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Our status, our state This is not the story yet, I need to explain the background so that I can start chapters without many boring setups. *** CONTEXT *** From dystopia to positive (pun intended) world. The story is set in 2050 after 20 years United Nations had realized the "Zero HIV infections 2030 goal" has miserably failed, together with all HIV vaccine trials and attempts of eradication. European Union has become a unique state with a single president in 2028 after a devastating war, new USE - United State of Europe's president was a very liberal politician who believed in human rights, awareness and protections but HIV cases did not stop growing because of a meds/prep resistant strain and people are fed up of all this mess. President attempts to calm population's unsatisfaction down and tries to plan mass sex education programs for young and adults, but he's unaware about the conspiracy behind the virus: his direct opponent was an old, retired, gay scientist who survived AIDS emergency in 80s as a long-term non-progressor, he didn't need meds and rather than helping science for humanity's good, he's created a lethal HIV strain to be used for military purpose. But having survived the real war, he's changed his mind. There's another way to eliminate HIV/AIDS trouble from Europe and the world, isolating HIV-positive people in a town built for them in a desert island and banning sexual freedom from the rest of the state. Campaign is a success and 2029 is the year where human rights are canceled by new president voted by people in place of the liberal one. The damage is done in a few months: HIV-positive can do whatever in their town (Bugdom) but it's strictly forbidden to cross the gate! Only way to contact negative folks is Internet in game or social network or ordinary mail and instant messengers, but everything is controlled from the neg world's side and if a neg is caught talking about sex with another neg or worse with a poz, they'll be locked into a cage in Bugdom where a neg has no basic human rights at all, unless a poz person decides to take them under their wing for pity or sex hunger. The gifter is the only one who can establish if and when the neg is worthy of becoming a true Bugdom citizen, meanwhile a negative person in the town can only be a slave with no say. In all these conflict there's a third (unlistened) opinion: HIV's. The old scientist is completely unaware that Bugdom's HIV has acquired capability of thinking, reasoning, feeling AND TALKING because it has mutated through years and perfectly knows what has been previous decades' human sex freedom and it (he) wants humans to have it back. Story begins with a 18-years-old boy who was born neg in 2032, from a poz couple. President's statement is that neg children born in Bugdom must grow up away from poz parents and be raised by the State, but the teen's father doesn't agree at all! Author's note: yes, I'm inspired by some social and political events of the real world but no intention to promote or discourage anything; this year has elections both in Europe and in US and, I hope, everyone of us is responsible of what they does. Politically and sexually. Literary exaggerations and parodies aren't forbidden after all, this is a sex and entertainment web site and my story is for this purpose only. First chapter currently in draft.
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I'm trying another something new. A collection of one off stories, all centered around a few common characters and themes, all a little bit in the world of science fiction. I hope y'all enjoy my new stories of transformation and change! Part 1: The Experiment Week 1: The ad had been simple, yet it had attracted Jonny’s attention right away. Of course, that was its intention. Jonny was young, and just out of college. At 22 he considered himself to be in his prime. He was cocky, he looked good naked and he knew it. His round pecs had in the last two years started to grow an ever-expanding patch of hair right in the center that now spanned from round pert nipple to round pert nipple. He worked out often, and had the high bouncing butt to prove it, not that it ever saw any action. In his freshman yes of college Jonny had found himself dating a waifish insatiable bottom which had done two things for his psyche. First, he came to think of himself over the course of that relationship as a strict top; an opinion that he carried to this day. Secondly, that all bottoms were smaller and weaker than him. It was part of what had driven him to the gym. If he was going to be all top he had to look the part. Over the next for years he had sculpted himself into his idea of the perfect top, and when he stood naked with his seven and a half inch monstrously thick dick sticking out from his dense pubes it was hard to argue with his self-assessment. Looking for young gay men for a sexual health study, and possible experiment. First session is an interview, if applicants qualify they will be contacted for further interviews or experiments. Applicants should be self-identified as “tops.” This is a paid study. That simple paragraph had changed the course of Jonny’s life. Like most people right out of college he was hard up for money, and looking for a job. He’d used almost all the money he’d gotten at graduation to move out of his college apartment and into a small place just outside the gay neighborhood with two other guys he knew from college. They had both found jobs fairly quickly but Jonny was struggling. After almost a full month of sending out what felt like hundreds of resumes the fun part of “fun-employment” was wearing off. The prospect of being paid to talk about his sex life seemed almost too good to be true. After seeing the ad online he’d quickly clicked on the link to sign up. He’d entered his name and age, a few other stats and then clicked submit. After only just a few minutes an email came through with an appointment time and location. It all seemed so easy. Two days later Jonny walked up the steps of an uninteresting looking office building. He got in the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. In the elevator bay a sign with rearrangeable white block letters read “Queer Sexual Health Study Room 709” with an arrow pointing down the nondescript hallway. About halfway down the hallway he found room 708 and feeling just a little bit nervous, knocked. “Come in,” said a light voice through the door. Jonny opened it and found himself what looked like a small doctor’s office waiting room. At a desk across from the door sat a blond twink with shaggy hair and a thin narrow face. He flashed a big toothy smile at Jonny and said, “Come on in and close the door.” He had a soft floating voice with a hint of a lisp. He was a the exact kind of guy Jonny loved, and he felt his cock stirring in his pants. “You must be Jonny?” asked the twink. “Yeah. I have a… uh…” he checked his phone for the appointment notice, “three o’clock appointment for the study.” “Perfect.” He grabbed a clip board from a stack and passed it over the desk with a pen. “Go ahead and fill this out. It confirms the information you submitted on the webform and then in a consent for the study. Take your time and read through it all if you like.” He flashed another big smile. Jonny eyed him up and down, undressing him with his eyes. Jonny quickly filled out his information again, his eyes frequently flicking up to the twink behind the desk. Every once in a while, they caught each other’s eye and the twink would grin. Jonny barely read the consent form, if he had read it a little bit more he might have understood what he was signing up for, but as it was he found himself more than a little distracted. Having scribbled his signature across the bottom of the consent form, Jonny got up, tried and failed to hide his erection, and handed the twink back the clipboard. “Thanks, give me just one moment.” The twink got up and went through a door off to the side of the desk. Jonny eyes his narrow hips and pert butt as he walked away. He was practically drooling. Jonny was left alone, his mind full of thoughts of lust for the twink. After a few minutes he was back and holding the door open said, “follow me please.” Jonny got up and adjusted his boner again, sticking it up into the waistband of his briefs. The door opened on to another corridor. Lining one wall were a series of door that all opened onto little rooms. Each one was fitted out with a desk, a comfortable looking couch, and an exam table. It was like a cross between a doctors exam room and a therapists office. The twink lead Jonny down to the last room at the end of the hall and said, “Doctor Marks will be with you in just a moment. Feel free to make yourself comfortable on the couch.” Jonny sat down and looked around, the twink gave him another winning smile and then left, closing the door behind him. The room was a clinical blue green color, and the exam table had a thin sheet of paper over it. Had it not been for the couch, and the dimmed lighting it would have felt exactly like a doctor’s office. Jonny found himself starting to get nervous. What had he signed up for? Just a minute later there came a light knock on the door and a man let himself in. He was tall and broad shouldered. His handsome face sported a close cropped beard, and fleck of gray at the temples of his short hair. He was certainly handsome but not Jonny’s type. This was the sort of man Jonny hoped he’d grow into, not the kind he hooked up with. “Hi,” said the man extending a large hand to Jonny, “I’m Doctor Marks. You must be…” he consulted the clipboard in his arm, “Jonny. Nice to meet you.” Jonny shook his hand, “Hi, its… it’s good to meet you too.” “You must be wondering what our little study is about,” said Dr. Marks moving around the room to sit at the wooden desk. He gestured to the couch and Jonny sat back down. “Yeah kind of.” Jonny admitted with a sheepish grin. “Well, I’m a psychologist first of all, and I’m interested in what drives people’s sexual desires. Ultimately, I’m hoping to understand where sexual fetishes come from, how do they form in the mind, how do they evolve, how do they relate to the rest of our lives and psyche, and can they be changed. However, for this part of the study we’re starting with something more basic, the building blocks if you will. Before delving into kinks and fetishes and the more specific aspects of sex we’re looking at what defines roles in gay sex. To put it plainly, why are some people tops, some bottoms, and some vers. Is it something innate, something learned, is it both, can it change over time, can stimulus change it.” “Cool,” said Jonny, genuinely interested, “But I don’t think anything can change me from being a top.” Dr. Marks smiled at that, and continued, “So, todays interview is to assess if you’re right for the study. From your answers on the questionnaire, it seems likely that you are. You will be paid one hundred dollars for the session no matter what the outcome is. If we decide you’re a good fit we’ll have you watch a little informational video and then schedule you for your next visit. How does all of that sound.” “Sounds good to me,” the thought of a hundred dollars for just answering questions sounded amazing to Jonny. “Great. Now these questions are obviously going to be very personal in nature, I’m sure you saw that in the consent form. Please answer honestly, that’s the only way for us really to get good data.” “Understood.” Dr. Marks looked down at the clipboard now resting on his knee, picked up his pen, and cleared his throat. “It says on here that you consider yourself to be a strict top.” Color rose in Jonny’s cheeks. Somehow hearing that said out loud in such a clinical tone made him embarrassed, but he said in as strong a voice as he could, “correct.” “How long have you been sexually active?” “Six years.” “That would have made you how old when you lost your virginity?” “Sixteen.” Dr. Marks made a note on his clip board, “can you tell me about that first sexual experience?” “Well that was, this guy in high school, we had both just come out. It didn’t really mean much but we blew each other in his car parked at this old baseball field a little out of town. Then I fucked… I topped him once.” “You can say fucked,” Dr. Marks gave Jonny a reassuring smile and a nod. “Where you the top in that encounter because you already considered yourself to be an exclusive top?” “No… not really, its just sort of how it played out.” “When would you say you started to identify as a top?” “My first boyfriend in college, this hot little twink. He only wanted to get fucked, and I found that I loved it. I started going to the gym because I wanted to bulk up and pound him harder. I loved hearing him moan when I slid my dick in his hole.” His dick was getting hard again thinking about it, he shifted trying to hide his erection. “Its alright if you become aroused, many of our subjects do when talking about their experiences. It’s nothing to be worried about or ashamed of.” “Oh… uh… thanks.” “You were saying?” “Yeah. Right. So I was the top in that relationship, and when we broke up I just kept going. I think the fact that I had bulked up made the other guys at school see me as a top and that’s how I started to see myself. Now, honestly now I can’t ever imagine it differently. In four years, I’ve never been interested in being fucked. Plus, I’m only really into guys much smaller than me, so it would be weird to be fucked by one.” Jonny let out a little nervous laugh and waited as Dr. Marks stopped scribbling his notes. “Great. What’s your relationship to protection and safe sex?” “Well…I probably should be better. I’m on PrEP, but still. I usually fuck raw. It just feels so good sliding into a tight hole, feeling it open up around my shaft and then pumping my load inside.” “You said that in four years you’ve ‘never been interested in being fucked’ does that mean you don’t like it or that its never happened?” “There have been a few guys who were interested, one guy even started eating my ass, but… its just not my thing.” “So you’ve never been the bottom?” “Nope, gold start top.” Jonny was proud of that fact. He may have been a slut in college but his hole was untouched. “Great. How many sexual partners would you average a week?” “Two to three.” “Now are you on any of the hook up apps?” “Yeah, um… Scruff mainly, but sometimes Grindr and Sniffies.” “How often would you say you are on the apps?” “At least once a day.” “And how often do you meet someone from there?” “Probably once a week.” “If you make it into the study would you be willing to let us look at your profile as the study progresses.” “Sure… not that I change it often.” “No most people don’t. Alright. I think that’s all of the introductory interview questions. I’m going to step out and confer with a colleague about your responses and I will be back in a few minutes.” Jonny was horny as hell now thinking about all the twinks he’d fucked over the years. His cock was leaking a steady stream of precum matting his treasure trail down. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back into the couch imagining the reception twink between his legs right now sucking on his hard dick. Dr. Marks knocked on the door again before letting himself in. Jonny jumped a little and say up straight, trying in vain to make it look like he hadn’t just been fantasizing about sex. “Right,” said Dr. Marks, ignoring the compromising position he had just caught Jonny in, “after talking it over we feel like you are the perfect candidate. So, next thing for today is watching the introductory video. A lot of this information is in there but I want to just say some of it to you personally. “By agreeing to be in the study you are committing to four sessions with us. They will all involve and interview portion, getting more and more in depth each time. Each will also include a short video to be watched before leaving. The first and last sessions will involve a physical examination. This is mainly to collect accurate stats on participants to see if there are physiological factors in determining tops and bottoms, or physical manifestations of those preferences. You will also be paid three hundred dollars for each of those sessions. Meaning for completing the whole study you’ll be paid a thirteen hundred dollars. Sound good?” “Sounds amazing!” “Great. I’ll just set up this video and leave you to watch it, please do pay close attention. I’ll come back when it’s over.” Dr. Marks picked up a remote from his desk and aimed it at the wall. A projector flickered to life and the entire wall across for Jonny was filled with a title screen reading “Welcome to the Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study.” “Title’s a little different from the hallway sign,” Jonny joked, “Queer Sexual Health?” “Yes, we try to keep a bit of a low profile in the building. Not everyone would be thrilled about a gay sex fetish study on their floor.” “True.” “Alright, I’ll click play here and leave you to it.” He got up and crossed to the door. He pointed the remote at the projector again and the play icon appeared in the corner of the title card. He gave Jonny one more smiled and then dimmed the lights and left the room. For a moment the room was silent except for the whirring of the projector fan. Then a low, warm, resonant voice filled the room. It started out seeming as though it was only coming from the wall being projected on, but quickly spread out till it felt like it was surrounding Jonny. For a moment, feeling this voice surround him was alarming, but there was something in the warm honey tambour of the sound that soothed him. “Welcome to the Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study,” the voice said, “we are so happy you’re here, and have agreed to be part of our study.” A low hum joined the voice, it ebbed and flowed, a slow rhythmic tempo like the water of a lake lapping at the shore. “Please listen carefully. As you’ve been told the study will consists of three sessions. Each session will have an interview, a film segment like this one, and the first and last session will have a physical examination. It is important that you are honest and open with us. Only complete honesty will provide us with the results we need. The hum had gotten louder and without thinking about it Jonny had noticed his breathing matching the pulse. It was calming. “During the physical examination you will be required to be nude in front of one of our technicians. They will take measurements of different parts of your body, including both your flaccid and erect penis.” Jonny’s dick gave a throb, he hoped that technicians meant the twink from the lobby. “You will also be required to give us access to your online dating profiled and hook up apps. We will examine your profile itself, along with the stats on the those you contact most often. “This portion of the study is looking at what makes a top a top, and a bottom a bottom. It is our goal to determine if those differences are innate, and if they can be changed.” There was a long pause in the narration and the title card faded to black. It was just the thrum. Jonny felt himself slipping back into the couch. He felt all tension leaving his body. “Focus closely on the center of the image in front of you,” the voice said. Then a small white dot appeared. Jonny trained his eyes in and focused. The dot started to ebb and flow with the drone, it grew and shrank. It made his eyes feel heavy. “Though you may think your role as a top cannot be changed that is not true. It’s not true because you are not truly a top. You are not truly vers. You are a bottom. Seeing a bottom being fucked turns you on because you see how good it would to be fucked yourself. You know this to be