Becoming the Pig

[Guest Partyandtakeloads7]

Your storytelling is top notch. 

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Thanks for all the comments! I really do appreciate any feedback people give. 

Had more time to work on this update. Going to try and start shooting for a weekly update, but not sure how well I can achieve it with work. 

Hope you enjoy!

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PART 6: Stoking the Flames

“Jake?!” Matthew said with a gasp, hand in hand with her.

“Matthew,” I replied curtly, looking down at their hands before looking back in his face. I kept my face completely emotionless.

“What…. what are you doing here?” he asked, first looking at her, then me, then their hands intertwined, “Um… Jess… sweetheart, do you mind going up without me I need to talk with Jake… alone…”

Looking at me with a satisfied smirk, she turned and smiled at Matt, giving him a huge kiss on the cheek before releasing his hand. 

“Not a problem baby! I’ll see you upstairs! I’ll miss you bunches sweetie!!!” she replied, her fake saccharine sweet tone grating against my nerves like nails on a chalkboard, as she stepped into the elevator. I watched as she pressed the button for our…. now her floor. She looked at her nails as the doors slowly closed, looking up for only a second to glare at me menacingly. 

I turned my attention back to Matthew.

“She's a real gem,” I said, my tone flat, as I shifted the box in my arms. 

“Look, Jake, I wanted to tell you but…” Matthew replied, his face bright red from embarrassment.

“You’ve just been so busy, right?” I said, blinking slowly at him, suddenly very tired of his bullshit. “Or, let me guess, you forgot?”

“No, Jake, baby…” he stammered before I cut him off.

“Oh no…” I said, take a step towards him, letting the coldness flow through the tone of my voice, a wave of satisfaction hitting me as he reflexively took a step away from me, “I'm not your ‘baby' anymore Matthew. That new job title is ALL on little Ms. Jess.”

“Please Jake, let me just explain…”

“Explain what exactly? How you slept around behind my back? I think if I’m smart enough to get a medical degree, I can understand that one without having you explain it to me. You wanted to stick your dick into something new, and boy, you really made sure it was something new,” I smiled, knowing it probably was more like a sneer. Shifting the box to my other hip, I started walking towards Matthew again, “And you know, now that I see the both you together? You two make just a perfect couple. Don’t worry though babe, I’m not here to mess that up. I’m just here to get my things from OUR apartment,” I said, my cold tone and quiet demeanor slowly pushing Matt back against the wall behind him.

“Honey, please… it’s not like…”

“It’s not like that? Hmmm…. let’s look at it from my point of view. You see, if you wanted an open relationship, you could have come to me and I just might have been open to trying it. Hell, if you wanted to spice things up in the bedroom, I would have tried anything you wanted. A threesome? Sure, why not. Needed to see if you were straight? Not where I saw you going, but something I’d be willing to talk about.”

“Wait… really?” he asked, a small glimmer hope in his eyes.

“Oh yeah… Absolutely,” I said, with a smile and adding a bit of fake flair to my voice, putting my hand next to his head and leaning in close to his ear, “I really, truly would have. Because I loved you with all my heart and I would have done anything to keep you happy. And I do mean ANYTHING. Things that that girl you’re playing house with up there would lose her shit over babe. Depraved things you can’t even begin to imagine. The type of shit you’d only find in the deepest, darkest porn. I would have fulfilled your nastiest fucking fantasies, just to make you happy and keep us together. Our time apart has shown me some new things about myself you probably would have really liked. Nasty, perverted things the likes you’d never believe, baby.”

I let out a soft sigh across his ear and ran my hand through his hair, knowing it was a major turn on for him, watching as what I did made him shiver and bite his lip. I smiled cruelly, knowing he was getting turned on, as I could feel the beginning of a hard-on form in his pants against my leg. I leaned in even closer, giving it a small lick and started to whisper into his ear.

“But you fucked all that up the second you went behind my back. When you packed up my shit into those boxes. And when you gave away my things to that piece of trash. Now? Now we are nothing. You aren't my baby, my sweetheart, my love, or any o those false platitudes. You took all the love in my heart for you and threw it into the trash. I could literally not give any less of a shit what you do now. Sleep with whoever you want. Enjoy this thing with that piece of ass. I really, truly don’t care. We are done. Any hope you had of us ever getting back together ended when you packed me away like an unwanted toy.”

I gave him a small kiss on the cheek. I stepped back and started walking away.

“Jake,” Matthew said, his voice almost needy, “Please… Don’t… I love y…”

I stopped and looked over my shoulder. 

“Oh, no. Don’t even try that one on me. We both know what a big lie that is, and that little boy lawyers like you will always say anything to get what they want when they know they can’t have it.”

I watched as he cringed, my words hitting him in the gut as I allowed myself to let every hateful thought I felt about him flow out of my mind and into my mouth. Was it low? Was it the below the belt? Absolutely, and he deserved it. With a smile, I tilted my head and regarded him one last time. 

“Oh! Before I let you watch me walk out that door one last time, I just have one more thing to tell you,” I said, a smile on my face that I knew didn’t reach my eyes, “Get your bitch her own laptop. If you ever give my shit away to someone else, I will personally make sure to come into your house while you sleep at night and cut your balls off myself. And we both know I have the time, the knowledge, the easy access to the supplies and most definitely the support staff to back that up. Goodbye, Matthew.”

I walked out the front doors of my former home, a sense of satisfaction restored at being able to end things with Matthew on my terms. Sometimes, being an evil, heartless bitch felt amazing.

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I walked back up to Whitehorn’s with a few minutes to spare, thankful that Eric was still there and waiting.

Opening the door, he held it open and gave me a huge smile.

“Hey! Jake! Glad you made it back in time!” he said, smoking a new pipe this time, puffing the fragrant smoke in my face. I took a small breath in and had to admit, it smelled wonderful. Different from the cigar for sure, but amazing nonetheless. 

“Yeah, had a little issue at the old apartment I had to take care of, “ I said, setting my box on the counter and with a grateful sigh rolling my shoulders.

“Sorry to hear that man,” he said, taking another puff with a frown on his face. 

“Oh, nothing major, just had a run-in with the ex and such,” I said, shrugging my shoulders, amazed at how much better I felt after telling Matt off. I turned my attention to the different pipes on display on the counter.

“Oh…” he said, looking down at the slightly open box.

“I guess you and she didn’t end on good terms?” he said, looking back up at me.

“Her? No…. him…. my boyfr… my ex-boyfriend…” I said. 

“Oh I just assumed since…” he continued with a bit of confusion on his face.

“Since?” I asked, not sure where he was going.

Pointing down into the box, I looked down at what he was showing me and I let out a sigh. 

“I mean, pink and sparkly? I wouldn’t exactly call that masculine…” he said with a snort, before letting the smoke from his pipe pour out of his mouth and nose.

“Yeah. I can see what you mean. That would be the handy work of my ex’s new girlfriend,” I said turning my attention to one of the displays as Eric continued to move around and straighten up things and turn lights off.

“Damn. Traded you in on a girl? That’s fucking cold,” he said, giving me a look of pity. “Wanna talk about it?”

I told him the entire story of my breakup, from walking in on Matthew to the satisfying breakup as he finished closing everything up, omitting only the sex parts. He said nothing as he worked except the few outraged replies and angered growls, just puffing at his pipe while letting me vent my entire story out. As I finished, he moved my purchase to the top of my box.

“Wow,” he said, speechless for a moment, “Just. Wow. What a fucking douchebag. Fucker deserved everything you gave him. I mean fuck! If I had a smart and sexy guy like you, I’d never let your ass get out of my grip, much less leave our bed!”

That one sentence got my immediate attention.

“Oh… you’re…” I said, definitely sure now that he was not only flirting earlier but actually being toned down.

“Gay as fuck? Shit rainbows and fart glitter? You bet,” he said with a smile as he took a deep puff. He let the smoke out with a large nose jet.

“Shit rainbows and fart glitter? That’s a new one. I’ll have to remember that, “ I said, as I let out a small laugh, transfixed by the display of his smoking.

