Need loose hole

[BBwhore90]

  Driving home, I was elated. I spent the time on the road clenching my hole tight, to keep his loads inside me, as instructed. Twice I felt moments of breach, doing my best to control them. Once I'd got home and to my bedroom, I stripped and checked my jeans and noticed a small patch of wetness. I knew I hadn't lost much of what was inside me and I felt relief. Knowing what was expected of me and wanting to impress, I moved to my drawer of toys and fished out a plug. It wasn't my biggest, as I still struggled with that one, but I knew it would be enough to plug my hole for the night. I spat and then sat on it, then got into bed and went to sleep easily, knowing I had toxic cum inside me to absorb.

  I woke, enjoying the plug inside me. I was at full mast, so on instinct I worked a load from my cock and rocked my plugged hole back and forth on the edge of my bed. I moved on with my day. I spent my week thinking about my time with the dominant poz man I'd met and imagined how I might see him again. On Thursday evening, I'd prepped my hole and sent a message to him: 'Hi, are you free? I wanna feel your dick inside me again, take you load. Let me know.'

  A message was sent back within a few minutes: 'i cant tonight got another early night. free all weekend though. see you saturday.' My dick was hard, anticipating seeing him on Saturday, but I was still disappointed that I'd be alone tonight. I decided to open my toy drawer and play by myself for the evening, stretching my hole and working up to the big plug.

  By Saturday morning I was excited to drive over to the top I'd met. I was horny that I still didn't know his name and had to tell myself to take my hand off my dick several times that morning. I decided I'd send the first message by 11am. 'Hi, are you still free today?' hoping for a quick response, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up for him. I revelled in the knowledge that I hadn't showered since Friday morning, before work. I knew he'd enjoy my pits, if I could see him today.

  'Yeah I'm free. Set off in an hour.' I read after I'd showered. My dick sprung to attention and I had to tell myself not to play with it. I knew I'd cum before I'd even set off, if I gave in to temptation. Deciding that my time would be better spent on a home workout, I started to work up a sweat, knowing the top would enjoy if I were as sweaty as could be. He seemed as much as a pig as I was, I'd indulge him as he was indulging me.

  Within 30 minutes, I'd stopped my little cardio routine and started to cool myself down before I started my drive. I sent a message to tell my dom what I'd done to prepare for our latest encounter, although I didn't get any response. Once the hour was up, I sent another message informing him I was setting off and that I'd message again when I arrived outside his building. My drive was a little nervous, as I hadn't received any reply on the way, but I carried on and I sent the message that I'd arrived.

  I didn't have to wait long for the reply with instructions. "Come in naked." My cock started growing. Only three words this time, the shortest orders he'd given me so far. I knew this time that a jockstrap was not going to be tolerated, so once I got inside his apartment, I stripped completely. I walked down his hallway and to the room with porn playing. The room looked like it did a couple weeks ago, when I woke up there. It was lit from the window though shrouded by curtains, but this time there was porn playing on the TV. It almost seemed backwards.

  "Good lad. Your dick's already hard, I like that," he said in greeting. As usual, he was spreadeagle on the padded box chair next to his bed.
  "Hi, Sir. I've been horny for you all week," I replied. "I used a plug when I got home on Monday, I absorbed your loads," I told him, eager to please.
  "Dirty pig. Come here, get on your knees," was the only thing he said back to me.

  I moved forward and dropped to my knees, taking his thick member in my mouth. I could smell his balls from my position and quickly moved down to take a deep breath. His musk filled my nose and made my dick pulse. He'd been to the gym, just as he'd promised and I couldn't have been happier that he had.
  "Mmmh. Fuck yes, Sir. You smell so good. Thank you," I moaned to him.
  "Fuck yeah, pig. You like that, don't you? Eat my hole, boy."

  For the first time, he pulled his own legs up, slipping further down the chair and thrust his ass into my face. His hairy hole in front of me and his musky ass filling my nostrils, I couldn't resist. I attached my mouth to his ass and plugged my tongue in his hole. I moved my mouth up and down, swirled my tongue side to side and used my hands while I ate. I could feel my dick straining to be touched, but I knew I wouldn't be allowed to stroke without permission.

