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Some reason my twitter can't be found through my screen name. I tried everything to get it to do it. Try a few of these things off you want to find and follow me. 

Twitter: CumSwirls 

If you have my email it says you can try that too. 

2btms4funtops@gmail.com 

Sorry for the stupidity of it all I just made it not long ago. 

Hmu here or there and let's connect! 

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On ‎2‎/‎19‎/‎2019 at 9:35 AM, Emzop said:

Some reason my twitter can't be found through my screen name. I tried everything to get it to do it. Try a few of these things off you want to find and follow me. 

Twitter: CumSwirls 

If you have my email it says you can try that too. 

2btms4funtops@gmail.com 

Sorry for the stupidity of it all I just made it not long ago. 

Hmu here or there and let's connect! 

If you listed your Twitter as mature content it will only come up in a search using the "@" symbol first. Mine (@JaredEriksonXXX) has that same problem otherwise.

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5 hours ago, CamoPup said:

I'm following all three of you now.  I'm @pig_wv

I looked up pig_wv .. @pig_wv .. pig_w and @pig_w and CamoPup .. couldn't find you .. 

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      I was hoping it wouldn’t piss him off enough to call in that armed guard he had at the door.
      “Well shit,” he said as he stood up, “I’m jumping ahead here. I suppose, first, I should introduce myself. I’m Mike.”
      “Hello Mike,” I said and offered my hand to him, to which he refrained from taking so I lowered it quickly, “Chemical Mike I presume?”
      “You presume correctly,” he said as he pulled a remote from his pocket and clicked the button on it switching the screen to Tyke working with the DEA, 
      “So, this little fuck, forgive my language, has been helping the police take down my men. He has helped the pigs sack twelve of my most successful plugs in the Palm Springs area already. I’m losing business because of this fuckhead and I want payback!”
      “Gotcha,” I said now understanding where this was headed.
      Mike walked a bit closer to me and asked, 
      “Just who does this faggot think he is? What, he thinks his shit don’t stink, and thinks that he can just waltz upon my domain and piss upon my face?”
      “I’m sorry about that,” I said to him, “I had no idea.”
      “You do know you get your stuff from me right? Mostly everyone does in the LA area. I’ve got this place on lockdown because my shit is the shit! The best!”
      “Again I had no idea.”
      “I can tell,” he said and clicked the remote again to reveal the DEA at my house! 
      “What the fuck—“ I exclaimed.
      “You’re ex here has thrown you under the NARC bus it seems…”
      “But...why?”
      “He’s found out your little secret, my product that you dabble in, and now plans to bury you and me with it.”
      I was shocked beyond comprehension. That slimy red haired fuck! They were at my house searching for drugs but as it seemed they found nothing yet.
      “Don’t worry,” Mike said, “when they find your safe full of my product, it will already be destroyed. Didn’t you hear that hissing noise?”
      I was now recalling it, “Yes but I didn’t think anything of it.”
      He smiled and started walking around the room revealing his chemistry devices he had hidden.
      “As you now realize, I am a chemist. Actually I’m the superlative of chemist. I’m the best there ever was.”
      “Wow,” I was dumbfounded.
      “I have placed a small acid bomb of my own design in your safe, which activated after you shut and locked it.”
      “How did you—“
      “I am incredibly smart, and very stealthy.”
      “Amazing,” I said. 
      I was seriously impressed and also frightened. If he could move that fast and unnoticed, what could he do to me that I hadn’t even fathomed?
      He continued, “Worry not, my friend. i won’t hurt you. And don’t worry about the safe or the product, I can reimburse you.”
      “What will this bomb do to the safe?”
      Chemical Mike smiled, “It will destroy everything within the safe and break it down the drugs to a molecular level so that the product can not be traced.”
      “And the safe?”
      “Compromised, toast, including the lock so not only will they have a wonderful time trying to get it open, but when they finally do open it, they will find a very dangerous chemical, which is my trademark for those who pry too much in my affairs. That is of course if they have a warrant to open the safe and if they find it of course.”
      “What does the chemical do?”
      Chemical Mike laughed as he concealed his chemistry sets and then said,
      “Many of these DEA fucks have lost fingers and face parts fucking with me and my clientele! If they do find this safe of yours and try to open it? Tender parts will be compromised.”
      “Will I get in trouble?”
      “Nah,” he said, waving his hand at me, “because you aren’t holding anything illegal anymore, and you have a right to set legal booby traps. My friend Nico, who does security, recommends such devices.”
      “Forgive me but I still don’t understand,” I replied, “What do I have to do with you? Why me? Why did you spy on me?”
      “Believe it or not,” Mike said walking up to me, “you are one of my favorite clients. You don’t rat my dealers out, in fact you have good rapport with them, you keep your nose clean, you’re discreet about your use, not even your backstabbing beau knew of your vice until a few months ago, to which he incorporated into his plans to leave you hapless, just so you wouldn’t have any funny ideas of payback, I imagine.”
      “That fucking prick!” I exclaimed, but Mike held his hand up.
      “However,” Mike reassured me, “he couldn’t prove that you were doing anything until he helped bust your dealers, which are MY top employees and also close friends. So you see this situation has made us strange bedfellows.”
      “What are you saying?” I was trying to get to the point here to which he said gruffly,