“Feel free to use it,” Eric said, taking a few more puffs before reaching under the counter and grabbing a well-worn leather satchel, “Well, shop’s all closed up. Time to leave.”

I followed him out the door as he set the alarm, before pulling out a set of keys from his bag. I stood there checking out his firm ass, as he turned around and locked doors.

“Look, man,” he started, turning back around, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and bringing it up to the bowl of the pipe. He took a few puffs which make the bowl smoke even more. I watched with interest as he took a deep inhale that he nose jetted out, “This is probably pretty forward. I know you’re fresh out of a relationship. Same here. Not nearly the nasty breakup like yours, but still. If you ever want to meet up and chat, or take it up a notch and take me up on that pipe lesson offer, or even just hook up for a quick smoke fuck, hit me up. You’re one sexy piece of ass, and the fact you’re into smoking is a major plus in my book… And I’d definitely love to get us both puffing away naked sometime and find out how freaky you can get. If you’d be into that kind of thing.”

I watched as he reached down, grabbing his cock through his pants and showed made his bulge more prominent.

“I kinda have a feeling you are, though,” he said with a smile, taking another puff of the pipe.

“You… I…” I spit out, unable to form a sentence at the sudden change in Eric’s attitude outside the shop. I would never have guessed this guy had a dark, kinky side. Though, I guess the same could be said of me.

“I saw you checking me you earlier, sexy… getting hard as you saw me smoke,” he said with a wink, “and you’ve had me boned up all day thinking about you lighting up those thick stogies. Something tells me that you’ve been smoking them longer than you let on.”

With that, he handed me his business card, and on the back was a telephone number.

“That’s my cell. I don’t give it out to just anyone, so… Give me a call soon, stud?” he asked, rubbing his thumb on the back of my hand as I took the card from.

“Um… sure!” I said, shocked but pleasantly surprised before blurting out, “Do you need mine?”

“Text me and I’ll add you. Well, I gotta go meet up with a few friends tonight for a thing I promised to do with them. I want to see you again soon though,” Eric said, putting his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it with his thumb as he took a deep inhale on his pipe and then pulling it back out of his mouth.

“Defini-“ I began to say when he mashed his lips against mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth and blowing his smoke into me. His hand held against the back of my head, holding me against him as I breathed it in, my cock instantly got hard. We stood there for several moments, kissing deeply as our tongues slid against each other.

He stepped away, a grin on his face as I slowly exhaled, savoring the taste of his pipe smoke as the thick cloud poured out of my mouth and nose.

“Just what I was hoping for. Later hot stuff,” he said, winking at me as placed the pipe in his mouth again and started walking towards the parking lot across the street. 

I stood there for a minute in a stupor, bringing my fingers to my lips as while watching him as he hopped into a small SUV and drove off, waving to me as he passed with his pipe dangling out of the side of his mouth, the only thing in my mind that I seriously needed to get a pipe or two.

Finally snapping out of it, I blinked a few times and walked down the street towards my apartment. Almost to my building, I stopped, looking at the adult bookstore from the night before. I was horny and knew I was going to need to get some relief later at the glory holes. 

That’s when I realized it. Poppers and an ass plug.

I definitely had enjoyed using the poppers every time I had access to them. And as for the plug, with the amount of cum I would hopefully take up my ass very soon, I knew I would need something substantial to keep them trapped inside. My ass ached to be flooded, and I wanted to take all my hard earned prizes home. Walking in, I looked back to the back towards the video booths counter, hoping that Kyle would be there to ask for help. Sadly, instead, there was a small twink guy with bright blue hair, texting away on his phone looking bored.

Disappointed, I went to where I saw the poppers before, and after a while found a bottle that looked similar to the ones Kyle had shoved under my nose. The bottle proudly displayed ‘Super Rush’.

Next, I walked over to the butt plug and my mind nearly shut down at all the choices. They came in sizes big and small. They could be made of glass, metal, rubber, silicon. Inflating, vibrating, cellular connected. Tails, cock rings, even jeweled. I shuddered at the last one. After the horror that my laptop had become, I could never look at rhinestones and fake crystals the same way again. 

And then, I saw it. The box called it a jock style plug, and it spoke to me with how it looked like a giant cock, but still, would work like a normal plug. Plus, it came in a two pack, so if one was too big, I could go with a smaller one.

Going up to the counter, I paid for the items and threw them into the bag with the cigar supplies.

Satisfied, I walked back out and realized as my stomach growled that I had no groceries. Thankfully, on my previous adventures in the neighborhood, I had discovered a decent grocery store, and so I walked across the street to it. A quick run through the aisles and I had a few TV dinners and a couple other staples to last me until I could make a full run to the store the next day.

Laden down with both the box and my grocery bags, I walked back and entered my building. With a small lift of my fingers in a wave to Amal, who was talking on the phone, I then proceeded to call the elevator. While I waited, I shuffled the things in my hands and pulled out my phone. Flipping through the numbers, I sent a text message to Kyle:

Hey, it’s Jake from last night. If I were to go to the video booths, what time should I go??

I watched as the message sent, and got into the elevator. 

Looking at my watch, it proudly displayed 6:45 pm. The doors opened, and I looked at my door which caused me to let out a slight curse.

Maintenance In Progress, Please Come In

Well, I sighed to myself, looks like I’ll have to wait until they are done to try out the purchases. With a groan, I opened the door, and walked in, setting down everything. 

“Hello?” I called out loud, looking for the maintenance man.

“Sorry, in here,” I heard a muffled voice say, coming from the utility closet. Something about it sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.

A ding from my phone interrupted my train of thought on where I knew the voice. As I read the reply from Kyle:

Depends. y?

Me: Well… it’s been a day. And I need to get rid of some stress. Was hoping to have fun like last night. Picked up some poppers and a few cigars. Have a few with your name on them as a thank you.

Kyle: fuck! not there tonight, but you tell benny the twink at the front i said you can go in on the friend discount. have to get you to come by a different time so we can enjoy the gars in style fucker

Kyle: 2 answer the other ? tho i would say if u want loads dripping out ur cunt like the fuckin slut u are, go after 10 tonight 

Me: Seriously? Thx!

Me: Wait… Slut? I've only ever been there once! lol

Kyle: and u were a hot nasty cumdump pig. loved seeing that latin fukkers load drip out ur pussy and watching you take my prick and inhale my fuckin gar man. you have a great hole btw. so tight n made to suck out jizz. wish i was there to watch you get filled with cocksnot til u drip. 

Kyle: so wanna feed your lungs a few reds and sum more gar smoke, then when ur high on smoke, fuck you up on poppers n get u 2 back your hole up on some nice anon raw dick

Kyle: have 2 also get u 2 the bathhouse sometime too. u wood be real popular there. maybe give u the grand tour and have a few buds give you some extra special loads. i know theyd love to take a long hard ride in your ass before filling up ur cunt w their hot swimmers

Me: Might just do that. All of that sounds pretty fucking hot actually lol

Kyle: just let benny know ur looking to be a cum dumpster 2nite. he’ll send em ur way. btw, he says some preppy guy that fit what i said you look like just came in and bought a nice fuckin set of ass plugs and sum high power poppers. that u?

Me: Yeah… I tried to find the kind of poppers you used. And I bought a set of butt plugs that looked really hot. 

Kyle: hot damn fucker. please tell me its for the loads tonight? u gonna fill up ur hole and let em marinate all night?

Me: Maybe…?

Kyle: fuck!!! making me wish i was there to help you trap all that ass grease into your cum pit. gonna make you smoke so much more next time we fuck together now i know ur a smoke pig. would love to watch you smoke some reds. watch em dangle from your lips. maybe even give u my piss.

Me: Never tried them or piss, but I’m game for both.

Kyle: fuckin nice bud! so hot that you are turning into a nasty breeding piggy. never would have pegged u 4 one, but fuckin love it. use booth #8 bro. small enough you can get it from both end anon. hungry pig like you needs it anyway he can. cant wait to fuck your dripping boy pussy again and add my wad. gtg tho

Me: ok. ttyl

Shit, I have to kill a few hours, I thought to myself. My cock throbbed at the thoughts of what might go on tonight, and I felt antsy, wishing I could start sooner. Maybe I could smoke one of the cigars and get high on the poppers,  then work the smaller plug inside me. But first, I’d have to wait for the maintenance guy to leave. Resigned, I unloaded my groceries as I turned my attention back to the voice in the closet.

