chemical mike THE GIVING MAN (RE EDIT) BY CHEMICAL MIKE

[CMike1980]

Moderator's Note: @CMike1980 submitted a cleaned up version of this story. You will find the new version a few posts down. I merged the the threads so that the comments wouldn't go away. 

drscorpio

[LuciferSubFagPig]

Same deal with this one, can't read easily as it is a dark background with black letters.

[CMike1980]

Hmmmm don’t know what to say. It’s too bad it’s pretty good.

[CMike1980]

Sorry for the misspells and hard reading format, I don’t know how to edit or what to do. This site should be more user friendly. But alas, if you like I could email the script. My email is chemical_mike@yahoo.com. Have breeding zone as the title of your email and I’ll send you a better copy. Thanks and sorry guys!

[DCWildBtm]

Great writing, excellent story! Just highlight the text with your cursor/mouse and it should show up in a contrasting light color to the dark. Or, copy/paste it into a word processing program and read it that way.

[CMike1980]

THE GIVING MAN (RE-EDIT)

I am HIV positive middle aged man in his mid forties that gives the gift of infecting those who choose to be infected with the virus. Judge away, it is of no concern to me. I was undetectable until a vicious villainous brat made me change my mind about my status. As a successful plot of revenge I let my status go from undetectable to infectious. Let me explain:

I'm a damn good looking guy, standing six feet, three inches, two hundred and thirty  pounds of hard hairy muscle, some would even call me a dashing, strapping stud on his way to silver fox daddy status. I’m also fairly wealthy to boot and the boys are easily seduced by my charms.

But it wasn’t always that way. I had gotten infected when I was thirty after participating in a gang bang conversion party. I was high from meth and I wasn’t sorry. I knew the risks and I still use from time to time. But I use it only for enhanced sex and never to to cope as most would say as an excuse for their addiction. I happen to be quite responsible when it comes to partying and I respect drugs, never abusing them.

So anyway to cut to the chase, shortly after I was diagnosed, I met an eighteen year old bottom boy who was cute as can be, red hair, blue eyes, fair skin with lots of hair everywhere, from chest to the rest, hair blanketed his heavenly slim form. Very sexy, and red heads who are handsome are exceptionally rare to me, sorry to most of you gingers out there, I mean no offense.

This guy was from a well off Christian family who disowned him for being gay, and threw him out on the street. I met him in Chicago during IML and he had lost his job and started selling himself to survive. He was fresh on the street and I could tell he had never done anything of this nature before. So I hired him for the night and pretty much he’s been with me ever since then. Well until a little over a year ago to be exact.

He had been with me for close to eight years. That’s how long I took care of this pariah, and had nothing to show for it. The thing is, we never fucked. Nope, not even a kiss or a blow job had come between us because I was that kind of chump that wanted his heart before sinking my thick hairy dick into his bubblegum colored asshole that I’m sure was covered in thick red hair.

His name was Tyke, (yeah go figure). We went to the Howard Brown Clinic there to get his test results to which we found out his wasn’t reactive to the instant HIV test, meaning he was negative. I got him some PrEP and told him to start taking it immediately, for it would keep him safe from the virus if he should ever decided to be a fucking cum dump or if somehow my meds couldn’t protect him. There’s always that slim chance.

So Tyke came home with me to Palm Springs, California where he wanted for nothing. I gave him everything he desired. I got him a car, his own room with toys like video game systems, he started working to which he only worked for a split minute before I encouraged him to just live off an allowance I was willing to give him. He sure acted like he loved me then but yet we still didn’t fuck. For some reason he had an excuse as to why he wouldn’t. The biggest and most important of these bullshit reasons was;

“I wanna save myself for marriage,”

“Ok,” I said one night to him.

I entered his room naked and wanting his youthful form to grind and take in my mature rock hard handsome form.

“I’m not ready for that either, I’m sorry!”

“No no,” I said like a fucking dimwit, “I was wrong to assume.”

He gave me a peck on the lips and smiled, “Good night,” and turned over and fell asleep soundly.

Frustrated at myself for thinking he was ready I went back into my room, slammed myself with some tina and jerked off all night to porn. This was my sex life for several years. What an idiot I was.

For months I would try and try to convince him that I loved him, which I did, and that I wanted to make him my husband, but he would avoid the subject and talk about going to school for psychology and then maybe afterward he would consider it, to which I funded his college along with all he ever wanted or needed. 

Then one year became seven years and he was in his mid-twenties, and he looked amazing. He was working out, eating right, and going to school, making good marks even graduating with a degree and starting his own practice. Needless to say I was proud of him, except he still refused me. I would remind him of his promise to consider it which he would aptly reply, 

“I’m still in the process,”

One night it would draw to a head, I was sick of his crap and he was starting to get on my nerves, expecting me to wait on him hand and foot. He also just assumed that I would buy him stuff without any gratitude.

Finally I was fed up with his refusal to marry me or to at least kiss me with some tongue. Come to find out he had his reasons and they surfaced. He had read my documents from the doctors office and didn’t tell me until I brought the subject of marriage up again to which he had a definitive answer,

“Sweetheart,” The faggot said in his tone of arrogance, “I will never marry you. First off you haven’t been honest with me about your status. You’re positive?”