      “My fucking men are in county jail because of this lying manipulative red headed cunt! I want his blood! And you my dear are going to help me get it.”
      I was speechless, he kept going as he walked around me,
      “I had to wait though before I could make my move due to the delicacy of the situation. I didn’t want to get you in trouble but also I had to wait for him to strike so that I could get one of my stealthy employs to sneak the trap and the message into your abode. Plus I want to help you. I’ve been watching you for awhile, for reasons that are my own.”
      And there it was. I didn’t even need to think about it. I would help him destroy this fucking twat.
      “What do you want me to do?” I asked.
      “So you will help me bring this fucker down?” Mike asked surprisingly.
      “Why not?” I asked, “I said I would have my revenge in a year.”
      “Yes,” he said as he continued to make his revolution around me, “curious as to how you would know that or figure that in.”
      “I dunno,” I said as I peered down to my feet, “just something within me made me say it. Maybe it was my anger and pain.”
      He stopped in front of me smiling and said,
      “Or maybe I subliminally integrated that within you with some simple psychology, like playing a subliminal message in your room when you argued with him that day.”
      “Wait,” I said as I looked at him, “what?”
      He smiled and started to walk around me again, “I knew he was using you for awhile now and I couldn’t figure out why he would. You’re smart and handsome and quite a catch.”
      “A catch that caught the booty cooties, I’m infected with HIV,” I responded, “which is why he refused me and also reminds me that I must take my pill now.”
      “I would let you fuck me,” he said as he was coming around to the front of me, “but I too am hiv positive so...anyway, you’re undetectable now?”
      “Yes,” I said reaching for my meds that were in my pocket. 
      When I found them I opened the lid and was about to take a pill out and swallow it when he stopped me.
      “Listen to me for a moment,” Mike said, “what if you infected him with the virus and then helped me frame him for everything? Set his red ass up and have him put away for a long time, simultaneously freeing my employees and getting the DEA off my dick to boot? I’ll pay you, no, reward you for a job well done?”
      Immediately I was interested, “How?”
      “Simple,” he said and grabbed my meds and threw them into the garbage dispenser that was nearby which was industrial model because it ate the bottle within seconds.
      I gasped but he stopped me, “Hey now, don’t worry. After a year, and the deed is done you can start taking them again.”
      “I’ll develop a mutation that will make me resistant to my meds.”
      “Nuh uh,” he said and stuck a shot into my arm and injected the contents within immediately which made me scream,
      “FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!?”
      “Shhhhhhhh,” he said trying to calm me, “behave yourself or my man outside will blow your dome clear the fuck off your neck, boo.”
      The guy came in gun in hand and assessed the situation, “Everything cool?You want me to ice this bitch?”
      “No Franklin,” Mike said rubbing my arm, “tell ya what, take the rest of the night off. You did good, man. I got this fool.”
      Franklin looked at me then at Mike, “if you need me…”
      “Right,” Mike said smiling, “I call ya.”
      “Watch yourself, sucka!” Franklin said and then left us alone.
      “You see,” Mike said still rubbing the injection site, “gotta be cool around me, man.”
      “What the fuck did you inject me with?” I managed to whimper.
      Then Mike said,
      “My chemical masterpiece, this is my special recipe that will stop your body from developing a resistance to the drugs you’re taking for it without suppressing the virus. This one shot I gave you will last a year from this day. After a year you will need to take your meds again, that is unless I give you another shot.”
      “I’ve never heard of such a drug that is able to do that!” I exclaimed rubbing my arm.
      “No one has,” Mike said throwing the needle into the grinding dispenser, “I discovered a way to suppress the body developing a resistance while keeping it viral. I am the greatest chemist to have ever lived, ya know.”
      I was pleasantly shocked. He smiled, patted my shoulder and then walked back to his seat and clicked the monitor back to porn.
      “So,” he said as he sat down, “Mr. Giving Man, let’s be friends, what do you say?”
      I couldn’t help but smile. 
      ——
      So after we discussed the plan that I agreed to, Mike lead me outside and past the orgy and then set me up in a tent outside.
      I was to stay with the rest of his crew who were still in the midst of the orgy by the fire. He said I could join them or not but either or we started early in the morning so best get some rest.
      So I refrained from pleasure. I wanted to save my load for the bastard that ruined my life, and Mike was going to help me with that. 
      Months passed, and during this time I remained in the desert with Mike, and he worked me out hard. 
      First, he taught me chemistry. He taught me how to make meth, then he taught me the business; the best way to distribute product, then how to use it in moderation and how to administer others without missing the vein, what to do if I missed, medical procedures and prognosis and such. He taught me everything because he said,
      “It will make you far more creative when you finally faced the cocksucking bastard. Plus I like ya and want to show you the basics of my work. Just don’t start cooking it without my consent and start your own business or I will find you, are we cool on that?”
      “Yessir,” I said. 
      He gave me the look of lust, licking his lips after saying that.
      “Don’t make me punish you,” he said as we got back to my training. We flirted a lot. But he was very strict otherwise and was adamant about this plot so the flirting ended as soon as it started at times. Eventually, I learned all of the rules of the meth game. But that wasn’t all.
