Converting the Soldier

[Hotload84]

**PROLOGUE**

May 22nd, 1998—a day which will live in Infamy. I will never forget it! Memorial Day weekend. I had just came off a stint in the ER and had 3 days off. I had 85 hours until I had to be in uniform again. I headed to a bar to meet Bill.

Bill was a nice guy, handsome, but just a friend. I knew he was Gay from the many passes he’d made at me. I always turned him down. I was a soldier, and Gay Sex was verboten.

I know it bothered him that I kept saying “NO,” but I was not about to jeopardize my military career. I found him at our usual table. He had already bought me a drink and was waiting for me. He asked how long I’d be off work. I gave him the exact hours and minutes till I had to be back in hell. He glanced at his watch and chuckled. He asked my plans.

“Gonna get drunk tonight and explore San Francisco the rest of the weekend.

"Not meating anyone?"

"Nope. This is my personal quality time."

Bill smiled. “Right on."

I sipped the Beam and Coke.

"Ever take raw Cock up the Ass, Jack?"

"Nope! Hope to someday, though…when I get out.”

"Ever been fucked at all, Jack?"

"Nope.”

"So your Ass is still virgin then?"

"You might say that, Bill.” I grew ill at ease with direction our conversation was taking and gulped down the rest of my drink. Bill, sensing my discomfiture, changed the subject to Leather. I had some interest in it; though I’d never bought any Leather gear. I had read about it, was familiar with the terminology, and knew Bill was into it big time. Suddenly I felt a little warm and woozy. Bill looked at me concerned.

"You OK?"

I nodded. “Just need a little fresh air.”

We went outside and the wooziness got worse. I lit a cigarette. Bill was talking to me, but not in words. His voice was a deep drone. Woozy turned to dizzy, and I couldn't get the cigarette to my lips. I looked at Bill and then blanked out—nothing but black. When I awoke all I could see was a bright white light.

"Oh shit! I’m dead!" Slowly I regained consciousness and noticed that the light was coming from a single spotlight. Out of the darkness came Bill’s voice.

"The drug was timed, Pig! You should have never told me ‘No,’ Pig!"

The bright light went off, and on came a black light. I wanted to give Bill the cussin’ of his life, but could not speak. There was a Ball Gag in my mouth. I tried to get up, but my arms and legs were bound. My eyes became accustomed to the gloom, and I looked around. I was in a Sling, totally naked, with limbs in leather restraints secured by chains.

I saw 20 men, nude, and sporting hardons, getting sucked. They were dressed in Masters' Harnesses and Executioner Masks. At their feet were a dozen slaves wearing Leather Collars—the ones doing the sucking.

A man in red leather pants, black shiny Jack Boots, a gold Master's Harness, and an Executioner's Mask was in charge.

IT WAS BILL!

He walked over to a large freezer and extracted what looked like a red Condom.

"You will be a great Cum Pig Slave, a prized possession. This facilitates your Conversion—this Insemination! Don't worry. Your Ass is clean. You can thank your fellow Slaves for that."

He took out of the Rubber what appeared to be a piece of white ice and shoved it up my Rectum. I flailed in protest and tried to scream, to no avail. A very large man walked up and began to pound his hard Shaft on my shriveled Balls. The Pigs or Slaves surrounded me. Their Masters crowded in behind them. In unison they bowed. Bill turned on some throbbing music, a couple of strobe lights, and bellowed for the Party to begin.

The Masters shoved their Cocks into their Pigs and fucked them. I looked down in trepidation. A lone Master without a Slave shoved his bare Dick into my Pussy hard and deep. The pain took my breath away. I could feel my Mancunt getting torn up inside.

"This Ass was cherry. I just popped it!" he averred, and pounded me as hard and deep as he could.

I was filled with agony and dread. Tears streamed down my face as desperately I tried to extricate myself—bucking this way and that, but I was trapped. My bellicosity excited the huge Gunner all the more. His Dick began to swell. I knew what was cumming. He grunted and blasted a huge Load up my Ass!

"I just knocked-up this Pig. I’ve bred him!" he bayed at the top of his lungs.

The Master/Daddy still had his Cock in me. Bill came over and lowered the head end of the sling. "We don’t want to lose a drop of that hot Jizm. Do we, Jack?"

The Daddy pulled out. "Welcome to the Family, Pig."

What the Hell did he mean by that? What Family? Another Master shoved his slimy Cock deep into my bruised and cum-filled Hole. He pumped only a few hard strokes before he, too, blew his Load and flooded my insides with more raw Spooge.

