The Dark Ritual: Pozzed For The Goat Ov Fukk

[Guest PozGoat]

9999% fiction.

 

WARNING: Heavy on the evil themes.. (You've been warned)



Licentiousness:
sexually unrestrained; lascivious; lewd; immoral; lacking moral restraint

1991.

Aids had taken an entire generation of gay men from us. Early antiretroviral meds only worked to slow the progression of conversion to full-blown AIDS. Modern meds that beat down the virus to undetectable levels were still several years from hitting the market, about 1996 was considered the year that we turned the corner with modern meds that worked.

I remember well the fear surrounding AIDS. Everyone was afraid of it. To a sex pig like me, the fear only added to the roulette-like thrill of barebacking. The vibe going around the gay community at the time was that anyone could be infected and that most who were infected didn't know they were. Barebacking was like flirting with your fuck of death.

Which only added to the thrill of barebacking in those days. Only the piggiest of the pigs chased the love bug back in those days.

The following is a fictional tale from my chasing days and my conversion..

I awoke in a puddle of sweat. As I stood up from my bed I looked at the wet imprint of my body on the sheets from my severe night sweats. I was so cold that I was shivering. My whole body ached and felt very ill with severe flu-like symptoms. I had suddenly fallen ill with a strange flu-like illness, beginning about two days ago. My joints ached everywhere. I was feverish yet chilled at the same time. I had severe diarrhea and was quite nauseated too. But those fucking night sweats, waking up in a puddle like that is something I will never forget.

What's happening to me and what have I done? As the anxiety from my illness set in, I rolled a joint and lit it up. Soon after I felt a calm set in as the herb worked its magic. As I calmed down I thought back to that fateful night 3 weeks ago, and soon my cock began to stiffen. Even while sick, I was getting hard thinking back to that night of depravity and sickness.

About 3 weeks ago..

Friday afternoon. I had just got home from work and waiting in anticipation for the phone to ring. I was waiting for a call from a close friend and regular fuckbud, Jon. He was setting up a threesome breeding party for me. Jon had recently tested positive for HIV. We were both neg when I first met Jon. As our friendship grew, so did our sharing of each others nasty kinks and fantasies. We both fantasized about becoming poz and would often talk about poz sex during our fuck sessions. We were both versatile and loved swapping loads so we always added nasty poz talk to our fuck sessions for added thrill. Whichever of us was topping would tell the bottom that "I'm gonna shoot my poz infected cum deep in your guts." etc. We were both neg, until Jon's recent poz results.

It was all fantasy at first because we were both terrified of actually becoming poz. But, our resolve slowly melted away and we soon agreed that we were real chasers by our actions. We were both bareback fuckpigs that took and gave loads with reckless abandon. We both loved the adult bookstore video booth with gloryholes scene. We both loved the baths before they were shut down by many local health departments, all across America. NYC, SF etc were shutting down all sex clubs during the height of AIDS, late 80's-early 90's.

I was 21. Jon was 22. Jon was really getting into the sex party scene. Through that, he met a few poz dudes. One poz guy in particular, Jon swore that he was the guy that pozzed Jon. He was sure of it. They'd met at a BB party and ended up doing a few private fuck sessions in the following days. Soon after, Jon became very ill with the same flu-like symptoms that I am experiencing. A couple months later, he tested poz.

Pozdevildad was his name. Jon said that it was the only name that he went by when they met up and fucked. PDD was 48 years old. He was diagnosed with AIDS about a year ago and his health had taken a turn for the worse. His most recent T-cell count was 26. Jon described PDD as gaunt and very frail looking. This was the third person in our threesome. PDD and Jon were going to breed and convert my hole.

I was finally going to go through with what Jon described as a breeding ritual. Something that PDD specialized in, having breeding parties at his home in his sex playroom. Jon said that PDD preferred to refer to those parties as 'breeding rituals'. Whatever he wanted to call it, to me it was a chasers dream. A breeding ritual meant to convert me.

According to Jon, Pozdevildad was a practitioner of worshiping the prince of darkness, the devil. "Ok", I thought. I'm not religious at all but whatever floats his boat. Besides it sounded very kinky that I would be the 'sacrifice' in a breeding ritual. Sacrificed to the devil, according to Jon who was fucked by PDD in similar rituals of his own, likely pozzing Jon.