      Mike taught me how to use a gun, how to tie someone up, and kidnap them without leaving any traces. He taught me how to sneak quietly and silently like a spider about to pounce on its prey. 
      Then he made me lift weights and had one of his men teach me hand to hand combat. I learned everything from how to subdue someone quickly and quietly to using chemicals to stun my targets. Mike taught me about chloroform and it’s uses. 
      Basically Chemical Mike made me into his weapon, his administer, and eventually, even his lover.
      ———
      I remember the night he practically seduced me, although he blames me for the seduction. It’s neither here nor there...
      It was a week before D-day, so I had to prepare. I was doing push ups outside about ten yards from the RV and I was hot and sweaty from the workout in the desert and he came to me with some water. 
      I stopped and drank. I was hot and I felt my muscles flexing now without effort, flexing more so than they ever had, and he quietly watched me as I poured the water down my steamy hot body, and I swear, it was just to cool down. I wiped the water from my face and chest with my shirt I had on earlier and…
      “Come,” Mike said without giving me the notion of being turned on, “we have much to discuss about the week at hand.”
      I followed him into the RV and he lead me passed his living area and passed the lab where he cooked meth into the room I had never been in. 
      It was his lavish Persian like bedroom, lavish because it was adorned with fine fabrics and cushions with mirrors surrounding the room and lights of purple, red, pink, and blue making the area seductive to the sights. Marble statues of naked men were placed in areas around the bedroom. It was quite the hedonist den.
      Electronic music played in the background and a large flatscreen upon the wall played Treasure Island Media, and I recognized the scene called Primal which was one of the best scenes shot in porn ever. I was about as big as the top and he was about the size of the bottom, I noticed.
      He sat down at the table and pulled out some shots and said,
      “I am well pleased with your progress. So let’s take a few days off and just have some fun.”
      “Really?” I said to him as I sat across from him, “shouldn’t we focus on the task at hand?”
      He shot me a look of disdain and then nodded his head to the screen, 
      “You see that porn that is playing right now? I have always wanted to be fucked that way, and to my disappointments never had the chance. Now look at you. You’re about Luca Bondi’s size because of my training. So, you owe me for that killer body you now possess, do you not?”
      I smiled, “I suppose so.”
      Mike undressed to his jockstrap and his body was beautiful, no, absolutely gorgeous! He was slender but firm, wasn’t as hairy as I am, but he had tufts of it on his chest, in his groin area, and on the small of his back and of course moderately covering his ass and crack. 
      His black hair was radiant and green eyes beamed. Chemical Mike was a fine stock of male. Yeah I wanted him. To tell the truth I wanted him when I first laid eyes on him. 
      “Do you want to administer me,” he asked as he wrapped the tourniquet around his arm and then placed it downward upon his knee.
      “Are you sure,” I asked.
      “No, but,” he said, “I trust you. I want you to know that.”
      “I trust you too,” I said as I grabbed the loaded shot and went for his arm.
      I found the fat vein I needed and followed protocol, using an alcoholic swab over the injection site. Before I pierced him with the needle, I leaned in and kissed the vein and looked up at him. He was smiling.
      “Oh you’re such a Romeo aren’t ya?” He chuckled.
      Quietly, I smiled and got down to business. I positioned the bevel up with the point flush against his skin.
      “Ready,” I said in a deep masculine voice looking up at him.
      “Born ready,” he smiled, “show me what you have learned out here in the desert.”
      “Ok,” 
      Without hesitation I pierced him quickly and pulled back the plunger and immediately a red silky stream flashed into the barrel, and as quickly as I pulled back, I pushed the plunger in silently as he pulled the tourniquet off. I pulled the needle out quickly and he bellowed out a huge cough. And then his rush turned him red like a rose.
      “Holy fucking Moley!” He exclaimed as he tore his jockstrap off and fell on the bed rubbing his cock which was erect and then rubbed his beautiful hairy hole which was now exposed, “I have never let anyone do that to me before!”
      “Really?” I chuckled as I ripped off my shirt and pants, “I don’t believe you.”
      “No shit!” He said, as I looked into his eyes, which were now black and shaped as saucers, “you’re the first.”
      “I’m honored,” I smiled.
      I wrapped the tourniquet around my left bicep and pumped my hand. I walked over next to him and I laid down naked on the bed next to him as I slowly injected myself. I snapped the tourniquet off before pulling out the needle so not to cause bruising and then it hit me like a fucking semi truck. I coughed so much and moaned because it was so intense and laid closer next to him and controlled my breathing. He giggled and stared at me as I got it together.
      I looked at him and he kissed me long and deep in the mouth and I gave it right back. He tasted like tina and sweat. Thank god the room was cool with air conditioning or we would have suffered heat stroke. We were both hot and sweaty as our bodies came together, wet and slippery, grinding our erections together, feeling my cock get plumper as we did.
      Suddenly he went down upon me licking my pits which were ripe from working out in the desert, then to my hard nipples which were wired to my cock, making it harder still. Then he was on my dick with his wet mouth that seemed to take the whole length down until he gagged just a bit but this wasn’t his first rodeo. He sucked dick like a fucking champion.
