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Closeted County I knew better than to speed, but it was late at night and I was tired. My father always warned me that sheriff’s department of Closet County loved catching “big city” speeders blasting down their two-lane roads. Now, as I turned off onto the gravel side-road in order to pull over, I got that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. This was going to be a huge ticket, and I wasn’t sure I’d get by with simply going to traffic school yet again. “Driver’s window down. Turn off the car. Drop they keys onto the road out the driver’s window,” said a gruff voice over a peaking speaker. “Well that’s unexpected,” I mumbled while turning off my aging, rust-bucket of a car that I had inherited from my older sister. As my hand went out the window, I looked up into the rear-view mirror. The blinding white light of the cruiser’s spotlight obscured everything but the faint alternating pattern of his pulsating red and blues. I dropped the keys placed my hands back onto the steering wheel. “Driver. Step out of the vehicle, close the door and place your hands on the roof of the car.” That seemed a bit excessive. In the handful of times I had been pulled over prior, I had never been treated like any sort of threat. Then again, it was 2am and I was doing 45mph over the posted limit. It’s not like I really had a choice at this point anyway. With my hands on the roof of the car, I kept my face pointed forwards. The light from the cop’s spotlight made it impossible to look in his direction. I could hear his footsteps approaching on the gravel below—heavy and almost deafening like marching to the gallows. “Do you know how fast you were going, son?” “Far too fast, Sir,” I replied as respectfully as I could. “Uh huh. Yup. Far too fast indeed,” he said with his voice trailing off. I suddenly felt his hands on my hips. They began to roughly frisk me. “Got anything that may poke, prod or stick me?” I felt him reach around and firmly grab my crotch. “Nuh-nuh-no, Sir,” I said startled. The officer moved his hands to my ass and it felt as though he was massing my cheeks. “Uh huh. Just a model of a citizen are we? Out driving nearly 50mph over my speed limit at 2 o’clock in the morning.” I felt his hands reach into my rear pockets. His left hand withdrew my wallet. “Benjamin Stoltz...tell me...Benjamin...exactly what types of criminal shenanigans are you up to?” He tossed my open wallet onto the hood of my car. “Nothing, Sir. Just anxious to get home and I was tired.” “Tired he says. That seems like an awfully dumb reason to be speeding along with limited visibility on a night like tonight. Hell, you can’t even see the moon it’s so cloudy. Are you drunk, boy?” “No, Sir,” I clamored. I felt the officer press up against my backside and lean his head over my left shoulder before deeply inhaling. It made my entire body tingle as much as it cringed. “Hmmm you don’t smell like a boozer. Maybe you’re just in a hurry to transport some drugs through my county? Are you a doper, boy?” I was actually caught even more off-guard by the insinuation. “God no, Sir. I don’t even smoke cigarettes.” “Then you won’t mind me having a little looksie around your vehicle?” he asked as he had already moved to open the back door and rummage around. “Now don’t you move!” he warned. “Hmmmm...uh huh,” I could hear him mumbling as he went through the contents strewn about in the back of my car. I could hear him unzip my backpack and dump everything out onto the road. “Welp,” he said with a click of his tongue, “I’m going to need you to strip.” “Sir?” I said in utter disbelief. “I’m not seeing any drugs here. So, that really only leaves one other place for you to hide them.” “Sir, I don’t…” There was a sudden bang as the cop slammed his baton down on the roof of my car. I jumped onto the balls of my feet. My heart felt like it had skipped several beats. “Don’t make me tell you twice! Strip!!” I began to slide my hand backwards off the roof. “Don’t you fucking dare. Hands on top of the roof at all times. How do I know you aren’t about to pull a weapon?” “Didn’t you just frisk me?” I blurted out somewhat incredulous. The response was swift and immediate. I felt the baton against the back of neck driving my face against the roof of the car. “Don’t you get fucking smart with me.” “I-I-I don’t know know how to comply if I can’t use my hands, Sir.” “Ohhhhh is that the problem?” he half-asked with seething sarcasm. “Well then...all you have to do is ask for help.” “Sir?” He pushed my face down even harder against the metal roof. I felt his breath against my right ear. “I said, ‘All you have to do is ask’ for me to help you strip.” I swallowed the massive frog in my throat that had appeared. “Sir, I need help stripping for you.” “Awww. See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He removed the baton from my neck, and I felt both of his hands reach around to the front of my jeans. He deftly unbuttoned and unzipped them before placing his thumbs inside the band of my underwear at each hip. An instant later, he had pulled down everything to my ankles. I now