I started pulling my cheeks open wider for him to enter. "Yeah, nice hole lad. Bit tight, but that'll change" Fuck me, he was turning me on. I bent over and allowed him entry. Only brief flashes of "What the fuck am I doing?" going through my head. He started building up a rhythm, and there was no way I could just walk off while he was in me like this. Right now. It was ecstasy. He started to go faster, as I felt our union. This was the sluttiest I think I'd ever felt, and I was falling under the spell. Surfsuit stopped suddenly, and whispered into my ear "You're a dirty little rubberpig aren't yer? You do know that all the rubberpigs that sit on my cock end up converted, don't you?" I was panicking now. The sweat gushing and my cock straining. I was in no position to suddenly destroy this moment. It felt somewhat real. Like a union I never was aware of. As Surfsuit sped up, I heard him grunt and my arse became the recipient for his load. Fucking with a condom was fine, but to feel this guy's load in my hole was too much. My cock strained harder as he whispered again to me "I've been saving that load all week since you mentioned that you might come here. I've had my sight set on breeding you up. You're one of us now, pig. A brother. Welcome. Rejoice in your new existence". Then Surfsuit pulled me back up and pushed me down onto my knees and presented his cock for me to clean. As I got down to it, devouring his meat, he unzipped his suit slightly and there was the biohazard tattoo. My cock could not have got any harder by now, as he held my head down. Bobbing up and down on his cock with the tatt almost hypnotising me. "Good lad" He said. "Right, let's see about where your last neg load should go. I suggest up here", as he turned around and unzipped at his arse. I was beyond help at this point. Adrenalin of the encounter rushing through me. Caught up in the rapture of the encounter. Soon I was spasming my neg seed into his arse. It felt like a union. A connection. A circle. In the moment, I went to kiss him. The two of us were in each other now, regardless. "Man, it feels good taking the last neg load of a rubberpig, putting him on the road to brotherhood", he said, with a grin. As it all dawned on me, I started to worry in my mind that I'd done something deeply insane, yet the bugdad/ brother chat had won me, and my cock, over. No going back now. After that night, we continued to chat on and off. I felt a bit more kinship growing in me, gradually as I started to fall ill, yet feel indescribably horny. When I said this to him, he responded "Excellent, it has begun". It felt like I was in a cocoon of painkillers and wooziness and with these hard ons. I started looking and cruising more 'needs discussion' guys online, as I felt a weird kind of kinship grow within me. A few weeks later I was back at the club. I'd got myself my own surfsuit outfit, and felt more at home in that environment then I ever had. As that night went on, I too had begun to fuck randomly, now not needing to worry. As the gentleman who went down on my cock started to struggle slightly as I unzipped my suit to reveal my new biohazard tattoo, I revelled in this twisted new power as I came into his mouth, and welcomed a new brother. It's what the brotherhood does.
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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.”
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Im mild to wild, prefer other guys into fetishes/rubber. Open to a lot. Hit me up.
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40 yo sub bottom living in Vegas. Need to be used hard. Love bondage and all sorts of kinks. Unfortunately limited gear here, but open to almost anything.
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Any place for good anonymous bb sex?
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Pig Master (30) and His masc neg sissyslave (28) geared in pink rubber looking for fetish/humiliation oriented/sleazy Tops to come along to our place in N1 today (3rd September) to abuse and donate a load or 2 into an eager sissy’s fuckhole. Pnp friendly. Out of attachments, pics available. -
Hi guys, who's going to Gran Canaria for Maspalomas Fetish week this year ?
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Blk hung top 4 bottom ass 4 now leather & or rubber geared pig bottoms + 3ways okay
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Versatile, easy going and sleazy going guy available in north west UK (Manc) can travel within reason for hook ups, sometimes accom but not always. From mild to wild, lots of likes and only a few dislikes. Looking for 1on1, groups, party, clubs, sauna, fuck n go, longer sessions, like it sweaty, filthy, hit me up guys and we can get it on good.