true.” The voice was washing over Jonny. He was no longer conscious of what exactly was being said. It was all just a wash of sound and light. The pulsing of the dot, and throbbing of the drone had overwhelmed his mind. He understood what the voice was saying, but was completely unaware of its message. The dot on the screen grew. It was no longer just a point of white light, but a glowing disk that grew till it seemed to envelope Jonny. He was falling forward into the bright white abyss. Then a new sound was added to the drone, the grunting of men. It was the unmistakable sound of two men having sex, and amongst it one man saying over and over “Yes, please, fuck me, use me, fuck me.” “You long to be fucked,” the voice said and from inside the white void came an image of a hot muscled jock on his back his face contorted in pleasure. The image filled the whole screen and then flashed to a video of a fat cock sliding raw into a well fucked hole. “It’s easier to surrender. We will help you surrender.” More images of dicks sliding into loose holes, the sound of skin slapping against skin was so loud now it had almost drowned out the drone, and in the background the voice of a mysterious horny bottom continued to plead for cock. “Give in. Take your place as a bottom. Service the men around you. You long to be fucked by them, to be bred by them. Your hole is desperate for cum. Let go. Let your mind go. Release yourself. Become the bottom you’re meant to be.” ---- When the lights blinked back on Jonny found himself slumped into the couch, his mouth hanging slightly open and a little trail of drool running down his chin. What had just happened he thought. He looked at his watch. He’d been in that room for over an hour, but it had seemed like just a few minutes. Had that intro video really been an hour? He shook it off and got up. His dick was soft, but there was a wet spot in the front of his pants where he had leaked precum. He tried to cover it with his hands. Just as he was about to open the door the handle turned and Dr. Marks came back. “You did great! Alright. Stop and see Toby out front and we’ll get you booked up. No more than a week between sessions but five days is optimal. Toby will also cut you a check. See you in a week!” Then he was gone. Jonny felt shaky and uneasy as he made his way to the front desk. His head seemed to be buzzing slightly, as if his mind were full of bees. He blinked almost unseeingly at the twink when he got back to the reception room. The cute blond just smiled knowingly and handed him a check then said “How about this coming Wednesday at 2pm? That work.” “Yeah… uh… yeah sure…” “Let’s put that in your phone now so you don’t forget shall we.” Toby added the appointment to Jonny’s phone and then he was out of the office and back on the street. What the fuck, he thought. Week 2: Five days later Jonny was once again sitting in the small waiting room across from Toby. It had been a strange five days. After he’d left the office the last time he’d felt out of it for the rest of the day, if he really was honest he still felt a little strange. Now, back in the waiting room, he felt nervous and excited. His heart was beating quickly and his dick refused to go completely soft. Something about all of this turned him on immensely but he didn’t really understand what. It was Dr. Marks who called him back this time. Sticking his head around the door he’d called Jonny back to the row of exam rooms and led him once again to the last one at the end of the hall. “Its good to see you again Jonny,” Dr. Marks said, gesturing to the couch again for Jonny to sit. Jonny sat down, the couch felt safe and familiar now, some of the tension went out of his body. “Thanks. You too.” “How was your week?” “It was good…” “What is it?” “Nothing… do you have questions for me?” “After the initial interview this part of the study is a little less ridged. We can have more of a conversation than just question and answer.” “Oh, right. Sure.” “So, your week? You said it was good but you kind of hesitated, was anything odd?” “I mean it was fine, I’m looking for a job so that occupies a lot of my time.” “Of course, I can imagine.” “But I was also so fucking horny all week. It was probably just talking about sex, and then thinking about the study.” “That’s understandable, analyzing your sex life, and asking why you are attracted to things can lead to an increase in libido for sure. Did this result in an increase in sex drive, or sexual encounters?” “Yeah.” Jonny chuckled a little embarrassed, “I had four different guys over this week.” “How did you find them?” “On the apps.” “And what role did you play in those encounters?” Jonny paused, this was what had been weight on him, “I was the top in all four…” “Feels like there’s a but hanging there.” “It was weird,” and with that a series of thoughts he hadn’t quite put together all tumbled out of him. “They were all hot, these bottoms. All twinky guys like I like, all horny as fuck and desperate to be bred. Something was different in the energy. I wasn’t as… the connection wasn’t there. Like I fucked them and I got off but it wasn’t as satisfying as usual. Does that make sense. I would get off and it would be hot but afterwards I was still not horny but unsatisfied, like I needed something more or something else. I’ve never felt that before.” “That’s very interesting.” Dr. Marks scribbled a long note on his clip board. “I’m intrigued to see if this carries into next week and how you feel after this session.” “Do you think it had something to do with last week?” Jonny asked nervously. “No. I’m sure you just had an odd week. You were super turned on talking about yourself and your love of topping and it through you off for a few days. Nothing to think too much about.” “Sure. I’m sure you’re right.” “Now, did your increase libido come with an increase in masturbation as well as sexual activity?” “I seriously jerked off like four times a day.” “Is that unusual?” “I’m normally a one or two kinda guy… but this week… this week its like all I could think about was sex.” “Fascinating. What do you use for stimulation when you masturbate?” “My hand…?” “No,” Dr. Marks chuckled. “Do you look at porn? Read erotica? Just imagine things?” “Oh! I usually watch porn.” “What sort?” “Anything with a twinky bottom usually.” “And this week? The same? Anything new?” “Well… yesterday I was scrolling through Twitter and I ended up stroking to a couple of muscle jocks getting fucked.” “Interesting? Who were the tops in these videos?” “One was kinda a bear type and another was also a jock.” “And that’s unusual for you?” “Yeah. I almost exclusively watch twinks get fucked, though I’ve watched them get fucked by all sorts of guys.” “So jock bottoms is an unusual choice for you?” “Yeah… it was really hot though.” “I’m sure it was. Alright, I think that’s the whole interview portion for today. Next my assistant Max will come in and he’ll do your physical and set you up for the video then you’re done for the day. I’ll see you when you’re all finished up.” “Thanks Dr. Marks.” “Sure think Jonny. Just sit tight.” Talking with Dr. Marks had gotten him aroused again. His dick was throbbing in his jeans, and a small dark spot of precum was forming. Fuck, Jonny thought, how was he this fucking horny. A soft rap on the door broke him out of his thoughts. “Hello,” said Max as he entered the room. He was younger then Dr Marks, probably in his late twenties early thirties. He had floppy brown hair combed over to one side and a stubby chin. His eyes were bright and kind, and he gave Jonny a big reassuring smile. “I’m Max, Dr. Marks assistant.” He held out his hand, and Jonny shook it. He felt a little bolt of electricity shoot through him at Max’s touch. Max, like Dr. Marks, was wildly different from Jonny’s type but his broad shoulders and thick arm stirred something in Jonny. “So has the process here been explained to you?” Max said sitting down at the desk. “Yeah. You’re going to take some sort of stats on me?” “That’s right. Mostly some basic stuff: height, weight, blood pressure, resting heart rate. That sort of thing. Then we’ll also do some other physical measurements. We’ll measure your chest, waist, arms, legs. I’ll get an accurate measurement of your erect penis. Then I’ll do a visual inspection of your anus. I understand you’re one of our top subjects so no real measuring back there just a little look for the records. Sound good?” “Yeah… I guess. Very thorough.” “We are that.” Max laughed. “It was all covered in your consent document, so no surprises and nothing to worry about.” Jonny thought back, and realized he really hadn’t read or absorbed anything in the consent document. It was too late now though he supposed, he’d signed, been accepted to the study and taken his first payment. “So if you don’t mind, take off everything but your underwear and jump up here on this table for me.” Jonny was suddenly very aware of how hard his dick was, but then he thought he was apparently going to get his erection measured so it didn’t really matter. He stood up and stripped down to his briefs, trying to keep one hand in front of his crotch but failing miserably. “Well, it looks as if you’re ready to have your erection measured. Why don’t we just start there. If you’ll pull your briefs down.” Jonny took a deep breath, and the hooked his thumbs into his briefs and pulled them down. He didn’t know why he was nervous in front of this man. He worked hard on his body, he was proud of it, he was proud of his cock. Yet still, he felt butterflies flapping in his chest. Max moved quickly and efficiently. He had a cloth tape measure in his hand and rolled the desk chair towards Jonny. He took a soft grip of the base of Jonny’s cock and pulled the tape along it the top. Allowing the end of the tape to drape across Jonny’s mushroom head, he bent low to read the number. “Great,” he said making a note on his clip board, “Seven and five eights inches long, and...” He wrapped the tape around the base of Jonny’s now dripping dick and leaned back in. “Six and a quarter inches around, that’s… just about two inches thick.” He made more rapid notes on his clipboard. “Right, since were here, why don’t you step out of those briefs for a second and bend over the table for me.” “Uh… sure.” Jonny kicked his briefs off and set them on the exam table in front of him. He lent forward from the hips resting his arms on the paper covered table top. “Man you really are a top,” Max chuckled, “arch your back a little, you’re so clenched up I can’t see anything.” He put one hand on the small of Jonny’s back and pushed lightly. A tiny whimper escaped Jonny’s mouth and he gave into the pressure, and he clapped a hand over his mouth in surprise. If Max had noticed anything he didn’t react. He just pressed down a little more till Jonny’s chest was basically against the table and his ass was thrust out. Jonny had bent plenty of boys over into this position but he’d never been the one to assume it. He felt exposed, but also, and this scared him a little, he felt good. It felt hot. There was a man behind him looking at his exposed hole. His dick gave a little throb. Max let up the pressure on Jonny’s back and moved both of his hands to Jonny’s butt cheeks. He pulled the furry mounds of muscle apart revealing the jock’s winking pink hole. Dense hair ran down his crack, and swirled around the untouched sphincter. “Not that you can really tell from looking but that certainly seems like the hole of a total top.” Max said. His breath felt warm on Jonny’s ass, and he involuntarily bent forward just a little more hoping to feel it again. Max grinned to himself, and let out a long slow breath. Jonny sighed and closed his eyes. Max ran his finger along Jonny’s crack, swirled it around his hole and then lent back to take notes. “Alright, you can stand up and put your briefs back on now.” Jonny felt like he was coming out of a trance. He stood up shaking his head to clear the clouds away. Blinking he pulled his briefs back on, and tucked his still throbbing dick off to one side. “Right, now, for the more standard measurements.” Max had Jonny up on the table and took his pulse, and blood pressure. He listened to Jonny’s chest with a stethoscope. He used his cloth tape to take measurements of almost every part of Jonny’s body, and then took him across the hall after assuring Jonny it was critical he be weighted in his underpants to get an accurate number across the hall. Jonny stood, his dick now resting at half mast, in his underwear on a scale in the hallway. Then he moved over to the measuring stick mounted to the wall. “Amazing,” Max said, putting one hand on Jonny’s bare shoulder and leading him back into the exam room. “You’ve done great.” Max’s hand felt warm on Jonny’s flesh, and he involuntarily pressed himself into it. “Go ahead and have a seat. I’ll just turn this on, and then leave you to your video session then you’re all done for the day.” “Thanks man.” Jonny said, sitting down, still in his underwear, on the couch. “No problem.” Max turned the projector on, dimmed the lights, started the film. The title card appeared on the far wall, the drone low in the speakers. Immediately Jonny’s entire focus was on the film in front of him. He never even noticed Max leave and close the door. “Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study Week Two.” Read the white letters on the wall. The drone swelled and Jonny’s breath almost instantly matched its pulse. The letters faded and the small white dot appeared again. It pulsed with the drone. “Welcome to week two. You’re doing so well. Focus on the dot in front of you. Yet your mind go blank. Let your vision shrink to just the dot. The dot is drawing you in, pulling you down, and opening you up all at once. Your hidden mind is opening as the dot grows in front of you. Your subconscious desires rising to the surface. A new understanding of yourself and your place in the world is growing.” The dot had started to expand. It grew till the whole was a blinding white. Then the whimpering pleading sound returned. “Please, yes, use my hole, fuck me, fuck me please,” over and over it repeated. “As you fall you come to know the truth,” the soothing resonant voice said, the words filling the room and echoing inside Jonny’s head. “The truth that no matter how much you’ve tried to be in the past you are no top.” The image of a boy on his knees in a jock strap with his mouth hanging open appeared in a small dot of its own, growing till it took over the vast white expanse before it faded to another image. A wet dripping uncut cock filled the screen, then a video of a boy suspended in a sling slurping hungrily on a bear’s dick. Images came quickly. A jock with his face shoved in a man’s armpit licking. Guys on their backs being fucked. Toys sliding in and out of used holes. Men’s faces coved in cum. “You know the truth. You are bottom. You long to be fucked. You long to feel a man’s meat slide inside your hole. You long to give in. You know that once you do you will be hooked. Once you allow a man inside of you you’ll never be able to go back. Once a man has cum inside you, you will be a cum dump forever, and you long for that release. Give in. You want to make men feel good, you want to please them. You want to be a good boy. “Take the first step. Rub your hole, feel it pucker against your fingers. Make it wet with spit. Press them into yourself. Feel how your hole blooms open. It was made to be fucked, made to be used, made to be open. Open yourself. Give in. Become the bottom you’re meant to be.” Week 3: Jonny shifted uncomfortably on the couch waiting for Dr. Marks. His heart had been pounding since he’s entered the waiting room. He was going to be expelled from the study he just knew it. When the gentle knock came at the door Jonny’s stomach dropped. He tried to muster a smile for Dr. Marks, but only managed a pained grimace. Maybe he just wouldn’t say anything about it. He really needed the money and if he didn’t complete the study… he didn’t want to think about it. It wasn’t just about the money. He didn’t want to disappoint Dr. Marks, or Max, or even Toby. “Hello Jonny. Five days already. Man, how the time flies.” Dr Marks settled himself into the chair and leaned back. He had his clip board on the desk, and sat leaning to one side to write with his legs wide apart. For the first time Jonny noticed the sizable bulge in Dr Marks pants. “Hi Dr. Marks.” “How was your week?” “It was… it was fine.” “That’s good, and how about your sex drive? Still in feeling revved up?” “Honestly yeah,” now that Dr. Marks was here he felt more relaxed. Dr. Marks was so nice, surly he’d understand. “I’ve been jerking off like crazy. Four, sometimes six times a day.” “That is a lot. You said you usual was once a day before?” “Yeah, maybe twice occasionally.” “Well, that is a marked increase. What about sexual partners? Any encounters this week?” “Just one. I didn’t… I didn’t really find myself looking for partners this week.” “That’s ok, and were you the top with this person?” “Yeah.” “How was that?” “Fine, I don’t know. It was sort of the same. He was hot, and I still got off but…” “But it didn’t fulfill you.” “Exactly.” “And what about your solo sessions, anything different besides increased frequency?” “Well… I… I hope this doesn’t hurt the study or bar me from it… I…” “Jonny the only thing that could hurt the study is if you’re not honest. There aren’t right or wrong answers.” “Ok. Well. I kept finding myself wanting to touch my… touch my hole. I’ve never done that before but…” “Go on.” “At first, like right when I got home after my last session actually I started to jerk off and my hand just sort of drifted that way. Without really thinking about it I started rubbing my hole. Then the next day I thought, what if I got my fingers wet, so I sucked on them and then started rubbing myself.” “How did that feel?” “It felt… it felt great, but still not quite what I was after. So then I got my fingers really wet and I started to try and work one inside me. It took a long time but once it was in I came immediately. In the last three days the only time I’ve cum without a finger in my butt was when I was with that guy.” “Well, that is fascinating. Thank you for your honesty Jonny. Truly, this doesn’t break the study or anything like that. In all honesty it makes it more interesting. Now did you feel satisfaction once you ejaculated with your finger inside you?” “Yeah! It felt great.” “And was it always just one finger?” “Um… well…” “Remember honesty Jonny.” “Well, no. After I got the first one in I felt this feeling of accomplishment and well I felt really sexy. But after getting off like that a couple of times, I felt like I needed more. So I… I started to work in a second one.” “This was the third day after your last visit?” “Yeah, in the evening. Then yesterday, like the fourth time I got off I decided to go for three.” “Did you enjoy it? Getting off while fingering yourself?” “Yeah. Fuck. It felt so good. I just felt so hot too. I kept pushing back, riding my fingers. It was totally wild and new. I’ve never felt anything like that.” Jonny was completely hard again. “That’s good. Thank you for telling me all of that. Now, since your practices have changed a little bit would you consent to Max giving you another quick exam. He doesn’t have to talk all the measurements again, but now that you’re engaging in anal play I’d like him to take another look at you hole if that’s alright.” “I… well yeah I guess. I’m just… wow. I was so nervous that I’d fucked up and you were going to kick me out. I just. Thank you Dr. Marks.” “No need to thank me, just keep being honest with what you’re experiencing... both here and out in the world. It does the study no good for you to deny an impulse you have because you