How I met my Daddy

[versmetropig]

On 3/28/2022 at 12:17 AM, TaKinGdeepanal said:

This is how every single boi should be treated by their Daddy. I'm sure that you would agree wholehearTedly, @versmetropig - and I'm sure you have something along the same lines planned for me later this year.

 

SomeThing along These lines, yes, wiTh my own special TwisT @TaKinGdeepanal

[PigGeorge]

Such a lucky boy to have found such a sexy Toxic TwisTed Slamming Daddy!

[TaKinGDeePanal]

8 hours ago, versmetropig said:

SomeThing along These lines, yes, wiTh my own special TwisT @TaKinGdeepanal

 

4 hours ago, PigGeorge said:

Such a lucky boy to have found such a sexy Toxic TwisTed Slamming Daddy!

I know of at least one TwisTed Slamming Daddy who I'll have the pleasure to meet in October.

If my reputation points were sufficiently high enough to be able to give a reaction, @versmetropig, it would definitely be oinking.

[joeri]

next chapter pleas

[BBLincoln]

This is an amazing story and certainly a very horny one. To have the imagination to be so creative is something wonderful. I hope there's more to cum!

[Jermbag]

Holy cow this story is so hot and well written. There is honestly not much in this story I wouldn't do if I was in his place. A bottoms wet dream.

[Guest]

On 3/28/2022 at 2:17 PM, TaKinGdeepanal said:

This is how every single boi should be treated by their Daddy. I'm sure that you would agree wholehearTedly, @versmetropig - and I'm sure you have something along the same lines planned for me later this year.

I case anyone is curious, these are just a sample of what various pnp daddies have done to me over the past few years. I hope some others of you are interested in having a piece of me.

 

Sweet cunt!! Nice!!

[Guest]

I need a new chapter, please!!! This is the best thing I have ever read. Superbe writing, great characters, I can really see and feel what the boy is going through! I wanna know what happens next, his physical and mental changes, and what Rick will do next!!

[rublthlad]

1 hour ago, Kubby said:

I need a new chapter, please!!! This is the best thing I have ever read. Superbe writing, great characters, I can really see and feel what the boy is going through! I wanna know what happens next, his physical and mental changes, and what Rick will do next!!

I agree another chapter, please we need to know what happens next

[sarahpalin]

Hey everyone, sorry if I haven't posted anything in a while, I'm currently working on another project (not suitable for this site) but will eventually get back to it. Thanks for the great comments, it means a lot.

 

[snmx518]

After reading it, I was very excited, maybe I also want to have such a daddy, that should be very good

[ProudPOZbttmboi]

Wish I was that boy and this man was my "New Daddy".

[Guest]

Very nice! Can’t wait for more! 

[sarahpalin]

Here is the sixth part of my story. The next chapter, part 7, will most likely be the final one of this series. Don't worry, I've already started planning a new one, which I'm sure you will enjoy just as much, maybe even more. Stay tuned!

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Part Six – Special Treatment 

 

I spent a lot of time, couldn’t even tell you nearly how much, in and out of consciousness after passing out. I can recall feeling very hot, and cold, and hot again. My head was always spinning, my body on fire, and there was always something in my ass fucking me or filling me with fluids. I had completely lost myself to the splashing and squishing sounds and feelings of the rubber, piss, sweat and cum I was bathing in, getting thrown around, pinned down and violated blissfully. My nerves were so fired up my brain was overloading with pleasure, and I wasn’t me anymore, I could only picture myself as a white fiery ball of ecstasy, and my ass hole was the at its center. 

 

I don’t know how much time had passed before I could come out of my trance just enough to realise that Daddy was standing beside me while I was still getting fucked, laying on my back and coming out of yet another black out. I looked up and saw a black rubber figure standing over me and pounding me. There was someone else than Daddy having their way with me, and I was slightly drawn back to reality. I was still feverish, but also high as fuck, in the same black rubber room, but now I could see several people around me, all dressed in rubber fetish gear, with a few leather-clad silhouettes here and there. Apparently, Daddy had called a party down there while I was passed out at some point earlier, and I was the center of attention. The man pounding my ass was completely covered in rubber and I couldn’t see his face. As I focused on him, I noticed there was a biohazard symbol, black matte against the black shiny suit, on his chest. I looked down and could see he was fucking me bareback, and I felt relief. I heard Daddy speak. 

