How Low Will I Go -The Saga Continues

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On 28/10/2016 at 4:35 PM, shinelover said:

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 . . .

 

 

 

 

 

On 15/11/2016 at 4:21 PM, shinelover said:

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.”

 

On 13/08/2017 at 3:31 PM, shinelover said:

OVER THE EDGE

 

 

Big Ed leaned in close to my ear and, in a deep gravelly voice, said, “This is going to be a long night, bitch.”

 

You have no idea, I thought. I didn’t even know what day it was anymore. And I’d been fucked so many times I couldn’t even estimate by how man men or the number of loads.

 

However, there comes a time when something snaps inside your brain, when your body is overloaded by sexual stimulation, no matter how depraved that might be. That’s when you surrender your body completely and take whatever you get.

 

More than that, actually. You crave it. Crave being fucked like a cheap piece of whore trash, with your hole fucked beyond recognition, carrying who-knows-how-many strains of various viruses in your damaged gaping hole. And you still want and welcome more. In fact, no amount of kink is enough at this point. Everything is on the table by now.

 

That’s where I found myself as I felt the knob of Big Ed’s massive cock stretching my hole open. Despite having taken a fist already, my hole seemed to close up somewhat, so I knew that I would still be able to hug that nice huge piece of meat and make him feel as good as he’s going to make me feel.

 

I almost laughed to myself thinking how not that long ago I would have been terrified to consider taking a cock as enormous as Big Ed’s up my ass. Hell, most men would quake in their boots thinking about having that thing tearing it’s way into their rectum.

 

Now, I ached for it. I love feeling my hole stuffed, stretched, and filled.

 

I heard a sort of slurpy sound coming from the vicinity of my ass, and I apparently began to involuntarily suck that big dick into me.

 

“Fuck, you are a whore,” Big Ed laughed behind me. “That hot ass is pulling me in. I’m gonna take that as my cue to not hold back. You want it, fucker? Here it comes!” he growled, slamming the entire length into me.

 

I did yell out, but more from shock. I’d learned to love and appreciate the pain that radiated from my ass. Strange, I know. But somehow it reassured me that by feeling the pain, I still had not been completely destroyed, and that there was always more that could be done to me. And I wanted that, too.

 

“Fuck yeah!” I panted. “Rape that fucking hole!”

 

“Fucking pussy ass little bitch whore,” he snarled, drawing his hips back and slamming full-length into me again. And again.

 

Big Ed was getting into his abusive role. Then again, so was I. I have no clue why I respond so strongly to a man calling me abusive and demeaning names. A man can tell me I’m cute and it’s no big deal. But a man calls me a whore? Then I think I could fall in love. Twisted, I know.

 

My insides felt like they were being rearranged by the impressive log of man-flesh sawing in and out of me. I’d never bothered to learn much about our internal structure, but I could feel things shifting around inside of me to make room for that invader.

 

Concerning? Maybe. Unpleasant? Hell NO!

 

As we fucked and fucked, working up a good sweat, Big Ed’s body was plastered to mine, and I loved the wet skin on skin feel of this fuck. It was thoroughly consuming.

 

He would grunt and growl in my ear from over my shoulder. I regretted that they’d chained his arms up near mine because it would be felt even better if he could wrap his arms tightly around me in this position to really slam-fuck me into oblivion.

 

Oh well, this still felt damn good.

 

My ass hole was kind of stinging, he was stretching me so wide. And deep. I don’t even think that fist had gone so deep in me. Sweat was literally streaming down my face, and I have a feeling it was cause by more than just the exertion of fucking. My body was in total turmoil from the abuse I’d been receiving.

 

“You ready for some of this Cell Block AIDS juice up that white whore kunt? Beg me for it, you bitch. You know you want it. Beg me for my motherfucking AIDS seed,” he ordered, nailing me with an even greater intensity.

 

The guys upstairs had planned for him to use me all night long, and I was beginning to wonder if I would live through it. Still, there are far worse ways to go than being fucked to death.

