From Pastor to Pozzed Hole

[ijoey]

On 8/14/2023 at 10:23 PM, Heir2012 said:

This I know well. That's why I try for Sundays. 

you know me so well 

then again sluts are predictable 

[DallasPozzible]

Whew! Just caught up. Thanks for an amazing story. Sorry I didn’t leave many reactions. I run out of them pretty quickly each day. 

[Heir2012]

Part 36 Saturday Night

[gingerdaddyG]

58 minutes ago, Heir2012 said:

Part 36 Saturday Night

Really looking forward to it - thanks @Heir2012!

[ijoey]

15 hours ago, Heir2012 said:

Part 36 Saturday Night

look forward to it Sunday Morning all alone in bed while the wife is at church just me, my ipad and this hot story

[Heir2012]

Part 36: (A Medical Procedure)

I slicked the dildo up with a fair amount of lube, watching as Doctor Wade pumped Peter’s cock, causing the sick man’s body to shiver.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Flanagan?” Doctor Wade asked, his thumb running over the glands in a circular motion. “Please be honest. It’s important to be honest with your doctor.”

“Yes, doctor,” Peter moaned, his hands reaching up and pinching his nipples, fingers moving through his sweat-drenched chest hair.

“I believe my patient is in need of a special procedure,” Doctor Wade said, his hand moving down to the base and squeezing. His other hand cradled his balls, moving them in his palm. “Yes, I believe you may have a powerful buildup of potent, toxic cum trapped in your manly balls. I’m afraid we just can’t have this if you’re to get better.”

“What can you do, doctor?” Peter asked.

“I think my assistant,” Doctor Wade said, looking back at me, “can assist us in extracting the precious cum we’ve all been waiting for.”

“I’m ready,” I said, winking at him.

“Shall we begin?”

I crawled onto the bed and moved with Doctor Wade, him lifting one leg while I lifted the other.

“Are you ready, Mr. Flanagan?”

“Yes, doctor,” Peter said, looking at both of us with an expression that proved how much he wanted this transformation. He finally achieved what he had wanted for so long. Not only was he now poz, but he was starting out on a new journey, discovering what he wanted. I could see in his eyes the images of all the men he wanted to fuck, all the men he wanted to be fucked by, and all the men swimming in the sea of poz cum he would now drown the world in. I knew I would be one of those men, and I was thankful.

I moved the dildo to his hole, a hole I was familiar with, a hole I loved fucking, and pressed gently, watching as the blue head slid inside him, opening him up.

“Fuck,” Peter moaned, his hands running over his body, his mouth open in a silent cry as he welcomed this new object into his body. “More,” he finally said, his ass grinding against the dildo. “Fill me. Fill me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!”

“If that’s what the patient needs,” I said, pushing the dildo further into his hole, the base reaching his hairy hole and causing his back to arch. His pelvis started thrusting into the air, fucking Doctor Wade’s hand.

“Fuck,” Peter cried, his hands grabbing the sheets, his dick kicking in Doctor Wade’s grasp, pre-cum dripping out in a flood.

“I think the patient is accepting the procedure well,” Doctor Wade said, smiling at me. “We should take a sample to study.” He leaned forward and licked up Peter’s shaft, collecting the pre-cum on his tongue. “What a delicious sample.” He let go of Peter’s cock, his hand covered, and moved it to me. “Taste.”

I opened my mouth and he slowly stuck his finger into my mouth, running it over my tongue. I could taste Peter along with Doctor Wade. My cock was throbbing, unable to believe the scene I found myself in. “It’s incredible.”

“It’s all yours,” Peter said. “I’m all yours.”

“Make sure you’re really grinding the head against the prostate,” Doctor Wade told me, squeezing out more of Peter’s pre-cum on his hand, using it to slick up his dick. “You do leak a lot of cum.” He moved his cum-covered hand to his naked body and rubbed it over his own chest, covering him with Peter’s essence. “We need to make sure we can extract that cum as soon as possible and as many times as possible.”

