From Pastor to Pozzed Hole

[gingerdaddyG]

3 hours ago, Heir2012 said:

The next chapter I was going to post was continuing on as Will comes back to Dominic, but an idea hit me which I'm going to go with instead. I'm writing a side chapter for the next chapter in which we will go back to see the first time Dominic saw Will at the gym. It's from Dominic's perspective, giving a bit of insight into everything leading up to him pozzing Will's hole. I'm still writing it, so it'll be a few days before it's posted. Then, I'll post the chapter continuing the story. 

I've also considered writing a prequel story about Dominic and how he was pozzed. Not sure if I'll do it, but it's a possibility. 

I've still got plenty of new characters to bring to you first. Glad to know so many of you either want to fuck Will or be fucked by Dominic.

Will, Dominic and Jay can fuck me! 😜

[PozTalkAuthor]

if you were poz, I'd have said "let the virus give you suggestions for the story" 

I thought about a prequel too, some days ago; but then I gave it up. Do what you feel right for you! 

[plisken]

What a hot story - kind of slow build up in the start, but needed to get the story - the reader - in the right mood

[negchaserlooking]

7 hours ago, Heir2012 said:

The next chapter I was going to post was continuing on as Will comes back to Dominic, but an idea hit me which I'm going to go with instead. I'm writing a side chapter for the next chapter in which we will go back to see the first time Dominic saw Will at the gym. It's from Dominic's perspective, giving a bit of insight into everything leading up to him pozzing Will's hole. I'm still writing it, so it'll be a few days before it's posted. Then, I'll post the chapter continuing the story. 

I've also considered writing a prequel story about Dominic and how he was pozzed. Not sure if I'll do it, but it's a possibility. 

I've still got plenty of new characters to bring to you first. Glad to know so many of you either want to fuck Will or be fucked by Dominic.

Love the new ideas @Heir2012

[BadBob]

Fantastic story.  Very horny and very well written.  I was hard through all of it. 

[ijoey]

excellant story. my only suggestion is to maybe update it every sunday 

pastor/sunday get it? LOL

[PozTalkAuthor]

12 minutes ago, ijoey said:

excellant story. my only suggestion is to maybe update it every sunday 

pastor/sunday get it? LOL

It's a pity this site does not have a sort of scheduling program

so you can draft a content and then have it published automatically when you desire; for the other project I'm in, I use WordPress platform and am the administrator so I can do (and decide) whatever.

But here, we are authors but guests at the same time; we share our contents in someone else's house and must accept their rules - optimizing writing and our time.

 

[Heir2012]

Part 11: Dominic Wants Will (A prequel from Dominic's perspective)

I slammed my dick hard into his ass, relishing the sound of his moans and gasps.

“Fuck, dude,” the sweaty man beneath me cried, hands nearly white as they clung to his legs, revealing a bleeding asshole. “It’s like you’re shoving a baseball bat inside me.”

“It’s the same as the first time I fucked you,” I said, slamming back inside. “That’s why you’re bleeding just as much now as then.”

He laughed as he tried to breathe. I slammed again, going further this time. His shaking hands lost hold of his legs which fell onto my shoulders. His hands reached up and grabbed for my chest, fingers running through my chest hair. I looked down and caught sight of gleaming gold. I loved it when they still wore their wedding rings while being fucked by someone else. A thought crossed my mind, something a bit dirty. I grabbed his left hand and slipped his ring off, making sure he saw what I was doing even as stars flashed before his eyes.

“You know what I think of this?” I asked him, showing him the ring. I reached behind me and stuck it between my ass cheeks, the ring lost in ass hair and sweat. “For safe keeping.”

“Safe?” the man laughed again, his hands running down my body and stopping on the tattoo on my pelvis. “There’s nothing safe about you. You’ve ruined my marriage.”

I looked down at the biohazard tattoo beneath his fingers and then over to my arm on which there were tally marks tattooed. A freshly done 49th tally had been done only just that morning. Jackson, the man I was fucking, had called me a week and a half before, letting me know that he had come down with the flu. He and I both knew it was more than that. Jackson was a married man from a few states over, routinely flying here for business. I had found him on an app where he listed himself as a hungry cheating hole needing a big dick and a big load.

