RECHARGE PARTY: NACHLADEN

[Van2man]

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way**

***Also - forgive my rusty German***

 

“C’mon, Mikey,” it’s through here,” I called back to him urgently. “This is the door that Wolfgang told us about”

Mike and I crept silently towards the blue door that said “Nur für Mitarbeiter.” In my limited German, I knew that meant “EMPLOYEES ONLY”. Yes, this is where Wolfgang told us to go. We crept silently, even though no one could possibly hear us over the din of the techno music-- it’s hypnotic beat pulsating and throbbing in our ears. Even while still outside, we could hear it clearly – on every fourth beat, a voice dubbed over the music added a rotation of single word: “TOXIC” “POZ” “AIDS” “VIRUS.”  Yeah, this was the place and soon, just beyond that blue door, my best friend Mikey and I would get access into one of the most exclusive parties in the world: The infamous “Nachladen” party, exclusively only for POZ-detectable men, totally invitation only and only after applicants submit a copy of lab work showing a detectable viral load within 2 weeks of the date of the party.

Lab work papers or .pdfs are checked again at the door by a fearsome looking punk bouncer, Carsten, who, at almost 7 feet tall and in his custom biohazard-shaped harness, biotats all over his lean body, and almost always wearing nothing at all, presented a formidable obstacle to access the converted warehouse on the outskirts of Berlin, by a small river, across the field and over a 6ft chain-link fence that Mikey and I scaled just before reaching the blue door.

And even if your paperwork showed the required viral load qualifications, if Carsten didn’t like your look, or somehow thought you were faking being toxic to get in, he’d throw you out before you even get in the door. Nobody argued with Carsten.

As these prerequisites were explained to me back home by my friend Clay who is a veteran of the Nachladen parties. Certainly, Mikey and I, both of us still neg after almost a year of chasing HIV, weren’t going to get in. But we were going to, in Berlin, stopping there on a train trip of Europe, and we beseeched Clay to try to get us in.

“Sorry, Chris, chasers like you two aren’t welcome at the Recharge Party (using the rough English translation for “Nachladen.)” You gotta convert to HIV POZ first, and then you need proof of toxicity, like recent lab results to show them from your phone. Carsten will never let you in. He is one mean muthafucker, especially when he’s pounding a load from his poisoned cock into you.”

Mike and I were dejected by this, of course, especially since in the last few years, more and more guys have openly and unashamedly chased the upgrade to POZ status - any gay street fair you go, or even this WeHo coffee shop we’re sitting in, is chock-a-block with guys festooned with biotats: Radiocative Symbols, Scorpions, Biohazard signs, or just the words “positive” or “HIV Inside.,” Our statuses have both stubbornly remained “negative,” despite Clay’s repeated breedings of us both. Clay, of course, was famously pozzed by his uncle Randy and a few of Randy’s high-viral fuck buddies at an infamous Tahoe conversion party, where 14 chasers got into the poz brotherhood in a single weekend.

But Clay’s best efforts at converting me and Mikey had still not resulted in the desired outcome…Time after time, our home tests came up with just 1 line – negative…we had both been off PrEP for about a year, so why the conversion wasn’t happening was a mystery to us as we had been steadily taking loads from Clay, exclusively so he could claim us as his first converts and get on the road to the X tatted on his body, signifying 10 successful pozzings. Clay took his meds for awhile, but missed out on all the pozzing fun his buddies got to have, so he’s been med free for over a year now. Despite that, Clay had been frustrated by his apparent inability to poz us, and resolved to go to Berlin to the infamous Nachladen party to pick up a few more strains, or maybe the elusive HIV1/HIV2 combo, or even the rarer, legendary Cuban strain. A few months back, he took his first trip to Berlin, and since then, he’s been going every month for their famous bacchanal of HIV…guys celebrating the brotherhood of HIV/AIDS surrounded by their own kind…You can poz all the chasers you want outside Nachladen, but you can’t bring them in to the party.

One day, he emailed over the secret link to the party and Mikey and I devoured the page:

NACHLADEN: The ONLY POZ-TOXIC party in Berlin.

You must be certified not just HIV POZ, but also TOXIC : WE CHECK YOUR VIRAL LOAD. We require .pdf or paper copies of your recent lab results, to even be eligible to attend. Once certified as toxic, you will be added to our distribution list and our event coordinator Carsten will be reaching out to each of you personally for more details.

