The Breeders Market – The Tours and Training Begin: A Sire Chronicles Story

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Breeders Market - Day 6: Double brother dick down - the STALLION TWINS – As his unbelievable, 14-inch black dick slid into my ass I remembered a line I read someplace that said, “Having a thirst so mighty it cast a shadow.” That was me, a thirsty, shadow covered, bareback cum slut who had taken so much raw dick and cum since I had been visiting my BREEDERS MARKET in Southeast Washington, DC. My drug and dick induced haze was pierced by the voice of the man now getting ready to use me, “You ready to get that hole ground up like hamburger?” My breath caught in my throat, my guts cramped, I let out a long sigh as the sweat trickled into my eyes and dripped onto the leather covered fuck bench I was laying on knowing I was going to take the biggest dick I had ever seen. Friday had started out with Lionel fucking me, and the more he was inside me the more I knew I cared about him, wanted him, needed him, not just now but forever – and his tat said it all - SOULJA LOVER. But all of those feelings were soon pushed to the back as he had taken me to be gang fucked in the Ring-of-Death and the last man to bareback me and nutt in me using all that infected cum for lube was a tall basketball player type guy with a 12-inch dick who had written the word ‘Mine’ on my back before he left. Lionel had then led me back to his apartment, pulling me close to him with his blinged out collar around my neck, and the chain around his fist. The two, armed guards who escorted us through the secret passages in COVENANT kept talking about what a slut I had been and how good my cummy ass had felt. Lionel agreed, and as we waited for the elevator he pressed me against the wall, his breathe rich and foul from his smoke while his mouth covered mine and he kissed me long and hard and said, “You my slut, remember that, and you did Daddy so proud. Time to get ready for another round, and I have something new to show you that will be unveiled when we open for business tonight.”

Back in Lionel’s apartment he had me hit a blunt, my high kicked back up and it made my ass feel so hot. I knew the only thing to put out that fire was raw dick. Lionel refused all attempts to let me at his dick, or to shower, and after a quick inspection of my ass to make sure I was not dirty – just nasty from cum – he let me toss on a t-shirt, jeans, snapped the collar back on me and led me to a section of COVENANT’s warehouse complex I had not been in before. “The STOCKYARD and our private rooms where the Mares get fucked and used are basically for those tops who wants some raw ass. While we get some secondary infections of the tops here, it does not provide any options for those bottoms looking for raw dick and a deep dick breeding,” Lionel was explaining as we walked. “DC is fucking full of bottoms, many of them with cash to spend, so tonight we premiere a new service, the STALLION RANCH. Think of the RANCH as a high-end gloryhole/bookstore. The bottoms pay to enter, they are greeted by our concierge staff who will explain the rules to them and then they are escorted to our lounge where they can drink, select from the party favor tray, or get right down to business by selecting the STALLION they want.” Wow, I always loved taking anonymous dick at the bookstore, but part of the appeal for me was how seedy it was and Lionel seemed to read my mind as he said, “The RANCH has several options, including a maze area that is rough, dirty, dark, and perfect for those bottoms looking for something just a little nasty. If they see a STALLION dick they like sticking through a hole, they can suck it or ride it, whatever they want and move on. But for those who prefer something a little more special, I have designed a series of high-end gloryhole rooms for them, and that is what I want to show you now.” We passed through a large metal door that had the outline of the head of a horse on it, painted in white with bright red eyes that if one looked closer enough you could see were really biohazard symbols. Once on the other side we were greeted by the concierge staff who were shirtless, dressed in white pants like the Stable Masters, but were of varying heights and sizes. Lionel then showed me the lounge, and sitting around a couple of tables were several naked men drinking and smoking, some of whom I recognized from my gang-fuck earlier. Lionel motioned to them, and they all stood up for inspection as he said, “These are some of our STALLIONS. They have all been charged, infected, and converted with shots of your blood, and I have pulled the biggest dicked, nastiest mother-fuckas that the DC/Baltimore area has to offer, and even a few from New York City to Atlanta. You got a little taste of what some of them have and as you will notice, like our MARES, the STALLIONS are all branded with the biohazard brand and an additional mark noting whose stable they belong too. But instead of just one brand, they have two, one between their belly button and their dick and another on their right bicep. More importantly, none of them have less than 9-inches, most are bigger, and all have been trained in how to prep a bottom’s ass to get it ripe for their infected cum, ripe and bloody I should say.” At that a few of them began rubbing their dicks. “We do have a couple smaller dicked guys on hand if needed, but our goal is make those bottoms hungry for bigger dick that will really rough them up. Come on, let me show you the gloryhole rooms I mentioned.”

I smiled at the STALLIONS as we passed by and made a mental note I wanted to feel a couple of them again for sure. We passed through a leather covered swinging door and into a dimly lit hall with a series of doors on either side, and a concierge staffer indicated the second door on our right, which was open. I noticed each door had a single light above it, most were green, one was red, so I asked what that meant and Lionel said, “If the light is green the room is unoccupied, and also note all of these rooms are sound proofed so no one can hear any of the fun going on once the door is closed.” Made sense. We entered a small foyer. Right in front of us was another open door and on the wall at both ends of the foyer was a video screen playing porn and between the second door and the end walls there were gloryhole openings. We entered the inner room, which contained one of the fuck benches on the left in front of one gloryhole, a bar set up with various liquor and drugs, a large video screen playing more porn, and two large leather chairs. “This,” Lionel said, “Is for those bottoms who want a little more privacy and gives them all the options they could want. Once they pick their STALLION – or they can have our staff just choose one and it can be anonymous – the bottom can come in here, get fucked through that gloryhole while he is on the bench, or he can kneel at that one and suck dick or bend over and get fucked. Or he can invite the STALLION in the room to use him and take advantage of any of the toys, chains, collars, and other items we have. And for those couples where the partner wants to watch his bottom get used, we have some relaxing chairs for him to sit and watch the show. So what do you think?” I sat in one of the leather chairs, looking around, letting my mind imagine all of the fun one could have in that room as Lionel set out a series of his blunts, lit one, and said, “Hit this slut. I want to put you through your paces, you ready to please your Daddy dick again?” I anxiously inhaled the harsh smoke and got slammed as a thousand little needles pierced my brain and the world spun a bit. Lionel laughed, “Yeah, I should have warned you, this is a new and improved mix because I have a special gift for you tonight. Now smoke up and come suck on this dick.” Lionel unlatched the chain from my collar, I quickly stripped, sat down on the warm leather chair, grabbed the blunt, and hit it again. “Bend over slut, I want that booty fucked right, so let me rub some of this good Richmond crystal up in there.” Lionel dipped his finger in the powder covering a glass tray and roughly forced two fingers up my hole and coated my guts with crystal. The mix of the crystal and the smoke was intense and I felt like I could barely stand and suddenly Lionel’s voice seemed 100 miles away.