 

As soon as that dark little thought took root in my mind, the more I thought about it, the more it somehow turned me on. I’d already gone to quite an extreme. I decided that when it was my time to go, I wanted to be sure that I was getting raped at the time. And even after. Let’s face it, there are guys out there that get off on it, so why not allow my body to bring them some pleasure, too?

 

“Give it to me, you fucker!” I yelled. “Knock me up with your AIDS! I want your AIDS!” I think I was bordering on hysteria, as all I wanted to shout to him was, ‘Give me your AIDS’. That’s all that mattered to me now.

 

I am meant to have AIDS. Not just HIV or other mutations of the virus. I am meant to feel my body getting consumed by AIDS.

 

That thought was making my mind spin, I was so horny. My cock began to fire off beneath me, hands-free obviously, which then set my pighole to spasming.

 

“You fucking kunt! That’s it, milk my AIDS seed out of those nuts, ah fuck yeah, here it comes you MOTHERFUCKING WHORE!!!!” he bellowed as I felt that already thick cock expanding even bigger in me, followed by that delicious hot wetness spreading throughout my insides.

 

His sperm was flooding deeper in me than any other loads I’ve ever taken. I knew that I was well and truly knocked up by this man. Well, again. Re-knocked up, I guess you could say.

 

We remained joined, sweating heavily still, and panting like a couple of dogs after a long run, his enormous cock still buried balls deep in my stretched asshole while his balls continued to deliver every drop of his toxic seed into my body.

 

I think we both passed out, because the next thing I remember is hearing loud footsteps coming down the stairs, and Wade yelling, “Move it, fuckers. We’ve got dead air on camera. Ed, I know that dick is still hard so keep fucking your load in deeper. The slut wants it. He can take it, can’t you?” he asked sweetly, now standing next to me and looking deep into my eyes.

 

We were both stirring now, and Big Ed went back to rutting into me. I doubt his big balls had even had a chance to restock their swimmers, but it’s not like we had a choice. So, while Big Ed pumped my ass, I shoved it back to meet him.

 

I was becoming aware that continuous fucking was what I enjoyed. No breaks in between. Just keep my hole stuffed and I’m happy. I don’t care of the damage to my rings inside or anything, just keep me fucked.

 

After delivering another load about fifteen minutes later, we were still so very exhausted. Wade came down just as we were finishing off that round, carrying a tray of a few things. The first thing he did was give us some drinks.

 

He had a big glass with a straw to make it easier for us to drink, and we both shared from the same glass of whatever it was -hey, I already had his tainted sperm in me, what’s a little saliva on a straw?

 

And then Wade told Big Ed to slowly ease his cock out of my hole. He unchained Big Ed so that he could get at my ass, and I thought he was going to fuck me -I knew he liked sliding into a cummy hole. But instead, he reached for a jar that was on the tray, and a something similar to a turkey baster.

 

He shook the jar in front of my face, leering at me. “Know what this is?” he asked through a demonic grin.

 

I nodded, knowing for sure that it was a jar of sperm. Whose sperm, I have no idea.

 

“A friend of mine works for the CDC, and he snagged me a jar of their most lethal samples,” he began as he slowly inserted the tube into the jar and sucked it full of cum. “About 40 different men, from all over the world, with the most violent and lethal strains of HIV and AIDS they’ve ever come across.”

 

My stomach was doing back flips listening to him and my heart was racing. Again I felt sweat forming on every inch of my skin, and my hole was spasming in anticipation. How could I want this? How could I be so turned on by this?

 

But I was. Intensely. So much so that my cock literally fired off just from listening to him tell me what he was about to do to me.

 

My entire both was wracked with spasms while he and Big Ed laughed at my body’s reaction. Then I felt Wade inserting the tube into my well stretched opening and pushed it deep, and then he plunged the entire contents into my guts.

