Married Man Gets Drugged Up, Gangbanged And Converted

[rawTOP]

It was the late 90's. I was 35; married; 3 kids; a good boy, always trying to please; more (or less) faithful to my wife, to whom I'd been married for 15 years; providing my family with a steady income from my run-of-the-mill accounting job. And I hated it. Still I was reluctant to give in to my homosexuality, regarding it as a blemish on my character. But my hormones often got the best of me, and I ended up at the bars and baths—rarely—but with increasing frequency.

I developed an affinity for blowjobs, which progressed to getting laid. I was always the passive one, the Bottom. Back in those days, to my detriment, I played it safe and hardly ever fucked without a Condom. After each tryst, I felt guilty and ashamed, but on each occasion less and less. And I kept fucking my wife bare.

Just when I didn't want to go on with such duplicity, becoming more and more conflicted everyday—just when I was seriously considering leaving wife and kids—salvation came in the form of a new job, offering 200 travel days a year. With a generous expense account and a salary I'd heretofore only dreamt about, I jumped at the opportunity. Ironically, I kept our family together by keeping us apart.

I became very creative at seeking out the most popular Gay haunts—the leather bars, bath houses, tearooms, rest stops, parks, adult theaters, and bookstores. I left no stone unturned. I grew comfortable in my new role as a kinky, if somewhat masochistic Bottom, a sometime Slave, but always the Slut. During my trips home, I played the role of loving husband fucking his wife, while cuming to reveries of Male Cunt.

Sucking, felching, rimming, along with the ubiquitous Poppers became my daily regimen. I got fucked more and more. I developed tastes for spit, watersports, armpits, feet, and B&D and S&M. I loved Gay Sex and invited guys to my hotel rooms all hours of the day and night. Still I couldn't get enough. I started fucking bare on the proviso that they pull out. Of course there were the inevitable accidents. I knew I took a risk since I always bled when I got fucked. I wasn't yet amenable to taking Cum up the Ass, but more and more that turned me on.

It also turned me on fucking my wife, sharing the risk, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, as I pumped my NEG Gay Sperm up her straight Pussy. I'd hinted at an occasional Gay rendezvous, but never breathed a word about bareback sex. Gradually my guilt and reluctance dissipated as I sacrificed quality for quantity. I no longer had to strive to be a Cum Pig; I HAD BECOME ONE. I felt powerful and bad. I manipulated the Tops who thought they were manipulating me—into barebacking—in hopes that one or both of us would be inseminated with the Blessed Seed. And I continued to fuck my wife—with my Fist and up her Ass. How she raved about our new "open" relationship—the little Fool—my meal ticket to the family values so treasured by the outside world. I never told her how I'd cum to worship unsafe sex.

The turning point came when I got invited to a party in L.A. I emailed the host and asked if barebacking were permissible. He wrote back that he and several buds actually preferred it that way. Sometimes they had special little get-togethers for barebackers, and there was one such Friday night. He never actually said the words “Conversion Party.” I told him I was a relative newbie to group sex. "On the contrary, I think you'll fit right in. Be here at eight, and we'll talk it over." Marky seemed an all right kind of guy—not pushy, just hospitable. He assured me I'd enjoy myself. And no one would force me do to anything I didn’t want. That sounded great. "But Marky, are your buddies NEG?" "Who really knows his status, Sport? Just get here early, and we'll talk." On my drive down to L.A, I thought a lot about getting POZZED. There seemed to be distinct advantages—no longer having to worry about the Bug was the biggie that came to mind. And the disadvantages were too morbid to contemplate. Maybe POZ was not nearly as NEG as it was made out to be.

It was a little after eight when I rang the bell. I was stressed from the long drive, and Marky noticed it. "Have a cola, and let's share a joint. Help you unwind. I got some other stuff. Ecstasy, GHB, Coke. Just ask.” I took a few tokes, and he suggested I clean up. I told him I didn't do drugs, but I’d love to douche. He flashed me a quick smile. "Trust me. Chems have their place. They just make it a little easier to accept ourselves." Afterwards we shared another joint. We were looking at the profiles of his bareback friends as he chatted online. Marky whispered in my ear about how beautiful I was, how I deserved the Gift, and other bullshit, and gave me another cola. Foggy as I was, I didn’t think a thing of it. He told me he hosted a party every month or so. He usually invited 15 or 20 guys. Five or six regulars always showed up; the rest, depending. "I start inviting guys around 6 PM, by phone and on the Net. The party starts at 10. The guys who can make it pop in anytime between then and 6 AM. I'll try to get hold of my friend, Nigel. He lives right down the block," Marky smirked, massaging the PreCum pooling on my piss slit all over my dick head.