      “Oh fuck,” I moaned as he caramelized my cock with his saliva and started making slurping sounds taking my girth and length all the way in and out, drenching it after a few moments.
      He then stopped and got on his back and signaled me with his hands to come to him, which I did, dripping sweat along the way, reaching my face to his face as he wrapped his arms around me and I felt my cock slide like a hot dog into a bun across his perky asshole, the wrinkles of it stimulating my thick engorged shaft. We kissed long and deep as we grinded and he moaned into my mouth as my tongue thrust into his throat, and then I started sucking his mouth open, making him moan even harder into it.
      Finally it was time to fuck as I lifted my body up to view the hole I was going to fill with cock. I spit and it fell directly upon the orifice which seemed to drink it instantly, then I inserted the head of my dick into him as I watched his face open wide with a groan of instantaneous pleasure.
      “Oh goddamn,” he moaned as I forced my entire member into his hungry asshole, “fuck yes! Give me that awesome cock, you fucker!”
      So I did. I began to pound him hard as he moaned loudly and I could hear myself groaning too.
      “Oh fuck yeah,” I moaned dripping sweat upon him as he was already drenched with his own. 
      The sheets were soaked as I thrust into him again and again just like the top was doing to the bottom in the porn he had playing on a loop, it seemed, because it played the whole time I fucking pounded him. In and out I rammed his asshole which was like a warped rubber band about to snap around a tree log which was now in jackhammering rhythm.
      I fucked the hell out of him as he moaned and wailed in ecstasy, “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK!”
      It seemed like hours passed. I fucked him that way until I fell upon him and kissed him long and deep. Then I flipped him around and got him on his stomach and drove my fucking long stump into his stretched sopping asshole which seemed to drool every time I’d pull out, with his moans being muffled by the pillows his head was buried into. 
      My calves wrapped around his calves as I entered him and left him with thrusts. I was kissing the back of his neck as my cock went in then out and back in getting deeper each time. I was fucking the noise out of him as I pumped and pumped and pumped…
      “AHHHH FUCK!” He yelled in pleasure as I growled.
      I grabbed his face and turned it towards mine and we mouthed each other, slobber running down our necks as we did. Both of us getting more and more drenched as I pumped his now opened asshole which was more like a turkey scooped out of stuffing. It was cavernous and gaping! Fuck it was hot!
      I did exactly what the top did in that scene, thrusting harder and harder, sopping wet with sweat and spit, kissing him and holding him from behind until we switched positions.
      I flipped him around again and fucked him missionary while kissing him and growling into his mouth. Hours passed and finally I was ready to seed.
      “You want it?” I growled while smiling at him looking him in the eyes.
      “Fuck yes I want it!” He smiled, “fucking give it to me, fucker!”
      I pumped and pumped and pumped and pumped and I could feel my nuts vibrate as the fluid raced through my tubes and the deep thick itch that comes with fucking became more intense. It was coming and it was a lot of semen.
      “OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FOOOOOOOOOOOCK!” I roared as I felt the first spill out of my dickhole. 
      I filled his clenching wet throbbing asshole with my thick load, while roaring. My balls clenched along with my asshole as I shot into his quivering hole that gulped my milk voraciously and I felt his cock shoot thick slimy loads between our stomachs and chests as he yelled in a slightly goofy voice,
      “OWWWWWWH FUGGK MY NUT MY FUCKING NUUUUUUUT UGH OH FUGGING FUUUUUUGGGEHK!”
      His spooge oozed in chunks out his pink dickhole as I felt his asshole clenching and throbbing, as it drank and drank and drank my load after load after load…
      After the ejaculation I lifted my torso up to view the masterpiece of sweet semen that was upon us and then I looked at him, all drenched from the sex we had just accomplishedand I felt my fluids from my face and chest falling in big drops upon him. I found chunks of his white seed slowly sliding from his stomach to his side, so I quickly lapped them up and collected all the globs and thick fluid tributaries and collected them with my hot wet tongue, swished it within my mouth and then leaned down and opened my mouth as he parted his jaw and took within his mouth the concoction of our sweat and cum, which with a smirk he gulped. I kissed him deep as his tongue danced with mine and the specimen we made together.
      I then rolled off of him all hot and sweaty and he laid next to me with his arm stretched across my soaked hair that carpeted my chest and we kissed some more before finally passing out.
      I awoke to a room that smelled of men hard at play. I enjoyed the aroma before I got up, leaving him sleep there and I went into the bathroom took a shower. He joined me a few minutes later and we kissed. I still tasted our sex in his mouth and I fucking loved it.
      “Leaving me so soon, player?” He jested, before I kissed him long and deep again.
      I unlatched from his mouth and looked him in the eyes and quietly said, 
      “Never.”
      We kissed again which lead to more fucking in the shower. He was so good at this and he made me feel good at doing it to him. This is all I wanted from that faggot who hurt me bad. But you know, it was worth it in the end. I knew this even before my vengeance was executed.
      We played hard like that for a week but then it was time for business and we finally composed ourselves and focused on the task at hand.
      ———