 

“Looks like my boy is coming out of it. You ok, boy?”  

 

I could hear some light chatter and a few laughs around me.  

 

“Huh, huh...” was all I could muster. 

 

Daddy could see I had a puzzled look on my face. He smiled. 

 

“I thought I shouldn’t be too selfish, a new fuck toy with the fuck flu is such a rare occurrence that I couldn’t keep you all to myself. I brought the party down here and called a few more friends to show you off a little. My buddies here will take turns warming up their dicks with your flaming hot hole and fill you with a few more strains. Everyone here is poz, so don’t worry, not a single one of these fucks will be wasted. I also have my dear friend doctor Turner here...” 

 

Daddy turned around and pointed to a man dressed in a white latex medical uniform designed like it came right out of the 1950’s and made him look like some crazy evil scientist and gestured him to come nearer. 

 

“Dr. Turner is going to assist me in monitoring you so that we can get you as high as you possibly can be without risking any permanent damage. You are quite sick young man, and we’re going to make sure you get the right treatment.” He winked at me. “I got the best team together to take care of you. You’ll see.” 

 

He laughed for a few seconds. “Dr. Turner is a virologist and will take the opportunity to study your seroconversion and document everything. He will perform various tests and procedures on you with some special equipment. He is one of the top specialists on HIV, and of course, he is himself poz”. 

 

While Daddy was introducing me to Dr. Turner, the black figure pounding my ass was still going at it. Dr. Turner got closer to me and seemed to examine me, poking my body in various places with latex gloved hands like a doctor would do with his patient.  

 

“I’m very pleased to meet you, young man. Rick here told me a lot about you, it seems like he finally hit the jackpot. If only you knew how many times he told me about his special project of turning a young straight man like you into extreme gay sex. I could never hear the end of it! But now here you are. Rick told me you took to all of it very quickly, less than 24 hours to turn you around. That’s most impressive. You sure you’re straight?” Dr. Turner was teasing me and laughing, gazing upon my sweaty body being fucked mercilessly by a faceless rubber stud while actively seroconverting. 

 

“I don’t think I am anymore...” was all I could faintly manage to say. And it was true. As confused, high and tired as I was, I knew I hadn’t thought about women since that first time I saw Rick with his poz buddy, right before my life got turned upside down forever. Everything Rick did to me, the drugs, the sex, the brainwashing, it all made me forget about pussy entirely. Now all I wanted was cocks. Lots and lots of poz, toxic, big, veiny, hard and glistening cocks. My former identity was quickly becoming a distant memory. I was struggling to think about my past. I’m not sure how much time had passed since all this began, but I felt like my life had always been like that. And it was only the beginning.  

 

As I was pondering all of this, the rubber man fucking me tensed up and filled my guts with his toxic cum, shooting rope after rope of sweet thick poz juice deep inside me. Dr Turner gently grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away. 

 

“Enough for now, we must prepare our patient for the rest of his seroconversion session.”  

 

The Doctor snapped his fingers and almost instantly a half dozen guys started moving stuff around. I could barely pay attention as my head was still spinning and I was quite confused because of the fever and the drugs, but soon I saw a medical chair with stirrups being brought near me, and several carts with drawers and all kinds of medical items were pushed all around the chair. A couple of pair of arms lifted me from my rubber bed and before I knew it, I was all lubed up and slipped into a rubber catsuit covering me from head to toe. It was extremely tight and hugging me all over and truly felt like a second skin without any crease or loose part. Rick must have had it made to measure for me. I could feel my body temperature rise quickly as the rubber kept the heat inside, but after a few seconds I could feel air being blown on me by some invisible fan, regulating my temperature and providing relief. I was then installed on the medical chair, legs up in the stirs, ankles and thighs strapped, then my wrists, and finally my torso. In just a few seconds, I was secured and couldn’t move much more than a few millimeters. The air flow was redirected right at me so I could stay cool. The clash between my internal heat against the air-cooled rubber was very intense and unusual, but I loved it. Dr Turner got closer. 

