Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles - The Final Chapters

[whthole4u]

Deacon is Revealed: Chapter 3 of Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles

At the end of Chapter 2, Charles eased his spent dick out of my raw, bloody and torn hole that was now awash in his and Roger’s infected loads. Roger rolled a little to his left and eased me onto my side as his dick slipped out of my hole. I just lay there as they got dressed, Roger left the room, the door closed and Charles came over. His leather gloved hand patted my head, and he leaned down to my left ear and whispered, “Now, now you are ready for Deacon. Good bye boy.”

Deacon? Good bye? Wait, what? Charles!

The door closed behind Charles and I was left alone. My ass ached and throbbed and now that they had stopped fucking me, I felt so empty and the pain of their assault started to return, my dick went limp, and I curled up on the padded table, exhausted.

I had just closed my eyes when I heard the double doors to the room open. I rolled over onto my back, looked at the door and my breath caught as I saw the biggest man I had ever seen in my life and the fucker was naked too.

“I am THE DEACON,” the man said as his deep voice rumbled and filled the room, and pounded through my chest like a shockwave. Deacon was a giant, literally, and stood at least 7 feet tall, and must have weighed about 320 pounds if not more. He was muscular, but not a bodybuilder; thick, but not a bear; fairly hairless, including a bald head, but his chest was covered nicely and he had a trimmed mustache and goatee. Deacon’s arms were thick and long ending in massively huge hands, his legs were wide and thick like tree trunks, and on his whole body his veins popped and pulsed.

Deacon’s skin seemed to shift from dark coal black, to light mocha, which must have been my exhaustion and tricks of the light. He was also covered in tattoos that ran down his legs, his arms, they were on his chest and torso, across his shoulders and up his neck. His tattoos also seemed to shift and change colors and I swear they moved. Again, I must have been seeing things because I was so tired and from the light, it was just hard to focus.

As I had been staring at this hulk of a man, he had silently walked across the room to where I lay on the padded platform. Every step Deacon took made me focus on what I had missed at first, his fucking huge dick! HOLY CHRIST! I had seen some horse dicked men in my life, and had just been rape fucked raw and bred and infected by two of them. I also loved porn and was entranced by those bigger-than-life dicked guys you always find fucking women in straight porn.

Deacon, The Deacon was something else – something unearthly. With each step his legs parted, his massive dick swung side-to-side slapping his lower thighs. His meat was thick, heavy, and pushed forward by a set of balls that each were large, round, and looked full of cum. The skin of his dick was dark black, he was uncut and the skin hung a good two to three inches past the end of the head forming a long V-point of flesh. There was a small forest of dark hair making a nightly halo around the shaft of his dick and coating his balls.

Deacon stopped beside the padded table and did not say a word. All I could see was his dick and thighs as he was so huge, he eclipsed all else. I instinctively reached out to touch his dick, but halted as I realized with shock and horror and sudden hunger that his dick was literally as long as my forearm and hand combined, and just as thick, and each of his balls was the size of my fist.

No fucking way! I must be dreaming. I must have not woken up after Charles choked me out, or maybe I was having some sort of seizure or something. This could not be real. He could not be real. No man is that big, it was not possible. No fucking way!

“YOU ARE MINE NOW!” Deacon’s voice boomed, scaring me and hurting my ears and I reached up to cover my head. His voice, a little lower continued but still thrummed through my chest, “Frankly, you always have been.” The table began to rise and expand and as I realized what was happening I tried to scramble as far away from this man as I could. What a futile, useless effort that was!

Deacon reached out, grabbed both my legs and it felt like I was being burned and crushed at the same time. He flipped me onto my back as he pulled me towards him with my legs spread wide like I was a turkey dinner being prepared for a holiday feast.

My hands were tearing at the table, trying to find something, anything to grab onto, to hold myself and pull away, but I just slid towards my fate. Deacon did not say a word as he pulled me to the edge of the table, grabbed both of my ankles with one hand, pushed my legs back opening my hole, and with his free hand guided his baseball bat dick head against my used and abused ass that was still wet and dripping with all of the infected AIDs cum I had taken.

I was flapping around, trying to buck and move as fear was driving me. My instinct to flee from the predator had kicked, but to no avail. I did not ask him to stop though, and looking back find that sort of strange. I didn’t say anything, just tried to get away. Maybe I knew. Maybe I knew that it was meant to be.

I had been fucked that day by Charles and Roger, been gangbanged at IML and taken more cum than I ever had in my life, and then been double dicked by Charles and Roger as they raped me on the padded table. My ass was OPEN, used, full of nutt, yet nothing – NOTHING – could have made me ready for Deacon.

Deacon’s dick head was like an apple. It did not taper like a missile, it was round and blunt and easily found my open hole. But Deacon did not give me the bareback assault I was expecting. Instead, he let his dick head just nestle against my hole, slicking it up with the copious pre-cum running out of his large piss slit as he then leaned forward between my open legs and began licking nipples.

Oh fuck! His tongue was large, but he focused right in on my nipples and began licking and nibbling on them. They sprang hard in response and I immediately stopped all resistance and started moaning in pleasure. Damn that felt so good. As his tongue worked my chest, his hands let my legs go which were now held back by the force of his body. His massive hands began sliding up and down my torso, gently rubbing and massaging me, while surprisingly missing those little spots on my side that are so ticklish it sends me into a frenzy.

As if he knew what I was thinking Deacon looked at me, paused, and gave me a smile. I totally melted as he went back to work exploring my body.

Deacon continued working my nipples as his hands moved down my arms and slowly pushed my arms back over my head. He then began licking a trail from each nipple, up to my neck and back, and then made his way to my right ear and filled it with his tongue and spit. That made me so horny! I started moving my hips against his dick head, which was still nestled against my hole as my ass began to hunger for more raw dick and my whole body was turned on by Deacon and what he was doing. Deacon then started licking back down my body and focused in on my belly button and then on my sides. He let go of my arms, raised my legs, one in each hand, and licked up and down my leg, stopping to spend some time on each foot before moving back down my leg.

I couldn’t believe this. He was making me so fucking horny and I started to murmur, “Please fuck me, please, please breed me Deacon.”

Deacon stopped, let my legs drop to the side while keeping his raw dick nestled at my hole which was now soaking wet from his precum. He leaned down over me and pressed me against the padded table with his huge body. As his face got closer I noticed how black his eyes were, how sinister his face looked, there were scars and again his skin and tats seemed to change and shift. I suddenly got scared and my heart raced. Deacon took my head between his hands, covering all but my face. His eyes bore into me as he leaned in and started to kiss me deep, hard, and his long tongue worked its way down into my throat. I gasped and closed my eyes as his lips covered mine and my heart beat faster as I had never been kissed like that. I could feel that kiss through my whole body, amazing! I melted even more, and tried to put my arms around him, but he was so big, could barely get them to the edge of his back. Deacon kissed me for a long time and for such a large man, he was gentle, loving, and so passionate!

Deacon pulled away from my mouth and looked at me again. I wanted him more than anything I had ever wanted and asked again, “Please Sir, please fuck me, I will do anything for you, please. It’s like you know everything I like and I want to make you feel good too!” Deacon smiled and his voice shook through me again as he said, “I do know everything you like and more as I have watched you many times. We will discuss all of that later, but for now, what do you want?”

