Bad to the Bone

[Charlie31167]

Great story. Hot as hell. More please

[ejaculaTe]

On 11/5/2018 at 5:35 PM, AZpighole said:

Too fucking hot, I was reading this in the lobby while getting new tires. I heard my name called and stood up, this 20- something kid smiled and chuckled as he noticed this huge wet spot on my crotch. 

You should have offered to give him a private reading.... 

[poundmyhole91]

    “I need...please...I need it so...pleeease….” Rick sobbed with need into his gag. He didn’t know how long he had been left this time, but it was surely over a week. RAMR had been teasing him since Cody had left. Taking him to the edge by hammering his prostate, then just completely stopping right at the brink.

    He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He thought he took all he could, but still the torture continued. Alexa must have been measuring his vital signs and physiological indicators to ensure that he was not going to cum accidentally. The edging was done with machine precision.

    He felt broken, all he could think about was how much he needed to get off. How nice it would be to have his hole needed to be stretched with fat dick and cum.

   But it didn’t matter how loud he was or what he said, no one came.

   Maybe they had truly forgotten him this time...

[poundmyhole91]

    Customers come to CompuTIM pleading for help:

- “FUCK! All my files are gone...”

- “It just won’t FUCKING turn on...”

- “I wanted to see what would happen if I poured a 2 liter of soda on the keyboard...”

    All these customers are potentially my victims (especially the last one) - completely at my mercy - and they have no fucking clue that the worst mistake they could make was walking into my shop. They just don’t realize all the personal data and goodies they leave lying around in their cookies and session files. 

    Today, a panic-stricken adonis walked into my store. Usually, I find that most attractive men hold themselves together pretty well, but when this guy handed me his laptop, he had a look of desperation in his eyes. As he walked up the counter, I looked at his frat boy shorts, his bubble butt and boat shoes. My favorite. Bingo.

    Suddenly the gates burst and he started rambling “I got this virus thing and then a bunch of shit started popping up and then all my files disappeared and now the computer won’t boot anymore and I’m totally fucked if my midterm paper is gone. The professor won’t give me more time, it’s due tomorrow. You gotta help me fix this bro. I’ll do anything.”

    Yes. Yes you will.

    “Take a deep breath and chill”, I said. “It may not be as bad as it seems. Here, drink some gatorade - What’s your name name man?”

    Like it matters.

    “Matt.”

    “Alright Matt, let's take a look.” Matt nervously cranes his head around and looks at what I’m doing. I let him. Why not? What’s he gonna see? I kick off my special diagnostic suite (which works remarkably well, even if it does have my tiny malware add-on).

    Matt starts to see things happen on his computer he’s never seen. Different diagnostic programs and tools cycling through checks - all flashing status and warning messages.

    “Dude - uh - how much is it gonna cost?”

    A fuck load more than anything listed on our pricing boards… “It depends on how bad it is. If it’s just limited to something in the OS, or if something down in the hardware has been impacted.” He’s staring intently at the messages, and it’s obvious from his glazed expression - he doesn’t have a fucking clue what’s going on.

    While he stares vacantly at the screen, I take the time to check him out as I take a large drag on my T-Vape pen. I follow his broad shoulders down to his stomach that hinted of abs to where his shirt ended, just above his waistline. A clear V beckoned towards a massive bulge. It was truly impressive in size given that he was probably soft from his panic. Too bad he won’t be using it today. 

    “Oh - cool - the scan is done.” I get a ping on my phone. I didn’t need to look at it now, I knew exactly what it said:
 

----------------------------------------------------------

Personal information acquired and stored securely.

    Auto-deletion of notification in 30(s).

-----------------------------------------------------------

    “Let’s check it out and see what the damage is, ok bud?”

    I pull up the log file and the issue is immediately apparent to me. I take another drag off my T-vape while I ponder my best route forward.  At first, I thought that Cody’s panic was entirely from the paper that was due, but now, I smiled a little as I saw there might be something more than just that though.