The Master/Daddies fucked the Slaves, and then used me as their Receptacle. Each of them filled my Hole with hot thick Cum. After they blew, each of them would holler, “NEXT!" The Pig-Slaves gave me a Cum-Bath. Load after Load—in me—on me. It seemed nonstop.

I noticed that Bill never got undressed; and that after some of the Masters spooged in me, they would leave, and new Masters would cum in. My Ass hurt so bad, and I could tell from the blood on the Dicks emerging from my Pussy that I’d been traumatized. I lost track of the Loads in me. I drifted in and out of consciousness.

When the Masters needed to piss, they did so on me. It was warm and erotic which only made me feel worse. I didn’t want to enjoy this. At times the frenzy of fucking would die down; but that only meant the current Master would fuck me long and hard. Then there was the occasional argument over who would breed me next, and two would double-fuck me. My Cunt was constantly overflowing with raw Spooge. Finally, I blacked out—for good!

When I awoke, my arms and legs were free. I was still naked—Cum and Piss all over me. I was so weak and sore, it hurt to move. I gingerly reached down and massaged my Hole. Pink Cum meant only one thing. My Anus was stretched, a gaping Hole that wouldn’t soon shrink back to a normal size, if ever. I knew my Chute was saturated with raw Manseed. The Gag was gone, and I began to sob.

Bill came down the stairs, helped me out of the Sling and to the shower. He got me something to eat and drink and brought me my clothes. I cleaned up and went upstairs to talk to him.

"Why, Bill? Why?"

"A Gay man needs to be himself. What you were doing was wrong, and you needed to be taught a lesson."

“And what you and your goons did was right?”

He shrugged. “We had no other choice.”

On the wall was a blackboard, my name on it, and beside it maybe 100 hash-marks, representing, I supposed, the number of Loads I had taken.

"Bill, you never fucked me."

"No, Jack. I was the Host. Besides, I am NEG."

"YOU’RE WHAT!?"

"I am NEG, Jack. Every drop of Cum you took was POZ."

Chills ran down my spine.

"Why, Bill? Why?” I asked incredulously.

He smirked. "Now you’re totally free, Jack. Now you can be a fucking Stud. No more restrictions."

"But you’re still NEG."

Bill drummed his fingers on the table. “A small sacrifice on my part for the benefit of Faggots like yourself. And I’m afraid I will be for a long time, Jackie Boy. I am the Master and no one fucks me."

I vowed to change all that.

**AFTERMATH**

I am a soldier, a medic; and I am patient. I went to my barracks, cleaned up, got into uniform, and reported to the Clinic.

That afternoon in the ER, an opportunity presented itself. One of our AIDS patients came in with a wound that needed sutured. While cleaning up, I stuck myself with a (clean) needle and made the proper reports. That allowed me to retain military benefits should I get sick.

The next evening I headed to the bar, and Bill was there.

"Feeling better, Pig?"

"I’m nobody's Pig, Bill."

"Well, you are now. How’s it feel to be free?"

"Numb," I replied, all the while thinking, “You’re gonna get yours, Cocksucker!”

"When you get the news, Jack, I want to be the first to know. Stop over at my place and we’ll discuss your future."

“Presumptuous SOB.”

Two weeks later, I caught the flu, and gave it no heed. My birthday came and went. On August 28, 1998 (that date is burned into my brain forever), I was called to my Commander's Office.

"There is no easy way to tell you this," the Colonel said. “Chief, you are HIV Positive."

I about lost it—one of several stellar performances that year. He gave me a 3 day pass. I went to my room, got into my civvies, and headed for Bill's house. He invited me in. He was wearing a robe and drinking a beer. I told him I was POZ.

A self-satisfied, self-congratulatory smirk graced his ugly countenance. Always the consummate host, he inquired, "Want a drink?"

"Yes, please. A beer will do fine."

He went to the frig. I took a pouch out of my jacket—four milligrams of Xanax that I had ground up for the occasion. It is tasteless, odorless, and dissolves quickly. It is extremely fast-acting in alcohol. I shook the powder in his beer. Bill handed me a glass and bottle and we chatted. He guzzled his drink, while I sipped mine. Before long the Mickey took effect. His lashes fluttered, and his head lolled forward.

I took my time and explored the house. Down in the basement was the Dungeon where I‘d been bred; and in the back, his Office. There I found the “Diary of the Dungeon.” I read it all, where the toys are, and what they’re for.

I learned how he planned my rape and who he had arranged to rape me. The Diary recorded that I had taken 97 POZ Loads in 3 days (32-1/3 Loads/Day). I even perused the breakdown of Loads per Master/Daddy.

I half-dragged, half-carried Bill downstairs, undressed him, douched him (extremely messy for a Novice), and tied him in the Sling. I woke him up by pissing in his face.