“Oh, sorry. Um… important work text I had to answer. Just didn’t want to startle you when I walked in,” I called out, suddenly realizing I had never replied back to the maintenance worker.

Taking my box from the old apartment into my room, I placed it on the ground next to the dresser and made the bed, which I had forgotten to do the night before, picking up a few clothes and putting them into a pile before I reached down and grabbed my used underwear from the night before. Looking at the doorway, I briefly took a quick sniff of the dirty garments, enjoying the smell of dried cum before throwing them in the pile.

Grabbing the cigars and supplies, I walked back out and nearly dropped the bag as I was confronted by someone I definitely didn't expect to see.

“Holy shit…” I said, slowly, walking up to the kitchen counter, ”Jackson?”

Standing in front of me was the man who had introduced me to smoke sex and barebacking. He gave me a slight look of shock as he realized instantly who I was.

“Shit! Jake, right?” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow, clearly out of breath.

“Yeah, um… why are you…” I began, my nervous habit kicking in again as I began to scratch the back of my neck.

Without speaking, he pointed to his shirt, clearly labeled “Maintenance.”

Turning back to the new washer and dryer now sitting in the utility closet, he pressed the start button on both, smiling as both started up perfectly.

Shutting both off again, he turned his attention back to me.

“How have you been? I mean, good I’d guess. Got a new place obviously!” he said, smiling and he went over to and washed his hands before drying them on his shirt, “But things have been going better since I last saw you I hope?”

“Yeah, um… Things are better for sure. I just moved in yesterday,” I said, unable to stop staring at him. He looked almost unrecognizable in the polo shirt and lack of prominent piercings, “Why are you working here though? I mean, I thought you did construction work…”

“Oh yeah. I still do,” he said, before opening the cabinets to pull out a glass. “Hey, do you mind if I get some water? Been standing on my head for an hour and these polos don't breath at all.”

“Sure…” I said, waiting for an answer.

I watched as he filled the glass and gulped it down. Setting it in the sink, he turned around and fanned his shirt as he continued.

“Little brother is the property manager. He started on a few months back, and his team lost several of the maintenance crew. Few of them to another building and the rest had to be fired. He asked if I could fill in,”  he said, as I nodded, checking him out. If anything, he looked even hotter than before, “I love my little bro, and he was in a pretty rough patch. Between that and the cooler weather cutting down on my work, I said sure. So, steady income and benefits until I want to leave. Also get better hours than on my own. In fact, you’re the last job of the day and I get to go home.”

“Oh, cool,” I said, feeling my cock harden at the memory of his cock, now a prominent bulge in his pants, filling my ass.

“How about you?” he asked, apparently enjoying the fact I couldn't stop staring. 

“Not much I guess…” I said, trailing off, slightly embarrassed as he made his way over to me before grabbing the bag in my hand.

“Damn!” he exclaimed, looking at the name on the side of the bag, “Looks like someone has good taste.”

I blushed as he gave me a huge smile.

“I, uh… yeah…” I said, muttering slightly trying to come up with something to say, “Kinda have you to blame.”

“Shit! Really?” he said, peeking inside of the bag as he sat it on the counter, “How is that?”

“You got me really turned on to cigars that night… well, among other things…” I said, still slightly embarrassed.

“Double fucking damn!” he said, smiling and rubbing his crotch, an evil grin on his face, “Don’t mean to intrude but… mind if we fire up few of these fuckers? Been dying for a smoke all day, and I’m now officially off the clock. And,” he said, reaching in and pulling out the bottle of poppers as well as the butt plugs, “It looks like you came prepared to play hard, boy. I seem to remember that you owe me a few cigars from the other night.”

With a huge grin, he walked over to counter next to me and set the bag down before reaching into the bag and pulling out two of the large Asylums I had purchased. Unwrapping them from their cellophane, he ran one under his nose, inhaling deeply, before reaching over and setting the bottle of poppers in front of me. Next, he opened the butt plugs and taking the smaller one, licked the bottom and shoved it onto the side of the cabinets, where it stuck firmly.

“You’re gonna need these poppers with the hard fuck I’m gonna give your tight hole, boy,” he said before he reached down to grab my dick through my pants, “And when I’m done, I’m gonna trap my loads deep inside your cunt.”

I put my forehead against his chest, breathing in his sweaty, manly scent, mixed with the faint smell of cigar smoke. I moaned in pleasure.

“In the mood for some fun then?” he growled, squeezing my cock, “Want to take a few loads to keep that hole warm all night and let me really fuck those lungs of yours?” 

Immediately my cock strained even harder in my pants, the thought of having a repeat of that first night made my hole ache to be stretched and filled, and my lungs hungered for the smoke. Slowly, I began to nod.

[roguematrix]

MMMmmmmmm fucking hot. keep up the great work fucker

[pozpopperpig]

Great chapter!  Love this story!

[freshxtop5]

Fuck yeah Jackson is back! I can't wait to read more.

[cheatingjock]

Absolutely loving this story.  Came across this pic on Tumblr. https://acheatingjock.tumblr.com/post/165606633655

[Corkbb4poz]

Love this story 

[masctravelingpup]

Fuckkkkkkk,   So damn hot. So glad jackson is back 

[kspozcum]

Thanks for all the positive comments! I always look forward to reading them and as always, look forward to any feedback.

As promised, here is this week's update. I think I should be good with going on a weekly posting schedule. I'll post though if anything gets delayed.

Enjoy.

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PART 7: Trying Something New

I grabbed at my dick through my pants when I watched as the hot older hunk in front of me suddenly stripped, taking first the shirt and then the pants off. Apparently, no underwear on underneath. Jackson stuck the thick black cigar, one of the Asylums, into his jaw, and walked over to the door of my apartment. Taking a quick peek outside, he pulled the sign down and closed the door, locking it and drawing the extra security lock.

“Making sure we don't get any interruptions,” he said, walking back to me as he slowly undressed.

I licked my lips as he came over to me, grabbing my face tenderly and ran his thumb along the side of my face. Running his hand to the back of my head, he pulled the now wet cigar out of his mouth and gently pulled my head back and began to kiss me. His beard rubbed against my face as he slowly coaxed my mouth open with his tongue, allowing me to taste him.

I savored his smokey breath and began to let my hands wander on his body, my logical mind getting pushed away as lust took over. I ran my hand down to his cock, enjoying the heavy girth and length to it, knowing it would soon be shoved up my ass, stretching it and making room for his thick cum as we both smoked and fucked.

Jackson suddenly stepped away, and I moaned in disappointment.

“No pig boy,” he said, his voice taking on a deeper tone, “You know the drill. You gotta make Daddy happy if you want his meat in your hole.”

“What do you want me to do to make you happy, Daddy?” I asked, playing along, half-jokingly, and half wanting to see where things would go now that I was sober with this hot muscled hunk.

“First off, piggy, you know Daddy needs to see his boy naked. I want you to take your clothes off for Daddy, and show him what you want him to claim.”

With that, I slowly started undressing, watching as he turned his attention to the cigars and started prepping them. Pulling off my underwear, I turned around and slowly bent over, showing him my hole, now mostly recovered from the night before.

“Hmm… looks like Piggy Boy has been letting others shove their dick’s in Daddy’s meat hole,” he said, bringing the first cigar to his mouth. Slowly, he lit it, bringing the cigar to flame before drawing deep. A bright cherry glowed at the end and Jackson let out a huge nose jet, which made my cock jerk. “Who did you let play in your ass, boy? Give me all the dirty details.”

“I needed it so bad… Daddy,” I began, telling him the truth, “I was watching bareback porn next door, and I found a hot uncut Latino guy who let me suck on him for a while. Then he sucked my dick for a while before he came into my booth and asked to fuck my hole.”