  After a long time he stopped moaning and spoke to me. "Spit on your dick, boy. Fuck me. You're in charge til you breed me."

  I froze for a second, processing what I'd been ordered to do. I was in control? I looked up and made eye contact. He looked like I imagined I usually did; pleading and vulnerable. I liked it. Standing up, I obeyed his last instruction and spat on my dick, then I spat on his hole. It was tight and pink, nothing like my own and I lined my head up to his opening.
  "Do you have poppers, Sir? You want to use them now," I warned him. I realised I'd still called him 'Sir,' but I also didn't know what else to address him. 'Boy' wouldn't have been right. 'Pig' would work, but that was different. I put it out of my mind and lined my dick up, whilst he huffed a little brown bottl.e

  Grabbing his ankles, I pushed them away from me, folding him in half as he'd done to me so recently. "I'm in charge until I cum?" I asked.
  "Yes, boy. My hole's yours," he sighed.

  I couldn't believe the submissiveness coming from the man who had so definitively owned me the last couple of times I was here. I decided to take advantage and I pushed my cock in hard, but slow. I ignored his protests and batted his hands away from my hips. He didn't fight back, though he had the power to stop me. He wanted to switch right now. I liked it. Balls deep, I pulled back and thrust back in again. The muscle bear cried out, but didn't resist, only huffed at the poppers again. I started fucking him in earnest, taking the opportunity offered to me. 

[PozTalkAuthor]

Simply love it - when the chaser takes control of his gifter, eating his hole and then giving him his presumably last neg seed, it's pure devotion!

[PozBearWI]

Seems like a fuck flu should be setting in soon.....

[kente]

Fucking amazing story. One of the best here

[BBwhore90]

  I hadn't been fucking him for long before he started moaning, instead of whining. I spat on my dick again without pulling out and upped my pace. I was working up a sweat and so was he. He looked so good, lying on the bed with his legs in the air, a crease in his belly and his pecs bouncing as I fucked.

  "You look so good like that, Sir. Lift your arms up, get those pits out for me." I told him. He obeyed my order and moved his arms over his head, allowing me to lean in and sniff at his hairy armpits. His scent filled my nose and made me moan. Only poppers made me react like this. I licked at him, tasting his salty sweat and then moved to kiss him. He answered by wrapping his legs around my hips and moaning into my mouth.

  I was getting too close, too quickly. I had to slow down or blow already. I pulled back and stood up straight again, pulling out at the same time. He moaned at my quick move out of his hole and panted for a few seconds. I took my chance to just look at him, sweating on the bed. Legs in the air, hands on his ankles. I moved back half a step and slid a finger into his hole, he gasped sharply and brought a hand to my arm.

  "A bit of lube, boy," he said.
  "Was that a question, Sir?" I asked, eyebrow arched. He had said I was in charge. "It's only one finger." He didn't reply to me, only withdrew his hand and found the poppers again. Without realising, I felt an evil grin spread across my face. I didn't know I'd enjoy being in charge of him so much. It's not that I'd never played this role before, but our previous sessions felt so cemented. Even calling him 'Sir,' he was being so submissive and he played the role well.

  I worked my finger another inch inside him and started rubbing his prostate. I wanted his belly hairs matted with precum and I wanted to lick it off his biohazard. I didn't work for long, he was squirming the moment I touched it. I pulled out fast, hoping for a reaction and I got what I wanted, he almost howled. There was no blood, but I figured I'd best be kinder to someone who doesn't bottom that often.

  Dropping to my knees, I kissed his hole before I started to eat it again. Trying to work as much spit inside and across his hole as I could, I worked for a little while, before coming up over his ballsack and up his dick. He still held his ankles up, so I reach up and grabbed his hands, working his legs free. Letting them drop to my shoulders, he looked down at me a little confused. I grinned up at him and moved a little more forward, moving his dick a little. In front of me was a slick matt of belly hair, covering a small biohazard tattoo. I licked and I heard him chuckle, as I cleaned the area entirely. When there was no more precum left, I kissed it and gave it a slight suck, followed by another kiss.