“Absolutely.” I tilted the dildo, knowing where Peter’s prostate was having fucked against it so many times before. Just as with Dom, I knew Peter’s body well, and I knew how to control his body and fill every part of him with waves of pleasure. I slowly pulled the dildo out, watching it slide out of his hole, the hairs surrounding his hole clinging to the dildo, his legs shaking from the pressure I provided. “You like that?”

“I fucking love it,” Peter said, his chest heaving, sweat pouring from his body. I leaned forward and kissed the leg I held, holding it close to my face, watching as I caused his body to writhe.

“This is what you’ve wanted?” Doctor Wade asked. “This is what you needed?”

“It’s… everything,” Peter said. “I can feel it,” he moaned. “I can feel it. I can feel the poz cum. It’s filling me.”

“We need to get it out of you,” Doctor Wade told him, jerking his cock faster, Peter’s balls bouncing, slowly pulling into his body. “If you want to feel better, if you want to be a true poz man, you need to blow your first poz load.”

“Yes,” he said, looking at us both. “Please. It’s all I want. It’s what I need.”

I jerked the dildo into his ass, moving it against Peter’s prostate, milking him. Pre-cum continued leaking out of his cock, dripping over Doctor Wade’s hand and Peter’s balls, creating more lube for the dildo, pushing poz pre-cum into his body. “You’re filling your own body with poz cum,” I said, manipulating the dildo to send chills throughout his body.

“Fuck,” Peter cried, his body shaking, our grip on his legs tightening. “I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming!”

“Do it,” Doctor Wade shouted, his grip tightening, his pumping faster, centralized on the head which was a dark purple. “Blow you first poz load you fucking slut.”

“FUCK!” Peter’s body lifted off the bed as cum shot out of his dick, sprayed high in the air, splattering over his poz body, mixing into his sweat and hair.

“Fuck,” Doctor Wade shouted, watching with wide eyes as Peter continued to cum, pooling over Peter’s stomach, covering Doctor Wade’s hand. A few shots splattered his body, Doctor Wade looking at me with wonder. “He’s incredible.”

“He’s a god,” I told him, leaning forward and taking Peter’s dick in my mouth, tasting the cum I’d loved before, knowing it was now toxic. It was still flowing out of him, filling my mouth.

“How’s it taste?” Doctor Wade asked.

“Potent,” I said, licking my lips. “Very potent.”

Doctor Wade smiled and leaned forward, grabbing my chin and bringing his lips to mine. We kissed, Peter’s poz cum moving between us as we tasted each other and the sweet nectar.

“I’d forgotten how incredibly hot you are,” Doctor Wade told me, grinning as I leaned forward, following after his lips.

“You too,” I said. I pulled the dildo out of Peter’s hole, admiring the ass juice covering the blue silicone.

Doctor Wade took the dildo out of my hand and admired it. “Mr. Flanagan, you were a good boy today. Your doctor is proud. How about a lollipop?”

Peter’s hand reached out and took the dildo, his orgasm and poz-confused brain unaware of what he was holding when he brought it to his mouth and licked the blue shaft.

“That’s a good patient,” Doctor Wade said. “That buildup of poz cum won’t bother you anymore.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” I told him, reaching over and grabbing Peter’s already hardening cock. “I think the patient could go again.”

“Then we should get to work,” Doctor Wade said. “This time, let’s take a more ‘invasive’ angle to the treatment.” Doctor Wade climbed off the bed, and I followed, Peter still admiring the dildo. “Pull his ass to the edge of the bed.”

I did as he said, Peter moaning as he filled his mouth with the dildo.

“Are you ready for another procedure?” Doctor Wade asked Peter.

Peter nodded, smiling. “Please, sir.”

“Then let’s get started,” Doctor Wade said, reaching down and scooping up the large puddle of cum collected on Peter’s stomach. “A doctor must be properly prepped.” He smeared the cum over his own ass, pushing deep into his hole, making sure his hungry ass was ready. “I believe you have a history of fucking this patient’s brains out.”

I smiled, nodding.