“Yes, but I was never dishonest,” I answered to which he shook his head at me.

“Um yeah you were,” he sneered, “you didn’t tell me that you were so…”

“I never told you because it never came up,” I argued, “you never asked nor did it seem like you cared. Besides I’m undetectable do you know what that means?”

“Yes,” he said, with his now muscular arms crossed, “but you could still infect me.”

“Not if you’re taking your PrEP!” I said with irritation, “are you taking your PrEP?”

“That has nothing to do with it,” he said, the cocky dicksuck, “Besides, the man I would love and marry I wouldn’t need meds, nor would he to have sex with me. We wouldn’t be encumbered by such notions because we would be a natural couple with no need of pills or condoms or risks between us like other normal couples. You, however, are unnatural, and therefore you and I would never be.”

I was fucking livid, “I fucking supported you for these several years, giving you anything you wanted, paying your way, giving you opportunity you wouldn’t have had otherwise on the street as a hustler! How could you have such a disgusting and vile notion of the man who loved you unconditionally?”

“I never asked for all of this,” he said peering at his manicured nails, the fucking faggot, “you offered and I obliged. Who wouldn’t?”

I was torn apart by what he was telling me, “And what now, my love? Are you to expect me to support you after saying such atrocious words to the man who fucking loves you!?”

“Why no,” he said smiling, “the allowance you have allotted me has allowed me to accumulate my own wealth from these past years and now with my business up and going, and a nice chunk of change, for which I do appreciate, however, I am sorry to say your service is no longer needed.”

“My services?!” I barked. 

“I leave within the hour. I’ve had my stuff packed and shipped to my place in LA weeks before graduation. I have set myself up pretty nice now thanks to your generous yet gullible nature.”

I picked up a very expensive sculpture I had acquired in Spain, and threw it at him, to which he dodged and then tackled me. He was stronger and had me pinned to the floor of our living room, correction, MY living room, it was never his.

He laughed in my face and said, 

“Foolish old man, you didn’t really believe I would marry an infected piece of shit like you? I’ve fallen head over heels for a negative fellow. That’s right, I even have a boyfriend in the city waiting for me. He’s fucked me so many times I may be the first pregnant man without being transgendered. I got you good, my sweet friend. Oh well, we live and learn don’t we?”

We live and learn, I began to sob.

He laughed as he stood up and brushed himself off, 

“Oh boo-hoo, fucker! You had designs on me so obviously I felt no guilt twisting the trick upon you. It’s what I call a flip slip and it’s deserving of you to have such done to ya since you were so eager to fuck me with your infected cock!”

“Mark me, boy,” I said with tears of rage as I was getting up, “one year from now, it will be me who has the last chuckle of this whole charade. It will be you who weeps in the end and I who laughs at your demise.”

Tyke laughed so hard he almost fell backwards and then said, “Right, old man, whatever makes you sleep at night.”

Another man came from behind him, Asian, and well formed, but smooth. He had let himself in no doubt and Tyke was expecting him.

“Is everything ready,” Tyke said without taking his eyes off of me, “It’s time for me to get the fuck out of this dungeon.”

“Why yes,” the Asian said, “your lover awaits. Is all well here? Did you defeat this tyrant?”

Tyrant? So the fucker lied about me to make me the villain. Fucking piece of shit.

“He can no longer hurt me,” Tyke said, “he’s just a stupid lonely sad old man.”

As soon as I got up, Tyke kicked me back to the ground and I lay there in pain as they both left laughing. When I was finally able to stand I wailed in agony for the wrong that had been done. But at the time there was nothing I could have done. I crawled into my bed, and fell asleep. No more I could do for that day, except rest.

Two months passed and I was numb to the world. The only thing that mattered was getting that fuck head back. But how? I had no idea where he lived or how I could do justice to the insidious deed that he had done to me. 

That is until I met a man named Chemical Mike.

Chemical Mike was a chemist that cooked and sold the best meth in the land. He was a mystery, a legend, maybe even a myth, for no one had ever seen him before. I figured he was a conglomeration of dealers using his name as a false handle to throw off the law.

That is until he contacted me through a network of people he had working for him. At first it was a note in my stash of meth I kept well hidden in a safe beneath my floorboards in my closet. I was immediately shocked when I found the note with a couple of syringes filled with what I assumed was loaded shots. The note said;

I know of the sin committed against you and I want to help. Bring these to the bus station downtown and there you will meet a man who goes by the name Hobo Joe. He will lead you to a car that will lead you to me after you give him these loaded shots. Do it now and be quick for Hobo Joe leaves the bus station for the shelter at 10 pm and then he’s in for the night. The sooner you get to Hobo Joe the sooner you will get to me and you shall have your revenge. 

Chem M

 

I wasted no time, and locked up and left. As I drove, some cop cars went the opposite direction. I hope they hadn’t spotted this Chem M who said he would help. But I thought nothing more of it.

 

I was at the bus station close to ten at night when I saw Hobo Joe, dressed in what looked like a cloak and robes all tattered and filthy. I could not see his face. He was expecting me.