  His legs still resting on my shoulders, I stood up and lined my dick up to his hole again, grabbed the bottle of poppers and took at hit myself. Passing him the bottle, I spat on my hand and rubbed it across my cock, waiting for his exhale. When I pushed back in, he had reverted to pained moans.
  "It's okay, Sir. I'm gonna breed you soon. Do you want my load inside you?" I pumped slowly, warming him up.
  "Yes please, boy. Breed my hole fast, I don't think I can take much more," he begged.
  "I'll take as long as I want. What if I want to fuck you again? You need to get used to my dick, Sir."

  He looked at me with a defiant look, but didn't say anything. If he was in charge and he had looked at me like that, I'd have been scared for my hole. I had a feeling I was going to pay for that line later, which only made my dick harder. I knew I was filling him with precum, as he only got slicker and slicker. He wasn't struggling after a couple more minutes and was pulling my ass into him.

  Leaning in, I kissed him again and decided to go for it. I sped up, pumping as hard and fast as I could. His moans became more frantic and he broke our mouths apart.
  "Fuck, boy, you're hitting it. Fuck. Uh. Uh. Uh.," with every thrust. I realised I must be on his prostate with my dick.
  "I'm getting close, Sir. I'm gonna breed you. It's gonna be a big load."
  "Do it," he told me, still making noises when I pushed into his hole.

  I fucked him as hard as I could, feeling my balls tingle and tighten. "I'm cumming, Sir. I'm gonna cum," and I blew my load. I could only manage some slow thrusts whilst my balls emptied themselves, before my body stilled and I stood above him, panting. I leaned in and kissed him once more, before I pulled out and crouched to lick his hole.

  His legs came down, moving me away from his bred hole and he told me to stand up. His tone was already one of dominance and I realised he meant what he said to the letter. I had bred him and that was where my control ended. He immediately took my cock in his mouth and cleaned me. He played with my balls, whilst sucking my still hard member clean. When he stood up, we kissed and shared my load and his hole between us. It was a passionate kiss, our arms wrapped around each other, tongues playing together.

  "I think it's time for you to get on the bed. How I was." His tone was firm. I realised I was about to reap what I had sown. I moved round him, hopped up onto the bed and grabbed the poppers. I started huffing at the little brown bottle as hard as I could, as I lifted my knees to my chest.
  "Yeah, you fucking know you're in trouble, don't you boy?" He chuckled and returned the evil grin I'd given him whilst I was inside him. "Go on, one more hit. Now, don't fucking move."

  He moved his dick to my dry hole and started pushing in. His dick was still a little lubed from precum, but not much. I cried out, my arms went up to slow him, but he caught my hands and pinned them to the bed.
  "It's only one dick, boy," he snarled at me. He spat in my face and said "that's the lube your hole was gonna get."

  As much as my hole was screaming, my dick was leaking again already. I was so turned on, by his new roughness. I was still in pain and my moans made it obvious. He was fucking hard and deep, but thankfully not down to the balls. I don't know if he was being merciful or if he couldn't fuck that deep so dry.
  "You need to get used to my dick, boy," he quoted back to me again. He was loving being able to use my own cocky lines against me.

  After a few minutes, my cries of pain has quietened and eventually started to sound like I was enjoying the fuck. Once I had had another few hits of poppers, I was no longer in pain at all. That's when he pulled out and quickly moved to my hole. I heard his first delighted crow of pleasure and wondered what had him so happy. Was he just happy to see my gape again?

  "Fuck yeah boy, now you can lube my dick up again," he said as his face popped up between my legs. I saw what had made him so pleased. His wide smile was smeared with blood, from the tip of his nose down to the bottom of his chin. My stomach dropped, but my dick pulsed. I knew I was here to get pozzed, but something inside me switched and I felt fear for a second, before he stood and tapped my leg.

  I followed his instructions, rolling off the bed and to his dick. His dick was red three quarters down. I hesitated whilst I inspected him.
  "Wait, before you suck it clean, wipe it across your face, boy. Match me."