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Neg looking for no loads refused fun into kink n sleaze... Into most things, quick or long drawn out, anon, or pimping at Sauna... i have a few free weekends... ...Manchester 20-22 Jan, 27-29 Jan 2017... Birmingham 3-5 Feb 2017
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Actually, I was kind of happy for the break. One- I could tell I was getting dehydrated, and needed to go fill my water bottles. Two- I hadn't seen my BF Pete for several hours. Now, we're certainly okay about playing with others, but we do like to check in from time to time to make sure we're both alright and both having a good time. And three- when I parTy, I find that I get easily bored with the same 'scene,' and need new 'stimuli' to keep my interest in line with my high..... (shallow, but true). I took four water bottles to the fountain by the stairs and started filling them up, taking time to drink from the fountain between filling. I must have been a sight, 'cause I hadn't bothered to put on any shorts or a towel, and I was covered in dried j-lube and smears of crisco. A few knowing looks by passersby made me laugh at the situation. I took the bottles back to the room, grabbed my towel and headed down to the first floor to the large community shower to clean up. The place was pretty dead, save for the lonely souls pacing the hallways looking for one more hookup. The sound of the shower drew a few curiosity seekers as I soaped my body over and over, trying to remove the layers of grease, lube and bodily fluids. As much as I like sleaze, cleaning up occasionally becomes a necessity. Plus, the open exhibitionism in a public shower revs up all those old high school and college gym fantasies! And...gettin' clean just means that I get to start gettin' dirty all over again!!! After drying off, I stopped by the front desk to trade my towel in for a fresh one. Randy (a playbuddy) was working. Sometimes we trade stories or information about patrons, but he had a line of guys waiting to check in, so he was trying to be very professional. "You wanna go ahead and renew? Your time's just about up," he asked. "Shit! What time is it?" I said, wondering where the time had gone. "Nine-thirty Sunday morning, babe," Randy replied. I handed over my key to get my wallet out of the lockbox, and renewed one more time. "Thanks, man," I said, winking at Randy, and trying to remember where the last 36 hours had gone... On the way back to the room, I stopped on the second floor to check for any action. Coming down one of the hallways toward me, I saw a hot guy with his towel slung over his shoulder. He was stopping at open doors and checking out the inhabitants, and tugging on a very shrunken dick. As I got closer, I realized it was my BF Pete! "Hey, hot man!" I said, grabbing his muscular ass. He stared at me, clearly spun out of his mind, before finally recognizing me. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed, realizing how out of it he must have been to not recognize his lover. "I think you need some water, honey," I said, rubbing our stubbled cheeks together. "Uh-huh," he replied, clearly coming out of 'cruise mode,' and relaxing into my arms. I walked him to the nearest water fountain and made him drink. Then we continued up the stairs to the third floor, where I led him to the single shower stall and made him rinse off. The brief shower seemed to sort of revive him, and we headed back to the room for more water and a cigarette. After he'd finished one of the bottles of water, I handed him a bottle of Gatorade (really - just Gatorade!!!) to replenish his electrolytes. "Just sip it, babe," I cautioned. Within about 20 minutes, I could see he was starting to look and act more coherent - - - and glad that I had rescued him. Make no mistake...we were both still high...just a little more in control. "So, how many loads ya got?" I asked, easily sliding two fingers into his wrecked hole. "Mmmmmmmmm," he moaned, raising his hips to impale himself on my fingers. "I sorta lost track... got at least two from the black guy you left me with. He was fuckin' hot - and man could he fuck! Glad you fisted me before we hooked up - he was amazed at how easy I took him," Pete said, dreamily recounting the evening. "Then, when I couldn't find you, I went to the maze and laid in the sling for awhile and took - uhhhh - maybe three more loads. One guy asked if I wanted to come back and party with him and his boyfriend, so I ended up in the "Blacklight Room" for awhile. They had some reallllllly good shit - guess that's where I got so fucked up...." he said, caressing my wrist as I worked fingers three and four into his slimy hole. "Hey, how are we on time?" Pete asked. "Don't worry, babe. I already renewed us - - - again," I reassured him. "How much ice we got left?" he said, referring to Miss Tina. With my free hand, I reached deep into one of my leather boots and pulled out two fresh quarter bags. "Ya think this'll last us?" I smiled. "I dunno. The way I feel right now, I could spend another day here," he grinned. I hid the bags again, and pulled my fingers out of his ass. Grabbing a paper towel off the roll we'd brought with us. I wiped my hand dry of the lube and cum from Pete's hole. Then I rummaged through our duffle bag and pulled out some more leather. "Here - put these on," I said, tossing a pair of black leather chaps onto his chest. I found my own pair of Nasty Pig rubber chaps with the red stripe down the side, and sat down to put them on. Pete knew where I was going with this. If you wanna play rough, it helps to look the part! He found our leather harnesses, and we helped each other put them on. Next came the armbands. Pete picked a pair of black leather ones with a red stripe, and I found a pair of black leather ones with black pyramid studs. All through the ritual of dressing each other, we kissed and touched