“Then let’s see how long it takes you to fuck his cum deep into my guts.” Doctor Wade crawled onto the bed and mounted Peter who was attempting to deepthroat the dildo. “Now, Mr. Flanagan, I believe a healthy dosage of sodomy should do the trick.” He grabbed Peter’s hard cock and slipped it between his cum-covered ass cheeks. “And I think a nice injection should help your body as it transforms.” He looked back at me and winked, Peter’s cock disappearing as it entered Doctor Wade’s hole.

Peter moaned around the dildo as he entered Doctor Wade’s body.

I collected some of the cum which had splattered on Peter’s legs and balls and slicked up my cock, There was still residual lube from the dildo and the cum which had dripped down to his ass, making his hole ready for the fucking.

“Are you ready?” I asked, lining my cock up with Peter’s hole, my head pressing into his puckered opening.

“Ready to begin,” Doctor Wade said.

I forced myself into Peter’s hole, finding him to be prepped and ready for me. While my cock was bigger than the dildo, I still found no resistance, his body loose and open.

“Fuck,” Peter and I shouted at the same time, my hands reaching forward and grabbing Doctor Wade’s shoulders, forcing him all the way down onto Peter’s cock. “Fuck,” they both shouted, Peter now thrown into a wave of confusion as his hole was filled, his prostate was hit, and his cock was enveloped in a warm embrace that welcomed him.

“The patient is accepting the procedure well,” Doctor Wade moaned, bouncing on Peter’s cock, his own hands playing with his nipples while Peter continued to suck on the dildo while his free hand pumped Doctor Wade’s stiff cock. “He’s doing very well.”

I gripped tight on Doctor Wade’s shoulders, Peter’s legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper into his body. Fuck, I had missed this hole. Fuck, I had missed Doctor Wade. Maybe Peter had the right idea. Maybe leaving all the secrecy behind so he could go out and live without fear of being discovered was the right way to go. It sure as fuck felt right as I fucked his ass, my mind spinning with the possibilities.

“I can feel it,” Doctor Wade said, a hand resting on his stomach. “I can feel you filling me with pre-cum. I can feel it. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, it’s incredible.”

“Don’t stop,” Peter told us, his conversion unleashing the pervert slut within him rather than weakening his strength. “Fuck me. Fucking take my hole.”

“We already have,” I told him, my fingers digging into Doctor Wade’s shoulders, my knuckles white as I fucked harder, my own orgasm on the horizon. These two men were incredible, their bodies pouring sweat as they gave into their animalistic passions, seeking out the only thing they knew would make them feel satisfied: poz cum.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I said, slamming into Peter’s ass harder, breathing in the stench of sex. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”

“Do it,” Doctor Wade said, his head jostled around as he rode toward his own orgasm. “Complete the injection.”

“FUCK!” I shouted, slamming one last time into Peter’s hole, grinding against his prostate and starting the chain reaction. As I came, shooting my toxic cum into Peter’s guts, Peter’s toxic cock shot out his second load of poz cum deep into Doctor Wade’s hole, filling him full. As Peter’s toxic cum shot out of Doctor Wade’s packed hole, hitting his prostate, Doctor Wade’s cock erupted in Peter’s grasp, shooting cum all over Peter’s face and the blue dildo in his mouth.

“Fuck me!” Doctor Wade cried, his body shaking, Peter’s body struggling under his weight. Doctor Wade held his place over Peter’s body for a moment before Peter’s legs bucked him forward out of my grip. I tried to hold on, but my fingers lost their grip, creating scratches down Doctor Wade’s back. “Oh shit!” Doctor Wade fell forward onto Peter, their sweaty, cum-covered bodies writing together in the heat they created. “What the fuck was that?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, eyeing the cuts down his muscled back.

“Don’t be sorry,” Doctor Wade said, looking back at me. “That was incredible.” He looked down at Peter who was still filling the doctor’s hole with cum, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head from the intensified orgasm coursing throughout his body. “You’re amazing.” He leaned forward, pushing the blue dildo out of the way, and kissed Peter, Doctor Wade’s own cum covering their faces.

I scooped up some of Peter’s cum which was dripping out of Doctor Wade’s hole and drank it down, savoring the flavor which I knew to be male lust.

