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Part 8; 

'Bet you have been wondering where your boy has been the past two days, eh'
'Er, yeah'

'I took him home, and have been fisting his sloppy cunt ever since. Only taking breaks to eat and sleep. I say sloppy cunt, he is now the proud owner of a full on prolapse'

'Where is he?' I quizzed, now really eager to see him. Doctor Richard gave me an evil smirk ...

'What do you think this wheelchair is for, huh. Time for a re-visit to the examination suite from a few days ago'

I got in the wheelchair, and off we set. After several minutes we were outside the door. Doctor Richard unlocked the door, and in I was wheeled, into what was basically now a home-made dungeon set in an examination suite at a hospital. The door was quickly closed and now locked from the inside. 

The main light was off, but a number of dim lit RED lamps were dotted around the room, with dark Satanic music playing. And there was my prince, on all 4's on a vinyl play sheet on the floor, wearing a urinal mask with perspex goggles. I got up and knelt in front of him ...

'Are you ok, son?'

He nodded. I was so happy to see him. We instinctively held a hand of each other, and squeezed. Doctor Richard knelt down and opened the port to a new cannula he had inserted apparently before he came to get me. And in went the liquid ...

'Same as a few days ago boy, to help you completely relax'.

He went around to the back of my boy, stripped naked, to reveal a Leather Harness with red piping, which perfectly complimented his huge hairy pecs, and a bulging veiny erect Dick pointing to the ceiling (just like Stan's pointed straight up). He put a condom over his beautiful thick shaft, and over his balls, clipping it over his cock-ring so it was really tight.

From a big gym bag he now took out a Leather executioners hood, and German Army Boots, and put both items on. Then on went the latex gloves.

'Come and look at your boy's sexy brand new glistening prolapse'.

I went behind, and sure enough, my son's cunt was completely inside out, and hanging. Doctor Richard looked at me and screwed his face up ...

'Your son is a nasty fucking cheap fuck-pig'

And like a Duck to water he lubed up his hands, and up past his elbow, and started the task of pushing the prolapse back in. Once it popped back in he in a very short time was up inside my son's cunt right up just past his elbow. He groaned with pleasure through the urinal mask, and I continued to just kneel there watching in wonder. Uncle Dick was now punch fisting without even removing his forearm, then bam ... Out came his arm, and my son's HUGE prolapse re-appeared! 

I continued to watch as he sniffed, licked, stroked, tugged, and fingered at this amazing inside out cunt. He grabbed hold of it with both hands, and slid in his rubbered up Alpha weapon. He looked up at me, and began fucking, all the while holding onto it ...

'I have to wear a rubber, cause your nasty cum dump of a son is highly toxic and extremely infectious, and he is about to get much more than he has already got'

He took his gaze away from me, and focused looking down on my son's massive prolapse. I still could not believe how big it was. Uncle Dick was now pumping hard and fast, contorting his face with demonic lust while spouting things like; 'You nasty poz pig', and 'You are gonna get much more tonight, cunt'

Gripping firmly onto the prolapse, he soon was throwing his head back, and then he started grunting. Yep, my Doctor was now cumming inside my son, albeit with a rubber on. He withdrew his Dick, and still hard he stood up, and walked over to what was two black sheets covering two men. The tip of the condom dangled from his shaft, with a wonderful looking amount of cum.

Their feet were poking out from underneath the sheets, and you could tell they were both sitting in wheelchairs. How had I not noticed!? Uncle Dick took away the sheets, to reveal two very skinny, completely naked except both Men donned Gas Masks.

Both had hospital wrist bands, so obviously patients, and one was yellow ... Yes, the return of Stan!

'Both get up and stand in front of the poz pig in training will you!'

They did as instructed. Both emaciated, with Stan's thick death-tool standing completely upright, rock solid, and ready! My Doctor, or Uncle Dick as he is now known, knelt behind my son again, took the rubber off of his Dick that was STILL fully hard, and emptied his neg cum onto the hanging prolapse, rubbing and massaging it in, on and inside.

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Part 9;

I couldn't kneel anymore, so went and sat in my wheelchair. Uncle Dick stood up, and stood by Stan, and addressed my beautiful son ...

