slam My journey into depravity

[Guest pozbottom79]

I'll try to fill a chapter in once I get down from this incredible high

[Guest takingdeepanal]

On 9/3/2020 at 12:10 AM, pozbottom79 said:

I'll try to fill a chapter in once I get down from this incredible high

Would love to read the next chapTer.

[zhngbbtm]

Great story. Thanks

[cum-dump-berlin]

Such a hot, horny story I wish I was 30 years younger - these are exactly my deepest wishes and demands - I started as a teenager to be a total bareback hole, not asking whether poz or status - I didn't care - just bottom and hole  to use and take the cum load ... the more the better - it would have been back then with T slams ... the tops let fly higher and higher ... would have been so perfect and much more intense - today I enjoy it just as much ..  slamming and then just being a hole to be fucked ... filled with lots of cum loads no matter if poz or status unknown - prefer poz as unknown but negative only when no other top is available to fuck me h but definitely only bareback  and the cum load belongs in the hole

[barebottomslut]

this story is amazing. I keep imagining my self as the bottom and i relish it

 

[TaKinGDeePanal]

On 2/22/2017 at 1:12 AM, Guest Partyandtakeloads7 said:

A few of you wanted the earlier chapter to be more sleazy, but this being based off of real life events, I did not want to fictionalize it. Darren did arrange to give me a benzo so that I don't do anything too crazy, since it was my first time with party stuff. I will always appreciate him for that. I woke up the next day in the evening, all sore and tired, to multiple messages from Darren, asking if I was alright. We ended up meeting for a bite that night, he forced me to eat and told me that he didnt want to take too much advantage of me getting high. He did however promise me that he wanted to be the first to slam me. When I said I dont know if I would party again (I was feeling extreme guilt, due to my first come-down), he just laughed and assured me that it would happen. How right he was....

 

