A Cruel Twist of Fate

[bentover4u1972]

“Hold him down.”

The pressure on my arms increased as the two men standing on either side of me tightened their grips, each of them using both hands to pin my arms to the desk. I felt the cold shock of lube in the crack of my ass, then another hand ran up and down, spreading the liquid liberally and massaging my pucker before sliding two fingers inside to open me up.

“You’re in for it now,” said one of the men holding me down. I could hear the sneer in his voice.

“Ever been fucked with a cruel condom?” A different voice in my ear this time, whispering. His voice.

I didn’t have to wonder how I had come to find myself in this predicament. As it usually does, my libido did all the talking – and had gotten me into a heap of trouble this time. Here I was at nine o’clock on a Friday night, blindfolded and bent over a desk in a nearly-empty office, waiting to be penetrated by an eight-inch cock sleeved in the equivalent of a Brillo pad. The objective: shred my insides and get me ready to take highly viral poz cum from each man in the room.

It had started – as it usually does – with a message on a hookup app. I’m very up front that as a bottom, I am 100% condom-free and have been almost two decades. What the men who fuck me don’t know is, I lie about being on prep and doxypep. I’m not, nor have I ever been. I prefer my sex to be random, anonymous, and as risky as possible. I thrive on it.

For nearly half of the two decades I’ve been a bottom, I’ve dabbled with on-again, off-again fantasies of joining the poz brotherhood. More recently, those desires have been much more ‘on’ than ‘off’. While I had always known that becoming poz was probably inevitable, the desire for it had grown into a need, a primitive hunger that was becoming harder and harder to deny.

So when he contacted me to say that he had a group that was looking for a raw bottom like me, and I had seen the word ‘Positive’ next to his HIV status, a voice in my lizard brain told me I had to say yes. Less than three hours later, I found myself in a small, non-descript office park, walking into a building to find him, waiting behind a counter. He had opened a door to the office beyond and ushered me in, positioning me on the table before turning on the lights to reveal his group. Each had a matching biohazard tattoo just above and to the left of his cock. The mark of a brotherhood. And they wanted me to join. He had placed a blindfold over my eyes and secured my ankles to the legs of the desk using zip ties.

“Quick poll, guys,” he said. “Should I ram it in and get it over with for him, or slide in nice and slow so we can enjoy his pain?”

“Fast,” said the guy on my left.

“Slow,” replied the one on my right.

Then came a chorus of voices from around the room.

“Slow.”

“Slow.”

“Fast.”

“Fast.”

Six different voices. And he would make seven.

“Tie vote!” he chuckled. “Guess I’m the tiebreaker.”

With that, I felt the cold tip of the metal sheath press against my hole. I did my best to clench myself shut, to stave off his invasion, but it was to no avail. My anal sphincter had long ago been destroyed to the point that there was little muscle left. Chalk it up to decades as a bottom slut. Despite my best efforts to the contrary, I opened for him. I braced myself for what was to come.

“Slow it is.” I could hear the smirk on his face as he whispered the words so only those closest to him could hear.

The smooth tip of the cruel condom was inside me now. I felt another cold stream of lube as he prepared to push deeper. The pressure was slow and steady, but relentless.

I have no words to describe the shock of pain that exploded within me as the abrasive portion of the condom reached my flesh. My asshole had been a source of pleasure for more than two decades, but now it was the source of the worst pain I had ever felt. It was like a wildfire, burning with such fierce intensity it was impossible to believe that it would end. The cruel condom scratched and tore at my insides as he pushed his way deeper and deeper. I bucked and twisted, but the two men kept their hold on me. With his weight now pushing me into the desk, I had nowhere to go.

At last his progress slowed, then stopped. My entire being seemed to be on fire. I let out a low, guttural moan and realized that it was my first verbal reaction to his assault.

“Mmmmmm,” came his reaction. Then, to the group, he said, “He took that pretty well, wouldn’t you agree, guys?”

A chorus of voices echoed their agreement.

“Now, let’s see how he does with this!” He pulled his hips back quickly, drawing his cock – and the metal sheath surrounding it – completely out of my body. The cruel condom ripped its way out of me like a bayonet on the battlefield. Almost before I could react, he rammed it back inside me, burying his cock to the hilt and tearing me even more deeply. My whole body tensed as the sensation of a million volts of searing electricity surged through every nerve.