“I want you fuck me, please, please!” I begged again as I started trying to push my hole against his raw dick.

“Is that what you wish? You want to feel me inside of you? You want to feel me mark you, infect you, breed you? I will give you want you want, but will you give me what I NEED? The COVENANT must be made in pain and blood. Do you sacrifice yourself willingly to me and all that I am?” Deacon asked with a tilt of his head. I did not hesitate as I knew I wanted nothing else but to be his. “Yes, I am your sacrifice, I give myself willingly and completely to you.”

Deacon’s eyes became blacker, his tats shifted and danced, his muscles flexed all over his body as he stood back up, sweat glistening his body, and pulled my ass to the edge of the padded table, and lined his dick up to my hole as he said, “You are Dr Mike’s sacrifice to me – and he has sacrificed much.” My breathing sped up as the excitement and fear combined with my need to please Deacon and my horny ass mixed together washed over me.

The brutal assault and rape that I expected did not come. I didn’t understand. I lay there feeling his dick, wanting him to breed me. Deacon stepped away from the table and said, “Get on your hands and knees. I know it is easier for you to take it doggy style. Just ease back on it as you will. Take your time. This dick is yours, so no rush. We have many years of fucking to come, and I want you to remember this night well.” Years? What did he mean? Did he live in DC too?

Deacon said I could take my time. Wow, really? This huge AIDs-carrying-infected-mother-fucking-beast was putting me in charge? I couldn’t believe it, but my ass ached and needed dick, so I flipped over, scrambled backwards on my hands and knees, pushed my ass up and chest down and reached around to position his dick at my hole. Holy fuck his dick was heavy! It was like a club of meat, thick, hot to touch, and hard as hell and barely fit in my hand. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me and tried pushing my hole onto his dick. Deacon did not move and was true to his word as he let me work it myself and ease onto it like I wanted. While Deacon’s dick head had nestled nicely against my ass, going through my ass ring was another matter.

Deacon whispered, “I know, I know, just breathe out, that’s it, let my dick open you up, good boy, oh yes, feel your ass lips push back and out as you feel me slide inside you. Here – let me add some spit - oh yes, nice and wet. Just take your time boy and ease back on my shaft.” I groaned and moaned and was panting hard like a dog left out in the summer’s sun. His dick was massive, and the pain incredible, but the ecstasy was overwhelming as I pushed myself back and impaled my guts on his black dick. I so wished I had some poppers right then, but I didn’t, so could only jerk on my dick and move my ass back and forth, trying to scrape my prostate. Inch by inch I scooted my knees back to give myself the leverage I needed to push my ass up his hard raw dick.

“You are my AIDs whore now, take what you want, ride that dick for Deacon,” Deacon growled as he watched his black dick disappear into my pink hole. He held onto my hips with one hand and stroked my back with the other, calming me, reassuring me, as I began to ride him. Deacon’s dick pulsed and throbbed and filled my guts with hot black meat as I pushed back. While it hurt, I just wanted more, I could not control the hunger any more. I started to push back harder, tilting forward and pulling almost all the way off, then dropping back on his dick as hard as I could. HOLY FUCK HIS RAW DICK FELT GOOD!

Deacon continued to encourage me, “That’s it boy, take me like you want. Your biohazard ass has been trained well, and I know you are a slut for infected dick. Well, now you have got more dick that you could ever want, so take your time, feel me all the way in there, OH YES – you are taking me all the way in – that’s it – PUSH THAT ASS BACK – STRETCH THAT HOLE!” I relaxed my ass as much as I could and pushed back harder as I wanted him all.

The huge dick spreading me open was much thicker at the base than I head realized, and when I felt my ass hit the base I began to shake. Deacon said, “That’s it, you got it all now. Now arch your back, push that ass back, yes, yes.” I was going to cum, so I pushed back as hard as I could, making Deacon’s dick go ever further up my ass. “Please stretch my hole, go deeper, deeper!” I begged and pleaded, “Fuck me hard, please fuck me hard.” Deacon gripped my hips, but did not fuck me hard, he just continued pushing into my ass as he held me firm, my hole continuing to open and I took his entire shaft as he then began small motions with his hips, vibrating his dick. My whole ass began to spasm in response to his dick as my orgasm built. “OH SHIT, MAKE ME CUM, PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!” I asked.

I started beating my dick hard as Deacon’s dick continued to shake and jump in my ass, as my orgasm built and started to overwhelm me and I was beyond the point of no return, Deacon suddenly pulled his dick roughly out and started pile driving my hole rough, fast, and deep. My breath caught as I started to cum, my ass trying to clamp down on his dick as he pounded through every hole. I kept shooting more and more cum as my body shook, and my orgasm sent me into ecstasy. I HAD NEVER CUM SO MUCH IN MY LIFE. Even when I was done cumming my orgasm continued and Deacon continued to fuck me. I was whimpering, begging him to stop, so Deacon slowed down, eased off, and finally stopped but still left his hard, pulsing dick in my ass.

Deacon let me catch my breath, but it took a while. I felt like collapsing after that. I was exhausted, my legs were shaking, when Deacon shifted me to the side, pulled his dick out of my ass, and bent down. Deacon looked at me and said, “You are mine, all of you, and we will be united in all things, now open your mouth.” He first licked up the small pool of blood and ass juice that had dripped out of my hole and then he licked up the still warm load I had shot on the table. I opened wide as Deacon leaned over my waiting mouth and fed me all he had licked off the table like a bird feeding a hatchling. Once he had filled my mouth he then began kissing me again, working the cum around our mouths with his tongue.

I breathed a loud sigh as Deacon pulled away. He gently turned me onto my right side, pushed me towards the far side of the table, then laid up on the padded table behind me. It appeared this table had been meant for him, as I then realized how large it really was and easily accommodated his giant frame. Deacon put his right arm under my neck and let my head nestle into the crook of arm. With his left hand he guided his dick back into my hole and I moaned as he slid back in, then took his left arm and draped it over my chest, pulling me tight against him.

I felt so safe, so content, so warm and protected and complete with Deacon’s raw dick filling my ass. Deacon was sweating, and his smell was beyond a masculine musk. It was almost like a wild animal, so intense, and a mix of ripe, sour, just man. Hard to describe, but I closed my eyes, loving feeling his body and smelling this man who had decided to share some hot sex with me. I still did not yet fully understand what was to come.

Deacon began nibbling on my left ear and moving his dick gently in and out of my hole. I moaned and pushed my ass back as my body instinctively wanted more. “I gave you what you wanted,” Deacon whispered, “Now, you will give me what I need.” I thought I just had, but said, “OK, anything, anything you need.” Deacon laughed, his chest rumbled, he shook his head side to side, and said, “I am going to impale you and rip you open anytime I wish as I NEED your pain, tears, blood, and anguish.” No, that couldn’t be right I thought. He was so gentle and loving, I would just tell him no. As if he could read my mind, his huge left hand swung up and caught me on the right side of my head and he said, “Never, EVER, will you question me, do you understand? While I have the power and resources to bring you back from any damage I may do to you in my moments of NEED and pleasure, I have the SAME POWER to leave you in an alley like a rat, to bleed and die alone in tremendous pain. Are we clear?”

