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Can you guys write some more bug chasing stories about celebrities!! It be so hot read like the Shawn Mendes one!! Would love to read about more famous guys getting the bug 

 

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As with every other part, this is a work of fiction and should not be taken as truth or re-enacted.

Part 4: The Dairy Farm

Shawn was looking at himself in the mirror, putting on the same tight black suit that he wore for D-Day. It had been three months since that fateful night. The amount of stress Shawn was put under that night forced him to rest for two days, but not long after he started hitting up the bathhouses and cruising spots again. The third night he spent in a bathhouse sling he was reunited with with the man who kissed him on D-Day, the man he had dreamed about the whole two days he was resting. 

"Hello again, fag!" The man yelled at him.

"Fuck me. Recharge me!" Shawn yelled back.

"Woah woah woah boy, you don't get to tell me what to do! Am I right gentleman?" 

All the men watching him began to spit on and slap Shawn, booing him and refusing to give him their loads. Shawn was in shock. Could these men really just not make him a cum dump? 

"You need to learn a lesson, boy. Everyone, get out, he doesn't deserve anything. And you, call me Sir."

"Yes, Sir!" Shawn said.

Once everyone was out of the room, Sir looked down at Shawn. He spat in his face. "You pathetic slut, look at your face." He held up a mirror to Shawn's face, revealing the massive cold sores he had on the edges of his lips. "Why should you get any loads?"

"Because I want them. I'm young and hot. I will satisfy all of the superior men."

Sir spat in his face again. "Do you know who I am?"

Shawn shook his head.

"My name is Joshua. I'm your manager's, John's, uncle. I own you."

Shawn's cock got hard.

"I've been instructed to get you under control. We start with that," he said as he pointed at Shawn's big cock. Before he new it, Sir was locking his cock up in the smallest chastity he had ever seen. Then, a collar was pit around his neck and Sir pulled out a remote. 

Shawn began to violently shake his head when all of a sudden an extremely large shock  went through his body. "You will now obey my every command. Anytime you make a misstep, you get shocked. You are coming home with me and you will undergo months of training. On D-Day, you should have received every other STD, at the end of the next three months, if you test positive for all of them, you will be rewarded. Let's go." With that, the Sir put his arm around Shawn's waist and walked out with him. The men admired one wasted, lesion-covered, scrawny body next to a young, tight, and healthy body.

Shawn then entered the hardest three months of his life. He was required to participate in intense crossfit exercises everyday, cook, clean, take discipline, and repeat multiple mantras. At the end of the three months, Sir took Shawn into the doctor's office for testing. His viral load had grown, T-cell count went down, and he tested positive for syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes, HPV, and chlamydia. Sir congratulated him and made Shawn leave before treatment was offered. "Your training was successful, tell me, what is most important for you?"

"To only take toxic diseased cock. No more clean guys. No more neg guys."

"Good boy. I have a reward for you. At home you will find your new uniform, the all black suit you wore for D-Day. John has purchased multiple of them for you as you will be wearing black everyday, black fo death. Be ready by six and then I will bring you to the dairy farm."

Shawn was ecstatic. He ran upstairs the second he got home, which was now the abandoned house that he was converted in. Shawn put on his tight black suit and admired how far he had come. He was constantly thinking of what happened at the dairy farm. Was he going to drink the cum of poz fags who were hooked up to milking machines? Be hooked up to one himself? Before he could think of anything else, a knock came on his door. It was Sir, his cock strained in his cage, and he left.

Sir drove Shawn up to a large barn and led him up to the door. "Repeat what is best for you."

"Taking toxic dirty cocks only." Shawn said.

"That includes hot cocks right?"

"Yes, Sir. Only ugly toxic men can fuck me now."

"Good. Welcome to the dairy farm, I assume you will have fun." Joshua opened the barn door for Shawn, revealing cows on the sides of the barn, and a hoard of at least 80-100 men, who looked to be in the end stage of AIDS like Joshua, in the middle. There were no milking machines and no bags full of cum. Shawn knew what he had to do.

Once the barn door closed, all you could hear was the click of Shawn's boots on the ground. It was hot, very hot, Shawn was going to sweat just as he could smell on all these men. The more he looked, the older and less well kept their bodies looked. Then Shawn saw it...

All of these men were uncut. Once he got to the center, he got down on his knees and the crowd closed in on him. Shawn was spat on and beat with the mustiest cocks he had ever smelled. Fuck, he wanted this so bad.