think it will affect something here. We want real data from your real life. You have to give in to those experiences.” “Yes Doctor.” “Very good. I’ll tell Max about the changes you’ve described and he’ll be right in. You can strip down to your underwear if you like he’ll just be a minute.” With that Dr. Marks got up and left the room. The thought of waiting for Max in nothing but his underwear made Jonny both nervous and excited. In the end it was excitement that won out. He stood up and stripped off his clothes, tossing them to one side of the couch. Then he sat down in his straining briefs and waited. Max didn’t take long. Jonny had really only just sat back down when Max rapped on the door and walked in. “Well,” he said, “seem’s like ‘Mr. Never Been Topped’ has discovered the joys of fingering is that right?” Jonny blushed. “I… well…” “It’s ok, don’t be shy. I’m just giving you a little bit of a hard time. Anal stimulation can feel amazing. Anyway Dr. Marks just wants me to have a look here, and make a few notes about the condition of your hole as a base line marker.” “Base line marker?” “We take notes like this on all our subjects who engage in anal play to track any physical changes that may come from penetrative acts.” “I… oh.” Jonny hadn’t thought about what he was doing as penetrative, but of course it was. “Alright, come on over here, take those briefs off, and bend over.” Jonny did as he was told. He dropped his briefs, leaving them on the couch this time, and walked over with his cock semi hard and leaking to the table. He bent forward, this time arching his back a little bit naturally. He’d found himself arching more and more as he’d worked his fingers into himself, and it felt far less alien now. Max put a hand again in the small of his back and pushed down forcing Jonny to arch even further. When Jonny’s chest was pressed into the table and his ass presented to Max he let up the pressure and spread Jonny’s cheeks apart. Jonny’s hole winked a little and Max ran a finger along it. Still tight and pink, it hadn’t changed too much, but there was an obvious shift in how it reacted to stimulation. As soon as Max’s fingers made contact Jonny’s hole relaxed and Jonny let out a little moan. Max blew a soft stream of air across the winking pucker and watched goosebumps spread up Jonny’s back. He picked up his clip board and made a series of notes. “Perfect,” he patted Jonny on the butt cheek, “You’ve done great. Video time. Go ahead and have a seat.” Jonny’s cock was completely hard after Max’s examination, and leaking. He made no effort to cover it though, he felt sexy though he wasn’t clear why. He sat back down on the couch, still naked. “Have fun.” Max said, knowing that Jonny was already locked in to the video trance. He turned off the lights and closed the door. The drone filled the room. A title card appeared, “Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study Week Three.” When the title faded the dot appeared, and grew into the blinding void. Over the sounds of a hungry bottom begging for dick the soothing voice began. “Welcome to week three. You’re doing so well. We are all so proud of you. What a good boy you are. Feel yourself relax. Feel yourself let go. Feel your walls falling. Feel everything that’s kept you from being who you are fall away. Let it go and drift off into the void. Once you let it all go your true purpose becomes clear.” Images and videos of men being fucked and loving it start playing across the screen. “You’re a bottom. You’re a cock hungry bottom. You want to make the men around you feel good. You want to please them. You’re a pig. You’re a cock whore. You’re a cum dumpster. All you have to do is give in. All you have to do is let go. Find yourself on your true path. Jonny was too lost in the trance to realize he’d leaned back into the couch and brought his legs up. Slowly he spat into one hand, his eyes never leaving the screen, and began to rub his hole. “You need it. You need to feel your hole opening. You need to feel your hole being stretched. To feel yourself blossoming open. Give in. Fingers are no longer enough. You must push yourself, open yourself more. Jerking off isn’t enough anymore, you need to feel full. You need to feel something push past your hole. You need a dildo. Long and thick, you need to feel it inside yourself. Nothing will feel right until you do. Open yourself up on with a plastic cock, and when you do the bottom inside you will be released. Soon even the dildo won’t be enough. Give in. Week 4: “Hello Jonny.” Dr. Marks said sitting down at his desk. “Hi Doc.” Jonny was all smiled today. Something had changed. After Dr. Marks reassurances last week that following his impulses was the right thing to do Jonny felt like he was riding a near perpetual high. “You seem to be in a good mood today.” “I am. It was a… it was a really good week.” “Did you find a job?” “Oh… well no. That’s actually… that’s still on going.” “Sorry to here that. What made your week so good then? Did you find your grove again with being a top?” “Not exactly. I didn’t actually. Well I didn’t have sex with anyone this week. I hope that’s not bad.” “Like I told you last week, there is not right or wrong with this.” “Right. Well, you said to follow my impulses so. You know I just keep feeling more and more horny. Like I really can’t stop thinking about sex. I’ve started watching all sorts of new kinds of porn. Some filthy stuff, gang bangs, and cumdump stuff. And… and I’ve started watching guys who look more like me getting fucked almost exclusively. Its weird, since I’ve been here I’ve also started paying more attention to the tops. The guy getting fucked is interesting, but its not about his face its about watching the dick go into his ass and the top having fun…” Jonny paused to catch his breath. He was excited, and filled with a frantic energy. He felt like he had to get everything he’d been experiencing out or he’d burst. “Fascinating, tastes change all the time.” “Yeah of course. Its just interesting timing.” “No, it certainly is that. Now, last time you were here you had just started experimenting with fingering. Has that continued?” “Well. In a way. I guess the day after I was here last I was jerking off… more playing with myself I suppose, I wasn’t really doing much with my dick… anyway, I had three fingers in hole and it just didn’t feel like it was enough.” “What did you do.” “I got on google found a sex shop and bought a dildo.” “Really?” “Yeah!” “Something small to start?” Jonny looked a little abashed. “I guess that would have been the smart thing to do. No, I… I bought one the size of my own dick. I wanted. I wanted to know what all the guys I’d fucked had felt.” Dr. Marks consulted his paperwork, “So around seven and a half with about a six and a quarter circumference?” “Yep!” “Well, that certainly is jumping into the deep end. How did it go?” “It was really difficult at first. It took a lot of lube, and a really long time, but then all of a sudden… it just popped inside me. It felt like some kinda damn burst and it just slid right in. I sank all the way down to the bottom and just sat there.” “What day was this?” “Tuesday, they day after my last session.” “Right, your last session was just on Monday. You’re on a truncated turn around this week as it would have had you here on a Friday to do the full turn around. Wow, so in just three days really you’ve started playing with anal toys.” “It was… this will sound odd. It felt like this need. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’ve never been interested in putting anything in my ass before and then… this week… I just felt like I needed to.” “How did you feel one you got the dildo in the first time.” “Fucking amazing. It was so good. I just bounced up and down on it till all of a sudden I came all over myself.” “You experienced a spontaneous ejaculation from anal stimulation?” Dr. Marks shifted in his chair. Jonny’s eyes landed on the Doctor’s crotch. Was it his imagination or was Dr. Marks hard? “I guess that’s what you could call it.” “Was that your only one this week?” “No… I… I’ve had two more. One a day. But I’ve been riding that dildo like crazy. I can’t get enough of it. I spent two hours riding it this morning before jerking off to come here.” “Good, that’s very good. I’m really impressed Jonny. You’re doing so well.” “Thank you Doctor.” “Alright. So, just like last week because you’ve integrated another sexual habit into your life I’d like to have Max do an exam really quick before your film. Sound good?” “Absolutely.” “Alright, go ahead and strip off and Max will be right with you.” Jonny didn’t hesitate this time. As soon as the door closed behind Dr. Marks he was up and tearing off his clothes. He sat back down, this week not in a pair of straining briefs, but a tight white bike jock. He relished the feeling of his bare cheeks against the couch, and resisted the urge to slip and hand under himself and feel his hole. “Hey Jonny,” Max said, knocking and opening the door at the same time. “How are, oh…” he caught a sight of Jonny in his new jockstrap that he had also bought at the sex shop. “Well. This is a switch up from the briefs. You don’t even have to take them off for this exam. Come on over, I think you know the drill now.” Jonny got up and practically flopped forward onto the table. He didn’t need any encouragement to arch his back this time. He lay forward and pushed his ass back towards Max. “Perfect,” Max said. “You’re learning.” “Thank you.” Jonny said, looking over his shoulder. “You like being bent over like that don’t you? It feels good.” “Yeah… it… it makes me feel sexy.” “That’s good. Lean into that feeling. Alright. I’m going to just take a look here, and then I’m going to do a little manual stimulation of your hole to see how it… and you… respond.” “Alright!” Max repeated the same process he had before of spreading Jonny’s cheeks, running his fingers over his hole, and blowing lightly. Jonny whimpered as Max’s fingers pressed against his now pink and slightly puffy hole. “You’re doing great. Just relax.” Max took his finger and slicked it with lube. He ran his finger along Jonny’s hole, rubbing at the pink lips. Jonny groaned and pushed his ass back. Very slowly Max slid a finger inside of Jonny’s desperate ass. The near virgin hole was tight, and it took a moment for Max to be able to press his finger full in. Despite what sounded like a whirlwind seventy-two hours of dildo riding, Jonny was still a novice and his hole clenched as Max’s digit invaded. Jonny however, didn’t seem pained, or distressed, in face he was moaning into his arms and Max twisted his finger around. “Good,” Max said knowing not to push Jonny too far. “That’s just perfect. Alright,” he withdrew his finger. “That’s all the information I need for today.” “Oh, uh… great.” Jonny said a little sadly still bent over the exam table. “You can take a seat and I’ll start the video.” “Ok.” There it was, Max watched it happen in Jonny’s eyes. It was like a switch was clicked on in his mind. His eyes lost focus for a second and then he spun to sit on the couch staring at the wall laser focused. Max grinned, and clicked play. “Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study Week Four,” flashed on the wall before being over taken by the dot, then the void. The drone resonated in Jonny’s skull, and the whimpering of a desperate bottom filled his ears. Images of men in slings, tied up, fucked, and bred flashed before him on the screen. Videos of cock sliding into holes dripping with cum, wrecked asses being stretched with massive toys, gaped cunts winking back at the camera played in rapid succession as the voice echoed throughout the room. “Good job boy. Welcome back. You’re doing an amazing job. You’re giving in. You’re finding yourself. The fact that you’ve made it here just shows that we were right all along. You are a hungry bottom. You’re starting to admit it to your conscious self.” Jonny’s legs were already in the air, his ass exposed, and his mouth hanging slack. With his eyes locked on the images in front of him he spat into his hand and started to work three fingers into his hole. “Fingers aren’t enough now. Soon the dildo wont be either. You know what you need. You know what you need to do to take the final step. You need to be fucked. You need to be bred. Once you feel a man cum inside you there will be no going back, and you want that. You want to let go. You want to become the pig that you are. You want to be a good boy. You want to make men happy. To make them feel good. You want to feel them inside you. You want them use you. You want to be open and used. You want to be wrecked, gaped. You want to be the best cum pig you can. Give in. Let yourself go. Give in.” Week 5: “What?” Jonny said. He realized suddenly he hadn’t been listening to anything Dr. Marks had said. In truth his eyes had been locked on the bulge in Dr. Marks’ pants. “I asked how your week was.” Dr. Marks repeated. He shifted back in the chair causing his pants to bunch tighter around his crotch. Jonny felt his mouth go dry. “It was good.” “Still feeling an elevation in sex drive?” “God yes. I’m so damn horny. I just… I cant get enough. It never seems to go away. I have this. Its like a primal desire that I can’t get met.” “What have you been doing to try to ‘meet’ it” “Well after I left here last week I spent most of the night riding that dildo. I tried it in every position and eventually got a myself to cum again. But after that… well I tried all day the next day, Saturday, and it felt good… it felt amazing really, but I just couldn’t get off. I must have had that dildo in me most of the day. So I… I went back to the sex store.” “You did? What did you get?” “I got another dildo… bigger this time, and something I saw online. A… a butt plug. The dildo hitting against my prostate just feels so good that I wanted to be able to feel it all the time, and I thought having the plug would do that for me.” “And does it.” “Kind of. Its really intense but it does feel good. I tried that out first. Like right when I got home. I ran into my room stripped off and lubed it up.” “Completely naked?” “No, actually, I’ve been wearing jockstraps mostly now, so I just leave it on when I play with my hole.” “Do you get your penis out usually?” “I…” Jonny paused, he hadn’t thought about it, but he hadn’t been. Since his last session he hadn’t touched his cock hardly at all. It had all been about his ass. “No, actually. Its just been…” “About your hole.” “Yeah.” “Very interesting. Alright, so Sunday you went to sex shop again, two days after our last session.” “Right.” “You’ve got it home, and you can’t wait to try it out, so you strip down to a jock and…” Dr Marks rocked in his chair a little. Jonny’s eyes flicked down to his crotch. He was definitely hard. Jonny found it momentarily hard to concentrate knowing that there was an erect dick in such close proximity to him. He paused, shook his head a little and went on. “Well, I lubed it up, and sat on it. It took forever to get in. I just kept bouncing up and down feeling myself slowly open up, till all of a sudden, the base just shot into me. It was crazy. I started to cum, like big slow shots of cum bit I wasn’t even hard. My whole jock was soaked and my body was shaking. I just lay there on the ground for like an hour with the plug still inside me. It felt so fucking good.” “What did you do when you too the plug out?” “I ended up riding it again till I forced another load out.” “This is a very interesting development.” Dr. Marks adjusted his obvious bulge. “What about the dildo you purchased, did you end up using that?” “Not till the next day. I ended up playing with my plug most of the day Sunday. The on Monday I decided to try and take on my new dildo.” “How big is this one?” “Its nine inches long and two and a half in diameter.” “That is certainly not a beginner dildo either.” “No, I saw it and… I needed it. I probably spent too much money on it but… I don’t know it was too good.” “Understandable, carry on.” “Well, Monday after playing with the plug for a bit I switched to the dildo. I ended up riding it for almost three hours before I punched a load out of myself. It took a little longer but I managed to the same thing yesterday. Then before bed…” “Before bed what?” “I got this urge to put my plug back in. So I lubed it up and sat down hard on it. I lodged it as far as it would go in my ass and went to sleep like that.” “You slept plugged? All night?” “I wouldn’t say it was a great night sleep but… yeah.” “Fascinating. Now when you’ve been engaging in all of this anal play, what have you been thinking about?” “Thinking about?” “Yes. Have you been fantasizing? Or watching porn?” “Some of both.” “What kind of porn?” “A lot of toy play porn, and some dom sub stuff, a little light bondage.” “Is that out of the norm?” “Yeah it’s a pretty big shift.” Jonny laughed a little. “And when you were fantasizing?” “Well… um…” “Go on.” “Well… for the first time in my life I was thinking about… I was thinking about getting fucked.” “Interesting. Just in the abstract as something you’d want to try or…” “About getting fucked. I kept wondering how different it would feel if one of my dildos was a real dick. What would it be like to have a guy cum in me? It was all I could think about. Yesterday after I came I scooped all of the cum I could out of my jock and smeared it on my dildo before fucking myself again with it.” “How do you feel about your changing interests?” “I feel… a little unnerved, like what’s brought this on, why now? Being a top’s been my identity for so long, but also… it all just feels so good. Why should it matter? Maybe I never was a top. Maybe I always was a…” “A what?” “A bottom. Maybe I’m actually a bottom.” “How does that make you feel?” “Sexy, and horny.” “Very good. So listen Jonny, today was meant to be our last session; however, given your recent journey I would like to offer you a place in our long term study. It will mean weekly sessions for the next three months, at four hundred dollars a session. Does that sound like something you’d be interested in?” “God yes!” “Great. I will tell them to cue up the next video in your track really quick and I will be right back. I always do the week four physical so if you want to strip off we can do that in just a moment.” Jonny’s heart started pounding at those words. He’d been prepared for a physical but had assumed it would be Max. Now it was Dr. Marks. He shifted awkwardly on the couch. He hadn’t told Dr. Marks the last part of his overnight plug session… he’d never taken it out. He still had a big silicone plug stuffed inside his ass. He took a deep breath and stood up. He’d wanted Max to see it, to impress Max with its size, why shouldn’t he want Dr. Marks to see it too. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and waited. A few moments later Dr. Marks came back in. “One of your new jocks I see. Very nice. Well you can keep it on for now I think, most of the focus of our exam is going to be on the rear. Go ahead and get comfy bent over the table please.” Dr. Marks, crossed and sat down in the desk chair and Jonny bent over the exam table. He was a natural now, his back arched high and his ass presented outward. He leaned his arms and chest on the table, looking back over his shoulder. Dr. Marks hadn’t noticed yet, he was reading something on his clip board. After another beat he turned and saw Jonny’s plugged ass. “Is that your new plug?” “Yeah,” Jonny grinned wiggling his ass a little. “Did you put it in before coming here?” “Not exactly. I never took it out after last night.” “I see, very impressive, but I have to ask… why?” “Why?” “Why did you wear your plug here?” “I… I wanted Max to see it.” “You wanted Max to see it. Did you think anything else would happen?” “I… uh…” “Did you want Max to fuck you?” “I…” “Remember, honesty.” “Yes. I wanted Max to fuck me.” “Just Max? Is he the only man you’re interested in?” “No…” “No?” “No! I just… I need fucked so bad. Dr. Marks I think it’s the only thing that will help me. Its all I think about. I’m so fucking horny all the time, but nothing makes it stop. I need to fucked. I don’t understand it but I need to feel a man inside me. I need to be fucked. I need to be…” “Need to be what?” “I need to be bred. I need a man’s load inside me.” “Good boy.” “What?” “Doesn’t it feel better to admit that?” “Yes.” “I think its time you take the plunge and say goodbye to pretending to be a top.” “The plunge?” “Yes boy, where I take this plug out of your hole and give you the breeding you’re so desperately craving.” “Oh please! Dr Marks! Fuck me! Breed me! Use me!” Jonny’s rational mind was gone. He was consumed with lust. All he wanted in the entire world was to finally feel what it was like to be fucked and bred. He watched over his shoulder as Dr. Marks stood up out of the chair and took off his sport coat. His arms bulged under the thin material of his button down and Jonny noticed his prominent nipples sticking out for the first time. The Doctor took his time unbuttoning his shirt revealing a thick pelt of hair spreading across his chest and down his stomach. He cast off the shirt, then removed his shoes followed by his belt. He made a show of undoing the first button of his pants. Jonny’s mouth was watering. Dr. Marks slid his trousers off and presented himself in his own straining jock to Jonny. “Is this what you need boy?” He said grabbing at his crotch and shaking the bulging pouch of his jock. “Yes! Holy shit yes! Please… please Dr. Marks, fuck me.” “As you wish boy.” Dr. Marks dropped his jock and allowed his girthy cock to spring up. It slapped him just under the belly button leaving a big smear of precum in the dense hair. Jonny gasped. “Please,” he pleaded. He felt high, his mind was swimming in a fog. The only clear thought was that he needed to be fucked. Dr. Marks walked over to where Jonny was bent over and grabbed hold of the massive plug. He gave it a tug, and Jonny moaned. The boy was a slave to his hole now. Dr. Marks pulled a little harder, watching Jonny’s ass lips cling to the narrow shaft. He released it again. Then pulled one more time. Slowly, very slowly Jonny’s hole opened up, sliding along the slick plastic of the plug till the knot was almost out. Then suddenly the plug rocketed back into Dr. Marks’ hand, and Jonny’s hold gaped around the toy’s narrow tip. Dr. Marks had read the reports Max had made on Jonny’s hole. It had made fast progress following the hypno sessions, but this past week had been the ticket. For a long moment after the plug flopped out Jonny’s lips hung open, spasming. The boy made no attempt to clamp down or close his gaping hole, he just stayed there in front of Dr. Marks hungrily wigging his ass. “Beautiful,” he said, running a spit slicked finger around Jonny’s ass lips. “Are you ready for your first cock?” “Please… please… fuck me… I need it so bad…” “Good boy.” Dr. Marks dropped a big wad of spit on the fat head of his dick, rubbed it down the shaft and then lined up his cock. He grabbed Jonny by the hips and pressed forward. There was the briefest moment of resistance before he slid into the velvety almost virginal guts before him. They both moaned. In the back of his mind Jonny heard a voice, a deep resonant voice saying, “You long to give in. You know that once you do you will be hooked. Once you allow a man inside of you you’ll never be able to go back. Once a man has cum inside you, you will be a cum dump forever, and you long for that release. Give in. You want to make men feel good, you want to please them. You want to be a good boy.” “I want to be a good boy,” Jonny moaned, in little more than a whisper. “You are a good boy, you’re a very good boy. You’ve got my whole cock inside you now.” “Please, yes, use my hole, fuck me, fuck me please,” Jonny said, repeating unconsciously the words he’d heard so often now. “You know what you are now don’t you?” Dr. Marks pulled his cock out till just the tip was inside Jonny’s quivering hole. “Yes.” “What are you?” He slammed his cock back in. “A bottom.” “What are you?” Another rough thrust of his cock.” “A cock hungry bottom.” “What are you?” Slam. “A pig.” Another rough slam of Dr. Marks’ cock. “A cock whore.” Slam. “A cum dumpster.” “Good boy. Your hole feels so good around my cock. You’re going to make lots of men very happy.” “Please… use my hole. Breed me.” Dr. Marks drove his cock into Jonny’s hole over and over. His fingers dug into the flesh of Jonny’s hips as he dragged the boy back into his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room, and the stench of sweat started to swirl. Dr. Marks was growling, as he railed his latest experiment. He hammered roughly into Jonny’s hole. Getting a boy over the last hurdle took a little brute force. You had to truly fuck the top out of them. He bent low and grunted into Jonny’s ear, “I’m going to breed your fucking hole boy.” “Fuck! Yes please! Breed me! Fill me! Use me!” “Take my fucking load you bottom slut!” With that Dr. Marks buried his cock to the root inside of Jonny, breaking past his second hole and began to flood his guts. Jonny moaned, his own load dribbling out of his cock as his hole spasmed. They were both shaking as their orgasms subsisted. Slowly Dr. Marks withdrew his cock, and Jonny slumped against the exam table. “Thank you Doctor,” Jonny planted. “How do you feel Jonny?” “I feel amazing.” “And what about what you just said? How do you feel about that?” “I feel good. It felt… it felt right.” “Which part, be specific.” “I’m a… I’m a bottom, I always was, but its more than that… I’m not just a bottom, its not just that I like to be fucked. I need to be fucked. I’m a... I’m a cock hungry bottom, a cum dump, a cock whore.” “Good. Now I’m going to tell you something very important and then I have to ask you an equally important question. You didn’t come to this on your own.” “What do you mean?” “Well, we may have released something inside you, or we may have changed something in your mind I’m not really sure, but the point is we made you into a cock hungry bottom. The videos you’ve been watching every week have actually been hypnosis sessions. Something you might have picked up on had you read the consent form a little more closely. But, that is why you’ve been so horny, why you were suddenly interested in anal, why you bought those toys. Its why you came here begging to be fucked. So, the question is, knowing that… do you care? Does that change how you feel about what’s just happened or who you are?” Jonny thought for a moment. He looked the still naked Dr. Marks up and down. He took in the the cock that had just bred him, still slick with cum and ass juice. He felt the slickness in his crack, the cum in his jock. “No. I don’t care how it happened. This is the most important moment of my life. I’ve found my true purpose.” “So even knowing what I’ve just told you, you still think you’re a bottom.” “A cock hungry bottom.” “Good boy.” “I love it when you say that.” “I know. Now, you have two choices. You can sit down and I’ll start the hypno video for your next session…” “More hyno… what else…” “You may have taken your first load my boy, but there is much more depravity to be found within you. So you can sit down and start your next session or…” “Or…” “I can have Max and Toby each come in here and pump a load in you before you go under.” Jonny wanted Max there was no question about that, but Toby. He was a twink, the kind of guy he would have been fucking a month ago. Then he realized that didn’t matter. If Toby had a hard dick Jonny wanted it inside him. “Dicks first, then hypno,” Jonny said grinning. “I thought you might say that. Bend back over then, and I’ll let them in.” --- “Welcome to Week One of Bottom Boy Training. You’ve done so well. We are so proud of you. You’ve come so far. You’ve given in. You finally understand the truth, and now you know there is no going back. You are a bottom, a cock hungry bottom, a pig, a cock whore, a cum dump. Your hole is full of cum right now and that is how it should be. That’s how you need it to be. You need cock. You need to be bred to get off. Your own cock isn’t of any use, isn’t of any interest. Ignore it. “Play with your hole. Stretch yourself out. Make yourself gape. Your hole is made for use. You want to be ready for any man or any size. Relax, let yourself fall deeper. Deeper into your own depravity. Deeper into your own lust. Deeper into your own destruction.”
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AUTHOR's NOTE: This will be a sequel of We have to talk. Some characters are inherited from there, others aren't, this first post is just the setup with the virus's point of view. I am trying to build the story so that knowing "we have to talk" deeply is not necessary. ------ Chapter 0, HIV: Run, Ian, run! It's difficult to be a virus living into a blind guy's blood stream; communication is complicated due to many interferences with his talking devices, I always had to be careful about where he went and what he did, responsible of helping him get away from people wanting to take advantage of his condition. Yes, Ian was a strong and determined guy but in some cases naive, a caring human tending to consider others' needs more important than his own. So, agreeing with his gifter, I decided not to be transferred to other people when sweet Ian had sex with someone. No matter if he trusted them, if I didn't like the guy he was in bed with, no conversion could occur! I'm a conscious virus, mine is always the last word and this applies to everyone with no exception. That day was not different for humans: after giving him usual morning load, gifter PozCop headed out leaving Ian chilling out on their bed, still naked and plugged; but I unexplicably felt scared as if apocalypse was coming closer and closer! I noticed Ian stretching his muscles and listen to the time on his talking watch so I tried to share my sensations with him. In vain! He just got up from the mattress without caring about my signals, stepped into the shower and spoke to his voice assistant to turn on some morning music. "Leave the office alone", I attempted to warn him; "don't go to the bus stop, work from home today! Please, listen to me!" "Impertinent virus", was his reply; "you are turning me into a lazy guy!" I didn't feel like to argue with him though, he could ask for help to Alex or Sharon, gifter's sister and her girlfriend. But I forgot it: "hopefully it's just a stupid sensation", I thought and resigned to his idea to catch the bus; nothing else I could do, being inside his blood stream. It took some minutes to walk there, with his white cane and my help the road was less dangerous for him. So, reached the bus stop, he sat on the bench waiting for the vehicle to arrive. "Phew", he said; "we're here in advance! I ran for nothing!" Three teen guys were walking around, probably waiting for their school bus and I heard them making fun of Ian: "This man talks by himself", the taller one was laughing aloud. "Blind and mad, that's a horrible combination!" "If I take his phone off his hands he'll not notice", the medium-sized whispered at his shortest mate's hear hoping no one could hear him. Of course not Ian, but I did! "You play with fire", the shortest one replied; "all this mess for a couple joints? Leave him alone!" "He's one of those who take it up his ass", the tall laughed, "I could see if I can enjoy myself with that cane of his! We can have more fun than robbing a smartphone, believe me! I know the fucker!" I was right, doom's day had arrived. If only Ian listened to me, if he only decided to work from home! Unfortunately I knew the tall teen, very well. More than anyone could even guess, but I couldn't talk. I promised my very first carrier I wouldn't ever say a word till a specified date, and it took one more week to be there! What if PozCop could discover I had betrayed him! I was assisting to a terrifying scene though, a known human was bullying my beloved one. I had to do my best to save both! "Run, Ian, run", I ordered him; "I'll stop you if there's something wrong. Leave the cane alone, run... Run and trust me!" "Oh, what a show", the tall guy laughed again seeing the blind one running straight forwards without any aid. "Let's film it..." He pointed his phone's camera straight to Ian moving, and I kept my concentration on him. Could I reveal myself, how should I behave... Distracted by my own conflicts I lost precious seconds: "Run to the right side", I transferred an excruciating pain to Ian's right armpit but it was too late. Long, endless minutes passed with Ian lying on the street, blood coming from his mouth and with the three teens still filming, careless of what happened in front of them. "911! Unit needed at the bus stop!", I heard a metallic human voice coming from somewhere. "Man hit by a bus! Looks serious!" "Adrian Miller here", another voice replied; "I'm coming to the scene!" "Received, PozCop! Ambulance needed! Quick!"
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Chapter 1: The Trick Dean loved to dance, and he was dancing up a storm at a well-known gay club in Montreal. All around him, the huge floor was full of sweaty, muscular bodies, with most of the guys wearing nothing more than tight, tiny shorts – or less. The sight and smell of all those built, sexy men dancing at high energy levels was intoxicating. Dean liked that he didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself in any big way. It suited him to look a little more ordinary than some of the massive muscle studs, to simply blend into the crowd. He actually enjoyed being just one among many. He wasn’t built enough to get swarmed, but neither was he so underdeveloped as to draw comment. His shorts weren’t the shortest in the room, and the bulge in them wasn’t the biggest, although it would certainly grow with the right guy. His blond hair was natural, not fake, and the blue eyes were real, not tinted contact lenses. He knew exactly what he wanted tonight. Dean loved being versatile, switching roles from top to bottom, and trading off with partners – but there were some nights when he just wanted to get fucked, and other nights when all he wanted was to pound a hot hole. Tonight was one of those pound-the-hole nights. He’d already been approached over the last hour or so by several men, including two different big guys who had “total top” written all over their faces – not to mention that they gave themselves away by instantly groping his ass as soon as they got within reaching distance. Each of them was a good-looking stud in his own right, and each of them had an awesomely muscled butt. In another mood, Dean could easily have gone for either of them and either taken their dicks all night long or tried to switch tops and bottoms with them. He certainly had a knack for persuading guys who thought they were total tops to try the bottom role and see how they liked it. But tonight he was definitely top-only himself and needed to find a hot ass to bust wide open. Eventually, his attention was drawn to a guy about his own age who was, for the moment, dancing alone. Dean couldn’t help noticing that he had worked his glutes extra hard to make his butt thrust out further than normal, and that he was rolling those glutes noticeably as he danced. Dean drew a likely conclusion from that. The guy looked handsome, with a head of black, curly hair, close-cropped, and black eyes in a handsome face. His olive-toned skin was covered with a glistening sheen of sweat. Dean managed to work his way around until he was in front of the sexy guy, then waited for a chance to make eye contact. When he did catch the man’s eye, he threw in his best asset, a killer sexy smile, and stepped closer. The cute guy smiled in return and moved towards Dean. Bingo. Before long, they were dancing right up close to each other. It was then that Dean made the first move, clamping his hands onto this sexy guy’s lush round buns to pull him closer. In another five minutes they were rubbing bulges, and the bulges were growing as Dean kneaded that firm round peach. That’s when the curly-headed guy suggested they go to his place. They collected their clothes and coats from the checkroom and headed out to the street. “Just a couple of blocks and a bit this way,” the dark-haired beauty said, leading Dean down the snowy sidewalks of Ste-Catherine Street past several couples, both gay and straight, kissing up a storm in the doorways of closed stores. He punched in a security code and led the way up the stairs in a building, just off Ste-Catherine on a side street. Three floors up, he unlocked an apartment, and they walked in. As soon as he closed and locked the door, Dean pounced, pulling the man into his arms and going straight into high-intensity kissing mode. His target broke the kiss. “Hi. I’m Joey.” “Dean. Nice to meet you.” They smirked at each other as they ceremoniously shook hands, then Dean dragged Joey right back into his embrace and grasping his tempting butt again. In no time, coats and shirts were flying every which way, soon followed by jeans dropping down. Dean leaned gently on Joey’s shoulders, palms down. Joey took the hint, and dropped gracefully to his knees, skinning down Dean’s tight shorts and breathing a quiet “Wow” at the growing wet pool in the foreskin. His tongue came out automatically to taste that precum, then his hand slid the skin back to reveal the head. Dean let out a sound that was half moan, half sigh, as Joey wrapped his mouth around the head and then slowly swallowed the tool all the way to the bottom. Dean gripped his head firmly, holding him in place as he slowly face-fucked the beautiful man looking up at him. Joey worked his mouth on Dean’s rigid cock, massaging him and sucking on him as Dean pumped his throat. Meanwhile, his spare hand was busy working his own shorts off. Sliding them over that firm round ass was a bit of a challenge without two hands, but Joey had gotten plenty of practice through the past few years. Joey let go of Dean’s cock and stood up, letting his black shorts fall to the floor as he did so. His own cock was a thing of beauty too, standing right up to his abs out of a nest of raven-dark hair, and dripping just as Dean’s had been a few minutes earlier. Dean bent down and sucked up the juice, then deep-throated Joey for a few minutes. Finally, though, it was time to see what he was really after. Dean’s finger had been sliding over Joey’s taint and probing his crack and hole while he sucked, but what Dean really wanted to do was to bury his face in between those lush mounds and go right to town on eating Joey’s ass. Dean pulled off Joey’s dick, straightened up, spun Joey around and marched him into the bedroom where he shoved Joey onto the bed, face down, ass up. Joey immediately bent his hips to thrust his ass further into the air, knowing and wanting what was coming next. Dean hopped onto the bed between Joey’s spread thighs and leaned down, pushed his buns apart, and dug deep down into the crack with a tongue. That ass crack emitted the most enticing man-sweat after hours of high-energy dancing. Dean lapped and slurped up and down, teasing Joey’s hole and then biting on the cheeks on either side. Joey kept rolling his ass from side to side like a small boat in a rough sea as Dean feasted on his crack. It was time to up the stakes. Dean slowly began thrusting a finger deep inside Joey’s hole as he kept eating ass. That finger took on a life of its own, twisting around and stroking the smooth insides of Joey’s colon, and finally seeking out and rubbing against the gland. Joey cried aloud at that, his hips jumping and his shoulders tensing up. “Oh, fuck!” Joey kept on moaning and squealing as Dean’s magic finger worked inside him. Then the finger drew out, but only to give a little more space as Dean began thrusting his tongue into Joey’s tight ass, stabbing it inside him until the hole loosened and bloomed, opening up, wanting it, begging for it. Joey’s voice was begging too. “Dean, don’t tease me, dammit. I need that meat inside me now. Get up there and push it into me, fuck my brains out!” Happy to oblige, Dean pulled his face and hand out of Joey’s crack, then scooted up until his chest was pressed down against Joey’s back. Reaching underneath, he moved his own cock into the right position, pressing down against Joey’s ass until it found the spot. Then, as he began to push, Joey’s hole opened right up, until Dean’s seven-inch cock slid slowly but surely all the way up inside Joey’s tight butthole, until Dean’s hips were pressed firmly against those big round cheeks on either side, until Joey was firmly and completely impaled and pinned down on the bed. Joey moaned aloud as Dean slowly rolled his own hips from side to side, shifting his cock around inside Joey’s tunnel, rubbing against the sides and bumping the tip against the prostate, giving Joey an extra dose of squealing thrill each time he nailed the target. When Joey’s hole began flexing, chewing on Dean’s cock, Dean began to move, rising and falling as he thrust his tool deep into Joey’s ass on each stroke. Joey was gasping at every thrust. Dean gradually increased his speed until he had passed beyond the limits of conscious thought and was hammering breathlessly and thoughtlessly at Joey’s hole, smacking out a rapid tattoo of slaps against those beautiful cheeks. Joey began moaning louder and louder, sensing that he was going to cum soon, that it was going to be big, and that he was going to shoot hands-free as Dean fucked the cum out of him. “Oh, God, Dean, you’re gonna make me cum. Don’t stop, slam fuck me, make me shoot!” Dean came back to full consciousness to realize that he was pounding Joey at near-supersonic speed, and quickly reaching the point of no return himself. “Fuck, yeah – get ready to take my load ‘cause I’m going to blast my cum right up inside you. Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!!” With that, Dean gave one last vicious slam deep inside Joey and held his cock there as it convulsed repeatedly. With the fifth shot, Dean began rabbit-punching that ass, driving each individual thrust and shot of sperm as deep as he could go. He dimly sensed that Joey’s ass ring was going through some epic convulsions of its own, and distantly heard Joey wailing, “Fuck, fuck!” as the cum spewed out of his cock onto the bedsheets underneath him. At last, that massive climax tailed off into silence, a silence only broken by the two men gasping helplessly for breath. Dean slowly let his cock slide out of Joey’s hole, and then looked down proudly at what he had done, as a long stream of cum flowed out of Joey’s ass, down his taint and over his balls. Dean buried his face in that crack again, carefully licked and sucked up all the cum he could get, and then told Joey, “Roll over.” Joey obediently rolled onto his back and lay there, chest heaving, as Dean dribbled and drizzled all that cum all over his abs and pecs. He then bent down and licked it all up again into his mouth, used his fingers to pry Joey’s mouth open, and spat his entire load into Joey’s mouth, snapping “Swallow!” as he did so. Joey obediently followed orders, and then grinned, a grin that made him look ten years old all of a sudden, as he said, “Yum!” That made them both laugh, as Dean let his elbows unlock and fell on the bed alongside Joey. They rolled to face each other and embraced. “Damn,” Joey said, “you don’t look like anything out of the ordinary but that was a fuck for the record books!” Dean laughed. “Oh, I’m quite ordinary. I like to give as much as take, so when it comes to being the top, I just give my bottom what I’d like to get myself if I were in his place.” They laughed again, snuggled closer, and dozed off for an hour or so. Dean awoke first. It was still only eleven p.m., and his cock was hard again – and it wasn’t a piss hard-on. Joey had turned him on so much that he was raring to go for another round and plant another load of his seed inside Joey’s on-so-tempting ass. He got around behind Joey, pushed him down flat on the bed, and buried his face in that incredible peach again. As he did, he heard Joey’s voice from in front of him: “Well, it’s about time. I thought you were done for the night, and you were just going to lie there and snore until sunrise.” “I don’t snore.” Joey laughed and made loud snoring sounds. “I do not snore!!!” Dean’s hand landed with a loud smack on Joey’s ass, then again, and again. Joey made his snoring sounds again, even louder and more exaggerated, and Dean quickly got the message. He began smacking Joey’s plump ass cheeks, harder and harder, switching from left to right and back again. Then he pulled Joey right up onto his lap. Joey squirmed and giggled, trying to get away, but Dean was having none of that, and he kept up his spanking until Joey’s ass was starting to turn quite a rosy shade of sunset. At last Joey tried again to wiggle away. Dean held onto him, but Joey loudly said, “Safe word!” Dean stopped. “Say what?” “I’m saying that if we were going to go full speed ahead into that scene, we really should have set a safe word first.” Dean laughed. “No, we don’t need to. I’m not really into that bondage thing, I was just doing what I thought you would enjoy. Anyway, that peach looks nice and ripe now. Ready to be picked, if you know what I mean.” “You like ripe peaches?” “I definitely like this one!” Joey laughed too. “Stop talking and get on your back. I want to ride you this time.” Dean rolled flat onto his back, his cock jutting aggressively up into the air. Joey straddled him, grasped the cock, and lowered himself onto it, taking it all into himself in one smooth slide which left him sitting astride Dean’s hips, facing his feet. Without stopping, Joey immediately began to ride up and down, using his ass to pull on Dean’s tool at each upstroke, and then letting his hole relax so the hard meat stick could slide back in as he sat down. He had Dean groaning soon enough from the sensations Joey’s talented peach was giving him. In another minute or so, he sensed that Dean was going to come soon. But Joey wanted this to last, so he pulled off, turned around, and swallowed Dean’s cock down deep, licking and sucking it, but gently, so as not to drive Dean over the edge too quickly. But Joey wanted to cum too, and finally climbed back up and sat down, this time facing Dean. He planted his hands on Dean’s chest as he rode, tweaking Dean’s nipples as he slid up and down. Dean copied his move, reaching up with both arms at full length to play with Joey’s nipples as Joey’s self-fucking shifted into high gear. Then, suddenly, the moment was there. Joey groaned aloud, speeded up even more, and then went rigid as his cock pumped out another load all over Dean’s body. Joey could usually cum hands-free when he wanted to but getting there twice in a night was another story. Just as he thought that, Dean began slamming hard up inside him and, after about ten strokes, fired off half a dozen spurts of a second large load of cum up into Joey’s ass. Joey collapsed across Dean’s chest, Dean’s cock slowly softened and slid out of his hole. Dean’s cum trickled slowly out, with no one to interfere with its natural path down onto Joey’s taint and balls. And time stood still. After a few minutes, Joey rolled off, and Dean sat up. “Joey, I need a shower.” “Just out the door to the left.” Joey slipped on a jockstrap as Dean showered up, and then met Dean at the door once he was dressed. They slipped their arms around each other and kissed some more. Opening the door to let himself out, Dean turned back to kiss Joey goodnight. They locked lips and swapped tongues one last time – and then Dean said, “Sorry, I really have to go.” “Can I see you again?” “I can’t say. It was great fun tonight, for sure, but….” Dean let his voice trail off. Joey got the message. “Okay. Good night.” Dean sauntered off down the stairs. As always, he checked carefully to be sure there were no hidden cameras around. Next, he looked back up to check that Joey wasn’t following or watching him, and down to be sure that no one else was watching. All clear. Dean casually stepped back against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment. And vanished.
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*Authors' note 1: first story attempt failed, but a failure is often an opportunity to do better. We have not planned how many chapters it has, but we'll keep on writing till we enjoy it. And of course if it will not offend or harm anyone. *Authors note 2: PozWorld is reversed. "Ordinary" condition is poz, while neg status is not socially accepted at all. ----- Part 1: machines don't keep secrets! -Hunter: "Hey my little Chaser! Don't make me waste another poz load!" An artificial voice was reading a weird message aloud waking me suddenly up, alone in my bed. Where on Earth was my boyfriend? Damn, I absolutely had to get rid of this inexplicable jealousy. His phone was not on the charger so it was clear he carried it with him, that voice could only be a bad dream! Ian could just have gone to catch an earlier bus without disturbing me during sleep, that spoken message was surely coming from my fantasy. Hearing a machine speak may seem strange but when you regularly meet a blind person and become close enough, you don't even notice it any longer. On the other side though I was always concerned for his privacy so I didn't chat about sex with him, in case personal messages could be loudly spoken at inappropriate times. He has known I'm undetectable since we started to date but from that moment, HIV has no longer been a conversation subject. Barebacking was safe for us, no reason to worry about it. We had another trouble instead, our sex life had become monotonous. If I only had guts to face this situation! "We have to talk", and then? Let's open our couple, or let's go separate ways? I was scared at the idea of him thinking I looked for other sex encounters because I rejected his blindness. Nothing of this, I am just a man with his needs! He also expressed a desire to live together sooner or later, but I knew it couldn't last long in this way. We have to talk, this formula had to be spoken aloud, hopefully as soon as possible because cheating almost became an urge for me. I prepared myself a coffee to drink my concerns away, when I heard another beep and the artificial voice spoke again: "You're missing a great opportunity man, don't waste this gift and talk to him asap!" I smiled at myself and at a waist bag hanging from a chair in the kitchen, a silly machine hidden in there was revealing my boy's secret side. "It may be a friend's bag", I told myself and took the courage to call him. Phew! The phone rang and that mysterious bag stayed silent! "It's truly not his stuff or my business", I thought waiting for an answer with the phone on my ear. "Hey, Hunter", Ian's voice finally spoke. "I was thinking of you, and here you are!" "I called because I found your waist bag", I told him. "You left it here in the kitchen! One day you may forget your head too." "Oh, thanks honey, I thought I lost it in the bus! At least it's in a safe place." "Safe hands and ears", I had a malicious grin on my face. "Don't use public transport tonight, after you finish your work day I'll come and pick you up. We have... We have to talk!" He sent me a kiss and hung up, while the annoying robot continued to speak so I grabbed Ian's bag, exploring it inside: a phone was there, together with his wallet and some wipes. Thankfully no pass code had been set on the phone so it opened only by pressing a button, I was too curious to verify how many kinks my boyfriend really had! I turned talking assistant off and it took a couple gestures for me to retrieve his conversation with a certain PozCop, which I read entirely; it was obvious they had been sexting for a long time and I decided to play along. Let's figure out where it goes, a chat won't harm anyone! -- BlindChaser: Hi, I finally talked to him. PozCop: What? Are you serious? BlindChaser: Yeah, in the beginning it was embarrassing but that conversion set us free. BlindChaser: *CONVERSATION, I wanted to say conversation, sorry. Fucking autocomplete! PozCop: LOL! Yeah, I got it. PozCop: You see, I was right! I know him like the back of my pocket, you have nothing to be scared about him. So, did he react as I expect? -- What the fuck! Ian and the stranger were planning something behind my back and that nickname seemed familiar to me! How could the world be so small! "I am getting hard only to imagine myself pozzing my bf", I typed; but before sending, I remembered my role play and answered trying to talk in Ian's shoes. -- BlindChaser: His first reaction was horrified and we had an argue but his body told another story. He was clearly turned on, even if he would never admit it! PozCop: Why does this guy always play a fucking good man role! Trust me, deep inside he's a pig like you. BlindChaser: I agree. He made me suck him, keeping my head in place till he came deep into my throat. PozCop: Oh, poor chaser! Another blank load! I think you need a fully charged one. BlindChaser: Fuck yeah! I can't wait! PozCop: I take this as a written consent. So, let's go for it! See you tomorrow in that place you know. -- Fuck, this was no fantasy: in a few hours my guy was going to get pozzed! I had to find out more details and make him change his mind, whatever it took. With Ian's phone in my hand I accessed PozCop's contact determined to block him forever, when I felt an intense pain coming from my fingers and someone talking but this time it was not a machine! "You wanted me into your body, man!" the voice said. "Let your guy take the same journey, both your lives belong to me!" This voice seemed real but no one was around, for sure. Maybe I started to be paranoid, or it was because I willingly became positive but till now I never considered gifting as an option; I couldn't close my eyes to my boy's desires though, if he seriously wanted HIV I had to be certain I was his gifter. I remained with my thumb moving up and down on the touch screen, conflicted, till I took my final decision: I cleared only my latest messages from the whole chat, turned screen reader back on and placed the phone where I found it, ready to give it back to its owner; let's discover who that PozCop really was! I spent the whole day with my mind suggesting me to give him the bag and return to everyday life, but the mysterious voice soon overcame my rational thinking: "You were born to be a gifter, accept your destiny otherwise you'll lose all my benefits forever!" Oh damn! Who spoke to me and which benefits was they talking about? Last time I went for usual HIV check up, my doctor told me I was part of an experiment by taking meds he prescribed me, but I almost forgot it: treatment suppressed my viral load, I had no side effects, it meant all was correctly working. Or this mysterious voice I hear is caused by meds? Such an opportunity to give up with them, I thought at myself. After his work day was over, Ian was waiting for me outside his office as expected and as I greeted him he kissed me: "thanks my love, you saved me!" He explored my whole body with his hands, and panicked: "my bag, Hunter! Where the fuck is it?" "One is here and it's full", I told him guiding his hand on my semi-hard member. "The other is in my car!" "I'm glad to you, thanks for keeping it safe." "True, but your machines talk much more than a person does. And if you forget them turned on, they're not able to keep secrets."
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An Intimate Moment by Hozzel They spy each other across the noisy, crowded room. She turns away briefly then shyly looks back. So different! Tall, broad shoulders and narrow hips, hands with thick fingers; oddly dressed, skin far darker than any she has ever seen before. And wait, there appear to be no breasts, or possibly they are so small as to not protrude. Alone in the corner of the crowded pub, clearly out of place, a stranger in a strange world, nervously fingering a blue and yellow striped drink. This person must be alien. Yes, that's it, from the visiting starship. Perfect! There. There's an awkward smile and a shy look away. She dimples and tips her head, exposing long her pale neck. Her hand touches her throat. She leaves the bar and weaves through the gaily and scantily dressed crowd. In moments she stands before, ah, him. Him! Yes, that's it. This offworlder must be male. Pronouns change. Taller than herself, she scents an aura of something ancient and unknown. His network signature is completely silent and he smells odd, but not unpleasant. Her imagination fires: she has encountered his kind before but no one not quite like him either. Mysterious lust stirs within her. His kind is her secret perverted heart's desire. Murmurs nearby dissipate. From a quick gaeanet query she knows they find him distasteful, and several ask why she even has an interest. Has she no shame? Indeed, a few admonish her for her sinful thoughts and feelings. Perverted scum! She ignores their requests and judgements. He is here! But why? Why this place in particular? She had heard crew were not permitted on her world – perfectly acceptable as far as the loose administration is concerned. The crew might find her beautiful, unique type of human as offensive as most of her kind found them. How did he get here? He is not offensive to her whatsoever. He is beautiful, and beauty is alluring. Indeed, the attraction within her is strong. His shy smile distracts her. Her leg deliberately moves toward him and her ankle-length jacket opens to reveal black stretched microskirt and slick knee-length striped boots. She hopes her exposed pale legs between boottop and hem excite him. She places a hand on her arched hip, elbow bent, and further widens her jacket. She sees him nervously glance at her loose blousette, its deep V-front is open wide down to her navel. He spies her half exposed breasts. Yes! His eyes widen, his smile twitches then the faint lines around his eyes crinkle in slight mirth. Beneath his own short jacket, he wears a chameleon shirt that is now hued dark blood red, shot with changing streaks of other colours. Curiosity? Sex? His intelligent blue eyes travel down again then back up. His grin widens, accepting, warm, inviting, clearly pleased. Her own dark eyes stare into his and, in that magical moment, she feels his soul. It invites, calls to her own, delicious, enticing, welcoming but also somewhat troubled and turbulent. But his round face is kind. She realizes he is quite young. She blinks, briefly touches his unusually flat chest, purses her thin lips. He says something but she cannot hear due to the thundering music and constant voices. Scantly brushing his inner thigh, her arm hooks his. She leads him quietly through the noise toward the exit. Feminine bodies, lurid and bright colours, intricate patterns assault them. Undulating dancers part briefly. Painted faces slip, look, stare. Some glare but here, there, she sees interest, curiosity, once abject lust. She is pinged many times but chooses to ignore the invitations. They escape the throng. The night street blazes with rushing vehicles trumpeting between tall buildings. Huge colourful holos and signs advertise and allure. Moving images, 3D virtuals, explosive advertising puffscents abound. The warm wind whips their