“Looks like I missed a good time,” Dom said, entering the room.

“It was nothing,” I told him, smiling, cum covering my face. “It was just a simple medical procedure.”

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I couldn't help myself with the medical lingo and scenario. I love medical porn, and I couldn't resist. 

[gingerdaddyG]

3 hours ago, Heir2012 said:

their bodies pouring sweat as they gave into their animalistic passions, seeking out the only thing they knew would make them feel satisfied: poz cum.

So hot! 🐷

[kitpig]

Another great chapter - thank you!

[ijoey]

another eruption 

[biboy85]

So great 

[Heir2012]

Part 37 and 38 tonight.

[Heir2012]

Part 37: Plans in Motion

(Will's Perspective)

Peter coming out as gay and leaving his wife was all anyone could talk about at church. The rumors surrounding him transformed into wild stories of meeting men in the woods, blowing businessmen from out of town, prostituting himself in every alleyway, and even pledging allegiance to some type of sex cult. Well, the last one wasn’t entirely wrong.

The stories continually grew, but they never hit on the truth. No one knew, for sure, that Peter had fucked a student, let alone a student who also attended the church and whom everyone believed to be the perfect example of a young, godly man. No one knew that Peter had fucked not only another man from the church but also two of the lead pastors. No one knew that he had held an orgy at his home in order to finally convert his body into becoming what he saw to be his only purpose: to create copious amounts of poz cum to infect other men.

If everyone knew the truth, I believe they would have died of shock.

As I walked through the church, I saw groups huddled together, whispering about what they had heard from someone else, my ears ready to pick up on any news. No one came close to the truth beyond knowing for sure that Peter Flanagan was getting fucked by and was fucking other men. No one knew where he had gone or who he was with. For all they knew, he was halfway across the country, locked in a sex dungeon, instead of several miles away at Dr. Wade’s house.

Dom, Dr. Wade, and I took shifts helping Peter through his conversion, making sure he wasn’t just hydrated but also filled with poz cum. Peter had always been exceptionally horny, but his sex drive only increased once he was poz.

“We’re fucking every night,” Dr. Wade told us when Dom and I visited. We took turns fucking Peter, Dr. Wade and I both impaling ourselves on his newly poz cock to drain him of his toxic cum. “He never gets tired. Look at this.” He held up a water bottle full of an opaque liquid. “This is all the cum he shot in me just from last night. All of this.”

“Why collect it?”

“I asked him to,” Dom said, taking the bottle. “You know how much I like to use other men’s cum as lube.”

“I remember,” I told him, smiling.

“The man is a god,” Dr. Wade said, stripping and readying himself for another round of fucking. “Imagine being able to recover that quickly and to cum that much toxic cum in one night. Fuck, send him to a bathhouse, and he’d be able to poz every neg guy there in one night.”

“And get himself and us caught immediately,” I reminded.

No one knew how connected we were with the whole ordeal. After Peter’s confession to his wife, it hadn’t taken long for her to contact me and Pastor Kline. We agreed to meet with her in my office, hoping to counsel her. Little did she know that both Pastor Kline and I had seduced her husband in that very office, witnessing firsthand his cumming ability, making sure he would become like us.

“You were meeting with him,” she had said to us, more angry than sad. “Had he said anything?”

“Nothing that would have indicated this,” we lied. Then again, no one had truly believed that he would leave his wife. Sure, had talked about it when he was getting fucked, but we had all written it off as a fantasy.

“I just can’t stop imagining him doing such awful things with… with… God knows who!”

He certainly does, I thought, remembering us all in her house that night, fucking in every room, defiling every surface with our hot, writhing bodies, covering anything that stood still with our toxic cum. If the police ever did a sweep to find DNA, we’d all be fucked.

“If we had known,” Pastor Kline said, “We would have stepped in. If your husband was struggling with his desire to sleep with men, believe me, both Pastor Ryder and I would have been there.”

I gave Pastor Kline a look, warning him not to risk making those types of suggestions. Yes, it appeared as if we had managed to go unnoticed, but there was no point in creating more commotion. The sooner everyone forgot about Peter the better.