 

“We have fitted you with a specially made rubber suit with a few features you might enjoy.” He grabbed something that looked like a needleless syringe at the end of a long tube. “There are several hypodermic ports on your suit that will let us hook you up on an IV so we can feed you nutrients, medicine and, of course, delicious drugs that will keep you awake, high and horny for the duration of this session.”  

 

He connected the tube to some metallic button that was on my arm, I could barely see it. I felt a little prick and a cold sensation. 

 

“There,” the doctor said, “we’ll fill you up with nutrients since you haven’t been eating anything in a while and likely won't eat solid food any time soon. You should start feeling better very quick. You’ll be a little more aware of what’s happening. On the other hand, I won’t do anything to lower your fever, merely stabilize it. We don’t want you to keep all your senses, after all, don’t we? Ha, ha, ha!” 

 

Dr Turner then took a black anesthetic rubber mask and raised it so I could see it well. There was a large rubber tube coming out of it and going to a machine with several gas tanks, meters and what looked like an accordion thingy. I wondered what that was for and what the doctor was going to do with this. He slowly started to lower the mask on my face. His speed was deliberate so that I could take a good look at it. The sight was intimidating, a dark rubber triangle with a hole in the middle, exhaling some unknown gas. I was getting turned on by my own fear and the weirdness of the situation. 

 

The mask was finally pressed firmly against my face, forming a tight seal. I tried to breathe but there was no air. I was surprised and started to gasp and struggle. 

 

“Calm down, young man, you are very, very sick. That’s why I must assume control of your body functions. Even your breathing will be controlled by me, starting right now.” 

 

As he said that, Dr Turner pushed on a lever, and I could hear a loud hiss coming from the machine he was standing next to. The accordion bag quickly inflated and deflated, pushing a rush of air into the mask stuck on my face, forcing me to breathe in. Once my lungs were full, the machine went into reverse and sucked all air from my lungs, just to do it all over again. If I tried to breathe myself, it wasn’t working. I was at the mercy of the machine and couldn’t do anything but let it breathe for me. I felt a rush of heat coursing all over my body against the rubber suit covering me and felt very helpless trying to pull against my bonds holding me firmly in place.  

 

While I was trying to get used to the rhythmic forced breathing I was being subjected to, Dr Turner got out of my field of view. Daddy came closer to me and started caressing and squeezing my body tenderly. I was starting to wonder where he was and felt relief seeing him near me.  

 

“You look wonderful my boy, hooked to this machine. You enjoy it, don’t you, that complete loss of control, right? Are you starting to understand what it truly means to be my slave? To be owned by me? Aren’t you glad you surrendered your life, body and mind to me? I’m so proud of you boy, so happy I found you. You’re so happy I found you too. With these bonds, with these machines, with my virus, my friends, within your slavery and submission I finally set you free. This is what you’ve been looking for your whole life. You just didn’t know where to look.” 

 

Daddy was right. Before I met him, I always knew there was something missing from my life, something I wanted but never knew what it was. I was without purpose and aimlessly going through life, completely lost and desperate. I was finally at my place. I had found my purpose and I didn’t want to change it for anything. Being reminded of this was comforting and Daddy knew it. He would use this in the future to further control me and increase my already complete submission to him. Being his slave, being owned by him, stripped of my freedom, infected with his virus, bound to him by this disease, used as an object with no way out or back to my old life was turning me on like crazy. It was a never-ending source of pleasure and ecstasy. Daddy grabbed my cock and I realized I was extremely hard, which was starting to feel unusual since all the chemicals I was taking prevented erections. The focus was pretty much always on my ass since the beginning and made me kind of forget about my cock. He started slowly jerking me off and precum started oozing out of it. He stopped. 

