How Low Will I Go -The Saga Continues

[shinelover]

FEELING LOW, FEELING HIGH (How Low Will I Go . . . continued)

 

Well there was no surprise what happened about a week later:  I woke up feeling like shit.  Worse than shit.  I was sweaty and feverish and achy all over.  Yup, the fuck flu was beginning to kick my ass.  Despite the fatigue, I had enough mental brain power to do a little calendar calculation in my head.  I supposed it is possible that taking all of those loads from the AIDS patients at the hospice could infect me severely enough to kick in after a week.  Could it?

 

Part of me was still thinking (and maybe hoping) that it was from that first day, with that first skinny wasting man who passed me off at the bathhouse.  I knew my 'hope' was a little stupid - it could have come from any of them.  Or Stu or David.  Or a combination.  I could be carrying all of their HIV babies all at once!

 

My stomach was rolling and my mind was spinning.  Actually, that was the room.  I was thinking too hard about it:  I had gotten what I wanted.  What was next?  I really did feel like shit, but my dick was standing at full mast and I was fucking horny, knowing I was finally a part of The Brotherhood.

 

Even though I really didn’t have the energy, I dragged my sickly ass out of bed, cleaned myself up (and out), pulled on a jock strap, a pair of nylon trackies and a tee shirt, then headed out.  I wanted to go back to where it all began.  So I hopped a cab just outside of my building.  The cabbie kept eyeing me in the rear view mirror and after a minute or so kindly asked “You feeling alright, buddy?”

 

“I’m, uh, just a little under the weather,” I replied, "but nothing to worry about.  I’m on my way to get a little more . . . medicine.”

 

He dropped me off at the corner and I walked the few doors down to the black door of the hidden bathhouse.  I carefully made my way down the stairs, praying that my legs would hold me up all the way down.  The same guy was behind the desk and I slipped him the entrance fee.  He squinted at me.  He knew.  “You okay?” he asked.

 

I wondered just what answer was the right one in these circumstances. T o hell with it.  “Fuck flu,” I blurted out.

 

Just then out came the first guy from that first time, the frail and sick looking one.  He was smiling at me, and his cock stood mighty and hard.  “Time to finish what we started,” he said in a husky voice.

 

He didn’t give me time to undress or find somewhere more comfortable to fuck.  He simply pulled me around the corner, yanked my pants down and entered my ass, slam-fucking me hard, with only the precum from his big cock as lube.  I was too exhausted to make much of a fuss over the discomfort, and besides, it always feels great to have a man up in my hole, even if it was, on occasion, a literal pain in the ass.

 

For such a slight looking man, his hands gripped my hips quite strongly, his bony fingers digging into me while his big bone dug into my greedy fuck hole.  He slammed into me hard, really hard, clearly trying to tear me up inside so that he could ensure a clear path of travel for his potent toxic seed to enter into me again.  I closed my eyes for a minute, basking in the hypnotic sound of our skin smacking into one another again and again.

 

I could have died right then and there and would have been one happy pig.

 

He pounded my insides to mush, and he was sweating quite a bit and breathing hard, so I knew that it wouldn’t be much longer.  His grip on my hips grew painful as he growled like some sort of wounded animal, his cock swelling inside of me and depositing his viral load into me once again, most certainly impregnating me.

 

He remained in side my ass until his cock grew soft and slid out of my wet and sloppy hole on its own accord.  Reaching down, the guy reached down and massaged the cum that had leaked out into my swollen and tender ass.

 

I had expected the other guys who had come to watch to step up and take their turns on me but, much to my disappointment, they didn’t.  Instead, he pulled my pants back into place and led me out front where he put his clothes on and guided me back the way I’d come.  Turning to him I asked “What’s going on?”

 

“I’ve got something special in mind for you,” he replied with an evil glint in his eyes.

 

Well my initial disappointment vanished instantly and my cock sprang back to life.  We took our time slowly ascended the stairs up to street level.  I think that we both felt like shit, but somehow we both walked unhindered, and he guided me to a nearby park.  I had been by here before but usually avoided it, having seen some of the wasted burn-out types who hung out there all the time.

 

After having been used like a whore as I have been lately, I knew now that I was in no position to judge them.  It also occurred to me that I still didn’t know the guy's name but I was following him around like a lost puppy.

 

And he seemed to know a lot of the guys we passed.  Perhaps he was one of them.  I wondered if that was how he got infected, sharing needles or something.

 

“You think you’ve gone down the rabbit hole?  ou've only just stepped through the entrance,” he commented, smirking. “I can tell that you are not the type of pig who will be satisfied until you’re completely degraded and trashed.”