Lionel then pointed to the gloryhole on the left where there was a nice thick, white dick sticking through. “Swallow that dick for Daddy, show me you can suck a good juicy one.” There was a padded leather pillow, which I slid against the wall and knelt in front of the gloryhole and started to suck the dick sticking through. The hole was elongated and seemed designed to accommodate someone real tall, or shorter, and was wide enough so that when the top pressed against the wall, I could suck him almost to the base without hitting the wall. The edges of the hole had a soft, rubber gasket around it, so no risk of splinters or anything else and I soon became lost in trying to choke down the dick that was offered and was rewarded with a mouth full of hot, steamy cum. I licked my lips, stood up, and saw Lionel was in one of the chairs, naked, stroking his dick and biting his lip like he always did when he was watching me get used. I went back over to Lionel, took the blunt he handed me and hit it twice, the smoke stinging my eyes, my lungs tightening, the spinning in my head speeding up like a bullet train. I opened my eyes to see Lionel with a big shit eating grin on his face as he said, “Look who has come back for another round, our buddy Gabe.” I turned and almost dropped the blunt as I recognized the 12-inch dicked top who was the last one to rape fuck me earlier. Gabe was standing there with no shirt on, long basketball shorts, smoking a joint, smiling, and rubbing the huge bulge now tenting his shorts. Lionel said, “Show him,” so Gabe put the joint between his lips as the smoke curled round his face making him squint a little as with both hands he slid his shorts down, freeing his giant horse dick. My eyes immediately focused on something else, the red, raw, and pulsing biohazard brand just below his belly button. Lionel laughed, “Our boy here wanted to be a STALLION, but I had to be sure he had what it took, so earlier was his – let’s say – his tryout and since he passed with flying colors, I immediately had my guys mark him. I set the blunt down, stumbled over, knelt in front of his swaying black dick and reached out to rub my fingers across his fresh brand. ‘WHAT THE FUCK!” Gabe yelled as he slapped me across the face, “That shit hurts.” I started to apologize as he grabbed my arm, yanked me up, tossed me over the fuck bench and tried pushing his big dick back up into my ass. My hole was dry and clenched from the crystal so Lionel suggested, “Lick that hole, use your spit man, then I want to see you rape it again if you still got it in you.” Gabe pushed me back down on the bench, roughly spread my cheeks, and started spitting into my hole like a man on a mission. I tried to rise up to ask for the blunt, but Gabe dropped his weight on me to hold me down, put his head down by my left ear, and whispered so only I could hear, “MINE.” As I remembered he had written that on my back, Gabe’ dick pierced my hole, I struggled and tried to get up, but he grabbed both wrists, held my arms out forward and pushed his dick further in. I screamed, “UUUGHHHH NOOOOO,” as Gabe started giving me long, deep strokes of raw dick, tearing my ass that was still pretty dry, and continuing to push in a little further with every motion of his hips. Lionel was yelling now, “That’s it slut, fight him, try to get him off, I need to know I got a Stallion on deck that ain’t afraid to rape those bottoms that change their minds about the infected breeding they came here for. Gabe says he’s my man for that, but I’m not sure I believe him. Are you that man Gabe? You the man to make those bottom sluts bleed for that dick you swinging? You the man to put the beat down on them? Drug them if need be? Bruise them up if need be? Do ANYTHING to infect their pink holes? I’m not convinced Gabe, not convinced at all, you got to show me something better.” Gabe was grunting and groaning and moaning in agreement until Lionel said that, he then stopped, yanked his dick out of my ass making me scream, and as I slid off the fuck bench I was overcome with the realization my high was wearing down and this boy may be more than I wanted.

CLINK – the sound of the chain snapping into my collar made me look up at Gabe, who was standing over me, staring with eyes so fucking intense as his upper lip curled slightly in a sadistic smile. He then yanked on the chain, pulling me off the floor as I begged to be able to hit the blunt, but all I got in reply was Lionel telling Gabe to show him he was the rapist he needed. Gabe dragged me to the end of the fuck bench, pushed me up on it so my face was inches from the other gloryhole and I heard a CLINK as Gabe attached the chain for my collar to an eyehook set in the wall. Gabe then stepped away, came back, I felt him wrap leather cuffs around my right hand, he then twisted my arm behind my back, cuffed my left hand, and CLINK, connected them together with an metal eye hook. I laid my head to the side to try to see him as he bent down, cuffed and anchored my left ankle to the fuck bench, then went to the other side and cuffed and anchored my right. Gabe then used the controls on the fuck bench to adjust the height a little bit before taking both hands and driving his nails deep into the flesh of my hips before pulling me back towards the end of the bench, the chain at my neck twanging as it snapped taught. I was totally trussed up, tied down, and my ass was all his. Gabe gently ran his big hands up and down my spine making me shiver. He then traced a path down each leg, up my sides, around my arms, and then leaned back over me and whispered again, “MINE.” Lionel was frantic now with sexual need, “OH MY FUCKING GOD NICCA – that’s the shit I’m talking about. Now what are you going to do? Huh? Come on man, show me how you are going to breed those pink holes.” Gabe stepped up to the taunts, nestled his big dick head at my hole, dug his nails into me even deeper and SLAMMED HIS DICK UP MY ASS! My screams seemed so soft, I was not sure I had even made a noise, or maybe it was the white hot pain, the soundproofing, or the drugs, or fuck who knew. My neck snapped back and forth, but the collar and chain to the wall held me tight. Gabe’ nails dug deeper into the flesh of my hips as his 12-inch dick raped me raw, intent on breeding me, fucking me harder, deeper, and deeper, and then it clicked. My whole body seemed to give up, my ass opened and relaxed, and I was overcome with the most intense need and desire and I murmured, “Fuck me, please fuck me, push all the infected cum deeper in me, please fuck me, give me that stallion dick!” Gabe and Lionel were talking shit now in stereo, but it was Gabe I heard mostly, “Fuck yeah! That’s right! Breeding that pink hole, getting paid to rape this shit like I want, fuck yeah! You lucky your man here or I would beat the shit out of you too for fighting me, but that’s alright, next time, but right now, fuck yeah! You like that man dick? You like what I got for you? You like it hard like that? Yeah you do, fuck yeah! Let me pull it out and slam it back in – HOLY SHIT! Feel that? Feel me pull it out and slam it back in? Feel that? Got sent to the pen for raping pussy, but here – fuck – you’all some freaks – paying me to rape pink hole! I can’t find no one who can take me like I want, but you can can’t you slut? You can take me? MAKE YOU TAKE ME! UGHH…UGHHH… no I got a long way to go yet now snap that neck back around and pay attention, you got a big dick to suck on now too, so open that fucking slut mouth and suck it!”