 

Dr Turner came back in my view, holding a clear plastic tube with a latex membrane inside it in front of my eyes to show me.  

 

“I think you are familiar with this device, as your Daddy told me. We are going to use it to further our control over your body and extract samples of your sperm throughout your conversion. Will be interesting to measure any changes it will go through. You’re going to enjoy this. No matter what we pump into your system, you will be forced to stay hard”.  

 

With that said he got the tube close to my cock, and as it barely touched the tip my cock was swallowed almost violently by the strong suction of the device. It felt amazing and I tried letting out a cry in my breathing machine, but without any control over my lungs I couldn’t manage to make a sound. The base of the tube reached my groin, my cock completely buried in the tube. The tube pulled so strongly I was afraid it would rip my cock off, but just a second later it let go of it, just to swallow it again. And just like that, I was being slowly milked like a cow. 

 

So now I was tied up, rubbered up, my breathing machine controlled, and my cock slowly milked, feeling very hot and dizzy due to the fever, at the center of a huge orgy, my legs held wide apart and my gaping and oozing hole in full view and accessible to anyone, feeling totally vulnerable. I tried to take a look around and saw several men having sex in various ways. I saw a black rubber guy fucking some dude in chaps, another pissing in a dude’s mouth. There was someone being fisted on a sling. And that was only in front of me, I could hear a whole lot more coming from the sides and behind me, but I couldn’t move my head to see. The moans and sounds fed my arousal, and I couldn’t wait to get to the next part of my “treatment”.  

 

Daddy was standing once again in front of me. He grabbed my thighs and squeezed them hard all over, smiling and moaning.  

 

“I sometimes find it a bit paradoxical how much I enjoy a rubbered boy, and how much I hate condoms and safe sex. I wish I could keep you permanently locked into a rubber suit, make you my rubber gimp. You look so sexy, all tight, slick and shiny like that. Maybe at some point I’ll permanently rubberize you. Further erase your identity and truly mold you to my will. We’ll see. But don’t worry, that latex is never getting on my dick, or any dick that will fuck you in the future.” 

 

As he was speaking, and as I was picturing myself being locked forever in this latex outfit, I could feel something changing in my breathing. Dr Turner, next to me, was pushing some buttons and my next inhale was different. Poppers! I was fed a massive dose of pure amyl once, twice, and again, and again. Ten massive hits before regular air came back. By the last hit I was seeing stars and flying high. I could feel my hope gaping more than ever and my cock somehow getting even bigger in the milking tube. The rubber on my skin felt electric and I was starting to get desperate to get fucked. I didn’t have to wait long before Daddy buried his cock deep in my ass and started slowly fucking me.  

 

“Oh god, my boy, you ass is exquisite.” 

 

He didn’t last long before emptying his balls inside me. Being fucked while hooked up to this breathing machine felt very strange and uncomfortable to say the least, as I couldn’t regulate my breathing to match what I was feeling, the pleasure and pain from having a huge dick ramming my hole and stretching my ass muscles and nerves. I just had to let it happen, but it wasn’t easy at all. Daddy got out and Dr Turner took his place. He unbuttoned his rubber trousers and got his massive cock out. I was impressed, he was just as big and large as Daddy.  

 

“Time to see what Rick was raving about. You ready?” 

 

I tried to reply but was quickly reminded that it was impossible to talk or move so I just let him enter me. His poz cock got in like it was nothing, my ass being already well prepared, stretched out and lubed with lots of poz cum and silicone oil. In under a second the doctor was completely buried inside, and he let out a loud moan. 

 

“Woah, your Daddy wasn’t kidding. Your hole is one-of-a-kind warm tight thing. I may have to schedule frequent follow-up appointments for my new patient, young boy. This is a true delicacy.” 