Then my phone rang. It was Jon. He said that everything was set up and ready and that Pozdevildad was eager to breed me. Jon had shown PDD a few pics of me. Jon told me that I would be restrained in a sling and fucked and fisted by Jon and PDD until they were both drained dry. All I had to do was show up, lay there and get fucked, while this 'ritual' took place.

Jon also said that PDD was very much into leather and that I'd be expected to wear some, provided by PDD once I arrive. I usually wear a leath cheststrap harness during sex, so I would wear that. I was curious about what other leather items that PDD wanted me to wear throughout this ritual. I didn't care. It all sounded so hot that I would've wore polka dots if that's what got these two pig fuckers off. A leather fuckfest sounded very hot, I'll admit that without doubt.

After a thorough explanation by Jon of what I should expect and what time we should show up at PDD's home, I hung up the phone and began to clean out my butt, deep enema style. Clean enough to get fisted hard without any brown. I worked my clean hole with a large, thick dildo to make sure I was clean and to stretch it out a bit in preparation for taking a fist. I showered and started getting dressed when I heard a knock at the door. It was Jon.

We hugged and kissed. Jon then asked, "Are you ready for this?" I answered, "Yes, I've never been more ready for anything. I admit, I'm a bit nervous, but ready." I thought to myself that I knew that I was going to get pumped full of virus that night and that I would convert to being HIV poz. The thought made me tingle with excited anticipation and made my cock grow. I wiped my mind clean. We had to get going. It was time.

Jon and I jumped in my car and drove the 20 minute drive to Pozdevildad's home. I was nervous and yet oh so excited thinking about what was going to take place. We arrived at PDD's and parked. Jon said, "Wait in the car for a minute while I run in and let PDD know that we're here." As he ran in the house. PDD had a nice place. Not huge but not tiny either. Looked like he could have some nice sized sex parties there. Then Jon came running back out to the car and informed me that I could come in.

We entered the house and I followed Jon downstairs into what was laid out as a sex party room, almost like a dungeon. The walls were painted black. The large basement room had a rimchair in one corner, a sawhorse-style fuckbench in another corner, a sling in the center of the room hung from the ceiling. A large TV in another corner had porn playing. The lighting was red which added the perfect touch to the dark ambiance while still providing plenty of light to see everything. I quickly stripped naked and gave my cloth to Jon to put away. He said he was going to go check on PDD who was dressing up in his leathers upstairs.

As Jon left the room, I jumped in the sling wearing only my leather chest harness. I noticed something hanging on the wall in front of me, facing me while laying in the sling. As my eyes adjusted to the low light, I made out an inverted pentagram hanging on the wall. Adorned on each side were two thick black candles secured in sconces, mounted to the wall. To my right was a huge mirror hung on the wall that reflected me laying in the sling and everything around me. I imagined that once a sex party was happening, the whole scene would be reflected in the mirror. What a hot scenario that would soon be. I looked up. Another huge mirror mounted to the ceiling above the sling. This was quite a playroom indeed.

Then Jon came running back down the stairs and was holding something in his hands. "Pozdevildad wants you to wear this tonight." ,Jon said. He handed me a leather hood to put on over my head. Upon closer examination, it was a black leather hood made in the shape of a pigs head, complete with pointy ears. Oink! I couldn't wait to put it on. I slipped it on and fastened the strap. Then I looked in the mirror, Jon standing beside me, he commented, "That pig hood looks so fucking hot on you." I agreed. I felt extra piggy.

While I was donning the hood, Jon was rolling a joint. We lit it up and passed it back and forth until it was gone. The herb hit me and felt great. I was a baked whore, about to get bred.
Jon then said, "Time to put you in the sling and strap you in." I eagerly jumped back in the sling, put my legs up in to the leg straps. Jon secured them, strapping me into the sling. Jon said, "It's time. I'm going to get PDD. He's ready." I said, "So am I." As Jon headed back upstairs he flipped a switch on the wall and the pentagram lit up. Red. On the black wall the red pentagram, about two feet in diameter with a sinister glow, stairing me back in the face. I was so fucking horned now that I was rock hard. It felt so dark and evil. Somehow that added to the sexual vibe.

