GAME ON

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This is 100% fiction.

‘GAME ON!’

Alejandro;

I didn’t have plans for seeing in the new year so jumped at the chance when I saw this advertisement

Slutty New Year Competition;

Steamworks and Cummunion combine to host a stallion and mare bareback competition.

Only space for three mares, and 15 stallions, so register early.

Admission: Mares – $100

                        Prep free mares - free

                       Stallions - $200

                       Toxic Stallion - $2000 (limit one, proof required at registration and confirmed on night)

                      Observers- $35 (limit 25)

Prizes: $1000 for the stallion that breeds their first mare closest to the stroke of midnight

               $500 for the mare/s bred on the stroke of midnight.

               $5000 for the mare that takes the most loads.

               $20,000 for the mare that receives the one HIV toxic load if they consent to two weeks of daily monitoring before and after to ensure that the competitive toxic stallion was the man who did knock them up. This man must convert within two weeks after the event. (Stalions will be administered rapid test before the 10 p.m. start to ensure they have a negation status.)

              1% of film sale profits for the one toxic mare if he only knocks up one mare on or before the stroke of midnight.

Observers must remain clothed until after midnight and the end of the competition, then it’s a sexual free for all. (Only two rules; no condoms allowed and no holes off limits. Tops that stay on must be prepared to receive raw cocks and loads, no questions asked)

Everyone must sign a waver granting permission to be videotaped and relinquishing any rights to profits from the porn video generated from the competition, other than the toxic stallion.

This waver will include a condition that all rulings from the five judges will be final and cannot be challenged.

 

I’m a forty-five-year-old man standing at 6’. I’m fit, and have a swimmers build, tastefully tattooed; with a Mediterranean complexion, short, cropped salt and pepper hair and beard. I’ve 100% committed to Barebacking for the last 20 years. I have a decently thick 8.5” cock which has sported a two-inch biohazard tattoo above it for the last 6 months. I’ve been poz for 15 years and went off meds a year ago to poz my boyfriend at the time when he went off PreP. The asshole dumped me 6 weeks after he converted and I just haven’t got around to going back on meds yet.

I’m toxic as hell, horny as a rabbit and promiscuous enough to have infected quite a few guys who were Dum enough to not be on PreP and take my load no questions asked. And since I’m in a confessional mood I can tell you I did stealth a few who admitted they weren’t on Prep and made me ‘suite up’, I’m always carrying my specially prepared condoms for just such occasions. Amazing how they always tear! Most of these guys are so into our fuck they beg me to breed them. I’m pretty good at decerning the ones who I can tell I’m poz when we notice the ripped condom. Everyone of them I disclosed to has relented and asked me to continue the stealth. One even cried out, “Fuck did you just breed me a poz load?” “Viral load over the top.” I responded. “Holy fuck, I hope you knocked me up. Regardless, I’ll never allow a condom in my ass again!” he proclaimed.

 I’ve only had one bottom that anticipate my nasty plan and insisted I wear his rubber. When I wasn’t able to cum sheathed he allowed me to remove the protection and stroke myself to completion. He forgot to make me promise not to push back in! I was balls deep when I painted his guts with my toxic load.  I lied when he noticed his hole was bleeding and only then asked my ‘status’. He had picked me up in a bar and invited me to his place knowing I was visiting from across the country. I never told him which city and had given a false name. A month later I happened upon his Scruff account, the profile picture was unmistakable. His profile name was now BBcub and his status was now poz. Someone else might have knocked him up, but chances are it was my stealth that set him free of wretched condoms.

I sent off an email registration and proof of toxicity for the New Year’s eve bb event as well as my registration fee immediately. I anxiously waited three days before getting the confirmation. I was accepted and would be the only poz stallion. They instructed me to blank out my biohazard tattoo with a heavy-duty flesh coloured makeup for the event. This would be removed after midnight for a dramatic reveal if I only inseminated one ‘chaser’. I was ecstatic, it was ‘GAME ON’!!!

 

 

[cman54]

Dam I would love to be a mare at this event. 

[slavetoy4u2use]

12 minutes ago, cman54 said:

Dam I would love to be a mare at this event. 

I would too.  What a way to start a new year

[onlyraw]

Looking forward to a report on how the party goes ….. will be interested to hear what your choices are for mares to choose from … and which one you knock up at midnight….. 

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GAME ON (part II)

Felix

What are the chances? I’m Felix Maritaud’s (Star of Sauvage) doppelganger. Other than being a couple years younger and having a different last name we could be identical twins. Same height (well I’m 1 inch shorter}, same complexion, same body hair, same build, same hair colour and style since I started cutting mine like he does in the movie.