 

When he slowly eased it out, he instructed Big Ed to stick his dick in me again to hold it all in, and to fuck me slow to massage it into my ass walls and drive it deeper up into me. It felt heavenly to feel Big Ed slide into me again, my insides now so stretched by him, and so slick, that I couldn’t imagine anything in the world that felt better than what I was feeling now.

 

As Wade walked back to in front of me to reload the baster, I could see that it had been coated not only with remnants of the men’s loads, but it was quite red. Not just pink. Red. Big Ed had clearly torn me up inside.

 

And that thought turned me on even more! My dick jumped back to full attention, and Wade noticed. “Look at that fucking whore,” he laughed. “Horny again after seeing that you’re bleeding. Am I right?” he asked, to which I nodded.

 

“There’s no getting away from any of this, buddy,” he whispered sexily in my ear. “You’re fucked. Might as well enjoy the ride.”

 

I returned his gaze and replied, “I already am. Do anything you want to me. Anything at all.”

 

His eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised that I’d accepted my role so completely. What the fuck else could I do at this point? I was obviously infected beyond help at this point, my hole was trashed and wrecked to shreds. And yet, somehow, I was still having the time of my life.

 

Bring it ON!

 

Wade added more cum to the baster, and then Big Ed pulled out of me long enough to have it injected into my destroyed rectum, only to re-enter me immediately after. They repeated this over and over until the jar of homicidal sperm was completely empty.

 

My insides just felt soaked, sloshing, as my body shifted with each thrust of Big Ed’s fuck. He was clearly enjoying having such an eager hole to use. Wade hadn’t chained him up when he headed back upstairs, so now Big Ed was free to do with me whatever he wanted.

 

He came around front of me and smiled, but it was a scary, intimidating smile. Evil, maybe. He leaned in really close until our noses were nearly touching, and growled, “You’re in for it now, bitch.”

 

 

 

On 01/10/2017 at 3:35 PM, shinelover said:

***Okay guys, here are the last 2 chapters of this twisted story. I just wanted to lead it in the right direction and bring it to an end. Sort of.***

 

 

THE BOTTOM

 

I woke up in my apartment, foggy, achy all over, stinking like a combination of a sewer, the floor of a darkroom at a bathhouse, and a dumpster.

 

I guess that fits -cum dumpster, anyway.

 

It took a few minutes to clear some of the fog, and then I reached over to the nightstand and checked my phone. Not for the time, but day. I literally had no clue what day it was or how many days I’d been voluntarily held captive.

 

Six days. That’s how long I’d been gone. What’s worse is that no one in my ‘normal’ life seems to have noticed. No worried messages from so-called friends.

 

Even my boss surprised me, leaving a message saying to take all the time I needed to feel better. Apparently at some point in my sex haze/ conversion fever I’d left a message that I was horribly ill.

 

So at least I had a job to get back to.

 

If I wanted it. Do I still want it? That life seems a world away and a lifetime ago. That’s not me anymore. I know who ‘me’ is and he’s a big ol’ slutty cumhungry hole for all men’s seed.

 

Especially the sick ones. I’d grown to accept that the sicker the man, the hotter the fuck. For me, anyway. I got more enjoyment knowing that I was giving pleasure to sick and dying men, and allowing my body to receive and absorb their precious toxic loads into me.

 

My hole was damaged beyond recognition, unrecognizable, and I loved what it had become. It was like a calling card. A man takes one look at a hole like mine and he knows what the deal is.

 

Unfortunately, life really did return to normal after that. Once I’d fully recovered from the sexual torture I’d put myself through, I returned reluctantly to work.

 

I couldn’t deny who I was, though. And I took every spare minute I had each day to take loads into me, some way, some how, some where.

 

I got on all of the apps and posted messages on every classified I could to advertise my greedy pig hole, to any man who needed to drop his seed into a warm and willing vessel.

 

Every single coffee break found me taking a load in one of the bathroom stalls in my office. I don’t know whose dick I was getting, but they’d seen my ad and why should I turn them down just because we work together?