Gabe was right, there was another dick now pushing its way through the gloryhole, and it kept coming, and coming, and coming – God damn! That black snake was long as shit, and I opened my mouth and twisted my head around until I was able to work the head into my mouth, which is hard to do with no hands I found, all the while Gabe was bang fucking me. The new dick throbbed, pulsed, and twitched in my mouth and tasted like shit – literally – and the guy on the other side of the wall was insistent as he kept trying to push his dick down my throat, but it was too fucking big and with my neck chained like it was I just could not swallow it. He let me suck for a little bit, then the new dick retreated. Gabe was still talking shit and rough fucking when the door opened and I turned my neck to see a tall, super skinny guy standing there watching Gabe fuck my ass. The new guy stood in the doorway a second, and I noticed he was not branded, then I noticed he had a tattoo of a chain that started on his right thigh and the links wound their way up, around his waist, bunched up, then travelled up across his chest and over his shoulder and then back around his neck. He closed the door and then left my line of vision and I focused back on Gabe who was now close. “TAKE THIS DICK YOU SLUT, GETTING THAT HOLE RAPED REAL GOOD, TAKE IT NOW, TAKE IT, YOU CONNA MAKE ME NUTT….OH FUCK YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT…MAKE ME NUTT….OF FUCK….. UGGGHHHH…” Gabe was so deep and I could feel spurt after spurt of his cum explode inside me as he collapsed on top of me. Cum and ass juice were streaming down the fuck bench as Gabe pulled out, sighing, then I heard him say, “SHIT – my brand split open from banging so hard. Guess what slut, now you got my blood and brand puss all over that ass too, as well as my nutt.” Gabe then leaned down and whispered, “Thanks slut, I have not been able to fuck a hole like I wanted in a long time and this time was even better than earlier. I will see you again.” As soon as Gabe stepped out the door Lionel’s dick was in my ass, “FUCK you make Daddy proud. Love feeling that hole when its been used and tore up, so swollen and puffy, and nasty, shit watching him do you like that, awwww baby here I cum, take it, feel Daddy nutt in that bruised hole.” Lionel yanked his dripping dick out of my shredded ass, unchained me from the fuck bench, rubbed my neck, wrists, and ankles for me to help the circulation flowing before introducing me to our new guest. “This is Remy. You’ve been knotted, gang fucked, and more, but he…Remy here brings a little something extra. See Gabe and Remy are brothers, their mother was Catholic and named them after two of the archangels, Gabriel and Remiel, oh if she could see her boys now! Anyways, I could charge premo rates for a true brother tag-team Stallion fuck, but Remy says he’s straight, and he’s got this wicked heroin habit to feed. See all those track marks on his arms? He’s also negative, with the papers to prove it believe it or not, but I’m offering Remy more money than he has ever dreamed up, so this is his test to see if he can get it up and provide the kind of service I want from him and if you can do what you do. Remy has done time for rape too, just like his brother, must be a fucking genetic thing or just a curse for those freaks with monster dicks, I don’t know, so I am offering him protection and a place to get out those urges. I have agreed to leave you two alone to have some fun, you both know what I expect out of each of you.”

The door closed, Remy was sitting in one of the chairs, his dick only half hard now as I walked to the other chair, sat down, cringing as pain shot from my ass, grabbed a blunt and lit it up. The pain quickly subsided as the drugs kicked in and for extra benefit I coated a finger and stood up and worked it up my loose hole as Remy watched in silence. He then reached down and took a black leather bag off the floor, set out his supplies. “Turn the fuck away,” he snarled. I shifted in my chair, hit the blunt, as I assumed he was hitting his heroin. The crackling and popping of my blunt was the only sound in the room for a few moments, and the orange and yellow glow seemed to echo off the walls as the smoke escaping my lips rose in the air like smoke signals of Native Americans- the story now was “Breed and Infect”. I turned and tipped the ash off the blunt, as I saw Remy take the needle he had just shot up with and poke his dick up and down the shaft. Little rivulets of blood seeped out, joined together, formed tiny little streams which he used as his right hand slid up and down his shaft, jacking – pumping more blood into his engorged veins, increasing the little streams to rivers- then he was ready, his dick coated in warm blood and still seeping. Remy sat up bolt right and said, “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but no matter what, I am going to fuck you.” I laughed, shaking my head and thinking, man, you have no idea, as I stood up, hit the blunt some more, blew the smoke his way as I walked to the fuck bench. I laid on my back, lifted my legs up exposing my hole and said, “Come on man, your bother lubed it up, let’s see if you can fuck as good as he can and make me tap out.” Remy told me to spread my hole, and I felt a sharp pang as he started poking my ass with his bloody needle, in and out - in and out, just enough to make me bleed and to ensure my virus was free to pillage and plunder and seep into his shaft’s open wounds. Remy then turned the video screen off, walked over and hit the light switch, and then was soon touching my body to get his bearings. He pulled me forward on the bench until my ass was hanging a bit in the air, he leaned down over me as his hands wrapped themselves around my collar and my hands felt the sinewy tendons and collapsed veins in his arms. Remy’s dick was dripping as it nudged towards my hole, getting its bearings in the dark, and seemed to know when he had arrived. The pressure on my neck increased and Remy said, “You ready to get that hole ground up like hamburger?”

Stay tuned for Day 7 – Going Cold Turkey

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The Stallion Carousel - Southeast DC Breeders Market - My ass was leaking cum like a river and I was higher than I thought possible. My eyes slowly opened, the spinning in my head eased, yet something was still not right – oh yeah – I was being fucked by someone. I didn’t know who, the blindfold prevented that, and this was pretty much how the last 7 days had been at the Breeder’s Market in Southeast DC. What the fuck was that last shit Lionel had made me smoke? My find focused a little more as the chain attached to the leather collar I was wearing was jerked and Lionel’s menacing voice said, “You back with me? Fucking white cum whore. Giving you all the dick you can handle, didn’t I promise you that? Say yes DADDY! Say yes SOULJA LOVER! You’re still mine for the rest of the day and I am going to make damn sure you don’t forget this black snake spitting up in that hole.” This was not how I had expected the day to go, nor had Lionel. So much for going cold turkey. The day before I had been used over and over by Gabe and his brother Remy in the private glory hole booths. Gabe was our newest STALLION whose job was to breed and seed our bottom clientele. But even more than that, Lionel had used me to test them because he said, “I need to know I got a Stallion on deck that ain’t afraid to rape those bottoms that change their minds about the infected breeding they came here for.” Gabe had shown that he was and when teamed up with his brother Remy who also had a dick in the double-digits, I knew no hole in DC was going to be safe from infection by our STALLIONS. During one of the breaks when Lionel had come back in to restock my drugs and work his own load up my ass I had told him I was not sure I was comfortable with him having those two raping bottoms at the Breeders Market. Lionel reminded me, “You are the one who set the rules of our mission and that infecting as many men as possible with your toxic virus strain comes above all else. Anyways, no need to worry, between your cop Pooh and all the blues we bribe, ain’t shit going to happen. Plus we can always drug them up so much they won’t remember the last three days. But you know how cum slut bottoms are, the say no, but they mean yes. Think of it as a service to the community. Not only are we passing along your AIDs infection, but I’m am keeping two bad boys off the streets and letting em do what they do, in a controlled environment. Between the drugs and Dr Mike’s magic ass salve, the bottoms they rape will never know a thing except they had a good time – that is until the fuck flu kicks in.” Lionel was right of course.