stood there half-naked against my own car bathed in the eerie light of his cruiser’s spotlight. The cop grabbed my shoulders and awkwardly manhandled me until I was in front of the driver’s front tire. “Bend over and feet apart,” he gruffly commanded. When I didn’t immediately comply, he forcefully bent me forward over the hood of my car and had begun to kick my feet apart as far as they could go. He grabbed my arms and folded my wrists atop one another and cuffed me. My mind raced a million different thoughts as I laid there helplessly bent over my car in the middle of nowhere. His hands were almost immediately on my ass—roughly squeezing and pulling on my cheeks. I did my best to remain silent for fear of what he might do to me if I resisted. I felt that familiar hardness of his baton against the inside of my right thigh. He slowly slid it up until the tip pressed against my sack. He withdrew it and repeated the same motion up my left, inner thigh. Before I even realized what was about to happen, I felt the rounded tip pressing against my asshole. “Let’s just see what you might be smuggling up that prison pocket of yours,” he teased as he began to drive the baton into my ass. I unexpectedly moaned out and clenched my fists behind me. I could feel my cock harden as he drove the wooden weapon deeper inside me. “Fuuuck,” I moaned. The sheriff began to pump the length of the baton back and forth in long, powerful thrusts without saying anything. Like the inexperienced virgin I was, I quickly climaxed and sprayed my seed onto the dusty rubber of my tire. With the baton implanted firmly inside me, I could hear him unzip his pants. It was a near-instant swap; the unforgiving wood of his baton for the warmth and girth of his hard cock. There was no romance. There was no flirty words exchanged. Instead, he grabbed the short bit of chain between my cuffs and used that as leverage to slam-fuck me as hard as he could. I moaned and grunted in a perverse mix of pleasure and pain. Up until that night, my ass had remained sacrosanct even against my own curious fingers. It didn’t take him long before his thrusts went from rhythmic to disjointed and staccato. As I stared into my empty driver’s seat, I could tell he was flooding my insides with its first load of fertilizer. All of my own thoughts and questions about the subject matter were answered. I was definitely a horny, cum-hungry, faggot. There was no point in me pretending otherwise from now own. As the officer’s fat cock slipped from my aching hole, I could feel some of his cum dribble down my right thigh as it leaked out. I expected to be uncuffed at any moment. I didn’t expect to swap phone numbers. I didn’t expect for him to say anything really. This was just a horny cop taking advantage of me on a deserted road in the middle of the night. What I also didn’t expect was for him to grab me and pull me towards his cruiser. He opened the rear door and pushed me onto the backseat. With my feet dangling out, he pulled off my shoes and then my jeans and underwear that were still around my ankles. Without a word, he pushed my feet inside the car and shut the door. A few moments later we were driving back down the main country road. “Where are you taking me?” I asked laid out. He remained silent. We pulled into the tiny police station and he pulled me out of the car and marched me half-naked into the back door. As we rounded a corner, I could see the holding cell that had half-a-dozen men locked inside. “Wait...wait...you can’t put me in there like this,” I stammered trying to resist forward momentum. The men seemed largely oblivious to my presence until the sheriff spoke. “Merry Christmas, fellas! Who says I never do anything nice for the worst of our populace?!” The men immediately turned to look at us and began cat-calling. The sheriff pressed me up against the outside of the cell. Twelves hands were suddenly pawing at me through the bars. With his head once again over my left shoulder he whispered, “It’s the Christmas holiday. You can spend the next three days in here thinking about what happens to speeders in my county. Maybe...if the fellas feel like you earned it, you can stay another day or two and help rehabilitate them.” All of the men began cheering as he opened the cell door and pushed me into it with my hands still bound together with his handcuffs.
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Pure fiction; kind of sappy and slow at times. Jonathan was 22 years old, 6' and a half inch tall, 174 lbs, and covered in a soft pelt of fur. For how tall he was he felt his 5.5" cock wasn't suited to topping so he almost always bottomed. He hated the feeling of condoms, it always felt like they were giving him friction burns no matter how much lube he used, so he preferred to bareback. Not wanting to catch anything he tended not to hook up with strangers or guys he didn't know very well. He had a few boyfriends over the years and he was always willing to turn his friends into friends with benefits so he could bareback safely. In college he'd discovered breeding zone and made a profile just to help keep track of the best the