If you’re non-positive, you are not allowed to attend. This party is only for proven, high-viral TOXIC men to recharge each other, without the pressure of trying to poz up chasers. You can reach out to our members individually to poz up,  but until then you can’t attend NACHLADEN.

The website went on to offer member info for those who were available to pozzing up chasers. A small thumbnail pic and a unique Member ID linked to an anonymized email address for each toxic breeder.

It also suggested neg guys looking for upgrades to POZ check out the “BREED” party at Noxon Club in Las Palmas or reach out to one of “The Ten,” tox guys who tattoo an X for every 10 neg holes they poz up. There, a link took the user to The Ten’s subscription newsletter, run by Clay’s Uncle Randy, a veteran pozzer with over 150 men proudly converted to HIV by him, as evidenced by the 15 dark Xs branded across his mid-section. How many more no-questions-asked guys he pozzed in bathhouses and sex parties will never truly be known. He retired from the pozzing game, started meds and settled down with his husband Tom, but he kept the dream alive for guys through his page.

“But we’ve been through “The Ten” already,” Mikey protested, as I silently nodded in agreement, and since we’re already going to Berlin, I want to the chance to poz up for real at the mecca for toxic HIV/AIDS fuckers!”

Mikey loves challenges, and he was determined to get into Nachladen come hell or highwater, wanting the chance to upgrade courtesy of some prime HIV high-viral toxic dudes. “The party in Las Palmas has too many chasers and not enough truly tox guys. I hear Nachladen has guys in all stages of HIV infection. That’s what I want!”

“It’s very German,” Mikey said to me one evening, scanning the webpage and holding my neg cock with his other hand, while my hand reached down his shorts and started playing with his sweet neg hole. Viewing this webpage for the infamous Nachladen party got us both hard and ready to fuck.

“We just need an ‘in,’” he said, casually stripping off his 5” inseam shorts and freeing his thick 8-inch cock from them. “Someone who works there, or one of their suppliers, maybe,” he added, lubing up his fat neg cock and bending me over, mounting me and thrusting it into my hole in one motion.

I took Mikey’s fuck like the joyous experience it always is. Mikey and I are total best friends united in the goal of going poz, and then hopefully getting X’d up good for every 10 successful gifted infections, and, yeah, we love each other as well and expect to spend our lives together as POZ partners, fulfilling our destiny to charge up as many as we could along the way.

As he’s fucking me, his fat cock slamming into me, he has an idea (he does his best thinking with his cock in a hole, or vice-versa.)

“Their main sponsor is Energie Lube,” he says breathlessly as his balls tighten and begin spraying my insides with his cum. Shuddering a few times as he deposits the last few drops in me, he says “Let’s find out some info on them.”

We quickly switch positions…Mikey’s hard cock and breeding of my hole has got me ready to blow as well. With only some spit on my cock, I flip him around and send it straight up his 21-year old neg hole and only after a few deep strokes, I send my load into him, slamming my cock deeper to get out the last drops of seed.

“If only these were poz loads,” I bemoan, but my partner Mikey is already plotting his moves to crash the Nachladen party.

A couple days later, he meets me in the coffee shop on Sunset Blvd – the one where Uncle Randy pozzed all the baristas one summer.

“I’ve got it,” Chris,’ he announces, sitting down with is cold brew. Energie Lube is a German company and I reached out to their visual marketing editor…I found him on BZ and I’ve already made plans to hook up with him once we get to Berlin. He’s a hot AIDS fucker named Wolfgang. Once I get to take his fuck, I’ll turn on the old charm and he’ll be the key to us getting into the Recharge Party. And, at least according to his BZ profile, he’s majorly toxic right now.

“How are you going to get him to help us,?” I asked. Mikey, leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. His fat pierced cock flopped out of the leg of his gymshorts, making no effort to hide it from view. Not that anyone cared – this was West Hollywood, after all. He just laughed and pointed to his expanding cock.

“And if that doesn’t do it, he can always drop a load of HIV in my neg hole. Then, I’ll ask him to get us in.”

“You and your schemes,” I said, reaching over to give him a deep kiss. “That monster in your shorts is getting me horned up. Let’s go home and fuck”

--2 WEEKS LATER—

We arrive at Wolfgang’s apartment on the perimeter of the old Friedrichshain neighborhood of what used to be East Berlin. Mikey is in his shortest shorts and a barely there tank top, while I’m in some leather gear I picked up at the leather shop in L.A. run by Randy’s fuckbud Ron (another of Randy’s many poz progeny).