 

My mind was telling me that I didn’t like the sounds of that, but I couldn’t ignore the enormous tent sticking out in front of my pants.  Damn this thing sometimes!

 

“We could have stayed at the bathhouse and let all of those guys used you again.  But let's face it - been there, done that.  You need something new, don’t you?  Something . . . more?

 

My heart was pounding hard and my breathing was already more of a pant.  How did this guy get into my head like that?  I just nodded at him, knowing that everything he said about me was right.  I would trust that he would know just what it would take to satisfy my inner pig.

 

He finally stopped at a group of some seven guys, all looking really rough and tough.  They didn’t look to be homeless, just really sort of seedy looking.  I guess they were just hanging out looking for something to do.  Or some-ONE.  He pulled one guy away and spoke very quietly to him for several minutes.  Every so often they would both look over at me, and the man he was talking to would raise his eyebrows sometimes or smirk at me.  When they finished whispering, they both looked at me and said, “Let’s go,” and I, along with the others, walked over to a beat up old van at the other end of the park.  It was filthy inside and the back had no seats.

 

One of the guys, a big man who was real hairy bear, grabbed hold of me and pulled me to his lap. “Why don’t you sit on me until we get there?” he growled into my ear.

 

I figured ‘Fine, I’m sure his lap is much more comfortable than the floor’, so I smiled at him.

 

“Well go ahead, lose the pants,” he snapped at me.

 

Duh, he really wanted me to sit on him!  Also fine by me, so I stood and shucked off my pants, and then straddled his lap, working his already hard cock out of his pants.  One load in my hole helped get his fat uncut cock into my hungry hole.

 

And I do mean fat. He wasn’t longer than seven inches, but he had to be more than that around!  I fucking loved feeling his cock stretch my hole open wide.  I leaned my head back and smiled to myself, not even particularly aware of the other guys watching me.  Only his cock and my hole.

 

He started talking to me, so I snapped out of my personal daze and looked at his face.  He was actually quite handsome.  I have always loved a bear.  He didn’t look skinny enough to be a junkie, not that I had much experience.  I’ve always been a lightweight when it comes to substances.

 

“You are a good little whore, aren’t ya'?” he asked, adding “Fuck, your ass feels good on my cock.  I’m going to enjoy using you plenty,” he growled as he thrust his hips up to get as much of his cock into my hole as was possible.  He continued to growl and rut up into my lusting hole, but after a few minutes I tuned into the other guys complaining to him that he was hogging the hole.  Evidently they all wanted their turn.

 

“Fine,” he grumbled.  “Get off,” he said to me, shoving me off of his still throbbing dick.

 

My friend who had brought me to these guys was sitting up front with the driver and one other man, so that left me in the back with four guys other than the one who had already been in me.  Eeny, meeny, miny, moe....

 

I didn’t have to bother choosing between them, as the first guy nearest me tossed me down to me knees, shuffled on his knees behind me and hammered his dick balls deep inside me.  I howled from the shock of it.  He wasn’t all that big, but I wasn’t wide open and gaping just yet so my hole needed to adjust to the sudden invasion.  “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he snarled, ramming into me over and over again.

 

He pounded me like this for just a couple of minutes and then I was dragged onto the next guy, and the next and the next.  By this time my hole had loosened up good and was feeling really sloppy.  Also by this time we had reached our destination.

 

The van stopped and the side door slid wide open, exposing me in all of my nakedness to anyone who might pass by.  The man who I now recognized as the leader of the group (and the driver of the van) grabbed my clothes from the floor of the van and just nodded his head in the direction of the house where we were parked.

 

Luckily as I peeked out I couldn’t see any other houses in close proximity, so I didn’t have to worry about making the naked sprint to the front door.  I could feel cum from my first fuck (plus all of their precum and surely some blood) trickling down the insides of my legs as I walked, and my cock got stiffer.  Something about feeling cum running down my legs reminds me that I was a whore, which excited me more than ever.

 

They led me down to a rough and unfinished basement, with little in the way of furniture.  Or light, for that matter.  Just a beat up old sofa, a few folding chairs, and some exposed metal posts and wooden beams.  Charming.

 

The leader suddenly grabbed my hands and in a flash, before I could register what was happening, he had me chained to one of the metal posts in the middle of the room.  From there he sauntered over to a dark corner where I heard him dragging something.

 

Then he and one of the other guys picked it up -looked to me like they’d build their own fuck bench.  Two of the other guys took hold of my legs and lifted me up in the air, which made me feel very much like a frog:  arms out in front of me, legs back and splayed, stomach facing down.  The fuck bench was slid in place under me and I was set down on top of it.