For a man who was truly a giant, Deacon was unbelievably fast as in one swift series of motions he yanked his dick out of my ass making me yell, rolled off the padded table and stood up, reached over and grabbed my left arm around my bicep and lifted me off the table and yanked me towards him. I yelped and said, “OWW, stop, that hurts, what the fuck, I…” Deacon slapped me with his left hand and I shut up as he then put his right arm behind my back as he leaned down, put his left arm behind my knees and scooped me up like fucking rag doll. I instinctively put my left arm up around his neck as he turned and carried me through the open double doors, and down the hall. We got to another set of doors that had two of the guards standing in front of them. I was suddenly embarrassed knowing these guys were seing me naked and being carried like a child, but they remained expressionless as they opened the door and Deacon stepped through and the door was closed behind us.

Deacon had taken me into an immense and lavish suite of rooms. It looked like they took up almost the entire floor of the building and I could only look around in awe and amazement at the place and its oversized furnishings, all of which were clearly custom made for him.

I turned my head as we entered a hallway and then a large bedroom. The bed was about four times the size of a normal king size bed, and Deacon tossed me onto it like a sack of potatoes. My teeth jarred and I shook my head to get my bearings as I felt Deacon grab both ankles and pull me back to the edge. He flipped me onto my back, leaned down over me so all I could see were his black, eternal eyes, as Deacon growled, “You are my blood sacrifice. Now you will give me what I NEED YOU AIDS WHORE!!!!”

Stay Tuned for Chapter 4 – The Prince du Sang Reveals My Future

[Hole415]

you are a great writer...i could picture the combination of lust and anguish. can anyone volunteer to serve the DEACON?

[pozpopperpig]

So damn good! Would gladly be HIS sacrifice!

[whthole4u]

Chapter 4 of Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles: Deacon, The Prince du Sang Reveals My Future

Deacon tossed me onto it like a sack of potatoes. My teeth jarred and I shook my head to get my bearings as I felt Deacon grab both ankles and pull me back to the edge. He flipped me onto my back, leaned down over me so all I could see were his black, eternal eyes, as Deacon growled, “You are my blood sacrifice. Now you will give me what I NEED YOU AIDS WHORE!!!!”

The bed Deacon had thrown me on was really high off the ground, and at the perfect level for his dick to have a straight shot into any hole he wanted. Deacon pulled my ass towards him so it was hanging off the bed a little. He then forced his mammoth uncut dick of destruction through my tender and used hole as he held my legs wide apart with one hand around each calf, prying inch after inch of his still hardening dick into me as my body bucked and flopped like a fish on dry land trying to get back to water. Deacon slammed his dick in and fucked without mercy, making me bleed more as he gave me my first taste of his truly merciless raw dick.

Then the pain started, and I screamed and cried from a mix of frustration, confusion, and pain as Deacon ripped me open. What had happened to that loving and passionate man? The pain I had felt before was nothing compared to this. What had Dr Mike done? Why didn’t he stop this? And Charles, Charles lied to me, I was not ready for this, how could I be. How could it hurt so bad after I had just got done riding his dick? Unbelievably Deacon’s dick got even bigger once it was inside me this time. It swelled, grew, and pushed out after each inch entered me, literally impaling me. How could that be? No one’s dick grew that much.

My screams of terror and agony filled the room, and Deacon began to chant, “Yes, YES, SCREAM FOR ME!! Oh that pleases me. To hear my victims scream. YES YES. Oh please me!!”

Deacon’s voice continued to fill the room and my head, getting louder and louder, “I have waited, and waited, and waited, and relished over and over in my mind how wondrous this moment would be when I would be inside of you and the moment in which I would give you pain beyond imagining. BE MY VICTIM, INFUSE ME WITH POWER WITH YOUR PAIN!!” He was like no other man as I would come to learn and I swear when he was tearing me up that first time that his face and body changed into….I don’t know, something, someone, just not him, or was there more than one man, or were they all him? He was a sadist for sure and the more I screamed, the more he enjoyed it.

For his part, Deacon would tell me later that he was always surprised that his victim’s ass twitched, convulsed, and massaged his dick and pulled him in deeper no matter how much the flesh beneath him was screaming in terror – yet he didn’t stopped. His voice was filled with power and resonance as much as his dick was, “BE MY AIDS VICTIM, BE MY VESSEL, SERVE ME AS THE SACRIFICE I NEED. YOUR BLOOD WILL SERVE ME!!”

Deacon continued to fuck me hard and long and it was hard to focus on anything as I was violated and used like I had never been before. This man had amazing stamina and I lost all track and sense of time. Deacon talked as he fucked and when next I focused I heard him say, “And you will be amazed when I cum inside you. I know you love to take a man’s hot load, but you have never experienced anything like it is when I cum. I can cum more than you can imagine or believe, and for a very long time as my semen is filled with so much, so so much to infect and breed you, oh yes, I WILL INFECT YOU! CAN YOU FEEL MY INFECTION? IT HAS ALREADY STARTED, MY BLOOD, MY PRECUM, MY BODY, HAVE ALL BEGUN TO INFECT YOU.”

I could feel it. It was like being in another world that was on a time delay. I felt the pain of him slamming into me in my body, but then it was like 10 seconds later that my mind registered it. What the fuck? It was like being high, what was he doing to me? And the heat. Was it so hot in the room, or was it just me? While the pain was still unbelievable, the slut pig in me that wanted to feel it more took over as I started to holler, “HARDER PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER, MAKE ME BLEED, INFECT – OH GOD PLEASE – PLEASE INFECT ME!!!”

Deacon needed no encouragement, opening my hole wide, making it loose, sloppy, and wet for his raw dick. He had grabbed my forearms tight, pulling them back in an X over my head, with his arms pressed to each side of my head, giving him leverage as he began pulling me forward onto his dick, and giving me contact burns as his big hands clamped down and pressed tight, scraping my skin. I stared in awe and wonder as the muscles all over his body rippled and his tats continued to dance as Deacon pounded my ass. I looked at his arms and was entranced seeing his muscles flex and twist and snake as he power fucked me. The tattoos that covered his arms continued to shift, the letters of the words appeared to change, the other designs seemed to move, celebrating the twisted infection dance that was taking place. To make sure I bled well for him, several times he pulled all the way out and angled his dick as he slammed back in making me dizzy from the pain. Unbelievably I suddenly realized I was taking him balls deep as his huge nut sac started slapping against my upturned ass. I wanted more and started to say over and over, louder and louder, “Breed me in pain and blood, make me the COVENANT, sacrifice me to the COVENANT, INFECT ME FOR THE COVENANT!!”

The room began to shake, I felt a flash of heat and a roaring in my head built to a crescendo as Deacon’s dick swelled inside of me and he prepared my guts to take him. I cried out as Deacon’s hands squeezed my arms harder as he pulled me into his rampaging dick and I thought he was going to break my arms. Deacon was growling, howling, and while his ecstasy built, he too screamed, our voices joining in unison as his body and mine became one as he began to shake, every muscle in his body ready to release the pent up venom and toxins it had prepared for me.