Wolfgang buzzes us up and soon we’re on the 4th floor and he opens the door. I immediately peg him as a veteran of many years poz status…his lean body showing some appararent wasting signs but still musculature ripples along his torso which is bedecked with poz tats. A fat, pierced uncut cock surrounded by a thick metal cock ring and 2 or 3 metal ball weights completes the look.

Wolfgang apparently doesn’t speak a whole lot of English and as we are wordlessly led to the bedroom, he motions for us to strip out of our clothes.

In his bedroom, well, there was no bed, just a black rubber-clad mattress on the floor and a couple of slings along the wall, he held up a toothbrush and motioned for us each to get into a sling. By this point, no words still had been spoken, in any language. Wolfgang stroked his long toxic weapon and played with his nipple rings while Mikey and I each scampered into the slings.

“Which one first?” he finally uttered, in heavily-accented English, and before we had a chance to answer he approached Mikey and stuck the brush up Mikey’s waiting neg hole. Mikey and I have both been brushed like this before many times by Clay and other hot poz guys hoping their deathseed blooms inside us, so my bestie Mikey took the brush in stride, writhing with pleasure as it scraped his asswalls and prepared itself for a toxic flooding from Wolfgang’s hard cock. He has Energie-lubed his German sausage up and without a further word, drives it deep up my boyfriend’s pussy. Mikey throws his head back in pleasure with maybe a little pain as well but he soon acclimates to the fuck and Wolfgang is now pounding his AIDS-pole deep into Mikey’s guts. It was then I noticed the toothbrush hadn’t been removed…Wolfgang was fucking and brushing Mikey’s mancunt at the same time.

Mikey was reeling in pleasure at this anal invasion of cock and brush, and Wolfgang reared back and uttered a long string of words in guttural German, and exploded into Mikey’s cunt with what looked like 8 or 9 pulsations of infected seed. Finally pulling his dripping hog out of Mikey’s blown-out and brushed manhole, Wolfgang confidently strode over to me in my sling and without a word or a touch of his hand on my helicoptering cock, he plunged his unmedicated dick deep into my guts.

In his hand was the toothbrush, the same one used on Mikey and that went up my cunt as well, Wolfgang doing his best to bring us both into the POZ brotherhood right then and there. Despite breeding my bud Mikey 5 minutes ago, his cock showed no signs of abating and now he’s slamming it into me, the sling swinging back on every downthrust in my brushed pussy. The wasted German man could at last hold out no more, and with another string of utterances and a low grunt, he pulsed 9 shots of his AIDS-cum into my hole.

My cock, swirling back and forth and around and around, explodes with 7 shots of my neg cum shooting straight up into the air…Wolfgang getting splashed on his cheek with most of it – his tongue curling out of his mouth to collect the salty prize.

Exhausted, Mikey and I both lay there for a few minutes before Wolfgang helps us down and we move over to the mattress on the floor. His demeaner has changed now and at last he speaks, in accented English.

“You boys like that? Give me a few minutes and I’ll be able to go again” So 15 minutes later, we repeat the process, with Wolfgang loading each of us up again with more deadly HIV, and we are well and truly wiped out by now.

He brings us some water and we get to talking. He actually speaks English better than we thought at first. He founded the Energie Lube company there in Berlin a few years ago and supplies most of the German sex clubs, including the infamous Berghain and of course, the recharge fest for toxic dudes that is Nachladen. Energie-Lube has a proprietary formula, he claims, that helps cocks stay hard longer and rebound quicker. The subject turns to Nachladen:

“I’ve been poz for over 10 years,” and even though we love infecting chasers like you two boys, the party just lets us hang with out brothers without the pressure or competition to impregnate.”

“How toxic are you?” I ask, thinking of the two massive loads of his poison seed up my butt at the moment.

“Oh, very toxic. I don’t know how you measure it, but yeah, I’m totally able to poz you guys up…maybe this was the day!”

After a long conversation and then he even poured us some wine and fixed us some food, we excused ourselves to shower off. Mikey, looking for some shampoo, but also being a nosy little twink, opens Wolfgang’s bathroom cabinet and recoils at what he sees, grabbing a pill bottle to show me.