"Wake up, you Pig!"

I recall the look of terror on his face. He tried to yell, but guess where the Ball Gag was.

"Sorry, Billy Boy. Payback is such a Bitch. And guess what, you Pig? It's Payback Time!"

I walked over to the freezer and opened it. There were four rows of red Condoms and one row of blue ones. Red stood for POZ or “Devil's Dick.” I showed him the two I’d selected, and shoved them in him. I lowered his head and said, "Your turn."

I shoved my rigid Dick in him hard as I could. On a scale of 1-10, he yelped a 9, considering the Gag. I could see his Blood streak down my Cock as I plowed his Hole. He wasn’t kidding—he was so tight since he hadn’t been fucked for an eternity. I pounded his NEG Pussy long and hard, penetrating ever deeper. More than anything, I wanted It to take!

"HERE YOU GO, PIG. HERE’S YOUR PAYBACK!"

I blasted a huge POZ Load deep up Bill's formerly NEG Ass. I looked down and saw that I’d hit his sweet spot and he’d blown his Load without touching his Rod. The look on his face was one of ecstasy with tears.

“As the saying goes, Billy Boy, this hurts me more than it hurts you.”

Fueled more by revenge than sexual appetite, I POZ-CREAMED him six times that night; and then stuck a Butt Plug up his Ass. I left him there and went upstairs to eat his food and sleep.

The next morning, I started it all over again. I pulled out the Butt Plug, gave him another red Devil's Dick, and pounded him again, filling him full of my Poison Jizz. For two and a half hours I plowed his Ass. Finally, I unbound him, helped him upstairs, and cleaned him up.

He sobbed and sobbed.

**EPILOGUE**

Over the next several months, Bill and I chatted often—just conversation—nothing deep or intimate or serious. One Friday night, when I encountered him, he invited me back to his place. I didn't sense any trouble or threat, so I agreed.

When we got there, he undressed and urged me to do the same.

"Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen. On the contrary, this is an auspicious occasion.”

I was not fearful, merely curious. I’d gotten the best of Bill, and I assumed it was forever. As he traversed the basement stairs, he enjoined me, "When the door opens, come down and stand on the red square. You won’t regret it."

Five minutes later the door opened, and I descended. A single bright light illuminated the only red tile. The bright light was quickly switched off, and a black light came on.

When my eyes adjusted, I saw all the guys who’d raped me. They were wearing leather pants, bicep bands, Masters' Harnesses, and shiny Jack Boots. Next to me stood Bill in his red leather pants, Master's Harness, and Jack Boots.

"In our world, we start out as Cum Pig Slaves and work our way up to Master. But there exists one among us who has proven himself to be not only a Master; but a Master's Master. This person shall never be referred to as Pig again, but Sir from all of us.“

The Pig Slaves came up to me. They dressed me in tight black leather pants with a blue stripe along each leg seam, tall soft leather Jack Boots, and a blue and black 3" bicep band.

Bill told them the story of my revenge, adding, "I got my results back today. Jack is my POZ Daddy." He then reached in a box and pulled out a gold Master's Harness with a black onyx in the center. Inscribed on it were the letters "LS." He put it on me.

"Jack is no more. I present to you LEATHER SOLDIER!"

[fuckboy20]

I know its in the very very back of this board but this is a great story. Two things I loved. Even though the boy got raped, drugged, and pozzed he still kept himself and got the bastard back who pozzed him. The second was the part about "we start out as cum pigs and work our way up to Master". In the leather lifestyle..or how it used to be done you started from the bottom and trained as a bottom whether it was to be a bottom or a top you were a bottom. Meaning you got fucked up the ass and served a man. I don't know what that experience is like for tops. Most tops who I know say "they did not ike it..but did it for the training". So, I very much respect and admire that you incorporated that into this hot story.

I might have top urges at times but if I was breed and raped like this i would probably be begging for men to fuck my cunt and breed me as the submissive boy I am. Even though it's just a story it takes a special and strong man to do what the character in this story did.

Thank you Sir.

[PozPerversion]

This has always been a great story because it show you some of what the leather scene is about these days. It also shows you a friendship between POZ Brothers that bonds them together for life.

The "Soldier" in this story more then likely already knew about PEPs and PrEPs and yet he chose NOT to take it showing his true desire in this whole thing.

I'm a member of a similar type of group like Bill's and have seen so many guys switch from NEG to POZ and each one had been told about the "PEP" and even offered to start afterwards from our own stock of "Atripla" and in the last 6 years only 4 guys out of hundreds took the PEP so we know where their true spirit lies...

Again - this is a great story and one that I can say could very much be real...

Thank You for posting it Hotload84