“That’s a good boy,” he said, his eyes hooded over and he slowly stroked himself at my retelling, “Did you let him cum deep in your little slop hole like you did Daddy? No questions, no condoms?”

“Yes Daddy,” I replied and nodded, watching as he took another deep inhale on the cigar before opening the bottle of poppers, “I let him deep in me. He had poppers and made me feel so horny. I wanted to feel an uncut piece of meat dump a load in my ass like you did. But I told him he had to let me fuck him too.”

“Did you ask for a condom, boy?” he asked, handing the open poppers bottle to me and watching as I took several deep hits before setting them back down.

“Yes Daddy,” I replied, slightly wobbling as the poppers took effect, spreading their warmth through my body, “But he didn’t have any. It was the only way I could shoot my load.”

“Fucking nice Pig,” he said, and with that handed the unlit thick black cigar to me, which I immediately grabbed, “So fucking glad we got you turned into a smoker. That makes me so happy. Daddy wants to see you get that big fucking gar lit up, and take all the thick smoke deep in your pink lungs. You gonna smoke it all?”

“Fuck yeah, dad,” I said, the cigar already in my mouth and waiting to be lit.

With that, I watched as Jackson flicked on my new lighter and held it under the end of my cigar. I puffed away greedily at the end, bring the cherry to life and after he shut off the flame, took a deep inhale.

Immediately, my lungs burned, happy to finally be getting fed after such a long wait. I held the smoke in and after a few seconds slowly let it back out, the smoke flowing out of my mouth in a thick cloud.

I let out a tiny cough, my lungs itching to cough more. Taking the bottle of poppers, I took several massively deep hits and as the room started to spin, I put them down. I then proceeded to copy the moves of the two previous smokers I watched that day and hauling deep on the cigar again, let a massive nose jet of smoke out. My semi-virgin lungs no longer hurt, having given into the assault of the brutal fucking they were getting with the poppers and smoke mixing together.

Jackson let out a growl of satisfaction as he grabbed his cigar and got it lit. 

“Nose jet that smoke, you fucking little popper slut. Show me how much you love fucking up those lungs,” Jackson replied, smoke pouring out of his mouth as he grabbed his cock and shook it. A small drop of precum flew off and landed on the floor, “Now… Lick that up piggy… show Daddy how much you love the taste of him!”

Immediately I got on all fours, cigar in one hand, and began licking up the spot. The poppers were clouding my mind and making me lose control. And I didn’t want to stop. I sat up, crouching on my legs as he walked up to me.

“Smoke that cigar, bitch,” he said, as he slowly stroked himself, “I wanna see you become a full-fledged smoker. Inhale deep for me. And then tell me more about how you whored around in the bookstore.”

I nodded and began to take more inhales, savoring the returning burning sensation in my throat from the harsh smoke and enjoying the buzz the cigar was giving me. My balls and cock felt heavy and my lungs burned some with the smoke. I let out another cough. Jackson handed the poppers to me again, and after a few hits, the burning went away, replaced with the warm horniness all over my body.

“Shit boy,” he said, pulling me up and removing the cigar from my mouth, “I love watching you fuck those perfect lungs, gonna get you addicted quickly at this rate. Makes my balls ache thinking about you becoming a little smoking Piggy. I gotta get in that sweet hole of yours soon. Tell me what else you did.”

“The Latino guy came deep inside my ass and I switched spots with him. He said he had probably six or seven loads up his ass already and my cock went into his ass easy,” I said, leaning back and stroking my cock slowly, slowly puffing away on the cigar in my mouth as I recounted the tale to Jackson. “But right after I shoved my cock up his ass, someone else came into the room. The other guy came in and shove his bare cock up my ass too.”

“Damn, fucking hot!” Jackson exclaimed, fisting his huge pierced meat as I told him the story, “Did you take it like a good piggy, no questions asked?”

“I did just like you taught me, Daddy,” I said, giving a show with another nose jet of this cigar smoke, “The second he lit up a cigar, I let him fill me up with his smoker cum. I also shared his cigar so I could shoot my load up the other guy's ass.”

“Fuck yeah, boy!” Jackson said, grabbing both of my hips and turning me around, “Turning into a natural bareback smoke-fucker, aren’t you, you fucking slut! Boys like you are nothing but cum receptacles to be molded and used, huh?”

Poppers still clouding my mind, all I could do was nod and start to turn around and bend over, offering up my hole to him.

“Not quite yet… remember last time boy?” he said, grabbing my chin to make me look at him.

“Yeah?” I asked, confused. I obviously wanted his cock up my hole, and he wanted to fuck me.

He pointed to his tattoo. And I remembered.

“You’re still undetectable, right?” I asked, remembering his poz status.

“I am, baby,… but, well, here’s the thing…” he said, his face taking a somewhat serious look.

“What is it?” I asked, curious as well as horny. I slowly ground my ass against his throbbing uncut cock. However, he surprised me by pulling away slightly.

“I like some really twisted shit sometimes, and if I’m reading you right, I think you might be really into it,” he said, slowly rubbing my side.

“Ok…” I said, not sure where he was going with this train of thought.

“Well, I was wondering if we could do some role play,“ he said, rubbing his cock up and down my hole, making me moan.

“OK…” I said again, nearly willing to do anything to get the monster up my ass again.

“I could go for really dark and dirty sex, but only if you’re okay with it. You want to stop, we can. Just say the word and its over. Just don’t want to scare you off or get the wrong impression,” he explained, slowly reaching around and twisting my nipples. 

“Yeah…. ok. Like, do I need a safe word or something?” I asked, my mind starting to clear a little from the poppers, as I puffed on the cigar some more.

“No, we don’t need anything like that. It’s just…. not exactly a normal kind of vanilla kink. Just, go along with it let me know if you want to stop, okay?” he said, a concerned, and almost worried look on his face. 

“Well, sure,” I said, grabbing the poppers and getting myself high on them again, “You really haven’t steered me wrong yet… And hell, you could have really taken advantage of me that first night instead of being honest with me. I trust you. That and, well I know where you work.”

“That’s true, and I know where you live slut, so we have mutual destruction,” he said, grabbing the bottle from me and huffing them, “I’m ready when you are. Piggy?”

With nod, we went back to the fun, as I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and starting hauling on it, alternating between nose jets and exhales. I felt Jackson spit on my hole and shoved two fingers roughly up my ass, making me moan in appreciate at my hole finally getting filled. 

“You enjoyed taking those raw loads up your tight boy cunt, didn’t you fucker? Probably went running next door as soon as you could to that nasty bookstore to get them…” he asked, playing with his tits with his free hand as he hauled on his cigar. The roughness of his fingers sliding up my hole made me wince in pain as they slid in, making my cock jump and me inhale deeper on the steadily shrinking stick in my mouth.

I nodded and felt Jackson roughly jab his fingers deeper in me. 

“I want to hear you say it, boy,” he said, his face close to mine. I felt him take a deep draw on the cigar, the heat close to my face.

I watched as a cloud of smoke surrounded my head and I spoke softly.

“Yes Daddy,” I started, and let out a moan as he went deeper, his nails somewhat hurting on the way in before I added louder, “I got the loads from the men at the bookstore. I loved feeling them shoot their loads inside me. I wanted to feel their loads drip out after they were done using me.”

“You made Daddy very mad when you got upset about when he creamed in your neg hole with his load. And now he’s hearing about you taking it raw from any fucker with a cock at the bookstore? Piggy needs some punishment,” he said, adding more spit, and now the third finger before spanking my ass hard.

“I needed their cum, Daddy,” I said, thinking I was now getting the idea. He probably liked the idea of me whoring myself out to other guys like Kyle and Mateo. I could get into that. “I went ahead and backed my ass to the hole because I knew they would shove their cocks deep inside me and spray their loads deep in my hole.” 

I took several deep inhales on my cigar as he finger-fucked me, adding more spit as he stretched me out, getting ready for his monster cock.

Then I took more hits of the poppers, which relaxed my hole even more. Satisfied I was stretched, he pulled his fingers out and we smoked for a moment. 