“Payment for transit to the one who seeks you,” he said to me in a raspy voice that sounded like he had swallowed glass.

I gave him the loaded shots within the brown paper bag to conceal them and after inspection he signaled me to follow him three blocks away where a sedan was waiting. I turned to thank him but he had vanished already. Probably best, I thought. 

I got into the car from the back passenger seat,  when a muscular handsome black man in the driver’s seat pulled out a gun and said, “Hold up, are you packin, mother fucker?”

“N-no,” I squealed, “Chemical Mike told me to follow Hobo Joe to this car!”

“I know that, you son of a bitch! But are you armed?”

“No!” I groaned, “I don’t like guns!”

The man laughed and put his piece away, “Hold on then, sucka cuz we got one hell of a night to drive through.”

As I buckled my seat belt he floored the gas and sped out of town, and for two hours he drove and I sat silent. We stopped in the middle of the desert and then drove off road after passing a billboard that said, “SAFETY BELTS SAVE LIVES.”

We drove into wild country for about another hour thirty minutes before he stopped in front of a huge RV that looked really expensive located past what looked like a camp with tents and shanty structures. The RV was a shiny black with extended windows and what looked like running water and electricity, it also had satellite dishes on top. It was located next to a nice big bonfire not far from the settlement we walked through.

People were fucking around the fire, men and women, hopefully of age, naked and writhing against each other. The orgy distracted me a little because the man grabbed me and said,

“Pay attention muthafucka!” and he brought me into the RV.

It was so beautiful on the inside, bigger than what I expected, much larger than a bus, decked out with anything and everything the modern world had to offer. We walked into the living area where a gay porn was playing on a huge flat screen and it was being controlled from someone sitting a huge sofa chair away from where we came in so therefore it concealed whoever was sitting in it. I assumed it was Chemical Mike. The man left me with a warning,

“I am just outside that door, sucka,” he said cocking his gun, “all it would take is one wrong move and your ass is iced, got it?”

I nodded and he left me alone with the chair facing the monitor, which the monitor was around seventy inches at least. The porn flipped off and then there was a recording of me and Tyke that night! He had been spying on me! Then there were mini screens of Tyke meeting with a handsome Latin man during school, and Tyke getting fucked by him unbeknownst to them. This guy had been tracking Tyke’s pursuits. But why?

“You have been had, my friend,” a voice from the chair said as it slowly turned revealing a man in his late thirties. 

He was handsome with black hair, brown eyes and olive skin, slender, with a beard unkempt and kind of scraggly. His clothes were simple, a tee-shirt with plaid shorts and sandals, his outfit was in tones of red and brown.

“Your exboyfriend, our enemy, Tyke?” He said with his hands together on his lap, “has been a thorn in our side, no?”

“I’m sorry but what has he done to you?” I asked hoping it wouldn’t piss him off enough to call in that armed guard he had at the door.

“Well,”  he said as he stood up, “I’m jumping ahead here. First, let me introduce myself, I’m Mike.”

“Hello Mike,” I said and offered my hand to him, to which he refrained from taking, “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 bring twelve of my most successful plugs in the Palm Springs area already. I’m losing business because of this fuckhead, who thinks his shit don’t stink, 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.”

“I know,” he said and clicked the remote again to reveal the DEA at my house! “He’s found out your little secret, the tina vice you dabble in, and now plans to bury you with it.”

I was shocked beyond comprehension. That 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. I have placed a small acid bomb in there which activated after you shut and locked the safe. It will destroy everything 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. Many of these DEA fucks have lost fingers and face parts fucking with me and my clientele!”

“I don’t understand,” I replied, “What do I have to do with you?”

“Believe it or not,” Mike said walking up to me, “you are one of my favorite clients. You don’t rat my dealers out, 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. They are in prison 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,

“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 message into your abode. Plus I want to help you. I’ve been watching you for awhile, for reasons that are my own.”

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, “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.”

“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 walked around me, “I knew he was using you and I couldn’t figure out why he would. You’re smart and handsome and quite a catch.”

“A catch that caught the booty footy, 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, “but I too am HIV positive so...anyway, you’re undetectable now?”

“Yes,” I said reaching for my meds that were in my pocket, 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, “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 and 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 I agreed and he set me up in a tent outside 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.

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.”

So I learned all of the rules of the meth game. But that wasn’t all.

He taught me how to use a gun, how to tie someone up, he made me lift weights and had one of his men teach me hand to hand combat. How to subdue someone quickly and quietly. He 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...

I was doing push ups outside about ten yards from the RV and I was hot and sweaty 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 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 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. 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 pointed with 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 as I wrapped the tourniquet around my left bicep and pumped my hand. 

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 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 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,

“OH FUCK MY NUT MY FUCKING NUUUUUUUT UGH OH FUGGING FUUUUUUGGGEH!”

His spooge came out in chunks as his asshole 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 accomplished and I felt my fluidsfrom my face and chest falling in big drops upon him. I found chunks of 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, “Never.”

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. Mike had his car bugged so we listened in on his 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,

“Baby, I may be a few hours I gotta get past customs. Pray for me,” his Latin lover said.