 

“This’ll be your home until we’re done with you,” the leader said, patting the bench.  “Almost all of us have had a turn in you, but not quite.  But as none of us have unloaded in you yet, we‘ve got some work ahead of us.”

 

With that, I could hear him unbuckling his pants and saw him kick them off to the side.  He entered me and took hold of my hips while he took his time in me.  It was a very good fuck, not rough, but not slow and tender either.  Just good quality dick in a hungry pig hole.

 

He had stamina, too.  He kept it up for a good 20-30 minutes and wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down.  Another 10 minutes and he leaned himself down on top of me so he could whisper in my ear. “I just got back from Cuba a couple of months ago.  I brought something back with me . . . and it didn't come from the duty-free,” he told me, in a cross between a whisper and a  growl, his breath so hot and stimulating against my ear.

 

I felt an instant rush slam through my body.  This guy was seriously telling me that he was a carrier of the  Cuban strain?  I felt a moment of panic, but shoved it down just as quickly.  It was what it was.  I was a cumwhore, made to take loads - all of them.  And I had heard many guys were deliberately seeking out the deadly and untreatable Cuban strain.

 

"Please, fill me with you poison seed!" I yelled.  "Come on, knock me up with that toxic cum!!"

 

“Here it cums, slut, my fucking deadly cum going inside you,” he growled in my ear as I felt him tense and his cock expanded and exploded inside me, filling me with his intensely viral seed.

 

My balls exploded at that exact moment, emptying into my mesh jock strap and leaking out in a puddle beneath me.

 

I just dropped my head, moaned through our simultaneous orgasms, and revelled in the entire feeling of freedom and pig sex that had eluded me my entire life.  Now I was the way I was meant to be.

 

Over the course of the next couple of hours the guys all had their turns on me, and I learned that they met at a special clinic that was studying the most deadly and untreatable of all HIV strains out there.  And they all came together to combine their DNA into some seriously effective and highly toxic strain of HIV.  Inside of my body.

 

Yes, the terror was still there, but it didn’t stamp out the sheer lust and thrill that consumed me.  I was a bitch in heat now, and no deadly strain was going to stop me from being the biggest cumwhore I could possibly be.

 

The guys actually kept me there for a couple of days, letting me move around freely only long enough to stretch my legs and to rehydrate.  No food.  I was fucked beyond fucked.

 

My asshole was now a permanently gaping sloppy cavern, and the guys could just dive balls deep into me with not even a flinch from me.  I could still feel them inside of me, but I’d been stretched and torn up enough to be able to accommodate anything.

 

But it was that Cuban load that really opened the floodgates to all of the depravity that I experienced over the course of those couple of days.  Maybe I’ll get into a little more detail . . .

 

 

 

 

[Guest mspsubmale]

wow!

thanks so very much for the continuation, and the possibility of 'a little more detail' yet to cum.

as you mentioned, we are truly down the rabbit hole of depravity and continued conversion with new strains of POZ cum deposited in our willing bottom;  actually can still see myself wanting, and needing, this scenario to become more than a fictional fantasy.

again, thanks for the new entry in this saga....and hope for the 'detail' to continue its story...

 

[Hellboy]

Wow that is so hot dude.... I'm loving this story, keep it coming..

 

ill love over to be the pig taking all the  deadliest  poz and AIDS strains 

[joethomas]

Hot twist. At some point our cumwhore needs to re-visit the bathhouse -- but this time as a top.

[drscorpio]

Moderator's Note: I put links between the two threads, so folks will always be able to find one from the other. 

[Docebrown]

Great story. Hope there will be more

[shinelover]

Thanks for the encouragement, guys. I've been extra busy lately, but am working on a little some extra, something a little raunchy, hopefully hot. Coming soon.

[averageslut48]

One of the hottest stories ever. Thats the way I want to become myself.

[SubsissyBobbi]

Thank you for this superhot Story.

[oinker]

Your story gets better all the time!!! oh yes please cumtinueOinkoink

[bareall77]

#shinelover this is fucking hot and exciting! I imagined myself in this mix strain DNA swap with the Cuban strain! Please continue!

[shinelover]

Feeling Lower . . . Still A High

 

The first night I was there, they all fucked me multiple times. My hole was a sloshing, cum soaked, gaping cave with nothing left to recall what it used to look like. Slack, fucked, used.

 

The guy who owns the house, Wade, eventually called it a night, and they left me laying on the fuck bench, exhausted, while they went off to various bedrooms to rest up for more action I assumed.