“Did you love taking stranger cum up your ass?” he asked, stroking his cock, lining it up with my hole.

“Yes,” I said.

The short answer immediately illicit another hard smack on the ass, this one slightly throbbing. It shocked me for a second, but I decided to roll with it, seeing where it went.

“Little fucking shit, you will address me as Daddy or Sir. I own you bitch. Now, tell me what turned you on the most about it?” his voice menacingly deep and growling, making me just a little more scared.

“Feeling another part of someone deep in my ass, Sir,” I answered truthfully, pushing my ass out, waiting for him to shove his dick in me, “Feeling how much they enjoyed my hole with their thick loads being deep inside of me all night and then watching them drip out the next day. Making my hole feel so slimy and used. It made me do nasty things after.”

“Nasty how, bitch,” Jackson said, slowly rubbing the sore asscheek when I finally flinched as he went to spank me, “Tell me what you did piggy.”

“I ate their cum out of my ass and jacked off. I loved tasting what they put in my ass, Sir.”

“Fucking nice,” he said, rubbing his cock head, now dripping with precut along my crack, “That’s what a good cum hole like yours is meant for. To let a top’s swimmers stay nice and warm until they’re ready to be tasted or fed to another pig. Or to use for lube for the next bare cock. Even trapped inside with a nice plug to marinate until they all get absorbed and impregnate a bitch like I’m gonna have you do tonight.”

“Fuck yes Daddy,” I said, suddenly feeling even hornier at the different ideas that I was being given for the uses of my hole.

“You’re gonna let Daddy and all the men he tells you to let in use that sweet boy hole from now on, and never ever ask for a condom, aren’t you?” he asked, crooking his fingers up and began milking my prostate. When I didn’t reply, he stabbed harder on it. 

“I never once heard you say that you asked about status when you took those loads at the bookstore,” he said, his voice raising more, “Did you piggy boy? Did you fucking ask if you were getting your pussy posed up?”

I shook my head no, and Jackson suddenly pulled his fingers out of my ass. I was about to moan at the loss when Jackson slammed his hand down on my bare ass cheek.

“YOU FUCKING SHIT! IF YOU EVER,” he yelled, slapping my ass hard in-between some of the words for added punctuation as he continued, ”COMPLAIN ABOUT MY POZ DICK AGAIN, THEN THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY WITH YOUR ASS.”

I screamed out loud at the sudden assault on my ass, my heart racing as I was shocked at the sudden change in attitude. However, my dick got even harder. I sat there as silence filled the room and suddenly felt Jackson feel my hard dick.

“Very good boy,” Jackson whispered into my ear, softly rubbing my ass before he shoved his cock deep in my ass.

“I’m gonna fucking infect your cunt whether you want it or not, bitch. Gonna wreck your ass until you give me your last useless neg load, you fucking cocktease,” he said, laughing cruelty as he grabbed the back of my head and spit in my face.

Then, it clicked.

Jackson got off to the idea of pozzing a guy by abusing and raping him. If I hadn’t met him before, I’d have been scared shitless, as not only was he actually being rather rough, but also really quite convincing. But knowing him, knowing that I could say stop at any time, I felt strangely safe. He seemed to me like the type of person that would honor his word and didn't seem to be letting the abuse go too far or get too painful. And with the state of my cock, apparently, I enjoyed the idea of getting raped and pozzed too.

“You gonna let Daddy fill you up with his toxic cum from now on boy?” he said, immediately slamming deep in my hole. I wasn't prepared to have him up to the hilt in my ass and nearly dropped the cigar. Regaining my composure, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and inhaled.

“Answer me bitch! ” Jackson demanded, pulling my hair slightly hard and making me arch back.

“Yes daddy!” I pleaded around my cigar, puffing away he started slamming away at my hole, “I’ll be a good boy and take all your toxic cum.”

“Love corrupting stupid neg sluts like you, bitch,” he said, slamming my hole harder. Then 
I felt the first round of cum from Jackson’s bull balls shoot deep inside my ass.

In my drunken stupor weeks before, I hadn’t been able to tell that I was getting loaded, but this time, I could feel and appreciate the difference. My ass felt slicker, I could feel his cock twitching. Jackson hugged me closer to him, growling as sweat started dripping from our naked bodies onto the ground. I felt him pull the cigar from his mouth for a moment, kissing the back of my neck briefly, before putting it back in and hauling on it. He then twisted my nipples hard. I moaned and continued to smoke my cigar.

“You feel that don't you slut?” he asked, not pausing at all on his assault on my ass. “What’s daddy doing? What’s he giving his boy?”

“You’re cumming deep in my ass, Sir,” I replied, barely able to focus due to the hard reaming my ass was getting, the slickness adding a nice feeling to the large cock inside me.

“No shit, you useless fuck,” he growled, grabbing my hair again, making me arch back again. 

This time he wrapped his hand around my neck and got close to my ear and in an even deeper growl asked “What kind of cum is it?”

“Poz cum, daddy,” I only partially pretended to strangled out, playing along with the act since Jackson wasn't actually using enough pressure to chock me. ‘You’re shooting in my ass and filling me up with your toxic seed.’

’Smart fucking piggy.’ he replied, slamming my ass even harder and after a quick adjustment of the cigar in his mouth, he began to jack my cock, “and whats that going to do to your hole?”

“Knock it up daddy,” I said, enjoying the wrongness of this verbal foreplay, “Please poz my hole. I want to get my ass knocked up and pozzed by your load, daddy.”

“That’s right boy,” he said, adding another grunt as he came a second time in my ass, “I’m gonna poz this cumdump up. Make it nothing but a toxic cum dump for men to use whenever they want. And if my load doesn't take, I’m gonna pass you around to all my buddies at the bar. Tie your ass down while they rape your ass. I’ll even be nice and get your beautiful ass high on poppers and fuck your pink lungs with thick black cigars until their heavy and black and filled with tar.”

I let out a moan, my hole starting to tighten as my balls drew up, ready to spew my load.

“Knew the moment I saw you, a hot boy like you would be giving up his hole to men whenever they want it. That’s why fuckers like me are at the bars and gloryholes,” Jackson growled out, his slams in my ass quickly becoming irregular, “Waiting until young cum dumps like you are either too drunk to care, or don't see us as we knock you up and give you our gift. And neg boys like you are always willing to take it.”

“…please daddy. Give me the gift!” I cried out in ecstasy, my brain in a haze of cum lust, smoke pouring out of me.

“This scorpion already stung you twice tonight. Going to be giving you another deadly sting,” he continued, as I felt his cock swell even larger in my ass as he blew his cigar smoke around the back of my head, “Gonna flood your hole and fill you full of my bugged up smoker jizz.”

With that, Jackson slammed harder as his thrusts started getting even more irregular, his angle changing as he started hitting my prostate.

I couldn't take anymore, and taking one large inhale on my cigar, I felt my balls churn as my orgasm crashed over me, making my hole clamp down hard on Jackson’s bare cock and milk him as he shot wad after wad of cum up my hole. 

“Fuck yeah bitch, milking out your last neg load out of that useless prick of yours and knocking your ass up,” he panted, his voice strained as he shot over and over, “Gonna make you my poz smoke slut! Fuck yes! Charging up that neg hole boy. Take this fucking bug. Gonna trap my toxic swimmers inside to let them grow.”

I kept inhaling as deep as I could on my cigar, enjoying the buzz it was giving me as I continued to spray my cum all over myself, feeling as Jackson's cock continued to jerk deep inside me.

We sat there for a few minutes as we came down off of our adrenaline highs and our orgasms subsided. Eventually, I felt Jackson soften and with a soft plop, his cock came out of my ass. I felt some of his cum drip out of my ass we both stood up.

“Fuck!” Jackson said softly, reaching down and turning my chin up, kissing me deeply. Standing up tall with a loud pop from his knees, he released my face and stretched his back, more pops easy heard in the silence of the apartment.

Cigar smoke filled my apartment with a haze and I watched as Jackson opened the window and let the place air out. Coming back over to me, he tilted my chin up again and gave me an even longer kiss.