      The day had come and it was time to poz Tyke. It would be a year on midnight so it had to be sooner today than later. We had got his itinerary from one of Mike’s goons who pretended to be a patient of Tyke’s. Tonight was a special night, we gathered. His wedding anniversary. The fucker had gotten married. Oh well it didn’t matter because after tonight he would probably be divorced.
      We waited outside of his office, before he suddenly got into his sports car and started driving. I followed him in the black sedan Franklin drove that night a year ago so I thought it was a fitting moment. Mike had his car bugged so we could listen in on his phone conversation with his hubby who was coming up from Mexico. 
      “Why don’t I just meet you down there?” Tyke asked on the phone.
      “Too much violence, baby,” his hubby said, “but I got a surprise for ya! Some killer dope!”
      “Fucker,” Mike exclaimed as I followed in the sedan a few cars back, “So he’s a user now! Nice! We will play that card to our advantage.”
      We listened to more,
      “But babe I want that fine brown cock in my sweet pink hole! Then I want you to slam me!”
      “Mmmmm.”
      “Please hurry back,” the fucking faggot said.
      “Baby, I may be a few hours I gotta get past customs. Pray for me,” his Latin lover said.
      “Don’t you worry, my love,” Tyke said, “You’re driving my car, they will check the plates and see you are legitimate. So bring that huge Mexican cock to me and let’s get high!”
      “Bingo,” Mike said, “I just recorded his message. Now I’m just gonna call border patrol and send it to them with the plate number, and Mr. Jesus La Screwed is busted. I can say that because I’m part Mexican so it’s not racist.”
      “Fuck yes!” I said and kissed him, still driving without taking my eyes off of his vehicle, “Now what?”
      “My men are finishing up at his place right now, installing the safe full of dope and with a journal documenting how he set you up along with my employees. Also there’s false intel of you ex confessing that he is this Chemical Mike, and that he was using that moniker to dodge the FEDS, as well as a map to my...his RV in the desert, with the lab and everything.”
      “He doesn’t know chemistry,” I said but Mike giggled.
      “Trust me, boo,” he smiled, “you worry about infecting him and how you are going to do it. Be creative.”
      Oh I had a great idea, and Mike would love it.
      I parked a block away from where Tyke lived, which was a beautiful mansion in a gated community in Beverly Hills. He thought these walls would protect him and probably a year ago they could. But now I was a master ninja of scaling walls and I did scale them so quickly it wasn’t even a minute and I was over and in the neighborhood of stuck up posh jerks who thought their shit don’t stink.
      With the bug in his car I was able to find out where he lived on my burner phone. I made it to his house in no time, climbing up to the roof with the ropes and pulleys Mikes entourage who had installed the safe. I quietly entered his bedroom and got into the walk-in closet and closed the door. 
      I had the chloroform prepared and all that needed to happen was for him to enter the room. Like clockwork he was there undressing and preparing for his shower that he would never take, humming some Lady Gaga bullshit. He slipped off his expensive undies and headed into the bathroom, and I moved faster than I thought I could and was behind him in less than two seconds without him even guessing I was there.
      As soon as he entered the bathroom, I had him, stuffing the rag into his mouth before he knew what had happened. There wasn’t even a minute struggle. He was out like a light. Quickly I locked the bedroom door after placing him naked on the bed and then I tied him up with the rope Mike gave me. I tied him tightly to the posts and gagged him so well, he was jetting air from his nose. Then when I was all set for the show, I used the smelling salts to rouse him.
      —————-
      When Tyke finally came to, he saw me already preparing the slam I was going to inject him with, and he began to scream and struggle but he was gagged and tied up so well it sounded like he was getting fucked into a pillow. No one could hear him. I chuckled as he squirmed. He had no idea what he was in for. My phone buzzed, it was a text message.
      I had just received a text from Mike telling me that his hubby was busted for dope at the border after he had sent the border patrol the conversation he had recorded earlier between Tyke, and his husband confessing to bringing dope across the border. As it turned out his hubby was also a chemist and he had recipes for some good ammonia dope, and had labs in Mexico. Mike figured out that was the reason Tyke has been helping the DEA, for his husband’s dope business to prosper by knocking down the top competitor. 
      What a sneaky fuck, but also, what a stroke of fucking luck. I texted him back.
      “You ready? The show is about to begin.”
      “FUCK YES.” He texted back and so I switched to the video app pressed record and placed it on the night table directly in front of Tyke who was tied up and gagged, spread eagle upon the bed. 
      I knew I had a couple of hours before the DEA would be coming for Tyke, so I took my time and savored the moment. His legs were as I said, spread eagle and he was naked and squirming and gasping within the gag, his eyes wide open in fear. And so I began,
      “No one can hear you. No one can save you either. You’re hubby was busted for dope at the border after a friend of mine sent your cute phone conversation that you had earlier with him to border patrol. The DEA will be here to arrest you, along with him, in oh I would guess in about two to three hours after they get the evidence they need for a search warrant. Too bad for you my friends and I have planted within your closet a safe, containing several pounds of killer dope and a record of you claiming to be this Chemical Mike fellow you so eagerly tried to bring down with me. So it looks like you and your man are fucked! Well you live and learn…don’t we?”