“Don’t 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.”

“Fuck yes!” I said and kissed him without taking my eyes off of his vehicle, “Now what?”

“My men are 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 confessing that he is this Chemical Mike, and a map to my 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. But I was now a master of scaling walls and did so quickly and 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 used themselves and entered his bedroom and got into the 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. As soon as he entered the bathroom and I had him, stuffing the rag into his mouth before he knew what had happened. He was out like a light.

When Tyke came to, he saw me 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 beeped, 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 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. What a stroke of luck. I texted him back.

“You ready? The show is about to begin.”

“FUCK YES.” He texted back and so I pressed record and placed the phone directly in front of Tyke who was tied up and gagged 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 spread eagle and he was naked and squirming with his eyes open in fear. And so I began,

“No one can hear you. You’re hubby was busted for dope at the border after a friend of mine sent your phone conversation to border patrol. The DEA will be here to arrest you along with him 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 your closet with a safe containing several pounds of killer dope. So it looks like you and your man are fucked! Well you live and learn…”

I stressed that last part. 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, “Let me remind you; I said mark my words, you will suffer what I have suffered in one year from the day you fucked me royal and tried to ruin my life.”

I waved the loaded syringe up to his face and then injected it into my vein and pulled a good amount of blood out of my arm and removed the needle. 

“I...stopped taking my meds so...I am now viral. Guaranteed to infect you especially intravenously with a good amount of dope so the cops can find some corroboration with the set up…”

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 finally I grabbed him and my strength overcame his now with ease, unlike last time. He kept squirming so finally I barked,

“You fucking move and I’ll break this goddamn needle into your dick and leave your ass here to bleed to death in pain, in the dark, alone! Got it? Do not fucking move, you piece of donkey shit!”

He stopped and froze with his eyes wide open about to burst 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 up like saucers into the abyss. I went into the bathroom and came back out with a toothbrush, a nice Sonicare mechanical toothbrush that I had bought him, which I turned on.

“Hey this is the same on I bought for you!” 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 with hatred in his eyes thinking as I could tell, “you won’t get away with this,”

“Wipe that look off your mug 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. And 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 blood and tears ran down his face.

“That’s what I thought,” I chuckled and then I went to his hole with the toothbrush and stuck it in deep and turned it on to max speed.

“Say, where’s your little Asian friend? Did you dog him too in the end? Well doesn’t matter, anyway I’m gonna brush the inside of your asshole now so that when I fuck you, then my virus will definitely get into your blood stream, you know, in case the syringe didn’t work…”

I shoved the vibrating toothbrush up how ass violently and 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. After a few moments I ripped it out of him  walked back into the bathroom and threw the bloody thing into his expensive toilet and flushed it with the syringe. 

And then I pulled down my pants and my dick was limp but I fixed that with a caverject shot I had administered which got me so hard I could chisel 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 and I came over to him and lifted his hips up to my cock, which he tried to squirm one last time before I thrust my bloody gargantuan cock to the hilt inside of his blood soaked hole.

“Now bitch,” I said as I pumped him hard and heard his wails from his gagged that muffled only silent screams, “whose 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, 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, now he was. 

“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.

“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 was sorry for what he had done. 

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 it was too late. I despised him and wanted nothing more of him after I finished. 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…”

I shoved the undies into his mouth and he passed out. I turned the recorder on my phone 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 we live and learn don’t we Tyke? Well goodbye, my love. May winged demons carry you to Hell, where your infected ass belongs, fucking faggot!”

I punched him one more time in the face almost breaking his nose off, and finally I was done with him. Forever. I flushed any evidence of my presence in the room and 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.

Mike and I celebrated when we got to a nearby luxury hotel and 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 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…”

Tyke and his husband were arrested and Mike’s loyal employees were released and back on his payroll. They found the safe in the closet but they also found a safe under the expensive toilet in the bathroom full of not only product, but of child porn. Needless to say Tyke’s death warrant was signed. 

The last thing I ever heard about the whole ordeal, was when he 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 and his husband divorced him. Both of them were never heard from again.

As for Mike and me, we didn’t stay together. 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  I went back home we fucked a few times but then Mike disappeared. So after a year and 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, Mike the world’s greatest chemist?

 

 

[CMike1980]

Ok boys this is my edited copy so the grammar and spelling should be much better. Sorry about the format I have yet to figure it out. Any ideas? Email me. Thanks.

[bbdalbtm]

A yes pay back is a bitch.

[Monster5-8gPA]

CMike1980 incredible story you almost had me feeling sorry for Tyke! I guess he got what he needed in the end! 

[drscorpio]

On 7/14/2019 at 4:07 AM, CMike1980 said:

Sorry for the misspells and hard reading format, I don’t know how to edit or what to do. This site should be more user friendly. But alas, if you like I could email the script. My email is chemical_mike@yahoo.com. Have breeding zone as the title of your email and I’ll send you a better copy. Thanks and sorry guys!

Sorry our system is kind of clunky for this. What you did was the best solution. I have merged the two threads, so you can see all the comments. I deleted the old version as well. 