“Holy shit man,” he said, pulling away, “That was so fucking awesome. So glad you let me do that. Was worried you were going to freak out when I got pretty intense.”

“Agreed,” I said, out of breath, feeling the cum squishing inside of my abused asshole. Looking down, I saw the puddle of cum from our fucking. I reached over, grabbed the buttplug from the side of the counter, and in a swift motion, shoved it up into my ass.

“So…” Jackson chuckled as he watched me, before grabbing a hand towel and wiping his cock off, “Hopefully pretty hot?”

“Yeah,” I replied breathlessly, still chilled slightly from the sudden coolness of the large plug in my hole. Catching the towel as he tossed it to me, wiping the cum from on my asscheeks and around the plug and slowly standing up, walked awkwardly over to the new washing machine and dropped it in.

 “Jesus, it's fucking weird walking with a plug in my ass,” I said aloud, walking back in and grabbing my clothes, now strewn across the floor, “When can we do this again? The dirty talk was fucking hot!”

“You know that was all role play, right? he asked, clearly worried as I walked back over to him and grabbed the two spent cigar butts and threw them in the sink, “I really am undetectable.”

“No worries,” I said, pulling him up to me and giving him a hug, ”It was damn hot. I don't think you'd lie about something like that. You even answered a few questions I had for myself that I didn’t even know I was asking.”

“Oh?” he replied with a grin, as he broke away and started getting dressed.

“Yeah, I think I have even more ideas of what I want now sexually or at least things to try…” I continued, smiling.

“Cool man. Glad I could help. And I’m always down for a hot fuck like that,” he said, finishing up getting dressed and pulling his shoes on.

“Same!” I agreed, looking down at his cock, “Especially if you bring that monster with you.”

Looking over at the clock on the stove I noticed the time. 9:15pm.

I made a mental calculation as I watched Jackson put his shoes on. My ass wanted more cum, and I wanted to really try out some of the things Kyle mentioned in his messages. I could eat, get dressed, go down to the bookstore and get to the glory hole. Should take me about 30 mins.

I grinned to myself and pulled my pants and shirt back on, leaving the boxers on the floor.

Jackson got up and I walked him to my door, giving him a kiss goodbye as he walked out. I turned around and started getting ready.

With a grin, I looked down at my now re-hardening cock and thought to myself… time to get my ass and mouth filled.

[masctravelingpup]

holy holy holy fuck.  this story is sooooo hot.  i only got part way through the foreplay anticipation and shot twice.   thank you!  thank you!  i love cigars and poppers so cant think of a hotter idea.  woof

 

[pozpopperpig]

Another incredibly HOT installment!  Thank you!

[Giveit2meraw]

1 hour ago, masctravelingpup said:

holy holy holy fuck.  this story is sooooo hot.  i only got part way through the foreplay anticipation and shot twice.   thank you!  thank you!  i love cigars and poppers so cant think of a hotter idea.  woof

 

 

[Giveit2meraw]

7 hours ago, kspozcum said:

Thanks for all the positive comments! I always look forward to reading them and as always, look forward to any feedback.

As promised, here is this week's update. I think I should be good with going on a weekly posting schedule. I'll post though if anything gets delayed.

Enjoy.

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PART 7: Trying Something New

I grabbed at my dick through my pants when I watched as the hot older hunk in front of me suddenly stripped, taking first the shirt and then the pants off. Apparently, no underwear on underneath. Jackson stuck the thick black cigar, one of the Asylums, into his jaw, and walked over to the door of my apartment. Taking a quick peek outside, he pulled the sign down and closed the door, locking it and drawing the extra security lock.

“Making sure we don't get any interruptions,” he said, walking back to me as he slowly undressed.

I licked my lips as he came over to me, grabbing my face tenderly and ran his thumb along the side of my face. Running his hand to the back of my head, he pulled the now wet cigar out of his mouth and gently pulled my head back and began to kiss me. His beard rubbed against my face as he slowly coaxed my mouth open with his tongue, allowing me to taste him.

I savored his smokey breath and began to let my hands wander on his body, my logical mind getting pushed away as lust took over. I ran my hand down to his cock, enjoying the heavy girth and length to it, knowing it would soon be shoved up my ass, stretching it and making room for his thick cum as we both smoked and fucked.

Jackson suddenly stepped away, and I moaned in disappointment.

“No pig boy,” he said, his voice taking on a deeper tone, “You know the drill. You gotta make Daddy happy if you want his meat in your hole.”

“What do you want me to do to make you happy, Daddy?” I asked, playing along, half-jokingly, and half wanting to see where things would go now that I was sober with this hot muscled hunk.

“First off, piggy, you know Daddy needs to see his boy naked. I want you to take your clothes off for Daddy, and show him what you want him to claim.”

With that, I slowly started undressing, watching as he turned his attention to the cigars and started prepping them. Pulling off my underwear, I turned around and slowly bent over, showing him my hole, now mostly recovered from the night before.

“Hmm… looks like Piggy Boy has been letting others shove their dick’s in Daddy’s meat hole,” he said, bringing the first cigar to his mouth. Slowly, he lit it, bringing the cigar to flame before drawing deep. A bright cherry glowed at the end and Jackson let out a huge nose jet, which made my cock jerk. “Who did you let play in your ass, boy? Give me all the dirty details.”

“I needed it so bad… Daddy,” I began, telling him the truth, “I was watching bareback porn next door, and I found a hot uncut Latino guy who let me suck on him for a while. Then he sucked my dick for a while before he came into my booth and asked to fuck my hole.”

“That’s a good boy,” he said, his eyes hooded over and he slowly stroked himself at my retelling, “Did you let him cum deep in your little slop hole like you did Daddy? No questions, no condoms?”

“Yes Daddy,” I replied and nodded, watching as he took another deep inhale on the cigar before opening the bottle of poppers, “I let him deep in me. He had poppers and made me feel so horny. I wanted to feel an uncut piece of meat dump a load in my ass like you did. But I told him he had to let me fuck him too.”

“Did you ask for a condom, boy?” he asked, handing the open poppers bottle to me and watching as I took several deep hits before setting them back down.

“Yes Daddy,” I replied, slightly wobbling as the poppers took effect, spreading their warmth through my body, “But he didn’t have any. It was the only way I could shoot my load.”

“Fucking nice Pig,” he said, and with that handed the unlit thick black cigar to me, which I immediately grabbed, “So fucking glad we got you turned into a smoker. That makes me so happy. Daddy wants to see you get that big fucking gar lit up, and take all the thick smoke deep in your pink lungs. You gonna smoke it all?”

“Fuck yeah, dad,” I said, the cigar already in my mouth and waiting to be lit.

With that, I watched as Jackson flicked on my new lighter and held it under the end of my cigar. I puffed away greedily at the end, bring the cherry to life and after he shut off the flame, took a deep inhale.

Immediately, my lungs burned, happy to finally be getting fed after such a long wait. I held the smoke in and after a few seconds slowly let it back out, the smoke flowing out of my mouth in a thick cloud.

I let out a tiny cough, my lungs itching to cough more. Taking the bottle of poppers, I took several massively deep hits and as the room started to spin, I put them down. I then proceeded to copy the moves of the two previous smokers I watched that day and hauling deep on the cigar again, let a massive nose jet of smoke out. My semi-virgin lungs no longer hurt, having given into the assault of the brutal fucking they were getting with the poppers and smoke mixing together.

Jackson let out a growl of satisfaction as he grabbed his cigar and got it lit. 

“Nose jet that smoke, you fucking little popper slut. Show me how much you love fucking up those lungs,” Jackson replied, smoke pouring out of his mouth as he grabbed his cock and shook it. A small drop of precum flew off and landed on the floor, “Now… Lick that up piggy… show Daddy how much you love the taste of him!”

Immediately I got on all fours, cigar in one hand, and began licking up the spot. The poppers were clouding my mind and making me lose control. And I didn’t want to stop. I sat up, crouching on my legs as he walked up to me.

“Smoke that cigar, bitch,” he said, as he slowly stroked himself, “I wanna see you become a full-fledged smoker. Inhale deep for me. And then tell me more about how you whored around in the bookstore.”