Finally, he stuck out his tongue and he began to suck lick some of the cocks. All he could taste was...dick cheese! Fuck! The dairy farm! All of these men had smegma and it made Shawn so horny. He gave a big bright smile and then began to suck. He loved everything he was tasting and smelling. This is what he was born to do. Men started cumming down his throat, on his suit, and eventually they began to breed him. Shawn knew better than to say anything.

By the end of his breeding, he was so exhausted that he was laying on the dirty ground, staring at the ceiling. "I think he's ready," a random man said. All of the nasty guys who had just used him up began to laugh. Shawn smiled. "Stick out your tongue, boy." 

Shawn did as he was told when all of a sudden the slop that farmers use to feed pigs was being thrown on him in buckets. 

"Rub it in!"

"Taste it faggot!"

Shawn did everything he was told. Fuck, why was this so hot. The men began to laugh at him as he played around in the slop. Shawn had reached a new level of being a pig boy and he knew all he wanted was to come back to the dairy farm.

And hour after the men had left him laying on the ground covered in slop, men in hazmat suits once again entered and collected Shawn.

To be continued....

 

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As always, this story is a work of fiction and should not be re-enacted in real life.

Part 5: The Wheel

Shawn was beginning to fall ill for weeks at a time. It had been a month since his first trip to the dairy farm and he had been back twice since. Whenever he wasn't ill, Joshua would make Shawn go to the local crossfit gym to make sure his body was in tip top shape.

Before Shawn would get his desire of a fourth trip to the dairy farm, Joshua made him go visit the doctor. As expected, the doctor was not happy with him.

"Shawn, I have bad news. You have become resistant to HIV medication as it appears you've been superinfected, meaning you have acquired multiple strains. Our tests show you have HIV-1 C, D, A, and H as well as ghonorrea, herpes, syphillis, HPV, and chlamydia. Your viral count is over 500k. This is very serious Shawn. Not only do I need to get you immediate treatment for these STI's, I think we need to check you in to the psychiatric ward."

Shawn swallowed. His mouth was covered in cold sores and his cock burned from leaking discharge.

"I will go get the paperwork."

With that, Shawn left the doctor's office immediately and returned to John and Joshua with the news. They were delighted.

"Your mission is almost complete," John said. "Josh, would you like to tell him?"

Shawn looked confused.

"There's been a slight change of plans for this evening." Joshua said.

"Sir please! I want to go to the d-" Shawn was slapped across the face.

"I'm not finished!" Joshua yelled. "If you would have read your contract before you signed it, you would have seen that you are to get AIDS in a year's time as well as every strain of HIV that is possible. Tonight, we will make sure that will happen."

Shawn licked his lips and smiled. 

"If you will turn around, you will find we have a special suit for you to wear this evening. It is not your normal black, this time it is red, the color of blood."

Shawn turned around and saw a red three piece suit, with a white shirt, no tie as usual. He quickly got dressed and headed down to the van.

Shawn was blindfolded when he arrived at a new warehouse and pulled out of the van. He was quickly ordered to remove his jacket and cuff his sleeves. Shawn was so excited for what was about to happen.

"Now take off your blindfold," he was ordered.

"Yes, sir," Shawn said. He took his blindfold off as was disappointed to see that there were only 9 men. Then he looked down and saw a large wheel with cuffs for where a man's wrists and ankles would go.

"Each of these nine men have a strain of HIV-1 or 2 that you do not have. Tonight, you will become the ultimate human petri dish, and to ensure that you take each of their strains, not only will they fuck you, they will also slam you."

Each man pulled out a syringe that was filled with their blood. 

"Lay down on the wheel, spread out those arms and legs."

Shawn swallowed and did has he was told. Once he was all strapped in, the wheel spun. The man he has facing with his legs open to began to smile. Before he new it the syringe had been jabbed in his arm and the wheel spun again. Once shawn's arm had been torn up with blood slams, each man bred him once, twice, even a third time. 

All nine men left Shawn alone. He laid there for strapped to the wheel for almost a day before he became extremely ill. That was when the men in hazmat suits came and retrieved Shawn, only this time he was conscious for his collection.

Three weeks later Shawn returned to the doctor's office where he got a scolding. His viral load has spiked, already over 1.5 million. "You have AIDS, Shawn. You've progressed so quick I would say you have maybe one week." With that, the doctor stormed out of the examination room.

Shawn licked his lips and texted Joshua.