“FEEL MY DEATH IN YOU – TAKE ME BOY – SERVE ME – BE MY AIDS WHORE!!!!” Deacon screamed so loud my ears hurt and I started to feel his dick writhe and expand even more in my shredded hole as he unloaded his toxic gift.

His cum came in *******s and seared by insides, making me cry out from the unexpected new level of pain. Why did it burn so much? Deacon slammed me harder and deeper, on and on as he continued to cum in my ass and I could hear how wet sloshing he was making my hole, and could feel his cum and my ass juice start to run out of my hole in waves each time he pulled back.

“BLEED FOR ME NOW, BLEED FOR ME AND FEEL ME INFECT YOU – YES – YES – FEEL ME TEAR YOUR GUTS APART – FEED ME WITH YOUR PAIN, FEED ME WITH YOUR TERROR – FEED ME WITH YOUR BLOOD!!” Deacon cried louder and louder. Again, the time delay affect played through my head as my body was lost in the pain, I heard terror filled screams, and then my mind registered it was me, but no, that could not be, this was the most amazing fuck of my life! I tried to beg him to please don’t stop, I wanted him deeper, I wanted his cum so bad, I wanted more.

Deacon continued to fill me with cum and again I had no sense of time, but it felt and seemed like he cummed for several minutes. Even after I was convinced he must be done cumming and the searing burning in my guts had settled to a light boil, he kept fucking. I just lay there, trying to focus on how amazing it was to feel this man split me wide open. To feel the heat of his dick so deep inside of me, to be such a part of someone else, or I guess, them being a part of me. I stared at this amazing man as he fucked with abandon, and noticed that at some point he had released my arms, but I had grabbed at his and saw that I had dug long, bloody, red gouges down his forearms as I clawed to hang onto him.

Finally, Deacon began to slow, his raw dick still gouging my insides, but the strokes were slower, more purposeful, focused on scraping every inch of my insides raw to create the perfect bloody welcoming mat for his infected gift. My body started to feel hotter and hotter like I was lying above an open flame. Deacon’s voice cut through my muddled thoughts and said, “Yes, oh YES, you are feeling it, feel my infection spread in you. As a Prince du Sang I have waited so long for the right ass, the right vessel who can serve me and whose body would accept my infection as none before were able to last beyond even the initial exposure to me. Dr Mike assured me you would, and so far you have exceeded all expectations, so we shall see. If you do, you will continue to please me. I will use you and just as you are mine, I am yours, bonded in blood and AIDs and infections beyond believing. You will serve me in many ways, sexually and otherwise and I will also have you fuck and be fucked by many other guys as the COVENANT requires that the infection be spread.”

I was to be his? Was this more than just an extreme fuck?

The heat continued to rise in my body, my vision blurred, my thoughts became fuzzier, and Deacon’s fucking slowed, then stopped, and I barely realized when he pulled his still hard, dripping dick out of my ass. He flipped me onto my stomach and I got a mouth full of bed spread as Deacon spread my cheeks and sated his hunger on copious amounts of ass juice, blood, and his cum my ass served up.

I was feeling really dizzy when Deacon turned me back over, pulled me upright to the edge of the bed and said, “Taste your ass, lick my dick, taste my infection, taste the tang of your blood, taste how wet your ass became. No, no longer an ass, a pussy. A true an real pussy as my dick has relished in destroying every shred of resistance in every inch of your guts. A true pussy slut – aahhh, so good!” Deacon was smiling as he reached into a drawer of the large table by the bed and pulled out a glass jar similar to the one Dr Mike has used when he rubbed the stuff on my hole each night we had been in Chicago. Deacon saw the recognition in my face and said, “Yes, you know what this is, well I should say sort of what this is. What Dr Mike used on you was a ‘lighter’ version shall we say. For times when you and I have been together I will use something a little stronger because I want your hole to tighten right up all brand new so I can savor destroying it all over again and making it my pussy once more.”

Even though I was feeling like hell and so hot with a rampaging fever, and my entire body throbbed from the fucking I just took, I could not help but smile as I wanted Deacon again and again and mumbled, “Thank you Deacon.”

“You are going to be very very sick for a while, sicker then you can imagine,” Deacon continued as he poured some dark liquid into a glass from a pitcher on the table. “Here drink this, it will help you relax for what is to come. While I could hurt you beyond repair I need you to serve me – and those that I choose. Do not get me wrong though as I have no qualms ripping you wide open and watching you bleed like a stuck pig all over me, which you will do often as I savor your pain. You are my sacrifice and even during your sickest moments I will be using you, and you will feel the terror as I brutally fuck you bloody to infect you again and again”

Deacons voice boomed through my head again as I began to fade into unconsciousness from the drink he had just given me, “I AM YOUR SIRE, I AM YOUR AIDS LORD AND PRINCE DU SANG, YOU ARE NOW MY COVENANT AS MADE THROUGH BLOOD AND SACRIFICE.”

Stay tuned for Chapter 5 of the Sire Chronicles: I am Made in Deacon’s Image and My New Soldier Guards

[AlwaysOpen]

Aw damn! Gonna have to shower again- got cum all over myself because of you Whthole !! But really-- thanks for the great writing-- your chapters ALWAYS get me to nut out at least one load-- so good!!

[pozpopperpig]

Fuck yeah! Loved this chapter also! What a great fucking hot story! Came hard reading this one.

[Deeznutts]

Am i up to date? I need the official story order......am I just dumb and don't know how to use the website =(

[whthole4u]

Chapter 5 of the Sire Chronicles: I am Made in Deacon’s Image

“You are going to be very very sick for a while, sicker then you can imagine,” Deacon continued as he poured some dark liquid into a glass from a pitcher on the table. “Here drink this, it will help you relax for what is to come.” Deacons voice then boomed through my head again as I began to fade into unconsciousness, “I AM YOUR SIRE, I AM YOUR AIDS LORD AND PRINCE DU SANG, YOU ARE NOW MY COVENANT AS MADE THROUGH BLOOD AND SACRIFICE.”

Deacon was right, I was sicker than I had ever been, but what ever he kept giving me to drink made me pretty out of it so I remember only bits and pieces of the next several days while I careened in and out of darkness and fevered desperation as his infection tore through me. I thought I heard Dr Mike’s voice at one point and know I felt him touch me, but then Deacon’s voice boomed, “NO,” and when I managed to find the strength to open my eyes Dr Mike was not there. Or had I imagined him?

My eyes slowed opened, flitted, a shadow crossed my face, I went back out – slowly my body awoke, my mind still lagged behind. I was laying on the right side of Deacon’s large bed and as my eyes finally focused flashes of memory began to replay in my mind. I saw my first fuck with Deacon and just the thought made my dick instantly hard and ass throb, then blackness - how I started to feel sick and hot, being so sick, clearly remembering Deacon on me and fucking me with wild abandon and growling while I was puking my guts out and trying to beg him to stop, but he didn’t – more blackness. Fleeting images of someone standing over me, voices all muffled, someone making me drink, all so fuzzy – more blackness.