I nodded and began to take more inhales, savoring the returning burning sensation in my throat from the harsh smoke and enjoying the buzz the cigar was giving me. My balls and cock felt heavy and my lungs burned some with the smoke. I let out another cough. Jackson handed the poppers to me again, and after a few hits, the burning went away, replaced with the warm horniness all over my body.

“Shit boy,” he said, pulling me up and removing the cigar from my mouth, “I love watching you fuck those perfect lungs, gonna get you addicted quickly at this rate. Makes my balls ache thinking about you becoming a little smoking Piggy. I gotta get in that sweet hole of yours soon. Tell me what else you did.”

“The Latino guy came deep inside my ass and I switched spots with him. He said he had probably six or seven loads up his ass already and my cock went into his ass easy,” I said, leaning back and stroking my cock slowly, slowly puffing away on the cigar in my mouth as I recounted the tale to Jackson. “But right after I shoved my cock up his ass, someone else came into the room. The other guy came in and shove his bare cock up my ass too.”

“Damn, fucking hot!” Jackson exclaimed, fisting his huge pierced meat as I told him the story, “Did you take it like a good piggy, no questions asked?”

“I did just like you taught me, Daddy,” I said, giving a show with another nose jet of this cigar smoke, “The second he lit up a cigar, I let him fill me up with his smoker cum. I also shared his cigar so I could shoot my load up the other guy's ass.”

“Fuck yeah, boy!” Jackson said, grabbing both of my hips and turning me around, “Turning into a natural bareback smoke-fucker, aren’t you, you fucking slut! Boys like you are nothing but cum receptacles to be molded and used, huh?”

Poppers still clouding my mind, all I could do was nod and start to turn around and bend over, offering up my hole to him.

“Not quite yet… remember last time boy?” he said, grabbing my chin to make me look at him.

“Yeah?” I asked, confused. I obviously wanted his cock up my hole, and he wanted to fuck me.

He pointed to his tattoo. And I remembered.

“You’re still undetectable, right?” I asked, remembering his poz status.

“I am, baby,… but, well, here’s the thing…” he said, his face taking a somewhat serious look.

“What is it?” I asked, curious as well as horny. I slowly ground my ass against his throbbing uncut cock. However, he surprised me by pulling away slightly.

“I like some really twisted shit sometimes, and if I’m reading you right, I think you might be really into it,” he said, slowly rubbing my side.

“Ok…” I said, not sure where he was going with this train of thought.

“Well, I was wondering if we could do some role play,“ he said, rubbing his cock up and down my hole, making me moan.

“OK…” I said again, nearly willing to do anything to get the monster up my ass again.

“I could go for really dark and dirty sex, but only if you’re okay with it. You want to stop, we can. Just say the word and its over. Just don’t want to scare you off or get the wrong impression,” he explained, slowly reaching around and twisting my nipples. 

“Yeah…. ok. Like, do I need a safe word or something?” I asked, my mind starting to clear a little from the poppers, as I puffed on the cigar some more.

“No, we don’t need anything like that. It’s just…. not exactly a normal kind of vanilla kink. Just, go along with it let me know if you want to stop, okay?” he said, a concerned, and almost worried look on his face. 

“Well, sure,” I said, grabbing the poppers and getting myself high on them again, “You really haven’t steered me wrong yet… And hell, you could have really taken advantage of me that first night instead of being honest with me. I trust you. That and, well I know where you work.”

“That’s true, and I know where you live slut, so we have mutual destruction,” he said, grabbing the bottle from me and huffing them, “I’m ready when you are. Piggy?”

With nod, we went back to the fun, as I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and starting hauling on it, alternating between nose jets and exhales. I felt Jackson spit on my hole and shoved two fingers roughly up my ass, making me moan in appreciate at my hole finally getting filled. 

“You enjoyed taking those raw loads up your tight boy cunt, didn’t you fucker? Probably went running next door as soon as you could to that nasty bookstore to get them…” he asked, playing with his tits with his free hand as he hauled on his cigar. The roughness of his fingers sliding up my hole made me wince in pain as they slid in, making my cock jump and me inhale deeper on the steadily shrinking stick in my mouth.

I nodded and felt Jackson roughly jab his fingers deeper in me. 

“I want to hear you say it, boy,” he said, his face close to mine. I felt him take a deep draw on the cigar, the heat close to my face.

I watched as a cloud of smoke surrounded my head and I spoke softly.

“Yes Daddy,” I started, and let out a moan as he went deeper, his nails somewhat hurting on the way in before I added louder, “I got the loads from the men at the bookstore. I loved feeling them shoot their loads inside me. I wanted to feel their loads drip out after they were done using me.”

“You made Daddy very mad when you got upset about when he creamed in your neg hole with his load. And now he’s hearing about you taking it raw from any fucker with a cock at the bookstore? Piggy needs some punishment,” he said, adding more spit, and now the third finger before spanking my ass hard.

“I needed their cum, Daddy,” I said, thinking I was now getting the idea. He probably liked the idea of me whoring myself out to other guys like Kyle and Mateo. I could get into that. “I went ahead and backed my ass to the hole because I knew they would shove their cocks deep inside me and spray their loads deep in my hole.” 

I took several deep inhales on my cigar as he finger-fucked me, adding more spit as he stretched me out, getting ready for his monster cock.

Then I took more hits of the poppers, which relaxed my hole even more. Satisfied I was stretched, he pulled his fingers out and we smoked for a moment. 

“Did you love taking stranger cum up your ass?” he asked, stroking his cock, lining it up with my hole.

“Yes,” I said.

The short answer immediately illicit another hard smack on the ass, this one slightly throbbing. It shocked me for a second, but I decided to roll with it, seeing where it went.

“Little fucking shit, you will address me as Daddy or Sir. I own you bitch. Now, tell me what turned you on the most about it?” his voice menacingly deep and growling, making me just a little more scared.

“Feeling another part of someone deep in my ass, Sir,” I answered truthfully, pushing my ass out, waiting for him to shove his dick in me, “Feeling how much they enjoyed my hole with their thick loads being deep inside of me all night and then watching them drip out the next day. Making my hole feel so slimy and used. It made me do nasty things after.”

“Nasty how, bitch,” Jackson said, slowly rubbing the sore asscheek when I finally flinched as he went to spank me, “Tell me what you did piggy.”

“I ate their cum out of my ass and jacked off. I loved tasting what they put in my ass, Sir.”

“Fucking nice,” he said, rubbing his cock head, now dripping with precut along my crack, “That’s what a good cum hole like yours is meant for. To let a top’s swimmers stay nice and warm until they’re ready to be tasted or fed to another pig. Or to use for lube for the next bare cock. Even trapped inside with a nice plug to marinate until they all get absorbed and impregnate a bitch like I’m gonna have you do tonight.”

“Fuck yes Daddy,” I said, suddenly feeling even hornier at the different ideas that I was being given for the uses of my hole.

“You’re gonna let Daddy and all the men he tells you to let in use that sweet boy hole from now on, and never ever ask for a condom, aren’t you?” he asked, crooking his fingers up and began milking my prostate. When I didn’t reply, he stabbed harder on it. 

“I never once heard you say that you asked about status when you took those loads at the bookstore,” he said, his voice raising more, “Did you piggy boy? Did you fucking ask if you were getting your pussy posed up?”

I shook my head no, and Jackson suddenly pulled his fingers out of my ass. I was about to moan at the loss when Jackson slammed his hand down on my bare ass cheek.

“YOU FUCKING SHIT! IF YOU EVER,” he yelled, slapping my ass hard in-between some of the words for added punctuation as he continued, ”COMPLAIN ABOUT MY POZ DICK AGAIN, THEN THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY WITH YOUR ASS.”

I screamed out loud at the sudden assault on my ass, my heart racing as I was shocked at the sudden change in attitude. However, my dick got even harder. I sat there as silence filled the room and suddenly felt Jackson feel my hard dick.

“Very good boy,” Jackson whispered into my ear, softly rubbing my ass before he shoved his cock deep in my ass.