Chapter 4: The first slam

It was early Fall. I had been busy with school stuff the past 2 months or so. I jerked off almost 5 times a day in the meantime and invariably imagined the last time I partied. As much as my brain tried to tell me that I should not party, my heart was winning out. It was the 4th of September, a weekend was approaching and I was a bit ahead oh the curve in my school work. Being in VA, DC was really close to me. I was not really inclined to drive to Raleigh again, since it was rather dangerous driving 4 hours the last time while the effects of the booty bump had not left me. I decided to go to DC this time. I texted Darren and asked him if he ever got to DC and if he was willing to travel there. I assured him that I would pay for the room myself and also for the party supplies. He was very interested, but, not being a student like me, had a set schedule. I was determined however that I wanted to get high and take loads in DC that weekend. So, I asked him if he knew anyone who could get me some party stuff in DC. After a moment of thinking he said that he might know a person, but that he would have to ask him. He called me a day later (Wednesday) that his friend Mike was in Annapolis, MD, right outside of DC and had some "grade A material". He gave me Mike's number and I immediately texted Mike. In response I got a call. "Hey its Mike here" he drawled. HE sounded like he was already high, since he was slurring some words. "Hey, I'm Aby" "Yup Dar told me about you. So you want to come up this weekend and PnP?" "Fuck yeah I do" "Try getting a hotel IN DC, as against MD or VA, and let me know what hotel it is and when you plan on reaching". Somewhere in the back of my mind it seemed a bit dangerous, but I trusted Darren after the whole benzo incident. I got on hotwire and got a hotel in DC. I called Mike. "Hey, I got the hotel, texting you the details. I'll reach by 11am on Saturday" "Sounds good. Pick up some gatorade on your way and let me know the room when you get it". "Sure thing. Looking forward to it", I said. 8am on Saturday, I was in my car headed to DC. I reached around 10am and went straight to my hotel. "405" said the guy at the front desk, handing me my card key and the internet password. I texted this to Mike and he said he would be there in an hour. I rushed up and got on grindr the moment the door closed behind me. I got the gatorades out of my bag and set the on the table. I opened my laptop, plugged it in and got on BBRTS. In the past 2 months I had gotten to know the site more and loved it. No one even mentioned condoms on there, just as I liked it. Plus there were so many poz guys who didn't mind sharing their gifts. The best thing however, was the "Drug Use" section which allowed me to sort these raw fuckers by their partying habits. I had paid $5 for the paid membership and posted a party on it the day before. I noticed there were 32 unread messages in my inbox. A quick glance told me that they were mostly invite requests to my party. At around 11, there was a knock. It was Mike. He was handsome. My height, stuble, brilliant blue eyes. HE looked like a pornstar. On asking him he said he shot a few scenes for Mike's apartment, a site online. I invited him in. "You're handsome" he said. I blushed. "Will be way easier to fuck you". "I hope so", I said. "Have you ever slammed?" he asked. "Nope, I haven't. But I assumed you'll do a booty bump" "I could do that, or we could smoke too, but my personal favorite is slamming. Gets you in the mood quickly, and it doesnt keep going for 12 hours like a booty bump does" "I'm not sure, I havent had a needle in me ever, except if you count a doctor" "Don't worry, I'm a pro" he said. He opened his bag, pulled out two orange capped syringes, and a small plastic bag full of crystals. He took some warm water from the sink in a glass, and pulled back the plunger completely till it was out of the syringe. He then used the back of the syringe to take a bit of crystal into the main cylinder. He inserted the plunger back till the only thing inside it was the crystal. He noted the level in the syringe and then placed the needle in the water. He pulled back the plunger, filling it with hot water. HE then placed the cap back on the needle. HE repeated this with the other syringe, but with more cyrstal. "I usually slam more" he said, when I asked him. "Lets talk limits. What all do you NOT want to do while you are high?" "I do not want to be fisted. No using toothbrushes in my hole. I want to be pozzed conventionally". He smiled at that. "We'll get you poz how we get sluts poz, with cum, not with blood". "No CBT" "Don't like that anyway" "Mild S&M is hot, spitting, slapping, slapping my ass, ordering me to do [banned word] stuff, thats all permitted. In fact, please do treat me like a sub slut". "You got it" he said, "Now sit here with your arm propped up on the table. I don't want to get your first time wrong" he said, and I complied. My heart was racing and I was a mix of anxiety, fear, hornyness and curiousity. He tied a ribber band around my bicep and told me to make a fist. He felt in the crook of my elbow for a vien and found one easily.  "You have a prominent one here" he said. He tore open a small paper bag and took out an alcohol wipe. He wiped the inside of my elbow and set he wipe down. He then took of the orange cap from the syringe with lesser crystal. The crystal had melted and all I could see was a clear liquid. He held the needle up and tapped the syringe to remove bubbles clinging to the insides. He then pushed the plunger till a drop of liquid formed on the needle. HE then carefully inserted it into my vein. I felt a tiny prick followed by a resistance to the needle and then the needle went a bit further in. He pulled back the plunger and blood shot into the syringe. My heart was literally beating in my throat now. The sight of my blood in the syringe turned me on like nothing had in the past. "There's your register", he said, pushing the plunger down, emptying the contents of the syringe. Without removing the needle, he pulled off the rubber band and then slid the needle out. "Hold your hand over your head", he said. I did that. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK  I coughed a tiny bit, my heart raced like a 350hp V8, my eyes went slightly cross eyed and I lost it. "Lie on the bed quick" he said and I somehow got to my feet, swaying while I did that. I fell on the bed while a million thoughts raced through my head. I fucking needed to be naked and I wanted the world to see it. I got of the bed again. HE did not protest. He had a needle in his vein. I watched fascinated as he got his register and started pushing the contents of the syringe into his arm. When he was almost 90 % done I stopped him. "Don't do that, pull it out please" He smiled a devlish grin and instead of pulling the needle out, he pulled the plunger back and more blood flowed into the syringe. THEN he pulled it out. "Why slut?" "I want your blood in me" I said. There was no need for the rubber band or the wipe. He pushed the needle into my vein. "Want my poz blood?" he asked, pulling off his rubber band from his arm simultaneously. "Fuck yes I do" I saaid, realizing that I had never asked him his status, but overjoyed that he was poz. He emptied the contents into my vein, sending his poz blood into my arm as he started to cough violently. I had a minor coughing fit too. My senses were in overdrive. I wanted to gorgeous man in front of me. I wanted him to breed me, to get me pregnant, to have his poz babies. I took his arm and licked the site of his slam. He did the same with mine. I looked to him, only to find his lips on mine. "You're mine, slut. You now have my poz blood in you" he said, as we frantically kissed each other like the world was ending the next day. "I want everyone to watch you breed me. Fucking poz me stud" I said to him. "Open those curtains, we've got a nice view of the street" he said, as we took off each others clothes. Within seconds we were naked. Fuck he was hot. Muscled but not bulky, a light cover of hair, a pierced nipple, and best of all, a THICK 8 incher with a PA. I WAS IN LOVE. I had never had a PA in my hole ever. I opened the curtains wide and we both moved to the window, where any passerby, if they looked up, would see us. I got on my knees, and found myself staring at the best cock I had seen in my life. My mind was filling with endless possibilities. First among them was the question as to why I had never slammed before. I was breathing heavy and hard, my eyes unfocused, my hornyness level off the charts with the realization that I was now poz and that I was about to serve this man, this stud, this god, in every way I could. I dispensed with the niceties and slid his entire cock into my mouth in one go. All the way down to the base, with my nose buried in his lightly trimmed pubes and the cool steel of the PA in my throat. I could feel his blood pumping rapidly. His breathing was super rapid. "Yeah slut, thats the way, all the way down, fuck yeah, thats a great throat you have. Its built to serve cock" "mmmmhmmm" I said, not wanting to let up worshiping him. "You look sober still, slut, you want more T?" he asked. "Fuck yeah stud, I need more T, more of your blood in my veins". HE started walking backwards while I crawled with him, not wanting to let his cock slip out of my mouth. We reached his bag and while I worked on his cock like my life depended on it, he worked on getting my slam ready. "I gave you 0.2, now I'm gonna fuck you up bigtime slut. This is 0.4 more" he said after a bit of time, during which I assume he prepared my slam. "Look up slut" he said. He inserted the needle into his arm and drew back the plunger, filling it with his own blood. I did not need the rubber band, nor the alcohol wipe as I held out my arm. "Slam me stud, I need your poz blood in me. I need your T in me". He inserted the needle into my arm and drew back the plunger, changing the color of the contents darker, indicating a register and then emptied the contents into my arms. Till date I have never felt less in control of myself and more in need of cock, than that moment. I got up, ran to the window, stark naked, and held up my arms, licking the site of the needle entry and the world went 10 degrees hotter. I started jumping up and down, my useless, shrivelled up cock bouncing, leaking precum, I started coughing violently, my eyes out of control. I looked around to Mike giving himself another small slam followed by a coughing fit by him as well. I ran over and licked his arm. "Do you have to piss stud? Can I drink your piss in the window please?" "Fuck yes slut" he said as we ran to the window. I got on my knees and took his semi hard cock in my mouth. He could barely stand still and I could feel his muscles tense while he tried to piss. "Here it comes slut" he said as a stream of warm, slightly strong piss came flowing out and I started gulping it down as fast as possible. The stream went on and on and I couldnt be happier. I drank every last drop of it. HE pulled me up into a kiss, tasting his own piss on my lips. "Breed me stud. Don't use any lube at all. Fuck me dry" I said. "Bend over slut". I bent over right there in the window. HE positioned his now hard cock at my hole till its tip touch my hole. It was like a bolt of electricity passed through me. In that moment, my world shrank itself down to the size of my hole. My hole became the center of my universe. Nothing else mattered except taking this poz stud in my hole and being his sex slave as long as I lived. HE started pressing in. While a tiny part of my mind registered the pain, the other 99% didnt care as long as he was pleasured and I got him in me. Thankfully he was precumming a lot and slowly, steadily, and painfully he started going in, inch by inch. The cold steel followed by the hard throbbing flesh of his cock, it was the best feeling in the world. I was in heaven, watching the people on the street while a poz stud, who I had slammed with, pressed his raw, unlubricated cock into my hungry slut hole. It took him 5 minutes