I felt so warm and comfy. I lay on the mattress besides the computer, jacking off, watching two studs go at it on TV. The music was growing deafening; the room lights seemed to dim; and, overall, I felt quite pleasant and relaxed. On hands and knees I crawled over to Marky and sucked his dick. He none too kindly rammed it down my throat. "Horny Pig! Must be the GHB. You're feeling it." "But I didn't want to do drugs!" I protested, thinking of the next drug test. Actually, I felt downright evil, hot, and sexy. I often have a problem with the gag reflex. But that night, no problemo at all. I wanted him down my throat, but he pushed me away. "Not yet, Cunt! I know you want it, but not nearly bad enough. Time for a pill, an XTC. The GHB got you horny, but you're way too laid-back. Take this, and you'll be fuck meat for the guys when they arrive." As I popped it down my throat I exploded. "I WANT TO BE RAPED, DAMN IT!" Marky gave me a devilish grin. "Give it to me, please!"

The doorbell rang. There was a commotion in the hall, followed by silence. Marky told me Nigel had gone to take a shower, and it was time for us to play. He knelt down to rim me and kissed me as he entered me. "My God, Your bare cock feels so good in me!" He gave me a joint and then his poppers. The drugs, combined with my predilection, had rendered me a total Slut. I wanted him to cum in me. But once again Marky spurned my advances and pulled out. He told me to turn around. I hadn't heard Nigel enter the room. I was astonished. He must have been 6’, had the deepest, darkest eyes I’d ever seen, the widest mouth, beautiful muscles, with an incredible 8 inches topped by a massive PA. He was perfection personified! I crawled over to him. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. He was like a faucet forcing spittle down my throat. He commanded me to suck his Dick. I took a lengthy hit of poppers as he ground that huge tool down my throat. Was I imagining things or did intense Gregorian music fill the room as Marky massaged something up my butt? "Just a little aid to relax your pussy." But it didn't feel good at all. My butt was on fire! "What the hell..." I started to protest, but was silenced in astonishment as Nigel ordered Marky to work a butt plug up my ass—in tandem with his uncut Cock. Nigel was pissing down my throat, while Marky twisted the latex dildo in beside his dick.

"YEAH, BOY! WE'RE GONNA IMPREGNATE YOU!" Show him the Dildo, Marky." It was slimey and BLOOD RED. "He's ready now, Marky. Cream away." Marky gave me another sniff, but it wasn't poppers. "Coke!" Marky grinned. "Like the stuff up your ass. You'll be a better fuck for it." Marky plowed my bleeding butt while I sucked Nigel's mammoth cock. He pissed again. "Yeah, fuckin' pig! Swallow my sick piss, you filthy slut!" Needless to say, I was preoccupied when Marky shot his cum in me. With the pervasive music, the twirling lights, Marky's tongue in my ear, his POZ Spooge dripping off my hairy Balls, and Nigel's massive rock hard rod fucking my face—I imploded from sensual overload. I started to cry. Marky spoke in singsongy, condescending voice. "Your first big test, boy; and you passed it well. Let's take a break."

"NO BREAK!" I screamed. "I WANT IT NOW! I WANT NIGEL TO RAPE MY ASS!" Nigel took my face between his hands, looking deep into my teary eyes. "BEG FOR IT, SLUT! BEG FOR MY AIDS CUM!" I didn't even hesitate. I searched his deep black eyes. "IF THE DEVIL EXISTS, NIGEL, YOU'RE IT. Just give me what you got. No ifs, ands or butts." "You sure, slut? Once we start, there's no turning back. I always finish what I start. So be sure. Be very, very sure." "I'm sure," but suddenly I was scared. The drugs were wearing off. It was still early—9 PM. I could make a break for it. As I watched Marky and Nigel prepare the sling, I plotted my escape. I pulled on my trousers, grabbed my tee, and made a mad dash for the door. The doorbell rang. Shit! Nigel turned and saw me. He tackled me, inadvertently bloodying my nose, and dragged me to the sling. My fate was sealed. I'd met my match. There’d be no escaping now. To add insult to injury, I had rug burns on my knees, and puked all over my bare chest. Dressed in black leather, an Asian twink named Tuan came, in, took in the scene, and helped bind my feet and hands and clean me up.