The most bizarre thing is I live the lifestyle he portrays in the movie which I only saw because a trick showed it to me one night after he and a friend raw fucked and bred me. I was crashing on the tricks couch and neither of us were ready for sleep after the sex ended and the friend left. After the movie the trick called two more friends over and I fell asleep on the ratty couch exhausted with two more loads in my ass.

I’ve heard of Prep, but it’s just not my wild stile. I’ve taken so many loads over the years it’s a miracle I’m not poz. I was tested recently because of another nasty STD. (I’ve had dozens over the years) I couldn’t believe I had dodged the bullet yet once more.

A handsome guy in an expensive suite hired me recently while I was trading my wares, my body, on my regular street corner. When we got to his amazing place, he had me strip as he ran a deep bubble bath. I was surprised that he didn’t join me in the enormous tub, even when I luxuriated there for a full hour. ‘His money, his choice’, I thought. When I finally got out, he had a big glass of wine waiting for me. As we slowly sipped the stuff, I’m more of a beer guy he gently asked intelligent questions about my life and sex work. He was also amazed that after so many years of barebacking and indiscriminately taking loads up the ass that I wasn’t poz. I knew guys wouldn’t believe me so kept the report from the week before in my back pocket. When I assured him business had been very slow and I hadn’t been fucked since the test, just given 3 or 4 blow jobs, he asked if I ever top.

“You’re the paying customer, anything you want sir.” I responded. He said he wanted me to fuck him in his bed, but I would have to wear protection. I suited up and made love to his nicely haired ass. He was even more handsome out of the expensive suite, and I wanted to make this pleasant experience last. Twenty minutes later when I surprised myself by unloading in the condom he asked if he could now fuck me. “Anything you want sir.”

“Will you be offended if I wear a condom?” he wondered. “Not at all, but you know you don’t have to don’t you?” I said. “I know, but I’m just careful by nature.” He responded.

He rolled a rubber on his impressive cock, lubed and entered me very gently. We passionately kissed and made love for the next hour.

I don’t usually make requests of customers, but the fuck was going on for so long that even with frequent additions of lube my ass was burning and in great pain. “I don’t want to tap out but I can’t take anymore of the condom. Might you consider jacking off on my face?” I inquired.

He pulled out, removed the condom, and took me completely by surprise by taking my semi-hard cock into his mouth. He got me good and hard and then shocked me by squatting over me and sliding his ass down on my bare cock. His face betrayed ecstasy as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. At the same time he begged “Please don’t cum in me!” Unfortunately, it was all just too fuckin hot, and too late, I was already blasting his guts with a surprisingly heavy load for my second in a few hours.

He instantly had a shocked look on his face and said, “You just bred me, didn’t you?” I sheepishly nodded affirmation.

He jumped off me, threw my legs over his shoulders, entered me raw and pounded me like a wild animal. He didn’t last ten minutes before he torpedoed a load deep into my guts. When we regained our breath, he started laughing uproariously. When he calmed down a bit I asked, “What’s so funny?”  “Fuck if I know. I’ve just never lost control so fully before. That was amazing, like a laughing hyaena took over my entire body, brain and soul. I’m going to pay you ten times your going rate.”

I encouraged him not to; it was great for me as well. At that point his face lit up, he hoped out of bed and grabbed his laptop off a dresser. He rapidly booted it up and pulled up an add for a ‘Horse fair competition”. I’d never seen anything like it before, it was for New Year’s Eve which was approaching quickly. “You should enter.” He encouraged. I had browsed it very quickly and replied, “I could never afford the entry fee, even as an observer.” He quickly intervened “I’ll pay your way; I’m planning to go as an observer and leave before the orgy.” I read the entire advertisement more closely. “I couldn’t let you do that. But I’d be more than happy to register as a mare with free entry. It would be hot as hell. Now I’ve seen this I have no intention of passing up the opportunity.” His smile disappeared and he looked very worried; “But you could get infected with HIV.” I burst out with “Fuck yeah! That’s the whole point. I’d have enough money to finally get housing. Besides, with my work I’m going to get it sometime anyway. I may as well get knocked up on camera. Maybe it would get me into the porn industry.”

Before we climbed under the covers and spooned for the rest of the night, he helped me send in my application. Three days later he came to my corner bursting with the good news I had been accepted for free entry. My heart sank as I remembered the previous two nights I had been fucked and bred by two different fairly skeezy customers. He saw my face drop and asked what was wrong. He assured me I had time to refrain from getting fucked and get tested in time to still compete. He bought my services for the next three weeks and we safely fucked almost every night. I’d suck cocks during the day and had some back ally close calls not to mention how hard it was for he and I not to slip up. But my test was negative and I was able to take my place in the competition. I could hardly wait for New Years Eve. It was GAME ON. Besides he helped me stay safe by satiating my need to take raw cock in the ass by breeding me exclusively and frequently until the event. How did I get so lucky?