      I stressed that last part by getting in his face about it, to which he flinched, the little bitch. I could tell he recognized the words echoing back at him because now he was really struggling but I had him tied so tight he could barely move. I continued with my speech,
      “Do you recall the last fucking thing I said to your ass? Hmm?”
      He began to cry but I continued, “Well allow me to remind you; I said, and I quote; mark me boy, you will suffer what I have suffered in one year. Tonight at midnight will from the day I planned this whole moment for what you did to me, you fucking cunt! Oh you fucked me royal and tried to ruin my life.”
      I spit into his face, and he shot a look of anger at me, which made me smile. So I waved the loaded syringe up to his face,
      “This will be your doom, my love, payback. My last gift to you.”
      I injected it into my vein and pulled a good amount of blood out of my arm and removed the needle. As I flicked the barrel mixing my blood with the dope within, I said calmly,
      “I must confess… um...well I...stopped taking my meds so...I am extremely viral now. My viral load is at four million, but happy to say my CD4 isn’t affected. However this dose I’m about to shoot into your dick, well it’s ah ... absolutely certain to infect you, especially intravenously, and with a good amount of dope so the cops … um can find some corroboration with the set up…so if you’ll just be still...”
      That is when he tried his damndest to escape but I had him so secure I could slam him with ease into his dick if I wanted, and I wanted to.
      He cried as I hovered the syringe over his cock and he was starting to wiggle too much so finally I grabbed him by the balls and my strength overcame him now with ease, unlike last time. He kept squirming from the pain of my hand crushing his nuts, so finally I barked,
      “You fucking move and I’ll break this goddamn needle into your dick and leave your ass here, all tied up mind you, to bleed to death, you fucking pathetic piece of shit. I fucking guarantee you will be in immense pain, in the dark, alone! Got it? Is that what you want you fucking faggot prick?”
      He began to sob, which was music to my ears so I yelled some more, “Do not fucking move, you piece of donkey shit!”
      He stopped and froze with his wet eyes wide open about to burst a vein so I kept going with my dialogue,
      “Now, I have discovered that,” I said as I inserted the needle into the main vein of his cock and pulled back the plunger observing his blood mix with mine and the drug within the syringe, “you have acquired a taste for this lovely dope,” 
      He looked down and begged for me through the gag not to inject but it was too late, I pushed it quickly into him and the rush hit him so fast he puked. I could tell because some of it ran down the sides of his sealed mouth to which he almost choked but swallowed it up like the good fucking bitch he was.
      “Ah, what a good little fucking dope slut you are,” 
      I chuckled as the tears ran down his face. 
      His eyes staring upward, shaped like saucers gazing into the abyss. That’s when I went into the bathroom and came back out with a toothbrush I found, a nice Sonicare mechanical toothbrush that I had bought him for his last birthday, which I turned on.
      “Hey this is the same on I bought for you! You did like my gifts!” I exclaimed with joy, “Do you mind if I borrow this? Don’t worry you can have it back, I’m not even gonna use it on myself, I promise.”
      He stared at me high as fuck but with hatred in his eyes, with the look as I could tell that said, “you won’t get away with this,”
      I didn’t like that look much. It made him look ugly. So I said very carefully so that he could understand me clearly,
      “Wipe that fucking disgusting look off your mug, boy, or I’ll knock it the fuck off with my paws, understand?”
      Sigh, he didn’t understand, so...well, I clocked him hard breaking his nose. He squealed but no sound came out as more tears and blood started to form. But that faggot still shot me that goddamn look. So then I had to warn him again,
      “Do you want another knuckle sandwich, you stupid fucking faggot?”
      He shook his head and stared up at the ceiling as the blood and tears ran down his face.
      “That’s what I thought, you fucking pussy,” I chuckled as I turned on the toothbrush, “Now, since you like to talk shit I am gonna assume that you talk out of your ass, boy. So let me be a friend and brush the shit stank mouth you like to flap, like when you kicked me to the ground that one time…”
      So then I went to his hole with the toothbrush and stuck it in deep and turned the dial on it to max speed. He was screaming of course but with it muffled, I continued to speak over him, 
      “Say, where’s your little Asian friend? Did you dog him too in the end? Well doesn’t matter, he didn’t do anything to me, did he? I’m sure he was a victim of circumstance ignorant of your designs. That’s what you call it right? When you plan to fuck someone over? Designs!?”
      I grinder the toothbrush on both sides of the cavity as he squirmed in pain. I kept on talking like nothing was going on,
      “Well, my friends and I will find him anyway I’m sure ...anyway…. I just want you to know the real reason I am brushing the inside of your asshole now is so that when I fuck you, my virus will definitely get into your wrecked asshole, into your fresh wounds made by said toothbrush, and into blood stream, you know, in case the syringe didn’t work…”
      I shoved the vibrating toothbrush around his asshole violently. I stirred it around and around. He squirmed and moaned and cried harder as I vigorously brushed the inside of his delicate rectum tearing up the fine flesh within, making him bleed profusely. 
      After a few moments, I ripped it out of him, which sprayed a little blood, and walked back into the bathroom and threw the bloody thing into his expensive toilet and flushed it along with the syringe. The toilet was a monster! Took it all down.