Saturday morning I woke up alone in Lionel’s bed and immediately started craving dick and some drugs. Lionel said that since I had to go back home tomorrow this would be a cold turkey day, so no more drugs, but I would get plenty of his dick, liquor, and poppers to help me through the transition. Even though it was a cold January day outside, I was warm so I kicked off the sheets and was playing with my foreskin piercing (the gift from the Richmond leather guys) when Lionel walked in carrying a tray. I had taken gallons of Lionel’s cum and seen him naked so many times now, but the man still took my breath away and I had to have him back inside me. Lionel set the tray on the nightstand, I rolled over and saw he had brought me breakfast including eggs, bacon, toast, and juice. He sat on the side of the bed, placed his big hand behind my head and leaned down and gently kissed me. My need to have his dick in my ass overcame my need for food and I pulled Lionel down to me. We ground our bodies together for several minutes as we kissed and caressed each other, his big black dick leaving trails of precum all over me while he licked at the patches of dried cum and ass juice still left on me from yesterday’s fucks. I had to have him inside me now! I wriggled free, flopped back on the edge of the bed with my legs up, turned my head towards Lionel and begged, “Please fuck me Daddy. Please give me that raw dick. Fuck it dry. Want it to hurt good for you.” Lionel did not need to be asked twice as he soon loomed over me as he pushed my ankles back, lined his dick up with my waiting ass and started to force himself in. Dr Mike’s ass salve had healed any damage to my hole from the day before so it took Lionel a couple minutes to get in, but once he did he pounded me hard and deep. Lionel was getting close, the sweat dripping off his forehead, his muscles taught as his body prepared to seed me and as he got ready to cum he said, “Every load I have given you this week has only strengthened our bond. Every ounce of my cum and every inch of my dick has melded us body and soul. Like I’ve said before, Deacon may own you, but I will always be your Soulja Lover. You ready for Daddy’s nutt? You want me to nutt up in you? Oh here it comes, fuck yeah, coating you nice and deep – oh yeah baby, good slut for Daddy.” Lionel pushed me back further onto the bed and scooted up on the bed too, his dick still buried deep, hard, and twitching in my cum filled ass as he whispered in my ear how much he loved using my hole. I was rubbing Lionel’s body, gently rocking my hips, hoping he would keep fucking when suddenly it felt like I had been hit in the head with a 2x4, everything went white and a loud voice boomed, “I’M COMING. BE READY. I NEED YOU. THE AIDS LORDS NEED YOU. I’M COMING. BE READY. I NEED YOU. THE AIDS LORDS NEED YOU. I’M COMING. BE READY. I NEED YOU. I NEED YOU.” I gasped from the pain and cried out as I grabbed the sides of my head and could hear Lionel’s voice, which now sounded so distant saying my name.

“What the fuck was that? What just happened?” Lionel asked with panic in his voice as he shook me. I slowly opened my eyes, everything spun for a moment, I wanted to puke and it took me a moment of focusing on Lionel’s worried face before I could say one word, “Deacon.” Lionel sat back on his haunches on the bed and shook and his head. “Holy fuck. You scared the shit out of me. Your eyes totally rolled back in your head and those fucking tats on your arms glowed like some exorcist shit. You ok? What do you mean Deacon?” Lionel knew I had a special connection with Deacon and had just seen one of the ways in which it manifested itself. I also told him the message I had heard, Deacon was coming. I didn’t know anything more. He was supposed to stay in Chicago until I got back so something must have happened. Lionel shook his head and said, “Well, the fucker ain’t here yet and you’re still mine. Change of plans, come on.” I grabbed the cold plate of food and stumbled after Lionel out to the bar as he got on the phone and began giving a series of orders to his lieutenants to double up on all security just in case and to get his next surprise ready. Lionel took the food away shaking his head and in its place gave me a plate full of white lines. I thought I was going cold turkey, but did not argue and snorted to my heart’s desire over the course of the next hour. Lionel finished up his arrangements and as I threw on a t-shirt and jeans he grabbed the blinged out collar and chain from the side of the bed and came and locked it around my neck and tugged hard. “Well,” he started, “If Deacon is coming, we need to get you ready. I know he is not like any normal man and pretty much tears you apart when he fucks your right? Yeah, yeah, you can’t fucking talk about it, well, as long as you’re under my roof I’m going to get than man cunt prepped and ready. You ready for some more dick? Going to make Daddy proud?” I smiled, nodded, and said, “Whatever you say Daddy. You’re in charge.” Then partially under my breath said, “Well you think you are – ha ha.” Lionel yanked the chain, pulled me tight to him, laughed and said, “I heard that slut. But you’re right. Come on. I got something new for you.” I followed Lionel and his guards through COVENANT to another section of the warehouse complex I had not been in yet. The large steel doors rolled back and I was hit by a wave of heat, music, and drug smoke. It was dim, and the only light was coming from several large video screens all playing different types of porn. We walked down a large concrete ramp on the right side of the room and I saw a duplicate ramp on the other side on which a few men were sitting, smoking, drinking, hanging out. The two ramps made a sort of pit in the middle. The air was thick with the smell of drugs, and I had an urge for some more crystal. At the bottom of the ramp Lionel sat me in one of two large leather chairs that was facing the pit area but I could not see much else as several other men were clustered around in front of us including my two rapists from the day before, Remy and Gabe. It appeared the brothers were getting along, or at least speaking, as they both turned and smiled at me and gave me a nod.

I turned as Lionel now handed me a blunt and I inhaled it deep and held it and continued to look around through the blunt’s smoke trail. Some of the men I recognized, others I didn’t, and I was not sure what was planned. Lionel sat down, took a hit from the blunt and then said, “This is the Stallion Carousel,” he said as he motioned to the men standing in front of us. “A little something of my own design for those bottoms who want an extreme breeding experience. STEP THE FUCK BACK A MINUTE!” The men in front of us stepped to the sides and I could make out what at first looked like a large padded mini-fuck bench. Lionel then took a control box sitting on the table and with the whir of hydraulics, the fuck bench lifted, moved, turned, and it now looked more like a doctor’s gynecological table where the legs separated and head titled back some as the entire thing spun slowly on a large metal pole like a car up that was up to be repaired in a garage. Lionel smiled as he made the table contort into several other variations as he explained, “You see, this will allow our Stallions to plow a bottom in every position imaginable – ass and throat – at the same time and the restraints ensure they must take it how we decide to give it.” Lionel chewed on his lip as bit as continued to press some buttons and as he did the Carousel seemed to fold down in on itself and from the ceiling descended a contraption of leather and chains. “And this,” Lionel said pointing, “Is the second half of the Carousel. A bottom is suspended in the body harness section almost like a sling either face up or face down, but his arms and legs are all chained up separately and can be raised or lowered to various angles as we want, just like the floor section and he has no where to run and he becomes a total fuck marionette. The main variance is where the bottom section turns and rotates on its own, the H-bar holding the chains and harness can be manually turned by Stallions so the bottom is passed from dick to dick to dick anywhere inside the pit. So what do you think?” As I hit the blunt again Lionel yanked the chain and said, “Well it doesn’t really matter what you think. This is where you will be spending today getting raped and used by every Stallion in the house and I have given the boys a challenge. The one that makes you tap out gets a $1,000 bonus, so don’t expect it to be easy. They need a cock slut and whore who knows how to take dick and who better than you. So finish that blunt up and hop up on the Carousel, time for a ride!”

While Lionel reset the Carousel Remy and Gabe walked over. Gabe blew a thick cloud of smoke my way, “Looks like our white pussy can’t get enough of this hood dick huh? I took it easy on you yesterday, yes I did, but I plan to get me that $1,000 so prepare to get raped good and right and tap out bitch!” Remy and Gabe stood on each side of me, lifted my t-shirt, and started licking and nibbling at my nipples. Each would take a break, hit their blunt, blow their smoke out around my nipples and then chew on them harder making me moan and squirm. After a couple minutes of that Remy stood back, stripped naked, and showed me his fresh Stallion brand. He smiled, then bent back over to chew on my right nipple as I laid my head back and reached out with my right hand to stroke his growing black dick. Lionel interrupted our foreplay, handed me a fresh blunt and said, “The Carousel is ready and it looks like our Stallions are too. Every one of the Stallions is carrying your AIDs virus and we will make sure your ass stays bloody so you can get anything else they have too. I’ll check on you from time to time to make sure you’re high as you can be, but otherwise, you are theirs to use. Smoke that up while I provide a few last minute instructions.” Lionel gathered all the Stallions around him by the Carousel as I continued to smoke. This blunt was much more powerful than the last and I was soon dizzy, high, and everything seemed like it was in slow motion. When Lionel came back he tied a leather blindfold tight around my eyes, guided me over to the Carousel and once I was strapped in I could feel the mini-bench gently vibrate as the height, arms, and legs, and other sections were adjusted. The music and voices sounded so far away now as I laid back and waited, waited for the first Stallion horse dick to fuck my guts and flood me with his biohazard cum.