I heard Jon and PDD. Jon came running down the stairs and stopped at the bottom. He looked at me and said, "May I introduce, Pozdevildad." And there he was coming down the stairs. He was wearing a leather biker hat, a leather bar vest, and chaps. Damn he looked hot in his leathers. As he got to the bottom of the steps and walked up to me, laying in the sling with a raging woody of my own, I got a full view of PDD in all of his wasted glory.

Jon wasn't lying when he said this dude was wasted and gaunt. His cheeks were sunken and his face wasted. He was skeletal thin. As thin as he was, his belly protruded. As my eyes focused in the dim light, I noticed that his chest and abdomen were covered with several small skin blotches. KS lesions. I'd heard of KS but had never seen it. As I took him in I almost came right there, thinking that this sickly looking person was about to breed my ass full of his nastiness about made me shoot. I kept my composer and looked at his dick. He had a nice hard 7". Uncut with a hooded cockhead. He also had a nice sized pair of poz nuts.

PDD looked at me and said, "My master will be pleased with you." He then leaned forward and gave me a long, sloppy wet kiss. He then back away and said, "Let our ritual began with a prayer." Jon lit both candles aside the pentagram. The whole 'altar' looked so erotic. Jon and PDD knelt before the pentagram for a moment, then stood and PDD moved between my legs and held his horned hand over my head and began his prayer.

The prayer and invocation..
 

O Serpent and Lion, we invoke thee upon this sling ov pigsex

O Snake, thou art God, coil underneath this sling with thee, we reunite
 

With blood we make this covenant as we taste from the cup ov  fornication, an act ov rebellion.
 

We raise our glass to blasphemy and piss upon the altar.
 

DEITY LUCIFER- WE SUMMON YOU
 

THE GOAT OV FUKK, THE COCK OV FIRE
 

May your spawn dance among his blood cells with their unholy magic of the withering plague.
 

Licentiousness upon thee. (as PDD held his horned hand over my head)
 

Master Lucifer- WE GREET THY PRESENCE.
 

Call him(me), to black flame.

"Fuck me." ,I thought. I'd never heard anything like that before. As PDD finished his prayer, both him and Jon started to piss all over me. In my open mouth, all over my chest, they hosed me down good. I drank and swallowed much and I could smell their piss all over me.

PDD moved to my right side and pointed his hard cock to my mouth. I turned my head to the right so I could inhale his stiff 7 incher. The pig hood didn't cover my mouth so I could still suck cock. The snout was at the end of my nose and when I inhaled PDD cock, the snout bottomed out against his protruding belly. I sucked his nasty toxic cock greedily. Like I was trying to suck his balls through it. I'd never been so horned up, ever, and sucked him like I meant it.

Being so close to his body, I could see the KS lesions in plain view up close. There was a fairly large purplish blotch above his cock and just below his belly button. I licked it. I lavished it. I pulled back abit to look at it and it seemed to glow. I was getting off by licking his KS lesions and he looked down and saw what I was doing and was pleased. "Your a good pig aren't you." ,said PDD. "Yes, master." ,I replied. PDD turned to Jon and said, "It's time to do your thing."

Jon handed me a new bottle of poppers. He then produced a bottle of fisting lube. He moved between my legs as I laid there, strapped in the sling. He covered his hand with lube and smeared a bunch into my ass crack and hole. I opened the poppers. POP! I love that sound. I opened and took a hit of poppers. My head started to swim in eroticism. I felt a hunger grow within my hole. My cock was raging hard. Jon then gave me what I needed. He shaped his lubed hand like a cone and placed it at the entrance to my hole.

I said, "Give me your hand. Open up my guts for what I am about to receive." ,as my head swam from the poppers. I took another hit and my hole opened. Jon pushed his coned hand forward into my hole, slowly. I took another hit and told Jon to sink it. Put that hand in me. I wanted his fist so bad. I wanted to feel that stretch. The true feeling of being opened that only a fist can bring.

