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Travis pulled his dick out from my ass with slow intention.  I felt empty as his thick mushroom head gradually retreated from my tender fuck chute.  Once all the way out, he held me tight, sweaty body to sweaty body, my cummy, used bubble butt against his cummy, softening cock.

“You know, unlike a woman, a guy can only get pregnant once.  A woman can get knocked up with many men’s babies.  But a man…  A man can only really get knocked up once.   I want you to carry my baby.  I want to be the one who fertilizes you, who gives you a legacy, makes you what you’re supposed to be.  Brad can’t do that for you, but I can.”  His tone had taken a gentler turn than it’d been just moments before.  

We hadn’t yet acknowledged the bug outside of our two sexual encounters.  I was still processing it:  both turned on and terrified.  

“I don’t know if… It’s just that, I love Brad.  I didn’t mean for this – us – to happen.  And it can’t.  I can’t…. I can’t cheat on him anymore.  I can’t get HIV.  I just… this isn’t who I am.”

Travis kissed my neck.  “It’s who you are meant to be, baby.  Think of all the times we talked about raw fucking, how turned on you are by it, how much you crave it.  I’m giving you the key to unlock your potential.  Freedom to fuck whoever the fuck you want, whenever you want it.  And to be mine.  I’ve finally planted my flag in you, I’ve claimed you.  Don’t turn back now.”

I sat up and turned, putting my feet on the ground.   I inhaled deeply, exhaled, and said “I gotta shower.”

When I emerged from the steamy bathroom, Travis was gone.

 


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Hours later, the dryer buzzed:  our sheets were finally clean.  I remade the bed.

My phone vibrated:  Brad texted that the client was in meltdown mode, and that he’d have to be away for at least another four days.   I missed him and felt bad I’d hurt him, even if he didn’t know anything yet.

I looked up the clinic’s address and grabbed my car keys off of the counter.   I was going to make everything all right.

My phone vibrated again, only this time it was Travis.  “So are you mine or not?”

All my alarms were frantically ringing in my mind.  No, of course I’m not, I thought.  I’m Brad’s husband.  And time is ticking to get treatment from this mistaken tryst, to think of how I’m going to tell Brad about all of this, and to make things right in my marriage.

Travis followed up with a photo of his dick that I’d never seen before.  In it, he wore a thick, tight cock.  His engorged member curved up his slender stomach, veins protruding all along the way, concluding in its perfect mushroom head, which was wet with precum.   I could almost taste it through my phone.  I was again fixated on Travis’s fuck weapon, and I needed it:  it had a power over me.

“I need to be serviced.  So what’s it gonna be: are you mine or not?”  He followed up.

I clenched my keys in my fist in mental anguish.  That goddam dick.   “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” I said to myself again as I typed “I’m yours.”

He sent me his address.

 

Claimed

I pulled into the vinyl-clad apartment complex and continued to doubt my actions. My primal desire for this man’s dick kept me on track toward this unkempt place.

I knocked on Travis’s unit.  He answered in a wife beater and jeans and ushered me inside.

“Take your clothes off.”  He said.

I complied, exposing my muscular frame and tan lines to him once again.  I looked down at my sculpted body and my semi-hard dick and I thought about my husband’s Adonis-like build.  I then looked at Travis: a skeleton in comparison, pale, tall, lanky.  He certainly had an unrefined cuteness about him, but the physical contrasts between him and me or Brad were sharp.

As I stood there naked in his living room, he bolted several locks on the front door.

“Bedroom’s back there.  Imma grab a beer.  I want you ass up, face down on the bed.”

My stomach fluttered with nerves as I walked down a short hallway into a messy bedroom.   The bed was not made, and the sheets looked old.  I climbed onto the bed, knees spread wide, ass up, head down on a formless pillow.   

He entered the room moments later and grabbed my right wrist.  He affixed a rope around it and proceeded to tie it to a corner of the bed.

“I don’t think I want to . . . “  I began to turn to tell him that I wasn’t into being tied up.  He backhanded me, and I must’ve blacked out in surprise.

When I awoke, ropes constrained my hands and feet, and I was spread wide like a star fish on the bed.  