“That was a close one,” Pastor Kline said as soon as Mrs. Flanagan had left.

“We’re not entirely out of the woods yet,” I told him. “No one knows that Peter is still here, and no one should. They’ll be asking students at the high school if any of them knew anything about Peter. I’m sure they’ll try to find out if he had fucked any of the students.”

“Why should the school get involved?”

“Peter was a well-known figure in our community. Him suddenly announcing that he’s gay will definitely cause insane parents to believe that he’s been fucking students.”

“Have you talked to Lewis?”

I nodded. “I told him to lay low. I also told him not to fuck anyone who is poz for a while. Until he’s graduated, on his way to college, and out of his parents’ house, any conversion will create red flags.”

“I told Ryan the same thing,” Pastor Kline said. “Though, I’ll admit, I do miss having my son’s thick cock shoved up my hungry ass.”

“If you want a cock to fill you up, you’ve got plenty of volunteers here,” I told him, winking. “But, for now, we need to leave Ryan and Lewis out of it.”

“I agree,” Pastor Kline said.

I watched as he stared off into the distance, as if some thought was hanging in the air just out of reach.

“Are you alright?” I asked him.

“What?” he said. “Sorry. Yeah, I’m alright. It’s just a lot going on at the moment.”

“We all need to keep our heads low,” I told him.

“Absolutely,” he said, heading out of my office. “Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to tell you, since we’ve been dealing with so much, I thought it would be best to try to relieve ourselves of some pressure.”

“You mean…” My hand slipped down to my crotch where my cock started to get hard.

Pastor Kline smiled. “No, though I’ll try to swing by tonight for some community time between you, me, and Dom. What I mean is that I reached out to some pastors that I’ve known for years, some from college, inviting them to preach for us in a few weeks. I thought it would be good to remove some of that pressure.”

“Is it really smart to be bringing in strangers at a time like this?”

“It’ll liven things up,” he said.

“Things are already lively,” I told him. “Are you sure it’s a good idea?”

“I believe so,” he said, smiling. “I think something very good will come from it.”

“You’re the head pastor,” I told him.

“And don’t you forget it,” he said.

(Pastor Kline’s Perspective)

“How long has it been?” he asked me, his voice over the phone sounding just as it had all those decades ago. Yes, there was a maturity now, the years of preaching wearing his voice down, but every word still sent chills down my spine.

“Decades,” I told him, laughing. “I think I was there for an alumni lunch maybe twenty years ago.”

“That’s right,” he said. “I remember now. Your wife had just had your son, right?”

“That’s right,” I said. “Ryan. He’s in college now.”

“It’s crazy how quickly they grow up, isn’t it?”

“It is,” I told him, my hole still missing my son’s ample girth.

“I can’t believe I never made the connection,” he told me. “After all these years, I can’t believe I never connected the dots.”

“I didn’t either.”

“Well,” he said, laughing, “that’s understandable. When we first met, I had a different last name.”

“That’s true,” I told him. “Why did you change it?”

“I had a major falling out with my father,” he said. “It was so bad that I couldn’t stand using the same last name as he did. So, when I started at my first church, I decided to go by my mother’s maiden name.”

“Ryder,” I said, allowing the name to hang on my tongue. In that moment, I thought of all the times I had held Will’s cock on my tongue, tasting him, unaware that he was the offspring of the man I had desired for decades.

“It’s always been a sore spot that my wife and I haven’t come to visit Will and see him in action, but you know how it is. It’s hard to get a Sunday off.”

“That’s true,” I told him. “Though, speaking from experience, seeing Will in action is truly spectacular.”

“Well, I’m excited to get the chance now that I’m retired,” he said.

“And we’re excited to have you,” I said. “Now, remember, don’t mention a word to Will. I want it to be a surprise.”

“My lips are sealed,” he said. “I won’t speak a word of it.”

“Then we’ve got everything settled,” I told him, feeling my heart racing and my cock growing in my pants, a large pre-cum stain starting to show through. “We’ll see you our direction soon.”

“That you will,” he said. “Until then.”