I didn’t have to wait long as a nice thick dick was suddenly knocking at my ass door. I still had Lionel’s load inside me so with a few violent thrusts it POPPED through and began to fuck me. YES – fuck I loved the feeling of raw dick in my ass with nothing but cum for lube! My head was tilted back and my throat stuffed with another dick, while a dick was placed in each hand for me to jerk and fluff to full proportions. My nipples were tweaked, pinched, and chewed on and over the next while my body was covered in Stallion spit, piss, hands, and cum as I was used for their pleasure. Dick after dick seeded my ass as the Carousel was adjusted for maximum access to my hole. The voices all blended together but I remembered once when a huge dick was brutally slam fucking me I cried out for him to fuck me harder and his voice roared back like a lion chasing down a kill, “SHUT THE FUCK UP MAN BITCH! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THAT DICK IN THAT WHITE HOLE – FUCKING SLOPPY WET PUSSY – THAT’S ALL YOU IS – SLOPPY PUSSY – GONNA RAPE IT LIKE I WANT!” Sounded like Remy or Gabe, not sure which but had to disappoint them as I was NOT tapping out and they had to do better than that to get that $1,000 bonus. I barely registered when Lionel had me unstrapped for a short break. Someone had covered my face at one point with a cloth covered in something that made my head really spin, I had poppers held up for me to use, a blunt to hit while I was being fucked, and more. Some water, more blunt, and Lionel had me chained into the hanging harness part of the Carousel and the second part of the ride began. I think I liked this better as the tops could get more motion with their fucks, twist me, push me away and slam back onto their dicks. I begged and pleaded to be fucked deeper, harder, and to be filled with cum and our Stallions gave me inch after inch of big raw dick. At one point I was afraid someone was fisting me and tried to object and cried out for Lionel, but he assured me it was just a big dicked country boy from West Virginia who had the thickest white dick he had ever seen. A few hits of the blunt and I could not get enough of the country dick stretching me open.

The strangest thing then happened while I was being fucked in the harness. I had just hit a new blunt from Lionel or someone and it felt like someone had taken a hammer to my head, hit me, shards of glass fell away, and then everything was calm and crystal clear. I knew I was still in the Carousel being fucked and used and could hear the Stallions egg each other on, talking shit to me and about me, but at the same time I was thinking about my super-toxic AIDs virus. My goal with the Breeder’s Market was to ensure my super-charged bug was passed along to as many people as possible – and in DC my Mares and Stallions would create an explosion of infection that would radiate up and down the East Coast. I knew not everyone could handle it and some wasted away to nothing so quickly while others thrived on the virus. I also knew that steps would be taken by some to try to stop this new bug, which is why as the Zero carrier – the original source so to speak – I wanted to continue to take infected cum over and over, even slightly mutated strains of my own bug. I could almost see my cells plucking out any new bits of virus and absorbing them, any new infection and STD my body welcomed, used what it could and burned the rest away. I was not done yet, every toxic load spewed into my ass was one more piece I could use to constantly ensure I was even more toxic today than I was yesterday. My mind began to formulate the plans I would implement with the AIDs Lords now that I knew the Breeders Market formula worked and all the ways we would hook men and women into our plan through sex, drugs, and more.

Lionel’s menacing voice was loud in my ear this time as he said again, “You back with me? Fucking white cum whore. Giving you all the dick you can handle, didn’t I promise you that? Say yes MASTER! Say yes SOULJA LOVER! Watching all these men climb up inside you, depositing their seed – DAMN! Feel me fucking your sloppy hole? Feel all that cum bloating you up? You just wait. This ain’t nothing baby, Daddy’s just getting you opened up so I can pick the two biggest nicca dicks here to double stuff you and make you beg for mercy as they prepare you for my fist so I can make sure you’re ready for you know who. Say yes to your SOULJA LOVER! Say yes to your Daddy! TAKE MY CHARGED CUM, TAKE IT BABY!” The leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into me bad, but the Stallions wouldn’t stop. The clarity I had vanished and my mind returned to the ecstasy and fog created by all the drugs Lionel continued to give me and the raw dick tearing my ass open. I don’t know what time it was when I was finally unchained from the Carousel for the day but I could barely stand. My whole body felt bruised, not just my ass, which was gaping and wet. I fumbled for a towel to instinctively wipe my ass off but Lionel kneeled behind me and lapped at my hole, licking me clean before he started biting my ass. I tried to pull away but just collapsed on the floor with Lionel eating my swollen ass like it was the first meal he had received in days. He bit me again hard, then climbed on my back, slammed his dick in with no resistance at all, and growled and grunted as he told me what a good slut I was for him. I knew when he was close as Lionel bit down hard on that spot where my neck meets my shoulder that he loves and warm blood tricked where his teeth sunk in as he snarled and flooded my ass with one more load.

Lionel’s guards cleared the way as he led us back to his apartment, Remy holding me up on one side, Gabe on the other, both of them telling me they were not done with me yet. Back in the apartment I saw myself in the mirror and was shocked at how I looked, but the guys just laughed and said I looked like a gangbang slut should. I managed to piss a little and when I came out Gabe handed me a glass and said, “Drink.” So I did. He then guided me to the bed, laid on his back, had me straddle his dick, wrapped his arms around me and squeezed my body tight to his as he yelled, “Come on Rem, I want to see the look in his eyes as you get up in there before the G kicks in.” As Remy climbed onto the bed too I looked to the side and saw Lionel sitting in a chair, stroking his hard dick, chewing his lip like he did when he was horned and watching me get used. Gabe shifted me and his body a bit, I felt Remy’s hands on my back, pressure at my hole and then realized what they were trying to do. I started to struggle as best I could and begged for mercy as Remy’s monster black dick tore my ass open so he could join his brother inside my hole. My screams faded away as the G kicked in, the two monster black dicks raped my ass, and the last thing I saw was Lionel’s smiling face letting me know I was making my Soulja Lover proud.

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Breeders Market – Time to Go Home to Deacon: Deacon’s body glistened in a sheen of sweat as his gigantic, long, black dick twitched and continued to pulse out his toxic load inside my shredded ass. His unholy shaft was coated in cum - cum from Lionel, Remy, Gabe and the others who had fucked me all day Saturday and that morning – as well as the ass juice, blood, and his own load. I had only been back at the mansion in Dupont for about 10 minutes before Deacon had ripped open my ass and reminded me in his booming voice, “I AM YOUR SIRE, I AM YOUR AIDS LORD AND PRINCE DU SANG, YOU ARE MY COVENANT AS MADE THROUGH BLOOD AND SACRIFICE - I NEED YOU.” Deacon leaned over me, his breath hot on my skin as I ran my fingers along the scars and tattoos on his sinister looking face, while his black eyes bore into my very core. His gaze held mine, and while I knew our bond allowed him to sense me, and what I was feeling, it now felt like he could also ‘see’ into my mind and recall my memories at will like they were his own. His body was on mine, his scent surrounded me, his charged load stoked my guts like coal in a furnace, yet suddenly I was back in the Breeders Market reliving the past week anew. Every pain, every rough fuck, every drug-fueled abuse, soothed and fed Deacon now and the memories cascaded faster and faster like a runaway train. Suddenly the brakes were applied, my mind screamed as the brakes on the rails halted the train and Deacon slowed the memories to near normal speed, back to that morning – back to Lionel and my final hours at the Breeders Market.