    He had acquired a somewhat crude piece of malware called - DickIn@Box!.exe. I was already familiar with this malware (After all, I had written part of it back in high school) and I knew that most likely, he got it from 1 of 3 places:

        - The first is a real incest website. I did some research (see cyber spelunking) and based on the data, I actually think that most of them are fucking actual family. It seems like they do a lot of filming in South Texas and Arkansas.

        - The second is a site called toxic tube. It features PNP bottoms getting really fucked up and getting railed by equally fucked up tops and pozzing each other. One of my personal favorites actually.

        - And the last one… a My Little Pony knock-off game site. Hey man - whatever gets your junk off.

    This wasn’t just about losing the paper. He was worried that I would find out what he had been regularly jizzing to.

    “You’re lucky. This is not going to cost you a massive chunk of change.”

    “Huh? ..How? I don’t see it.” Matt looked both anxious and perplexed. All he saw on the screen was a jumble of unintelligible words.

    You wouldn’t know now would you cunt, you’re made to be bred, not think.

    “In a nutshell, you have a virus. Your files haven’t been wiped out, just hidden. I’ll get a copy of your midterm paper saved to a flash drive and you can leave your laptop with me while I get it tuned back up.”

    I grab one of my special flash drives, copy his paper over, eject the drive and hand him his paper (laced with my very special trojan). 

    “Here you go man - your paper is on this drive.”

    He looked at me for just a moment and then I saw his whole body relax. I apparently didn’t see where he got it from, so not only did he think he was saved the embarrassment of his deep kink secret being exposed and I was his savior.

    “You...you have no idea bro - I’m failing and this paper is my last hope…” He said tiredly and yawned. “If there’s ever anything I can do for you…”

    Get ready for me. “No worries man - viruses are my specialty. I’ve gotta clean this malware out, then I’ll install our complimentary virus and malware software.”

    I loaded virusDecimater.exe. This was written by yours truly - and it does work effectively against viruses...at least ones that aren’t designed by me. 😉 A stroke of the enter key and bam. Your kung fu was not strong. After a few more minutes and I was done. He was mine.

    I head to the far corner of the room and grab an unmarked aerosol can. This was a proprietary mix we were still testing in-house; equal parts Viagra, MDMA, coke, and K to 3 parts crystal. So far, it seemed to be a solid formula to light up a bottom’s hole in all the right ways. The high-pressure propellant and the dilution/micro-refinement technique James (our in-house chemist) had developed helped with near-instant absorption. By adding a dash of anesthesia to the mix, we had formulated a spray that turn any guy into a desperate bottom bitch without leaving even a trace of a memory.

    “I just need your signature here.”

    As he leaned over the table to initial, I covered my face with my sleeve and sprayed the can in his face. He jerked back, but as he started to exclaim, “Dude! The fu….oh. Oh fuck. Oh dude, you gotta help me, I need to get off man.”

    “Don’t worry about it, I’m here to help,” I smile. With some support, I help him stumble to an empty back room.

    “Please - help me. I need to get off.” He was more desperate than before pawing at his crotch, but having a hard time with the zipper. I could see his hips undulating, his hole starting to itch him.

    “This will help baby. Relax.” His hole was so fucking tight it hurt my cock as I pushed in. He just needed some more dick to help him loosen up.

    “Fuuuuck”, he moaned.

    “Yeah? You like that?”

    “Please, please. I’ve never done this. Fuck. It’s so big. So hot. Fuck. I need more - give me more. Now. Give it to me.” 

     “Fuck yeah slut!” I jam my cock in to the root as he moans gratefully. I begin to blast his hole, pounding him harder.The more I wreck his cunt, the more he begs.”

    “Please go deeper - please - your cock in my hole. Oh fuck, that feels good.”

    “You know what will feel better?”

    “Fuck, what could be better? Fuck me.”

    “My hot poz load dripping out of your neg cunt as you drive home later.” As I finished saying it, I pounded him as hard as I could.

    “Fuuuuuuckkk mmeeeee!” he was screaming as I blasted my charged load deep into his guts.