I felt the familiar sharp pain of dick entering my ass, and a hand between my shoulder blades as leverage.  I let out a moan of pain.

“Hey boy, welcome back.  I’m sorry I hit you.  Now don’t question me in that tone again, ok?  I don’t want to have to mess up that pretty face of yours.” Travis said from behind as his dick pierced into me.  

“Can you untie me?  I’m not into….”  He pushed his dick hard into me, maneuvering his mushroom head a few inches inside me in one thrust, and slapped my ass.

“Listen.  You’re tied up for your own good.  I know you’ve got doubts.   I know you’re inclined to run.  But I also know your destiny.   I knew it from the moment I saw you.  Do you want to be mine or not?”

I was clear this was rape-like and his language was mentally abusive, but I was also clear that he was right:   All of my sexual fantasies had led to this, to him.

He pulled out a bit and then slammed back into me, getting closer to my prostrate. 

“Oh fuck, that hurts – can you slow down?”  I said of the entry.  

“It’s got to hurt some, bitch.” He said I felt his balls brush against my ass.  “Your cunt needs to get a little beaten up as sacrifice to the hurt your causing Brad.   You’re becoming mine as we speak.  My cells are dividing in you, growing, spreading, taking over.   And tonight, I’m going to ruin you so that I can remake you.”

My fat dick grew from the friction against the sheets of the fuck from behind. 

I felt his balls slapping against my inner thighs   I felt my ass tearing in a way I’d never felt before.  His monster cock was wrecking me.  

“You want to be Poz like me?”  He asked with a shortness of breath.

I hadn’t really confronted it directly -- to myself or him – yet in such terms.  But I knew the answer now, like I’d heard in so many porns and read in so may stories.  “Yeah, I want it.  I want to be yours.  I want to carry your seed, your virus.  Knock me up.  Make me like you.  Give it to me.  Make me pregnant with your baby.”

I wanted to touch Travis, to touch myself, to turn over and see what this sweaty man assaulting me looked like in this moment of passion.  But I was locked into place, my ankles and wrists tied to the four corners of the bed.  All I could do was turn my head and glance at Travis with side eye. 

My dick was leaking precum on the dirty sheets.  With each thrust Travis made into me, my cock humped the bed beneath, skin flexing against the mattress.

With his dick balls deep in my ass, Travis moved his hips from side to side to side, front to back, up and down, slowly, now, opening my ass, getting my ass ready to be the cum receptacle it was meant to be.  He was dripping sweat onto me.  His eyes were closed.  He was savoring being deep in my hole and just ruining it with each movement he made.  Side to side.   Back and forth.  In and out.  

“Fuck yeah, baby. You are mine.  You’re nothing but a cheating, Poz fuck toy now.  My cheating poz fuck toy.  Your ass is going to get used and abused so much by so many men after me.  You want another dirty load to seal this deal?”

“Yeah, give it to me.  Poz me.  Breed me.  Remake me."  I said

He pulled out and resumed his final fuck pace:  he was ready to blow a wad of jizz in my wrecked hole, and crescendo-ed into an intense assault of my chute.

I was in ecstasy feeling totally at the control and mercy of my big dicked god.  

My cock began spurting cum on the sheets.   “Fuuccckkk”  I screamed, unable to control the flow of semen from my cock.

Travis’s eyes rolled back as cum bullets shot deep into my gut, penetrating my DNA inextricably.  Volley after volley of Travis’s toxic jiz filled and marked me.   He screamed and I moaned in a symphony of passion.

After relishing in our orgasms for what felt like an hour, Travis collapsed onto me.  Sweaty bodies against one another, he whispered in my ear, “you’re mine.”

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Was hoping for the almost 'romantic' quality of the story, and was a bit jarring when the kid gets knocked out and tied up. Love for a top to talk a bottom through the conversion experience, it shouldn't have to be forced. The said, still an AMAZING hot chapter and hope to see more 

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I think some guys just;  need to, breed and seed, another guy. I think in a way, it was a romantic chapter,  Travis knows he is going to be happier breeding and seeding other guys. He was interested in cheating on his  lover, mate. 

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