Deacon, over and over, his voice garbled, his eyes so close to mine, him ripping my ass, my screaming – blackness - a needle in my arm, was that an IV? Who was that man? Blackness – I feel so hot, trying to get up, huge hands pushing me down and Deacon mounting me again, and again, and again – blackness. Deacon’s voice constantly playing in my mind, ‘“I AM YOUR SIRE, I AM YOUR AIDS LORD AND PRINCE DU SANG, YOU ARE NOW MY COVENANT AS MADE THROUGH BLOOD AND SACRIFICE.”

The crush of images slowed, my brain caught up to the present and in this moment I felt, felt, hell I felt great! I still felt a little hot, but felt strong, not tired, my ass did not hurt at all – what was going on?

I slowly pulled the covers back and tossed them to my side. I was naked and as I looked down I noted something new – I had been marked on the outside too – I now had a shiny metal silver ring piercing my foreskin. When did that happen? I had also been given two new tattoos, on the inside of each arm, running part way up were a series of letters and symbols, words I could not understand. The skin around the ink was still red, so they were very new, and as I looked at each the letters and symbols seemed to move and shift, like Deacon’s had and then they settled back. I must still be sick or maybe from being out so long.

I eased myself into a sitting position and swung my legs over the bed. No dizziness, nothing. Wow. I stood up, all good. I could not hear any noise as the door to the bedroom was closed. I slowly walked into the adjoining bathroom and was surprised when I looked in the mirror. I looked healthy. Someone had given me a real short hair cut – damn how long was I out? I actually thought I looked better than I had in a long time, how could that be? I took a long piss, wiped the stray drops off my leg – bad angle from looking around and walked back out. I looked around for some clothes and did not see anything and did not feel right about opening the closets or large armoire. This was his room, so I gently turned the handle to the door, opened it a crack and peeked out thinking I would go back to my room.

I had only gone two steps when Deacon’s strong voice startled me as he said, “Good morning. I see you are up.” I turned to my left and saw Deacon walking down the hallway. The hallway, like everything else in his suite was extra large, but so was Deacon and he still seemed to fill the entire space. He took my breath away as he walked towards me. His skin glistened of sweat, he now had a full beard, but still a bald shaved head, and I could smell his musk even from a good 15 feet away. I was instantly drawn to his gigantic dick swinging as he walked and with each step it seemed to grow. I also caught a hint of silver and realized he had three large metal cock rings around the base of his shaft. DAMN! That was hot and my mouth began to water and ass began to get wet.

I was frozen in place, not out of fear, but lust and hunger and need as every cell in my body reacted to him and I suddenly felt so hot. Deacon stopped in front of me, his dick only inches from my body and I instinctively reached out, touched it, and it jumped in response. I exhaled a huge breath and slowly slid my hand and up and down his shaft, feeling the pulse of his infected blood engorge his dick. I then bent and began licking his dick, inhaling his smell, tasting his salt and sweat, worshipping his dick.

Deacon lifted me back up, looked in my eyes and said, “Come.” I reluctantly let go of his dick, stepped to the side and let him pass, and then followed Deacon into the bedroom. Deacon lay in the middle of the bed and motioned for me to join him. I scrambled up on the bed, still mesmerized, and my need growing in urgency. Once I was kneeling beside him, Deacon placed his big right hand on my right thigh and softly said, “My toxic gift to you has taken. I cannot say how pleased I am. You are the first, the first to take it and survive, the first to be my true genesis.” I didn’t know what I should say, or what he wanted to hear, so spoke from my heart and just said, “Thank you Sir. I am honored to be yours in every way.”

Deacon smiled and replied, “You will serve me now, travel with me, live with me, and you will please me. You no longer exist to the outside world. You have no family beyond me and those I choose to share you with. You have no friends, and you will live only to obey me.” I shivered as his words began to sink in. So Dr Mike was not coming for me after all. Neither was Charles or Roger or anyone else. They had left me, but right then I knew I wanted to serve only Deacon and suddenly it felt like a great weight had been lifted from shoulders.

The veins on Deacon’s now raging hard dick were throbbing as he continued, “You will be well taken care of in all ways and will want for nothing, as you can see, I live very well – but for every gift there is a price – and for the gift I have given you – that price is feeding me when I need it, feeding me with your pain and agony.” Deacon’s strong hands grabbed me and pulled me onto his chest and roughly spread my legs across his torso so I was laying on top of him, my ass raised and waiting. I began to shake as his voice went deeper and louder, the evil tone thick and heavy as his hands dug into the flesh of my hips and he pushed my ass back against his dripping dick. My ass was tight but wet from need and hunger, yet it still felt like a fist trying to punch through my hole as Deacon growled, “NOW SUBMIT and BLEED for YOUR LORD AND MASTER – SACRIFICE YOURSELF AS I RIP YOU OPEN, FEEL ME INSIDE YOU!!!!” Deacon’s hands pulled my cheeks apart and pushed me back to meet the head of his dick and my screams of agony from the white hot pain were drowned out by the roar of ecstasy from Deacon as his massive dick punched through my ass ring.

My body knew Deacon, welcomed him, joined with him, and I was united with him in my pain. Deacon’s big arms wrapped around my body as he held me close to his chest and pummeled my ass. He continued to talk as he fucked, “As your SIRE we will explore sex in all of its ecstatic glory and taboo, wickedness and wonder. I need you used, - yes open your hole for me – let me feed off your pain. Every day, I will leave you exhausted and beyond used, all limits shattered, soaked in my cum, blood, spit, piss, suffer in my service.”

I was nothing under Deacon’s power and totally gave in as he split me open and rode my gaping hole. His black raw dick was so amazing, and I felt hot again like the first time, but this was not quite the same and seemed to heighten the intensity of the fuck.

Deacon had amazing stamina and fucked me for a long time. While he enjoyed and fed off my pain, my body began to respond and after a while I was trying to push back on his dick, to meet every thrust as I wanted him to go still deeper. Deacon felt me pushing and in one swift movement stopped fucking, swung his whole body around, and stood up still holding me impaled on his dick. I hung onto him tight as the initial jolt of him standing drove his dick even deeper into my abused hole and I cried out, making him fuck even harder.

Deacon did not stop fucking and angled his body slightly forward so that with every thrust up my ass bounced against his hips and the tops of his tree trunk thighs. He continued to bounce me up and down on his dick and worked to shift his angle and knew he was going deeper when my cries intensified. I was now able to look up into his face, directly into his eyes of the darkest black and deepest evil. The tattoos all over his body were dancing and shifting again, signaling the death force he was preparing to share. I cried out again as he scraped my gut walls and Deacon’s voice boomed, hurting my ears and shaking the walls as he shot a load deep up into my ass, “YES, YES, FEEL ME BREED YOU WITH MY INFECTED CUM!!

My ass was dripping blood, and ass juice, and his fresh cum. It burned deep when he shot, but again, my body welcomed it, needed it, and my insides felt even hotter. Deacon bounced me up and down working his toxic cum deep in my bowels. After a while, Deacon stopped, and with me still spit roasted on his dick, he walked into his dressing room. This room was off to the left between the bedroom and bathroom and was a large area with three floor to ceiling mirrored walls, where the two side walls were angled, giving one a 180 degree view of yourself.