coats, sends ripples along the wet walkway. She mentally casts through gaeanet to her family, informing them of her interest and intent, then organizes a location. She leans and says to him. "I've arranged a room close by." "Great." He a deep voice with a strange accent. "Where are we going? Will it be fun?" She pats his hand. "Very fun. Let's go." She places one foot carefully before the other as they quick step. His thoughts are hidden but she imagines him thinking: Where have you been all my life? My god, I'm so hard! Should I be doing this? And she herself thinks: He's just perfect. I cannot help myself. I have yearned for this my entire life. My body is stimulated, profoundly ready. But I must be cautious. I cannot scare him away. Her coat flaps, billows her top open, exposes her bare breasts to his glimpse. He sees her nipples hard with anticipation and looks away. It is okay, what is the problem? Oh, a nudity [banned word]? Smiling, not understanding his obvious embarrassment, she hesitates before shrugging the coat closed. The nearby hotel's transparent lift silently rises. She presses against him, squeezes her thighs around one of his thick legs, snuggles her head. Her breath catches his ear, her tongue flicks, she hums. He squirms and breathes. Her hand reaches down but too soon the lift stops. Down the hallway, her fingers tap the lock and the wall dissolves into a dark archway. Even before it fades back to wall, she pins him to the wall inside the room with her hands on his shoulders; her body slides and grinds on his. She laughs, teeth glowing as the lightstrip around the edge of the ceiling automatically flickers on. Their breaths are already heavy, urgent. He grunts as she presses him against the wall. Her lips brush his. She pushes a knee between his legs, urgent pressure on his crotch. Yes, she feels it, different, bulgy, strange, horribly unusual yet strongly alluring. The reason for all this, in fact. She grins widely as she feels his extreme engorgement roll against her stomach. Heat flushes through her tall, thin body. They kiss. Lips explore lips, tongues lovingly caress each other, breaths inhale and gasp. She feels his strong hands roam her back. She parts her coat and allows him to gently widen her top. He smiles and his fingers slide on her bare skin. She shrugs; her coat and blousette slip down, off. Her breasts are fully exposed, puffed, obviously in need. She squirms. Her body trembles in delightful sparklettes just from the kissing alone and the feel of his inquisitive hands. "Stay," she whispers. She lightly kisses his throat. Her fingers trace a line down his chest and his shirt automatically parts. His belt unsnaps at her touch. Bending her knees, her tongue touches the edge of her mouth as her hands fumble on his pants. Looking up to his eyes, grinning with naughty promise, she drops his trousers and playfully sniggers as his swollen member flops out then up. Her mouth opens. She hesitates. His unusual penis is thicker than the countless others of her kind which she has enjoyed, and skin covers the end. It stiffens further as she touches it with her left fingers. Thin fuzzy hair sprouts just above the base. How strange, she thinks. She regards it all thoughtfully, considers what she's about to do, the enormous step she's about to take. Deciding, she parts her blue painted lips. He quivers. His rod curves upwards. His hands slap the wall. "Wha –" Her own body shakes again as she uses her tongue to gently roll his foreskin back, exposing an enlarged purple crown. She nuzzles the round head, and holding the stem between straight fingers, gently blows on it. Against her cheek it feels oh so heavenly, engorged, hot. She kisses it, glides her lips around the smooth head, feels him jerk and jerk again. She giggles then takes the length of him slowly further into her mouth. She rubs the head on the roof, he squirms and gasps as she suddenly sucks hard. So wonderful! Her tongue lashes him and he groans more. Her head bobs as she alternates between sucking and licking. Her noises, his heavy breathing and the outside gusts shuddering the window are the only sounds. The crown is so different from the rest, and, removing him from her mouth, she sees veins along the fat stem. Her gaeanet query informs her this was once normal among the original settlers, before the Great Change. His hands find her short inkblack hair, fingers run lovingly through it. His breathing labours. Her round breasts heave with each of her strong breaths, and she can feel her excited body react to his alien smell, his strange taste, his thick fullness, his being, and what she is doing to him. Down below, right there, she is wet. His open shirt now glows a solid bright red. His skin is smooth and dark, festooned with soft hairs. He has no breasts and his areola and nipples are tiny. She touches one and he jumps. She fastens her mouth back on the rubbery pole, sucks and licks at the same time. "Oh!" he suddenly exclaims. "That's…" His fingers spread wide as his hands curl through her hair: short on one side and the back, straight and pointed long, down the right side of her face, an ancient asymmetrical style, evocative toward rude. Her tension builds; his body shakes, her head moves back and forth. "Um, not yet. Not yet! No!" But it is too late. "Aaag," he chokes. His body tenses, muscles clench. His cock pulses. She squeezes and sucks very hard as he jets multiple times. Gagging briefly, she jerks her head back. It tastes salty, not sweet. But never mind, good manners require taking his gift properly. "Oh my!" she suddenly cries, startled. Her own body and voice react forcefully. Never before has she ever had an orgasm by simply giving fellatio. She pulls back, grips his pulsating cock tightly in a vain attempt to curb his diminishing flow. But she cries out, "Ohf!" releases him, allowing drops to splatter her neck and chest. His cock jerks in her hand, jerks again, and again. She returns, delights in her accomplishment, squeezes him hard once more, denying his release while she rubs the fluid on her pale skin and over her breasts. She looks up at him, her lower lip beneath upper teeth like a naughty young one. Delighted, she releases her grasp and his final squirt lands on her cheek. With her right finger she pops it into her mouth. She barely suppresses a giggle. She licks him again then rises to her full height, her head even with his own. Her mouth seeks his again and they kiss hungrily. She pushes his shirt off his shoulders and rubs her stiff nipples against his bare chest. Her breathing is almost as heavy as his. Her blood feels as if it boils. She is ready, needy, urgent. She rolls her skirt to her waist, parts slender legs, raises on toes, presses his cock to the right place between. He gasps, his eyes widen. She is bare beneath her skirt, which she guesses he did not realize. Gently, she finds the right spot, briefly rubs herself on him, and then, grasping firmly, she inserts him, holding him teasingly just inside while she savours the carnal feeling. He thrusts suddenly and, with a sigh of satisfaction, she feels him slide in all the way. Clamping him with her inner muscles and thighs, she shoves him hard against the wall – he groans and closes his eyes – and she kisses him again, brushing her tongue across his. She grips his arms, pins herself against him. Her hips move and she fucks him with a strength and power belied by her thin shape. She feels his length slide in and out with each of her thrusts. He returns her movements, tries to push her, take control, but each time she thuds him back against the wall, refusing his dominance. They play this game for minutes. Her thoughts flash as the warmth rises from her hard bud while it waits for release. She kisses him again and continues kissing, minute after minute, slap after loud belly slap, muffled moan after moan, until, without warning, he twists and cries out once more. She feels his cock jump. She has timed herself perfectly: her head throws back and she cannot help but shout as her own second and far more powerful orgasm quakes. When a mere breathless minute has passed, when they are panting and glowing and she is smiling wide and he is stunned but still coupled inside her, she takes his head between her palms, kisses him again, and says softly into his ear, "I love you." She leans back, holds him with straight arms, stares at his strange face. His dark brown eyes look as human as her green. He is not alien: merely ancient. The desire to push into him grows within her; her bud strains for release. "Come," she breathes. "My turn." His look questions but they part and stumble. On her mental command a large bed morphs from the floor, made and ready, covered in soft dark velvet. Warm, inviting. She pushes: he bounces onto his back. She quickly removes the remainder of her clothes then crawls next to him. She kisses him. His eyes dart from her face to her breasts and then back to her face, seemingly not knowing where to focus. He reaches, cups a breast, lifts it, explores its shape and pointed tip. She smiles, amused at his nervousness and shudders at the snapping sensations. Sucking in her lower lip and pulling away, she eagerly pulls the rest of his clothes off. His body is so unusual! He is bulkier, muscles and veins show readily. Her fingers trace. There are no rounded, protruded breasts. Nis nipples and areolas are tiny and pink. His arms, chest, legs and groin sprout thin hairs, his hips are narrow, shoulders broad. His cock, now flaccid, is not retracted. Below, his testicles (she recalls the old term) are nestled between his thighs, little fleshy bulges, containers of holy genetic fluid, incompatible with hers. Of a vaginal slit, not a sign. His legs are thick and muscled as well. She bends, sucks a nipple. "Ouch." She looks at him. "Is this alright?" He nods, thankful that gesture is universal, thankful their language similar enough. She touches his limp penis and says, "Can you pump it up? Can we continue?" He chuckles. "Have to wait to recharge." "Really?" His accent is beautiful. She sends an excited message through the gaeanet to her cluster family and then through a secure, restricted node to a few special friends, those who, like her, defy convention and common wisdom and yearn to meet one such as she just has, a man from the stars. She gloats as one immediate reply gleans of jealousy. Several warn but are thrilled at the same time. Members of her cluster approve what they have witnessed and felt so far, surprised he has not been like the predicted monster. She regards his penis, amazed and disappointed he does not stay hard. She kisses down his stomach, pops his cock into her mouth, sucks until she is disappointed then she rolls onto her back, arms open, legs bent and apart. She instructs the gaeanet to record this encounter and pass it on to her cluster and those special, sinful friends. Thankful replies flutter. "Me, please," she says to her starman, "make me filthy hard." He looks at her quizzically, tips his head, then turns and touches her breast. Her dark nipple crinkles. He stretches, tentatively licks then sucks it. She shivers. "Oh, that's wonderful." "It is?" "Mmmm..." His hand settles on her leg then her hairless mound. His finger digs, locates her vagina and presses in, searches, finds a spot and rubs as he continues to suck her nipple. She coos and arches her back. He works his way down her smooth body until his mouth is where his dark hand explores. Slowly he uses his tongue. From the hesitant way he moves, she realizes he is clearly an inexperienced lover. How have his people even survived? When his tongue brushes it, she feels her bud pop through. "Hey," he mutters, startled. He bends, kisses it, sucks then jerks back, sits straight up. "That's –" Her bud expands, inflates, elongates, becomes thicker, longer, grows and grows. It is as long and thick as his had been but the entire surface is glans: purple, smooth, incredibly sensitive. Fully inflated, it is very hard indeed. Increasing moisture dots its entire surface, self-lubricating, ready for insertion. He stares sharply. Knuckles touch his lips, jaw flexes. "Um, wow. What's that!" She feels his shock. "You didn't know?" she says, surprised. "No one told you?" He shakes his head. "Come on," she says gently. "It's fine. Suck me. It'll be good, I promise." He blinks and says, "Are you a freak of some kind?" Anger flashes through her for a moment but messages of love and encouragement, visions of sex with clustermates and others sooth understanding. He doesn't know. How could he? "No, this is how all of us are here. This is normal. You're ... different. Please. Suck me." "I –" he leans back "– all right, I guess." His mouth surrounds her exposed cock. He hesitates then clamps down and draws a breath. Making a face, he pulls back, blinks. "Go ahead, you can touch it. It'll feel good. I promise." His fingers slide along the length; she shivers. "That's awfully nice." He looks at her, smiles. "You taste ... different. Sweet, sugary." "Yes." "Not like me." "No. Continue, please." He tries other things and, pleased, he returns his mouth to her cock, holds himself there, swirls his tongue on her, flicks the tip then sucks. "Oh, that is so nice. More." She closes her eyes, balls her fists, feels his passion and awkward interest. He continues to suck and lick, suck and lick. She becomes more firm as his confidence grows. "That's it. Yes! Yes!" Her feelings build quickly again and minutes later she cries out once more. His head snaps back as she spurts five shots onto his face. Immediately, caringly, she sits up and licks her fluid gift. "Now, I would like to top you," she says. "You want to fuck again? But I'm not hard." She laughs. "But I am!" She leans down, looks at his rear, probes with her hand. "Where's your slit? I can top you!" "I – " He hesitates, pulls back. "I – don't have one like you. I'm a male. What are you?" "You don't? Oh." She frowns but her feelings for him are strong. "I, uh, can still top you. In your ass. Perfectly normal. Can we, please?" His face works strangely as he imagines and considers. She touches his leg. She is perplexed but she thinks she understands. She queries and learns that, perhaps in his culture, analsex may be considered a sin instead of normal. How barbaric! she thinks. Sins are to be conquered and tamed, pleasure and kindness rewarded. "I don't know," he says. "Look, I've never done it that way. Not that I'm opposed to it or anything. There are guys on the ship who do – some women, too, I've heard – but, I didn't expect what you are... I didn't know. I thought you were all women here. Maybe that's why they told us not to come down. Told us you hated men. I assumed you reproduced artificially but now ..." "What am I, do you think?" She hugs her knees, feels her strong erection between her legs, watches his face intently. "I don't know!" He looks away, embarrassed at his ignorance. "Um, are you a woman or a man?" She laughs. "Oh, I see! The ancients, yes, two sexes, like animals. That's what it is! Well, I am both, we are both, and we call ourselves people, girls, women sometimes. Men is a generic term but I've never heard anyone called a male or a 'man'. We're both genders. We're just us as we are, how we were originally made. Anyway ..." She deeply dimples again, lowers her legs, reaches for him. He says, "Hermaphrodites." His finger swirls on her erect post. She laughs again and nods. "My goodness, you really don't know, do you?" She shakes her head, "A thousand years ago Alice Hollaway made us like this. Her vision shaped us into a society that has been at peace all that time. All of us are both sexes and we enjoy either top or bottom roles." She laughs. "Or any role!" Laughs again. "Sex is so important! Is it not so with you on the ship?" She playfully pokes him, pauses, then continues, "We are here to make others happy. That's one of the edicts, a law Alice gave us, and she designed our brains and our bodies to do that. Sex is central to everything we do. I understand it isn't so on other worlds." He places a hand on her leg, runs fingertips along. She feels the tingles, her cock flexes, wanton and eager. "No, it isn't. On every planet I've seen, there've been men and women, two sexes, even if they've been adapted or evolved or changed their bodies to some other form. They told us this planet was strange, that we would not be welcome. But I'd heard stories, about parties and things, orgies, free sex and I, well, I just had to find out." "How did you arrive? Wouldn't they have checked the shuttle?" "Teleport," he says. "I stowed away in a container." He looks at the top of his left hand, at a faint abstract outline. "I deactivated the com so they can't trace me. My dad would be furious." "Your ... dad?" "Um, male mother." "Oh, father." "Brother of the captain." Her mouth opens, closes. She did not realize her man from the stars was related to the captaincy. Starship royalty. He says, "People have to be genetically modified to live on many planets, probably most. The metallicy here, for example, is higher than Earth-norm. The carbon dioxide level is a tad high, too, but bearable. Solar luminosity slightly less, redder. I can't stay here for very long unless I have supplements and other things. And your 21 hour day would screw with my circadian cycle although I could eventually adapt to that." He snorts. "No wonder they didn't want us to come down. Do you always have sex this easily with strangers?" "Strangers?" she says. "Everyone here is connected. Except you. And, yes, why not?" "If you have sex this easily with strangers, they'd have a fit. On the ship, that is." "Easily?" she says. "Sex is what binds society together. We greet with sex, we play, we learn, we feel. We love each other." "So most of those people in the pub ..." "I expect so, probably. Why not? Why do I sense there is something wrong." She reaches, touches his leg. "How do you deal with fights? What happens when someone gets out of line?" "Oh, that. Well, we fuck them, make sure they know they're cared for and have nothing to fear. Gaeanet may intervene. Or a cluster gangs up on them, has them over for a party." She sighs. Information intrudes. "Ah. I believe our body chemistry is different to yours. Makes us more cooperative, peaceful while still very sexual." "Well, that's certainly different than on Earth." She sits up, excited. Her hands flutter. "Earth? Are you from Earth?" "No, no, I was born on the ship, but I can trace my ancestry back to there. A place called New Zealand, I think, and before that Africa. Our webship first left from Earth's system two thousand years ago and everyone on board is humanstandard. We do not modify much." "Wow, that's amazing. You don't even have net implants, do you?" He looks quizzically at her, shakes his head. "Whatever that is." She slides next to him, places her arm around him, looks into his eyes, sucks in her lower lip. "You poor ... man. That's why I can't read you," she says. "Everyone here has them. We have complete empathy for each other's feelings." "You do? You can read each other's minds?" She laughs. "Of course not. They only hear what I choose to send. Anyway," she continues, "I am basically a girl, I guess you would say. I've never had children and I don't know if I ever will. But I can make them, too, if I so choose. We all can." He blinks. She touches his arm. "I think it's alright. I'm currently sterile, I can't get pregnant. I doubt your DNA would mix with mine anyway and I've had all my meds." He lets out a breath. "Mednanos, I gather. That's good to hear. You know, I saw children at the zoo." She kisses his shoulder. "They were happy. And all the adults were mothers. In fact, everyone I've seen looks female. I wasn't sure what to think. I must've really