jack-off material. At first the bug-chasing sections made him sick to think about, but within months he found they turned him on more than he ever thought possible and his taste in porn began to change. At first condom porn was fine, then bareback only, and soon only the rare videos of bottoms begging for poz cum and tops telling their bottoms they're being pozzed could get him off. Curious about taking a poz load he made a BBRT account and hit up several poz, undetectable guys. Rob was in his 30s, a little shorter than Jonathan but in better shape, and hung. He opened the door as Jonathan ascended the front steps wearing a baseball cap and wife beater, his 7.5", thick, cut cock stirring as he saw Jonathan. The boy had looked handsome in his pictures, but up close his blue eyes could hypnotize and make you do anything you wanted. Jonathan knew he was good looking and had "cult leader" eyes but nevertheless he was nervous about taking his first poz cock and hooking up with his first real stranger. To bolster his confidence he wore a cerulean t-shirt which made his ice blue eyes even more striking. As the glass door swung open he smiled cockily at the sight of the poz cock stiffening in front of him. Rob smiled genuinely in return and beckoned him inside. As soon as the door shut Rob spun and pushed Jonathan against the wall, lifting his head to make out with the younger man, his hard cock pressing against Jonathan's body. Jonathan had told Rob he needed to be aggressive and get the ball rolling as soon as he was inside so he didn't have a chance to chicken out, and now with the sexy older man pressing him against the wall he couldn't imagine why he would ever think that would be an issue. His cock was hardening in his skinny black jeans and his heart was racing. "Bedroom?" Jonathan gasped as Rob moved to bite his ear and work his neck. "Follow me, and start stripping" Rob replied in between bites on the boy's neck. He kissed Jonathan square on the mouth once more, swirling his tongue inside before heading back to his bedroom. Jonathan kicked his shoes off and bolted after Rob, shrugging off his shirt and unbuckling his belt in the living room, and finally managing to get his jeans off in the short hallway. As Rob entered his bedroom he looked at Jonathan, now clad in only a blue jock the same color as his shirt had been. "Damn," he thought, "even just that jock makes his eyes captivating." "Doggie-style in the middle of the bed" Rob said as Jonathan entered the room. Jonathan nodded and crossed the room to the queen-sized 4 poster bed, noticing the bottle of lube positioned at the foot of the bed. As soon as Jonathan was in position Rob dove in and started eating the boy's ass with fervor, wanting to get him loosened up and keep him worked up and horny. Jonathan was in heaven, he loved having his furry ass eaten, and Rob was the best he'd ever had. Jonathan lost track of time as the man worked his hole but eventually he felt Rob shift his weight behind him and heard the bottle of lube being opened. A wet fingered entered his ass, then two, before Jonathan felt the lubed cock teasing his asshole. "Fuck me." Jonathan said, leaning back onto the cock -- the poz cock, he remembered. Rob grabbed Jonathan by his shoulders and pulled the boy back in a smooth motion, his cock entering the boy's hole in one movement. Rob held still for a moment, making the head of his cock throb deep inside Jonathan before truly fucking the boy. As Rob's cock throbbed inside Jonathan he began to recall all the pozzing porn he'd watched. Throughout the whole fuck Jonathan removed the words like poz, toxic, bugs, virus and phrases like knock me up as he begged and moaned for Rob's cock and load, but inside he was as big a chaser as ever. Halfway through his fuck Rob flipped Jonathan over on his back, and began hammering the boy's hole. The boy was a babbling mess of pleasure, jacking his cock and begging for Rob's load, which Rob was happy and eager to give. In this position Jonathan maintained eye contact with Rob as he talked dirty. Rob felt the cum begin to build in his balls far sooner than he expected and within moments his cock erupted inside the boy, filling him with cum. With Rob's cock spewing poz cum inside him Jonathan's own cock showered his chest and face with cum. Rob collapsed on top of him and they began to make out; with Rob's cock still inside of him. Once Rob's cock softened and the man had licked up his load and fed it back to him Jonathan cleaned off Rob's cock gently, knowing how sensitive it would be. In short order the cleaning became a blow job and Rob's cock again began to harden. "Can you fuck me again?" Jonathan asked, locking eyes with Rob from under his eyelashes. "Yes." Rob exhaled. Jonathan's mouth was talented. "Do you mind if we get a little more dirty and verbal?" Jonathan asked liltingly. "Oh fuck yes. I'm gonna knock that ass up." Rob was taken aback by that; he hadn't wanted to be pozzed, but it had happened, and he never thought he'd be the type to get off to a pozzing scenario. Jonathan laid on his back and pulled his knees apart and to his chest. "Come poz me" he