Deacon stood in the center of the mirrored room and began to fuck my sloppy ass again, bouncing me up and down on his dick, trying to force himself even further up inside of me as I hung onto him with all my strength. I glanced to my left and then my right seeing our reflections upon reflections and the site of Deacon fucking me in image up image was glorious!! His muscles rippled, his body glistened, his tats danced, and my body sung in ecstasy with every bareback inch of his dick that was thrust into me.

Wait, what was that? I craned my neck further and could see the large biohazard tat on my back. The colors were so much more intense, that tat looked like it had more depth, and like Deacon’s seemed to shift, move, almost like it was alive. I was lost in thought until Deacon suddenly lifted me up and off of his dick making me yelp as his dick pulled my guts with it. I found my footing as Deacon bent me over facing the mirror on the left. I placed my palms flat and watched in wonder as Deacon lined up his dick and then drove it back up my ass. I began to beg and scream, “BREED ME, PLEASE BREED ME, I AM YOUR COVENANT, PLEASE FUCK ME, BURN ME WITH YOU AIDS CUM!!”

Deacon bellowed, growled, dug his hands into my flesh and slam fucked me harder than I could have imagined I could take. But I took it all and wanted more and even as my legs shook and my arms felt week, and I did not want him to stop. Within seconds my body began to tense and without quite realizing what was happening my own dick started spewing thick streams of cum like a hose that had just been unkinked. Stream after stream shot out and hit the mirror, sliding down and creating trails of glistening cum making my ass clench tighter with each orgasmic spasm. I knew Deacon was close when his dick grew, gripping my guts even tighter as he started pulling out and slamming in, pulling out and slamming in and I was soon rewarded with the burning force of his cum searing my guts once more. HIS CUM WAS WHAT I NEEDED, WHAT I CRAVED! Deacon yanked his dick out quickly, making me cry out once again. He pulled me after him back to the bed, picked me and laid me on the right side, then walked around and climbed in.

I lay on my side as Deacon got up behind me, slid his dick back up my cum filled ass and held me like he had the first time, with his right arm under my neck so I could rest my head on his big forearm, and his left arm over my chest, pulling me close to him as his still hard dick filled my ass – right where it belonged.

I cannot explain how it felt to lay like that. The heat of him inside of me, the heat from his cum, the heat of his body against mine. While I knew he could be brutal and fed off my terror and pain, I also knew he would always protect me and guide me. I had so much I wanted to say, so many questions I wanted to ask, but as I opened my mouth to speak Deacon covered my mouth with his left hand and said, “Shhh, not now. You and I will speak of everything tomorrow.”

Deacon continued, “Today, today I will fuck you in ways you have never imagined. You will bleed for me more than you can believe possible, and you will feel me in ways you can not yet understand. To start though, feel my piss fill your guts and you better hold it all in.”

All I could do was mumble into his hand, “PLEASE FUCK ME,” as he continued to fill me with his piss and I continued to hunger for his dick and infected cum. He was my SIRE, I was his COVENENT, I was MADE NOW IN HIS IMAGE as his infection had burned through my veins and forever changed my body and soul.

Deacon fucked me for hours, and every minute he was inside me I hungered for more as he fed my ass load after load of cum and then piss. The battle that brewed within me between the pain and the ecstasy was something I had never experienced so intently. Every searing pain was met with ecstasy and I became lost in my need to please and serve Deacon even as my bloody and bruised body cried out for a break.

Evening descended and I was laying on my back with my ass raised up under several pillows, my arms up and hands hanging onto the back of Deacon’s head as his giant body shadowed over me, his eyes boring into mine, and his mammoth dick plowing me deep. Every stroke pushed his infected cum deeper into me, and whatever slid out he would reach down, scoop up with his fingers, and feed me. His cum was literally thick and chunky like cottage cheese and he seemed to be able to produce and endless supply. The taste – at first – was like rotten meat and just as it had in my ass, swirling his cum in my mouth felt like I was being burned. Again I begged him to fuck me harder and deeper and Deacon made my teeth clang together as he beast fucked my guts, giving me his AIDs cum over and over.

I went to sleep that night with Deacon’s dick still in my ass after he had filled me again with his piss. His dick had expanded and knotted out, lodging itself deep, ensuring that nothing leaked out as we slept.

STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 6 – DEACON'S GIFTS and I MEET MY NEW GUARDS

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This story is so fucking hot... I would love to b the covenant

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Damn! As always, can't wait for the next hot fucking chapter!

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Chapter 6 of the Sire Chronicles: DEACON’S GIFTS and I MEET MY NEW GUARDS

I begged him to fuck me harder and deeper and Deacon made my teeth clang together as he beast fucked my guts, giving me his super-toxic cum over and over. I went to sleep that night with Deacon’s dick still in my ass after he had filled me again with his piss. His dick had expanded and knotted out, lodging itself deep, ensuring that nothing leaked out as we slept.

When I awoke it was to Deacon starting to fuck me again and blessing me with another load. Once he finished, he quickly pulled his dick out, making me scream. Deacon loved that and slammed in and pulled out a few more times, savoring my agony. The last time he pulled out, his dick was followed by a rush of piss, cum, blood, and ass juice, and Deacon telling me, “Not a drop is wasted, what you cannot keep in you will clean up, now LICK IT UP!!”

I got on my hands and knees and licked up my mess as Deacon went to the bathroom and got in the shower. I followed and like a crack addict had to have more and backed up onto his ever-hard dick as the water cascaded around us so he could fill me up again. When we were done I toweled Deacon off, following his instructions on how best to serve him. Deacon then left the bathroom and let me get ready to meet him for breakfast. Everything had been set out for, so I brushed my teeth, dried off, took a piss and made sure to keep his piss and cum up my ass which was not easy at all. My ass was gaping and leaking, so I repeatedly had to wipe myself with my hand and lick it clean.

I went to the dining room, still naked as ordered, and sat to Deacon’s right. He was at the head of a large, ornate, wood table that was set for a meal for the two of us and soon his butler appeared with trays and served our food. He left, and I could not help staring at Deacon as my ass twitched and I realized I just wanted more dick. Deacon laughed and said, “Even after all of that, you still want more?” I shook my head yes as I shamefully hung my head. Deacon reached over with his right hand, lifted my chin so I could meet his eyes and said, “NEVER feel shame for desiring me, or for anything that you need, want, or that I ask you to do. You – we – are the COVENANT and you continue to please me beyond my imagining. I see now that you were truly made for me as not once did you ask me to stop, not once did you try to run from me. You understood what I needed and did everything you could to let me feed and have it. It has been many many years since my soul was fed so well by such pure, strong pain, and the physical enjoyment too of course. So, I promised you that today we would speak about anything you wished, so what do you wish to know?”

My mind was so focused on sex, I had not thought about that. What did I want to know? I now knew I was his and he was my life, so no sense asking about that. So I asked about his tattoos, and how they seemed to shift, move, change colors. Deacon’s eyes narrowed as he said, “You can see that? Hmmm….another surprise you have for me as that is a truly special talent. The simplest answer is each one of my tattoos is sacred, and has great meaning, as does the tattoo on your back does it not? Just as you earned that, each of mine were earned, and as we are together you shall earn yours as well, just as you did those,” he said pointing to the new tats on the insides of my wrist. “But what do they mean?” I asked. Deacon shook his head and said, “In time you may learn that, but for now all you must understand is that they have great power and are a great honor.”

