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[nicktheslut]

The feeling of pain rippled through my body, followed by the heavy weight on top of me. My arse was full and stretched like never before. Like sandpaper to the rough edges of a wood plank, my inner walls gripped Matt’s ridged cock with every thrust. Matt ferociously pumped into me. How did I get here? I suddenly felt guilty for cheating on my partner. But was I? I didn’t intend this. I wasn’t looking for it. But as much as it hurt, I yearned for it. I craved it. Matt’s lips cupped my neck like a baby to a nipple and sucked intimately on my skin. The sting, mixed in with the rippling pain from my stretched-out arse, clouded my mind from any sensibility. Matt had no intent of letting me go yet.

 

I dragged my dry red eyes down Matt’s sunburnt hairy back to his pasty white arse cheeks, seeing them tighten and retract with every thrust he made. It was then that the rough grinding to my inner walls turned to a slick, lathered feeling. Did he cum? No. His pace remained consistent and forceful, with no concern for my comfort. The air had an aroma of my arse; I worried that it was unclean. But it was clear that Matt did not care. He wanted to fuck. Fuck hard. I moaned in pain and pleasure. The thought of my partner returned to me. This stranger was fucking me.

‘Are you wearing a condom?’ I stammered under my groggy breath.

Matt’s hold tightened. I felt a sudden shift in his pace. It shortened and quickened. His suction to my neck tightened. He was biting. Then Matt released his lips from my tender neck.

‘Uuh…Aah.’

My hole painfully stretched slightly further with every pump of his cock. He kept moving in and out of me. It felt like eons as he unloaded. I prayed that he was wearing a condom. Then he stopped, and I felt his tense body relax as he settled his total weight on top of my body.

 

The room was slightly spinning. The drugs were still rife in my system. Matt lifted himself off me. I felt his ridged cock pull away from my hole. My inner walls were still gripping for dear life. Then I felt the head of his cock grip my outer ring. The pain made it clear that his knob was more prominent than his shaft as it broke past, releasing that stretched feeling.

‘Argh!’

It hurt like hell as I felt my walls retract to what I could only hope was its normal size, but it was too slow to prevent the feeling of a cum seeping out. The scent of my arse in the air intensified. Matt lifted himself to his knees. His naked, masculine body was beaming down on me. My dry eyes admired his leathery, hairy body as I trailed down his v-cut to his slick cock. It wasn't dirty, just slick from his man juices. He wasn’t wearing a condom.

 

Matt tossed me another bottle of water and my pants as he lifted himself off the bed.

‘Where are my jocks?’

‘You won’t need them.’

I needed to rehydrate quickly, so I undid the pre-opened bottle and gulped down the foul-tasting liquid.

‘There is G in this.’

‘Finish it, boy. Your night is not done yet.’ He said as he lifted his pants over his bare arse cheeks while tucking his semi-hard, slick cock inside.

 

I fell in and out of consciousness. Time was passing by. People. Men talking at me, not to me. I was no longer in the small room. I had the feeling I was no longer at the club. Was Shawn there? I couldn’t tell. I worked all my strength to gain vision of my surroundings. My environment was different. There were men everywhere. Their attire was different. Minimal. Shirtless hairy torsos illuminated by neon lights and hazy smoke. I was at a club, but not the same club I was at before.

‘You are at a leather bar. Relax, kid.’ I heard the familiar voice of Shawn. ‘Welcome back. Matt got you fucked up, ey.’

‘What, why?’ My head was spacy and incoherent.

‘Stop asking questions you know the answers to.’ He patted me on the back. ‘This is where I leave you. Have the night of your life.’

I watched Shawn disappear into the crowd of half-naked men. I dragged my feet to the bar and squeezed between what I could only describe as furry bears. I felt the pointy studs of a leather harness wrapped around one of the furry bears’ bodies scrape against my arm as I slumped over the sticky, alcohol-stained bar. The bear turned to my side.