 

We both got what we need. Well, more than ‘both’. I took at least seven different cocks at work at various times over the three weeks after I returned to work. What can I say -my ass has terrific sense memory.

 

And on lunch breaks I sometimes raced several blocks over to put my ass up to a glory hole either at one of the book stores or bath houses in the area.

 

I swear, I smelled like sex and cum every day at work. But either no one else noticed or they didn’t care. Or they’d already fucked me so they just decided to keep our secret.

 

Surprisingly, I didn’t hear from any of the guys who had used me while I was converting. It’s like they all just up and disappeared.

 

I thought about them often, after all they were a part of me and they’d all given me a gift. How could I not feel some sort of connection?

 

After three weeks, though, everything changed. For better or worse depends entirely on your perspective.

 

While I was moderately happy living my mundane daily life, with the thrilling interludes of anonymous sex at different times throughout the day, I still didn’t feel fulfilled.

 

I needed more cock. More cum. More hours in the day to devote my body to it’s ultimate destiny. I wanted, dreamed, of giving up my regular life and spending all day every day getting fucked senseless, used like a cheap whore, dumped in, and basically just treated like a useless cumdump piece of slutty trash.

 

I know, it sounds stupid. Most people spend their lives dreaming of moving up in the world, and my only aspiration was to sink even lower into the gutter.

 

It felt like I was spending too much of my days feeling like a fraud. Feeling like I was not being true to myself, my real self. I needed to release myself from the shackles of polite and productive society and surrender to the pig that I knew lived inside of me.

 

The pig who was screaming and desperately trying to claw his way out.

 

The pig was winning.

 

 

 

2.

 

I started off slowly. I added an extra day off to my work week, so now I had three days to live as a full-time whore.

 

And live I did. I would literally spend every waking moment of those days getting fucked and bred. If it wasn’t at a book store or bathhouse, where I always took multiple loads into my pig hole, then it was at my place or some strange guys place, or a back alley, public bathroom, cruising park -you name a place, I got fucked there!

 

In general, each of those days off resulted in me taking a minimum of 25 loads into my destroyed hole. Often more. I always ached for more, and really only allowed myself a few hours sleep on those nights just so I could get more cum in me.

 

So in those three-day long weekends, I usually got between 75 and 100 loads up my filthy whore hole.

 

And it still never felt like enough.

 

Going back to work every Monday morning was sheer torture and agony. It felt so deviant to me now. Just plain wrong. I knew the more time went on that I would not be continuing like that for long.

 

After a month and a half of this behavior, everything changed.

 

While I was ass-up to the glory hole at the book store, my door rattled. Someone wanted in and they were persistent. I’d long since lost my inhibitions, so while still riding that heavenly anonymous dick, I reached out and unlatched the door.

 

To be honest, I don’t remember even closing and locking it. I certainly hadn’t planned on it. I wanted everyone to know that I was open for business.

 

With the door unlatched, it flew open and a man rushed in and closed the door behind him. He was tall and when I looked up I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was Wade!

 

“There’s the little whore I created!” he yelled, loud enough for everyone there to know that I was taking loads. “Want some more?”

 

“I always need more,” I panted, slamming my ass back hard onto the cock sticking through the hole and holding it there while the faceless man howled like an injured animal and drained his balls into my sloppy hole.

 

“You need to get back to work?” he asked.

I checked the time on my phone and reluctantly agreed that my lunch break was almost up.

 

As if ignoring me, Wade fished his beautiful cock out of his pants and waggled it at me. It was nearly fully hard, but still had some flexibility so it flopped around invitingly at me.

 

My mouth watered and my hole contracted, clearly my body was speaking for me.

 

“You’re going to be late,” he said gruffly.

 

I didn’t care if I ever went back at that point. I opened my mouth to get a taste of him, the precum was slicking up his nice cock head, but he pushed my head away before I got a chance.