'This is Stan, and he has Hep C. Are you happy to have any of Stan's bodily fluids enter your body, such as cum or blood? Pig, please give us your answer'

My sweet little Prince nodded, groaned through the urinal mask, and wiggled his ass.

Uncle Dick rolled up his used rubber, then rolled it over Stan's thick veiny throbbing Death-Meat, then pulled it tightly over the Dick tip, until the spikes from Stan's PA pierced through the latex. 

He then opened up Stan's cannula port, and drew some blood. Knelt down by my son, opened his cannula port, and in went Stan's potent virulent DNA. There was a fridge in the examination suite, and Uncle Dick took out 5 Beers. 1 for me, 1 for Stan, 1 for himself, and 2 for the mystery chap stood above my son's mask covered head.

The two of them went to my son's prolapse, and they both played with it; rubbing it, licking it, sniffing it, fingering it, smacking it, spitting on it. It was then pushed back inside where both Stan (with bare hands/arm) and Uncle Dick (gloved up) took turns in Fisting him, causing him to groan through his mask. 

After about 30 Minutes, the mystery Man started pissing. My son, the prolapsed urinal pig! 

I had been holding my bladder for ages, and the sight of this guy pissing meant I just couldn't hold it any longer, so, I joined him. Drinking the piss of his Dad and a stranger, and at the same time Fisted by the Doctor, and Stan.

Stan positioned and pressed the tip of his nasty slab of toxic Death-Meat against my son's sweet young cunt. I could see Uncle Dick was pulling really tightly on the pierced condom, and then, Stan was inside. And he immediately started fucking with violent aggression, snarling through the sounds of the satanic music and my son's gulping in his enclosed mask.

Uncle Dick stood back, and just watched Stan fucking, and myself and the unknown Man intermittently piss, as he wanked off. After several minutes he stood by my son's head ....

'Stan, stop fucking the boy, and come here a minute'

He came over, and we could all see that the condom's tip had completely broken, and started to inch itself towards the base of his Beautiful toxic Death-Meat. 

Uncle Dick slid a finger from each hand between Stan's shaft and the condom, and pulled up with his fingers, stretched and pulled apart until it broke so much that it was completely useless and hanging in tatters! It looked super hot, a failed condom that would now not be offering any protection against Stan's dangerous toxic juices. Not that that really mattered now anyway. But it was hot as fuck to see.

And what a dark and depraved scene that lay before this examination suite right now; My son on all 4's wearing his urinal mask, with four Men stood in front of him. The Beefy Doctor in his Leather Harness & Leather executioners hood, German Army Boots, and Cock-Ring, with 3 skinny fully blown AIDS Men, in a darkened dim lit red room with Satanic music playing

The unknown Man sat back in his wheelchair, whilst Stan & I followed the Doctor back towards my son's cunt. He ordered Stan to press the tip of his toxic Death-Meat against his cunt, with the spikes from his PA sticking into his battered and swollen flesh. Uncle Dick began stroking over and over Stan's KS lesion, and looked up at me ...

'Isn't this nasty dangerous Fuck-weapon Beautiful? A Dark-force of death that ensures life will always carry on ... Stick it in him Stan, fuck this nasty whore. Fuck him real slow until I say so'.

I watched Stan fuck slowly, seeing his KS lesion repeatedly disappear and reappear, with my son's gaping cunt no longer even gripping the Dick that was fucking him. Sweet tight bubble ass-cheeks, yet a super loose fuck-hole. And Stan had a decent girth on him! Doctor Dick knelt in front of my son, removing his urinal mask.

'Is MY Fuck-toy enjoying himself'
'Yes Sir'

He repeatedly spat on and slapped my son's face ...

'You are a worthless fuck-whore, are't you boy'
'Yes Sir ... I am worth nothing ... And I am completely yours Sir'

He spat and slapped his face again ...

'Fucking nasty cunt' ... 'Come over here and hold your son's hands'

I knelt before him, held his hands, and looked into his face ...