On 7/14/2019 at 7:25 AM, CMike1980 said:

Ok boys this is my edited copy so the grammar and spelling should be much better. Sorry about the format I have yet to figure it out. Any ideas? Email me. Thanks.

Here's how you handle the format issue. When you cut and paste from another app into BZ, you should see a little link at the bottom of the window where you pasted the story that offers you the option to "post as plain text." Click that link. It removes all the formatting from the other program,  so it looks like you just typed it into the window. That will take care of the majority of cases where the cut/paste story has a weird text color or size. 

[CMike1980]

On 7/14/2019 at 7:23 AM, CMike1980 said:

THE GIVING MAN (RE-EDIT)

I am HIV positive middle aged man in his mid forties that gives the gift of infecting those who choose to be infected with the virus. Judge away, it is of no concern to me. I was undetectable until a vicious villainous brat made me change my mind about my status. As a successful plot of revenge I let my status go from undetectable to infectious. Let me explain:

I'm a damn good looking guy, standing six feet, three inches, two hundred and thirty  pounds of hard hairy muscle, some would even call me a dashing, strapping stud on his way to silver fox daddy status. I’m also fairly wealthy to boot and the boys are easily seduced by my charms.

But it wasn’t always that way. I had gotten infected when I was thirty after participating in a gang bang conversion party. I was high from meth and I wasn’t sorry. I knew the risks and I still use from time to time. But I use it only for enhanced sex and never to to cope as most would say as an excuse for their addiction. I happen to be quite responsible when it comes to partying and I respect drugs, never abusing them.

So anyway to cut to the chase, shortly after I was diagnosed, I met an eighteen year old bottom boy who was cute as can be, red hair, blue eyes, fair skin with lots of hair everywhere, from chest to the rest, hair blanketed his heavenly slim form. Very sexy, and red heads who are handsome are exceptionally rare to me, sorry to most of you gingers out there, I mean no offense.

This guy was from a well off Christian family who disowned him for being gay, and threw him out on the street. I met him in Chicago during IML and he had lost his job and started selling himself to survive. He was fresh on the street and I could tell he had never done anything of this nature before. So I hired him for the night and pretty much he’s been with me ever since then. Well until a little over a year ago to be exact.

He had been with me for close to eight years. That’s how long I took care of this pariah, and had nothing to show for it. The thing is, we never fucked. Nope, not even a kiss or a blow job had come between us because I was that kind of chump that wanted his heart before sinking my thick hairy dick into his bubblegum colored asshole that I’m sure was covered in thick red hair.

His name was Tyke, (yeah go figure). We went to the Howard Brown Clinic there to get his test results to which we found out his wasn’t reactive to the instant HIV test, meaning he was negative. I got him some PrEP and told him to start taking it immediately, for it would keep him safe from the virus if he should ever decided to be a fucking cum dump or if somehow my meds couldn’t protect him. There’s always that slim chance.

So Tyke came home with me to Palm Springs, California where he wanted for nothing. I gave him everything he desired. I got him a car, his own room with toys like video game systems, he started working to which he only worked for a split minute before I encouraged him to just live off an allowance I was willing to give him. He sure acted like he loved me then but yet we still didn’t fuck. For some reason he had an excuse as to why he wouldn’t. The biggest and most important of these bullshit reasons was;

“I wanna save myself for marriage,”

“Ok,” I said one night to him.

I entered his room naked and wanting his youthful form to grind and take in my mature rock hard handsome form.

“I’m not ready for that either, I’m sorry!”

“No no,” I said like a fucking dimwit, “I was wrong to assume.”

He gave me a peck on the lips and smiled, “Good night,” and turned over and fell asleep soundly.

Frustrated at myself for thinking he was ready I went back into my room, slammed myself with some tina and jerked off all night to porn. This was my sex life for several years. What an idiot I was.

For months I would try and try to convince him that I loved him, which I did, and that I wanted to make him my husband, but he would avoid the subject and talk about going to school for psychology and then maybe afterward he would consider it, to which I funded his college along with all he ever wanted or needed. 

Then one year became seven years and he was in his mid-twenties, and he looked amazing. He was working out, eating right, and going to school, making good marks even graduating with a degree and starting his own practice. Needless to say I was proud of him, except he still refused me. I would remind him of his promise to consider it which he would aptly reply, 

“I’m still in the process,”

One night it would draw to a head, I was sick of his crap and he was starting to get on my nerves, expecting me to wait on him hand and foot. He also just assumed that I would buy him stuff without any gratitude.

Finally I was fed up with his refusal to marry me or to at least kiss me with some tongue. Come to find out he had his reasons and they surfaced. He had read my documents from the doctors office and didn’t tell me until I brought the subject of marriage up again to which he had a definitive answer,

“Sweetheart,” The faggot said in his tone of arrogance, “I will never marry you. First off you haven’t been honest with me about your status. You’re positive?”

“Yes, but I was never dishonest,” I answered to which he shook his head at me.

“Um yeah you were,” he sneered, “you didn’t tell me that you were so…”

“I never told you because it never came up,” I argued, “you never asked nor did it seem like you cared. Besides I’m undetectable do you know what that means?”