 

I did fall asleep but, all through the night, one by one they each came down and fucked and seeded me some more. Untreatable, high viral loads.

I began to think to myself that there will never be a whore to ever take as much poison seed in them as I am with these guys.

 

And still those thoughts made my cock painfully hard.

 

There weren’t any clocks down there, so the only way I could tell the time of day was from the light that came in through the windows. I figured they let me sleep in -although the lack of noise from upstairs made me think that they all had, as well.

 

Eventually Wade came downstairs with the other guys, minus the sickly one who had brought me to them. I guess he had gone home. He was wielding what looked like a bottle brush and I knew exactly what he planned on doing with it.

 

Despite the heavy use the day before, it hurt to take that bristly tool into my loose hole, but Wade just shushed me and slowly worked it in and out of my hole until it came out pink. I’m guessing that all of the cum loads in my ass diluted the red of my blood somewhat.

 

Satisfied that some damage had been done to my insides, he walked back to the stairs. On his way up, he called out to the other guys, “Have at it, boys!” and they descended upon me. These guys where so sex crazed I couldn’t understand it.

 

It’s not like they weren’t getting any -they had fucked me more in a day that some guys get in a month! And still they wanted more. Maybe they just enjoy using my ass. That thought encouraged me, and I got into it some more, shoving my ass back to meet each sloppy wet thrust.

 

One by one I took their first loads of the day, and they all made their way back upstairs to join Wade for brunch. As they ate, Wade came down, fucked me really hard, and then fed me a protein and vitamin drink.

 

I didn’t have long for the drink to settle in me, because I could feel a huge pressure at my hole again. I hadn’t felt anything this big trying to get in me before, so I craned my neck around to see Wade shoving his fist into my destroyed opening.

 

Apparently it wasn’t destroyed enough.

 

Miraculously, with all of the use and the enormous amount of sperm in me, I was lubed well enough for his fist to pop into me with little pain. But I did feel a sudden rush as the breath escaped from me, feeling such a sense of being full that I never knew before.

 

He had only just begun pumping his hand in and out of me when one of the other guys, Steve I think I heard him called, started down the stairs. He spotted what was happening and called up to the rest, “Hey, guys, hurry  the fuck up! Wade’s fisting the whore!”

 

They all rushed down to cheer him on as he fisted me like it was not my first time, eventually punch fisting my slack hole. All I could do was lay there and moan. It really did feel heavenly. He was hitting things inside of me that lit up my entire body. This was ecstasy.

 

After who knows how long, Wade had enough. I think he had managed to work some of their cum deeper into me, while the rest had been forced out of me and was drying on my ass and legs. Towards the end, my ass was feeling more sticky than slick, so I knew that I wasn’t as well lubed as I had been. Wade smacked my ass and declared, “Okay, lets give the pig some rest. We’ve got an errand.”

 

They all headed upstairs, leaving me alone again with Wade. He leaned down next to my face and smiled. “You’re a great slut. We’ve got a surprise for you later. You just rest up. You’re going to need it.”

 

With that, he licked the side of my face, and took off upstairs. A few minutes later I heard the front door close, and then the van start up and drive away.

I managed to drift off, and don’t know how long I had been asleep when I heard a strange scratching coming from upstairs. It got louder and louder. Eventually I honed in on it and realized that it was Wade’s huge dog scratching at the door.

 

I’d seen that thing when they first brought me in -it was a beast and quite scared me. I had been glad that they kept him upstairs this whole time.

 

He was a persistent bastard and somehow managed to get the door at the top of the stairs open. He bound down the stairs and walked straight up to me. Face to face, he breathed loudly through his nose, almost snorting in my face with contempt.

 

What happened next really surprised me. He trotted around and began to sniff at my ass. I struggled against my restraints but it was pointless. I couldn’t get out last night, there was no way to get out now.

 

The beast began to lick at my hole and after a few minutes of that I felt him climb partially onto the bench with me. He somehow knew what he was doing and I wondered if this was something that Wade had trained him at. He had placed both front legs on the bench, while standing on his back legs.

 

I had read stories of guys getting fucked by dogs and having their backs torn to shreds by their claws, so this k9 was trained better than that.

 

He poked around for a minute until I felt his big cock head slip into me. Dogs clearly have no way of knowing what our bodies need, and he wasted no time allowing me to adjust, just ramming full force ahead into me.

 

It caused me to yell out in pain, which he clearly didn’t like, growling and barking at me until I quieted down.