Stay tuned for the final installment...

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This is a work of fiction and is not meant to be re-created.

Part 6: Descendants

Shawn was having check ups everyday. It had been six days since his doctor declared he had AIDS. He now had a viral load of over 2.8 million and only about 21 CD4 cells left. He couldn't stop leaking, he felt sexy. 

Once he returned home, the old abandoned house where he was converted, he laid down on the couch and was approached by Joshua. He was so toxic, barely anyone would speak to him anymore.

"Undo your trousers," Joshua said.

Shawn stood up and did as he was told. Joshua grabbed his cock and quickly unlocked his cage. Shawn looked confused.

"You have one part of your contract left that you need to fulfill. Tonight, you will poz someone, a fan."

Shawn was surprised he had any fans left.

"Believe it or not you gained a few twisted fans when your conversion got released and a few never stopped loving you. We put out a competition to see who gets your seed and we have those results."

Shawn smiled, he couldn't wait to fill someone up with his death seed.

"His name is Christian, he just turned 20, is a virgin, and in college. He will be here tonight. Once you breed him, you are no longer ours and you can see yourself to the street."

"Now, go get ready."

Shawn was ecstatic, his body was having aches and burns all over but he couldn't wait. He looked down at his cock, which he hadn't seen in a while, and realized he had grown a few warts. He opened up his closet to pull out his black suit, the color of death, and realized he only had one left. Shawn felt his cock twitch and licked his lips.

"Alright, sign here and here and here." John was saying to Christian. 

Christian signed as quickly as possible, not bothering to read through any of the text, unaware he will become the property of John and Joshua once he is bred and also unaware how highly toxic Shawn is.

"Alright let's get some photos taken," John said. "Stand up over there and pose for us, then slowly begin to strip." 

It's a shame this boy won, John thought. Beautiful face, plump limps, rock hard abs, blonde hair, blue eyes, round firm bubble butt. This boy was perfection and his cock was twitching.

"Are you ready?" John asked.

"I was born ready." Christian said.

John led him into the dark room where Shawn was converted. He put him up in the sling and strapped him in and walked out of the room, closing the door and leaving it pitch black.

One hour later, Shawn was standing outside the door, straightening his suit and making sure his cock was rock hard. He felt awful, every movement hurt, but he felt sexy. Lucky enough for him he progressed so fast his body wasn't able to waste, not that he wouldn't have sexy then, but he did enjoy filling out his suits well. With that final thought, Shawn entered the room.

Christian looked up, one overhead light turned on allowing him to see Shawn slowly walk towards him. All he could hear was the deep click of his boots on the floor. He looked at Shawn's cock, clearly being effected by a viagra because damn it was massive. And before he knew it, Shawn's 6'2" stature was standing over him. Christian noticed lots of marks all over Shawn's body, they must be the lesions everyone talks about. Fuck he's perfect. Then all of a sudden something rough penetrated his hole.

Shawn was tearing up Christians hole with a dry toothbrush. Once he saw blood, he constricted Christian's neck, licked his lips, and slammed his cock in. A very long and loud scream was heard, even the neighbors would know what is happening. Shawn pounded for all of five minutes before rope after rope of cum had entered Christian's ass. 

Christian gasped for air as Shawn let his neck go, his face had begun turning purple. He looked up expecting to see Shawn but only saw the top of his hair. He tried to sit up but only saw Shawn sitting on the floor, panting.

Shawn felt sexier than ever. He licked his lips one final time and collapsed to the floor.

One hour later men in hazmat suits entered the room. They picked up what was left of Shawn and brought him downstairs for what was supposed to be "blood collection." 

Then another man in a hazmat suit, who Christian recognized to be John, approached him. He instructed him to blow that final neg load, and then before he knew it, his cock was locked up.

"Silly boy, if you would have read that contract you would know you are my new property. Not that you'll last long. You see, Shawn was a walking petri dish and we believe was the most toxic person in the world. That's why we're saving his blood, it'll get us good money at auction or at least some fun use. We'll see how well you can take his load, but in the mean time, let me show you to your room." John chuckled under his hazmat suit.

It only took Christian three months to get to where Shawn was, all from that one load. Now, Christian was standing outside the door to the playroom, all done up in a black suit like Shawn, ready to convert the next boy who has fallen prey to John. His shirt buttoned low to make his biohazard tattoo -- and now lesions -- visible. "This is it," he thought. He felt so sexy. Christian licked his lips and went in.

The End.

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