'Are you OK son?'
'Oh VERY much so Daddy. I am so happy to be your loyal loving son, and a worthless fuck-whore at the same time'

I kissed him gently on his lips. I looked up, and Uncle Dick was removing Stan's Gas Mask! He looked right at me, with his glazed eyes, sunken gaunt yellow face, and gave me a look of pure evil hate. The look was for my son, being communicated via me.

'Right Stan, don't hold back, fuck him and breed the nasty fucking poz pig'

 

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1 minute ago, DaddysHand said:

☣️ Snarl, growl, and ☣️iNK for part 10, if you want it ... ☣️

Yes sir. Please !!

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Part 10;

Having just been given the Green light to flood my son's cunt with his devil seed, Stan suddenly switched up from slow fucking to piston hate fucking! Stan didn't avert his gaze from me, and continued his look of pure evil hate, but now his face was also contorting as he fell further into a deeper level of depravity to the point where my son was not even a human to him, just meat to tear apart, objectifying into the pits of hell my beautiful son with each hateful thrust.

He suddenly slammed in deep and stopped dead. Not moving a muscle. His face stopped contorting. His look of pure evil hate vanished, only to be replaced by a look of death. His face was completely expressionless. He didn't look like Stan anymore. In fact, he didn't even look Human. And his eyes went black. 

He then began very short bursts of power grunts, coming from the top of his throat, not his chest, happening about every 10 seconds, and this went on for a good 5 minutes! During this time my son looked into my eyes ...

'I feel like he shouldn't be inside me Daddy. A strange Dark feeling. Yet it feels like his Dick is filling up my entire body and soul. His Dick twitches each time he does one of those weird grunts. My soul wants this to go on for eternity that it feels so intense and magical'

Several seconds after Stan's last grunt, he went back to looking Human again, and like the Stan I had spent a few days with. He withdrew, got up, walked upto me, smiling, and said;

'Thanks mate. Your boy really is something Special'

... and sat back in his wheelchair. To the man that until now remained anonymous behind a Gas Mask and with no name, was summoned by Dr Dick to stand by my son's head ...

'Roger, come and stand at the head of the poz pig in training'

He told me to get out of the way.

'Now, boy, this is Roger. He has a difficult to treat strain of HIV. Will you let him fuck you?'

'Yes Sir'
'Are you sure?'
'Yes Sir. This is the life I have sought, chosen, and will follow this path religiously until the day I die'

'OK. Now, I want you to lie on your back on the examination couch for this one'

My son did as instructed, and put his legs in the stirrups. Dr Dick then took some blood from Roger via his cannula, and taped the syringe to my son's right pec. Then taped a sealed condom to his left pec. What a twisted sadistic fuck. 

Roger, Stan, and Dr Dick were ALL still rock hard. They had been the entire time. Apparently they all had Viagra earlier. Dr Dick made Roger place the tip of his Dick on my son's cunt. Not in, just on. However, as my boy was so incredibly loose now, the whole tip of Roger's Dick slipped in, but, he managed to hold it just so. My Dr looked at me ...

'You see this disgusting death weapon. This is the one that really is going to jump everything up several notches, and completely change the landscape. A very difficult one to treat this one. Go on Roger, do what you were born to do'.

Roger didn't fuck fast, but not slow either, yet a nice steady firm rhythm. Dr Dick wheeled me right behind Roger so I could see what he wanted me to see. An extremely emaciated AIDS ASS.

'Look at that. How sexy is that eh. And it is impaled deep inside your son's cunt, majorly adding to the ever growing carnage. When he starts cumming, I want you to touch here, and keep contact, not letting go. I want you to physically feel the exact moment that a major event changes everything'

He basically pointed to Roger's perineum. And it didn't take long. After just a few minutes, Roger slammed in deep, grunting really manically through his Gas Mask. I could already see his perineum twitching, and as instructed I touched it, and kept my touch, and could feel the in rhythm contractions as Roger ejaculated his extremely bio-hazardous death-juice.

Dr Dick un-taped the syringe from my son's right pec, and handed it to me. He said nothing. But, he spoke a million words with his eyes!

**********

So, my fellow BZ Men, what should I do with it? ☣️ ☣️

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