 

Suddenly I really began to feel stretched again and realized that his knob was about to fill my opening. Within seconds we were locked together and he fucked me.

 

He fucked me good. I couldn’t believe that I was enjoying being fucked by a dog, but I was. And the wetness that spread through my hole was incredible. I had always loved my hole best when it was all wet, and this thing was doing that and more.

 

This went on for about 20 minutes I figure, and eventually it had cum all it was going to cum. Now the hard part, I thought. But lucky for me my hole had been fisted so recently, so when he gave a bit of a tug to remove his knob, it popped out of me with a slight twinge of pain and that feeling of emptiness that follows with such a swift withdrawl.

 

He trotted off back upstairs and left me huffing for breath. I passed out again from the vigorous pounding I’d just taken at the hands of a true animal.

 

I have no idea how much time passed. I woke up when I heard the front door open and all of the guys foot steps entering. Here we go again, I thought.

 

I heard the guys popping open beers so I figured they weren’t in any rush to get back to me. But Wade came down alone to check on me, beer in hand, bulge in crotch. Sly sexy smile on his gorgeous face.

 

“We picked up a surprise for you,” he taunted me, slowly circling around my body and stopping behind me. “Well, well, well, I see you must have gotten acquainted with Sampson. You fucking slut,” he laughed. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first whore that I’ve let him fuck,” he added, bending down next to me and kissing me on the mouth, his beer-tasting tongue invading me.

 

When he pulled back he smiled again. “At least he got you good and lubed for this next part.” With that, he stood up and walked back upstairs leaving me to wonder.

 

The guys were pretty rowdy up there and I wondered if that meant they might get rough with me tonight. That was something that never really appealed. Sure, a good hard pounding is one thing, but abuse is quite another. Stompings and beatings just never appealed to me.

 

Surprisingly they were in no rush to get back down to fuck me, so I managed to relax. It was then that my hearing focused in on something different -a new voice. I could recognize all of the guys voices, but this one was a deep baritone. I wondered if this guy was the surprise?

 

After about an hour and a half, the gang all began to file down the stairs, followed last by the most huge beast of a man I had ever lain eyes on. At least 6’8”, and weighing around 250 - 300 lbs. And his skin was the darkest I had ever seen on a black man before. It was beautiful.

 

The whites of his eyes and teeth sparkled in bright contrast to his skin tone. Everything was impressive about this man.

 

Wade came up to me and said, “This is my friend, Ed. Big Ed. He just got released from prison this afternoon. So you can imagine that he’s eager to get his first fuck as a free man.”

 

As he said this, I looked over at Ed and watched his basket fill out until it was an obscene bulge in his pants. Fuck, this man is hung as big as the rest of him!

 

Wade continued. “He hasn’t been able to fuck anyone in the joint for quite a while now because he kept infecting the other inmates. You see, he’s a really toxic fucker. His viral load is way over a million. So you can imagine, he’s got some swimmers to unload. We just slipped a couple of Viagara into his drink and from the looks of it, they’re kicking it.”

 

The other guys began to help Ed out of his clothes, freeing his enormous club of a dick to bob around in the air in front of him, anxious to find somewhere to tuck into.

 

Then they led him up behind me and I saw they added another set of chains and cuffs near my hands, where they shoved Ed’s hands and locked him in.

 

“Sorry, Ed, not quite the way you would expect your first day of freedom, but you’ve got a couple of blue pills in you that are going to keep you hard in that hole all night long. Unload as much as you can into the whore.”

 

Wade leaned next to my face again and grinned. “Smile, pig, you’re on camera,” he said, pointing to a couple of round things up by the ceiling that I hadn’t noticed before. There were several, making sure to catch all angles.

 

“We’ll be upstairs watching . . . along with anyone else online who wants to see a whore get knocked up,” Wade added on his way up. “Enjoy yourselves,” he laughed.

 

Just as he disappeared, I heard Big Ed growl in my ear from behind, and then the head of his enormous cock poised at the entrance to my trashed hole.

 

“This is going to be a long night, bitch.”

[Hellboy]

Fock this is so hot.... blew my load twice on this chapter 

[TTFN]

Loved the part about being knotted by Samson.

Now we are going to be entertained by Ed and his Big Black Horsecock bet he is going to fill the slut real deep with his ultra potent poz cum.

Maybe after Ed Has finished with the whore wade can find a stallionwith a 24" cock to really push the poz cum in deeper.

[Guest mspsubmale]

and when i kind of thought this story couldn't get much better...IT DID!

even more, would love to be in this position and getting fully and totally POZZED by this group.....

there has to be more cumming, right?