‘Watch yourself, little boy. These things are sharp.’ I could smell the overwhelming scent of sweat and sex in the air. The music beat so loud it prevented my mind from concentrating. But I could feel the bear eyeing me off intensively. ‘Nice hickey. Looks like you have been having a good night.’

‘Apparently, it is not over.’ Did I say that?

‘We have a ripe one here, Barry.’ He commented to the bear on my other side.

‘He looks a little out of it. Did you take something, young man?’ Barry wrapped his arm over my shoulder.

‘Yeah. Matt made me smoke and drink… Um… Well, you know.’

‘Who the fuck is Matt?’

‘Is he your boyfriend.’

‘No. He is… Actually, I don’t know who he is. He fucked me.’

Both bears laughed simultaneously.

‘We have a slutty one here.’ The first bear chuckled in his burly voice.

‘You are sticking with us, little one.’ Barry’s arms pulled me under his sweaty armpit. I felt the moisture slather across my face and lips as I got a taste of Barry’s saltiness.

 

The drugs kept pulling me in and out of awareness. I knew the Bears were talking to me and asking me questions. But I could only half tell what was being said. I felt a big hand slip between the crack of my arse and a large finger circle my hole. This pushed my face deeper into the other bear’s armpit.

‘He’s wet down there. No condom. You poz, boy?’

‘What?... huh? Yeah, no condom.’

‘Ah! Good. Poz boy.’

‘This little slut boy will be perfect for tonight.’

‘Eagle Tamers?’

‘Eagle Tamers.’ Barry nodded.

I was lifted from under my arms and carried out of the club.

 

The words Eagle Tamers kept penetrating my mind. I knew I was in a vehicle. I was slumped sideways in the back seat. My head rested on denim wrapped over a thick thigh. There was this familiar, dirty scent, like caked-in cum wafting off the fabric.

‘Eagle Tamers.’ I muttered under my breath.

‘Look who’s coming back to reality, Barry.’ The first bear called out to Barry.

‘What’s Eagle Tamers?’

‘It is a special cruise club, my little piggy.’ Barry called out from the driver’s seat.

‘Only the nastiest of nasty blokes go there.’ The first Bear added. ‘Tonight is Eagle Tamer’s Quarterly Event party. It is going to be a full house.’

I tried to lift myself off the thick thigh and gain focus. ‘I got to get home. My partner must be worried. Can you take me home?’

‘To Matt?’

‘No. My boyfriend –‘

‘Fuck!’ Barry cut in, ‘this little cumdump is a cheating piglet.’

‘What a little slut bag.’ The first Bear chuckled. Then passed me a bottle filled with a blue liquid, ‘Drink this.’

I was profoundly dehydrated and gulped every bit.

‘Holly shit! The piglet drank the whole lot.’

Barry laughed.

The rest of the drive was a complete blur.

[POZbreedingPIG]

Very hot 🔥.  Can't wait for more 🤪

[nicktheslut]

The house was worn and weathered. I was light on my feet but heavy in my arms. I was upright, but only with the help of the two Bears. My senses and my mind started to return when we entered. The interior was no better than the outside. The furniture was old and tattered, and it was from an era I was not born in. The leather couches were torn and worn down. The walls were dirty, smoke-stained white, and covered in graffiti with provocative imagery. Cocks, Arse, fuck scenes, all kinds of gay male pig fantasies, and the carpet was sticky like an old pub. The odour wafting was a mixture of body fluid matted deep into it. But it was a cramped crowd of men that took me by surprise. The Bears were correct when he said they were the nasty of the nastiest. It was dark and difficult to see faces, but from what I could observe through my blurry, hazy vision, there wasn’t anyone younger than 40ish.

‘The young ones avoid places like this piglet.’ Bear one spoke.

It was like he read my mind.

‘Yeah. Young ones are always pretentious.’ Barry followed. ‘But occasionally, we find real whores like you.’