“Yes,” he said, with his now muscular arms crossed, “but you could still infect me.”

“Not if you’re taking your PrEP!” I said with irritation, “are you taking your PrEP?”

“That has nothing to do with it,” he said, the cocky dicksuck, “Besides, the man I would love and marry I wouldn’t need meds, nor would he to have sex with me. We wouldn’t be encumbered by such notions because we would be a natural couple with no need of pills or condoms or risks between us like other normal couples. You, however, are unnatural, and therefore you and I would never be.”

I was fucking livid, “I fucking supported you for these several years, giving you anything you wanted, paying your way, giving you opportunity you wouldn’t have had otherwise on the street as a hustler! How could you have such a disgusting and vile notion of the man who loved you unconditionally?”

“I never asked for all of this,” he said peering at his manicured nails, the fucking faggot, “you offered and I obliged. Who wouldn’t?”

I was torn apart by what he was telling me, “And what now, my love? Are you to expect me to support you after saying such atrocious words to the man who fucking loves you!?”

“Why no,” he said smiling, “the allowance you have allotted me has allowed me to accumulate my own wealth from these past years and now with my business up and going, and a nice chunk of change, for which I do appreciate, however, I am sorry to say your service is no longer needed.”

“My services?!” I barked. 

“I leave within the hour. I’ve had my stuff packed and shipped to my place in LA weeks before graduation. I have set myself up pretty nice now thanks to your generous yet gullible nature.”

I picked up a very expensive sculpture I had acquired in Spain, and threw it at him, to which he dodged and then tackled me. He was stronger and had me pinned to the floor of our living room, correction, MY living room, it was never his.

He laughed in my face and said, 

“Foolish old man, you didn’t really believe I would marry an infected piece of shit like you? I’ve fallen head over heels for a negative fellow. That’s right, I even have a boyfriend in the city waiting for me. He’s fucked me so many times I may be the first pregnant man without being transgendered. I got you good, my sweet friend. Oh well, we live and learn don’t we?”

We live and learn, I began to sob.

He laughed as he stood up and brushed himself off, 

“Oh boo-hoo, fucker! You had designs on me so obviously I felt no guilt twisting the trick upon you. It’s what I call a flip slip and it’s deserving of you to have such done to ya since you were so eager to fuck me with your infected cock!”

“Mark me, boy,” I said with tears of rage as I was getting up, “one year from now, it will be me who has the last chuckle of this whole charade. It will be you who weeps in the end and I who laughs at your demise.”

Tyke laughed so hard he almost fell backwards and then said, “Right, old man, whatever makes you sleep at night.”

Another man came from behind him, Asian, and well formed, but smooth. He had let himself in no doubt and Tyke was expecting him.

“Is everything ready,” Tyke said without taking his eyes off of me, “It’s time for me to get the fuck out of this dungeon.”

“Why yes,” the Asian said, “your lover awaits. Is all well here? Did you defeat this tyrant?”

Tyrant? So the fucker lied about me to make me the villain. Fucking piece of shit.

“He can no longer hurt me,” Tyke said, “he’s just a stupid lonely sad old man.”

As soon as I got up, Tyke kicked me back to the ground and I lay there in pain as they both left laughing. When I was finally able to stand I wailed in agony for the wrong that had been done. But at the time there was nothing I could have done. I crawled into my bed, and fell asleep. No more I could do for that day, except rest.

Two months passed and I was numb to the world. The only thing that mattered was getting that fuck head back. But how? I had no idea where he lived or how I could do justice to the insidious deed that he had done to me. 

That is until I met a man named Chemical Mike.

Chemical Mike was a chemist that cooked and sold the best meth in the land. He was a mystery, a legend, maybe even a myth, for no one had ever seen him before. I figured he was a conglomeration of dealers using his name as a false handle to throw off the law.

That is until he contacted me through a network of people he had working for him. At first it was a note in my stash of meth I kept well hidden in a safe beneath my floorboards in my closet. I was immediately shocked when I found the note with a couple of syringes filled with what I assumed was loaded shots. The note said;

I know of the sin committed against you and I want to help. Bring these to the bus station downtown and there you will meet a man who goes by the name Hobo Joe. He will lead you to a car that will lead you to me after you give him these loaded shots. Do it now and be quick for Hobo Joe leaves the bus station for the shelter at 10 pm and then he’s in for the night. The sooner you get to Hobo Joe the sooner you will get to me and you shall have your revenge. 

Chem M

 

I wasted no time, and locked up and left. As I drove, some cop cars went the opposite direction. I hope they hadn’t spotted this Chem M who said he would help. But I thought nothing more of it.

 

I was at the bus station close to ten at night when I saw Hobo Joe, dressed in what looked like a cloak and robes all tattered and filthy. I could not see his face. He was expecting me.

“Payment for transit to the one who seeks you,” he said to me in a raspy voice that sounded like he had swallowed glass.

I gave him the loaded shots within the brown paper bag to conceal them and after inspection he signaled me to follow him three blocks away where a sedan was waiting. I turned to thank him but he had vanished already. Probably best, I thought. 