I felt his hand slide through my pigkunt hole. I felt every hair on his hand, every bump, scar, knuckle, as it slid through until I felt the 'plop' of the fist as the knuckles pass through the hole, sinking to the wrist and beyond. I had his full hand inside of me now. "Ball it up." , I told Jon like a greedy pig as I took another hit of poppers. I felt Jons hand in my hole ball up into a fist. "Now, move it in and out." , I begged. Jon slowly pulled his clenched fist out, then slowly slid it back in. The stretch of a full fist going into my pigkunt hole now sent me nearly over the edge. I was in pig heaven.

Fisting is the gift that keeps giving because the hole keeps that raw stretched out feeling for many hours afterward. There is nothing like the feeling of getting fucked after getting fisted because the hole still has that raw, ripe, abused feeling.

Jon pulled his fist out of my ass and showed it to me up close. We could see little rivulets of blood on his fist from the small tears in my hole. The perfect primer for a good breeding. No better way to open up a hole for a poz breeding to take, to ensure conversion. Fisting is the best hole prep for a good breeding.

PDD looked at Jon's hand and was pleased. He too saw the tiny drops of blood. He smiled with an evil snear. In the meantime, PDD had grabbed a toothbrush and was brushing the side of his cock shaft, just behind his cockhead. He brushed it until it turned red. He showed me the toothbrush. I saw pink in the bristles. He then moved around in between my legs and knelt down to work my hole with the toothbrush. My hole was already abused and somewhat numbed from the fisting so the toothbrush kind of tickled.

PDD worked my hole good and hard with the toothbrush until he pulled it out and showed it to me. It was much redder now. Clearly it worked to scratch up my hole good. Fisted, toothbrushed, my hole was ready for a good poz conversion. The thought made me numb with horniness. I couldn't believe what I was about to do, and how hot it made me.

"I need you to fuck me with your nasty poz deathstick right fucking now!" , I begged, I demanded. "Good pigkunt. That's what I like to hear." , PDD replied. "You're as ready to be bred as anyone I've ever bred." , said PDD. He positioned himself between my legs and aimed his uncut toxic cock at my hole and pressed forward. I felt his cockhead touch my hole and plow though into my guts. I moaned like a pig, "That's it, daddy, breed my pigkunt full of your toxic AIDS swimmers."

"Oh I'm going to. You keep talking to me like that, I'm going to. Yeah pigkunt, your neg hole is sucking my cock in deep." ,he moaned. "Fuck your evil venom into my ass. Shoot your AIDS cum into my guts." ,I demanded. "Infect my blood. Forever."

PDD fucked me hard and fast. He long stroked me in and out. He rough fucked my begging hole and my hole worked to suck his cock dry, to suck the poz cum from his balls and drain them dry, deep in my guts. His poz cock felt so good going in and out of my hole. I was so hard and about to shoot just from the raw pig lust of having a poz cock inside of me.

"Empty your nasty poz balls in me!" ,I cried. "Your cum is going to make me sick, isn't it." His fuck pace quickened and he said, "I'm gonna cum. I'm getting close." He then raised his horned hand over my head and said something that I will never forget.

"I condemn you to withering death, and an eternal hunger for poz cum." , he sneared. His fuckpace continued to quicken and he started to growl at a low pitch at first. His growl became louder and he growled, "Yeah pig, you want my fucking AIDS CUM? Take it. Take it for Lucifer, our master."

I was stroking my rock hard cock at a furious pace, knowing he was about to cum in me. I couldn't take it anymore and began to squirt all over my chest. I watched my cock shoot the LAST NEG LOAD THAT IT WOULD EVER SHOOT.
Jon was there to swallow the last couple of squirts and quickly licked up the blobs of cum off my chest.
Pozdevildad then started to howl and shake as he flooded my guts with his toxic AIDS viral cum deep in my guts, I FELT IT SPRAY. I felt his warm squirts. He kept howling and convulsing as he emptied his poz balls in my ass, infecting me with hiv. I drained his poz balls dry. I felt his cum sting in my tore up hole's little tears. It stung so good. I knew that his virus had straight access into my blood and that it was infecting my blood. Forever.

"Take my festering disease. Take my diseased cum. Take my AIDS in you." ,as he collapsed on top of me.

Jon had to help PDD up off of me. Cumming in his sickly state must've really drained him. He plopped down on a bench to gather himself. Jon immediately dropped to his knees between my legs and stuck his face in my hole to lick up the poz cum that had leaked from my ass.