Saturday had been a day of extremes as Lionel – my Soulja Lover – had my ass used and abused by every Stallion, thug, and nasty big dicked man he could find, sometimes two at a time as he wanted my ass open and gaping when he sent me back to Deacon. The breeding and seeding of my hole continued all Saturday night, and while the many drugs Lionel gave me kept me awake for most of it, in the pre-dawn hours of Sunday morning I finally passed out from total exhaustion. I awoke to a series of sharp pains in my arm, slowly turned my head, and through the slits of my eyes saw one of Lionel’s men shooting me up with something as Lionel stood behind him, stroking his own dick and grinning like a cat who just caught a mouse. “SLUT!” Lionel said with joy in his voice. He set the blunt he was smoking in the ashtray by the bed, pushed his man aside, blew his smoke into my face and as I coughed and choked he rolled me over, snapped his collar with the chain on it around my neck and pulled me back as he slid with ease into my open ass. “AWW FUCK BABY. DADDY LOVES THAT HOLE. SO WET, WET, WET. YOU MADE DADDY SO PROUD YOU FUCKING CUM WHORE!” I could only groan as Lionel worked his big dick around my sloppy hole, and moaned as he quickly yanked it out, grabbed my face, and snarled, “LICK IT CLEAN!”

His dick was coated in skank and god knows what and smelled awful and tasted worse and when I tried to turn up my nose and turn away, he held my head tight until I did as ordered. Once he was satisfied, Lionel said, “Get up, we got things to do before I send you home, but first, my man here gets to give you the first nut of the morning.” Lionel left the bedroom and I sighed in pleasure as the guy who had shot me up dropped into my hole and began to pound me furiously, eager to breed me. With a fresh load in my ass, I stumbled out into the living room and stood beside Lionel who was sitting on the couch, on the phone with one of his Lieutenants as he stared intently at one of the security screens. I paid no mind to what he was looking at as I rubbed his muscled shoulders and then jumped a little as he shoved three fingers of his left hand up my sloppy hole, then smiled as his quickly licked his coated fingers clean, smacking his lips and savoring the ass honey. “You my white bitch? Just pussy chasing this black snake,” Lionel said as he set the phone down and began stroking his ever-hard dick with his right hand. “I miss that dick daddy,” I said as I straddled his legs, pushed him back on the couch, and as I dropped down on it said “Make it red, red, daddy.” I bounced up and down on Lionel’s dick as hard as I could and could not get enough. I needed it deeper, harder, and as I rode him the shortness of our hours left together was crushing my heart like an avalanche.

I could see in Lionel’s eyes he felt the same. His dark brown eyes danced with hunger and desire, yet he did not smile and as his load of babies ran down my leg, he reached up and unlatched the collar and chain from my neck. I rubbed my neck with my right hand and paused as Lionel pushed me back a step, knelt before me, leaned his head against my body and wrapped his arms around me to hold me tight. I rubbed my hands over his head, his taught shoulders, and could feel him shake with emotion. When he finally looked up at me, the look on his face broke my heart as even though the collar and chain he had wrapped around my neck so often this past week was now on the floor beside him, I knew he was offering to wear it for me. No man is easy or simple to understand, yet in that moment we both knew we would always be linked in our own way and would always serve each other, love each other, and mark each other. Lionel smiled, he leaned back a little then stood up, and I followed him into the bedroom. This was a fuck of unending emotions that overwhelmed us both – need, desire, lust, sadness – a love. Lionel was like a giant black raven whose talons were buried in his latest find of carrion flesh, never wanting to let go.

We were lost in our love making when suddenly my vision blacked, unholy pain slammed through my head as a voice boomed, “COME. I’M WAITING!” I grabbed the sides of my head, rolled off Lionel, and curled into a ball. I could hear Lionel hollering my name and trying to figure out what happened, but his voice was like a whisper drowned by the thunder of a summer storm as the words in my head echoed, and rang. Finally it eased and I was unable to unclench my body and as my eyes slowly opened Lionel’s face showed fear, concern, and a “What the fuck!” expression as he sat beside me. I managed to push myself up on one arm and noticed my tatts from Deacon were glowing bright, pulsing, dancing. My face was wet and sticky and when I wiped it, my hand came away red – damn a bloody nose! It took me a moment to catch my breath and in the meantime, Lionel had grabbed a wet towel and something for me to drink. I was then able to say, “Deacon. He’s here. In DC. That – what just happened was him. Him reaching out. Fuck! I need to tell him to ease up when he does that. Shit! Or just use the fucking phone!” Lionel let out a long breath of relief, chuckled, lit up a blunt and with a slightly shaky hand passed it to me. “You know that shit is scary right? That shit’s not right. Is it always like that with him?” I shrugged, “Sort of I guess, but we’re still figuring it out.” Several drags later the blunt was done, and I was back on Lionel’s dick.

I was dirty and had not showered in days and reeked of cum, piss, spit, and man sweat, but somehow it was appropriate. I held in the morning’s cum in my ass as I took a quick piss and brushed my teeth and damped down my hair. Now it was time for my final inspection of COVENANT in DC, our headquarters on the East Coast that was the center of our drug operations and the Breeders Market. Unlike the past several days when Lionel kept me mostly naked with nothing but a collar on, he now led me to a table that had several large, black boxes on it. I smiled as he lifted the lid off each one, tore the tissue away like a child on Christmas morning, and held up his gifts for me – an outfit befitting his AIDs Lord. Lionel looked on with a satisfied gleam as I worked my way into the black leather pants, which sat so low on my hips the top of my ass crack showed, but they fit like a glove, as did the high, shit-kicker black boots. The pullover shirt was leather as well, but it had no sleeves so my tatts from Deacon showed, and it was cut with a taper in the back so with every step by biohazard tatt peeked out. Lionel then stood behind me and placed around my neck a series of large, interlinked gold chains that was almost like a collar or mantle. The chains draped across the top of my chest and in its center was large biohazard symbol in blood red enamel, outlined in diamonds – mirroring the brand embedded on our Mares’ foreheads and the Stallions’ torsos. Lionel stepped back, smiled, clearly pleased with himself. “I like it,” he said full of self-satisfaction as he crossed his arms. “What does one get a god? Or king? Or AIDs Lord? You know they don’t have fucking Hallmark cards for that at the drugstore.” We both laughed. I looked at myself in the mirror and he was right. It was a good look.

Lionel looked concerned as I walked to the door to his suite, opened it, and two of the guards came in with another set of boxes, set them down on the table, and left. I nodded, indicating Lionel should open them up, starting with the smallest one on top. He was clearly surprised and intrigued, and when he opened the box he was confused. In the box was a gold collar with a biohazard symbol hanging from the chains similar to mine. There were only half as many chains and the biohazard symbol was smaller, but the effect was still impressive. I picked it up, Lionel kneeled, I placed it around his neck, bent down and kissed him, then said, “Your men did not betray your surprise. I overheard you earlier in the week and thought that as an AIDs Lord now in your own right, you deserved a token of that office. Once you decide on what your symbol will be, that can be added, but for now, this will suffice.” Lionel ran his fingers over the diamonds, the biohazard symbol, the chains, and looked up me with more love, affection, and commitment than I had ever known. The rest of the boxes contained an outfit matching my own, and once Lionel was dressed, we were ready.