said, his voice a challenge. The two fucked twice more that night, the final time ended with Jonathan riding Rob's cock, milking his poz load out. When Jonathan left around 4 a.m. he had never felt like such a slut nor so free. 3 years later. After his encounter with Rob, Jonathan had begun taking poz loads from the man, and from others, regularly. He'd even taken trips to the nearest bathhouse and begun to take unmedicated poz loads as well. But somehow always tested neg. During those years he'd never really dated anyone, but lately sex just wasn't as fulfilling as it used to be and Jonathan felt a restless urge inside of him, similar to how he felt before he had started getting fucked by Rob. He thought maybe he'd have to double down on getting pozzed, but a small part of him knew he just wanted someone to sleep next to at night and wake up with in the morning. At his favorite gay bar one Saturday night, Jonathan noticed a young man, tall and thick, but not more than 21 years old, checking him out from across the room. They locked eyes and Jonathan drained his drink and went to the bartender to tab out. At the bar Jonathan felt the young man watching him and purposely avoided looking at him as he left. 21 was too young, he thought, remembering how he had been at that age. Outside Jonathan shook his head, he was a little buzzed but could feel it quickly wearing off. The door closed again behind him and without looking he knew who it was. "Hi." The young man said from behind him. Jonathan glanced back at the boy, studying his face. "You're really sexy. There's just something about you." The boy chimed. "Probably my eyes. Jonathan said," he was wearing a navy blue button down speckled with small dots of white. "Yeah. Can we go someplace and talk?" the boy asked innocently. The two went back to Jonathan's small apartment a few blocks away and spent the rest of the night laying in Jonathan's bed, just talking -- no, more than talking, baring their souls to each other -- until the boy, Kirk, who was a college junior, dozed off. Jonathan looked at Kirk's face in the moonlight and felt calmer than he had in months. He grabbed his phone and deleted the BBRT app then slowly got out of bed so as not to wake Kirk and went to the kitchen to start getting things together to make Kirk a nice breakfast. 10 months later. "I feel like you aren't satisfied with me, Jon. In bed...sexually," Kirk hung his head. He'd been dreading having this conversation. The coffee shop was slow, thanks to school being out for the winter. Kirk wasn't sure how this talk was going to go. Jon was nice, reassuring, sweet, almost too sweet. Whenever Kirk felt bad he knew Jon could cheer him up with just a look and a few soft-spoken words, but Jon never seemed happy. Actually Jon did seem happy, but only when there were people around to be happy for. When he didn't think people were paying attention Jon's face was blank and his eyes were dead. "That's not true. I love having sex with you." Jon's voice had a low rumble to it which seemed to say, "I want to have sex with you to prove it, but I know that won't solve this." "Look at me, Kirk." "I can't. You're gonna do that Marilyn Manson eye thing to me and make me feel better and then we'll never have this conversation," Kirk spat accusatorily. Jon was silent. Jon was never silent. Kirk had never seen Jon be taken aback by words. They'd once been on a date and some guy had made fun of them for holding hands and Jon quickly unleashed an impenetrable wall of witty insults which made the guy turn red and made all his friends laugh at him. Jon had boredly turn around, took Kirk's hand, and began walking again as if he had only stopped to point out an interesting pattern in a brick wall or a fun cloud formation. Jon studied Kirk, though he couldn't see his face his body language spoke volumes. "I don't mean to." Jon said after a moment. "It just happens. I know I do it but I can't help it. That's why I had us lay in my bed the first night we talked. So that whatever you said wasn't because of me." "Because you wanted me to be honest. But Jon you never seem honest. I've seen you when you think nobody, including me, is looking at you. I know you aren't happy and I want to help you be happy, so please, tell me what is and what I can do to help you be happy." "Do you remember what I told you right before you fell asleep that night? When you were asking why I didn't have sex with you?" "Because you get off on taking poz cum. Is that what this is? Did you cheat on me?!" Kirk's head shot up, his eyes full of rage as he locked gazes with Jon. "No! I'd never cheat on you. I just still have this urge inside me, this hunger, this need." Jon put his will behind his words. "I don't want to do this anymore." Kirk said with a solitary head shake. "It's over Jon." He stood, not looking his boyfriend -- his ex -- in the eyes even once as he turned and walked away. Jon raised an eyebrow as Kirk walked away, slowly drank his black coffee as he watch Kirk's blue Nissan drive down the road. Then stood. 