I got into the car from the back passenger seat,  when a muscular handsome black man in the driver’s seat pulled out a gun and said, “Hold up, are you packin, mother fucker?”

“N-no,” I squealed, “Chemical Mike told me to follow Hobo Joe to this car!”

“I know that, you son of a bitch! But are you armed?”

“No!” I groaned, “I don’t like guns!”

The man laughed and put his piece away, “Hold on then, sucka cuz we got one hell of a night to drive through.”

As I buckled my seat belt he floored the gas and sped out of town, and for two hours he drove and I sat silent. We stopped in the middle of the desert and then drove off road after passing a billboard that said, “SAFETY BELTS SAVE LIVES.”

We drove into wild country for about another hour thirty minutes before he stopped in front of a huge RV that looked really expensive located past what looked like a camp with tents and shanty structures. The RV was a shiny black with extended windows and what looked like running water and electricity, it also had satellite dishes on top. It was located next to a nice big bonfire not far from the settlement we walked through.

People were fucking around the fire, men and women, hopefully of age, naked and writhing against each other. The orgy distracted me a little because the man grabbed me and said,

“Pay attention muthafucka!” and he brought me into the RV.

It was so beautiful on the inside, bigger than what I expected, much larger than a bus, decked out with anything and everything the modern world had to offer. We walked into the living area where a gay porn was playing on a huge flat screen and it was being controlled from someone sitting a huge sofa chair away from where we came in so therefore it concealed whoever was sitting in it. I assumed it was Chemical Mike. The man left me with a warning,

“I am just outside that door, sucka,” he said cocking his gun, “all it would take is one wrong move and your ass is iced, got it?”

I nodded and he left me alone with the chair facing the monitor, which the monitor was around seventy inches at least. The porn flipped off and then there was a recording of me and Tyke that night! He had been spying on me! Then there were mini screens of Tyke meeting with a handsome Latin man during school, and Tyke getting fucked by him unbeknownst to them. This guy had been tracking Tyke’s pursuits. But why?

“You have been had, my friend,” a voice from the chair said as it slowly turned revealing a man in his late thirties. 

He was handsome with black hair, brown eyes and olive skin, slender, with a beard unkempt and kind of scraggly. His clothes were simple, a tee-shirt with plaid shorts and sandals, his outfit was in tones of red and brown.

“Your exboyfriend, our enemy, Tyke?” He said with his hands together on his lap, “has been a thorn in our side, no?”

“I’m sorry but what has he done to you?” I asked hoping it wouldn’t piss him off enough to call in that armed guard he had at the door.

“Well,”  he said as he stood up, “I’m jumping ahead here. First, let me introduce myself, I’m Mike.”

“Hello Mike,” I said and offered my hand to him, to which he refrained from taking, “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 bring twelve of my most successful plugs in the Palm Springs area already. I’m losing business because of this fuckhead, who thinks his shit don’t stink, 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.”

“I know,” he said and clicked the remote again to reveal the DEA at my house! “He’s found out your little secret, the tina vice you dabble in, and now plans to bury you with it.”

I was shocked beyond comprehension. That 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. I have placed a small acid bomb in there which activated after you shut and locked the safe. It will destroy everything 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. Many of these DEA fucks have lost fingers and face parts fucking with me and my clientele!”

“I don’t understand,” I replied, “What do I have to do with you?”

“Believe it or not,” Mike said walking up to me, “you are one of my favorite clients. You don’t rat my dealers out, 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. They are in prison 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,

“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 message into your abode. Plus I want to help you. I’ve been watching you for awhile, for reasons that are my own.”

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, “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.”

“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 walked around me, “I knew he was using you and I couldn’t figure out why he would. You’re smart and handsome and quite a catch.”

“A catch that caught the booty footy, 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, “but I too am HIV positive so...anyway, you’re undetectable now?”

“Yes,” I said reaching for my meds that were in my pocket, 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, “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 and 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 I agreed and he set me up in a tent outside 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.

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.”

So I learned all of the rules of the meth game. But that wasn’t all.

He taught me how to use a gun, how to tie someone up, he made me lift weights and had one of his men teach me hand to hand combat. How to subdue someone quickly and quietly. He 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...

I was doing push ups outside about ten yards from the RV and I was hot and sweaty 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 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 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. 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 pointed with 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 as I wrapped the tourniquet around my left bicep and pumped my hand. 

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 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 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,

“OH FUCK MY NUT MY FUCKING NUUUUUUUT UGH OH FUGGING FUUUUUUGGGEH!”

His spooge came out in chunks as his asshole 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 accomplished and I felt my fluidsfrom my face and chest falling in big drops upon him. I found chunks of 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, “Never.”

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. Mike had his car bugged so we listened in on his 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,

“Baby, I may be a few hours I gotta get past customs. Pray for me,” his Latin lover said.

“Don’t 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.”

“Fuck yes!” I said and kissed him without taking my eyes off of his vehicle, “Now what?”

“My men are 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 confessing that he is this Chemical Mike, and a map to my 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. But I was now a master of scaling walls and did so quickly and 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 used themselves and entered his bedroom and got into the 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. As soon as he entered the bathroom and I had him, stuffing the rag into his mouth before he knew what had happened. He was out like a light.