When we had met and I stripped of my clothes, he saw my tattoo and took a step back.

“Guess you know what that means.” I said. “I don’t just got a big load. I’ve got a life changing load. If you want it, it’s all yours.”

Jackson’s eyes lifted from the tattoo and met mine, a smile filling his face. “Fuck up my life, you dirty fucker.”

Now, as I unloaded more of my toxic cum into his insides, I thought about what he was going to tell his wife the next time she wanted to fuck. Will he infect her? Will he leave? Did I care? Honestly, a bit. Yes, I enjoyed plowing his ass, ruining his hole, and dumping my poz seed into his bleeding body. He had jumped at the chance. Still, a part of me cared about what was going to happen to him. I wanted him to enjoy himself. He was now free. He could fuck whomever he wanted. I had given him a gift. He should thank me. I felt the ring still between my ass cheeks and wondered if he’d notice flying back home without it. I like souvenirs. That, or I could sell it and get some cash. Either way.

Jackson left, with his ring, both smelling of my sweat. He walked funny, his insides still rearranged from my dick’s intrusion. I loved watching men walk away, trying to gain composure, their bodies adjusting to the raw fucking they had just endured. Sometimes, it felt amazing knowing that they couldn’t walk at all, their entire bodies shut down as they contemplated what I had just done to them. In more ways than one, I impacted their bodies.

I told Jackson to call the next time he was in town. I wanted to give him his first tattoo, preferably a biohazard symbol on his ass or lower back. The man was a bottom slut. Once his wife left him, I knew he wouldn’t go around using his dick to fuck anyone. It was all about his hole now. I had that effect on men. I showed them how much of a bottom they truly were. I also showed them how deeply they craved cock. Once you’ve been fucked by me, there’s no going back to pussy. Give me any man, and I’m sure I can change him.

Not that I sought out men to do this to. Why spend so much time chasing down someone just to see if I can get them into bed? If they wanted my big dick unloading my precious load in their asses, they’d come after me.

***

“Start wearing condoms yet?” Doctor Wade asked.

I sat naked on the examination table in my doctor’s office. This man wasn’t just my doctor. He was also a neg hole I had pozzed. He had sought me out, and I was only more than willing to make him a tally on my arm. He was a hot fuck, huge muscles, beautiful face. Plus, it was good to have a doctor on the same “team” as me.

“Never,” I told him.

“Good boy.”

I smiled.

“Looking for more marks?” he asked as if he could read my mind. He pointed down at my tattoos. “Which one am I again?”

I pointed his tally out.

“I see 49 is new. Who was the guy?”

 “A married guy,” I told him. “I fuck him when he’s on routine business trips.”

“Did he know?”

I smiled. “He practically jumped on my dick, he wanted it so bad.”

Doctor Wade moaned, his hand reaching down to his own crotch were his dick was tenting his pants. “Fuck. How do you always find guys like this?”

“I’m a bit of a magnet for hot guys,” I told him.

“Not just hot guys,” he said. “You’ve got a talent for the [banned word]. If there’s a guy out there who could end up on a [banned word] site or fetish board, you somehow find him. I’m surprised you haven’t fucked your own dad.”

“I wouldn’t touch that asshole,” I told him. I hated my dad. I had my reasons. My brother and I escaped that man as soon as we could have when we were eighteen. It wasn’t too long after that that my brother, Roco, and I were first introduced to gay sex. He and I never fucked since we were both tops. Sure, we spit roasted a few guys, but that was it. I’m not as [banned word] as he thinks, I thought, watching as Doctor Wade continued rubbing his dick. “When’s your next appointment?” I asked.

Doctor Wade smiled, undoing his pants. “We’ve got time.”

I hoped off the table. “Then get on.”

***

I was pouring sweat, dropping the fifty pound weights. It had been a few hours since I started my work out. It was easy to lose track of time when you’re surrounded by sweaty men, their musk filling the air. Bottle that up, and you could make a killing.