  I looked up at him, unsure what to do. He arched an eyebrow at me, before grabbing my hair and his dick, moving his member sideways and my face forward. He slapped himself against my lips and my chin a few times, before sliding up and down.
  "Now you can lube up," he said, letting go of his dick and my hair, I grabbed his leg to steady myself and his balls to aim his dick forward. I opened wide and took him in my mouth, tasting my blood and nothing much else. I moved up and down his shaft, pushing the blood closer to his crotch and getting more over my lips. My dick was telling me how much I was enjoying it. I knew in that moment I was a pure pig, too far gone to go back. I sucked, spat and licked his dick like usual, getting it ready to fuck me as deep and hard as he usually did.

  A hand in my hair and a light tug upwards told me that it was time to get back on the bed. Before I could, he grabbed my face and kissed me, with his reddened muzzle. We shared a deep kiss, our dicks rubbing against each other, mirroring our tongues. He pulled back and licked my chin and lips, squeezed my cheeks to open my mouth and spat pink at my tongue. I couldn't help but moan.
  "Good pig. Middle of the bed, hands and knees. I'm gonna poz you for sure right fucking now, boy," he told me.
  I scrambled up the bed and grabbed the poppers. If my dick wasn't hard as it could be, it reached a new level as he spoke to me. My hole had been ripped up by a dry fuck and I was about to take another toxic load from an unmedicated poz dom.

  As I huffed poppers with my ass in the air, I felt him move slowly up the bed towards me. The anticipation was making my cock drip a continuous slivery line to the bed. Two fingers easily slid in my hole and earned a happy moan from me. He twisted them around a few times, before pulling out and pushing his dick in. He moved slowly all the way balls deep in one motion. I was glad for the chance to lube him up properly, I wasn't in any pain at all as I growled in pleasure.

  I felt his fingertips touch my back and move down. I was confused as to what he was doing, we hadn't used nails or scratched each others backs that I could recall. He did it again, but moved side to side.
  "Sir?" I asked with no answer. "What are you doing?" Silence again, until I got two fingers up my cunt again. I moaned happily whilst he moved his hips a couple of times, before stilling and removing his fingers to resume his weird actions.

  It dawned on me after another round of silent action. He was writing something on my back, in blood.
  "Fuck, Sir! Are you finger painting on me?" I couldn't help but laugh. "What are you writing?"
  "I'm labelling you as you are, boy. 'Bug chaser,'" He said. "Hand me my phone."

  I grabbed it, and passed it back to him. He took another minute in silence, pulled out a little and a bright flash went off behind me. Tapping my arm and sinking back in balls deep, he passed his phone back to me. 'BUG - CHASER' was written in red, across my back.
  "Oh fuck, Sir," I whined. My dick pulsed again.
  "I felt your hole clench. You want my toxic load, boy? You want my no meds HIV, you little cunt pig?"
  "Yes please, Sir. Fuck your load into me. Infect me. Give me everything you got, Sir," I begged.

[PozTalkAuthor]

This is so hot, wish I could have one chapter each evening I get back from work!!! LOL! 

 

[Hungryhole903]

Fuckkkkk. Thus is the hottest damn story I've read in a while. 👍👍 2 thumbs up for this one. Keep it going man. 

[Holmsey92]

Fuck yeah that's good!

[Str8convert]

Oh fuck this story has made me think that I need to start chasing. Having dirty pig sexy even half as verbal as this would have me begging like a pig for toxic loads.

[PozTalkAuthor]

5 minutes ago, Str8convert said:

Oh fuck this story has made me think that I need to start chasing. Having dirty pig sexy even half as verbal as this would have me begging like a pig for toxic loads.

you have (we have) lots of folks to explore these fantasies with, here!

[Str8convert]

22 minutes ago, PozTalkAuthor said:

you have (we have) lots of folks to explore these fantasies with, here!

I can tell from all the hot stories I've read, each one making me more and more turned on by poz cock.

[PozTalkAuthor]

5 minutes ago, Str8convert said:

I can tell from all the hot stories I've read, each one making me more and more turned on by poz cock.