As we stepped out of his suite, Lionel’s guards took one look at us and realized this was an occasion for respect, honor, and dedication. They escorted us to the Stockyard in the Breeders Market where all of the men who were marked as the Stallions, Mares, and Stable Masters were in two, long rows - my own little toxic army standing in formation. Everyone in the room was silent as they stared at Lionel and I in our new outfits and gold collars marking our status. To add to the effect I was able to close my eyes briefly and open my link to Deacon, which caused the tattoos on my arms to flare bright, making many of them gasp in shock and wonder. We slowly walked forward and inspected our troops. The Stable Masters with their heads bowed, legs spread wide, hands clasped in front with chains wrapped around their fists. The Mares were on the ends of each chain, kneeling prostate with their branded forehead touching the floor. Some of them would clearly not last long as my virus ravaged them, but all knew the sacrifice. The Stallions were all down on one knee, their right hands in a fist on their chest, their own brands on their torsos red and angry. They were all bound to me. Honored me. Served me. I was a Prince du Sange, a Prince of the Blood. Deacon was my god, my king, but COVENANT was my kingdom, and my blood was our warrior’s weapon through which we brought untold infection to the world. Also in attendance were all of Lionel’s Lieutenants; D from the garage and his new boy, the Kid; my old fuck mates Dwayne and Malcolm; and more and while they did not bow, their lustful leers were an honor all its own.

I walked slowly down one side of the Stockyard and back up the other. I paused in front of a Stallion and two Mares chained to him, who all looked severely wasted - sick. Lionel commented how they had quickly realized there was a premium demand for Stallions and Mares with that wasted-AIDS look and he had also taken to making premium cost DVDs of them fucking and being fucked, so that even when their bodies failed, their service would live on. Yet other Stallions and Mares seemed to flourish with my toxic venom inside them and handled their conversations like nectar from the gods, which it was. They were a new species really, mutated to be true cum hounds, sluts, pigs, and dick snakes spitting AIDs venom. I stumbled a little as we neared the end of our final tour, the thrumming in my head from Deacon was getting worse. It was time to go. Lionel and his guards escorted me to our van and motorcade but I had one final request, which one of the guards quickly ran back to fulfill.

A severe winter storm had rolled into the city, but that did not stop our royal progress of armed thugs, tricked out SUVs, and me in the middle inside Lionel’s van. I had been stripped once again and over the sounds of the music, and through the haze of the strongest blunts we had, the echo of flesh on flesh filled the van. Lionel had given me another load and as I slid off his dick, my final request was waiting – Gabe and Remy – the brothers who were now both Stallions and who had been double dicking me the day before. I needed to prepare for Deacon and wanted to feel totally open and gaping for him. Gabe was laying on the floor, with me riding his dick as Remy got behind me. The moving van made him miss the mark twice before he found a hold and forced his way inside me. Two gigantic dicks raping my ass as Lionel fed me his cock, alternating hits to the blunt, I was in heaven! The van slowed to a halt and I knew we were out of time. “CUM IN ME NOW! BREED ME! RAPE ME!” I ordered Gabe and Remy. They both heaved, moaned, and unleashed a ******* of brotherly jizz into my torn up ass. Lionel then held my head firm as he unloaded his bladder down my throat, his dark piss warming me up, and when he was done, he gingerly wiped my lips with the last few drops, then helped ease me off the brothers’ dicks. I gasped as the pain flooded through me and while I could hear voices outside getting louder and louder, they could wait. Lionel dug out a bag, let me hit some lines, coated his fingers and rammed them up my ass, then let me ease down onto his hardening dick to ensure the drugs and cum were deep inside me.

The cold January air rushed into the van as the door slid open, making me shiver and moan and goosebumps invaded my flesh. Lionel’s crew were standing in front of the door, guns drawn, as I saw my bodyguard, Captain Fontaine, push his way between them then stop and stare as he saw what was happening. –Lionel laughed, “Just a little nutt for the road,” which made Fontaine’s face red with anger. Lionel then yelled as loud as he could as he wanted Fontaine to hear, “You going to miss this big black dick aren’t you? Tell me? Tell Daddy how much you miss him already? Banging you out slut!” Lionel pounded my ass several more times before he shot and said, “Stay right where you are.” He untangled our bodies as Gabe and Remy quickly took his place, one fighting over the other to get back inside my cummy hole. Lionel pulled his pants up, climbed out of the van, two of his guards climbed in and closed the door behind him. I was warm once more and my ass was sloshing with cum as Gabe fucked me while Remy was left stroking his dick in need. I could hear Fontaine’s voice getting louder and Lionel telling him to step the fuck off, they was not done with me yet. While they continued to argue the brothers gave me one last fuck and a load each.

I snorted some lines, hit another blunt, and with cum streaming out of my hole stumbled out of the van. Lionel grabbed me, hugged me close, gave me a long, slow, passionate kiss, and held my head as he looked down in my eyes and said, “I’m here baby when you want me.” He then reached into the van, grabbed my new outfit and tossed it at Fontaine who missed the catch. Lionel then placed my new gold chain/collar around my neck – his gift marking my status – and while I shivered in the cold, sadly watched as he stepped into the van, closed the door, and the motorcade pulled away. Jonas my butler and aide tried to drape a winter coat over me and ask me what I needed, but Fontaine was having none of it and pulled me into the house, yanked his pants down and pushed me face down onto the stairs in the grand foyer and barked at the servants to get the fuck out. “Jesus fucking Christ” he said as he fingered at my hole. “You’re full of their cum and what did they do you? Clean as a beaver!” He pulled the chin off my head and tossed it to the side, wrapped his hands around my throat, entered me rough banging my knees on the stairs as he slam fucked my cum filled hole, swearing, and within literally seconds bred me. I stood up, turned and he then saw my foreskin ring and shook his head. Then his eyes bulged when he saw my gift from Lionel – in big black letters across my torso was a still red and fresh tattoo that said soulja’s lover.

Captain Fontaine spat, “That’s it – you and I are going to spend some time my way, you understand me? Ol’Fontaine needs to flush your guts out with some right thick southern nutt and I got just the boys to help me out, so you just wait, I will get mine.” I tried to sooth him but crumpled to the floor under the onslaught of Deacon’s need, “COME TO ME NOW!” Fontaine understood as my tatts flared bright, my body shook, so he helped me start up the stairs. I pushed him away. I had to do this on my own and looked back at his sad, hurt eyes as I used all my strength to push through the pain to make it to Deacon. I opened the door to my suite. I could sense him all around me now and through the double doors down the hall a monster shadow emerged and the floor vibrated with every step as Deacon slowly walked towards me.

“I am THE DEACON. I need you – I NEED YOU!!” his deep voice rumbled and filled the hall, literally shaking the light fixtures. 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. 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 move. Every step closer to me that Deacon took made me focus on his huge dick! With each step his legs parted, his massive dick swung side-to-side slapping his lower thighs. His meat was thick, heavy and as long as my forearm and hand combined, with a head like an apple – a blunt instrument of war – a club of death. His dick was pushed forward by a set of balls that each were large, round, and 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.