I felt hands touch, prod and pinch me as the Bear escorted me through the crowd. The house grew darker the deeper we went in. We entered a snug room illuminated with only a red light. Barry held me up as Bear One went behind me, gripped my pants and tore them off. I was bare naked, rock hard. I don’t even know where my shirt went. Did I leave it at the club where Matt fucked me? Bear one trailed his large fingers over my tiny bubble butt, then aggressively pulled my cheeks apart while Barry bent me forward. My wet, tender hole was exposed. I felt the air being blown into my hole. I couldn’t help but squeeze it tight with every breath.

‘Mm. Grr.’ Bear One mumbled as he cupped his lips around my tight whisker.

I could feel his thick beard scratching at my soft skin as he pressed his strong tongue against my tight hole. His strength was overpowering as he forced it through, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. Barry kept my head down, and I watched as he undid his denim jeans, slipping them past his enormous thighs. He pressed my face into his crotch, leaving me no choice but to lick and suck and endure the rank, nasty taste of his yellow-stained white jockstrap cupping his massive bulge.

 

What felt like hours must have only been moments as I ate up the disgusting body fluids deliberately left to fuse with the jockstrap. Bear One worked my hole open with his tongue. I could feel myself loosening up. I began to enjoy it when he suddenly stopped.

‘I don’t want you too open, pig boy. I want you to feel my cock break you open.’

I breathed in a breath of stale air as they lifted me and placed me in a sling in the middle of the room. My body was still weak from the drugs coursing through my veins as they cuffed me in. I was spread wide. My hole is fully exposed. Barry tossed a red ball gag on my chest. Bear One grabbed my cock and began to toss it.

‘Please don’t.’

‘We like to use our piglets cum as lube.’ Bear one growled.

He wasn’t waiting. He pumped hard. I was so horny I knew it wasn’t going to take long. This was when Barry slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I couldn’t hold on any longer as I felt squirt after squirt of my load that was built up since my last wank a few nights earlier coat my stomach and chest. I tasted the flavour of saltiness on my lips as one of my sprays reached my lips. Before I could lick it up, Barry pressed his lips over mine and pashed me intensely while sucking up my cum. The calm relaxing tingles through my veins as my orgasm subsided while Bear One scooped up my cum from my body. He fingered it into my hole.

‘Good boy. You are nice and wet… Ready for my cock.’ Barry murmured as he watched Bear One push his fingers in deep.

I find that once I cum, I lose all desire to keep fucking and have a sudden urge to fall asleep. This moment was no different.

‘Stop. I have to go.’ I begged in a groggy voice while trying to squirm my way off Bear One’s fingers

The bears both laughed.

‘Please! I have to go. My partner will be worried.’

Barry pushed a bottle under my nose. ‘Sniff, boy.’

I held off at first. But Barry kept nudging my head. I took two long whiffs in each nose, and a sudden buzz of a feeling hit me. My blood coursed as I felt my heart pump. Barry pushed the ball gag into my mouth. I could taste the remanence of my cum on it. Bear One pressed the head of his cock to my juiced-up hole. I was spinning in all sorts.

Barry whispered into my ear. ‘You are ours for the night, piglet. You are going to get turned out. Fuck you with our poz cocks. Recharge you with our toxic loads while we keep you high as fuck.’

Poz cocks? I thought. These guys are HIV-positive. I struggled with the wrist restraints. I tried to say that I was negative and not on prep. But the ball gag was big, and my jaw was stretched out. All that came through was mumble. That’s when I felt Bear One’s knob press hard against my hole. He went in balls deep. I scream in agony. He pulled all the way out, keeping only his head inside me, then forced his way back in. My tight walls gripped Bear One's rock-hard cock, but his force pushed past the grip making it feel like sandpaper to my hole.

The chain rattled as Bear One power fucked into me. ‘Oh. I forgot to mention. Bob doesn’t play nice.’ Barry continued, ‘You see. He doesn’t last long; he prefers to go in, fuck hard until he shoots. But don't worry, he gets a second wind and goes back again.’