“Goodbye, Ben,” I said, ending the call. I opened an app on my phone and looked up one of Will’s social media pages, filtering through pictures until I found the one I had been searching for. It showed Will with his family, all of them smiling at the camera. While Will always got me hard and Jay was the type of pervert who got me hot, my eyes could only focus on the man who stood behind them. Even though decades had passed and he showed his age, I found myself unable to pull my attention away from anyone but Ben Ryder. I fished my cock out of my pants and started jerking off, blowing my load all over the screen.

“Until then,” I said, licking the screen. I’d had two Ryder men, but I wanted the trinity.

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I'm working to get Ben into the mix, men. 

[Heir2012]

Part 38: Peter Puts a Ring on It

(Will's Perspective)

“What the fuck!” I moaned, grabbing Dom’s wrist to stop him.

“Too much?” he asked.

I was straddling Dom, his engorged cock in my ass, pressing into my prostate, as he slid a sounding rod into my urethra. For weeks he had been trying to convince me to try sounding, something which looked hot in porn but had petrified me in real life. Dom had found me jerking off to porn several times in which a man was strapped down on a table, unable to move, as another man slid the rod deep into the penis, causing the man to scream out in pleasure. Or, at least, that’s what I believed…

“You’ve come this far,” he had told me days ago when he had shown me the tools he had borrowed from a friend. “Why not go a bit further?”

Sure, I had allowed a poz man to fuck me and infect my body. Sure, we dabbled with watersports and I had grown in my appreciation for tasting his morning golden showers, though not as much as Pastor Kline who drank it all down. Yes, I had fucked my brother and my new doctor, helped two men in my church cheat on their wives, helped one of them fuck his student while the other fucked his son, and, all the while, I managed to keep it all a secret. But the idea of shoving a piece of metal into my cock made my skin crawl now that I was given the chance to try it.

Still, he had convinced me.

“It fucking burns,” I told him, feeling my cock pushing the rod out even as Dom’s hand tried to push it deeper in.

“It’s going to burn,” he said.

“Then you shove it in your own dick,” I told him, knocking his hand away and pulling the rod out of my cock. “Fuck. How does anyone find this enjoyable?”

Dom took the metal rod and licked it where it had, only moments ago, been deep inside my urethra. “It looked hot.”

“Then get either Peter or Pastor Kline addicted to it, because I don’t think I’ll ever be doing that again.”

“How about a catheter?”

“Only if I’m eighty.”

Dom ran his hands over my body, squeezing my nipples as I rode his cock, impaling myself on his huge member.

“Fuck, I’ve missed fucking you,” he said.

“You fucked me last night,” I reminded him.

“You were fucking Peter while I fucked you from behind,” Dom corrected. “I mean just the two of us.”

“Without metal shoved up my cock,” I countered, my breath momentarily fucked out of my body as Dom slammed his dick against my prostate.

“Peter’s getting his tattoo tomorrow,” Dom said, his breathing strained as I caused the bed to slam against the wall. “And he’s got another little surprise.”

“What surprise?” I asked, pumping my cock with one hand while I reached back and grabbed Dom’s balls, squeezing them tight.

“I’m not allowed to say,” he told me. “He wants you, Dr. Wade, and Pastor Kline to be there. That’s all I’m allowed to say.”

“I’ll shove that rod back in my dick if you’ll tell me,” I teased, squeezing his balls even tighter.

Dom growled, his own grip on my nipples tightening, causing a gasp from me. “I’ll get that rod back in your cock someday,” he said, smiling. “Just you wait and see.”

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I’d come in early with Dom to the tattoo parlor, wanting to make sure I was there for when Peter got his biohazard tattoo. I didn’t know where he was getting it or what the extra surprise was, but I wanted to be there for the whole journey. It had turned into a guessing game amongst us all, wondering where the tattoo would go and what Peter had waiting for us. Each of us took turns either fucking Peter or getting fucked by him, hoping, during the moment of orgasm, we’d be able to extract the secret along with his fountain of toxic jizz.