I was still curious, but decided to move on and asked about how I would serve him. Deacon was quiet a moment and said, “Just as you were of service to Dr Mike in spreading infection, and AIDS, and death and destruction, you will serve me as well. You are my genesis and are more infected than even Dr Mike can truly fathom. Not just your cum and blood is toxic, but for some, even your sweat, spit, skin can pass the virus along in the same way I passed mine to you.”

Deacon continued, “You and I will be travelling. I know Dr Mike explained to you about the Covenant and the regional AIDs lords. You will continue to support their work in Tier 1 regions, but in addition, you and I will travel to Tier 2 areas and you will be the bait. You will recruit those that I target, men and boys in positions of power and access to bodies such as college professors, company executives, other leaders of various types in churches, towns, prisons, and other institutions. You will infect them in whatever way is required as a bottom, or as Dr Mike taught, a top when needed to accomplish the goal. In addition, you will train and develop those that you infect to the cause, to the COVENANT, teach them the joy of infecting and breeding. I am trusting you to lead them to my cause, the need to breed and seed and they will then serve me too in their way. Do you understand?”

I shook my head yes as his words sank in, and then was hit by a wall of anxiety or fear I guess similar to what I felt when Dr Mike had me breed and infect the first boy. Deacon knew what I was feeling, as he seemed to know everything, and said, “Remember, none of this work – and that is what it is – will change our COVENANT. You and I are one now and always will be.” His smile of reassurance and soothing words took away any concern.

Deacon then said, “I know you have wondered why Dr Mike had you trained in other skill sets. In addition to what I require of you for my own needs and to spread your toxic gift, you will also be my personal companion. Yes, I have staff and you will have your own staff as well, but their roles are limited and I prefer to have you serve in certain roles such as helping me get ready as I wish, or sleep with me when I wish, or just spend time with me. You will have your own suite, which you will see soon, but I will often want you with me.” My face must have lit up as I wanted nothing more than to serve him and I realized not just sexually. Deacon smiled and continued, “Dr Mike had you begin training in business matters as you will be the face of my businesses, the public face of COVENANT INC. As you can see I tend to be noticed and I need discretion to carry out my work. Your training in this area will continue and intensify. I have the best experts in the world running my businesses, but starting now they will always come to you to convey what is needed and you will then covey that to me and vice versa.”

“In summary,” Deacon said, “You will never speak of me to anyone, period. I have remade you to be my personal travel companion, assistant, valet, and of course you will ensure all of my needs are addressed. You will continue to be fucked by other men and to fuck others too to pass your strains, but I will use you – often and brutally, and when I am inside you is the only time you may try to resist me, otherwise you will obey me at all times. I am you SIRE and my soul now thirsts for your pain and anguish and I may use you anytime I wish, any where, any way, any how. When you have pleased me well I will make love to you in the ways that you desire most.” I sighed, knowing my life had changed forever and could think of nothing better.

While I did not miss Dr Mike now like I did in that first moment, I was curious and asked where he was and if he was OK and if Deacon had fucked him. Deacon laughed, “No no he is not for me, no no, yes he serves me, but in a different way as you know. I watched how loyal you were to your Dr Mike, and yes, even a little bit of love I think. I also saw how he looked at you with an attachment that I do not think he truly realized. While I could easily force such devotion on you, I will not. In some things, such as this, I will wish to see your own will, your own desire, your own mind and thought and choice. You may never find what you consider to be love with me, or you might, but either way you know in your heart that I will always guide and protect you and will keep you safe now no matter what. You are mine, yet you may have your Lionel or someone else for that if you wish and I will not object. As I have said I will let many men fuck you, and use you, and you may have sex with anyone you choose as long as it does not interfere with your duties. However, also know that I will only have sex with you, for practical reasons you can understand, and other reasons that for now do not matter.” That surprised me, and I shook my head, looked at Deacon and said, “Truly, I just want to be yours in every way. I will do everything you ask and more, and I am honored you have chosen me. I do love being fucked and taking cum, but even with Dr Mike, it was a way for me to serve him. But there was always a wall, a barrier, I could never serve him in every way like I know I have, and will continue to do with you.”

Deacon pulled me out of my chair and over towards him and began kissing me long and hard, his dick rising and getting snagged in the table cloth making me laugh. I just wanted to collapse in his arms again, but he let me go and I sat back down. “You will not return to DC,” Deacon said, affirming what I already knew, “Well at least not now and not to the life you knew before. You will see Uncle Jack again as he made a special request on that to ensure your genesis would help him in his mission and for his own personal pleasure as he has something special planned for you I understand.” I thought back to the rough fuck Uncle Jack had given me at his crack house and my dick got instantly hard. Deacon knew and smiled.

We had almost finished eating when Deacon said, “I mentioned that you would have your own staff. Even here, at COVENANT, only a select few of the staff are aware of me at any level. They will all know you, and will treat you with the respect and courtesy your position mandates. You will start out with your own personal butler, one of the harnessed serving boys, and a pair of private guards. We hire only the best, and these four will serve you in every way and in everything you ask including sex if you desire, no questions, and I will not interfere with them unless they do not do as you wish and if that happens, they understand the punishment is extreme and severe. They will travel with us as needed, but always separately, and they will never see me or hear you speak of me, understand?” I nodded.

Deacon’s butler appeared again on some secret signal, and in looking at him I realized he looked almost the same as the others I had seen. Early 20’s, very polished, smart and clearly loyal. Deacon indicated him and said, “Follow Micah. The large closet and dressing area in my bedroom on the far side is for you. You will find a complete set of clothes for all occasions in there, a duplicate of what is in your own suite. My suite is your home now as well, but for those times when we wish, you have your own space too. The suite has been built and decorated based on your preferences and tastes, but you may change anything you wish. Gut it if you want and start again, I do not care, as that is yours. So, get dressed and Micah will introduce you to your staff.”

I was thinking about what my suite may look like and how he knew so much about me when Deacon said, “I must leave town to handle some business that I delayed during your conversion. I will be gone for a couple of days and you are not yet strong enough to travel with me, so you will stay here. Take this time to familiarize yourself with your staff, with COVENANT, with the rest of the staff, and anything you may need, just ask Micah, he oversees all of the staff here and even yours report to him. Of course Micah in turn will follow any request or order from you as if it came from me.” The thought of Deacon leaving sent a rush of anxiety, loss, and longing through me. I was not ready to be separated from him yet.

I stood up from the table, my dick still hard in hunger for Deacon, but I was not embarrassed as Deacon smiled and watched me follow Micah back to the bedroom who showed me my closet, asked if I needed any assistance, and then left. I picked out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but skipped the shoes as I loved being barefoot and was just going down the hall. I returned to the dining room and Deacon was now sitting a little back from the table, his monster dick swollen and dripping a stream of precum that was staining the plush tan carpet. I practically ran over to him, dropped onto my knees and started licking his piss slit. The first drops of his precum burned my lips and tongue, but I wanted more, and slurped all over his dick to get every drop I could. Deacon grabbed the back of my head with both his hands, held my mouth over the apple sized head of his dick and pushed me down onto him.