I tried to scream throughout the ruthless arse raping; I was crying by this point. Barry pressed against my shoulders to ensure that Bob’s thrust smashed harder into me. My load didn’t seem to do much to lube me up. Bob picked up the pace, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

‘Hear it comes, faggot. Ready to take my poz load.’ He grabbed the straps to the sling and smashed away at my hole. ‘Fuck yeah! Here I cum. Argh!! Fuckkk! I’m cumming.’ He didn’t stop fucking as he shot his load in me. The ruthless pace did not let off. My mind spun, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind that I had just received a poz load into my neg unprotected hole. Guilt struck me. How was I going to explain what had happened to me tonight to my boyfriend?

Barry released the pressure from my shoulders. Bob kept fucking as Barry stood beside Bob. Suddenly Bob pulled out completely, and Barry forced his solid steal cock into my wrecked cummy hole. He was longer and had more girth; I felt my hole stretch out further and the sting of my inner hole being ripped open. Bob pressed against my shoulders, similar to what Barry did for Bob as Barry raped me.

I tried and begged, but it all fell on deaf ears as Barry fucked away ‘Oh fuck! Barry, I see red. You have broken him.’ Bob announced.

‘This piglet is definitely going to get recharged.’ Barry laughed as he pulled his cock completely out of my hole. I felt a tremendous, cool emptiness for a split moment before his cock went back in.

A rag went over my face. Breath in Faggot. I took a deep breath and instantly felt an incredible buzz. My body went numb, and I had an out-of-body moment. I could feel the thumping feeling from Barry’s relentless fucking, and I knew my hole was being destroyed, but I couldn’t feel the pain or torture no more.

‘Oh Shit! That Max Impact has made this pig loosen up.’ Barry picked up his pace.

The rag went over my face again. ‘Breath in again.’ I did as I was told.

I could hear the sound of a door opening.

‘Oh fuck.’

‘What do we have here?’

I could hear the sounds and footsteps of other men entering the room. The clanking of buckles hitting the floor and the thud of boots being tossed aside. The drugs were overwhelming, and I passed out.

 

I came to, blindfold was gone. Dark figures moved in closer. The room felt smaller. The red lighting illuminating the rank graffitied walls was blocked from my view. I sat my head back only to find my reflection beaming down upon me. The darkness framed my young, smooth skin and trim body—a sharp pain pierced through the overwhelming distraction of fear. It echoed the thumping pressure in my arse. I felt full. Stretched. A dark figure was between my legs. Meaty, hairy hands cupped my chest. Dry fingers pressing hard against my nipple. The urge to scream was blocked out. My mouth was still full. My jaw was wide. The ball gag was secure. There was nothing I could do to stop the pain. There was nothing I could do to scream.

[Westlonlad]

This is absolutely phenomenal so far 

[Pnp-pig]

OMG I can just imagine where this is going.   fisting, db chem piss etc. hopefully some more T 😈🐷🦯🐷😈  just for the fun of it 

[nicktheslut]

Bob spoke near my ear, ‘Welcome back, Faggot. You are in for a long night of raping and recharging. Random strangers are going to fuck and use you. Who knows, maybe some of them might know you, see you in the streets and know what a slutty cumdump you are, and you will never know who they are. These men mean business. They mean to fuck… Hard. They won’t give a shit how you feel. They will just force their way into you with their dirty cocks. Use the last bloke’s cum as their lube. And if it is all churned up and dry, they will probably piss in you or pour beer in you to keep you wet. Hell, some of these guys won’t even do that. Some of these guys want you dry. Dry so your hole grips their cocks while they fuck you hard and rip the inner walls of your arse to be sure they recharge you.’ Barry’s pace as he fucked, picked up. I moaned under the increasing pain of his raping. He grabbed my chin to make me look into his eyes. There was desire and fury in his overwhelming stare.

‘LOOK AT ME WHILE I BREED YOU!’ Barry called out. I locked onto his piercing eyes.

‘Fuck yeah!’

‘Charge up the cunt.’

‘You’re nothing but a fuck rag tonight. Every cock that fucks you will strip a bit of your soul away. You will become an empty vessel for these blokes to dump their dirty poz seed into. No doubt other diseases.’ Bob continued.