“It’s fucking PrEP!” he exclaims, showing me the bottle, written in English from a pharmacy, not in Germany, but in…Connecticut. The label clearly states “pre-exposure prophylaxis regimen.”

“And Wolfgang isn’t Wolfgang…he’s William and he’s from fucking Connecticut!,” Mikey tells me, shaking the pill bottle at me “Do you know what this means?”

“He lied about being toxic…Hell, he’s not even POZ!” we both shout.

“This is fantastic” Mikey says, to my bewilderment. “Just the knowledge we need to get into that club.”

--END OF PART 1--

[Menbendovr]

Great start of these two poz seeking adventurers determined to join the brotherhood!

[RotzBBengel]

Great start, would definitely love to read more... 👍👍

[nymidtowneast]

Damn! Great start. Can't wait to read about the party.

[viking8x6]

Excellent start! And very much enjoying all the nods to various other stories, videos and people.

[PozBearWI]

Splendid so far.  Man I hope they get pozzed before they get there, even if they're in their window period before getting to Nachladen.  

[randyrawman]

Hot! Love that you're writing another story, stud.

[hirondelle75]

Really hot beginning!

[Van2man]

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Certain assumptions in this story about any person are simply fantasy and fiction. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way**

 

--PART 2--

“Hey, Wolfgang,” Mikey says as he saunters out of the shower, naked, with his fat cock dangling down. “Or should I say ‘William’”?

Wolfgang whips around from washing dishes and turns to see Mikey holding his PrEP bottle. A look of horror crosses over his face.

“Seems like you’re shooting blanks, there, Willie,” Mikey closes in on the stunned man, reaches him and grabs his cock in his hand.

“Yeah, you threw a good fuck into us both with this fat hog, and I appreciate that,” he starts, “but you’re not even POZ and what’s worse is you’re on fucking PrEP to stay negative!”

“You misrepresented yourself,” I tell William/Wolfgang.

“Don’t sugarcoat it for him, Chris,” Mikey says to me “he fuckin’ lied about being POZ/toxic, about being able to poz us.

“But I like you, William,’ Mikey continues, stating his real name with a measured but clear amount of contempt.

‘I think you can help us out, here, Wiilliam. You not being POZ seems like something the guys at Nachladen might want to know about, huh William?”

William looked beseechingly at us and said “Please, don’t say anything to them, boys…Yeah, I lied…I’m a chaser just like you and I want to stop taking those pills – I got scared a couple of months back and I went back on PrEP, but I was overthinking it and I know I want to stop and poz up. He takes the pill bottle from Mikey and empties them out into the trash, pouring water over them to dissolve them. “That’s the last of them.”

“I reside in Berlin 2 weeks every month. All my tats, and what we did earlier is my fantasy of how I hope one day soon to poz up young guys looking for HIV. I’m not AIDS-wasted, I’ve just always been this skinny and vascular. I’m sorry, guys, what can I do to make it right?”

“You can get us into, or tell us how to get into Nachladen, “Wolfgang,” and we won’t say a word about it to anyone. Unless you want Carsten to know….”

God, how I loved Mikey, he had some balls, I thought to myself, wishing they were full of hot deathjizz.

“No, please never tell Carsten…anything but that,” he pleaded.

“There’s one more thing you can do for us, William,” Mikey continued “you can get your ass back in the bedroom and take our cocks.”

With that, Wolfgang/William puts himself face-down on the mattress and Mikey, lubing up his fat hog with Energie-Lube, heads straight for William’s hole, his engorged cock pushing through any resistance and he plants himself balls-deep up the imposter’s ass for a brutal fucking that I know only Mikey can deliver. Seeing my boyfriend pound out William like this, and imagining it was a hot poz cock about to spew HIV, got me horned up again and I motioned for Mikey to flip the guy over so we can double-fuck his hole.

Mikey and I kind of specialize in double-fucking a manhole, as we can perfectly alternate our strokes and our cocks just go together, except of course for the missing element of being POZ. Soon we have our rhythm going and it just feels too fucking good and each of us blow another load into the William’s  fuckchute.

As Mikey is pounding out the last few drops of sadly-negative seed, he adds another condition to the bargain:

“And we want two free cases of Energie-Lube sent to our home. That, and you get us into Nachladen and we’re all good, ‘Wolfgang’”

Wolfgang/William is bronco-busting on our still-hard dicks up his cunt and his 10-inch geyser spurts a huge load of cum into the air. The dude writhes off us and we all collapse in a sweaty, cummy heap.