“We’re still early,” Dom said, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into his body, kissing my neck and sending chills down my spine. “Do you want another tattoo while we wait?”

“Any suggestions?” I asked.

“We can start in on your own tally marks,” he said, running his palm along my arm.

“No,” I told him, grabbing his arm and running my fingers along the marks showing every man he had managed to poz. “Any man I poz isn’t just mine,” I said. “I wouldn’t be here without you. My gift is from you. If anyone deserves those marks, it’s you.”

Dom and I stared at his arm, admiring the tattoos which adorned his body. “But I don’t want any tally mark after yours,” he said, pressing his thumb against his fiftieth mark. My mark. “You’re my final conquest, so to speak.”

“Why?” I asked, turning to face him, staring into the eyes that had once haunted me, which had, and still did, frighten me when I saw his animalistic desire start to surface. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever met, and all I wanted to do was stare at the face of the man who had changed me. “Is it because you managed to take an innocent, straight pastor and turn him into a deviant, gay, poz fucker?”

“No,” he said, smiling down at me. “It’s because every one of these men was someone to fuck and leave behind. They were all men who I wanted for their holes, to fuck up their lives, and to move on from. That’s who they all were.”

“Even Dr. Wade?”

“Every poz man needs a good doctor,” he laughed. “With you, when I met you, I saw a man living a lie. I knew there was a darkness hiding in you, and that’s all I wanted to find. I wanted to fuck you, to poz you, and then watch as I turned a good, religious man into a perverted fucker.”

“Which you did,” I said, moving my hand down to his crotch, feeling his cock slithering down his pants leg.

“You’re more than that,” he said. “I’ve never met a man I didn’t want to leave behind. There were so many times I tried to convince myself to walk away, to step back and let you be nothing more than a tally mark on my arm, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to do it.”

I stared at him, looking beyond the tough exterior and the man I knew to be a toxic fucker, and I found myself staring into the eyes of someone who truly meant what he was saying. He wasn’t saying this to get me off or himself. This wasn’t a cheesy line from porn. He was telling the truth. My hand fell from his crotch and rested on his leg.

“I love you,” he said, his voice low, quiet.

I found myself drawn to him, pulled into his body, needing to be closer to him than ever before. I moved up and kissed him, trying to tangle us together so tightly that no one could separate us.

“Am I interrupting?”

Dom and I broke our kiss, finding Peter standing a few feet away.

“Sorry,” I said, taking a step back, giving Dom and me the space to collect ourselves.

“I’m good for a show before the main event,” Peter said, already stripping his shirt off. “Anything with you two is ideal for me.”

“While I’m sure Will and I would love to entertain you,” Dom said, winking at me, “We better get your tattoo started so we’re ready for when everyone else shows up.”

“Where are you getting your tattoo?” I asked, following them back to the space Dom had set aside for special clients.

“Well, I’ve gone back and forth on that,” Peter said, now down to only his underwear. “Not wanting my wife to see it limited my choices, but now, I could have it tattooed on my face if I fucking wanted.”

“Don’t,” Dom and I both said.

“Not to worry,” Peter said, taking off his underwear which he flung at my face, managing to get the pouch right over my nose. His underwear was always covered in cum stains. “I want any man who I fuck or who fucks me to know the type of man I truly am. So, taking inspiration,” he motioned to Dom,” I want my tattoo right above my cock.”

“Good choice,” Dom said, opening draws and pulling out a can of shaving cream and a razor. “Shave off your pubes, and we’ll get started.”

“I’ve never been more excited to shave in my entire life,” Peter said, taking the can and razor and running off to the bathroom.

I watched as Dom started getting things ready, admiring his hands, remembering how he had just held me moments ago, how his hands had touched every inch of my body, how his hands had tattooed my own biohazard symbol on my chest months before, how his hands had guided me the first time I had ever been intimate with another person, and how his hand had reached out to shake my own the day we had met.

“I love you, too,” I said.

Dom stopped, looked back at me, and smiled.

I kept close to Dom’s side throughout Peter’s ceremony of being marked a poz man. The tattoo looked great on his pelvis, drawing the eye down to his gifted cock. I held Peter’s hand as he tried not to scream the closer the tattoo gun got to his dick. After several hours, the tattoo was done and bandaged.