“Pushing hard?” Neil asked. Neil was the general manager of the gym. He was gay, but he only used condoms, meaning we had no chance of fucking. He was a handsome man who often had the female gym-goers tripping over themselves. They did the same with me, clearly unaware that they were barking up the wrong trees on every count.

“Got to keep looking good,” I said.

“Well, the work is paying off,” he said. He turned, waving his hand at someone across the gym. “Great job, Will. You killed it.”

“Thanks, Neil,” a voice shouted back.

I turned and spotted the man Neil had called to. He was young, late twenties if I had to guess. He had brown hair, stubble, and an athletic build without being overly muscled. His shirt was covered in sweat, his bare arms glistening under the gym lights. If you wanted to picture the perfect “boy next door,” he was it. I was probably double this man’s age, or close to it give or take five years, something which got me hard immediately. I liked younger guys, playing into my ability to be both the dominant and the daddy.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“That was…” Neil eyed me, a smirk turning his face. “Oh, no. Not happening.”

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what?’ You’ve got your scouting goggles on.”

“I just asked who he is.”

“And why do you want to know?”

I tried to think of an excuse other than the truth he had already guessed. The only head working was the one pushing to escape my jockstrap. “So what if I think he’s hot?”

“Every gay man in this gym has clocked him already,” Neil said, “and I’ve shot down every hope and dream.”

“Why?” I asked. “You want him for yourself?”

“Absolutely,” Neil said. “I’d have him fuck me against a cactus. That’s not the problem.”

“Married?”

Neil shook his head. “Pastor.”

“What?” I asked. “Pastor? As in, like, a church?”

“As in wedged up high into God’s ass, there’s no room for anyone else.”

I tried to catch a glimpse of the man as he walked out the front door. “What church?”

“The Church of Never Gonna Happen,” Neil said. “Drop it.” He walked away, leaving me to stare.

***

“Fuck,” Tom groaned as I unloaded in his ass.

I fell forward, my chest pressed against his back, counting on his arms and legs to keep us from collapsing on the bed. It had been Tom’s idea to fuck doggy style since he liked it when I reached forward and grabbed his neck from behind. I kissed the back of his neck where my handprints were still red, his tattoo of a scorpion standing out even still. Tom was a usual gym fuck. We’d work out, go to either his place or mine, and spend a few hours fucking. His boyfriend didn’t mind. Tom pozzed him, continuing my line.

In fact, sometimes we’d have a three-way in which we’d all be exhausted for hours after. Their neighbors always complained, especially when the walls shook, knocking pictures down.

“Whatever you’re doing for your ass at the gym is really working,” I told him, slapping his right cheek and leaving another red handprint. I pulled out, a small trickle of cum leaking out.

“Glad you noticed,” he said. Tom climbed off the bed, grabbing a buttplug he had brought with him, securing my cum inside his ass. He checked the time. “Got to get home. I think Robby will want to add to your load before we go out for drinks. You should join us.”

“Maybe some other time,” I said. I watched as he got dressed, running my thumb over the tally which had marked his conversion. “Hey,” I started, trying to sound casual, “I was just wondering, I was working out the other day, and I started talking to someone—”

“Stop right there,” Tom said. “Neil already told me about your obsession.”

“What?” I asked. “What obsession?”

“Dom, Pastor Ryder is off limits.”

“Pastor Ryder?” I said. “Is that his name?”

Tom stared at me, frozen. “Fuck.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” I said, more to myself than Tom.

***

I walked into the locker room, Pastor Ryder in my sights. Weeks had gone by since I first saw him, and every day since I kept my eyes open for any sign of what was my “forbidden fruit.” I watched as he went to his locker, hoping to see him strip. I had imagined what his body looked like. Still so young, so malleable, his body would be pristine. I’d seen him wearing gym shirts that showed off hairy pits and chest hair sneaking out of his collar. How hairy would he be? I’d also seen him lean down to pick up weights, his lower back revealing a dusting of hair trailing down. Hairy ass? I loved it when a guy’s hairy ass wraps around my dick.

Also, being a tattoo artist, I wanted to see if he had any ink. More than anything, I wanted to see what he had swinging between his legs.