“I like you, Wolfgang, you throw a mean fuck,” Mikey tells him, “but don’t go back on our deal…or else Carsten will find out you’re shooting blanks.”

And with that direct threat to William/Wolfgang, Mikey had our plan to get into Nachladen…William was both a (supposedly tox-poz) member and a vendor for the party. As we talked, he told us how he falsifies his lab work with AI so he can get into Nachladen’s front door and past Carsten.

But when he delivers his supplies, he enters in the back of the club with a passcode at the locked back door – that was our ticket in.

--1 WEEK LATER--

The night of the party, we’re in the back of a taxi headed to Nachladen. When we tell the driver where we’re going, he just smiles and says “Yes, I’ve heard of it. He hands us a card with his number on it; Klaus.

“I’ve been trying to qualify for membership at Nachladen for some time now. Maybe sometime you boys can help a chaser out?”

 

AT THE BLUE DOOR

Saying to Klaus we wanted to walk the rest of the way, he dropped us off about 1km away, so under the cloudy night sky, we scampered over the fence and through the field toward the back of the building. A single dim floodlight did little to illuminate the door, but Wolfgang’s directions were good and soon enough we were at the door, Mikey holding the slip of paper with the passcode, his shaky finger nervously poised to enter the combination.

“Is this real, Chris, can this be the night we join the HIV brotherhood?” He is trembling a bit with anticipation.

In the dim light, he struggled to read the paper and press the darkened number keys on the entry lock.

“6, 2, 9, 0, 7,” he recited as he pressed each key. Nothing happened except for a short buzzing noise. That wasn’t it.

Scanning the paper against the dimness, he corrected himself “6,2, 9, 6, 7,” that’s it.” Still nothing but the buzz.

“Give it to me, Mikey, you know your eyes are bad without your glasses,” I said snatching the paper. “I’m surprised you don’t have this memorized.”

“Here we go,” I said, “this will be it: “6,2,8,6,7,” I recited. BINGO. The keypad flashed green and beeped affirmatively three times. A lock inside the door opened with a click. I pulled the handle and the louder techno music flooded out and we both recoiled back a bit at the aural intrusion.

“C’mon, Mikey,” I urged to him, “let’s go,” and we stepped inside the dark hallway beyond the door. Red exit lighting was about all the light we had, as we left our phones at the hotel. Phones weren’t allowed and as Clay told us, if Carsten or any of his fearsome guards spotted a phone, you’d get thrown out and blackballed from future parties.

The hallway was shrouded in heavy black curtains on both sides and according to Wolfgang’s instructions, we had to walk about 100 feet to the back of the stage, where sometimes live sex shows would take place. It was straight down this hall 100 feet, then another door on the left and we could slip into the main hall from behind the stage where we’d be subsumed by the throng of naked AIDS fuckers.

We hurried down the hallway and approached the door, ready to go into the hall, and stripping off our clothes along the way, throwing them in a pile behind the curtain. But suddenly, from another door emerged seven or eight naked men, all with biotats and all with leather bio-haz harnesses and fat metal rings around engorged cocks, most of them with thick PAs glistening in the bare light. They’re followed by another hot naked guy holding a video camera.

“C’mon guys, lets get this show started!” one of them called out and they opened the door and proceeded through to the stage area. Apparently, a live fuck show was about to begin – the music got turned way down as a voice from above introduced the hot fuckers. Too afraid to pay attention to the announcement, Mikey and I ducked behind a curtain as they passed, and pretty soon we heard shouts and whooping from the main hall. As we crept to the door to open it a crack, we saw the filthy AIDS-fuckers already pawing at each other, fucking and sucking and eating hole in a variety of positions while images from the guy’s video camera were projected on the split-screens above them gave the assembled throng a birds-eye view of what was happening.

We figured now was the time, as the performers were distracted by the swirling mass of poz-toxic bodies as they formed and reformed in new configurations. As we stepped through, determined to stay to the left to avoid being noticed, a veiny arm grabbed me and threw me into the scrum of writhing sex gods assembled on the fuckfloor. Someone else grabbed Mikey and soon our mouths were roughly pulled opened to accommodate fat, pierced toxic cocks and we could both feel tongues and fingers on our neg holes.