“I have no fucking idea how you’ve managed to get so many,” Peter said to Dom, still on the table naked, his sweaty body recovering. “I wouldn’t want to get any more tally marks if I were you.”

“Don’t worry,” Dom said, looking at me. “I won’t be.”

“Has the show started?” Dr. Wade called, entering back with Pastor Kline, Lewis, and Jay behind him.

“You’re just in time,” Peter said.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” I told Jay, hugging him.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said. “I was there when this guy got the idea of leaving his wife fucked into him.”

“And what a fuck it was,” Peter said. “How are you, Lewis?”

“I’m good,” Lewis said.

“Anyone start questioning you about me, yet?”

Lewis nodded. “No one knows, but I’m going crazy not being able to get fucked right now.”

“The safer the better,” I reminded him. “You’ve gone this long without a cock in you. Imagine what it was like for me.”

“We fixed that issue real quick,” Dom said to Lewis. “I’ll get my cock inside your tight hole real soon. Don’t worry.”

“Calm your raging boner down,” I told Dom. “Lewis, if you convert and your parents find out, your dad will kill all of us.”

“Or want to become like us,” Peter said. “Fuck, your dad is hot.”

“Not everyone’s dad is like Pastor Kline. Not everyone secretly wants to get fucked by a poz man,” I told him, noticing a strange look pass over Pastor Kline’s face.

“While I’m always happy to meet with a group of sexy men,” Dr. Wade said, eyeing up Lewis, “May I ask why we’re all here? It’s not to witness you leaving with your new tattoo, right?”

“It’s not that,” Peter said, smiling. “All of you have been a part of my journey into becoming the man I am today, and I wanted you to be here for what I consider the turning point of my life.”

“Your turning point wasn’t you leaving your wife?” Jay asked.

“That was the start,” Peter said.

“Or when we seduced you in Will’s office?” Pastor Kline added.

“Or when we fucked at the school?” Lewis finished.

“With this tattoo,” Peter emphasized, “I’m permanently marking myself as the man I’ve always wanted to be. But, I didn’t just want to get a tattoo. I wanted to do something more than that, something… twisted, I guess.”

“Twisted how?”

“Because I’m no longer shackled to my soon-to-be-ex-wife, I wanted to do something different with my wedding ring.”

“Different how?”

Dom and Peter exchanged a nod, Dom opening a drawer and pulling out a box which he handed to Peter.

“I tried to think of the worst thing I could do to my wedding ring,” Peter said. “What could I do to represent myself fucking it as I start my new life. That’s when it hit me.” Peter opened the box, revealing a thin, golden ring inside.

“Is that…”

“It’s a Prince Albert ring,” Dom said, putting on a new pair of sterile gloves. “Custom made.”

“It’s a ring made from my wedding ring,” Peter told us, a giant grin on his face. “That way, whenever I fuck a man’s ass, I’m fucking my wedding ring at the same time.”

“It’s like you’re marrying your dick,” Jay said, admiring the ring.

“So, what? Is this like a wedding of some type?” I asked. “Are we watching you get your dick pierced like we’re watching you marry your dick?”

“You’re watching me become the man I’ve always wanted to be,” Peter said, watching as Dom started prepping him for the piercing. “The Peter Flanagan everyone knew before that day I fucked a student is dead. I’m a new man. I’m finally free. Alright, Dom, I’m ready. Pierce my cock with my wedding ring!”

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I'm a sucker for doing fucked-up shit to wedding rings, and I've never seen this done before. I hope it's an idea that scratches that perverted itch you didn't know was in your mind. 

[PozTalkAuthor]

Oh fuck, it was long time I didn't go to church!!! LOL! I was waiting for the appointment and here it was, double reward! 

Anyway, there's Will who thinks he hadn't converted anyone on his own, but his brother (Jay) is still keeping the secret!

[Medwaym]

Fuck yes, loving the wedding ring PA, so hot and twisted 🔥😈🔥😈🔥