‘Tim over here has syphilis.’ Someone in the crowd roared.

‘Common Barry, I can’t wait any longer. I need to cum.’ Another called out.

I could hear the words of encouragement from the crowd.

Oh God, I thought. I’m being pozzed. Fuck! These guys think I am Poz. I tried to speak. I tried to yell and tell them that I’m neg.

‘Oh, look here. The fuck rag wants to speak.’

Bob was still behind my shoulders, holding me still so the hard fucking from Barry hit harder. He undid my gag.

‘I’M NEG! OH GOD, I’M NEG. PLEASE STOP!’

Barry stopped. Cock held still deep in my stretched-out hole. ‘Neg?’

‘YES! Please. You need to stop.’

I could hear the gasps from the crowd.

‘Bahaha.’ Barry burst out laughing, ‘Oh boy. We have a converter. Oh, you are fucked tonight, fuck rag. Bob, grab the bag of T.’

Bob handed the bag over. Barry pulled out what I thought was quite a large shard. Barry pulled his cock out. He was careful, and I felt his knob pull on my outer ring slightly as he exited. For the first time in a little while, I felt empty. He pressed the shard against my puffy hole and held it there with his cock.

Bob pressed a brown bottle under my nose. ‘A big whiff.’

I did as I was told. Bob repeated the same thing with my other nostril. I felt an instant buzz and oddly relaxed. But it was short-lived as Barry forced his cock back into me, pushing the sharp rock into my tender hole. I could feel it scrape my inner walls as it entered. I scream in pain. The crowd roared in a mixture of laughter and sexual excitement. Like before, Barry just started fucking hard and relentless. The agony of torture shuttered through me as I felt the burn in my hole. This didn’t go on for too long before I had a sudden urge to want to be fucked. This desperate need to remain full crept in. The T was kicking in.

‘I don’t think I can hold on much longer.’ Barry announced in an unsteady voice. ‘Knowing that you are neg has got me too excited… FUCK! I can feel it. I’m about to shoot my poz load in you. Fuckkkk! Are you on prep?’

‘No!’ I moaned in my confusing state of excitement.’

‘Fuck! Argh, Ahhh!!. Fuck, I’m cumming!!’

Barry held tight, deep inside me. He bent over my body, head pressed against my chest and
I felt his cock pump jet after jet of his toxic load into me.

‘Hurry up, Barry. I can’t wait any longer.’

The last vision I saw before Bob slipped the blindfold over my eyes was Barry being pushed out of the by an older, hairless man with a long, possibly 10-inch cock. I couldn’t see his face in the shadows, but I could tell he was easily in his 60s. Barry's slick cock yanked out of my hole, and the old man pushed his knob in. His cock pushed into my puffy hole with force as my blindfold slipped over my eyes.

 

The night was a trail of cock after cock being fucked into me. I was drunk on cum, T and poppers. Occasionally, someone would press a rag over my face, forcing me to breathe, and I would have a sudden out-of-body moment. There were times when I must have been vacant from my mind and body as, at points, I would wake feeling that there was someone different fucking me. There was a point where I woke up with the blindfold off, and I saw this old hairy man with saggy man tits, easily in his 80s, pumping away at my loose hole. I watched him stare at my smooth young body while he licked his scaly lips, entirely in his own world while he fucked away at me. Then he groaned and moaned. I knew what he was doing.

‘Fuck yeah faggot!’ Someone in the crowd yelled out.

‘The guy has full-blown AIDS.’

‘What a pig. I have never seen a cunt take so much dirty cum.’

The old man pulled out; I felt my loose hole try to hold in all the cum, but it was too much. Gush after gush of random loads squirted out of me. This didn’t last long. Another random old man entered me, while the blindfold went over my eyes and a pipe pressed me to mouth.

‘Smoke.’ I took 3 massive hits. I was spun.