“These boys want to join the show, brothers, and they look like new meat to me!” one of them shouted to his mates over the din. Breaking free for a second of the hard, already  precumming cock in my mouth, I looked up at the guy and to my amazement, it was poz porn god Tony Bishop, and with a devilish grin, he was now flipping me around, pointing my ass at his fat toxic tattooed cock.

“Let’s recharge these boys, brothers,” and with that Tony dove his poz weapon deep up my pussy, never once stopping to let me acclimate or get reasonably comfortable to take his pozfuck. But fuck that, I was being pozfucked by none other than Tony Bishop! I soon relaxed and accepted the hard, deep pounding Tony was throwing down on my mancunt and my mind was swirling to think I might receive the beautiful gift of prime porn-star POZ viral, unmedicated seed.

I looked over for my boyfriend Mikey and he’s getting similarly pounded out by a super tall, bald, visibly wasted guy with what looks like 10 inches of positivity thrusting in and out of Mikey’s neg cunt. I began to realize that Mikey is getting poz pipe from the infamous doorman Carsten!

The other guys in the swirling mass start switching off and Tony dismounts off me, only  for my ass to be replaced by the rest of the AIDS-poles in rapid succession…now they’ve got Mikey and me on a rotation, with one diseased fucker going after the other on our holes, and I’m desperately hoping they’ll bring us into the brotherhood. Soon enough, the videographer joins in the fun, mounting me from behind with a thick poz cock and at the same time projecting the image onto the screens above.

Soon, it’s Carsten’s turn in my ass and Clay was right, the man does not disappoint, for he is pile-driving deep into my cunt as the images are flashed on the screen above us. Tony, meanwhile has his tatted bio-weapon deep up my BFF Mikey. I struggle to see their actions on the split-screen but soon I see from behind as Tony’s heavy AIDS-filled balls tighten up and the pounding gets slower and deeper into Mikey’s cunt. Finally, he pulses what appears to be 10 shots of HIV into my best friend and soulmate, loudly grunting while he’s inseminating. The men in the sex scrum shouting “Recharge him!” and some other stuff in a mix of English/German/Spanish and some other languages I can’t quite get.

At last Tony withdraws his poz pistol from Mikey’s gaping pussy, little dribbles of the gift coating the perfect O Mikey’s hole makes whenever he’s been fucked good and hard. Carsten moves on from my hole and re-plants himself inside Mikey, pausing only to lap up some of Tony’s venom from the hole.

Tony, being the famous poz predator he is, wastes no time and goes back up inside me, grunting and hollering with all the men while Carsten unloads his poison into Mikey, the crowd watching erupts in applause and men all over the main hall resume their bacchanal of HIV fucking and seeding, shouting “Recharge” in their various languages whenever one erupts inside their brother’s hole. And while Tony continues drilling his toxic cock deep inside my hole, my mouth gets a rotation of fat HIV-laden cocks one after the other roughly face-fucking me.

Tony is bucking and thrashing on top of me, pinning me down against the sweaty and cummy rubber of the black floormat, and with a growl, unleashes another unmedicated load, which feels like 12 or so shots of infectious HIV deep in my guts. He whispers in my ear “Get used to it, kid, we’ve only just started violating your hole.”

The mass of men re-forms and without allowing us any recovery time, proceed to fuck and breed Mikey and me further. These fuckers’ cocks never go down and always shoot copious loads of the beautiful, bonding viral gift of pure HIV seed just needing a receptive vessel to bloom and proliferate. The videographer re-mounts my ass and drives his diseased load deep into me, all the while displaying the images up on the screen. He pulls his enormous cock out of me and my hole is truly gaped now with a steady drizzle of infected seed oozing out. But it’s soon filled by another of the sex show guys and every drop is driven back inside me.

Maybe there is something to Wolfgang’s claims about Energie-lube, I think to myself as I’m passed yet again between hard-driving poz tops and fucked and bred again and again. Between Mikey and me, these 8 studs have bred us a cumulative 20+ times.

The show reaches it’s end and the screens flash away from the stage and begin again with poz porn from all over the world. Mikey and I are truly wiped out but ecstatic at what has happened. We stagger over to the small bar area for some water, and we run right into Wolfgang/William.

“Hey, didn’t I tell you this place was incredible!” he says hugging us both and reaching around to our holes to bring some residual seed to his lips.

‘I didn’t know there’d be a sex show tonight, boys, but damn was that hot watching Tony Bishop make you his sons. And then that angry fucker Carsten and all the other guys. I bet you guys have both just been pozzed!”