Jon then slid his hand into my ass to once again fist me. He pulled his hand out and punched right back in. Jon fisted me for a good several minutes to really work that nasty poz cum into my guts. After several minutes Jon said, "I need to fuck your hole, I'm about to shoot all over." He slid his hand out of my hole and showed me his hand. More little blood rivulets and Jon also had a blob of cum in the palm of his hand from my ass that he smeared all over his 8" cock as he aimed it at my hole.

Jon sunk his poz cock to the balls in one swoop. "AHH, Pozdevildad's cum makes such a fine lube." , moaned Jon. I could tell just how horned up Jon was. He'd just witnessed a breeding conversion firsthand and had to be ready to explode. He didn't last long. Perhaps in part due to my piggish begging for Jon's poz cum.

"Convert me with your poz cum." ,I moaned. That's all he needed to hear as he started to howl and convulse as I felt him gush his toxic poz goop deep in my guts. Jon emptied his poz balls deep in me. My hole drained his poz balls dry. Jon collapsed on me and we kissed deeply. I was in pig heaven. Two loads of nasty poz seed deep in my guts.

Letting Pozdevildad and Jon shoot their poz cum in my hole is why I'm now sick with this horrid flu.

 

Sacrificed.

 

Pozzed for the Goat ov Fukk, by the cock ov fire.

[FatFuckPigMA]

I Ma's the days when pot and poppers were considered party favors. Like this fosting, do much sexier than blood slamming. Reminded me of the early 90s.

[Giftundpozempfangb]

wonderful story, to get so it bred and accept it is class. wonderfully made

 

[Guest]

Excellent story that resonates with me on so many levels, starting with the thrill I felt willingly letting guys with AIDS fuck me raw in the 1980. The rush I felt when a diseased pig mounted my ass and slid his weapon into my young cunt took me higher than any drug ever could. I remember feeling both trapped and loved as his bony fingers and skinny arms wrap tightly around my body and his shallow breaths quickened and he spewed his virus in my guts.

 

Just when I thought sex could never get any hotter, I was introduced to 999. As a devout Catholic, the sin and sacrilege of worshipping Sarah Palin and begging for his blessing and bug when a guy with AIDS fucked me blew my mind and set me on a life of sexual hedonism with no apologies, fears or regrets. 

[Memprys]

This is a fantastic story, and reminds me of the reasons that I first wanted to begin chasing the bug.  The evil in this story is shudderingly wonderful.

[Guest PozGoat]

Excellent story that resonates with me on so many levels, starting with the thrill I felt willingly letting guys with AIDS fuck me raw in the 1980. The rush I felt when a diseased pig mounted my ass and slid his weapon into my young cunt took me higher than any drug ever could. I remember feeling both trapped and loved as his bony fingers and skinny arms wrap tightly around my body and his shallow breaths quickened and he spewed his virus in my guts.

 

Just when I thought sex could never get any hotter, I was introduced to99. As a devout Catholic, the sin and sacrilege of worshipping Sarah Palin and begging for his blessing and bug when a guy with AIDS fucked me blew my mind and set me on a life of sexual hedonism with no apologies, fears or regrets. 

Bugbrother, something about great minds..

 

I've only just begun to read some of your incredibly hot posts in the story section and mirror your hot pervd-n-twistd mentality.

 

Resonates. Your use of that term nailed it. We think alike. Buddy, I'd luv to swap strains with you as to 'enhance' each others blood, brain, spirit..

 

To strengthen our strains and carry/pass on the glorious bugs gifted to us by our pozfathers. I'd also luv to tag-team breed some lucky neg bottom with you. Use each others toxic goop for lube while we defile his body, mind, and soul with our gifts.

 

I also got off on your comment about being trapped, but liking that fact and the eroticism of the fact that we both like it. Betrayed by our own bodies because we found it so hot that we could have left, got-out, of the scenario but we chose to stay, and get bred because our bodies and minds found it so hot, that we couldn't leave.