but eventually he was balls deep in me. "Fuck yeah. What a hot slut you are. We're blood brothers now and you have my pierced poz 8 inches dry fucking you" "Fuck yeah stud, rip me up. I want to have your poz babies. Set me free with the gift." "You already got the gift when you got my blood in you slut" he said, starting to withdraw completely. I whimpered, "Don't pull out stud". But he pulled out completely. He staggered over to his bag and took out a heavy steel chain with a lock. He tied the chain around my neck, locked it and threw away the key. I was still bent over in the window. He got behind me, spat at my hole, took a hold of the chain around my neck, and in one go, rammed his cock in. "FUCK YES STUD, RAPE ME" "Oh I will slut. I am gonna spend the entire weekend breeding you. I want to make sure I poz you up" he said, not slowly starting to slide in and out of me. His thick wad of spit and his precum was lubing up my hole sufficiently as he piston fucked my hole. "Look at you, taking poz cock from a stranger while high on drugs as people watch from the street, not caring that people watch", he said. "I want them to see how I serve men sir" I said, reaching around to grab his ass and pull him in more. My mind was seeing colors I had never seen. I wanted as much poz cock as possible. Raw, unmedicated poz cock. I wanted to get raped by strangers off the road, for people to watch me being used by alpha men. To see what a filthy faggot I am. Mike pulled out and said "Suck me more slut". I needed no more instructions. I turned around and in one go had him balls deep in my mouth. I could taste his spit and precum in his cock and inwardly thanked god that my ass was clean. I could see Mike taking photographs while I sucked him. "Sutd, could you get my whole face in those photos?" "Fuck yeah slut, you like being seen while you serve me huh?" "Fuck yes I do sir. I want everyone to see me serve you", I said. "Have you heard of Chatturbait?" "No sir" "Its a live sex site. Where people turn on their cams and fuck for others. I have an account and followers and we could do stuff on cam" "Fuck yes stud, please use me on cam" "Fuck yeah slut, I knew you were into that" he said, taking my laptop and opening the site. I was still servicing his cock while I opened the website, signed in. "This is going to notify my followers that I am putting on a show" he said, clicking a button. In no time at all, the pane in the chat section started filling up with unknown people. My laptop assked for permission to use my webcam and Mike clicked yes. As soon as the webcam light came on, he got his cock into view and I immediately got my face in front of the cam, and devoured his cock. "Fuck yeah slut, see those comments, they like you and what you're doing. Show them where I pozzed you" he said, and I held out the puncture site of the needle on my arms for everyone to see. ""Fuck yeah; yeah whore, you're high as a kite" were some of the responses in the window. I got back to serving Mike. I mustve sucked him for at least 15 minutes before he pulled us away from the laptop such that we were both in view. He bent me over, clutched the  chain around my neck and slid into me. I moaned in extreme pleasure. From then it was on. Mike started hammering away at my hole. This was no passionate fuck, this was an assault. HE was trying to wreck my hole, tear me apart for his poz babies. He slapped my ass with his free hand as he tightened the chain around my neck, all the while pounding at my hole. I was bucking into him, trying to get more and more of his cock into me, while fondling my soft, useless cock. HE squeezed the chain even more and I started choking. Instead of feeling panic, I got turned on even more by the lack of air to my lungs. "Choke me stud, while you poz me" I said. "Fuck yeah faggot, look at you. Getting fucked on cam for god knows how many people, taking poz cock while high on 0.6T, and asking your master to choke you. Fucking take my poz cock slut" he said, hammering away at me. I reached between my legs to fondle his balls and was met with a moan from him. "Keep doing that slut" he said. Between the high heart rate from the slam, the knowledge that I was most likely now poz, and if not, the poz cock in me would make sure; while being choked, I was in slut heaven. This is my place in the world; I am meant to do this. I am a cumdump for anon poz guys. These were the thoughts in my mind and I felt his strokes get harder. "Beg for my poz load slut" he said. "Poz me stud, give me your gift. Set me free. I need your toxic cum deep in me" "Fuck bitch, my poz boys are gonna go up your cunt and change you forever", he said, "Aaaaah, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm giving it to you slut, the first of my poz loads this weekend" and he erupted deep inside me, past my second sphincter, and held his cock there. I could feel the warmth deep in me and I tightened my hole tol milk out his cum. I felt at least  spurts of his seed. He held his cock in me at least 5 more minutes and then slowly pulled out, eliciting a whimper of sadness from me. "Don't worry slut, I am good for a lot more loads. Show the people your cummy hole", he said. I turned my ass around to face my laptop and showed my hole to the netizens of chatturbait. "They like it, slut" he said, "They're giving me a lot of tips. Want to share the money?" "No sir, you can make money by breeding me on cam. My old form of payment is your cum in me". "Good slut. I hear you have a party up on BBRT. Lets see what we have there he said, finishing the cam show and switching to BRRT, where the inbox was now at 52 messages. "I am gonna choose who comes over" he said. "Anything you say sir, but please dont leave till everyone is gone" I said. "I wont, slut, you're mine this weekend" he said, now opening my inbox....

 

To be continued.

 

@versmetropig - it sounds as though 95% of this (all but the bloodslamming) is after he's been reading my thoughts about what I would like to happen later this year ...

Edited April 10, 2022 by TaKinGdeepanal