      I walked back into the room, and marveled at my work; he looked like he’d been fucked with a razor blade, all sweaty and strung out, quivering in fear. Fuck I loved every minute of this.
      “Ok boy,” I said then I pulled down my pants, “time for you to pay a large debt that you have owed me for a fuck ton of time. Just hold on a sec I wanna get high too…”
      I looked down and saw that my dick was limp but I fixed that with a caverject shot I had administered which got me so hard I could chizzle fuck a sculpture out of a lead block. 
      Then I shot some meth up my vein in my cock which made my dick bleed a bit. I slightly scratched the surface of my hard cock with the bevel after I pulled it out just to make sure I had some blood flowing. Yeah, then I was ready to fuck this cunt good and proper.
      “Alrighty,” I said with a smile, “here we go!”
      I came over to him and lifted his hips up to my cock, which he tried to squirm one last time but I was too strong now. 
      “Sucks being subdued doesn’t it you red headed prick!” I exclaimed before I thrust my bloody gargantuan cock to the hilt inside of his blood soaked hole. 
      Now that hurt him so good, he began to sob and quake with pain. Oh it felt so fucking wet, and he was even trying to twist and clinch which only made it worse for him. Dumbfuck.
      “Now bitch,” I said as I pumped him hard, tearing up his bloody guts as I listened to his sweet wails from his gagged that muffled into silent screams, “WHO...is you’re fucking daddy!”
      I pumped him harder and harder and finally he gave in. He actually started to moan in pleasure. I was pleased,
      “That’s right, you fucking little cunt,” I said as I was about to cum, “you LET me do this to you.”
      And sure enough the struggle became a grind as he welcomed my cock. Fucking finally! About fucking time after all of these years of leading me on, making me wait, deceiving me into thinking he would give it to me, and now he was giving it to me. 
      “Whose the gross infected disgusting one now, you fucking little mouthy CUNT!”
      I pumped him so hard but he took it like a man. I was impressed. He was even looking me in the eyes as I stared back at him, pumping him with one infecting load after another. It was almost romantic.
      “You see baby,” I said to him as I pumped, “once you accept your fate, and give in, it feels so nice doesn’t it? Doesn’t my thick hard bloody dick pumping your sipping wet asshole feel sooooooo fucking nice?”
      I pumped him harder and harder and harder, and I was going to spray. Then I did, all up inside his bloody rectum, probably even shit all the way up the canal to his stomach. He threw up again to which he could do nothing about it but swallow it back.
      I kept fucking him until I came again, and again….and again. Until I started to get bored which was perfect timing because the cops would be there soon, but just to make sure, I pumped him one last time.
      “This is all you had to do,” I said as I came for the fifth time, “was...let...me..AHHHHHHH!”
      My viral milk coated his bloody rectum and he came with me, moaning and I could see in his eyes that he fucking loved it.
      “FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” 
      I roared as I pumped the last of my toxic load onto his wet bloody asshole. 
      I looked down upon his sweaty, bloody body and marveled at my work yet again. I saw that he was truly sorry for what he had done. He looked so fucking destroyed, I almost felt sorry for him but...it was done. 
      The look on his face as I fell on top of him and kissed his neck. He nuzzled his head to mine and I knew then he loved it. This is what he longed for, but he thought only others could give. I could read that from the fucking regret written all over his face beneath the blood, sweat, and tears.  
      Alas, as I said, it was too late. 
      Now I despised him and wanted nothing more of him after I finished. I pulled out of him and stood up looking down and I couldn’t help but begin to chuckle as he cried. 
      So I wiped my dick off with his expensive underwear and pulled out the chloroform and doused the bloody undies with it. I removed his gagged to which he bawled like a fucking child.
      “I wronged you,” he sobbed, “forgive me…”
      “You don’t really think I would believe that would you? That you’re sorry? And even so why would I fucking forgive you?”
      “You were good to me, I should have given myself to you…”
      “Yep,” I said as I was about to knock him out.
      “I will regret what I did all the days of my life,” he cried,
      “Well my boy,” I finally said, “Whatever makes you sleep at night.”
      I shoved the undies into his mouth and he passed out. I turned the recorder off and sent it to Mike. Then I started to clean everything up and made the scene look like this was all consensual on Tyke’s part and that he had let a mysterious lover in to fuck him bounded. 
      I untied him a bit and made it look like he was bounded but loosely and that a secret lover had come in to fuck him. I was wearing black latex gloves the whole time so I didn’t have to worry about fingerprints. 
      Then I kissed his forehead and said to him, 
      “So, my boy, we live and learn.”
      He was passed out but I kept talking to his wannabe dead ass, 
      “We live and we learn, don’t we Tyke? Well I’m glad that we had this moment, I’m sure we will remember it always the two of us.”
      I pulled up my pants and give him one last kiss then said,  
      “Well, goodbye, my love. May winged demons carry you to Hell, where your infected ass belongs, fucking faggot!”
      I slugged him one more time in the face almost breaking his nose off, and then finally... I was done with him. Forever. 
      I flushed the rest of any evidence of my presence in the room and quickly escaped bringing with me the ropes and pulleys used to get up to his bedroom from outside. 
      By the time I had scaled the gate and got into the car and drove off with Mike, the police were headed the opposite direction to Tyke’s house and the rest is history. Tyke has been properly fucked by me, and I finally found peace.