The scream seemed to come from somewhere else, somewhere outside my body. I flopped back onto the table, barely aware that I was whimpering and drooling.

“I’d say he’s ready for our little gift!” he exclaimed. He slowly withdrew his cock, but if the cruel condom did any more damage, I couldn’t feel it. My whole body had gone numb.

Someone I couldn’t see placed a brown bottle under my nose and held a nostril shut. Instinctively, I inhaled mightily. He swapped nostrils. After a couple of deep breaths, my heart was racing in my ears and I felt light-headed. Normally I loved the sensation, but it did nothing to relieve the throbbing, burning pain in my ass.

I heard a slight rattle and then he stood before me. His cock looked as though it had been torn a little. It was red and a few small spots of blood were visible. Or was that my blood?

Then he held the cruel condom in front of my eyes. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing.

Not only was the shiny silver implement of torture now completely covered in blood, stuck in between the small abrasive teeth were tiny bits of flesh. My flesh.

“All yours, boys,” he said, a joyous tone in his voice.

And then it began.

The brown bottle made regular appearances under my nose, and as my head swam, one by one each of the men in the room took his turn. No one used any lube – I was bleeding enough that they didn’t need any. Each man stood behind me, grabbed me by the hips and shoved his cock inside my destroyed ass with no mercy. Cock after cock depositing load after load of toxic cum deep in my torn-up guts. By the time the two men holding me down were ready to take their turns, I was too exhausted and out of it to do anything but lay there. They took their turns, then he was the only one who hadn’t yet gotten off.

One more round of the brown bottle, and he sauntered up behind me. His weight once again pressed me into the desk as his now bare cock found its target and slid inside me.

By now, I felt nothing more than a dull throb in my ass. Either the poppers had done their work, or my mind had shut off most of the pain receptors in that region of my body. Maybe it was both. I could feel and hear his hips slapping against my ass as his pace quickened, until with a small gasp he added his toxic DNA to the others’.

It was over, or at least I thought it was. As he slid out of me, I heard him say, “Anyone want seconds?”

“I will.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Too spent to do anything about it, I rested my cheek on the desk as not one, not two, but three of the men took another turn. My blood ran slightly cold when I realized that I would be leaving with ten loads of poz cum inside me. But what did the number matter? I was most likely doomed the moment the first man unloaded inside my bloody, torn-up hole.

Then, to add insult to literal injury, he stepped in front of me. His cock, now flaccid, was soaked in a pinkish mixture of blood and cum.

“Clean me up,” he ordered. I have always been a fan of ass to mouth, but I found the thought of taking his cock in my mouth at that moment repulsive. And yet, my lizard brain was not done with me. I am a cum dump, after all, and a cum dump’s duty is to clean off his top’s cock. So I dutifully opened my mouth. Normally I savor the taste of cum and ass and a little lube on my tongue, but his cock had a strong metallic taste that set my teeth on edge. Nevertheless, I sucked him in balls-deep and bathed him with my tongue, swallowing everything I had cleaned off him.

Seeing me do that for him, the three men who took a second turn each wanted a turn in my mouth, too. I sucked each of them clean in succession, certain that I would never again stop tasting the iron from my blood.

At last they were done with me. They cut my ankles loose from the desk and helped me to a chair so I could rest for a few moments. A shock of pain shot through my body as my ass touched the seat.

A bottle of Gatorade appeared in my hand and I slugged it back. After a few minutes I began to regain my senses. Most of the men had left; only he remained with two others. Together, they helped me get dressed and led me to my car. He placed a towel on the seat before they helped me in. I moved slowly, but before long I was driving away.

When I got home, I found that the blood and cum had seeped through my underwear and pants and stained the towel. Thankfully, it had not penetrated all the way to the seat.

I worked my way up the steps to the lobby and into the elevator. Reaching my apartment, I closed the door behind me and walked directly to the bedroom. I barely had time to notice the clock read 10:45 pm before, mentally and physically exhausted, I collapsed face-first on my bed. In no time I had drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning and checked my texts before taking what I knew would be a somewhat painful shower. There was a message from him containing an image and measurements for the biohazard tattoo he and the others had sported, along with the contact information of the studio that had done theirs. Accompanying the file was a simple message.

“Welcome to the brotherhood.”

[pozpopperpig]

Sure fire way to convert!  HOT!

[PozBearWI]

Indeed, direct blood contact pretty much seals the deal.