 

Dr Turner started picking up the pace but eventually matched the rhythm of the breathing machine so he would go in and out twice with every breath. I could see Daddy behind him fiddling on the machines. A new sequence of popper hits was administered, and I was once again flying with the doctor’s dick pleasuring my hole. I suddenly felt the urge to beg for his poz toxic cum but since I still couldn't talk, there was only a weird guttural moan coming from my throat, ripped out by the breathing machine extracting air from my lungs against my will. 

 

“You enjoy your treatment so far, boy?” Dr Turner asked with a grin. “We’re just getting started. I have brought several of my “patients” here with me. Of the top of my head, I’d say we have at least 6 or 7 different HIV strains which will be administered to you, all anally, over the next few hours. I’ll be monitoring your viral load in the coming hours, days and weeks and see what stuck. You’ll become so toxic we’ll have to contain you here forever before you become a public health hazard, boy!”  

 

He started laughing while still fucking me. I could tell he was really enjoying this scenario, which was all too real, even if it looked like he was joking. I was enjoying it just as he was. The thought of becoming so toxic I had to be contained was strangely appealing to me and turning me on even more. Daddy was hearing it all and enjoying it just as much. He got close to my ear and started whispering. 

 

“That’s right boy, you’re getting exactly what you wished for. We’re turning you into something barely human anymore. A mere object of pleasure, a rubber toxic gimp, a danger to society, a bioweapon I can use to inflict pleasure and pain. The blood and cum I’ll extract from you will be so toxic and dangerous it will attract all the bug chasers and HIV perverts all over the world. You will become a legend. How does it feel, boy? How does it feel to become what everyone normal fears but all the twisted perverts like you and me crave so badly? You are the vessel to all perversion, pregnant with the promised gift soon available to all the sick fucks who want it, either knowingly or not.” 

 

All this talk from Daddy and the pounding from Dr Turner got me so turned on that I could feel my dick starting to twitch inside the milking tube as my orgasm was exploding. The machine kept pumping rhythmically like nothing was happening, completely oblivious to my spasms and the cum I was feeding it. It never slowed down, nor picked up speed. It remained steady and pumping, mindlessly ready to collect as many loads as necessary, no matter how I felt about it. As my orgasm subsided, the pounding and the pumping kept going like nothing happened. I quickly got uncomfortable and wanted it to stop, and my Daddy knew it. He got back the machine once again and I soon felt something cold in my arm. Suddenly the breathing machine disengaged, and I could breathe on my own, just in time for a violent cough to hit my lungs, the now familiar sensation of being slammed taking me to yet another high of horniness.  

 

“Your fever has gone down a little bit in the last hour, we can try some stronger medicine for your treatment without risk. Enjoy the ride boy, you have a very long session ahead of you.” 

 

As my senses were coming back following the slam, Dr Turner picked up the pace and was now going really fast in my ass. I could feel his dick getting larger as he was nearing an orgasm, right before he exploded with a scream and shot rope after rope of poz cum deep inside my guts. As I was getting used to breathe on my own once again, Dr Turner pulled out with a satisfied look on his face, stepped back to the machine, pulled a lever and the breathing machine reengaged, once again controlling my breathing. I realized I really enjoyed the feeling of having no control over my most basic bodily functions and relaxed, letting the machine do its thing. My mind gradually disconnected from what was going on around me. I could hear Daddy and Dr Turner yelling something about forming a line and taking turns, as another rubber man with a bright red biohazard symbol on his chest was taking place in front of me and filled my ass with a new poz cock, satisfying my growing animalistic hunger fed by the slam and another round of popper breathes. Behind the shiny black and red rubber figure I could see at least a dozen guys waiting for their turn, some holding their cock, some jacking off or blowing their neighbor. My pleasure kept growing more and more until I lost track of my thoughts and sensations, riding the very long wave which seemed to have no end. 

 

[Guest]

WOW!!😈😈☣☣ I dont want this to end so soon! Great job, you are an amazing storyteller!!