When Tyke came to, he saw me 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 beeped, 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 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. What a stroke of luck. I texted him back.

“You ready? The show is about to begin.”

“FUCK YES.” He texted back and so I pressed record and placed the phone directly in front of Tyke who was tied up and gagged 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 spread eagle and he was naked and squirming with his eyes open in fear. And so I began,

“No one can hear you. You’re hubby was busted for dope at the border after a friend of mine sent your phone conversation to border patrol. The DEA will be here to arrest you along with him 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 your closet with a safe containing several pounds of killer dope. So it looks like you and your man are fucked! Well you live and learn…”

I stressed that last part. 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, “Let me remind you; I said mark my words, you will suffer what I have suffered in one year from the day you fucked me royal and tried to ruin my life.”

I waved the loaded syringe up to his face and then injected it into my vein and pulled a good amount of blood out of my arm and removed the needle. 

“I...stopped taking my meds so...I am now viral. Guaranteed to infect you especially intravenously with a good amount of dope so the cops can find some corroboration with the set up…”

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 finally I grabbed him and my strength overcame his now with ease, unlike last time. He kept squirming so finally I barked,

“You fucking move and I’ll break this goddamn needle into your dick and leave your ass here to bleed to death in pain, in the dark, alone! Got it? Do not fucking move, you piece of donkey shit!”

He stopped and froze with his eyes wide open about to burst 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 up like saucers into the abyss. I went into the bathroom and came back out with a toothbrush, a nice Sonicare mechanical toothbrush that I had bought him, which I turned on.

“Hey this is the same on I bought for you!” 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 with hatred in his eyes thinking as I could tell, “you won’t get away with this,”

“Wipe that look off your mug 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. And 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 blood and tears ran down his face.

“That’s what I thought,” I chuckled and then I went to his hole with the toothbrush and stuck it in deep and turned it on to max speed.

“Say, where’s your little Asian friend? Did you dog him too in the end? Well doesn’t matter, anyway I’m gonna brush the inside of your asshole now so that when I fuck you, then my virus will definitely get into your blood stream, you know, in case the syringe didn’t work…”

I shoved the vibrating toothbrush up how ass violently and 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. After a few moments I ripped it out of him  walked back into the bathroom and threw the bloody thing into his expensive toilet and flushed it with the syringe. 

And then I pulled down my pants and my dick was limp but I fixed that with a caverject shot I had administered which got me so hard I could chisel 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 and I came over to him and lifted his hips up to my cock, which he tried to squirm one last time before I thrust my bloody gargantuan cock to the hilt inside of his blood soaked hole.

“Now bitch,” I said as I pumped him hard and heard his wails from his gagged that muffled only silent screams, “whose 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, 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, now he was. 

“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.

“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 was sorry for what he had done. 

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 it was too late. I despised him and wanted nothing more of him after I finished. 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…”

I shoved the undies into his mouth and he passed out. I turned the recorder on my phone 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 we live and learn don’t we Tyke? Well goodbye, my love. May winged demons carry you to Hell, where your infected ass belongs, fucking faggot!”

I punched him one more time in the face almost breaking his nose off, and finally I was done with him. Forever. I flushed any evidence of my presence in the room and 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.

Mike and I celebrated when we got to a nearby luxury hotel and 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 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…”

Tyke and his husband were arrested and Mike’s loyal employees were released and back on his payroll. They found the safe in the closet but they also found a safe under the expensive toilet in the bathroom full of not only product, but of child porn. Needless to say Tyke’s death warrant was signed. 

The last thing I ever heard about the whole ordeal, was when he 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 and his husband divorced him. Both of them were never heard from again.

As for Mike and me, we didn’t stay together. 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  I went back home we fucked a few times but then Mike disappeared. So after a year and 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, Mike the world’s greatest chemist?

 

 

Wow! Thank you for this! I just saw it today. I did a final draft too a bit longer more dialogue and description not for the faint of hearts 

[CMike1980]

On 7/14/2019 at 4:46 AM, DCWildBtm said:

Great writing, excellent story! Just highlight the text with your cursor/mouse and it should show up in a contrasting light color to the dark. Or, copy/paste it into a word processing program and read it that way.

Awww shucks, thanks. It’s all apart of my art. I write, I fuck, and make all of that entertainment for you guys. I hope to do much better in expressing that for sure.

[CMike1980]

10 hours ago, drscorpio said:

Sorry our system is kind of clunky for this. What you did was the best solution. I have merged the two threads, so you can see all the comments. I deleted the old version as well. 

Here's how you handle the format issue. When you cut and paste from another app into BZ, you should see a little link at the bottom of the window where you pasted the story that offers you the option to "post as plain text." Click that link. It removes all the formatting from the other program,  so it looks like you just typed it into the window. That will take care of the majority of cases where the cut/paste story has a weird text color or size. 

Wow thank you kind sir! Pig on!

[CMike1980]

On 7/15/2019 at 12:13 AM, Monster5-8gPA said:

CMike1980 incredible story you almost had me feeling sorry for Tyke! I guess he got what he needed in the end! 

Thanks man! More to cum! Woof!