He took out a bag from his locker and closed the door, turning to leave. He passed me without a look, the smell of his sweat hitting my nose, and I wanted to cum.

“Nice try,” Tom said, appearing at my side. “He doesn’t shower here.”

“So, no one knows what he’s got?”

“An unsolved mystery,” Tom said, pulling off his own shorts, revealing his own erect member. He winked at me, walking toward the showers.

I went home, exhausted, unable to get Pastor Ryder out of my head. I wanted him. I wanted him beneath me, under my power, his ass filled with my toxic cum. I wanted him begging for me to poz him. I wanted to dominate him in every sense. I wanted to fuck him so hard, he’d forget everyone except me. Then, maybe, I’d forget him. Every fuck I had had since I saw him ended with my imagination turning whoever I was inside into the man I couldn’t have.

Maybe I was drawn to the [banned word]. Maybe I wanted what I knew I couldn’t have. Maybe I knew all I had was the chase. I took out my phone and looked up his name, finding the church he worked at. I found his picture in their directory and stared at his beautiful face, taken by his smile, by his eyes. I fished out my dick and started jerking off, eyes glued to this man I wanted desperately. In almost record time, I shot into the air, cum raining down, a glob hitting the screen, covering his face.

“If only,” I said, admiring the sight before me.

I brought the screen to my face and licked the cum off. I had to see him.

***

I felt nervous walking toward the building. I hadn’t been in a church in years, for obvious reasons. I wanted to get his attention, but I didn’t know how to do it other than walking in wearing nothing but a smile. That wouldn’t work. Instead, I wore a black shirt that showed off my hairy arms and tattoos. My jeans were fitting, showing off my ass and bulge. I looked good, and in any other setting, I would have men following after me, ready to open their asses. Instead, I was walking into a church where I knew I would be getting looks of judgement. I didn’t care about them. I cared only about one person. I just had to find him.

It was as if God was bringing us together. There he was, standing in the entrance. I had expected I would have had to search him out, but there he stood, shaking hands. God, he was beautiful. Just seeing him brought out my dominate side even more than before. I felt as if I was getting bigger, muscles swelling, height increasing. My testosterone surged. Animalistic desires spread through my body. I had to have him.

I pushed past people, eyes focused on him. I reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling his body against mine, holding him close. He looked up into my eyes, a sexy smile turning his lips.

“About time you made a move,” he said.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I said, kissing him, my hand moving over his body, his groin bulging next to my own. I could smell him, his intoxicating scent. Everyone disappeared around us. We weren’t in the church. We were in my bedroom. He stepped away from me, his body naked, hairy, gleaming with sweat, his gorgeous cock sticking straight out at me. I had never seen anything more beautiful.

“Hello,” Pastor Ryder said, hand outstretched.

I snapped back to reality, standing in front of him, suddenly overly warm. I half expected to find us standing there naked, or, at the very least, myself naked and sporting a raging boner. Luckily, I was clothed, my tight jeans hiding the erection striving to burst out of my pants. I could feel precum starting to pool around my dick, sticking to my leg.

“I’m Pastor Ryder,” he said, seemingly unaware of the pressure he was creating in my pants. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“First time,” I said, regaining my awareness. I took his hand and shook it, relishing the feeling of his warm skin. His smile grew. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.”

“I’m glad that you did.”

I looked him over, noticing a sudden movement in his crotch. I smiled. Clearly, he wasn’t as off limits as everyone thought. I couldn’t be sure, but something in the way he looked at me seemed to reveal a spark. Was he aware of it too? We talked a bit more before I walked off, turning back once to catch his eye. He ran off after that, looking flustered.

Perhaps he wasn’t aware, I realized. I’d encountered men before who suppressed their attraction to men, unable to admit to themselves their deepest desire. I was always able to uncover that desire, regardless of how “deep” it was. Something told me that Pastor Ryder was different. I didn’t think he even knew it about himself. Or, he was only just discovering it.

Looks like we’re meeting at the perfect time, I thought.