Marky prepared another cola, adding a vial of GHB. He also forced me to swallow another XTC tablet down my throat. It was either swallow it or choke. Tuan took a sniff of coke, then sprinkled some on my soiled, bloodied handkerchief and held it tightly to my lips while Marky pinched my nose. As you might expect, Nigel plunged his enormous pierced black cock up my ass, Marky's cum the only lube. I felt his P.A. searing me. While Marky kissed me, Tuan sucked my cock. I came as Nigel exploded up my Ass. Marky felched me and we kissed—our lips a crimson kaleidoscope of cum, piss and blood. After that Tuan took his turn and dumped yet another POZ LOAD up my ass.

The rest was almost anticlimactic. It was 10 PM. The party had barely begun, and already I'd been bred. More guys came in. I was only half awake. I don't know how many loads I took, but one thing was for sure: I got POZZED that night. Four weeks later I was laid up with the fuck flu. Feverish though I was, my joints protesting every move, I screwed my "shield of respectability," while fantasizing about shit holes and mancunt.

Edited July 17, 2011 by Hotload84

[sleazecumhole]

How i wish that could be mine conversion,drugged raped pozzed

[atyl7u]

Drugged and helpless while being bred. My fantasy.

[kinkydawg]

fuck yeah, love getting drugged up and used. One night I remember drinking rum with a bear couple in their room at a sauna in Montreal. They tag teamed my ass raw, then the door was open and I was taking anonymous cock. I came to hours later with another couple tag teaming my ass. Wish I remembered what happened in between.

[capetownbtm]

Intense! Am I too young (19) to attempt this?

[RawPartyZone]

I think I just came...

[kente]

That a fucking hot way to get pozzed!!!

[lungfucker]

I cum every time I read this story. I think that is telling me what my future should hold. Toss in some forced chain-smoking while in the sling, and I'd be a pig in heaven.

[Guest]

Hey rawTOP, great story! Reading it made me hard as rock! Why? Because I was in the same situation. No kids though I made sure and got "fixed". I couldn't fight off my homosexuality either. I craved going to the bath houses locally and planned fake business trips just to have gay sex with men I arranged to meet at my hotel room and to go bath houses and gay bars in large cities for anonymous sex. Always the bottom and bareback only. The pleasure of satifying horny tops bare dick consumed me, it was the ultimate pleasaure for me while being honored that he dumped his raw man seed in me and that is all I wanted to do for a pastime. I had become a GAY CUM PIG bottom. At first I feared HIV infection, but knew it was inevitable as I allowed more "risky" tops to fuck me bareback. But the fear emasculated me and became an occupation to find "neg" guys. Which a "neg" test only proved that you "were" neg before but maybe not now. I watched "poz" guys fucking with no fear and they seem so masculine. I too, decided I would do the same and became a bug chaser and gain my freedom, not just being "pozzed" but from the fear and mediocrity of being "neg". As I embarked on my new bug chasing journey the first top I met at the bath house was "poz". Please read my blog, "My Conversion". I'm happy and that I made the choice and now "living with AIDS".

Edited July 17, 2011 by shavedtail

[pissnme]

woof yes wish i had happpen to me

[whorepig]

really hot story, there is just something about big thick cock that makes a pig weak in the knees and eventually just got to have it and all that come with it, we pick up the pieces and keep moving

[mike43]

Great story would love that to happen to me

[pigsnout]

Love this story.  Love to be used and abused and made into a total cumdump with no limits.  

[TTFN]

Would love to be converted like this, gang raped by poz MEN especially big black men with big cocks and oversize PAs to tear up my hole.

[cumcruzer69]

So Hot! That story is incredible and a great fantasy for me!!!