each other's hot bodies - reconnecting after a long night of being apart. "Pig!" "Whore!" "Slut!" "Fucker!" we called each other...the names that had originally drawn us to each other. "God, you're hot!" I said, before plunging my tongue down his throat. "Mmmmm - and I love you!" he growled in my ear. Pete dug into the duffle bag again, fishing around, and finally came up with a small plastic pill bottle. He opened the top and shook a variety of different colored pills into his palm. Poking them around with his index finger, he finally chose a pink one. Holding it up for me to see, he said, "A little X?" "Throw me into that briar patch, daddy!" I answered. He bit the pill in half, and placed one half on my tongue and the other on his. We took turns swigging more Gatorade to wash it down, and lit two more cigarettes to pass the time while the added drug started to take effect. "Hey, where's that new fisting DVD?" Pete asked. (We had brought a small portable DVD player and hooked it up to the small TV in the room, so we could add to the porn choices that were available. Sometimes, after being at the baths for as long as we had, you start seeing the same stuff over and over again - - - and our choice of the harder core videos can attract a "certain type" of audience to our room if they're bored with some of the more "vanilla" offerings...) I found it and popped it in the player. It was full of hot, hairy daddies in leather, fisting each other in a dungeon. Between the ample drugs, my hot boyfriend, and whoever was wandering the hallways - - - we were going to do our best to bring the DVD to life!!! The "X" started as a slow vibration across my chest - - - then spread down my torso - - - and eventually hit my asspucker. "You feelin' it, babe?" I asked. "Mmmmm-hmmmmm," Pete answered dreamily, letting his fingers lightly graze his sensitive nipples. I moved between his legs, letting my tongue trace a path from his stretched balls - up his hairy abs - to his eraser tits - and finally to his mouth. "Let's go get fucked," I whispered in his ear. "Just as soon as we do a bump," Pete whispered back. Not that we needed any more Tina - - - but when you get to a certain state - - - you think more just makes it .........more! I picked up the bag that we'd been using, and rolled a bottle of poppers over it to crush the few remaining shards into a fine powder. Pete laid back and spread his cheeks to expose his swollen hole. I licked my index finger and stuck it in the baggy, making sure I got a good dose to adhere. "Open up for Daddy!" I teased, while carefully guiding the crystal-covered finger toward Pete's hole. "Push it out, pig!" I commanded. The purple ring started to open, revealing the red inner folds of his rectum. "Fuck yeah! Show me that rose," I encouraged him. When he was good and open, I inserted my finger, watching it disappear in the warm tissue of his ass. "Fuccccckkkkkkk!" Pete moaned. I kept going until I was buried up to the last knuckle, and then slowly rotated my finger to make sure the drug was completely deposited in his fuckhole. When I finally pulled my finger out, I stuck it in my mouth and swabbed my lower gums to deposit any leftover Tina - - - and some strange cum that was deep in Pete's ass... "Okay - me next," I said, handing him the baggie and getting on my hands and knees. He returned the favor, giving me a liberal bump for the road. We snapped leather codpieces to the fronts of our chaps (so we would be free to move about the bathhouse without being called out bv the management for public nudity), and headed out the door to find some action. We heard some movement in the room next to ours (The Leather Dungeon - so called because it comes with a sling and a small jail cell - but the mattress sits directly on the floor and is not the easiest to fuck on). Most of the doors to the rooms were closed - and those that were open were either vacated and waiting to be cleaned, or had somebody laying on their stomach - ass up ready for cock. We walked by a pair of twinks who giggled nervously, staring at the two of us in head-to-toe leather on a Sunday morning. We went down the stairs to the second floor and found things much the same. (The second floor has all single rooms, some with TVs and some without - no 'specialty' rooms. But - - - this is where the maze/darkroom is! We slowly headed toward the entrance of the maze, taking our time so we might catch a glimpse of someone entering or leaving.
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At Folsom in Berlin. Raw gear pig looking for loads from tops or seconds from fellow slutty bottoms.
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Masculine, uninhibited sub pigslut with an insatiable ass and into most scenes, especially kink, raunch, sleaze and taboo, looking for long fuelled sweaty NSA play sessions with likeminded, 1on1 gang or group. Anonymous, random, outdoors, private & public venues. Raw, wet and balls deep, use me, breed me, seed me or pimp me, can worship for days at a time especially like 'em BIG to MONSTER -
Pierced and inked pig in NY in June and seeking twisted hook up with similar or perverted Tops. Unsociable and filthy and up for most things: are for breaking apart from NO KIDS. Give a good first but want a Dad to open me up and wreck my hole.
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Anyone Skype? want to watch me breed my hole this morning with used condom I found last night in bookstore booth..brought home...let load sit overnight..and now ready to breed myself with dudes cum!!!
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Hey pigs I am looking for some hot and steamy biohazard outfits. One of you had this pic of him in a rubber shirt with a biohazard sign on the back. I also saw a necklace... Any idea or recommendations where I can buy that stuff? Cheers
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