1 hour later. "22 year old college boy looking for poz loads. Knock me up." Kirk typed into the blank space on his newly made BBRT profile. Kirk's heart was racing as browsed through the men on the site, looking for someone who could help him. He refreshed the page every few minutes, waiting until his profile and picture were approved. He must have messaged 10 guys telling them exactly what he wanted, no, needed. Finally one replied. The message was an address, tomorrow's date and a time, and a list of instructions. 14 hours later, 8 a.m Kirk was wearing gym shorts, flip flops, and a plain white tee. He didn't have on any underwear but had the largest plug he owned shoved deep up his ass. In a small bag on his back he had a new toothbrush and the biggest dildo he owned. He had cleaned out and dry fucked himself for an hour on that dildo as instructed. He approached the house and looked up as the glass door swung open. A fit, shorter man in his mid 30s stood at the door in only a baseball cap and a wife beater, his cock stiffening at the sight of the boy. Kirk glanced at the tv as he entered the living room, it was playing gay porn, two men spit-roasting a young twink. The man sat down on the couch. Kirk stripped and assumed the position, the carpet was rough on his knees, but he ignored it as best as he could as he began sucking the man's cock paying attention to his heavy balls and taking the the thick, cut cock as deep down his throat as he could. After a few minutes the man patted his head. Kirk knew that meant he was to lay on his back and show off the plug to the man. The man nodded and Kirk removed the plug, retrieving the dildo from his bag and wetting it with his spit he started to thrust it deep up his ass. The man watch critically, slowly jacking his hard, spit covered cock. The man got on the floor and lifted Kirk's ass up and began to eat his ass. Kirk could feel the man's tongue sliding deep inside him and felt the man scraping the rim of his hole with his teeth. Kirk grimaced in pain but kept silent. Next the man used his fingers to rough up Kirk's ass, scratching his insides. Kirk whimpered. The man took the toothbrush from Kirks' bag and opened it. He reached down to his cock and spread some of his precum on the bristles. Kirk knew that precum was toxic. Kirk cried out as the toothbrush entered his ass and the man began to vigorously brush him. After what felt like an eternity in hell the man stopped and began to eat Kirk's ass again before lowering him back down to the rough carpet. The man spat on his cock and slid inside Kirk in a single thrust and began to fuck more ferociously and aggressively then Kirk had ever been fucked. Kirk locked eyes with the man and began to beg the man. "Please knock me up. Infected me with that toxic cum. Knock me up. I'm a fucking worthless bug chaser. I need to be pozzed. Give me that poz cock, give me that poz cum, oh please give me that poz cum deep up my ass. Please breed me with your hot, dirty load. I need to be pozzed. Please poz me. Please knock me up." The fuck continued, Kirk's ass was a destroyed cunt at the end. Over the next two weeks Kirk took the man's cum day and night. On his 15th day at the man's apartment Kirk woke up in a pool of sweat, aching and on fire. His bones hurt and he felt like throwing up. 2 weeks later. Jonathan's phone lit up with a small ghost icon in the notifications bar. A video snapchat from Kirk. Jonathan opened it and his jaw dropped. Kirk was laying on his back, jacking his rock hard cock. He had last at least 15 pounds and gotten a hair cut but the most noticeable difference was the freshly inked biohazard tattoo above his left pec. The caption read "Come get it" 15 minutes later Jonathan walked through the unlocked front door, locking it behind him and stripping his clothes off. He could hear porn coming from the bedroom. Inside he lay on the bed and spread his legs. Kirk walked in from the bathroom and locked the bedroom door behind him. "Tell me what you want, Jonathan." Kirk said devilishly, locking eyes with Jon. "I want you to poz me, Kirk. Knock me up. Make me like you." Kirk crossed the room in a single step and got on the bed, sliding his newly poz, unmedicated cock into Jon's ass. Jon exhaled sharply. He hadn't even had time to clean out fully before rushing over. Jonathan reached up and pulled Kirk down to him. Kissing him deeply as they held each other's gaze. "I love you, Kirk" said Jon, letting his eyes convince the boy. "I can't believe you did this for me." "I love you too. Thank you for showing me what I really needed." "Thank you for giving it to me," Jon laid back, tightening his hole around Kirk's toxic cock. "You don't have it yet, but I'll make sure you do." Kirk said beginning to fuck his boyfriend. 1 month later. Snow was falling outside the bathhouse but the inside was almost tropical. Kirk and Jon were both balls deep, raw, in the two 18 year olds side by side on the small bed. The two had been hesitant to get fucked by two guys with biohazard tattoos at first, but one look from Jon had them both on their knees in an instant, and back in the rooms within a few minutes. Jon's eyes met Kirk's and both knew they had a long, happy life ahead of them. Fin.