His dick head was too big to go straight into my mouth, but I found by shifting around that if I tilted my head a little and angled more to the side, I just barely fit it in. Deacon moaned as my tongue and mouth covered his head and immediately began trying to force his dick down my throat. Once the head was in I was able to get straight again and tried opening my mouth further. Deacon now pushed his hips forward and my head down, choking the breath out of me as his dick filled my throat and blocked my airways. I gagged, choked, my body convulsed as I tried to puke but Deacon did not stop and just kept forcing his dick in as far as it would go. Once he was satisfied I had all I could take, Deacon banged my throat hard, fucking me hard, pulling back a little and slamming forward trying to make my throat open like my ass did. I was starting to blackout from the lack of air and just as I was on the edge Deacon shot his AIDs filled cum down my throat. HIS CUM WAS LIKE HOT KNIVES, slicing my throat open as it ran down my insides. Oh shit! It scalded me and burned me and when it hit my stomach my gut clenched tight and heaved in waves. Deacon pulled his dick out of my mouth and held it in front of my face until I caught my breath and could lick him clean.

“One last thing,” Deacon said as I was still on my knees, “I have specially chosen your new guards not only for their technical skills, but, well, you will see. You may let them fuck you as you wish, or not, that is up to you, as I said, you are always mine now no matter what. Micah is waiting for you by the front door and will now escort you to your suite and I will see you on my return.” I nodded, stood up, then leaned in and let Deacon lick my face clean as he kissed me hard good-bye.

I went to the front door and found Micah waiting. He opened the door, we stepped into the hall, and Deacon’s two guards, all dressed in black, were at their posts. I followed Micah down the hall and to the right to the end of a short hallway. There was another butler standing by a large set of wooden doors who looked almost like Micah’s clone, and one of the harnessed boys. I did not see my guards as Micah said, “This is Jonas, he will serve you as you wish, as do I, and I am happy to meet with you at your convenience to discuss the additional rules and protocol we have in place for our staff that serve on this level, and those that serve the rest of COVENANT. Unless you have any questions I will leave you now to attend to other matters and please call if you need me.” I shook my head, Micah left, and I looked at Jonas who was standing at attention. I then looked at the harnessed boy who like the others, was very young, smaller, hairless, and his eyes were downcast to the floor. I asked, “What is your name?” He did not answer, but Jonas said, “He has no name Sir, he is just here to serve. You may choose to call him whatever you wish, but I understand that generally names must be earned. However, he will answer to anything and like myself, is here to attend to all of your needs, whatever they may be.”

Hmm, neither one of them were really my thing, especially as I was still savoring the taste of Deacon’s foul and burning cum.

“Ok, might as well show me around,” I said. Jonas opened the door and I stepped through into the long entry hall followed by him and the boy. As I entered the large living room I saw a tall blond man pacing back and forth, dressed in the same black uniform as the other guards. He turned, stopped, stared, and I did the same as I could not believe it. There, standing before me in all of his soldierly glory was Captain Baker who I had met months back as told in the story The Soldiers –supporting the troops –the Dr Mike Way. Jonas bowed and left with the harness boy and I just stood there staring as Captain Baker walked over and hugged me hard.

I pulled away and started to pepper him with questions, “What are you doing here? How did,…I don’t understand…I thought……What….” Captain Baker stopped me as he tried kissing me, but I deflected his kiss as I did not want to share Deacon’s cum and did not know how it would affect him. I was surprised how nice it made me feel to see him again. We were still holding each other with Baker kissing my neck and cheeks when a loud voice interrupted us and said, “Well, well, well, guess Puppy found his boy after all.” I turned and coming out of the hall, dressed in the same black uniform, with a cigarette in his mouth and looking as menacing as the last time I saw him – Captain Fontaine. He laughed, shook his head, put his cigarette out in an ashtray on the table as Captain Baker tensed up and seemed ready to fight. Captain Fontaine stepped between us as he pushed Baker back away from me a couple steps and said, “Ol’Fontaine’s thinking these new orders ain’t so bad after all. If I recall, you opened that hole right up for me when I came to your house and made you my own AIDs bitch and left you full of so much southern cum and tore you up, bet you didn’t walk right for days!!”

Fontaine continued laughing as he walked away, pulling his black t-shirt off over his head and went to the table and tapped a new cigarette out of the pack. Baker stood back, looking at me with bewilderment, confusion, and hurt not quite understanding what he just heard. Oh hell!

I was trying to figure out what to say, how to explain, when Fontaine’s voice interrupted my thoughts, “And were these your idea?” I glanced at Fontaine as he was fingering small rings that now pierced each nipple. “Ol’Puppy’s got em too,” Fontaine said, “I knew this was no regular assignment went they said I had to get my God damn nipples pierced! That’s hardly Army airborne standard.” Fontaine had continued to get undressed as he talked and now stood stark naked except for his boots, holding his lit cigarette up and taking a long, hard drag, while stroking his hardening dick with his left. “So are you just going to stand there or what? I need some ass now!” Fontaine growled, but with an evil smirk on his face. I looked at Baker who now looked truly angry. He glared at Fontaine and opened the door and left the suite, letting the large double doors slam behind him on his way out. I knew he would not get far as the other soldiers would make sure of that.

Fontaine walked over to me as I stood looking at the closed door, ready to go after Baker and grabbed my left arm hard, spun me around to face him and looked in my eyes as he exhaled a long stream of smoke into my face. Fontaine’s mammoth dick was now almost fully hard and poking me in the gut as he pulled me closer. “Don’t you worry about Puppy,” Fontaine said. “You and me, we got some catching up to do. I’ve been missing that nice wet ass of yours and really enjoyed how you served me and let me dig up in there when I came to your place and made you my own personal faggot. I loved how you shined my boots, made me some drinks, and most of all faggot – I loved tearing that hole to shreds as I beat the shit out of you faggot and made you my own little AIDs bitch. I know you hurt for days after I planted my DNA virus in that faggot hole of yours. Ol’Fontaine’s got a load that needs milking, and you’re either gonna help me out willing, or not, but either way I plan to dump this seed nice and deep.”

I stood thinking as Fontaine put the cigarette in his mouth, his hands flashed out and closed around my throat as he said through clenched teeth, ”TELL ME FAG – YOU WANT SOME REAL SOLDIER DICK?”

I looked down at Fontaine’s dripping dick and decided Captain Baker better learn his place now and get over it. He and Fontaine were now my soldiers and part of their mission was to keep my ass happy! Fontaine laughed in horny glee as I smiled back at him, nodded as best I could with his hands around my throat, and tried taking off my clothes. I needed some cum up my ass and I had just man available to give me what I needed.

Stay tuned for future stories with Deacon and my soldier guards, Captain Baker and Captain Fontaine, as well as my travels to serve Deacon across the country visiting bookstores, colleges, armed forces bases, and more, as well as a trip home to see Uncle Jack, Lionel, and others. Will I see Dr Mike again?

[JamesL100]

it's the best with bare black dick

[pozpopperpig]

What a perfect situation!

[lover4you]

brilliant story...gets better n better