I couldn’t breath. My heart raced, my whole body tensed, and my tatts once again flared to life, brighter, fuller, and when I looked at Deacon in the glow created by his own tatts flaring, I could see his eyes full of need and desire, as well as glints of silver all over his body. Deacon now had large piercings in each nipple, thick, silver rings. His dick was wrapped in a long shaft of silver, with small spikes and ridges. A rope of silver outlined the muscles on each arm and his legs and a thick chain hung around his neck. Who or what was Deacon? He was a colossus, like a god of the ancients – my god – I needed him and he needed me to worship, to suffer, so serve him. His unholy pestilence coursed through me and yet now, in that way, I was superior to him as I was the only being ever able to survive his viral strain, and then I had taken it, made it my own, and thrived.

Even in the warmth of the mansion I began to shake. Deacon was now in front of me, his whole body quivered as he reached out to touch me. He looked down at me and his voice again boomed through the hall, and my head, “Was it worth it? Is he worth it?” “Yes,” I replied. He nodded. That was all he needed. “I can smell your virus has mutated – good,” he almost purred like a giant lion lying content in the sun. His tatts glowed brighter, yet somehow Deacon seemed, dimmer, less, like something was missing. Deacon knew what I was thinking. He hung his head and shook it slowly side to side as if not understanding his own words. “You have been away too long, I did not know with our bond that I needed you now, need to feed of you, your pain, your body, united by my seed. Your absence has made me – weak. I have never been weak before, and I do not like THIS!” Deacon smashed a hole in the wall as his fist vented his frustration. I did not move, Deacon would not hurt me like that. He sighed, then ran his massive hands gently over my body, inspecting me, tracing the soulja’s lover tattoo on my abdomen that was a gift from Lionel, the foreskin piercing given to me by the Richmond men, the burns, the bite marks. “You continue to be marked as you move along the path you and I have created. These are your choices to keep or not, I do not mind, however, know this, nothing will mark you like I have and nothing can erase me from you. Now it is time for me to renourish myself on your pain. You have been gone too long and I had not realized how intertwined we now were. I was able to sense your pleasure and pain through our bond, and while that helped, there is nothing that strengthens me more than to feel your body quiver in fear and agony under me, or your blood running down my thighs as I rip you open.”

Even as he spoke Deacon’s gargantuan dick grew, engorged with blood and his virus. The metal casing along the shaft expanded unnaturally and I was suddenly afraid of what was to come. Deacon reached down, lifted me in the air, and in one fluid motion impaled me on his apple sized dick head. With all of the fucking my ass had taken I was fully open and the end of his dick slid inside me as the cum from Remy, Gabe, and Lionel streamed out. Soon the blood began to flow too as the spikes and ridges on the metal shaft casing found their mark and gouged my insides like the furrows in a freshly plowed field. My screams of pain now filled the hall as Deacon easily carried me back to the bed, every step bouncing me deeper on the metal shaft casing. I could tell Deacon was losing control now. His hunger, his need was all consuming and I was once again the sacrifice required. He dropped me forward onto the bed and crushed me beneath the full weight of his body. He bellowed as a beast of the wild as he withdrew his wet dick from my ass and the silver shaft casing fell away, letting me see that the ridges and spikes were not only on the outside but the inside too, so his own skin was cut, gouged, and bloody. The smell of our bodies raw was beyond what he could handle and Deacon lost all control, slamming himself inside me, raping me without mercy, shattering me body, mind, and soul.

Later I would learn that as Deacon sated his needs with me upstairs, Captain Fontaine had sat at the bottom of the stairs, feeling torn at what to do. Part of him knew he had to obey orders and serve his masters, yet another part began to question in his mind, “Maybe I was truly meant to protect him from Deacon. Just listen to the screams of pain. Maybe that was my job. Yes. And I know the one man who might just be able to help – Uncle Jack – and maybe find Baker the ex-body guard too, yeah Puppy always had a thing for him.”

Also later Deacon and I would learn that his loss of control had far flung and unforeseen consequences. Everyone who was sired by me was affected in some way when Deacon lost control and shattered me – physically and mentally with his assault. The more direct the siring process was between me and them, the greater the effect. The Breeders Market in SE DC was thrown into chaos as Mares screamed, Stallions collapsed, and Lionel and many of his men dropped in agony. Our blood bond was strong, and more than just my virus had been given. Just as Deacon and I were connected, so now too were all of those I sired and in the months to come many would be lost as I fought to find a way to block and control that connection. While Deacon used and abused my body, Lionel too groaned in pain, yet now he truly understood what I had sacrificed, endured, given to become his AIDs Lord, and he loved me even more.

But for now, Deacon was done reaping the harvest of my memories. His famine was fed, he could now focus on the pure needs of the flesh and his long, black dick hardened anew as he lifted my legs back, spread my hole wide, and slammed into my wet and waiting ass as I begged him to fuck me deeper.

TO READ THE BACKGROUND STORIES OF DEACON, THE BREEDER’S MARKET, AND THE REST, PLEASE SEE:

Dr Mike – Biohazard or Healer? - https://breeding.zone/threads/13078-Dr-Mike-–-biohazard-and-healer-–-Part-1-–-The-First-Office-Visit?highlight=dr.+mike

Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles - https://breeding.zone/threads/15014-Dr-Mike-–-The-Sire-Chronicles-The-Final-Chapters?highlight=dr.+mike

Uncle Jack Attacks - https://breeding.zone/threads/16657-Uncle-Jack-attacks-Chapter-1-–-The-Kidnap?highlight=deacon

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Hey guys- posting here to re up this story for all the new guys on here in 2024. Whthole4U is an amazing writer, and contributed heavily to the site up till 2016 or 17 , when a story got him timed out, and his pride and feelings built up an anger and resentment, and he left the site. BUT- the stories on here from him are def good for getting you hard and cum flying- so check out all of his  writings by searching his name in the search box,upper right of the forum. There is one with an index of the Dr Mike series , with links, that is probably the wisest starting point

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links don’t work?

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On 11/7/2012 at 7:07 AM, whthole4u said:

leather gloved hand clamped around my throat as he snarled, “You got too big for us now? You can’t even fucking call? What’s

 

On 12/9/2012 at 9:47 AM, whthole4u said:

and thick, but luckily my ass was open and full of cum, so when he slammed me it hurt, but not as bad as it could have. “That hole

what happened to the  blond top and his well hung mates after? very hot!!

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Hey Miraclebox, and others- not sure about the links- may be when he went inactive the site disables links.BUTT- if you type his screen name into the search box and then when his profile cums up, click on the his activity tab, it will bring up 13 pages of results- skipping to page 12 or 13 will take you back to his earlier writings- Dr Mike is on page 12 of the search returns- but by going to the last return, 13, you can work back forward thru his woven storylines. 

And just for story authenticity- many of the settings he writes into his stories are actual Washington DC places. I cannot vouch for the basement bathroom at the library, but I have been to DC and know the Layfayette Square park is real and has many of the very types of guys he writes into his story. And out east by the Arboretum , there IS a seedy motel just as he describes. Not that I have actually gotten a room there, or wandered around the property- but it exists, trust me lol. 

Anyway- I hope for new guys, his writing will provide great stroking material, and for long time guys on here, a revisit to a good writer you may have lost track of.