 

“Nah, I want that ass,” he told me, spinning me around and driving balls-deep into me.

 

I threw my head back, moaned loudly so all of the guys could hear me, and hissed, “Yessss.”

 

After a few long-dicking strokes, I looked back over my shoulder. “I was worried I’d never see you again,” I told him. I wasn’t emotional about it, or attached to him, but I definitely would never turn away his cock or load. Or any of his friends who had used me. Even the damn dog!

 

“I had some business with Big Ed. Well, we had business,” he noted, tightening his grip on my hips and slamming me even harder. “Unfortunately he didn’t keep his nose clean and got sent back to the slam. Strike three, that guy is down for the count this time.”

 

“That’s too bad,” I managed to say through the powerful thrusts. “I would have loved to get fucked and bred by him lots more times.”

 

“You mean that, whore?” he asked me.

 

“Absolutely.”

 

“I’m glad to hear that. You see, I owe Big Ed. And there was really only one way he told me my debt could be re-payed to him in full,” he said, holding deep and swiveling his hips to dig around inside me with that awesome meat prod.

 

I really wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation, just enough to get through it. The only thing that mattered, that ever mattered, was the dick in my ass.

 

“How’s that?” I asked. “What does he want from you?”

Wade slammed me really hard several more times before driving deeper than ever before, growling in the back of his throat, and as his balls emptied into me, he grunted, “You.”

 

I enjoyed the feeling of every volley of his load shooting up inside me, every expansion and contraction of his dick up my hole, every hot sweaty second that our bodies remained joined until his balls were fully drained into me.

 

And then I clued into what he’d said. “Me?” I asked in surprise, standing up fully while still impaled on him.

 

“I’m sorry, really I am,” he told me regretfully, easing his cock out of my ass and stepping back.

 

After stuffing his cock back into his pants, he disappeared out the door so quickly it was almost as if he was never there.

 

The throb in my hole and the massive load leaking down my inner thighs told me that he hadn’t been an illusion.

 

I was totally confused about what he’d said to me, and suddenly wanted to get out of there. Something didn’t feel right -why was he apologizing to me?

 

I got my clothes back on and, instead of going back to work, I rushed to my apartment -only to find the building surrounded by cops!

 

Figuring there had been some incident with a tenant, I just went on my way in, but was stopped at my own apartment door.

 

Which was open and crawling with cops!

 

I was immediately seized, cuffed and dragged out to a cruiser where I was left for hours until finally someone came and read me the whole bullshit about remaining silent, blah, blah, blah.

 

My mind was spinning, but by the time I was able to focus I managed to figure out that they had gotten an anonymous tip that I had drugs in my apartment. A rather large amount. And a weapon that had been used in a shoot-out.

 

And then I knew what had happened. And why Wade had apologized to me. He’d planted the drugs and gun for Big Ed. Why?

 

I found out why after I was convicted and sentenced, and sent to the scariest prison around, for the worst of the worst.

 

I was terrified as I made my way through the throngs of men who eyed me like the fresh meat that I was, and found my cell. I could see a man on the top bunk but paid him no attention whatsoever. The only way I knew to survive this was to keep me head down and avoid eye contact.

 

I was too busy worrying about how I would live through the night to worry about my roommate.

 

That is, until he hopped down and stood smiling down at me.

 

“Glad you could join me,” Big Ed said, wearing the biggest grin I’d ever seen. “You and I are going to have lots of fun now.”

 

THE END

 

"Shinelover" ...again I allowed myself to bring all chapters together ... so others can read in one flow... I hope that this ok and doesn't get me into trouble ... 

But your stories deserve to be read in ONE MOVE :-)

 

Keep writing !!!

[Hellboy]

More plz

[shinelover]

Well, we all love a good prison fuck story, right? So you never know, I could see myself continuing this a little more. Hopefully . . .

[mattg]

Man that was hot my cock is dribbling 

[Hellboy]

So hot and piggy