“I didn’t think we’d get as many loads as we have so far,” I marveled to Wolfgang/William.

“Oh yeah, these guys can almost *smell* new meat at this club,“ William added  “Of course, they think you’re both POZ and detectable, so be sure to play along and shout ‘Recharge” whenever you breed a hole here.”

With that, Wolfgang/William rejoins the dancing/fucking/sucking throng, immediately getting bent over and pozfucked at by various dudes. The video guy approaches us and says we can get a copy of what he recorded if we want as he hands us his card: His name is Todd and we cannot wait to replay this incredible sex show for Clay and Uncle Randy back home.

Mikey and I, now with some water and a quick convo with Todd to exchange contact info, head out onto the main floor and we make plans to meet back at the bar in 2 hours, but in the meantime, get as many more poz-tox loads as possible. My head is reeling with the possibility that this was the day of our pozzing and we made it happen here at the infamous Nachladen party. I love Mikey more than ever for being the devious twinky little fucker that he is and conniving a way to get us in here. Way more than 2 hours go by in a total blur as men, of all ages, body types and stages of HIV infection use my hole to impregnate me with deathseed. As I’m getting invaded from behind, guys are just backing up onto my rockhard member at will, in a frenzy of sex and fucking and continuous breeding. At one point, I’m in the middle of a fuck-train of about 10 guys, which keeps reforming as someone drops a load. Then, as the time to meet Mikey fast-approaches, the crowd parts and there he is again: POZ god Tony Bishop, who comes up to me as I am straddled across a fuckbench. Saying nothing, he mounts up inside my blown-out mancunt and drops another venomous batch of his AIDS-brew straight from his balls and through his tattooed cock into my hole.

“How’d you get past Carsten?” he whispers in my ear, depositing the last of his toxic jizz in my cunt and revealing that he knows somehow I’m not yet POZ. “No worries, you’ll definitely be eligible once we’re all done with you.”

“Recharge!” he shouts again to the assembled onlookers, who, as Tony moves away, jockey to begin yet another assault on my hole. I’m fucked and seeded about 30 more times, but honestly, at this point, it could be 100 more times for all I know, I’m barely aware anymore, but just know I’m being pozzed tonight and I’m gonna think always of my new pozfather Tony. I know it could have been a strain from any of these sick fuckers, but Tony was the first load I took tonight at Nachladen, so he’ll be the one in my book to have brought me and Mikey straight into the beautiful POZ brotherhood!

It's past 7:00am when we stumble out of the club, after finding our clothes again and there’s a line of taxis outside in the bright sun. We see Klaus’s taxi and wave to him. He takes us back to our hotel and we make plans to meet up next time we’re in Berlin.

 

1 MONTH LATER – WEST HOLLYWOOD

I’m relaying the events of Nachladen to my poz inspiration, the great Randy, a founding member of “The Ten,” and uncle and pozzer of his nephew Clay, our good buddy, who is off getting a new tattoo. I’m playing clips from the video Todd sent us on my phone for Uncle Randy to watch. We also made plans to go to the next Nachladen, but before we do, we’ll visit taxi driver Klaus and help a brother out.

“I’m proud of you and Mikey, son,” Uncle Randy tells me. “What an evening! Here, let me look at your home test again,” he asks me, right in the same WeHo coffee shop where he in his day pozzed the whole staff.  

He holds the test up to the light and smiles broadly as he sees the 2 red lines, bright as day. Just then, Mikey arrives and shows us his paperwork from Dr. Matthew’s office: He’s high VL, or as the doctor’s hot gifter nurse Keith put it “toxic as fuck”—which he and Keith then did, right on the examination table. Uncle Randy displays the two home tests and the paper as well for the coffee shop customers, who all break out in applause. Guys start coming up to us with congratulations and to air-drop their contact info. Clearly, we’re gonna be busy pozzing up and/or recharging scores of dudes. Achievement unlocked!

We exit, horned up beyond belief and needing relief. At this moment Clay walks up to us, fresh from the tattoo parlor and pulls up his T-shirt to reveal his first dark X branded across his torso. He deeply kisses his pozfather Uncle Randy, and says to us all:

“Let’s go pozfuck.”

THE END

[drscorpio]

It's really cool the way you are interconnecting your (really fucking hot) stories. Thanks for doing this work for us. ❤️