***

I had an erection all day Friday. I had emailed, asking for a meeting. He had accepted. I was both surprised and unsurprised. The thought of seeing him again was like the strongest dose of Viagra imaginable. I did my best to ignore it as I worked, hoping my clients didn’t notice the wet spot on my crotch. I arrived at his office wearing a shirt from my business, liking the way it fit around my chest and arms. I knocked on his door.

“Pastor Ryder?” I said, sticking my head in.

“Dominic Moore,” he said, standing up and taking my hand. “Good to see you again.”

“You too,” I said. “Please, just call me Dom. Everyone does.” If that wasn’t a hint, I didn’t know what was.

“Alright, Dom. Call me Will.”

“Will do, Will,” I said, smiling what I was sure was a stupid grin. What a dumb joke. Why was I acting like such an idiot? I took a seat, noticing his eyes glued to my shirt, the design drawing his eyes to my chest. It was working.

“I’ve heard of that place,” he said. “I’ve never gone. I think a neighbor of mine goes there.”

“I own the place,” I told him.

“You’re a tattoo artist?”

“Nearly twenty years now,” I said, the number sounding weighty. “Which I’m guessing isn’t too far off from your age.”

He smiled. “Twenty-nine.”

“Still young,” I told him. He was perfect. Not too young, acting like a spoiled child, treating me like a sugar daddy, but not too old to threaten dominance. It was meant to be.

He asked me about myself. I answered, casting the questions back on him. He was single, interested in my own status. Not the one you should be asking about, I thought. He seemed nervous. As the discussion started involving God, I did my best to distract him. I did too good of a job as he noticed my tattoos.

“Are you a Scorpio?”

I looked down at my arm. “I am, funny enough.”

“That date though, isn’t that in May. May birthdays aren’t Scorpios.”

“No,” I said, thinking back to that night, the night I had been pozzed, my brother next to me. I could still hear the panting breath and smell the sweat of our bodies. A man’s conversion is a special time. It’s meant to be taken seriously. I looked at Pastor Ryder, imagining what his night would be like should it be with me. “That date is for something else.”

“Are those tally marks?”

I looked over to my other arm. “They are.”

“What are they for?”

“That’s a bit complicated to explain,” I told him. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you.”

“How many are there?”

“Almost fifty,” I said, eyes focused on his quizzical examination of my body. I loved knowing that he was looking me over, taking in every part of myself. Clearly he was curious, just as I wanted him to be. “One away, actually.”

“Maybe you’ll get fifty soon,” he said.

I smiled, imaging myself taking him right there in his office, revealing to him the tattoos only those I turned were privileged to see. “Yeah, I think I will,” I said.

One way or another, I decided as I sat in this man’s office, I was going to see this through. I wouldn’t stop until I entered his body, taking him as mine, and turning his whole life in another direction. He probably expected to get married, to have kids, to live a normal life. He deserved more than that. He deserved freedom, the type only I could give him. In that moment, I knew he was the one. He wasn’t just number 50. He was going to be more than that. I was going to be more to him than he could ever imagine. His life would never be the same after me. I’d make sure of it.

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Not a ton of sex, but I hope you found it enjoyable. The story from Will's perspective will continue in the next chapter.

[Heir2012]

12 hours ago, ijoey said:

excellant story. my only suggestion is to maybe update it every sunday 

pastor/sunday get it? LOL

I considered doing that. Sometimes I post earlier than Sunday. If the discussion is good or I'm too busy reading other stories here, I post later than expected. 

Hot profile picture by the way. 

[gingerdaddyG]

Another excellent chapter!!  Loving the build up in this back story - cock throbbing and looking forward to the next instalment 💦☣️😈

[negchaserlooking]

Enjoyable? That more than enjoyable. Was bloody great. Like the way you are including some background on the characters, fleshing them out. So looking forward to the next part.

[Medwaym]

Great new chapter, love getting more of an insight to Dom. Hot 🔥

[myDNA4u]

Another excellent and well written chapter.  Definitely looking forward to more.

[kiraizuru]

Will was soooo innocent. Too pure to poz at that time 

[PozTalkAuthor]

So... Interesting! Dominic's biological brother is also his gifter! Double bond!

Let's wait for next chapter and see if Will is his brother's gifter and continues the tradition