stuck out." "I know, I heard about you." "You did?" "Yes." "So it wasn't a coincidence you were at that pub?" She dimpled. "Not really." "We were told this was a planet of women and men're locked up somewhere as slaves. That's why they didn't want me to go down. Said I'd be captured. Is that true?" She laughs. He just looked at her. "Oh. Really, that's just silly. Why would they want to stop you from knowing the truth? People don't get locked up. Oh, wait ..." Her body snuggles into his, she gently takes hold of his cock. He shrugs, reaches, touches her breast then erection, slides his fingers along its length. "Well," she says, "what you have captured is my heart." "Really?" "Oh yes." She kisses him then asks, "What about the zoo?" "Yes. I try to do that when planetside. Zoos are a good way to quickly learn a lot about a world. On the ship, when I'm not doing propulsion, one of my other duties is to look after the farm. Everyone does that at one time or another. Your zoo isn't very large. But, your creatures, your plants, they're as interesting and varied as any anywhere. I particularly liked the Loraz." She smiles. "Yes, they're very beautiful. They make nice pets, too, unless they're in season in which case they have to be dealt with." "Dealt with?" She nods. "A Loraz in heat requires constant sex. We take turns but I once topped a Loraz ten times in a row. And we don't keep that many native animals in the zoo. Most of the animals outside are dangerous." "Ah," he says, "that's why your three cities are surrounded by walls. And I thought it was to keep the men out!" They laugh and she shoves him. She tickles him – his legs bend – her head lays on his shoulder. She gently strokes his leg, his torso, touches his penis from time to time. Her own remains hard, ready. Her body is still pumped, primed, eager. Voices from the net whisper encouragement into her mind, and curiosity, desire to feel what she feels, taste what she tastes, hear what she hears, view what she sees. The perverse yearn for more. The normal advise caution but accept her love. She whispers, "Why can't you keep topping?" He pats her hand. "I have to recharge. Don't you have to do that after you, uh, come? It was amazing that I went twice in a row with you. If you keep up what you're doing, though, I might be, uh, ready soon." "It just seems strange that you have to wait." She strokes. "You can do it a lot?" "One day I came over a hundred times. It doesn't matter, though, it's the feelings that count and the pleasure and happiness we can give each other moment by moment." He looks stunned, clearly in awe. "A ... hundred ... times ..." And in that she had an inkling why the ancients may have had so many conflicts, why they did not resolve problems or greet each other with sex as her people believed they should. She looks down shyly. "I can give to you, you can give to me. That's what it is all about. Humans were evolved for this." "They why do we fight?" "Faulty evolution, maybe. The Lahm make mistakes, too, and they're even more sexual than humans. We just needed a bit of help from Alice to sort things out." They both lay in silence. The window rattles as wind batters. "What is your name?" he asks. "Sanalita-manom-harl-kwinlin-Roberts." "Roberts?" he laughs. "Everyone calls me Lita. What's yours?" "Per –" She kisses him again. "– Perin." "Hmmm...Perin. That's nice. Any other parts?" "Perin Freeman." "Do you all look like this? On the ship?" "Male?" "No, silly. Your skin? Dark? Brown?" "Yes, petty much. Shades vary. People on other ships, other worlds vary, too." "Yes, I am aware of that. Some have gone pretty extreme." "They have." They cuddle for minutes, explore each other's bodies with their hands, lips, tongues. She touches him there and then there and he trembles. "What's it like in space?" "It's, uh, well, I don't know. How to I say it?" She touches him there again, smiles at his reaction. "What's it like? Tell me, please." "Nothing special. It's home. I have a flat and do my jobs and we all keep everything running. Captain Freeman is my uncle, my, um, father's brother. Yes? The ships ... do you know about gypsyships? No? It started as an asteroid, hollowed, layered, spun for gravity. Instead of hyperdrive, big exotic matter hoops warp space, create superspace, and we use subspace energy sails to catch the static surges. The warp negates relativity and inertia. Our power comes from –" Suddenly she kisses him again. "I love it that you're from space. I once topped a woman from another starship." "You did?" She snickers. "I'm drawn to starpeople. Most of us don't want to know – couldn't you tell in the pub? – but I do. There's a group of us. We keep in touch. You're all so exotic, so utterly fascinating. I bet you've seen plenty of planets." He smiles and nods. "I have. Many." "Tell me about them!" "Oh, well, there's so many. We've done some exploring, researched worlds swallowed by black holes, found a beautiful ringed H-world, with breathable air but the monsters that live on it were just too much." He frowns. "Worlds with life are so rare. The ancients used to think the Galaxy was full of life. Aliens everywhere." Her excitement mounts as he talks of yonder worlds. "Why would they think that?" she laughs. "I don't know. Because they didn't know any better. That's all. They hadn't gone out yet. It was not until humans had hyperdrive and then later superspace that we went out and explored and discovered how precious and rare life is, how few worlds there are on which we can walk in the dirt with our bare feet." He giggles. "And stand naked." She quivers in excitement. This is what she sought. Her man from the stars. His stories, his strangeness. She feels his heart, his soul and knows she has fallen in love. But was it trulove? "How old are you?" she asks. Her foot rubs his. "Um, twenty four." "Really? I'd've thought you much older." He sucks his lips. "Yes, and no. I was born twenty-four shipyears ago but I guess that'd be a hundred your time. Even with superspace, it takes years to span the void between systems – they're so far apart – and time on ship passes much more slowly than realspace, only days for me but years for you. And ... it's our life. We all have our places, do what we're instructed. That's the way it is. We travel from system to system, trading, moving people, things, learning. It's what we do." Suddenly she rolls onto him, lays him back onto the bed. Giggling, she kisses him and their tongues search each other again. With her feet, she levers his legs apart. Beneath his 'balls' she presses her urgent cock, seeks his crease, his rear cleavage. "I really need to top you!" His eyes are wide, darting, questioning. "How do we do this? I've never –" "I'll show you." She scoots down and takes his cock into her eager mouth. Parting his legs wide, her right hand explores his buttocks while she sucks. She finds his anus, presses her longer finger on it. He gasps, "Oh my!" She smiles, lowers her face, opens him with her hands, tries to press her tongue into the sweet closed pucker. She just manages it. Her finger next, probes, works inside. Holding his knees up and wide, she moves her finger in and out, rubs the smooth spot just inside behind his penis. She can feel it swell. "I learned about this," she says, "this spot. We don't have it now –" He jerks suddenly. "What the fuck are you doing?" "– but I guess you do." His cock begins to renew and strengthen. She continues stroking, rubbing, stimulating. He tenses, shakes, gurgles, then cries out as something strong slashes through his body, an intense feeling like an orgasm, but not quite. She smiles, continues, and shortly another slashes through him. "I – I can't believe it. It's like I've cum, but I haven't and I can keep going." After several more she says, "How did that feel?" "Unbelievable," he replies, winded. "How did you do that?" "I found some old records." She sucks him briefly, then says, "I think you're ready now." Levering her body over his, she holds his legs up near his shoulders. Her hardness pokes at that special spot between his buttocks. He gasps as she enters. His mouth remains open, eyes wide. She slowly pushes herself into him, as deeply as possible, until she cannot press further. Hooking his legs over her shoulders, she holds herself up with straight arms, lowers her head and kisses shim. "How is that, my love?" "I ... it is ... very strange. I feel so full down there. I thought it'd hurt but it doesn't, I'm just filled. Not at all what I expected." She nuzzles his nose with hers. "That's how it should feel. Here, now, I'll just ..." She pulls her hips back, feels herself slide out then she presses back in, making sure she and he can savour every movement. His hands slip, hold her legs, feel her muscles work as her hips drive. "My starman, my love," she utters. Her head curls back, eyes closed and she begins fucking him. His hands reach around his legs, hold her driving hips. They fuck this way for glorious minutes, he utterly surprised at how great it feels. "Why?" he asks, staring in wonder at her happy face. "Why has this happened to us?" She does not stop her movements. "Because I wanted it to. Because you're from the stars. Because in my family ... oh!" He stops moving. "Your family? You're not single?" She hesitates then resumes. "Wait ... I'm almost there. Shhh..." She fucks harder, faster, feels the sensations and emotion wave through her, build and build until, with a small cry, finally, everything bursts forth. She fills him with many pulses, much longer than he has ever experienced himself, and then she collapses on top of him. But soon she sits back up, smiling, laughing. She withdraws from him. Her rich fluids leak. She sees he is now hard again. Pressing his legs down and straight, she straddles his hips and takes his glorious mancock within her once more. "You have a family? You're married?" he asks. Her throbbing cock bounces as she moves him back and forth, sliding his delicate hardness within her. "Of course. Our cluster is small, only twenty two of us. Oh, oh, I'm ... almost there again. It won't take ..." She pants with each hip thrust. Her swollen breasts heave between her arms, enlarged with her lust. Her body moves, his hips thrust up in tune with hers. Their movements are automatically synchronised. She sees his breathing quicken, feels his heart beat, his soul flash green then yellow then red with passion and lust and intense fire. She watches his face twist and shine as he climbs and climbs. She fucks him faster and harder until he finally crests. In her mind, through her net, members of her cluster family and members of her secret group feel her orgasms, her pleasure and lust. They resonate with her, join together, accept, and a few even come themselves. They understand her feelings for him, his warmth and humanity, the love she shares, her deep carnal desires as well as her intellectual ones. As he jams up into her, he shoots and gasps, wide eyed and open mouthed. At the same time, she clamps down on him and her own cock powers once again, spouts arcing, wetting his chest and their loins. Afterwards, they cuddle and he sleeps quickly. Her mind fathoms the family's net and she realizes that on the ship he does not receive this perfectly normal, human pleasure. Sex for his people must be something of which to be ashamed, instead of celebrated and revered, shared and worshiped. After much time her penis retracts, her legs and arms entwine with his. They breathe deeply together. Hours later, she wakens. Sunlight lances through the window, onto the bed. On their sides, they have become spooned, her ass touches his penis. She glories in the feel of his morning erection. She lifts her leg, finds him and pushes him back inside where he belongs. She snuggles into his body and pulls a strong arm around her. His wide hand encloses her breast. He massages it. "I love you," she says and moves her hips. He slides within her. He pushes back, but rolls them over so she is on her stomach, legs closed between his. She cannot hide her smile, her pleasure, her achievement. She knows little about him and yet, she knows they should share their life. Her body responds to his movements. His cock slides in and out, faster and harder. She feels his body, his muscles, his weight. She is bounced as he slammed into her. She greets the morning with a shout as he comes into her once more. Rolling over, clutching each other, she presses her own sudden erection between his legs, moves her hips, rubs. "I feel so complete with you! I've notified all my sisters and they're eager to meet you. They want you, too." He stares wide eyed. "They do?" "Yes. An ... an, orgy I think you call it. We shall greet you with sex, join you into our cluster, a fun orgy of love and panting. We are ready to accept you with open hearts, arms and legs." She laughs and tries to fuck her hardness into him. When she has managed to insert into his anus a small sound tinkles. Tiny, almost imperceptible. With a shocked expression, he leaps off the bed. "They found me! How? Did you tell anyone who I am?" "Just my family and those of us who enjoy sex with starpeople." "Oh, fuck. You know what's happened? Someone blabbed. They found me. See this?" He holds out his arm. The tattoo glows red. "They fuckin' tracked me down. I don't want to go! I love you, Lita!" She reaches. "Perin!" Another bleep. He steps, stumbles. A rainbow archway appears behind him and three dark objects with snaking metallic tentacles grasp his body and pull him through the rainbow. All in a second. The rainbow winks and he is gone. Smiling, feeling incredibly turned on, she grasps her aching solid cock and pumps vigorously. The encounter went well and she loved him as she should. Her friends in the underground cluster are elated. They tune into her, feel her rising crescendo, come with her when it breaks loud. They gasp relief with her coming. They live her feelings, understand her loss and theirs, and ready themselves for another day. "Come home," they ask and yearn. "Come home, Lita. We're here for you." XXX This short story was written April 2007 and originally released on asstr in a different form. I love to hear from readers and enjoy exchanging real life experiences and fantasies. Hozzel.
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--------------------Part 1 (all the good stuff starts in part 2, if you just want to jerk off)-------------------- When you lose your virginity at age 15, live in 3 major cities and sleep with a dozen or so men a year, by the time you're 25 sex gets kind of boring. That's about the point when you start cruising around for the kinkier stuff. Leather, BDSM, orgies - it takes something "different" to get your rocks off at a certain point. That's about the time I discovered BBRT. I'd fucked raw a handful (or two handfulls) of times, and basically hadn't been able to jack off to condom porn in a few years, but I never foresaw myself signing up for a site like BBRT, and certainly didn't expect myself to begin cruising right away. I looked for the neg guys, of course. I wanted nasty raw fucks, but had never actively chased. In fact, I was pretty sure no poz guy had ever even been in my hole, except for maybe that once or twice that I slipped up at the baths. Either way, I was still neg and fully intended upon staying that way. After a few weeks, I had chatted with a dozen or so neg guys (so they said) but had never actually gotten one of them to hook up. My hole was aching for some cock. One Friday night, I was up, edging and hitting the popper bottle, when I finally gave in and checked the "Parties" section. Maybe there was an all-neg breeding party lined up that I wasn't aware of. It was the usual. "Bottom taking loads in hotel for my birthday" bullshit. I recognized a lot of these desperate sluts from Craigslist. Same picture, same post, and it seemed like with a lot of these guys, it was always their birthday. Not interested. Finally I came across one posting that piqued my interest - "Full moon gangbang bottom wanted. We have 20 or so guys lined up needing to dump their loads while the moon is full tomorrow. Be prepared for an intense evening. Each man will breed you, no PNP. All serious takers considered, but only one will be selected." I noticed that in no mention of the post did the description say anything about poz or neg, and wondered if I should even respond to the organizer. One more hit of poppers convinced me otherwise. "Very interested in hearing more about tomorrow's party". Sent. I waited. It seemed to take forever to get a response and I was pretty much sitting on the edge of my seat waiting. After what felt like an eternity (which was really only 10 minutes), I hear "oink oink". I quickly opened my inbox and saw a message waiting for me from the organizer. "what do u want 2 know" was the response. The guy couldn't type for shit but I decided that didn't mean he wasn't a good fuck. "What's expected of the bottom?" I asked, not really sure what questions I should ask. "u will take all our loads under a full moon no matter what. once it starts u cant back out". That sounded ominous. Yet arousing. "Are all of the guys neg?" I responded, knowing I was likely about to be disappointed. ..... I waited. ........I continued waiting. While I waited I switched back to xtube and took another hit of poppers. another 8 minutes later and I finally hear the familiar "oink oink" again. Hastily I switched back to the inbox. "824 montenegro lane, sonoma. b there at 10 tomorrow." ...He didn't answer my question. I wrestled for a few minutes with what to say next, but my hard dick and popper-stupid brain made me type "OK". I continued jacking my cock while questioning my motives. Was I really going to go through with this? Then again, an outdoors gangbang with 20 or so guys cumming in my hole? That was hard to pass up, and sure beat the hell out of cruising the sites for flakes all night. With that thought, I shot a surprisingly intense load all over my hand and wrist. Still in my poppers daze, I scooped up the load and instinctively reached down to finger it into my own hole. I spent all day Saturday doing what I normally do - not much. I met a friend out for some beers, did some laundry, nothing out of the ordinary. Of course the only thought on my mind that day was whether or not to go through with what I was pretty much certain I was going to go through with. Around 6:00, I logged onto BBRT out of curiosity. Maybe I could just find an easy neg slut to breed. Topping wasn't my forté but I needed to have some nasty sex after thinking about the potential gangbang all day. I had a few inbox messages but was actually only interested in reading one. The one from him. "see u at 10" was all it said. Something about his dominant assumption made my cock chub up and I pretty much knew there was only one way this decision would go. My heart was racing, my face was flush, and my dick just continued to get harder against my shorts. This man was going to have me. I walked to the kitchen, took a shot of bourbon to calm my nerves, and decided to go prepare. After a couple of showers (cleanliness is key) and another shot of bourbon, the time was quickly approaching. I checked the inbox a few more times, thinking he would check to make sure I'm coming, but nothing. I'd gotten a few more hits from guys seeing me online, but wasn't interested. They would have to wait until next time, assuming I came back alive. 