My body was wet with sweat and piss. Guys pissed on me; some even made me drink their piss as they made me suck their cock. I could taste the resentence of cum and arse juices. I never cleaned out, so there was always this worry that all these cocks might reach something I don’t want to taste. But my mind was too fucked to think too heavily about that thought, and by this stage, there was no telling how long I was here and how many strangers fucked and bred me.

The room smelt like a dirty bathroom. Occasionally a bloke will just walk over and cum over my face or chest. I could even feel it dry and crust in my hair. Looking in the mirror, I could not recognise the reflection beaming down on me. Bob said I would become nothing but a cum rag. And that’s precisely what I could see looking down on me.

 

‘Hey guys,’ I heard Barry call out. ‘Who wants to double dick the cunt?!’

Fuck no. I thought. But strangely, I felt my cock tingle at the thought. I have never had two dicks in me at once.

‘Look at this. The fuck rag is getting a stiffie over the thought of being fucked by two cocks at once.’

There was a keyboard tone ringing in the background. Was someone on a computer? I thought.

‘Hang on, boys. I’m about to cum.’ Said the guy raping my hole.

He picked up his pace; he was getting close. The keyboard sound was getting louder and louder, as he pumped harder and harder.

‘HERE I CU…..’

‘Wake up.’

I felt my body being shaken.

‘Wake up.’

My eyes opened to my face pressed heavily against my computer keyboard. Then, my eyes adjusted to see my boyfriend looking down at me.

‘What are you doing?'

I turned my head, and in my hazy eyesight, I could see my computer screen with a X-twitter on the browser and an image of two older blokes fucking a younger guy on an ottoman with big, bold writing across the images saying, Retweet if you love strangers pozzing you.

‘Are you into poz play? Do you want to get pozzed?’

‘What? Um, what?’

‘You disgusting pig. I knew there was a reason I couldn’t touch you. Have you been getting fucked by poz guys?’

‘No.’ I mumbled.

‘But you want to?’

I couldn’t find the strength to speak.

‘Maybe, I should whore you out. Sell off your status.’

My ears twitched. Did I hear that right? I thought. I looked up at my boyfriend, who had this evil grin.

‘Let’s make some money, faggot.’ The corner of his grin slightly lifted. ‘Maybe I need to give you a little bit of influence.’ And he held up a bag of T.

[Pnp-pig]

That took an interesting run at the end!

what an imagination this boy had!

hot story @nicktheslut

[OFfenesLoch]

It‘s a pity I could not give a „upvote“. I‘m run out of them for today. 👍👍👍👍👍

[gngrslv81]

Fuck. This was amazing!

[nicktheslut]

Thank you for the feedback. Hats off to the storytellers on here. I have read some amazing and quite fucked up stories that have left me wondering at the most inappropriate times and places. I can only wish to write as well as some of the people on here. Writing a story is quite difficult, not just in imagining the story but in structuring it, building interest and suspense, characters you want to follow, and finding the time to actually sit and write. So, the positive feedback everyone has given only motivates me and other writers to stay driven and write. So thank you 🙂 

[pozpopperpig]

Damn, that is hot!

[Erik62]

On 12/1/2024 at 3:12 AM, OFfenesLoch said:

It‘s a pity I could not give a „upvote“. I‘m run out of them for today. 👍👍👍👍👍

👍👍👍A real SHIT 💩, when those fun little emojis run out. It always happens when you really need them 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣.

[PozTalkAuthor]

On 12/5/2024 at 11:45 AM, nicktheslut said:

Thank you for the feedback. Hats off to the storytellers on here. I have read some amazing and quite fucked up stories that have left me wondering at the most inappropriate times and places. I can only wish to write as well as some of the people on here. Writing a story is quite difficult, not just in imagining the story but in structuring it, building interest and suspense, characters you want to follow, and finding the time to actually sit and write. So, the positive feedback everyone has given only motivates me and other writers to stay driven and write. So thank you 🙂 

 

Same feeling. Writing is pleasant but when you write for others... to give sexual excitement to others? 

It's much much different.