 

the good thing is we can explore any fantasy even without becoming real if we don't want to. Poz is a lifelasting decision and it must be chosen wisely

[Str8convert]

1 hour ago, PozTalkAuthor said:

 

the good thing is we can explore any fantasy even without becoming real if we don't want to. Poz is a lifelasting decision and it must be chosen wisely

That is very true. And it would be something I would not do lightly 

[Anone]

Wow, wow, wow, what a fantastically hot story 😈

[BBwhore90]

  "Nasty bug chasing pig!" He yelled at me, pulling out and slamming back in. I groaned in pleasure as he did it again and again. It was all I could do to hold my position and not let him push me away.
  "Thank you, Sir," I moaned back to him as he jack hammered my bloodied cunt.

  I picked his phone up again to look at the picture he'd took, before turning it around and taking another. This time I took a selfie, lifting it high and getting Sir's torso in the frame. I looked great, washed out and blue from the poppers and smeared with blood over my back. I could see red starting to spread up my cheeks and up Sir's crotch. My dick couldn't get any harder, even if I tried.

  Deciding to help, I dropped the phone and my face into the bed and reached both my hands back. I grabbed my wet cheeks and pulled them apart, helping Sir open my hole just a little further.
  "Fuck yeah, boy. Stretch that cunt," was all he said as he continued to fuck me hard. He spat and I heard it land, but I didn't feel it.

  I lay still for a short while, accepting the fuck he was giving my hole and moaning throughout. I realised I could lie there forever, enjoying his thick dick and knowing he was knocking me up.
  "Ride me, pig," he ordered and pulled out. He climbed on the bed, arranged pillows for himself and waited for me to get on top of him. His dick was still red and now so were his balls and up to his muscular V. His hard fucking must have spread it out. I wondered how my hole looked. I brought my hands up and saw my fingers covered in my own blood, too. 

  As I moved on my knees to my top, I could help but grab my dick and give it a few pumps. I was so turned on and I was still a little shocked that I was enjoying such a rough fuck and bleeding on a poz cock. I lifted a leg over his waist, used his chest to steady myself and lined his dick up with my hole again. I sank slowly down to his balls, both of us moaning our delight. I shifted my legs up and my feet forward, ready to ride and noticed that I'd left red streaks where my fingers had dragged down his chest.

  Once again I started pumping my dick as I started riding his. I realised I'd made my own dick bloody and decided to go all in. I moved both my hands to my ass cheeks and purposefully swirled them around, covering them. I moved one back to my dick, painting my member and my balls red, while I used the other to trace his biohazard. Once I was satisfied, I did it again to both our nipples and then I put two handprints on his chest.

  "You're a nasty pig, boy. I can't believe you're smearing us both with your bloody cunt. Nasty little pig!" He was thrusting up into me, meeting my equally forceful ride. "Don't stop, boy! We look amazing right now!"
  "You turn me on so much, Sir. Thank you for this. Thank you for everything," I told him.

  I lavished praise on him, while we fucked. I told him how good his dick made me feel, how his body turned me on, how good looking he was. I met his thrusts with enthusiasm, trying to work him to orgasm. I realised he'd been rubbing his fingers at my hole whilst I'd been talking and then rubbing his hands up and over me. As I looked down at myself, I had red marks all over my chest.

  "Fuck, Sir. I'm red all over," I panted.
  "Yeah, boy. You look great," he said with a grin.
  "Will you cum in me?" I pleaded.
  "Of course, boy. Do you want my load right now? Wanna get your split hole pozzed?"
  "Yes, Sir! Please poz me! I'm ready, put your toxic load in me!" I begged.
  "I hope you are ready, pig. You're bleeding and I'm not on meds. You're sure to get it, boy. Are you sure you want it? Last chance," he said, speeding up his thrusts.

  Before I could reply to him, he had pulled me down to his chest and flipped me over without letting his dick slip out of me. I yelped a little before grabbing the backs of my knees and relaxing my hole again. From this angle he started hitting my prostate with his deep thrusting and I made a noise each time his dick brushed against it.

  "Don't stop, Sir. Don't stop," I pleaded. All I could do was watch as he pounded my cunt, making small drops of blood fly up, speckling us both with fresh droplets.
  "You're gonna get it, boy. You're gonna get pozzed. I'm gonna fucking poz you. I'm cumming," he roared. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," and he finally stopped his motion, sliding balls deep and lying on top of me.

  I let go of my legs, clamped them to the sides of his torso and moved my arms to embrace him. I didn't ever want to move.