    I slide my cock out and walk over to his face.

    “No - please - I need you to keep fucking me. Fuck. My hole is so hungry right now.”

    “You suck this”, I take my cock, now slick with poz cum and ass juice and walk over to his face. “I’ll get you more.”

    I grab my phone, snap a pic of his sloppy, cum-dripping hole, and send it to James, the master behind the aerosolized drug that had crippled this frat boy’s straight persona and made him a needy bitch in under 5 seconds flat.

    “Your spray works fucking great,” I text him. “You want your bonus?”

    I put my phone away. I don’t need to see the reply - he’d be here soon.

[poundmyhole91]

This shit is more for my reference than for yours ----

Cody - black-hat manager of computer repair shop - first person

Matt - the last customer of the day

James - In-house chemist employee

----

    “How you doing bitch?”

    “Please - fuck - me.” I think is what Matt moans around my dick. The more he repeats it, the more desperate his garbled sounds.

    James opened the door. “Dude - I’m supposed to be here to administer it the first time. Experimental. Remember?”

    “Yeah - sure. James - I think you’re close with this batch.”
    “What do you mean close?” He asks as he starts stripping off his jeans, revealing a slender waistline and an 8.5” dick. The rest of his twink body and his tattoos come into view as he strips off his shirt. “This shit was perfect.”

    “Close James. The bitch is too needy for his own good. Hear how he sounds?” I yank him off my cock.

    As drool ran out of his mouth, you could hear him clearly. He was speaking rapidly. “I need it in my hole. I need it bad. I need it no-” I jam my cock back in his mouth, muffling his sounds.

   “Too needy.”

   “That’s the best fucking part of this formulation though!” James argued. “I want them so needy they can’t think of doing anything else except taking a cock deep in their newfound pussy.” James was jerking his cock, his rod forming up.

    “But what about blowjobs? He should get turned on with a dick in his mouth.”

    “Well I could up the K which would make him more compliant,” James put his dick at the edge of Matt’s still dripping fuck hole, “but he wouldn’t be nearly as active, which I think makes for a better fuck.” James shoved his cock in all the way to the base and signed. A look of contentment spreading across his face as he felt his juicy cock buried in a hot hole.

    Matt moaned, grateful to be stretched. He still kept trying to ask for more. I fucked his face harder to shut him up.

    “Hmmm,” I muttered. “Maybe there’s a time and a place for both… Fuck it - we’ll do two formulations. ‘Bitch needs it’, ‘Bitch gets it’. Sound good?” I was getting hard again from all this tongue action and the thought of the cash this was going to pull in.

   “Fuck yeah boss.” James began to fuck Matt’s hole hard. No gentle warm-up, just straight to the railing. “Bitch, you gonna take my charged up load like the little ho you know you are?”

    “Fuuuuck yeeeesss sirrrr.”

    “It’s been 4 fuckin’ days since I blew last. You’re gonna take my cum and love it bitch.”

    “Fuuuuuck meeee.”

    “Here it fucking cums bitch. Take this fucking load and forget it all now. Fuuu-”

---

    “Sorry that took so long mate. Here, take this home,” I say. “Make sure you regularly run virus scans. I scheduled them for every day. Your computer needs to be plugged in and open for them to run automatically. We also run hardware checks during the scan, so don’t worry if your camera light comes on, it’s just us running a standard lifecycle check against the device.” Snort.

    This all made sense to Matt, who looked disheveled and a little lost.

    “Here are a couple flash drives. You should always be backing up your work.” I hand him a few special drives. “And here is the link and QR code to download our virus software. If you like how it works, share it with your friends. It’s free.”

[Guest takingdeepanal]

@Qban - hope this gives you ideas ... 😉

[redheadnsf]

The rest of the story was just as hot as the first few chapters. Way to write poundmyhole91!

 

Definitely worth a read everyone. The mix of sex, drugs and tech is amazing. Wish I could meet someone like Josh - he sounds perfect - which, I guess, is what fiction is all about.