“I’m gonna fucking infect your cunt whether you want it or not, bitch. Gonna wreck your ass until you give me your last useless neg load, you fucking cocktease,” he said, laughing cruelty as he grabbed the back of my head and spit in my face.

Then, it clicked.

Jackson got off to the idea of pozzing a guy by abusing and raping him. If I hadn’t met him before, I’d have been scared shitless, as not only was he actually being rather rough, but also really quite convincing. But knowing him, knowing that I could say stop at any time, I felt strangely safe. He seemed to me like the type of person that would honor his word and didn't seem to be letting the abuse go too far or get too painful. And with the state of my cock, apparently, I enjoyed the idea of getting raped and pozzed too.

“You gonna let Daddy fill you up with his toxic cum from now on boy?” he said, immediately slamming deep in my hole. I wasn't prepared to have him up to the hilt in my ass and nearly dropped the cigar. Regaining my composure, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and inhaled.

“Answer me bitch! ” Jackson demanded, pulling my hair slightly hard and making me arch back.

“Yes daddy!” I pleaded around my cigar, puffing away he started slamming away at my hole, “I’ll be a good boy and take all your toxic cum.”

“Love corrupting stupid neg sluts like you, bitch,” he said, slamming my hole harder. Then 
I felt the first round of cum from Jackson’s bull balls shoot deep inside my ass.

In my drunken stupor weeks before, I hadn’t been able to tell that I was getting loaded, but this time, I could feel and appreciate the difference. My ass felt slicker, I could feel his cock twitching. Jackson hugged me closer to him, growling as sweat started dripping from our naked bodies onto the ground. I felt him pull the cigar from his mouth for a moment, kissing the back of my neck briefly, before putting it back in and hauling on it. He then twisted my nipples hard. I moaned and continued to smoke my cigar.

“You feel that don't you slut?” he asked, not pausing at all on his assault on my ass. “What’s daddy doing? What’s he giving his boy?”

“You’re cumming deep in my ass, Sir,” I replied, barely able to focus due to the hard reaming my ass was getting, the slickness adding a nice feeling to the large cock inside me.

“No shit, you useless fuck,” he growled, grabbing my hair again, making me arch back again. 

This time he wrapped his hand around my neck and got close to my ear and in an even deeper growl asked “What kind of cum is it?”

“Poz cum, daddy,” I only partially pretended to strangled out, playing along with the act since Jackson wasn't actually using enough pressure to chock me. ‘You’re shooting in my ass and filling me up with your toxic seed.’

’Smart fucking piggy.’ he replied, slamming my ass even harder and after a quick adjustment of the cigar in his mouth, he began to jack my cock, “and whats that going to do to your hole?”

“Knock it up daddy,” I said, enjoying the wrongness of this verbal foreplay, “Please poz my hole. I want to get my ass knocked up and pozzed by your load, daddy.”

“That’s right boy,” he said, adding another grunt as he came a second time in my ass, “I’m gonna poz this cumdump up. Make it nothing but a toxic cum dump for men to use whenever they want. And if my load doesn't take, I’m gonna pass you around to all my buddies at the bar. Tie your ass down while they rape your ass. I’ll even be nice and get your beautiful ass high on poppers and fuck your pink lungs with thick black cigars until their heavy and black and filled with tar.”

I let out a moan, my hole starting to tighten as my balls drew up, ready to spew my load.

“Knew the moment I saw you, a hot boy like you would be giving up his hole to men whenever they want it. That’s why fuckers like me are at the bars and gloryholes,” Jackson growled out, his slams in my ass quickly becoming irregular, “Waiting until young cum dumps like you are either too drunk to care, or don't see us as we knock you up and give you our gift. And neg boys like you are always willing to take it.”

“…please daddy. Give me the gift!” I cried out in ecstasy, my brain in a haze of cum lust, smoke pouring out of me.

“This scorpion already stung you twice tonight. Going to be giving you another deadly sting,” he continued, as I felt his cock swell even larger in my ass as he blew his cigar smoke around the back of my head, “Gonna flood your hole and fill you full of my bugged up smoker jizz.”

With that, Jackson slammed harder as his thrusts started getting even more irregular, his angle changing as he started hitting my prostate.

I couldn't take anymore, and taking one large inhale on my cigar, I felt my balls churn as my orgasm crashed over me, making my hole clamp down hard on Jackson’s bare cock and milk him as he shot wad after wad of cum up my hole. 

“Fuck yeah bitch, milking out your last neg load out of that useless prick of yours and knocking your ass up,” he panted, his voice strained as he shot over and over, “Gonna make you my poz smoke slut! Fuck yes! Charging up that neg hole boy. Take this fucking bug. Gonna trap my toxic swimmers inside to let them grow.”

I kept inhaling as deep as I could on my cigar, enjoying the buzz it was giving me as I continued to spray my cum all over myself, feeling as Jackson's cock continued to jerk deep inside me.

We sat there for a few minutes as we came down off of our adrenaline highs and our orgasms subsided. Eventually, I felt Jackson soften and with a soft plop, his cock came out of my ass. I felt some of his cum drip out of my ass we both stood up.

“Fuck!” Jackson said softly, reaching down and turning my chin up, kissing me deeply. Standing up tall with a loud pop from his knees, he released my face and stretched his back, more pops easy heard in the silence of the apartment.

Cigar smoke filled my apartment with a haze and I watched as Jackson opened the window and let the place air out. Coming back over to me, he tilted my chin up again and gave me an even longer kiss.

“Holy shit man,” he said, pulling away, “That was so fucking awesome. So glad you let me do that. Was worried you were going to freak out when I got pretty intense.”

“Agreed,” I said, out of breath, feeling the cum squishing inside of my abused asshole. Looking down, I saw the puddle of cum from our fucking. I reached over, grabbed the buttplug from the side of the counter, and in a swift motion, shoved it up into my ass.

“So…” Jackson chuckled as he watched me, before grabbing a hand towel and wiping his cock off, “Hopefully pretty hot?”

“Yeah,” I replied breathlessly, still chilled slightly from the sudden coolness of the large plug in my hole. Catching the towel as he tossed it to me, wiping the cum from on my asscheeks and around the plug and slowly standing up, walked awkwardly over to the new washing machine and dropped it in.

 “Jesus, it's fucking weird walking with a plug in my ass,” I said aloud, walking back in and grabbing my clothes, now strewn across the floor, “When can we do this again? The dirty talk was fucking hot!”

“You know that was all role play, right? he asked, clearly worried as I walked back over to him and grabbed the two spent cigar butts and threw them in the sink, “I really am undetectable.”

“No worries,” I said, pulling him up to me and giving him a hug, ”It was damn hot. I don't think you'd lie about something like that. You even answered a few questions I had for myself that I didn’t even know I was asking.”

“Oh?” he replied with a grin, as he broke away and started getting dressed.

“Yeah, I think I have even more ideas of what I want now sexually or at least things to try…” I continued, smiling.

“Cool man. Glad I could help. And I’m always down for a hot fuck like that,” he said, finishing up getting dressed and pulling his shoes on.

“Same!” I agreed, looking down at his cock, “Especially if you bring that monster with you.”

Looking over at the clock on the stove I noticed the time. 9:15pm.

I made a mental calculation as I watched Jackson put his shoes on. My ass wanted more cum, and I wanted to really try out some of the things Kyle mentioned in his messages. I could eat, get dressed, go down to the bookstore and get to the glory hole. Should take me about 30 mins.

I grinned to myself and pulled my pants and shirt back on, leaving the boxers on the floor.

Jackson got up and I walked him to my door, giving him a kiss goodbye as he walked out. I turned around and started getting ready.

With a grin, I looked down at my now re-hardening cock and thought to myself… time to get my ass and mouth filled.

Oh Wow!  Such a totally awesome story and came twice too by just ready this chapter.  Keep up the great work and can't wait for the next adventure...will it end on a POSITIVE note?

[Corkbb4poz]

Another fantastic chapter Thanks. 

[ejaculaTe]

This is amazingly twisted. I simply love the theme of the doctor playing against the raw, poz bareback sex. Whew....