      “WOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!” Mike screamed outside of the car as I drove it out of the area. 
      He then leaned over to me and said, “pull over, you fucking brilliant mind you!”
      I did and he kissed me long and hard and I reciprocated. He felt my dick that was still hard from the injection and marveled,
      “Oh we got to put this to good use!” He exclaimed.
      “Whatever you want,” I said to him and we kissed some more before I started driving again.
      Mike laughed and said,
      “Oh sexy man, you’re a goddamn genius! Well done on that video you sent! My favorite part was whatever makes you sleep at night, and then you knocked his pink ass out! Fucking awesome! I will cherish it always.”
      “You won’t show anyone,” I said to him, “please?”
      He shot me that look of annoyance, “who the fuck do you think I am? Your ex?”
      We both laughed as I drove down the road, further away from the aftermath behind us.
      Mike and I celebrated when we got to a nearby luxury hotel. I disposed of the clothes I was wearing which were black threads made of polyester, hard for forensics to detect. The only thing that concerned me was when they would do a rape kit on him to which Mike said,
      “You know this stuff I’m about to pump into your arm to keep your body from resisting your meds? It’s also designed to erase any traces of human dna. In fact…”
      He said as he injected me and then put his lips up to mine, “when they do the rape kit and gather the dna, it will be donkey dna.”
      “No fucking—“ and he kissed me. 
      Mike was a genius, I believed him after that. We made love all night to celebrate. He made me take a shower beforehand of course. 
      “As much as it appeals to me that fuckers blood is used as our lube,” Mike said, “being a victim of rape myself, I can’t bear to do so.”
      “You were raped,” I asked as I dried off and laid next to him, naked, as he wrapped the tourniquet around my flexed bicep.
      “Yes unfortunately,” he said as he stuck the needle into my arm and injected me, “but no more bad stories. Not now, for tonight we celebrate victory and for all the days to come after…”
      “Fuck yes, anything you—-,” I said as the rush kicked me in the balls.
      After Mike had his shot and rush, then we fucked, all night. And just like Luca Bondi and John Dahl, the porn actors in that Primal scene, we fucked in that fashion and it was epic. A perfect end to a perfect revenge story.———————-
      Tyke and his husband were arrested and Mike’s loyal employees were released and back on his payroll. The DEA found a safe in the closet but they also found another safe unknown to us, located under the expensive toilet in the bathroom, packed full of, not only product, but of child porn Tyke’s husband brought in from Mexico. Needless to say Tyke’s death warrant was signed. 
      The last thing I ever heard about the whole ordeal, was during the investigation, when Tyke was asked if he was raped he said, “no, someone I owed a debt came and I paid it. I have no regrets about it.”
      Tyke went to federal prison, with his husband. The guy ended up divorcing him for the debt speech. Then after that, both of them were never heard from again.
      The Asian, who was with Tyke when he dogged me, Mike located. He sent me the guys eyeball with a note that said, “payment for your brilliant work.” 
      I was a little grossed out but I had been through so much it didn’t bother me for long. I buried it in the backyard before I sold my house. Then I moved to LA, in fact, I moved to the house Tyke and his ex husband use to own. The room where I raped him, I left vacant. That room I visit once a year on the date of the incident. Call me sick but, I need to remember so it doesn’t happen again.
      I saw Mike again a month later and I thanked him for the eye to which he said, “the fucker is still alive but he doesn’t know what or why the deed was done. He’s in a crazy house. It’s what he gets for fucking with my best client.”
      ————-
      Mike and I didn’t stay together long after that. I wanted to, but he said,
      “I don’t date, I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime. But call upon me anytime and I will be there.”
      So after that conversation, we fucked a few times, but then Mike disappeared. 
      So after a year or two, I went back to my normal life except now I poz those who want it. I dunno it’s hot having that kind of power, and I’m not sorry. I met a handsome guy from pozzing him and we’ve been together since.
      I did end up getting married to the fine gentleman who parties hard yet responsibly. I tried to get ahold of Chemical Mike, but he responded with a kiss emoticon and said, “you have found your man, be happy and love hard.”
      How the fuck did he know so much. Still it made me feel good to know he was watching from somewhere.
      I never heard from him after that. Though I cannot help but wonder whatever happened to my good comrade, Chemical Mike; the world’s greatest chemist?
      end.
    • By bbbugfkrme
      I'm becoming such a slut. Last Sunday. At the Treasure Chest in Portland. A beautiful young African man. Probably late 20's. Long hard bone. Curved and cut. He was fit and tall. He barely acknowledged me. I was just a mouth. That was fine with me. I worked that shaft, the head, and stroked while I slid that cock in and out of my throat. His quiet moans let me know he was getting what he needed. His pre-cum was sweet and his cock was slick and shining. It wasn't long before he moaned deeply, gently pulled my head down onto his cock and unloaded directly into my throat. It was amazing feeling that cock pulse and shoot wad after wad of jizz into my gullet.  He pulled out and I licked the last drops off the head before he slid that softening cock back into his pants and stepped out. Fuck. I love being a hole for cock.

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