 

There are few things hotter to me than a wasted, sickly, bony fucker with his arms wrapped around me. The body contact with his sick body touches my soul or at least something within me. To feel his poz weapon invade my bunghole satisfies something primal and animalistic within me. I'm guessing that all resonates with you down to the letter. I've been fisted a few times by bony fuckers and to feel a wasted bony hand/arm go into my hole sent me into la-la land/pig heaven.

 

Buddy, If I ever get to Cali, we'll make that state shake although I'm guessing you've made it shake many times, you hot fucking depraved POZ animal.

 

Oink

[edmbugger]

very hot story i'd love to go thru such a ritual!

[Lalo]

Talk of Lucifer in the story really gets me off. In every way AIDS is a disease that is nothing short of evil. Look at how many people it has killed and continues to kill around the world! What makes it so damn hot is that pigs like us love diseases that kill. Partly because we are sick fucks. But the thought of dying from AIDS because some guy wanted to gift you is beyond hot. More over, the way gift givers stealth or otherwise infect innocent lives is just an act of pure evil. Let's face it- it's really fucked up. But we have fun doing bad things to good people. Knowing that we will be responsive for someone's death from a deadly disease brings Joy to our lives. It's an act of pure evil that truly makes a gift giver so happy. We truly are students of Lucifer- just pure evil. We find death to be sexually stimulating. What else can be more exciting! NOTHING! I know I love AIDS because it costs so much to the infected. It ruins lives and I love it...I will never stop looking for it no matter what. AIDS would make me truly happy. No questions asked

[Lalo]

Worshiping Sarah Palin is at the core of any good pig. I know for me I ask Sarah Palin everyday that when I am given the gift of this disease I hope that he can put my family and friends through a very awful and hurtful ride watching me die slowly. I can't imagine how fun it'll be to know I am putting them through absolute horror and pain. It'll be a blast to cause such suffering in them. I know the lord Sarah Palin has that in store for me. Nothing will ever compare with how much fun evil truly is. Evil has no limits. It causes destruction and horror to all that don't love it. After All guys- WE LOVE EVIL! Let's work together to ensure we have the Joy of destroying people's lives

[Guest PozGoat]

Worshiping Sarah Palin is at the core of any good pig. I know for me I ask Sarah Palin everyday that when I am given the gift of this disease I hope that he can put my family and friends through a very awful and hurtful ride watching me die slowly. I can't imagine how fun it'll be to know I am putting them through absolute horror and pain. It'll be a blast to cause such suffering in them. I know the lord Sarah Palin has that in store for me. Nothing will ever compare with how much fun evil truly is. Evil has no limits. It causes destruction and horror to all that don't love it. After All guys- WE LOVE EVIL! Let's work together to ensure we have the Joy of destroying people's lives

The rebellion of sin is sexually hot on a level I have a hard time putting into words. Sin is woven into my sexual being, I'm guessing that many here resonate that sentiment.

 

Something about sin that is so hot. I live for it.

 

OINK!

[Bttm2go]

Very different story. Really enjoyed where it took me.

[Kevin]

So, so, SO fucking hot, nasty, twisted and EVIL!!  I found out just recently that after having been "undetectable" for over a year, my VL has now climbed to just over 300,000! And that was in a matter of months! The first thing I did was hit up 2 guys I've pnp'd with on A4A who are chasers. I have fucked both of them more than once but they are still neg. When I told them about my new status, we had a Tina pozzing weekend. I'm not sure who was more excited - them to receive my newly-recharged virus, or me for the evil thrill of bringing them into the Brotherhood!! Sarah Palin's darkness is so HOT and NASTY!!

[Guest]

The rebellion of sin is sexually hot on a level I have a hard time putting into words. Sin is woven into my sexual being, I'm guessing that many here resonate that sentiment.

 

Something about sin that is so hot. I live for it.

 

OINK!

You've got me pegged EXACTLY, stud! S@tan and poz bug are at the core of my darkest and hottest fantasies...

[Dragon1974]

HAIL Evil Pig Fuckers. Do any of you evil pigs now of a story I came across years ago. I can't remember the fucking site. It's about this guy that goes to a Satanic ritual with a group of unknown guys and they sit in a circle and are offered Chems of whatever they desire by the Dark Priests naked son and then end up being gifted one by one by the only poz dude there??

[Hellboy]

Fucken hot story