8:30 rolled around, and I figured I should get on the road. Even though it's only an hour drive from San Francisco, I didn't want to be late and end up ruining my chances. I slipped on a leather cockring, my favorite white jockstrap, a pair of loose shorts, a tank top, some black leather boots, and my favorite ball cap. Bourbon wasn't going to be enough to calm these nerves - I needed to decide one way or another. I prelubed my hole with some elbow grease and got in the truck. I hadn't even realized until I was halfway there that I hadn't even turned the radio on. Once I got past the golden gate bridge, I rolled the windows down and enjoyed the increasingly warm air that you get once you're far enough north of the city. There was little traffic to be had once I got out of the city, and I knew that I was going to be there early. I shifted uncomfortably as my half-hard cock was swelling inside the tight cockring in anticipation. When I pulled off the freeway it was only 9:30. According to my GPS, I'd be there in 10 minutes. With 20 minutes to kill, I pulled into a gas station and waited. My heart and my mind both raced and I started to double guess my decision. Was I really ready for this? I logged into BBRT on my phone and checked my inbox - one new message, from him. "see u soon" was all it said, sent at 9:00. I could easily get right back on that freeway and go home, jack off and call it a night. I looked up into the northern California sky, seeing every star, and the full moon hanging above me. Like the tide, the moon was pulling me. At 9:50, I started up the mountain, following the GPS and my hardon. --------------------Part 2 (getting to the good stuff)-------------------- I pulled into a secluded driveway at the address I was given, and approached a gate. This guy really enjoyed his privacy. When I got to the gate, it opened automatically. I had a feeling it wasn't an automatic gate, and that he knew I was there. That made my heart skip a beat and I started to get even more nervous. Pulling up the driveway, I could see 7 or 8 structures, with no lights on. Under the pale light of the full moon, it looked like some sort of camp ground with 2-story cabins, but I saw no one. As I pulled the truck up to where all of the other vehicles were parked, I noticed a huge bonfire burning up the hill behind the largest cabin. I took a deep breath before getting out of the truck, took a moment to compose myself, and shut it off. I left the windows down and the doors unlocked - nobody was going to bother it all the way up here. As I climbed the hill and approached the fire, I could see figures standing around it. The figures of men. One got up from the log he was sitting on and started making his way down the hill toward me. I was sweating, not just because of the heat, but out of fear and excitement. "I knew you'd come" said a deep, masculine voice, silhouetted by the distant glow of the fire. As he approached, his features became more clear under the light of the moon. He was tall - about 6'3", and probably about 42, I guessed. He had the makings of a weekend-beard growing, with short dark hair, and a very chiseled body. He stopped in front of me, wearing only a pair of jeans and work boots. "Are you ready?" "As ready as I'm going to be..." I hesitantly responded. He gave a small grin, and his white teeth and pale eyes seemed to glow in the light of the moon. He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into him, cupped my jockstrapped ass with his hands while rubbing his scruff on my neck. He started chewing on my neck - not gently, but not painfully so. "You'll do just fine" he growled. His furry chest pressed into me, and I could smell the combination of real man, accompanied by the smell of cheap beer. Then he turned around, pushed me in front of him and simply said "go". He followed a few paces behind as I made my way to the fire. As we walked, I decided to try to get to know the guy that was about to own my hole. "You live up here?" I croaked, voice shaky with anxiety. "It's just a weekend get away for some of us. I built it, but it's a community thing for all of us, not just me". "You built all of this?" "Enough. Keep walking." I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around and finally asked "You're neg, right? You never answered my question before" "Yes, I'm neg. You should learn to be more trustful. Now go." I continued my march with my captor behind me until I made it in front of the fire. I looked around me. This didn't look like a breeding party to me. It just looked like a bunch of guys hanging out drinking beer by the fire on a Saturday night. The guys ranged from average to good looking, all of them trim to fit. I definitely wouldn't have turned any of them down, not that I had a choice now. The organizer, whose name I had just realized I hadn't yet asked, stopped me by grabbing my shoulder, and the men stood up. Most of them were shirtless, wearing either shorts or jeans. Getting a better look at these men, these real men, I started to lose a little bit of the fear while gaining a little more excitement. My dick had started to chub up again. All went silent while they eyed me, sizing up the piece of meat they were about to devour. "See that clearing in the trees at the top of the hill there?" he whispered in my hear, grabbing my ass again. I could feel his beer-scented breath hot against my neck. "Go to the middle of that clearing, strip, and get on your knees." I looked over my shoulder at him, then around at what looked like a pack of hungry wolves, and then started my way even further up the hill". My cock was swollen and at full mast now, and I was wishing I had not put the cockring on so tight. I made my way to the clearing, sweating profusely in the summer air. I understood now why there were no lights up here. You didn't need them. The stars and the moon in the sky clearly lit up the night. Aside from the crackle of the fire, all I could hear was low murmuring voices, the chirp of thousands of crickets, and the croak of an occasional frog. I was going to get fucked in the middle of nature, and I couldn't wait. When I got to the clearing, I shed my clothes as he said and threw them to the side, out of the clearing. I tossed my boots over as well, but opted to leave the cockring on. I sunk to my knees and waited. And waited. And waited. This guy knew how to keep a boy in anticipation, all right. After what seemed like forever, I heard the shuffle of footsteps in the grass. I looked over to see that it wasn't just one set of footsteps that I was hearing, but all 20 of them. I hadn't actually counted them all and frankly, didn't have a chance to, but it seemed like an army approaching. For the first time that night, I felt a chill - it wasn't a chill of cold, but a shiver of fear. I heard the organizer's voice first. "Get that thing off of him" he said. I wasn't sure what he meant until a cute 20-something blonde approached me, leaned over and unsnapped the cockring from my fully erect cock. It hurt like a bitch - obviously it was too tight, and I yelped a little bit as it came off. "He won't need to use his dick tonight" said another voice, causing the group to laugh. Great, I was a joke to them. The men formed a circle around me, and I could see all of their eyes glowing in the moonlight, hungrily evaluating the fresh meat. Organizer approached first, at first behind me, then moving around in front of me. He stepped closer and pulled my head into his toned, furry abs. Caressing my head, he let out a low growl. "Too late to back out now" he said, which frightened me a little. Even without the cockring, my dick was still at full mast. In fact, when he said that, it seemed to get a little harder. Then he backed away. "Men" he procalaimed loudly. With that, all of the others started to shed what little clothing they had on. Organized grabbed my neck and forced me down to all 4's. "Enjoy the meal" he said to them, backing away as some of the other men moved closer. One man began by sucking on and licking at my tight hole, while another forced a half-hard cock into my mouth. The man behind me lapped at my hole hungrily, growling and panting as he ate like his life depended on it. Pulling up for air, he panted "Fuck that's sweet". In no time at all, I felt a hard cock head aiming up against my hole. He began gradually sliding in, not quickly but not slowly. There was minimal pain and I whimpered around the now fully erect cock in my mouth. This was it, there really was no turning back now. The man behind me started thrusting in, and in no time at all I was rocking back on his cock. He was panting and growling so hard I thought he was already about to cum, but he just kept going, getting more and more forceful. The owner of the cock in my mouth pulled out, stepped aside, and was replaced by another, fatter cock. I felt like my jaw was stretching to the limit on this one and tears started to well in my eyes as he forced his cock balls-deep into my throat. The man behind me pulled out and was replaced by a shorter cock, and at this point I was so loosened up by the first one that he went in with no issue at all. Eventually the thick cock in my throat pulled out, leaving me coughing and sputtering, and pushed my head down to the ground with his booted foot as the man in my ass continued to assault my hole. The entire group of men began moving in closer and the one behind me started to growl like the first one, but pulled out of my tender hole without cumming. This had gone on for some time, and about 6 of the men had fucked me at this point before I started to wonder if any of them were going to cum. I looked around for the organizer, and he was nowhere to be found. My eyes caught the moon which was directly above our heads at this point. I started to lose count after 8, and had wondered if some of the men had fucked me twice. Some cocks had felt familiar but it was hard to say with this many breeders surrounding me. I was going to be fucked and nutted by each and every one of them, but when were they going to start cumming? It seemed like roughly an hour had passed of this before my hole started to grow tired, my hips ached from being in this doggie position, and I had dirt and grass pushing into my knees. It's not that I wasn't enjoying it, but I came to get bred, and that hadn't happened yet. When I tried flipping over onto my back, my assailant grabbed my neck, aggressively pushed it back toward the ground and growled "No". I heard the sound of another set of footsteps approaching and saw that it was the organizer, now fully nude, and looking even more statuesque, and surprisingly even furrier than he had before. He stood there in front of me as I look up from him, my ass getting nailed with long hard strokes. My hole felt like jello at this point, and I was pretty sure at least every man had had a chance to dip into my ass. I looked into his eyes, still glimmering in the moonlight. It almost seemed as if they were glowing...and glowing a hazy shade of yellow... I was obviously losing my mind. Maybe one of these guys slipped something up my hole. The fucker in my ass pulled out quickly, not even giving my ass a chance to close. Organizer moved in behind me and, in one hard stroke, buried himself to the balls inside my wet, loose hole. With one hand, he grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head up, and then with his other arm grabbed me around the neck with his elbow, pulling me back into a kneeling position. "You like being our bitch?" he growled in his deep gravelly voice, which seemed even deeper now. I looked over my shoulder longingly into his eyes. I was certain at this point that one of the men had slipped me something, because his eyes were definitely glowing yellow. I glanced down at the toned arm he had around my neck and realized I hadn't just imagined it - he didn't just seem furrier. He was furrier. Frightened, I looked around at the other men jacking their cocks, and was horrified to see that they seemed to be overcome by the same affliction. Their eyes were literally glowing yellow, and their bodies were gradually becoming overtaken by a thick fur. Panicking, I tried to pull away from him but he was far too strong. "What the fuck is this?!" I shouted, scared. He didn't answer, but just pushed my head back down into the dirt. I continued to struggle, and could hear chuckling among the men in the crowd. "You're not going anywhere, bitch. These dogs need a bitch in heat, and you're about as in heat as it gets" he said, in a voice that didn't seem like his own. He pulled me back up into the kneeling position and forced me to look at him. "You didn't wonder why it had to be under the full moon?" he said, grinning with teeth that seemed long and sharp. The entire time he continued to fuck me with long strokes. "What the hell are you?" I whimpered, realizing I wasn't getting away. "We're men. Men who change under a full moon." he literally growled. I heard a noise approaching in front of me and was horrified at what I saw. A foot from my face, looking me right in the eye, was a full grown wolf, snarling at me. Out of reflex I tried backing away, and found myself only impaling myself further on the monster cock pumping inside me. The wolf barked, leaving the familiar scent of beer breath lingering. Backing up further onto the organizer's cock, I could feel his cock thicken even more and he began a low, gutteral growl before falling onto me, pinning me flat on the ground. He began to shout as I could feel his hot seed pouring into me. No, not shout... howl. He continued for about 20 seconds before collapsing entirely. Sweating and heaving, he started biting at my neck, and not the gentle bites he was giving me earlier on this evening. Hard, rough bites - not enough to break the skin. I could feel him starting to climb off, but not before putting his face to my ear saying "we just needed a bitch". With that, he pulled out in one fluid motion, and cum fell from my hole over my balls and onto the ground. I realized my cock had never gone soft the entire time. The wolf padded off out of my sight and another of these savage beasts climbed on top of me, slipping an extremely hard cock up my cummy hole. I couldn't bring myself to look at him and in no time at all, he repeated the organizer's performance, howling as he bred me deep, driving that load as far into me as it would go. All men's cum feels warm when it pours into you, but these loads literally felt hot, like they were burning into the battered walls of my ass. Grateful I was finally getting what I wanted, I started getting back into it, despite the confusion and fear of what I'd just seen. I made a conscious effort to keep my face planted against the ground, and not to look at any of them. The scenario repeated itself over and over, and once again I lost count of the DNA deposits planted in my extremely loose hole. There seemed to be a lull and I had wondered if all of them had gotten what they needed, when two of the men grabbed my my the arms and flipped me over onto my back. Now having to look up at them, I wondered if I had hallucinated the whole thing. These men just seemed like sweaty, spent men - not the wolf-esque beasts they seemed before. I looked up and the full moon had started receding behind the trees of the clearing. Looking around, I didn't see the actual wolf that looked ready to attack me just moments before. I counted my blessings that they weren't going to let the beast breed me as well, but then realized that if what these men said was true, it very well could have, in a different form. Still pinned down by the two "men", I saw Organizer approach once more. He knelt down between my knees, but still looked the same. I knew at that point I hadn't imagined it, because he hadn't changed back. He pushed my legs as far back as they would go and stared at my ruined hole. "You did surprisingly well, bitch." Realizing before I said it how ridiculous the question was, I asked "Are... are you a wolf?" "Something like that." he responded, once again driving his entire thick cock back into my chute. He took his time, this time, savoring the experience. I didn't want to look at him in this state, but found myself unable to look away. He looked me in the eye the entire time, probably reveling in the feeling of 21 loads surrounding his cock. "Am... I going to change?" I shakily asked, but enjoying the hard cock pounding those loads into me and out of me. "Yes, you are." He continued his assault. "I'm going to become a werewolf?!" I said, frightened yet surprisingly turned on. The men around me all laughed. "No, bitch, it doesn't work that way". "But you said I would change..." "And you will" he said, bottoming out in my ass, his balls resting against my cheeks. I was going back and forth between confusion and arousal, both at the cock sliding easily in and out of my sloppy hole, but also at the idea of these men making me like them. Sensing my confusion, he waved the men holding me down away, pushed my knees to my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "You're going to change, but not to become a werewolf. You've been given a different gift tonight." My heart stopped. I knew that word. I'd spent enough time online and on BBRT to know what the word "gift" meant at this point. I didn't fight, though. It was too late for that. I was, however, more terrified than I was even when there was a feral wolf looking me in the eye. "You... you said you were neg" I muttered, half scared and half furious. "Oh, I am, bitch. But these other wolves you gave yourself to tonight? That's another story". With that, he began ruthlessly pumping into my hole, furiously pounding until he let out his signature howl one last time. Spent, he pulled out, cum pouring out of my hole. I hadn't realized that most of the men had gone back to the fire at this point, and noticed some were missing, but their clothes were still piled around. I lay there in a daze. What had just happened? How did I get tricked like that? And yet, my cock had never once deflated. "Pick your stuff up, get dressed, and go. These dogs got to mount, got to breed, and that's all we wanted". I looked back up at him, and he looked just like the man who had met me halfway down the hill at 10:00. He made his way back to the fire as well. Time seemed to go in slow motion as I got up and got dressed. A combination of confusion, hurt, fear and lust filled me. I felt my wrecked hole and wiped some cum from it. It still felt like it was searing into my guts inside me. Then I did something I never thought I'd do in this situation (had I ever thought this situation would ever happen). I fingered the poz beast-man cum back into me. As I passed back by the firepit, I couldn't bear to look at anyone. I walked slowly past, hearing whispers, chuckles, and feeling their eyes upon me. As I made my way back to my truck down the hill, I heard footsteps behind me. A hand grasped my shoulder and I swung around to see Organizer. "You did good, bitch." "My name's Brett" I responded, sharply. "I don't care what your name is. To us, you're bitch." "Whatever" I said coldly, pulling away from him to head back to my truck. I was pissed. I'd been tricked, terrified, and taken advantage of in ways that I hadn't even fathomed. As I walked away, he called out to me. "If you truly want to know what it's like to be one of us, come back during the next full moon." I stopped dead in my tracks. What did he mean by that? To be "one of them"... "You're already changing inside. Our cum is different. By the time you get to the doctor tomorrow to go on PeP, it'll be too late. Come back during the next full moon and we'll make it up to you, and maybe even let you mount and knock up the next bitch." Too late for PeP? What the fuck? How was that even possible? And yet, the thought of being like these men, wild and free up here in the mountains, breeding the next hot little bitch that shows up unknowingly, made my cock jump back to full attention. I looked back at Organizer with confused-yet-lusty eyes. "Can I at least know your name?" I asked. "Next full moon, bitch. Be here."
